Diary of an unborn child
September 19:
Today my life began. My parents do not know it yet, but it is I already. And I am to be a girl. I shall have blond hair and blue eyes. Just about everything is settled though, even the fact that I shall love flowers.
October 3:
Some say that I am not a real person yet, that only my mother exists. But I am a real person, just as a small crumb of bread is yet truly bread. My mother is. And I am.
October 7:
My mouth is just beginning to open now. Just think, in a year or so I shall be laughing and later talking. I know what my first word will be: MAMA.
October 9:
My heart began to beat today all by itself. From now on it shall gently beat for the rest of my life without ever stopping to rest! And after many years it will tire. It will stop, and then I shall die.
October 17:
I am growing a bit every day. My arms and legs are beginning to take shape. But I have to wait a long time yet before those little legs will raise me to my mother's arms, before those little arms will be able to gather flowers and embrace my father.
October 27:
Tiny fingers are beginning to form on my hands. Funny how small they are! I'll be able to stroke my mother's hair with them.
November 4:
It wasn't until today that the doctor told mom that I am living here under her heart. Oh, how happy she must be! Are you happy, mom?
November 9:
My mom and dad are probably thinking about a name for me. But they don't even know that I am a little girl. I want to be called Kathy. I am getting so big already.
November 24:
My hair is growing. It is smooth and bright and shiny. I wonder what kind of hair mom has?
November 27:
I am just about able to see. It is dark around me. When mom brings me into the World it will be full of sunshine and flowers. But what I want more than anything is to see my mom. How do you look, mom!
December 8:
I wonder if mom hears the whispering of my heart? Some children come into the World a little sick. But my heart is strong and healthy. It beats so evenly: tup-tup, tup-tup. You'll have a healthy little daughter, mom!
December 12:
Today my mother killed me.
(Anonymous 1978)
These lilies grew up thin and spindly this year. With an approaching storm threat I was afraid they would be destroyed so I took them into the house and plunked them into an old vase. I can enjoy them and they won't have to be pummeled by the rain...
Last Tuesday Terry and I took a day trip to Richmond, Massachusetts in search of his 4th great grandfather's home. The home was built by Joseph Richards and his sons in 1812-1815. Joseph had been given 160 acres of land in the Berkshires for his service during the Revolutionary War. The home was completed in 1815 and he moved his family from Hopkinton, Massachusetts to the home in Richmond. [The addition was built in 1821.] Joseph and his wife, Rhoda Howe would have a grandson born in Richmond [son of their son, Phineas and wife, Wealthy Dewey Richards] who would grow up to be an apostle, president of the twelve and counselor to Brigham Young. His name was Franklin Dewey Richards.
