A Life Changing Move
Having to move with my Mother to live with my Aunt and Uncle who I had only met a few times in 16 years, changed my life completely. Saturday August 10th 1850. Dear Diary. I hate it here at Papa’s brother Uncle John’s House, I can’t believe Mother bought us here when Papa died. I had only ever seen Uncle John maybe three times in my sixteen years on this earth and at Papas funeral I didn’t like the way he looked at me and Mother ,he kept whispering to Mother when we get home from the cemetery about what I didn’t know , but I thought it was very rude of him.. Two weeks later Uncle John came to our house one evening, Mother had contacted him because we were only three days away …