Sunday Serial

Time for another bit of Joe Skidmore’s diary – 1869, east Texas, small farmers under trying circumstances.

February 9th

I haven’t written for a few days because we’ve just been too damn busy. There’s been so much rain that everything’s waterlogged, and the roof began to leak right over Isaac’s bed. Isaac being Isaac said he needed to sleep in mine since he has to do a full days work whereas I can loaf around at home on account of my bum leg. I guess we got a bit loud because Pa came in and,...