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1st Con —

Fifty-three five years ago I was hired out for the first time in my life, and F.W. Lemosy was my new master, he was mean, his wife was meaner, the children were the same. The mulatto nurse and the irish cook was no better and caused me to do what I would not have done had I realized the enormity of it, to get clear of them. I got clear of them alright. They gave me stale victuals worked me hard in the garden, which was about two hundred feet deep by 60 or 75. [?] had to rise before day and got cuffs and kicks if I didn’t. He lived not far from where I live now. The place has gone into other hands now, and I don’t know where he is in heaven or hell. I don’t see any of his children, but they are settled men, if living. Lemosy himself to his credit turned republican after the Civil War. I think he was Northern man anyway, but N. or S. he made it torrid for this son of “[?] Mary.”

All generalizations are unsafe—including this one

FriTUESDAY, JANUARY 3

Warm. Wind high. Babe is well and cute — Official Board. — The year has started very propitiously. God bless Blanche and Wendell, yes and all, then me. — The new year has many ills to meet us.

Give to the world the best you have, and the best will come back to you

SaturWEDNESDAY, JANUARY 4

“The Lord is in his holy Temple” Weather cold. Wendell is happy. still sucking. — The babe get the best here, all hands waits on him, but when I am gone and he is grown, he will wait on Blanch. Yes.