I, Anna Munroe, was four years of age, as I wrote this, but the picture of me is at the old, old age of 90!
I live in a small farm house and tavern. We have an herb garden in the back of our house. The barn is where the drovers keep their horses.
In the day my mother teaches me how to knit, sew, spin, cook and make candles.
Today was my first day at school. It was like home. We talked. The school mistress told us a story that taught us a very valuable lesson. I practiced the alphabet and words that begin with the letters. She taught us how to add the subtract. She asked us questions to get to know us better. We told her our name, where we lived, how many years of school we had had, and how many brothers or sisters we have. It was fun.
The days are getting really short. There is more dark than light.
The hens don't lay as many eggs. I have to go to bed earlier
because we cant waste the candles. They are expensive to make.