Knapp Family Journal 1916-1924

The following is a transcript of the “Journal of Emma Beatrice Primley Knapp from 1918-1924”, which we call the “Knapp Family Journal 1916-1924”.

Emma Beatrice (Primley) Knapp was wife of James Knapp Jr., and daughter of Robert and Kathryn Primley. She was also the mother of Allen, Nora Mae, Loyd, Wayne, Melvin, Robert, Clayton, and Maurice Glen.

Table of Contents

Myrtle Primley gave this journal to her “crippled sister” while the Knapp family was living in Taylor Rapids, Wisconsin, a tiny village surrounded by logging camps in Northern Wisconsin, north of Athestane and south of Goodman. Today, the area has reverted to wild forest land owned by Marinette County. It remains alive through the writings of sons, Wayne Knapp and Robert Knapp, who wrote many tales and books of their memories of growing up in Northern Wisconsin.

Knapp Family Journal cover of bookThe following contains recipes, quotes, and the personal stories, notes, and writings by Emma and her children, along with a few friends and relatives. The title of the journal states it covers from 1918 to 1924 but there are date references to much earlier. Whether these are references to dates or the actual time of the writing are sometimes unclear.

The book is an old, thin ledger book which consists of the first few pages being an explanation of “Parcel Post or Fourth Class Mail” regulations and laws as set by the US Postal Service, and other business laws and guides which I’ve not transcribed.

Much of the writing is done in pencil, which has been rubbed or thinned over the years in places. The journal was “much loved” by the entire family and neighbors, with children of all ages reading, writing, and drawing in it. There are notes all over the pages, written over the top of other writing, in the margins, along page edges, upside down, and in between many drawings of the hands of children. Poems, songs, and diary notes fill every page.

Some pages have been torn out. We don’t know what was on them and can make many assumptions, but for now, they are lost to time.

When it has been possible to identify the handwriting and drawings of family, neighbors, visitors, and friends, we’ve done so. The following names are found within the journal:

Emma Knapp, Myrtle Primley, James Knapp, Nora Mae Knapp, Loyd Knapp, Melvin Knapp, Wayne Knapp, Robert Knapp, Allen Knapp, Ruth Primley, Nora (Cunningham) Merrifield, Naomi Wilson, Leta Wilson, Lola Charles, Gilbert Charles, Seeley (Seals/Sealey) Primley, Dora (Stibbe) Primley, John Gritzon, Mrs. Bullion, and Elizabeth Brandt/Brantt/Brau Knapp (mother-in-law of Emma).

Notes to the Transcription

Part of the challenge of transcribing and publishing this journal is to distinguish between who wrote what, and who is the author of original or copied content. When possible, I’ve identified the original author as the Credit. Attempts have been made to cite each original source and author when possible. To help identify the handwriting, if known, I’ve noted that as Handwriting by.

I’ve also digitally enhanced the drawings to increase contrast and visibility as the pencil sketches have worn down and are very light.

Since there is little order to how this journal was written, I’ve changed the order in this transcription to be more readable. When possible, a chronological order has been maintained. When not possible, like items have been grouped together. Spelling has been left intact, corrected only where it helps the reader understand the context.

Family Record and Other Dates of Importance

One of the most fascinating parts of the journal is the page in the back of the journal with the facts of the family. Handwritten by Nora Knapp]

Dated this twenty-seventh day of Mark 1917

Emma Beatrice Primley was married to James A. Knapp at Crivitz, Wisconsin, September the eleventh, nineteen hundred and one. To them were born the children whose names and date of birth are as follows:

Allen James Knapp, 12 of Sept. 1902, Loomis
Nora May Knapp, 28 of Aug. 1904, Faunus
Melvin Edward, 28 of July 1906, Wausaukee
Loyd Darrel, 30 of April 1908, Cedarville
Clayton Leroy Knapp, 29 of Sept. 1910, Wausaukee
Robert Francis Knapp, 20 of Jan. 1913, Wausaukee
Wayne Primley Knapp, 31 of Dec. 1914, Wausaukee
Maurice Glenn Knapp, 4 of Aug. 1923, Green Bay

Clayton Leroy Knapp
Age 7 mos, 22 days, Died May 20, 1911

Mrs. Emma B. Knapp, born at Morgan, Wis., March 19, 1886
James A. Knapp, born at Denver, Colorado, Jan. 2, 1868

Allen Knapp operated on for appendicitis Feb. 7, 1912 became paralyzed in right limb Sept. 1915.


