May, Tuesday 3, 1864
The lines still closed, no news from Memphis, can’t tell when Nannie and Joanna will be home—I did not get up until nearly dinner, spent the remainder of the day sewing for Laura, trying to get her clothes in order, it seems I can never get her again for any length of time. No one has been here today. John spent the day hid in the woods with Cousin Frazor’s horse—Father as usual running round trying to hear the news. I think the Country is rather dull, since the blockade—This is a lonely day in my weary life, and I can record nothing which would give, either pleasure or profit in after years to look back upon—the children have been happy at play—and I expect Helen and Tate have passed the day pleasantly together—mine has been alone. Father and Cousin Frazor left the Parlor early after tea—John & I sat up right late talking, and I played for him. Laura is still sewing and nodding—no bread for Goslins, they are very noisy