Early American Farm LbNA #9593
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Add Location| Owner: | Adoptable |
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| Plant date: | Jul 25, 2004 |
| Location: | |
| City: | Media |
| County: | Delaware |
| State: | Pennsylvania |
| Boxes: | 1 |
| Planted by: | Trax  |
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| Found by: | Benannah |
| Last found: | May 1, 2011 |
| Status: | aFFFFFFFFFFFFF |
| Last edited: | Jul 25, 2004 |
Stamp carved by hexacat.
July 26, 1904
Dear Diary,
What a wonderful day to be living on the Ridley Creek this was! After completing my chores, Mama said that I might visit with Emily Jergens at the neighboring farmstead. So I carefully tuck my diary into the pocket of my skirt and head out. Upon reaching Emily's farm, her mama declared that we might enjoy a picnic this fine afternoon. She had prepared a lovely basket of cold chicken, biscuits and a jug of lemonade for us to take. We decide to picnic at the pasture that Emily's papa called Number 16. After enjoying our lunch and playing several games, the sun was beginning to set and it was time to head home. To get home, Emily and I follow the trail that begins behind the old outhouse. We make our way along the beautiful trail, crossing the small stream and proceeding up the hill to the right. At the trail junction just before the old road where an old fallen tree truck juts out on the left, we turn right. Emily's farmstead is on the left side of this trail and that's where I part ways with her. After waving goodbye to Emily, I contine down the trail and pass the Jergens family's barn, in front of which Emily's papa has left his plow. I wind around the trail for a while until it crosses the old road that takes you back to the Hunting Hill Mansion. I pick up the trail on the other side of the road and follow it, bearing left under the tall, cool, shady trees. This trail comes out on the road that takes you to Ridley Creek and is also the road where my farmstead stands. At the road I turn left and soon pass my home on the right. I can smell the supper that Mama was preparing but need to hide my diary before going inside to help her. I cross over the old bridge and take the trail immediately under it on the south side. I follow that trail past our old springhouse and around the bend. After a bit of a walk I find the first small path on the right that leads to my favorite clearing in the woods. There is a large snake-like yellow root that crosses the path. I finish writing my diary entry while I enjoy the quiet beauty of the view of the ravine below. From the yellow root, at what I calculate would be about 180 degrees on Papa's old ship's compass, is a large tree at the edge of the clearing. This tree is special to me because on the far side of it there is a hole at the base that makes a perfect hiding spot for my diary. Hopefully only people who deserve to read the contents of my diary will discover it there.
July 26, 1904
Dear Diary,
What a wonderful day to be living on the Ridley Creek this was! After completing my chores, Mama said that I might visit with Emily Jergens at the neighboring farmstead. So I carefully tuck my diary into the pocket of my skirt and head out. Upon reaching Emily's farm, her mama declared that we might enjoy a picnic this fine afternoon. She had prepared a lovely basket of cold chicken, biscuits and a jug of lemonade for us to take. We decide to picnic at the pasture that Emily's papa called Number 16. After enjoying our lunch and playing several games, the sun was beginning to set and it was time to head home. To get home, Emily and I follow the trail that begins behind the old outhouse. We make our way along the beautiful trail, crossing the small stream and proceeding up the hill to the right. At the trail junction just before the old road where an old fallen tree truck juts out on the left, we turn right. Emily's farmstead is on the left side of this trail and that's where I part ways with her. After waving goodbye to Emily, I contine down the trail and pass the Jergens family's barn, in front of which Emily's papa has left his plow. I wind around the trail for a while until it crosses the old road that takes you back to the Hunting Hill Mansion. I pick up the trail on the other side of the road and follow it, bearing left under the tall, cool, shady trees. This trail comes out on the road that takes you to Ridley Creek and is also the road where my farmstead stands. At the road I turn left and soon pass my home on the right. I can smell the supper that Mama was preparing but need to hide my diary before going inside to help her. I cross over the old bridge and take the trail immediately under it on the south side. I follow that trail past our old springhouse and around the bend. After a bit of a walk I find the first small path on the right that leads to my favorite clearing in the woods. There is a large snake-like yellow root that crosses the path. I finish writing my diary entry while I enjoy the quiet beauty of the view of the ravine below. From the yellow root, at what I calculate would be about 180 degrees on Papa's old ship's compass, is a large tree at the edge of the clearing. This tree is special to me because on the far side of it there is a hole at the base that makes a perfect hiding spot for my diary. Hopefully only people who deserve to read the contents of my diary will discover it there.