Adeline’s Journal :War of 1812 – A Wedding

A Wedding: August 29, 1813 

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The following excerpt is from the diary of Adeline’s sister, Eveline Price.

Thistledown Farm, 

August 29, 1813

Dear Diary,

Adeline and Charles were married today at the Little Blue Church in Prescott.  Adeline looked beautiful in mother’s re-styled maroon afternoon gown.  We made over the neckline, adding a lace fichu made from one of the capelets that Grandma Price sent us last summer.  I braided Adeline’s lovely auburn hair and wound it into a coil at the back of her neck.  She wore a small ivory silk bonnet with maroon ribbons and Mother had made a short cap to fit over the shoulders of the dress.  Elizabeth made Adeline a bridal bouquet of red asters and white daisies from her garden, which we tied with the leftover maroon silk.  

Adeline and Charles looked so sweet together, maroon and scarlet side by side, standing before Rev. Bethune.  The only people there were our family and Charles’ friend, John Thompson, who along with Father, signed the register as a witness.  I wish I were able to paint a portrait of Addy and Charles.  They gave each other such tender smiles when they were pronounced husband and wife.  We all cheered.  

Mrs. Randall served us a wedding supper of venison and grouse at their home.  Mrs. Randall had even managed to produce a proper wedding cake with butter icing and yellow pansies on top as a decoration.  It was delicious and we all went outside afterwards to embrace the bride and groom before they drove off to spend the night at our brother William’s cabin.  Arthur threatened to chivaree them, as they do in Lower Canada, but Robert and William talked him out of it.  I am so glad because chivarees are awful really, noisemaking and sometimes even kidnapping the groom.    I am so happy for my dear sister.  May God bless them with a long life together.

After the celebration, Father, Arthur and Robert returned to Fort Wellington.  William, who is still recovering from his Sackett’s Harbour wound, drove us back home.   It was strange to sleep alone in our bed.  It will be this way when Charles’ and Addy’s cabin is built.  There will be no more giggling in the dark or singing hymns after our prayers.  I will surely miss my older sister, but hopefully, one day I will be married too.  

Lovingly,

Eveline

Adeline’s Diary resumes:

Sunday, September 5, 1813

Thistledown Farm again,

Dear Janetta,

I am now writing my journal as a married woman.  My husband, Charles Andrew Houghton, is the kindest, dearest man.  I am so blessed to be his wife.  I do regret this awful war, but I thank God above that it brought my beloved Charles into my life.  I have been married a week, but it seems so much longer, we have packed so much activity into each day.  

Our one night at William and Elizabeth’s cabin was brief but lovely.  I’m back at home now, but everyone treats me differently, more like a grown person.  Charles has promised to visit as soon as possible and as often as he can.  He has hired two men from Johnstown to help Mr. Randall build our cabin.  He wants our home to be ready for us as soon as possible.

Meanwhile, I am making towels and some rag rugs for the cabin.  I am also finishing the quilt I began a while ago.  Mother, Evvy and I have been making preserves and helping with the second crop of hay.  Our hay mow is almost filled and there is enough for William and Elizabeth too as well as some for Charles and me.  It doesn’t take Eveline and me long to go to sleep.  We’re too tired to talk at bedtime.

Wearily,

Adeline  Houghton (I love writing my new name)

Sunday, September 25, 1813

Dear Janetta,

I am now living in our new cabin.  It still smells of cedar shavings.  We haven’t got a name for it yet, but I am making it as snug as possible.  Charles will be coming to stay whenever he can until this war is over. Father doesn’t want me to stay alone in the cabin over the winter, but I’m quite capable of taking care of myself and the animals.  We are buying a cow from the nearest farmer, Mr. Moffat, and we have a work horse that Charles brought back from the Randalls.  Charlemagne is a good strong fellow with a gentle disposition.  He and I are getting to know one another and he seems very content in the lean-to stable.  

Charles and I have a new puppy thanks to Robert Randall.  He gave us one of his collie’s litter and I have named him Pirate  because he has a dark fur patch around his right eye.  Pirate is a mischievous pup but he follows me around and sleeps at the bottom of our bed.  He is good company for me while Charles is at the fort.

Cheerfully, 

Adeline

Thursday, September 30, 1813

Dear Janetta,

William brought Elizabeth, Mother and Evvy to visit me today.  They thought our little cabin very cozy.  It overlooks a meadow and there are two large elm trees near the house and a mixed forest of mostly evergreens behind.   I put a lunch of bread, butter, sliced venison and mint tea  out for us on the table Charles made for us under one of the elms.  Mother brought a sack of macintosh apples with her and we enjoyed a pleasant picnic out of doors.

William took me aside before he took Mother, Elizabeth and Evvy home.  He warned me that one of the O’Meara brothers had been seen in Prescott and he asked me if I wanted to go back to Thistledown Farm for awhile, but I said no.  Charles will be home any day now.

Hopefully, Adeline

Feline Lament

Feline Lament  © 2013 Mollie Pearce McKibbon

cat

Don’t you know,

We were once revered

In ancient Egypt

So I’ve heard?

No one doubted

About our worth.

We were known

For our royal birth.

We were feted, loved,

Worshiped and adored;

Fed royal tidbits,

Were never bored.

But now I sit and

Twitch my tail,

Ignoring fish in their

Glassed-in jail,

Pretending not

 To Notice saucy birds

As they fly by with

Their chirping words.

I sit upon a window sill

Or prowl the house

While it is still.

Oh goodness me,

Now what was that?

A tuna can?

