Today, dear diary, we woke up with out any firewood in the wood box again. I feel sorry for those who don't have a house to live in to be in this cold. With pa's job haning on the line and four little mouths to feed, I don't know how mom can manage. Every day seems to get worse. Yesterday, Paul left the house without his coat and nearly froze to death. With little warmth in the house, how can we keep going. I wish life could just get better instead of worse. School has not run for over a year and I fear that I am begining to fall behind with what were are supposed to know. If I have some free time during the day, I like to help the little ones in their family school across the street. At least they don't have far to walk. I wish I was as unseeing as them right now. The weather chills you to the bone and with little heat and lots of work, life can get very difficult. If only they knew. Not much more to write about. Am very cold. Will write later. I need to help mom with the little ones. Then mabey we( my brothers and I) can find some coal or wood for the fire.
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