Serena Jacobson

From the Journal
of
Serena Jacobson
(nine-year old sister of Emmy Lou Jacobson)

January

January 17, 1865

Diana is being a good cat, aside from the fact she leaves all the mice she catches in my bed. I almost regret that she is such a good mouser.

January 18, 1865

That does it. I am officially disgusted. Although I am glad I was left out of the cleaning, Emmy left me to 'play' with a young boy named Jonathon who can't seem to stop babbling. Forgive me for being rude. And, after what seemed like forever, Emmy asked me if I liked Jonathon. She burst out laughing at my reply, "Why should I flirt with a four year old?" Personally I don't see what was funny.

January 28, 1865

I woke to find Diana missing. I searched the ship, and as I was running down the stall aisles, I spotted her. She lying on the back of Ms. Danforth, who was trying not to move. I laughed and tried to explain that Diana, who she had thought was a big rat, only wanted to be her friend. She didn't understand. She also didn't understand that Diana was a girl.

January 29, 1865

I am sorry I did not write sooner, I might never had written, but I decided to after what happened. During dinner, a dinner that I fed most of to Diana, as I was feeling quite sick after that long, boring, Sabbath service led by that softy, Candy Pruitt, a cry came out (I was too bored to make it out, Emmy must have noticed, as she did not mention it to me afterwards). Panic rose in the air. Then, just before bed, Jonathon told me about how a man fell overboard and how he bravely jumped into the sea, with a live preserver, of course, dodging sharks and whirpools, braving strong waves and raging winds, trying to reach the man, before it was too late, but his time had come. Frankly, if it hadn't been for my high wisdom, I would have beleived him.

January 30, 1865

I recently found out the women are holding a suprise party for someone, and as Peggy, Mary Ellen, and Ms. Danforth went down to bake the cake, me and Jonathon—he can never stop following me around—followed them and were given some batter to make little cakes, which we devoured as soon as they were baked. Of course, OUR frosting was sitting there, and I told them that we either got the frosting, or that lady found out about the party. Jonothan is a sloppy eater. He has more frosting on him than in him.

To Be Continued.....