1739 December 26 (Wednesday). It has been a very open, warm Season for Some Time, Insomuch that within these few Dayes Some People have plough’d and Sow’d. But this Morning was Snowy — a Snowy Day. I improv’d Ebenezer Maynard to Digg a Grave for the Stillborn, little Babe and Brother Hicks made a Coffin, but did not Colour it. Mrs. Forbush tarried with us. Neighbor John Rogers kill’d a Shoat for me. Weigh’d 47 pounds. I Sent over to Mrs. Rice[1] (widow) to come and Nurse my Wife, but she sent back word that she could not come. Granny Forbush therefore tarrys. The Deacon came in the Evening, and we improv’d him to bury the Infant.
[1]Mrs. Edmund Rice of Westborough.