Dear Diary,How lovely to finally write those words. Mama and Papa brought [sic] me you for my birthd

Dear Diary,How lovely to finally write those words. Mama and Papa brought [sic] me you for my birthday, as I saw you in a shop in town and wanted you since last year.I asked Mama how I should address you, and she said I should write to you like a pen pal. So I shall call you ‘Dottie’, and I shall introduce myself like you are a new friend.My name is Sarah Rozenfeld and I am nine years old. I live at Lone Oak Farmstead across the pond. It’s really a lake and its name is Havisham Lake after a well-to-do family nearby, but everyone calls it the pond. I have one brother and three sisters. As far as sisters and brothers go they are not bad. Gavriel likes to splash in mud a lot. Gitti plays with my dolls and sometimes will forget to put them away. Golde and Perl are just babies and put everything in their mouths. Mama and Papa are the best parents in town, I think so anyway.I go to Windenburg School nearby and have a very best friend, Olivia Lewis, and we sit with a group of girls from around the county. Jacob Berkowitz goes to my school also, and he lives just down the road. Mama and Papa are friends with his mama and papa, and we play together sometimes. But I cannot sit next to him at school, because he is a boy, and I am respectible [sic].Last week we had the Lewises over for tea and while the grownups talked, Olivia and I played cards with Gitti and Gavriel. Gitti hasn’t much head for the game, but Gavriel is already an awful cheat. Olivia took it in good humour and when she left I boxed his ears and earned a scolding from Mama. I should do it again if I had the chance, even if it means I miss out on supper. Boys are the worst.Yours sincerely,Sarah RozenfeldSeptember 18th, 1899P.S. Here is a photograph of me, taken four years ago. Mama says I shall have my picture taken again soon, and will send it to Bubbe Shprintze and the family ‘back home’. I think she means where she lived before she came to Windenburg. Mr Berkowitz calls it the ‘old country’, though Papa says he means a different place. Why don’t grownups say what they really mean. -- source link

More pics about