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Oliver’s journal. 1867 By Shelby G oudy. March 25, 1867. Dear mother,
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Oliver’s journal 1867 By Shelby Goudy
March 25, 1867 Dear mother, I wonder what you are like. Today I was challenged when the boys at the workhouse were discussing who would be the one to ask for more grul, when they came to my name I knew immediately that they would pick me. I was so scared to ask for more. When I looked back at the hungry wolves in knew that I had to go through with it. “Please sir I want some more,” was all I said when I was taken away. I don’t know what will happen next.
March 26, 1867 Dear mother, The boys say that outside there is a sign. I have heard different things but all of them say that I am being given away along with 7 pounds. I don’t want to be sold. Where will I end up? Maybe a good family will take me in. I will be right back mother; Mr. Bumble is calling for me. A man is here to take me; and he is covered in soot. I don’t want to go with him! When they took me to court to sing the papers they needed to give me away, I started to plead with them and the judge decided to not sign the papers. I am so glad that I did not have to go with that scary man.
March 27, 1867 Dear mother, Mr. Bumble took me to the undertaker that is where I will stay now. The undertaker has me sleeping with the coffins and that makes me very scared. I do not want to stay here long. I am already thinking of ways to escape. When Mr. Bumble brought me here I thought that it might be a good place to live. I have already seen that it probably will be a lot of hard work living here. There is one good thing about living here and that is the food they feed me I am no longer eating grul, I am eating meat, soup, biscuits, and other delicious foods that I have never tried before. Wish me luck mother I will hopefully not have to live here for too long.
March 28, 1867 Dear, mother I woke up today to the loud pounding of Noah Claypole. Not a very nice man that Mr. Calypole. Mother he said things that are not true about you. I was so mad that I hit him. Everyone got so mad at me and they were saying that I could have killed them all but I did not so you would think everything was okay. After that they tried to put me in the cellar in knew that I had to do something so I broke free and ran way I don’t really know where to go se I guess I will walk to London. I hope I will have a better life there.
March 29, 1867 Dear mother, I have not reached London yet and I am starting to wonder how close I am. I have been thinking a lot about my new life in London and what new people I will meet. As I have been walking I seen a lot of lonely houses out here past the city. I have also seen a lot of carriages passing by and I really hope that they are going to London as well because I have been fallowing there traces so if they are not going to London I don’t know what I will do. Did you live in the work house mother? I love you mother and I hope that I will get to London soon.