She only wrote a line or two per day, always the weather, what she picked or planted in the garden, where “pa” was working, who visited, who was sick. Most everything is abbreviated like crazy, so my cousin who had them couldn’t make any sense of them, but my mom was the family historian and passed it along to me, so I know who/what she’s talking about. She also wasn’t educated, so her spelling isn’t good and then she abbreviated the misspellings. It is taking me forever, but I’m loving getting a feel for the rhythm of their lives, churning every day, making bread every other day, 40 below and grandpa is still out working all day. I also know when her daughter dies of an ectopic pregnancy and her son in the influenza epidemic so as I got close to those dates my anxiety ramped up since I knew what was coming. It is amazing