1828
Mama-Margaret, 42, wakes me up at the brink of dawn, says there’s work to be done.
Papa-Peter, 45, went out to shoot the faun, or else the crops will be all gone.
Brother Isiah-Isa, 6, went out to the barn, where the pigs and chickens scurry without rest.
Sister Catherine-Carol, 9, went up to the loft with yarn, where she places it on the spindle just the best.
Baby Janet-Jane, 3 months, lay in Mama-Margaret’s arms, where she likes to sleep and eat.
I, Alizon-Abby, 14, head out to the corner of the farms, where I gather the sheep and wheat.
Neighbor-Nelson, 24, rides a plough pulled by horses so fine, then goes to plant the seeds.
Grandmother-Gertrude, 80, fixes breakfast for us to dine, then goes out to pull the weeds.
Grandfather-Gary, 81, is in the barn with Horse-Henry, 3, where he trims the hooves so smooth.
I, Alizon-Abby have made lots of memories, which, in my hardships, help to soothe.
Father-Frederick, 72, is of great help.
His words are almost that of God himself.
So today, the first thing we did was create poems/narratives about life living on a farm. Before I wrote 1828, I learned about the different jobs certain people did and the complexity of the jobs based upon age. The older the age, the more complex the chores. So, I took a bunch of chores that were done and I put them together in a poem, as seen above. Feel free to view.
I went yet, on another field trip today. Except, this time, I had the most fun I have ever had this entire STEMmersion. I went to Carriage Hill Farms. It was built in the early 1800's. The first thing I did was look at the animals. They had sheep, horses, chickens, and pigs. They were pretty fun to look at and interact with, especially the horses. Then I explored the place a bit more and saw all the barns, carriage house, as well as a corn field. The most interesting thing though was the family cemetery. There's around 12 graves. One of which was for Noah, the son of Henry and Magdalena Arnold. He was born July 21 and died July 21. Some of the graves were so old and withered that you couldn't even see the words carved in them. After that I went to see the farmhouse and played in the creek. What I already new about farm life was how hard it was to take care of the animals, but now I grasp a lot more of all the chores that they did, and it is...tired. Just tired. Not even tiring. Tired. You not only have to take care of the big things, you have to take care of little things life the animal's hooves, weeding, and I'm pretty sure making sure that other animals don't eat your plants! Although I do want to live on a small farm. A SMALL one. All I need is my house, my one horse, my one cow, my one chicken, and I'm good!
I had a lot of fun today. I will definitely be going back this weekend.
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