Presented to my crippled Sister this ninth day of March one thousand and nine hundred and sixteen. For her special benefit.

Witness my signature
With best wishes
Miss Myrtle Kathryn Primley

Let not your heart be troubled for in my Father’s house there are many mansions.
[Handwritten by Emma Knapp. Bible: John 13:31-38 and 14:17.]

A.S.S.C. B.D. Hatton, Vancouver, Wash.

Barking Dogs Never Lie.

Hand Tracings Part I

April 1, 1916
Hand of Robert F. Knapp, age 3 years, 2 mos, 11 days

March 26, 1917
Hand of Wayne P. Knapp, age 2 years, 3 mos
Taylor Rapids

Knapp Family Journal hand tracings of Robert and Wayne Knapp 1916 and 1917

Hand tracings of Robert Knapp and Wayne Knapp, June 10, 1917, Sunday
And Darwin Wilson, a little mason, age 1 yr. 1 mo. 21 days
Dec. 8 1917 Taylor Rapids

Knapp Family Journal hand tracings of Robert and Wayne Knapp and Darwin Wilson, June 10, 1917

Naomi Wilson and Miss Leta Wilson’s hand tracings

Knapp Family Journal hand tracings of Naomi Wilson and Leta Wilson

The Children

June 20, 1916

I. When the lessons and tasks are all endid.
And the school for the day is dismissed.
And the little ones gather around me
I bid me good night and be kissed.
Oh, the little white arms that encircle
My neck in a tender embrace
Oh the smiles that are haloes of heaven
Shedding sun-shine of joy on my face.

II. And when they are gone I sit dreaming,
Of my child-hood to lovely to last;
And the fountain of feeling will flow.
Of the love that my heart well remembers
When it wakes to the nulty of the past.
Hear the world and its wickidness
Made me a portion of sorry and sin
When the glory of god was about me
And the glory of gladness within.

III. Oh, my heart grows so weak as a woman’s
And the fountain of sorrow will flow.
When I think of path steep and strong
Where the feet of the dear ones must go.
Of the mountain of sin hanging o’er them
Of the tempest of fate blowing wild.
Oh, there’s nothing on earth half as holy
As the Innocent heart of a child.

IV. There are Idalos of heart and house-holds.
They are angles of god in disguise.
His sun-light still tresses.
His glory still gleams
In their eyes.

Oh, those turante from home and from heaven,
They make me more manly and mild
And i know how Jesus can liken the kingdom of God to a child.

V. I ask not a life for the dear ones
All radiant as others have done
But that life may have just enough shadow
To temper the glare of the sun
I would pray god to guide them from evil
But my prayer will come back to one.

Ah! A sinner can pray for a seraph
But a sinner must pray for him self.

VI. The twig is so easily bended
I have banished the rules and the rod.
I have taught them the goodness of knowledge
My heart is a dongeon of darkness
When I shut them from breaking a rule
My frown is soficient correction.
[Handwritten by Nora Knapp. Credit: Original copy The Children By Charles Monroe Dickinson, reprinted on Bartleby.]

Mar. 31, 1916
Mert made beautiful ??? for mother.

Taylor Rapids, Wis.
July 30, 1916

[Grocery List]
oat meal
B. pwd

Don’t be so foolish! Ha Ha some day you will know

Jim began work at Bird Center Jan. 15, 1917

March 27, 1917
Mert is trying to use some big words. No matter how you try. O mush!

