Sunday 16th We have all been to meeting all day
Went to Mr Whitwells at noon with mother
rode with our new horse do not believe he
is any great affair Edwin took tea with
us and I went into his house with him Wrote
a letter to Oliver. Oakes A went to North
Bridgewater to see Mr French about selling
some hogs for father. I asked once to let me go but
he went without me
The Ameses went to meeting today, naturally, and Evelina visited with her mother at the parsonage during intermission. The Ames family often rode in tandem if not together to church; Evelina perhaps rode in a carriage with Old Oliver and Mrs Witherell. She certainly seemed underwhelmed by the new horse that Old Oliver had recently acquired.
Edwin Williams Gilmore, Evelina’s nephew, stopped by for tea at the end of the day. He was building a house in North Easton, barely a stone’s throw away from the Ames compound. Although he may have worked at the shovel factory at this time, he would soon embark on a business of his own: a hinge factory that would be a successful enterprise for decades to come. He wasn’t interested in working and living on the family farm; that job would fall to his younger brother, Francis.
For now, Edwin was an ambitious twenty-three year old who wanted to live in the village. The house, which his father, Alson, had been helping him build, was almost ready. His next step would be to marry, and he evidently had a wife in mind: twenty-two year old Augusta Pool, his neighbor near the farm. Evelina may have been privy to Edwin’s plans; if not, she surely enjoyed looking in on the new property so close to her own. Her visit with Edwin perhaps made up for not going with her son Oakes Angier to North Bridgewater.