hey!sry it's been so long since i last posted!i've been busy!plz R&R!!
Devora typed into the address bar on her computer and hit enter. When the page loaded she typed in, April 12, 1861. The results were displayed and she sighed, she had been correct. April 12, was the day Fort Sumter was fired on.
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April 13, 1861
Dear Diary,
I was supposed to be so happy today! The day after my wedding was to be the day we departed for Virginia, but alas we are not.
I should not be bemoaning this though, for yesterday Fort Sumter was fired on. The papers are declaring this an outrage, and many men are already planning to enlist. Jack has said very little, other than saying we would not be leaving this morning. I am terrified, I can't even think of Jack leaving.
Kirsten
July 1, 1861
Dear Diary,
I can hardly write. I'm so angry and hurt! Jack's gone. He left nearly two months ago. He plans to fight for the Confederacy! Although he abhors slavery he will fight for the South. He said he is not fighting for slavery, but defending his family and home. However I thought I was his family. I feel so abandoned!
Kirsten
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Devora blinked back tears. She turned back a few pages and read the entry that had been written the evening before the wedding. Reading that made her tears come faster, Kirsten had sounded so happy. She set the diary on the coffee table and reached for a tissue. She wiped her eyes and blew her nose.
As she leaned over to throw the soiled tissue away, she noticed what appeared to be a drawer, at the end of the coffee table, she tugged on it and it slowly opened. Inside lay an old Bible, she carefully lifted it and opened it.
She turned to the second page and was met with a list of names. Births, Deaths, and Marriages were listed. As she traced down the names she caught sight of two she knew—
Kirsten Larson to Jack Carson
April 12, 1861
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August 22, 1861
Dear Diary,
I am pregnant.
Kirsten
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Devora bit her lip, how terrifying to be pregnant with your husband hundreds of miles away.
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December 24, 1861
Dear Diary,
It was one year ago today that Jack asked to court me.
I seem to grow bigger with each passing day. Mama and Anna both say its twins.
There has been little word from Jack. I hunger for more. His last letter was months ago, but I cling to the hope that he'll be able to come on leave after the baby is born.
Kirsten
January 4, 1862
Dear Diary,
It is twins! A boy and a girl, they were born three days ago. The delivery was long and difficult, but seeing my children for the first time erased most of the memories of the childbirth.
I have named the girl, Marta, after my beloved friend who died of cholera all those years ago, and the boy, Marcus Jack. They are both so beautiful!
Kirsten