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Letter To The Factory Journal Entry

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March, 1829, Three Years Later Dearest Journal, I’m walking now. At five in the morning with rain pouring down, I’m walking to the factory. My boots not only gush into the trash, but slosh in the mud the rain creates. I’m hugging this journal close. I’ve been thinking of the new railroad recently. Sure, it’s still a work in progress, but I’m wondering...could it help me escape? I’m so tired of this place. Currently, I’m surviving on five hours of sleep and no breakfast. Dinner was a smaller can of tasteless Oatcake last night. Life is terrible, but slightly exciting.
There’s a possibility I might be seeing Jacob again today. I’ve spoken to him almost everyday since we met. His father is encouraging him to check out what he will soon inherit. …show more content…

I don’t think this birthday can get any better. JACOB ASKED ME TO MARRY HIM! I know, it’s almost unbelievable, but it happened. He asked me in the factory during my “break” with fancier food. By fancier, I mean some vegetables and meat. I couldn’t believe it, I still can’t! I’m on my way to Jacob’s house, excuse me, mansion. I seriously can’t wait! All the delicious foods, beautiful clothing, spacious rooms and property...I’m drooling thinking about it all. I’ll be able to bathe and sleep in soft, comfortable beds too! Besides my excitement, I am also scared. The environment is getting worse with the factories’ productions. Water is very dirty and more people are getting sick with Cholera. Wild animals are starting to die off without fresh, pure water. Cholera is killing many. It’s been discovered that the living conditions and dusty food of the factory workers are some of the cause of Cholera. Our city’s health is low, threatening the businesses of those bloody bastard factory owners. I shouldn’t say that, my husband is going to be a factory owner. Soon I will too. My family will be safe. With Jacob’s wealth, I’ll be able to help support them. Maybe even Lizzy won’t have to work. She can go to school...I

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