Dear Kathryn

 Is A story. It’s The diary of  Nine year old, Annette Bakerman.Annette’s story takes place in the late 1800′s.

This is a fictional story written in diary form.Annette is not a real person, nor are any of the individuals mentioned in  her diary entries,But they are meant to SEEM real even though they aren’t.

Check back for more entries. And Enjoy the story.

Ps.
You may address me as Kate if you wish to leave a comment here.

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Today was a nice day. my family went to visit Great Grandma Weaver. what a Dear soul she is,For she presented me with this little book. she called it a "Diary" Or journal. "Pencil Down your thoughts, dearie." she told me. "Keeping a diary is a very fulfilling project." She said that she had a journal when she was a girl,and she said it became a good friend. ‘Why I even gave it a name!" She had smiled at me. "Lydia."
I’m not very good at expressing myself, (Yes, not even on paper.) And I’m even worse at writing, but for dear granny I’m going to give it a try. actually, to me, it really sounds quite interesting. but I fear I’ll end up writing something, then looking at it later on. Why It’ll look so silly,that I’ll Wrip it right out of the book! Well I’m determained  I won’t do that. better yet, I’ll make it a promise.

So, dear Kathryn, I’ll close just now. But I will see you again tomorrow, and tell you about myself.
until then, I remain your’s respectfully,
  
 Annette

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Dear Kathryn,

Well today I start fresh. I’m not real sure where to start, so I guess I’ll start at the beginning. My parents are Jonathan And Margaret Bakerman. Here I Will paste a photograph of them:

 Two years after Mama and Daddy were Married, I joined them. They named Me Annette Louise, after Great Grandma weaver.
I’m a pretty spunky girl, At least that’s what Daddy always says.And I have a head full of Pure black curls.
"The picture of her Mother" Grandma (Mama’s mother) says.Mama Gave me a photograph to paste inside of here, So I may as well. So there I Am, Curls and all. (I’ve pasted it at the bottom of this page.) Sadly I don’t have a single brother, nor sister.It gets quite lonesome at home sometimes.Perhaps you’ll be a good friend, Kathryn. I’m already feeling quite attatched to you.Are you the same? Why of course not! you’re only a book of paper pages, and have no feelings at all. But it almost seems that You care about me,for you’ll always be around when I want you,And I can tell you anything I want. Even Horrid things about YOU and you won’t mind a bit. Kathryn, I believe dear Granny was right, It’s only been a day, and already I like you. But I don’t quite adore you yet. At least, not like I adore Daddy, or Grandpa. Maybe someday, but not now.
 Daddy is taking Mother and I down for a row in the boat on our pond, So I’ll close just now. Perhaps I’ll tell you a little more tomorrow.
Until then, I remain,Your friend,  

Annette

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Today was deliciously warm. Just right for being outside. And since I rarely have anything to keep me from doing what I like, I was out-of-doors all day long. I rode my bike down the street,and was having Quite a jolly time,Sally,My Yorkshire pup, trailed along after me up and down the streets. (I think she was enjoying the day too.) I was just going up the street again, when a small lad called over to me. When I looked over I saw he was not much older than ten,and he was standing on the street corner.He looked rather timid. When I asked what he wanted politely, he answered: "I’m awful bored." well, he certainly looked as if he were bored.
"May I play with you?" he asked. "If you like, you may. " I answered him. And he did just that. I kept on riding my bike with Sally trailing behind,And Allan, (Whom he later on introduced himself as.) Did a mighty fine job of keeping up with us, and I told him so myself. After awhile we got tired, so I brought him over to my house.We sat down in the shade of my favorite elm tree out back and talked for awhile. Allen told me he hadn’t any father or mother,I suppose that makes him an orphan,poor fellow. And he said that there’s no one to play with or talk to over at the orphanage he stays in. I really pitied him. After he explained his sorrowful tale,I decided right then and there that I’d be Allan’s friend. I’ll play with him and talk to him,for I know he needs a LEAST someone! Don’t you think, Kathryn? Of course he does! I Took a photograph of Him today with the Fancy Camera Daddy gave me for my birthday. So, Mama gave me some more paste so I could add it inside as well. Here he is:

Annette

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Dear Kathryn,

Your Friend,

Annette

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