Monday, 18th February, 1867

Another lovely day. Bill was apprehensive of rain, but it kept off and the day ended beautifully. This is the fourth day of his ploughing, without interruption, except to take Nan to the stage on Saturday. I arose quite early this morning and did some repairs to some of Bill’s nether garments.1Underwear. I got breakfast this morning, as Tom did not return from his Mothers in time, where he went yesterday evening. – – Pigeo has been working on her band today. We bear Nan’s and Hardie’s absence right well. She had the blues a short time this evening. – – Miss Attilla George spent the afternoon. I loaned my coarse slaie, No. 20.2An archaic term for a weavers reed, sometimes written slay. – – Had a hen house cleaned out by Tom, after he had gotten dinner. The weather is fine for gardening, but its too soon to commence. Don’t think I shall begin till about the first of March. Bill and I had some talk tonight about his services. I left it pretty much for him to say what would be a fair equivalent. I wish to do what is right for all. This day 12 years ago, I commenced keeping a journal. – – The day Rose left home to spend some time with Mary at Locust Hill, the first week she paid her after they went to housekeeping, before the birth of Rosa Haynes, their first child, who is now eleven year old, will be 12.3Locust Hill was the first home of Mary and her husband Garland Hanes, Jr. It overlooked the James River in the Deep Bottom portion of Henrico County, south-east of Richmond. This is the only reference to Rose made by Caroline in the Journal. Daughter Rose died five months later.