Sara S. B Block
November 26, 1862
This is my first time writing in my diary. I thought It would be fun to start one because I love to write. Maybe when I'm older I can look back at this diary. Today I read my sister some books. She likes it when I read to her. I actually don’t mind it that much.Charlotte, one of our slaves, made us some candy. It was very good. I shared some of mine with my mom when I talked to her today. Mom and I like to talk to each other about lots of things. Today I told her that I was starting my diary. I think she liked the idea. I told Mary about my diary also. She told me that she keeps one too. Anyways, I hope someday I can look back at this diary see what I thought as a child.
July 4, 1863
Today is the Fourth of July. It feels different now that we are part of the Confederate States of America. I know it must be even harder for our slaves. We are having a barbeque.It is so lonely without father and brother here, they are fighting in the war. The Emancipation Proclamation was issued since the last time I wrote. I wonder if our slaves are going to leave. We don’t mistreat our slaves, we treat them very kindly. I really miss father and brother. Brother and I like to talk together. I prefer to talk and play with him over my sister. Anyway, I hope father and brother come back soon.
Here is a picture of our slaves taking care of the plantation. I have been interested in taking more pictures lately.
October 10, 1863
November 27, 1863
Today, my brother, Martin, passed away. I found out that he had gangrene. I loved talking with Martin. Now that he is gone, I don’t feel whole. He will be missed greatly. I've been trying to read a little bit more, to try to not think of my father and brother. It makes me sad everytime I think about it. I've been reading newspapers lately to learn more about what is going on during the war. Hopefully there will not be more deaths in my family, because I am in such despair. I can’t even imagine how sad mom is. She probably misses dad and brother so much more than I could ever know.
January 1, 1865
South Carolina had been burned to smithereens. Why can’t we all just get along? I obviously know that we have a different view from the North, but I wish that we could all be in agreement. South Carolina is ruined. Lots of things have been burned.
This is an excerpt I read from Harper’s Weekly about Sherman’s March.