Well….I’m a cat!

More Poetry for Fall

Ode to A Grey November  © Mollie Pearce McKibbon 2013

The golden fires of Autumn

Are just past memories;

October’s glory washed away

By grey November’s breeze.

The tired sun, wan and pale,

Barely shows its face

Until the soft white winter quilt

Is gently tucked in place.

The grass and trees need their rest;

The flower bulbs must sleep.

All God’s creatures tiptoe round

Or slumber on in peace.

Their clock is set for Springtime

When all will stretch and sigh

And, renewed, the sun will smile

Up in a clear blue sky.

So don’t regret November days

As they creep slowly by.

They are only preparation for

Our Creator’s lullaby.

Yesterday’s Sunshine

th-3Yesterday’s Sunshine ©Mollie Pearce McKibbon

Have you ever gazed

At the clouds sailing by

On a warm summer’s day

When the breeze is a sigh?

The world seems so green

And the grass smells sweet,

It is soft on your back

Though it tickles your cheek.

The sun melts your skin

Like butter in the pan

And cloud-shadows passing

Make a cooling fan.

On days honey bees

Are so lazily playing,

The boughs of a willow

Are not even swaying.

Life seems a dream,

Forever its scope;

Times spent in wonder

Bring visions of hope.

Bank all these moments

In your vault labelled “Joys”

So you can reclaim them

And quiet the noise

That worries and struggle

Bring into each day.

Let yesterday’s sunshine

Simply fade it away.

My 31 Day Drawing Challenge

My 31 Day Art Challenge to Myself

I decided, after viewing some wonderful daily art challenges done by artists,  that I should set myself that kind of exercise.  Therefore, I have challenged myself to produce one sketch a day all month.  Here are some of the sketches I have done in the last eleven days.  Altogether I have done eleven sketches – twenty more to go.  I hope to see some improvements.  Let me know what you think.

An Old Orange
An Old Orange
The Rhubarb Patch
The Rhubarb Patch
A Vase of Gladiolas
A Vase of Gladiolas

Adeline’s Journal

Adeline’s Journal  : August 15, 1813regency lady

copyright by Mollie Pearce McKibbon

A fictional account of a young woman’s life during the War of 1812.

The story up to this point:

Adeline’s Uncle Andrew was awarded land in Upper  Canada after serving in the His Majesty’s army during the American Revolution.  When her uncle died his much younger brother, James Price, Adeline’s father inherited the land and moved his family from their home in England to Canada.  Adeline has an older brother, William, a younger brother, Henry and a sister, Eveline.  Their youngest sister, Virginia, died when she was three years old.  William recently married Elizabeth whom he was courting just before the war began.  James and William joined the local militia and reported for duty to Fort Wellington in Prescott.  While William and James were away, Henry and Adeline were checking on their brother’s property and Adeline happened on a rendezvous of an American spy and two of their neighbours.  Adeline was kidnapped by these three men and taken across the frozen St. Lawrence to Ogdensburgh.  She was rescued when the English army attacked the town.  After recovering from her adventure, Adeline has received and accepted a proposal from Sgt. Charles Houghton, an English soldier stationed at Ft. Wellington.

Thistledown Farm

Sunday, August 15, 1813

DearJanetta,                                                                                                                                                                    

Oh how I wish I could truly talk to you face to face, Janetta.  Mother’s  last letter from  Grandmother Price said that you were married to a magistrate and living in Bath.  How grand!  Now you are addressed as Mrs. Janetta Poole-Hasham and travel about in style visiting friends.  How things have changed for both of us.  I am so happy for you.  I wonder if you will learn about my marriage.  As the day grows closer, I can think of nothing else, although I must admit that the harvesting and sewing have me quite exhausted.  I tried on my wedding outfit yesterday and it is quite handsome.  Mother and Evvy are so clever with their sewing.  All I can manae are some passable darns and servicable knitted stockings. Ah well, we are not to covet the talents of others.

Today has been a strange day, beginning with an early morning visit from Arthur  and his new bride.  Yes, I did say bride.  Arthur eloped with Kathleen O’Meara, much to his parent’s chagrin, though I think their dismay wasn’t so much about Kathleen’s Irish catholic background as it was about her two brother’s treasonous actions with the enemy.  Mind you, they haven’t been heard of since I was rescued from Ogdensburgh.

Arthur and Kathleen are living with old Mr. O’Meara at the moment as he is a widower.  Kathleen is just as shy as ever, ducking her head as Arthur introduced her as Mrs. Arthur Randall.  Then, just as they were leaving, Arthur turned to me and hissed,” Now, see Adeline, you haven’t hurt or broken my heart at all.  Not like you’ve hurt my brother.!”

Honestly, I think Arthur is delusional.  I am furious.  How dare he insinuate that I gave his brother, Robert, any affection other that of an honest friend!  I am convinced that ther is no feeling on Robert’s part, other than brotherly affection so I will give no credence to Arthur’s malevolence.  I am truly relieved to know that Arthur will be occupied with things at the fort.  Kathleen will be living at home until they find a place closer to Prescott.

The afternoon passed pleasantly enough until the supper hour with it was my chance to put a whole meal upon the table.  The pork roast was thoroughly cooked, the vegetables were crisp but, I left the biscuits on the heat too long and they burned on the bottom and didn’t cook on the top.  Oh, I despair of ever producing an edible bread for my husband.  He will be wishing he’d waited to marry a good English girl with a generous dowry or at least a talent for cookery.

Dejectedly, Adeline.                                                                                                                                                        

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