It is good to have these brothers here but its not the same as having a girl you can talk to and play with, and besides, they can be an ornery bunch and tease me to no end. I always wished I had a sister more than any other thing there is. I used to pretend tea parties and jump rope with her. I always thinks of her in my prayers and berried one of my dolls in her little grave so she could grow up and we'd play together. Had a baby sister who went with the angels before she was a year old, so my folks calls her Harriet Jane but on the inside I calls her my Angel Sister. They were gone nearly six weeks, all totaled.Įrnest and Albert is my big brothers, of which I got too youngern's, Harland and Clover.

Then Papa and the big boys, that's Ernest and Albert and Jimmy Reed, drove a few of them with the MacIntosh's cattle down to a place called Phoenix and to a place higher up on one end of the valley called Hayden's Ferry. In 1881 we had stuck out a wet winter and a plum pleasant spring. My favorite is a little roan with a white nose and I call her Rose.

We always ran a fine string of horses, as long as I can remember. When they were young Mama and Papa went the Oregon Trail with their folks, and when they married they came from Oregon and started up a little farm near a road by Cottonwood Springs, in the west end of New Mexico Territory.

Its been a sorrowful journey so far and hard and so if we dont get to San Angelo or even as far as Fort Hancock I am saving this little theme in my cigar box for some wandering travelers to find and know whose bones these is. The Diary of Sarah Agnes Prine, 1881-1901Ī storm is rolling in, and that always makes me a little sad and wistful so I got it in my head to set to paper all these things that have got us this far on our way through this heathen land.

These is my words by nancy e turner