Author :Kiara Gilbert
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Point Of View Fiction? Life was hard for me. Every morning started the same. I got off of the uncomfortable wooden bed, throwing off the scratchy home-made covers, that I had made out of yarn myself. The small one room hut was cold, and as I collected fire-wood I could not help but curse the simple, life of mine. How I lived like a pioneer, even if it was the 20th century. It took a while for the fire to start, for a couple of sparks were all I could establish for the moment. But soon it was blazing, with a pot over it.
I took off yesterday’s catch of fish, some cabbage, and some meal and buckwheat flour and threw it into a boiling pot. I ate this food every day, each ingredient had a purpose. The fish for protein and energy, cabbage for flavor, and the meal and buckwheat flour to make this concoction last for about 3-4 days. But this serving was measly, last for today.
The daily routine to my day was scribbled on a piece of paper near my bed-post.
Things to do:
Catch Fish (If needed)
Make & Eat Meal
Mend All Clothes
Make new dress for winter feast
Make New Quilt
Churn Butter for winter feast
Go hunting for meat for winter feast
I rushed through my meal, and started the preparations for winter feast, I mended all my clothes, and went hunting for bear, the skin would be thick for warmth, and the meat would be filling. I started right away, skinning off the fur. I made a thick warm cover for the bed.
And then I heard screaming. The soldiers were back, the 5th time of too many. Soon all of my preparations for winter feast were ready to be carried. The meat was smoked and put into bags which were put into my trunk. The quilt and dress and all of my clothing were put into the trunk. My arrows and guns, my fluffy feathered filled pillow and sleeping bag that rolled up, my emergency tent, my churner, my eggs (which were placed in delicate departments), large pieces of wood, 5 boxes of matches, extra covers, my books, and all 10 journals with my pencils and pen were packed into that bag.
And I ran into the big woods, cursing the fact that Jews didn’t know all Germans were good, and that I was Hitler’s daughter. But diary did I do the right thing?
I took off yesterday’s catch of fish, some cabbage, and some meal and buckwheat flour and threw it into a boiling pot. I ate this food every day, each ingredient had a purpose. The fish for protein and energy, cabbage for flavor, and the meal and buckwheat flour to make this concoction last for about 3-4 days. But this serving was measly, last for today.
The daily routine to my day was scribbled on a piece of paper near my bed-post.
Things to do:
Catch Fish (If needed)
Make & Eat Meal
Mend All Clothes
Make new dress for winter feast
Make New Quilt
Churn Butter for winter feast
Go hunting for meat for winter feast
I rushed through my meal, and started the preparations for winter feast, I mended all my clothes, and went hunting for bear, the skin would be thick for warmth, and the meat would be filling. I started right away, skinning off the fur. I made a thick warm cover for the bed.
And then I heard screaming. The soldiers were back, the 5th time of too many. Soon all of my preparations for winter feast were ready to be carried. The meat was smoked and put into bags which were put into my trunk. The quilt and dress and all of my clothing were put into the trunk. My arrows and guns, my fluffy feathered filled pillow and sleeping bag that rolled up, my emergency tent, my churner, my eggs (which were placed in delicate departments), large pieces of wood, 5 boxes of matches, extra covers, my books, and all 10 journals with my pencils and pen were packed into that bag.
And I ran into the big woods, cursing the fact that Jews didn’t know all Germans were good, and that I was Hitler’s daughter. But diary did I do the right thing?