Ellie N. Kelly
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"I think I'll get me some slayer."
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Post by Ellie N. Kelly on May 4, 2009 3:50:47 GMT 1
***************remember me for my passion the paradise that i imagine*************** [/font][/color] Ellie Nicole Kelly -------------------------------------------------------
journal template by bella-jane of caution. the lyrics are from larissa's lagoon which happens to be a song by an artist called idina menzel. -------------------------------------------------------
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Ellie N. Kelly
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"I think I'll get me some slayer."
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Post by Ellie N. Kelly on May 4, 2009 4:15:15 GMT 1
July 4th,1858 [/color][/font][/center] journal, [/color] I never believed in writing down your innermost thoughts. It just seemed like a pointless waist of time to me. Sides, someone could always just come in and peek at the book and torment you about it later. That's what happened to my sister, Sister Dolly, when Brother Michael snucked into her room a few years ago. Mind you, one sould never have a diary journal at that young a age.
I can have one. I'm 13. I didnt get this book as a birthday present, though. I got it for the forth of July. That's today. The slaves out back arent really celebratin'. Patsy, the cook, says that the fourth of July isnt really the black's day of freedom. She says that...well I dare not repeat what se blurted out then. It was unlady like for her to spurt out such curses. Expecially to a young girl like I. But I wilst try and give a shortened explanation. She says they still work under white men who hurt them, just as they had done before the british had been pushed from America. Patsy also says that if it werent for Mother and Father being so nice and paying them all and my Brothers and Sisters and I being so nice to them, she says they'd be tryin' to run off. I'd hate to see that day.
Anyways, I've been writing this with the last stick one of the last sticks of candle on the plantation. We havent gone to the store in ages! I cant remember the last time I went with Father and Brothers to get fited for a dress. I've been given spare hand-me-downs for at least two months. Of course, most of my good dresses have been ruined in my tomfoolery. Mother scolds me more than any child of hers. I think Gracie is her favorite. Gracie is twenty two and married to Gregory Faults in the next plantation over with her two little girls. She's always been the perfect daughter, she even has the nerve to waltz over unnanounced now, I love her but she always takes up Mother's time. And her husband! 'O what a scandal!
He's such a nuisence. How Mother and Father could allow Gracie to marry such a man. He uses oil to slick back his hair and smells foul. He speaks with the tongue of a sailor from the Caribbean and there's rumor that he's fathered a child...while Gracie and him had two! I hate him. Let God all mighty smite me for saying that but I loathe him. Sometimes I with he'd just ... explode! Yes, explode!
I hope no one sees these thoughts of mine, for I will be in a great deal of trouble is Father reads it, for he thinks that thinking bad about one's brother is horrible and worth a good punishment.
Either way, it is time for me to end. I said before that i was using the last candle, and I have been hiding it so Mother gets the way that we need more. If she doesnt I wilst need it for the 'morrow so I shall bid thee good night before it is to its end..
Ellie Nicole Kelly [/color]
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Ellie N. Kelly
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"I think I'll get me some slayer."
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Post by Ellie N. Kelly on May 11, 2009 1:50:46 GMT 1
July 10th,1858 [/color][/font][/center] journal, [/color] Nothing new goes on in my home. A slave boy has run off out of grief that his grandmother died. Father gave him a stern talking to but he went to live with the cook. He shalt be helping in the kitchen and home from now on. But the old woman's death was strange. She looked as though she was biten on the neck by some animal, then drained of all her blood for her face was as pale as it could be for an African. But i'm still writing with that small piece of candle I'd been using on the Fourth of July. So mayhaps I shall write by the 'morrow but chances are small.
Ellie Nicole Kelly [/color]
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