Thanks to Maddie for the help making this project, although this is only Callie's side. Oscar's Journal is here: https://www.storyjumper.com/book/index/29077996/Oscar-s-Journel
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It has been 9 years since me and my brother started working. Oscar in the coal mines, and me in the textile mills making cotton. Today we turn 14, because we are twins, but there is no celebration. We get up, just like every morning, and go to work.
As I entered the mill today, I said “Hello” to some of my “friends” as you might call them, but it’s not a normal friendship. We only see each other at the textile mill, so it’s not like we can “get together” as the rich “friends” do. Some of my co workers, as young as 5 years-old, are there early, already getting a start on their day by stocking up on supplies, hoping that they won’t need to move from their station, but that is never possible. As the time passed, we eventually sat down at our stations and began working, starting another 20-hour day at the mill. Although most mills have their workers work only about 12-14 hours, out specific mill has harsh hours, making us work for about 83% of the day. I wish there was a different world we could have lived in. I wish someone could help us escape! Somebody help!
September 16th, 1774- Mine and Oscar's Birthday!
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As I woke up today, I wished I had been able to go to school all day everyday instead of working here in the textile mill. The only reason I know how to read and write is because I go to night school. I am a very good student, and a fast learner, however the work doesn’t pay off if I’m not able to sleep, which is mostly the case. I get up, go to work, then go to school. There is almost no time to sleep after night school because I just have to go to work again. I’ve tried to teach my brother proper grammar and mathematics, but he’s not the best learner, although I’ve seen him writing in his journal a lot lately. Maybe we’ll be able to share our stories some day! Ha. That’s a funny statement. More like an hopeful one. But not regular hope, false hope, because we will never be able to go anywhere, do anything, because our mother is sick. She can’t work, and my father is never home. Always working. I wish we could be like the rich families. Never having to go to the fifthly, tiring, dangerous place we call our job. Some of them might hate school, skipping out on it to do other activities, but me and my brother would do anything to be able to learn properly. I wish someone could help us achieve this goal, but it’s just not the right time.
October 21, 1774
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Thanks to Maddie for the help making this project, although this is only Callie's side. Oscar's Journal is here: https://www.storyjumper.com/book/index/29077996/Oscar-s-Journel
Created & published on StoryJumper™ ©2025 StoryJumper, Inc.
All rights reserved. Sources: storyjumper.com/attribution
Preview audio:
storyj.mp/adpzgjvh7p7c
It has been 9 years since me and my brother started working. Oscar in the coal mines, and me in the textile mills making cotton. Today we turn 14, because we are twins, but there is no celebration. We get up, just like every morning, and go to work.
As I entered the mill today, I said “Hello” to some of my “friends” as you might call them, but it’s not a normal friendship. We only see each other at the textile mill, so it’s not like we can “get together” as the rich “friends” do. Some of my co workers, as young as 5 years-old, are there early, already getting a start on their day by stocking up on supplies, hoping that they won’t need to move from their station, but that is never possible. As the time passed, we eventually sat down at our stations and began working, starting another 20-hour day at the mill. Although most mills have their workers work only about 12-14 hours, out specific mill has harsh hours, making us work for about 83% of the day. I wish there was a different world we could have lived in. I wish someone could help us escape! Somebody help!
September 16th, 1774- Mine and Oscar's Birthday!
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As I woke up today, I wished I had been able to go to school all day everyday instead of working here in the textile mill. The only reason I know how to read and write is because I go to night school. I am a very good student, and a fast learner, however the work doesn’t pay off if I’m not able to sleep, which is mostly the case. I get up, go to work, then go to school. There is almost no time to sleep after night school because I just have to go to work again. I’ve tried to teach my brother proper grammar and mathematics, but he’s not the best learner, although I’ve seen him writing in his journal a lot lately. Maybe we’ll be able to share our stories some day! Ha. That’s a funny statement. More like an hopeful one. But not regular hope, false hope, because we will never be able to go anywhere, do anything, because our mother is sick. She can’t work, and my father is never home. Always working. I wish we could be like the rich families. Never having to go to the fifthly, tiring, dangerous place we call our job. Some of them might hate school, skipping out on it to do other activities, but me and my brother would do anything to be able to learn properly. I wish someone could help us achieve this goal, but it’s just not the right time.
October 21, 1774
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