Pa says it’s time to move on so we are going to go out west, in a wagon train, all the way to California pa says. He says a long time ago before I was born and he was a mere boy, gold was found at Columbia, and he says we just may go there, not for gold, but to start our new life.
I think he is sad when he sees all of this, and remembers ma, he does not like to talk about ma, she died when I was born, and I am eight now, but it still makes pa sad. I get sad too, because I never got to have a ma.
I wonder sometimes if Pa will find a wife in Columbia so I can have a ma. Everyone is always telling pa how much I need a ma, a growing boy needs a ma they say. I think pa and I do just fine, but sometimes I know that having a ma would be nice. A family can use a woman’s hands.
Well pa says it’s time to load up the wagon, so I better go, but I will write more in this journal pa says I should record my journey west.