“He that reapth recurrent wages,
And gather the fruits
Go ye also unto the vineyard
Unto him be glory in the Church by
Christ Jesus through out all ages
We trust in the living God who is the savior of all men
Especially of those that believe.”
[Biblical Quotes from Matthew 20:4 and I Timothy 4:10, handwritten by Emma Knapp]

When the harvest moon is shining.

Love not sleep, least thou come to poverty.
[Bible Proverbs, handwritten by Emma Knapp.]

A hubby at home is worth two that roam.

May your virtues ever shine,
Like blossoms on a pumpkin vine.
[Handwritten by Emma Knapp. Credit: Howe Autograph Book by “Lizzie”, October 12, 1891.]

January 15, 1917
Any fool can please a woman, but it takes a wise man to keep her pleased. – Whell now [illegible]
[Handwritten by Emma Knapp.]

“Do all the good you can
By all the means you can
In all the ways you can
At all the times you can
To all the people you can
As long as ever you can!!
[Handwritten by Nora Knapp. Credit: Original or unknown.]

A Christmas Quary

That I am to speak Christmas. Nora.

Oh, the merriest time of all the year.
Say all little girls and boys
Is when the dear Christmas tide draws near with all of its jingles and joys,
And when the school lets out for a week or two
So the children may snow-ball and skate,
And start snow soldiers in battle review.
Awaiting their awful fate.

They coast down the hill on their sleds so gay
Build snow men of wondores size.
While where the snow drifts the deepest lay
Tall ramparts now suddenly arise.

And the children storm them in battle array
Till their charge is turned into a rout
And the brave deffendors who held them at bay
Their victory proclaim with a shout
And when at knight the wind flowing cold
Piled the snow drifts higher and higher
Quaint stories by old folks and children are told
As they gather within round the fire.
Cracking nuts, popping corn, singing songs so gay
As they watched the flames roll up the flew
As if they were having a romp and a play.
Ah, this is a fairy land through.

But what is the use of my trying to tell all the things that he girls and boys do
On this beautiful yuletide we all love so well for you were children once too.
But the jolliest of all of these joys
Is when in my stocking I see
All the beautiful presents, the books and the toys that Santa has left their for me.
[Handwritten by Nora Knapp. Credit: Original or unknown.]

Life’s Joy

God gives us joy that we may give
He gives us love that we can share
Sometimes he gives us loads to lift
That we may learn to bear.
For life is gladder when we give
And love is sweeter when we share
And heavy loads rest lightly, too
When we have learned to share
[Handwritten by Nora Knapp. Credit: Anonymous.]

No light do we need to guide us
Save that of friendship dear
Trough trouble and core betide us
We all welcome it with cheer

While hope and the smile of comrades
Turn night into joyous day –
in the morning’ flowing sunshine
Let us linger while we may

Here’s to the man whose vision
Is clear enough to see
And who says: What is wrong for the rest of the throng
Is certainly wrong for me.

Here’s to our boyhood chum you recall
The sincerest friendship of your youth.
Here’s to the sweetest sweet heart of them all
You’ll all say I’m telling the truth.

Here boys is one to our mother
Jan. 15, 1917
[Handwritten by Emma Knapp. Credit: Unknown.]

Life is but a working day
Where tasks are set aright
A time to work, a time to pray
And then please God a quiet night.
[Handwritten and credited to Nora Knapp.]

March 26, 1917

Keep your face always toward the sunshine and the Shadows will fall behind you.
[Credit: Walt Whitman.]

Hew to the line!
Let the Chips fall where they will.
[Credit: Bible, Joshua, old exhortation.]

Don’t look for flaws as you go through life
And even tho you find them
Be wise and kind and somewhat blind
And look for virtues behind them = March 26, 1917

Weary of living, so weary
Long to lie down and die.
[Handwritten by Emma Knapp. Credit: Unknown.]

