In Another Day Blog Challenge {Day #1}

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I decided to join in the fun with In Another Day blog challenge

hosted by my sweet blogging friends, Raquel & Mary. 
For more details click here.

So, for the rest of this week, I am no longer Crista Moriah, but...

well, keep reading and you'll find out!  *winks* 

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Hello there!  My name is Roselyn. 

And as I sit here in the warm sunshine of early spring, in this dainty flower garden while sipping tea, I am reflecting over the events of my life and how I came to be where I am now.  I would like to share my story with you.    Thoughts of my past are continuously churning in my mind.  I don't know exactly where to begin...

I'll start by reading to you the very first entry in my beloved diary.

My Dearest Diary,


What a lovely new friend you are!  One whom I can share all of my hopes, dreams, joys, and sorrows.  I shall begin our friendship by sharing my happiest memory, the day in which I turned sixteen. 

On that splendid morning, I rose from my bedchamber, with the hope of a perfect day!  I was considered a young lady now, as is the custom in England.  I wandered to my bedroom window, drew back the lacy curtains I am so fond of, and let the glorious morning light warm me and fill the room with light.  I closed my eyes, drinking in the beauty of the moment. 


Within a few moments, our maid, Nancy, rapped on my door and presented me with a prettily wrapped package entitled, "To My Dear Cousin Rosalyn: From Jane."   When opened, I found a dainty lavender dress!  How delighted I was to finger the luscious folds.  As Nancy helped me dress, I pondered about the trip I was to go on with my Mama and Papa.  I was to meet my cousin Jane for the very first time!  What a beautiful gift she had given me even though we only knew each other through our letters.  I descended the staircase with a light heart to break my fast, eagerly awaiting the start of my special day.  Cook had made my favorite dish...crumpets with fresh blackberry jam!  Mama and Papa each greeted me with a warm embrace.  They both held gifts for me in their hands.  I opened them with fingers that trembled with anticipation.  The first present was from Mama.  What a wonderful surprise!  I had always wanted one of my very own, and then there you were, dear diary.   A smaller package, wrapped in neat brown paper, was fastened with a string on your cover.  I pulled the string, and suddenly I saw the reflection of my face in a golden heart shaped locket.  It was Mama's heirloom, that had been passed down from mother to oldest daughter for generations in our family.  I threw my arms around her neck and planted a kiss on her cheek.
Then, I picked you up for the first time, and fingered your crisp, new pages with a smile on my lips, and a sparkle in my eyes.   

 It was Papa's turn to place a gift in my hands. I squealed in delight, even though it was not considered 'fashionable' for a lady such as myself to do so, as the book entitled 'First Impressions" peeped out at me through its half  removed packaging.  This treasure was the talk of town and just off the press too!  Papa was able to fetch it for an excellent price. After all, he did own the largest printing press in our area.  One thing you must know about me, dearest diary, is that I am a great lover of literature, and usually you will find my head behind an open book! So imagine what a joy it was to receive this precious gift!



Never had such wondrous gifts been bestowed upon me until that day.  My heart was filled with such joy and happiness that bubbled up inside me, like the splashing fountain that is located within our estate's grounds.  The remainder of my first day of being sixteen was very delightful, to say the least. 


However, I shall retire now, for I am weary after recording this day's account.

I have painted a beautiful picture of my life for you so far. 
And that it was, until tragedy destroyed our household and family one horrible day.  This was only one piece to the puzzle which now, I can see fits together perfectly, even when I could not understand it at the time.  But, I shall wait until another time to tell you the rest of my story, for it has grown late... 


In the mean time, will you be my guest over the next few days?


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