The Diary

The First Entry

So this was a diary. I didn't really know what else I'd been expecting, most people don't just sew their names into all their books and authors usually include a title instead of just their name on their book covers (unless they're immensely conceited I suppose). Still, why would someone leave behind a diary, especially if the purpose of a diary was for it not to be read. And if you were going to leave a diary behind for some odd reason then why seal it into a wall where it would (usually) never be found. My finding of the diary certainly hadn't been on purpose. I was pretty interested to see if these questions would be answered.

Dear Diary, 05/23/36
My name is Lucy A. Baker. I've never had a diary, at least not a proper one like you are. You are quite a lovely for a book, you have a shining green cover, fresh white pages, and even my name on the front in sparkling gold thread. You were a birthday gift from mother and father, and what a wonderful gift at that. Mother said since Miss Jones (that's my school teacher.) is always going on about my magnificent writing skills it was high time I got something proper to practice in. I don't quite need the practice as I am the best writer in the fifth grade but I didn't say that aloud. I promised father I would write everyday to keep up my skill and penmanship. I will, I'm going to record everything that goes on my life. I can't wait to get started. Sadly I'm very tired from all the party festivities and shall tell you more tomorrow. I wish I could go on but it's past time for bed and mother will get quite cross if I stay up much longer.
Signed, Lucy A. Baker

Well that wasn't all that interesting. It was just some little kid who got a diary, talk about a let down. Still it was a diary from over eighty years ago. That was pretty impressive. I read a few more pages hearing more mundane information upon mundane information. For example the next entry was...

Dear Diary, 05/24/36
Yesterday was my birthday and I got a mountain of wonderful presents. I of course got you, diary, as well as a new Sunday dress, a lovely church hat, a new doll (I've named her Isabella) , and a new pink dress for her as well. She has a lovely porcelain face, with enchanting green eyes, ruby lips, and chestnut brown ringlets. We also indulged on many sweets like peppermint candies, fresh berries, and a delicious cake mother made. Mothers belly is getting so large, I hoped I might get a new baby sister (or brother) as a birthday present, I didn't however. Oh yes, I suppose you don't know; mother is to have a baby. I suspect it will be quite soon that we welcome another person into our family. I've longed for a little sister for as long as I could remember. It's quite strange being an only child, I'm the only one I know. My parents had a lot of difficulty having another baby until recently so I've waited quite a long time to become a sister. Mother says she likes the name Diana and Sophie for a girl and James or Daniel for a boy. (I came up with Sophie and James myself) Anyways I have to help mother with some chores, I have to go, diary.
Signed, Lucy A. Baker

Well the "story" was still quite uneventful. I wanted to put it down and go to sleep but something about it was holding me. I read a few pages more but nothing interesting really happened. I eventually gave up after about four boring entries, rolled over and went to sleep. Maybe I'd try again in the morning but so far my new house adventure had just been a dead end.