Tuesday, January 12, 2010

1835 Journal Entry-Texas-Elmira Ingram


Journal Entry: Fall, 1835, Brazoria, Texas


Today is my 16th birthday! Mama and I have prepared for this most wondrous occasion for two months. She wanted a beautiful, grown-up dress for me to wear to my party, so she sought the services of Miss Emilie Milam to create a very special gown. No longer shall I wear calico, nor style my hair in braids, nor run and play with my brothers. Ladies do not act in such a manner in our household, for each member is born to a role, and best we carry out our duties or most likely face the wrath of Papa.

Secretly, I shall miss the days of riding my pony bareback across the coastal plains, through our plantation, chasing my brothers, for all four of them can out-race me every time. Ah, well, such is the lot of females. Now, my brothers believe they are my protectors, especially when young gentlemen look my way. Brazoria County fairly bursts with bachelors, young men, some wealthy, some poor, but each one seeking a bride to ensconce in his home.

One young man, Mr. Randolph Long, nears my person at every opportunity, at church services, all-day dinners, and when Mama and I shop in town. Papa forbids me to speak with him alone; as a result, our conversations become awkward, as each of us stumbles on words we know perfectly well. After my party—of which he will attend!—I plan to speak with him as any grown woman may do with any gentleman she wishes.

But worrisome events have surfaced over this part of Texas. Papa hears tales in town, at the saloon, the community hall, and the warehouse, and he brings the stories home to share with Mama and my brothers. Of course, they all believe they have protected my delicate ears, but I listen and they do not know. It seems a crisis of some sort has arisen in Anahuac, a small place not far from our home. I am uncertain of its exact location, but the news is that General Santa Anna sent a small detachment of soldiers to Anahuac to enforce the collection of customs there and in Galveston. The merchants and the wealthy landowners—such as my papa—object to this unfair treatment, and when Papa speaks of the Santa Anna’s Mexican army and their ways, he becomes red in the face and begins to pound on the table!

Now, just before my party, he tells of a gathering of Mexican troops, more as the days go by. But the most frightening news comes from Gonzales, where Papa said a Colonel Domingo de Ugartecha, commander of troops in San Antonio, sent five cavalrymen to Gonzales to retrieve the six-pound canon that had been provided four years earlier for defense against the Indians. The Texan officer in charge hid the canon, telling the military he had no authority to give it up. He sent out dispatches calling for military aid.

Four hundred Texans, who worked in a loosely formed military troop, heard the call, turned from their original destination, Goliad, and marched to Gonzales. One hundred Mexican soldiers were already there to seize the canon. But a Colonel Moore and one-hundred and sixty Texans loaded the canon with chains and scrap iron, and strung a banner across it inscribed “COME AND TAKE IT.” Then the Colonel and his men attacked the Mexican troops, forcing them to retreat to San Antonio. I wanted to cheer! However, I did not wish to reveal my hiding place from which I listened avidly about the exciting battles.

Dread fills my heart, now that I understand what is to come. Papa says we must prepare, put away our frivolous desires for the present, and do our part to secure Texas for ourselves. I can only pray the war does not last too long.

My party will go on, however, and I must end this writing to don my beautiful dark blue silk gown, adorned with a lovely inset of lace, and an ivory brooch at my throat. Handsome coils of braid divide the lace from the silk. Underneath, my pantalets are of the finest linen, and my petticoat is of a fine silk. Mama will arrange my hair atop my head in a manner befitting a grown young woman. I do hope I look beautiful, or at least pretty, for a photographer will capture me in my new gown.

Would it not be magical if someone two hundred years hence finds my photograph and wonders about me?

Signed--Elmina Ingram

NOTE from author Celia Yeary: The sixteen-year-old young woman in the photo is one of my real Texas ancestors, but I did not use her real name. I have no idea where she grew up or lived in Texas. I took the date from the back of the photo, 1835, and used historical events of the beginning of the Texas Revolution to write this journal entry. The story about my ancestor is fiction, however, a figment of my imagination.

“Romance…and a little bit o’ Texas.”

Celia Yeary
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15 comments:

  1. Thank you for sharing. I find your approach very interesting and appealing.

    Bill ;-)

    http://drbilltellsancestorstories.blogspot.com/
    Author of "13 Ways to Tell Your Ancestor Stories"

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  2. BILL--thank you for visiting. I looked up your profile and your blog--very nice. I like stories about my ancestors, but I don't "do" geneaology--my older sister does it all and I benefit. I'm mainly looking for stories to write! Celia

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  3. Oh Celia,
    I love this - very creative and fun to read. I'm glad I visited your blog. I'll be back!

    And thanks for your support as I promote my Marrying Mallory ebooks. I appreciate it!

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  4. DIANE--thank YOU for visiting my blog. I don't exactly say anything profound, but I do have a lot of fun! Celia

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  5. Hi Celia,
    I very much enjoyed reading your post. This style of writing really suits you. Have you thought of writing an entire book as a series of journal entries? Is there a market for that? If not, it might be fun to find a local historical group that would let you serialize a column like this with entries from various older photographs you can find. Just a thought!

    www.maggietoussaint.com

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  6. And what a fine imagination you have! You brought Elmira totally to life. Hopes and dreams, fears and concerns, all from one photograph.

    How differently 16th birthdays are celebrated now...

    www.lianalaverentz.com

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  7. Hi Celia, should I say I knew it was your own writing because it strongly holds your style? ;-)

    An interesting mix of the seriousness of coming war with the frivolity of parties and fancy clothes.

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  8. I'm from Texas too Celia. A young woman of means might say and act just like this. Isn't it strange how we Texas people always respond to protecting her...Texas. Nice take on this.

    I have a historical western coming out this year from Whimsical Publications, Jodi's Journey, about a girl who takes a herd of cattle north to Kansas. Hope you will check it out.

    Love and blessings
    Rita

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  9. What a lovely story and such refreshing writing style. I want more.

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  10. I thoroughly enjoyed your relatives imaginary story. It was great Celia!

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  11. Very creative, Celia. I was hooked from the moment she grew wistful about leaving behind childhood pleasures.

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  12. Wow, Celia, what a story. Thanks so much for sharing. I can see you using this as inspiration for a novel. I also enjoyed the writing style very much. I thought it suited you well.

    Smiles
    steph

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  13. Celia,

    This journal post is so interesting. It pulled me in. I love to read about this time period and it's obvious that you've done your research, m'lady.

    Sounds like a best seller. You truly have a way with words.

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  14. I REALLY loved this, Celia. I wanted it to keep going. Can you keep it going, please????!!! I want to know what happens at the party...

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  15. Whoa! What a post. Thanks for sharing. :) ~Skhye

    http://blog.skhyemoncrief.com

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