Status Updates From Kilvert's Diary: 1870-1879:...

“Katie and the Monk [Kilvert’s young niece and nephew] were in the habit of calling over the balusters ‘Bigglesy-buggles’ to everyone who came up. They were told not to do it as it was not a nice word for them to use” (259).

😂😂

All these words for boats! “The Mersey was gay and crowded with vessels of all sorts moving up and down the river, ships, barques, brigs, brigantines, schooners, cutters, colliers, tugs, steamboats, lighters, ‘flats’, everything from the huge emigrant liner steamship with four masts to the tiny sailing and rowing boat” (244).

“There came into my mind…the old story of the clergyman waiting for the hymn before the sermon to be finished…and looking through the church window…seeing an old woman pulling up a stubborn carrot. At last up came the carrot all at once, over went the old woman on her back head over heels. ‘I thought so!’ Exclaimed the delighted clergyman aloud to the astonishment of the expectant congregation” (230).

“I went to Bettws in light rain and preached extempore on the Good Samaritan from the Gospel for the day. A red cow with a foolish white face came up to the window by the desk and stared in while I was preaching” (187).

Such a funny story about a woman who was part woman and part frog. These rural superstitions. 😂

Loved reading about his trip to Wales!

I love the plant names from 163-164. Mouse ear and marsh buttercup and yellow pimpernel and so many more!

I love the details about the ice skating post Christmas! They're dance-skating a quadrille on the ice! The bathtub full of ice water, though... I like my hot shower!

Gorgeous and elaborate Harvest Festival decorations in the church. Wish I could see it!

“I actually ate and liked a slice of melon and like Oliver Twist asked for ‘more’. Memorable day. How do all the ghosts of those rejected melons now rise up and accuse me” (80).