Manuscripts/Mixed Material [Mrs. Sarah Hartje]
While the steady drip, drip, dripping on the oilcloth covered canopy continued thru the nite. What if it did run down on the floor? it was dirt any way!
I wanted to explain a little more about our literary society I know I didn't make that clear. You ask if the children had a part in it I said no. I didn't mean they never had a part but just that they didn't in that one certain program. For the rest of the time we [ all ?] had a part. A mixed program of “pieces” to speak dialogues, songs etc. and the reciter a spelling match or ciphering down in which everyone from least to greatest took part sometimes we had both.
Then some evenings would find a big debate on. That was a lively group and many an evening was pleasantly and [helpfully?] spent. [Mother brot all her children into the?] world with the help fo a “midwife” except the last child. She had seven children one set of twins.
When we got sick they talked it [?] ([for her and another?]) and then usually gave us a good “psysic”? of Senna tea or castoria. If we had a cold we got a [hot foot?] bath [?] if our [throats?] were sore we would get our dirty stocking, foot part first, wrapped around our necks. Virtue in the perspiration and dirt in the foot part of the stocking! [e?] We would get potions of good [?] tea. ([Alum?] scraped to a powder with [?] we took inwardly. If our [cold?] was stubborn mother would [?] a cough syrup of pure vinegar into which [she had dropped a whole onion?] shell and all....let stand till [?] was all eaten up then she'd lift the [skin?] out and [???] rest adding sugar to make a syrup. We loved it and coughed extra hard and often to get it. She'd make candy adding [hore hound?] also for a cough, turpentine, a few drops on a