March 3rd, 1863 Tuesday evening
Yesterday in the midst of my writing, one of our friends came in, and of course, I had to stop writing and entertain her until Ma came up out of the garden (She was down there having some seed planted.). I had a “heap” to put-down yesterday, but as soon as anybody comes in and speaks to me, it is all gone.
Some people are great boobies!! She stayed here until after dinner. I dressed to go and call on Miss Ingrim. As I came through Ma’s room to bid her good evening, says she “Nannie you look mighty nice, black becomes you,” becomes the fiddle stick. What do I care whether it becomes me or not? I don’t wear black because it becomes me. I think it is a sad sight to see one dressed in deep mourning; even when one makes such silly remarks it bring up a sad chain of thoughts. I wear mourning because it corresponds with my feelings.
I remember a remark a very superficial minded young lady made to me the other day: “I think a long black dress and a long black veil looks so nice.” Poor creature let her think on. She wore mourning once for her father.
Well I called on Miss Ingrim and like her better than I did the first time I met her; she has red hair. Mrs. McKeage was here yesterday afternoon. She still thinks she will have her company Thursday evening. She is very anxious for me to come, but I am not going. Yesterday I was silly enough to think of braiding my hair and pinning a white rose bud in my bosom. Oh how foolish and weak I am. The very idea of I thinking how I would dress when I was just now condemning it in others, but I am not weak enough to break my word. I have never done that knowingly. I am taking a new piece of music “The Storm.” It is a splendid thing. It represents a herdsman on his way home with his flock. He is playing a hymn on his flute. He is overtaken by a storm. The thunder is very distinct. The crashing of trees, the pouring of water, now and then through all is to be heard the notes of the flute and then the “fire bells.”
I have a new song too. “He has gone and I have sent him,” to the war, of course.
Why are the “Greenbacks” like the Jews? Because they have a father Abraham and no with not their redeemer. (pretty good