In It Together

 

2024-07-07 “In It Together” by Emma

I’m writing this for the iPhone again. I guess some folk are interested in what’s happening to me, and Merritt says it’s okay to keep them informed.

I’m counting on Merritt and Jenn a lot to tell me what to do, accounting for me being from 1880 and they being from only thirty or forty years ago. 

Well, I have another fancy dressing gown on. Jenn says it's nice and simple, but it feels so soft, I don’t know how it could be simple. I’m kneeling up in the middle of the bed in what Merritt’s moma calls the guest room. 

Merrit, Jenn, an’ me… Us three went to a baseball game today. I’d knowed about baseball a little. Down at the general store at the crossroads, they had a radio and now and then, I’d be there when the Saint Louis Browns were playing. The men’d be all gathered ‘round listening to the radio man say what was happening.

Naturally, it’s different now. The stadium where Merritt’s team played was bigger ‘an anything I’ve seen yet. Not as tall, but all around in size. 

Jenn and me got matching shirts what that looked like the team’s uniforms. We went in a toilet room and put e’m on and wore matching. Merritt just got a t-shirt and I thought he looked real smart wearing it.

And seems somebody up in Chicago, back during the years I skipped over, made hotdogs. Or made ‘em popular, I guess. Jenn says hotdogs and peanuts are just part watching a baseball game.

It’s all so new. It’s all so much.

I know I look a little teary in this picture. Jenn said go ‘head and show it. I’m trying not to cry, and I ain’t sad. It’s just so much to get through.

Merritt says he feels it, too. Different things, though. He don’t cry, though. I think he just thinks it all out.

I’m gonna try an’ do that now. I just know that the best part of this whole changing times is that I got Jenn and Merritt to go through it with me.

I’ll stop telling my story for now, but after I think on things some more, I might say something else.

Thanks for reading my words.