March 26, 1917, Monday eve.

“Truth is stranger than fiction.”
[Credit: Mark Twain.]

Trifles make perfection and perfection is no trifle.
[Credit: Michelangelo.]

Jim came home and began cutting kiln wood March 27, 1917
The snow is most gone. It is storming today.
[Handwritten by Emma Knapp]

Whoever you are be noble,
Whatever you do, do it well
When ever you speak, speak kindly
Give joy where ever you dwell
March 27, 1917, Tues.
[Handwritten and signed by Nora Knapp. Credit: Original or unknown.]

Mother’s Day
May 11, 1917

“Be ye kind one to another.”
[Credit: Bible Colossians 3:13.]

Beautiful hands are those that do
Deeds that are noble, kind and true.
Busy for them the long day through.
[Credit: McGuffy’s Second Reader.]

Beautiful faces are those
That wear the light
Of a pleasing spirit there
It matters little if dark or fair.

And truly beautiful in God’s sight
Are the precious souls who love the right.
[Credit: Bible Ezekiel Chapter 21.]

Flag Day 1917

What do we plant when we plant the tree
We plant the ship that will cross the sea
We plant the mast to carry the sales
We plant the plant to wist and the gales.

Flag Day, June 14, 1917, Thursday
[Handwritten by Emma Knapp.]

Glyem Spurr Train Derailment

Friday P.M. July 20, 1917
The four spot was derailed at Glyem Spurr. Caused by some person opening the switch halfway. No one was hurt. A week afterwards they pulled it out of the mud and began fixing it up. About 2 months later it was at work again “Better in health than ever.”

“When the War Will End”

October 29, 1917, Monday

Absolute knowledge have I none
But my aunts, washer woman’s son
Heard a policeman on his beet
Say to a laborer on the street
That he had a letter just last week
Written in the finest Greek
From a Chinese collie in Timbuktu
Who said the blacks in Cuba knew
Of a colored man in a Texas town
Who got it straight from a circus clown
That a man in Klondike heard the news
From a gang of South American Jews
About someone in Borneo
Who heard of a man who claimed he knew
Of a swell society dame
Whose mother-in-law will undertake
To prose that her seventh husband’s sister
Has stated in a printed piece
That she has a son who has a friendship
Who knows when the war is going to end.
[Handwritten by Emma Knapp. Credit: Slightly different version of the poem “When the War Will End” by Reginald Arkell.]

When Their Ma Goes Away

Allen and Melvin and Nonie and Loyd
Are the very best children I know
They work from morning until night
Altho’ they’re very slow.
They do not quarrel, they do not fight
They do not run and play –
They always stick around
And work and work all day.
When their ma’s away, they do not play.

Their meals oh um’ They’re very fine.
They’re very find indeed –
They have trout for every meal
And never are in need.
Their uncle on Sunday knight stayed with them you see.
And started in the morning for camp at half past three
It’s cheerful smile and happiness all three.
The live-long day
When their ma’s away, they do not play.

From N. and L.
[Handwritten and credited to Nora or Loyd Knapp, brother and sister.]

When this cat’s way, these kittens won’t play –
A, M, L, N, R, W


By Nora Knapp

Now winter is gone
Spring has appeared.
The birds have come back,
The garden’s being cleared.

The flowers are in bud,
The birds are singing gay
And the frog
Sings a song.
[Handwritten and credited to Nora Knapp.]

April 23, 1916 Easter

(The Lord has risen indeed)
“He is the resurrection and the life.”

O Sore, the need that some must know
While journeying through this vale of woe
Dismayed, disheartened, gone astray,
Caught in the thickets by the way
Fro lack of just a little light
To guide their wondering steps aright.

It may be little we can do
To help another, it is true
But better is a little spark
Of kindness when the way is dark
Than one should walk in paths forbidden,
For lack of light we might have been given.
April 23, 1916
[Handwritten and signed by Emma Beatrice Knapp. Credit: Possibly credited to J. Thompson of England in a poem called “A Little Light”. Elsewhere it appears uncredited but published.]

