Now, I’ve read the book A Light in the Storm: The Civil War Diary of Amelia Martin, Fenwick Island, Delaware, 1861 by Karen Hesse more than once, and I must say, I cannot find any more good and positive things to say about it.
It’s a good book to read — especially if you like history, Abraham Lincoln and learning about how life was in the 1860s, too. 😊
Plus, I like how, in the entry marked December 25, 1860, Amelia admits that like her mother, she once believed in slavery. However, a family of five runaway slaves — a male, a female and three children — washed up on the beach a year before in 1860, and Amelia says, “But these slaves, there was something in their eyes, in their way with one another, that made me question how simpleminded, in fact, they were.” (p. 11-12)
With that, she eventually changes her mind and sees slavery for what it really is: “I was wrong in my beliefs about slavery. Mother still is wrong, and Grandmother.” (p. 72)
Friday, December 28, 1860
Clear. Wind N. W. High.
Cold has set in early. The millpond in Bayville is frozen over and William has started skating upon it, though I have yet to find time to join him. A skin of ice borders the edges of Fenwick Ditch, making my daily trips to and from the mainland more difficult. If the Ditch freezes fully over this winter, I shall walk as the water from island to mainland and back again. Mother would shackle me if she caught me. But wouldn’t it be fine to do such a thing!
Crossed the Ditch this afternoon to pick up supplies in Bayville and see to Grandmother. On my way to her cottage, I passed some men who were drinking in the street. One chased after me. I ran from him, my skirts hiked up. He didn’t stand a chance of catching me. Even in my skirts and cloak I run faster than most boys. I thought first of running to Uncle Edward, but made Grandmother’s in less time.
Didn’t dare tell Grandmother what had happened. The man who had chased me came puffing past her window several minutes later, shouting drunkenly. He seemed already to have forgotten me. I asked if Grandmother knew the cause of the man’s midday revelries.
Grandmother said three Negroes were hanged earlier today in the jail yard. At one o’clock. Just an hour before I passed. (p. 16-17)
Monday, January 7, 1861
Clear. Wind S.E. Moderate
I wish I could speak with someone at school about all the matters troubling me. William is no longer a student. Both he and Daniel work now. But even if William came to school, lately, as I question slavery more and more, William gets thorny with me and I with him.
I wish I could with Reenie, but I can’t. Reenie’s father sides with the secessionists. Her family has no love for Abraham Lincoln.
Today I began my third year as pupil teacher, assisting Mr. Warner. Mr. Warner says I should continue my studies at the University next year. He says I would make a very good teacher.
I haven’t mentioned Mr. Warner’s idea to Father or Mother. I’d very much like to learn more about history and teaching, but I have no wish to leave Fenwick Island.
After school, I took care of Grandmother’s chores. She has begun making a list for me each day and the lists get longer and longer with every visit. It’s confounding. She generally can’t abide having me in the same room. I’m a big and muscled girl, not at all the dainty lady she’d wished for in a granddaughter.
I finally broke free of Grandmother and visited Uncle Edward but I had only a few minutes before heading back to the Light. We discussed Mr. Darwin’s book and I showed Uncle the Fifteen Decisive Battles from Mr. Warner.
I felt I must talk with Uncle Edward and give voice to the trouble in my heart.
Uncle called for Daisy to look after things and took me aside. Last year, Daisy was Reenie O’Connell’s house slave. Uncle Edward bought her from the O’Connells, then freed her. Daisy stayed on to work for Uncle Edward. She could go as a free woman wherever she pleased, but she pleased to stay at Uncle Edward’s store, sleeping downstairs in a room she fixed herself.
Uncle Edward frowned under his smart mustaches. “What is it, Wickie?”
“South Carolina leaving the Union,” I told him. “I’m frightened.”
Uncle Edward’s eyes showed understanding.
“I’m a little frightened, too, Amelia.”
He stretched his good hand over the top of mine. His withered hand hung at his side. (p. 22-23)
Thursday, January 17, 1861
Cloudy. Wind N.W. Moderate.
Visited Uncle Edward after school. There was an earthquake in South Carolina! The quake sent people running into the streets. They thought their houses were falling down.
Uncle Edward said their houses were falling down, from a different kind of earthquake altogether. “For pity’s sake, the very house of America is falling down because of their actions.”
Mr. O’Connell was in Uncle Edward’s store, testing the weight of hoes, close enough to hear Uncle Edward’s words. Mr. O’Connell still treats Daisy like a slave. She works in back when Reenie’s father comes in. After hearing us speak out against South Carolina, Mr. O’Connell pitched the hoe he’d been favoring back against the wall. He left without buying a thing. (p. 28)
Thursday, March 7, 1861
Cloudy. Wind N.E. Fresh
Now we can say President Lincoln, for his presidency is official as of Monday last. I wish him good luck.
Our new President says the Union is not broken. He says this issue is a matter of law, and he shall see to it that the law is faithfully followed.
Mother despises President Lincoln. Father and I sat with her this afternoon as she prepared dinner. I read her articles from the paper that promise our President will not interfere with the practice of slaveholding in the Southern states, nor obstruct the return of fugitive slaves. But she would not listen.
“He will have the entire country overrun with colored,” she said. “You just wait. How can anyone trust a man so ugly?”
Father turned red. “Damn you, woman. You judge everything by appearance!”
My cheeks burned.
Father’s fury mounted. “If the Negro seems stupid it is because he has not been given the opportunity to learn. The fact that so many Negroes can read and write and handle themselves in this world is a testament to how great they might be.”
“Do not speak this rubbish to me,” Mother screamed.
I stood between them. Helpless. (p. 47-48)
Near the end of the book, in the entry marked Thursday, December 12, 1861, Amelia’s father John tells her that he spoke with his brother Edward, Amelia’s uncle (who also doesn’t believe in slavery) earlier that day: “He said I have been selfish. He is right. I am sorry, Wickie. The papers. You should know. The papers I gave your mother. They are divorce papers.” (p. 143)
Anyway, this is a really great book, and I give it five stars. I also highly recommend it to those who have a love for history and fictional diaries, too. 😊