The words in the title of this post were written by Josephine Jordan on May 25th, 1892 in her personal diary. Those were the only words she wrote in observance of her anniversary. Instead of books this summer, I’ve begun reading the online diaries of various wives and mothers of the past. We may think we have an idea of what life was like in certain decades over the last 100 years or so, but there is nothing like reading the actual thoughts and activities of real, ordinary women to get a clearer picture of their lives.
In some ways the worries, concerns and joys are the same as we experience today and in other ways, we see how attitudes and practices have changed. For instance, on Feb. 12, 1925 a housewife writes, ” I put the little ones to bed and left the big ones in the house and went down town to buy shoes.” The footnote provided at the end of the entry states, “When this was written, the boys were approximately 7, 6, 5 and 2 when she left them alone while she went downtown to shop.” A few days later she writes, “Albert took all morning to go to the store as he was afraid of dogs.” We learn that Albert was the 5 year old and the store was two blocks away. Apparently, his fear didn’t change his mother’s mind about sending him on his errand. Today, Child Protective Services would be called if anyone suspected children of these ages were left alone unsupervised.
Although I haven’t read through all these diaries yet, the few that I’ve started are really just accounts of uneventful, ordinary days rather than anything exciting and scandalous. If you’re looking for exciting and scandalous for your summer reading, you will have to go elsewhere. If you don’t mind mundane mixed with an occasional cheeky observation or learning that butter was only .49/lb in 1925 and 5 lbs was bought in one shopping trip, then you too might like to delve into the lives of these women.
For example – This housewife in 1925 writes what seems to be her usual type of notation of the day’s events
” Thawed in the night. Colder today.
Bill went to Cleveland with W. Caskill.
Doctor Koeler here.
Sewing again more slips.
D. + Helen went to P. Show “Unguarded Women”.
Ret’d at 11:00P.M.”
However, she surprisingly adds the following remark about her husband.
“Bill returned at 8:00 P.M., hadn’t had his dinner.
It seems the queerest thing but B. can stay out until morning but as soon as he is home before dinner or after, he is asleep. Might just as well have married a dummy. Would have been just as pleasant a companion.”
In another later entry, she adds
“Have made up my mind the only way to keep from arguing with B’s mother is as the Bible says. Let your words be Yea Yea and Nay Nay.”
It was noted that she was probably referring to this verse “But let your communication be, Yea, yea; Nay, nay: for whatsoever is more than these cometh of evil.” Matthew 5:37
Some of the diaries are posted online by relatives to whom they were handed down. Others were ones that were found at estate sales and such. I appreciate the willingness of those who posses them to generously share with others. I also enjoyed the research and notations that the bloggers provide with some of the entries to give context to what is written. Sometimes, even those commenting are able to provide clues to the meaning of certain phrases or abbreviations for commonly used products, tools and appliances of the time.
If you would like to read along, here are the links to the ones I have bookmarked to read….I linked to the start of each diary in each blog and you will just have to hit the “Newer Post” link at the bottom to move to the next entries. You will notice that most of these diaries belonged to farmer’s wives. That isn’t surprising since I read somewhere recently (and I can’t remember where, darn) that 50% of homesteads in the early 1900’s were family farms. That figure today is now 1%. If I can find the source of this information, I will add it later.
This is the personal diary of a wife and mother living in Akron, Ohio just before the Depression.
Josephine Jordan was a potato farmer’s wife in Aroostook County, Maine.
Diary of an 1892 farmer’s wife
Entries dealing with everyday life on a farm during the summer.
Diary of a farmer’s wife: Summer 1920
Every day entries of blogger’s maternal grandmother Lillian Blair Bailey, from the year of 1927
Daily journal of a hard working farm wife circa 1951
One month look into the life of an 1859 farm wife and mother
January, 1859 Diary of Indiana farm mother Sarah Young Bovard
Glimpse of what it was like to be an Indianapolis housewife and mother in the 1920’s.
Ruth Campbell Smith 1925-1927 Diaries
Journal of Grandma’s trip to Europe in 1922
1922 Journal of Ruth’s trip to Europe with her three best friends. All teachers.
Not a diary. The following is a description of farm life written at the turn of the twentieth century by an anonymous woman who had secret aspirations to be a writer. Titled “I am not a practical woman.” The introduction states ” In addition to providing insight into life on a farm, she reveals a much different attitude towards the marital role of women than we have today:”
I hope you found something that interests you from these links……It makes me wish I had a diary or journal of some distant relative to share. Perhaps if anyone reading this has a diary from the past, it might inspire them to allow these voices to be heard again.