On the 19th of 11th mo. 1831 - 30 years of my life had passed away & gone. This is far more than half of the lifetime of many people and certain it is that if I should live 30 years more it would pass soon away.

The day I was 30 years I made with the help of Wm. Tibbits 9 knot malls and put them in the crib and did some work in the garden.

4th. mo., 19th, 1832

Another year has gone which was my 31st. On that Birthday I ploughed in the place where I set my orchard a few days after. I ploughed with one yoke of oxen.

On the 19th of 4th mo., 1833

I stuck up beams in the mill yard with Thaddeus Martin 6th day of the week. This day I am 32 years old. Another year forever gone.

Proclaims the end of time. And has gone with it a beloved Wife and only Daughter and my little son George who was the last gift of his Mother so that they with Lorenzo make just half of my family that I have this year followed to the silent grave.

This is a year long to be remembered by me; a year never to be forgotten while in mutability it has been a dispensation of Deep trial that none knows save those that are called to pass through. A path exempt from trial is what I have no right to expect and what I hope I am learning not to desire. A patient submition to every divine dispensation is what I wish for an increase of so that the mingled cup of life may prove a profitable draught and impress me.