D Is For Diary.

This is one of the few items I would be mindful enough to rescue in the event of a fire.
For one full year my husband's grandfather, William Seth Lincoln, recorded his daily life. The year was 1971 and my husband would not be born for 2 years.
William was born Sept. 16 1884 and passed away shortly after my husband was born. He is believed to be a direct descendant of Abraham Lincoln's Uncle Mordecai.
In 1971 William and his wife Nora were living in this house, with my husband's father and his family in a smaller house across the driveway. (What we now call the Little House.)
William wrote of everyday occurrences too numerous to mention; as well as 2 moon landings, corresponding with ex-president Truman, and the pain and shock of finding his wife passed away 6 days after her 80th birthday.
He wrote every day that year, whether it was a grief stricken day or a day of joy. I am so glad to have this tangible record of his life here 35 years ago; not typed or on a computer disk but written by his own hand in the same space I am writing this post. I sleep in the house he built, work his land, admire his trees, and watch his great-grandchildren play in the same fields as his children.
Part of his entry for this day; Feb. 28, 1971.
"Light wind, 10 degrees, nearly clear with a very high and light overcast. Bright and clear 10 a.m. 22 degrees."
I took these pics this morning at 10 a.m.



It's hard to accurately convey with a blog post what having this diary means to our family. I hope that William is proud of us and approves of our decision to dwell here and care for his land. He's one of the first people I look forward to speaking with in Heaven.