Saturday, 17th March, 1866

A very great change in the weather since yesterday. Freezing nearly, all day bitter cold and windy. Notwithstanding, we made the potato bed and planted about three bushels. Found the potatoes had kept very badly. A great many had to be thrown away. – – Bill put them in the bed. Had Addison to assist him about them. – – Hardie drove Fannie to the C. H. and carried 26 shad and sold to Mr. Walcot @ $.25 a piece.1There was an Andrew Jackson Walcot, wheelwright, reported in the 1860 US census living in King and Queen County. He would have been about 35 in 1866. One undocumented source on gives his wife as Henrietta Slaughter. Since the Slaughter family were merchants at the C.H., it is possible this is our Mr. Walcot. His son, Andrew Jr., born this year, would eventually live in West Point. If any of our readers have any information about who this Mr. Walcot might be, please let us know. O, it is so cold. Everything freezing. Zac would cover up most of my peas and spread blankets over the hot bed. We had loaf bread and a pot of coffee made, and took supper in the chamber. I ironed those little things starched yesterday. – – I’ve not had a letter from the absent children for some time. I miss them so much, particularly Bake, who has been a companion for me longer than any of the rest. It seems that the anniversary of every day brings her more freshly to my mind, her cheerful conversation and words of comfort so often drove away sadness, though at times she is given to it herself, or rather the blues as she calls it, and we could always sympathize with each other. – – Nan is a dear little heart and all the company a little child could be, always cheerful. Nothing puts her down, not event he death of her pet she has nurtured all the winter. She is lonely sometimes. Misses the nice rides she used to take on Shakespeare last year to school. He has to work so hard now. He needs all the rest he can get when he is not on the plough. – – No shad caught today.