The Mindset of Emile Lockery

January 15, 1856

                    I'm trying to write this as it if someone if reading it, but it doesn't seem to really turn out that way. Anyways, I suppose I should give you a glimpse of my life, preferably my job. Jackie, James, Benrime, Sarah, and I work in the kitchen of our owners' house. It's a usually peaceful and relaxing job unless there are guests or there is a party or event going on. Tonight was just a normal night:

"Sarah! Emile! The meals are reading, so come serve!", yelled Jackie.

"Coming!" Sarah and I called back. We finished changing into our uniforms and washing our hands then scampered like mice into the kitchen. I served Master TomFord and their son Charles while Sarah served Mrs. TomFord and their daughter Charlotte. Household slaves are usually assigned to a family member of their owner or the owner himself for their jobs.

"You girls may return to the kitchen", Master TomFord said. We bowed our heads and exited the dining room. About an hour after that we finished up the cleaning and Jackie sent us to our cabin. Sarah and I stopped by the river and said our prayers. We usually stay up talking and playing around, but it was a cold night, so we went straight back to the cabin. It's much busier when there are guests, but either way the days always pass by quickly. On the busy days though, I end up feeling like a bee; ready to sting and always working. I shouldn't complain though, it certainly beats working in the fields. Oh crackers! I've stayed too long; I can see Harold's light.

Emile Lockery