From 1989 to 1994, I went to Northwestern University in Evanston, Illinois. For the first year, I lived in Chicago, about fifteen minutes away from school via el train. After that, I lived in the western, and then the far western ’burbs. Whether by car or by commuter train, the trip was over an hour each way – a longer than average commute for the area at the time, but not wildly out of line.Continue reading Diary 1862, part 3: Over the River and Through the Woods and Up to the Quarry and Over to Earlville
See part 1 of this story for the background on this family diary and why I questioned its authorship.
Whoever the writer is, it’s certainly not Catharine’s husband Amos, unless he’s in the habit of referring to himself in the third person.Continue reading Diary 1862, Part 2: The writer’s identity
Through much of 2017 and 2018 I helped my mom pack up her house and get ready to move. In the process, we found this little diary among her mother’s things.
Whose was it?Continue reading Diary 1862, Part 1: Who?