Friday May 2,1862
The roads are so dangerous that we don’t even go to church anymore.This is fine by me.It’s very tiresome to ride five miles in a bumpy carriage and then sit on a hard wooden pew and listen to a man talk about our damned souls.But tonight we have more guests besides just Mr.Williams;the bald,round Pastor Carson,his snooty wife,and three grubby little boys which unfortunately sit on both sides of me.Pastor Carson also brought two of his slaves.