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Wedns Nov 12th Painted the closets in the sitting
room chamber which with other things has taken
me most of the day. Susan has passed the
afternoon at Mr Swains Mr Whitwell called
this afternoon. I felt very sorry to stop my work as
I was very much engaged at the time Have not
sewed at all to day This evening have felt too much
fatigued
According to Old Oliver, “this was a fair cold day wind north west. the factory pond was frozen over this morning” It was a good day to stay indoors, which Evelina did. She still hadn’t completed all the refurbishments on the house, so she spent the day painting the shelves in the closet in the sitting room; the shelves in the parlor were already finished. By evening, she was “too fatigued” even to sew.
Daughter Susie spent the day at the home of Ann and John Swain, perhaps playing with Ann’s niece, Ellen Meader. Reverend William Whitwell braved the north west wind and paid a call on Evelina. Much as she liked him and admired his Sunday sermons, she was less than pleased to set aside her painting for his visit.
And “the factory pond” – probably Shovel Shop Pond – had skim ice, at least, all the way across it. What did that do to shovel production? How did the dams, flumes, and wheels work when the water began to ice up?
*Photo courtesy of Kenneth Aisawa, http://www.theboundsofcognition.blogspot.com
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No problem for the factories in this early fall ice, but somewhere in Old Oliver’s journal, he describes a bitter winter stretch where everything froze up solid and the effort they expend trying to free up the frozen water wheels.