October 23, 1963
Wednesday - beautiful day 42 - 75 no wind, hot in the sun. I finished ironing and did some mending.
Comment: Hump day and another gorgeous one....and about one hundred and fifty years prior and four miles distant, Socrates Hubbard speaks of a shot-gun wedding and a faked pregnancy concerning his great uncle Iseral:
"Iseral lived some fore milds from fathers I was never at his house but once. He was in some things a strange man He was never known to speak on the subject of Religon he died as he had lived carless of the future. His wifes name was Betsy.[i] My father tells me a tale connected with their courtship that may be more amusing than rare. The tale runs thus. The bewitching fair to deceive her lover and about a speady union which no doubt ought to have been consimated before, wore pads on her ample front making him believe an nameless one was about to appear. She sent her parrents to enforce the match by applying to my Grandfather. They were married but the looked for one did not make its apearance for some years. They were however a very happy couple peace be to there ashes.
"Iseral lived some fore milds from fathers I was never at his house but once. He was in some things a strange man He was never known to speak on the subject of Religon he died as he had lived carless of the future. His wifes name was Betsy.[i] My father tells me a tale connected with their courtship that may be more amusing than rare. The tale runs thus. The bewitching fair to deceive her lover and about a speady union which no doubt ought to have been consimated before, wore pads on her ample front making him believe an nameless one was about to appear. She sent her parrents to enforce the match by applying to my Grandfather. They were married but the looked for one did not make its apearance for some years. They were however a very happy couple peace be to there ashes.
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