Hello mother,
When I left for the city of Boston to perhaps become a seamstress, I came across a blockage. The life in Boston was quite dull and drearier. I understand we were comfortable, but it did not feel as a place for a woman. I wanted to become my own, rather than be married off at a young age and have children like you and my sisters have done. I appreciate the mouths that have feed me and I never dare speak ill of you all, but it felt quite restricting in our humble one bedroom house with 10 people living in it. Perhaps I will find me an earnest man here, but Boston is not the place for me as a young and growing female. I plan to grow myself and find jobs, odd or not, and see were life leads me. After all, it was you who told …show more content…
I am truly doing well and am quite well off, I am no longer the baby of the house mother that is something to be accepted by you and the family, and I can take care of myself seeing as times are changing. There wasn’t any more positions open so I was forced to take a job as a miner just to scrape by. The hours are quite atrocious, I leave the house at 5:00 in the morning, later then many, and come back at sunset. I don’t even make much even with all the laborious work. I earn about 3p a day and am expected to buy equipment, which pretty much takes my whole check. There are little girls in the mines lifting so much weight, I saw this poor girl carrying 60 IB! Can you even believe that? Someone ought to make a revolt, but the women are too tired to even think of such thing with having to work all day only to return home to a litter of kids. I am lucky to be childless, seeing as all the horse-work would only make me lose children, as many of the women have.
Oh mother, I absolutely hate being a Hurried, I have to carry so much coal each day. My back has truly started to cave in on me, and I am only 20! Some kind old women warned me of this when I first entered the job, she said I would soon become like an old hunched woman. My friend works in the textile industry, it isn’t really any better, she suffers quite a lot herself. The idiotic men refuse to do this work as if it is above them, even though they aren’t any better with their work, but they sure get payed more. I plan to quit this job and come back home, this was enough exploring for me. Expect me in a week or
When I left for the city of Boston to perhaps become a seamstress, I came across a blockage. The life in Boston was quite dull and drearier. I understand we were comfortable, but it did not feel as a place for a woman. I wanted to become my own, rather than be married off at a young age and have children like you and my sisters have done. I appreciate the mouths that have feed me and I never dare speak ill of you all, but it felt quite restricting in our humble one bedroom house with 10 people living in it. Perhaps I will find me an earnest man here, but Boston is not the place for me as a young and growing female. I plan to grow myself and find jobs, odd or not, and see were life leads me. After all, it was you who told …show more content…
I am truly doing well and am quite well off, I am no longer the baby of the house mother that is something to be accepted by you and the family, and I can take care of myself seeing as times are changing. There wasn’t any more positions open so I was forced to take a job as a miner just to scrape by. The hours are quite atrocious, I leave the house at 5:00 in the morning, later then many, and come back at sunset. I don’t even make much even with all the laborious work. I earn about 3p a day and am expected to buy equipment, which pretty much takes my whole check. There are little girls in the mines lifting so much weight, I saw this poor girl carrying 60 IB! Can you even believe that? Someone ought to make a revolt, but the women are too tired to even think of such thing with having to work all day only to return home to a litter of kids. I am lucky to be childless, seeing as all the horse-work would only make me lose children, as many of the women have.
Oh mother, I absolutely hate being a Hurried, I have to carry so much coal each day. My back has truly started to cave in on me, and I am only 20! Some kind old women warned me of this when I first entered the job, she said I would soon become like an old hunched woman. My friend works in the textile industry, it isn’t really any better, she suffers quite a lot herself. The idiotic men refuse to do this work as if it is above them, even though they aren’t any better with their work, but they sure get payed more. I plan to quit this job and come back home, this was enough exploring for me. Expect me in a week or