“Be filled with the Spirit speaking to yourselves in psalms and hymns
And spiritual songs, singing and making melody in your heart to the lord.”

“Giving Thanks Always”


Death casts his shadows over all
He sits at every board.
He coveth the poor man’s nite
And every miser’s hoard.
Man meeteth death on every hand
And baffled cryeth he
“If this must be the end of all
Then where for life for me?”

For Answer look the lilies
Lately seared by winter’s cold.
For answer springs a new the grass
in every vale an wold.
For Answer hear the risen Christ
His Greatest Promise give
Who so believeth, though he die
Yet shall always live.

Though who didst rise on Easter morn
Triumphant o’er the tomb.
Grant us the strength to rise
Always, o’er doubt, despair and gloom.
And may we rise on that last day
Thy promise to partake
And stand all glorious with thee
When all the dead awake.
April 26, 1916
[Handwritten by Emma Beatrice (Primley) Knapp. Credit: Unknown, possibly original.]


Only a baby small
Drop from the skies
Only a laughing face
Two sunny eyes.

Only two cherry lips
One chubby nose
Only two little hands
Ten little toes.

[Handwritten by Nora Knapp. Credit: Unknown.]

Garden Waters

toys y’s
U.R. Toy y’s
U.B. I.C. U. R.
to y y’s
for me.
To XX U.R.
To XX U.B.
C.C.U.R to
XX for me.
XX for me.
[Handwritten possibly by Nora Knapp. Translation: Unknown.]

Souvenir of Frog Pond City

April 23, 1916
Souviner of Frog Pond City
Knapp Family Journal - drawing of pipe from Frog Pond City

Emma, Start Writing

March 10, 1916
I must begin to write something in this book or Merl will have a cat fit. She is getting ready for bed and so being invisible. I will try to scratch a few lines to please her.
[Handwritten by Emma Knapp.]

March 19, 1916, My birthday
Mother Flint came over and brought me a bottle of beer. Oh, um, it was good. Mother Flint was here to dinner. Merl washed her hair, preparing to go to Crivitz tomorrow.

Hand Tracing Part II

Hand tracing of Lola F. Charles
March 19, 1916
Age 5 yrs. 1 mos.
By Aunt Emma

Knapp Family Journal hand tracings of Lola Charles 1916

How much more useful and happy a life becomes when its days and weeks and years are bound together by a worthy purpose.

Forming a good character is better than reforming a bad one.

In Lilac Time

Just such a day as this perhaps
Of mist and driving rain
A hundred years ago they stood
By this old window pain.
Two covers leaning here to gaze
Together at the rain.

Perhaps it was the lilac storm
As now Look! Lo you see
The lilac branches toss and wane
Their plumes on every tree?
Whom are they beckoning to
Unseen by you and me.

I think the fire blazed on the hearth
As now right cheerily
Your portraits on the wall then fresh
Looked down benignantly
And then I think she raised her eyes
To his quite suddenly.

Two lovers leaning here to look
Out of the self-same pane
Down the broad old gravel walk
Splashed with drops of rain
That dripped from off the lilacs
Or dashed against the pane.

And when they dropped as suddenly
Upon the window pane
His heart began to beat so fast
He could not hear the rain
Or see the purple lilacs brush
Against the window pane.

There drops the curtain dear!
We have no right to look again
At those old lovers leaning there
Forgetful of the rain
Yet see two names and here’s a date
Scratched on the window pane.
[Credit: Unknown.]

Let us take care how we speak
To those who have fallen in Life’s Field.
Help them up not heap scorn upon them.
We did not see the conflict.
We do not know the scars.
[Credit: Unknown.]

A beautiful face is the gift of god but a fine character, good manners, poise, and self possession, a pleasant voice, and charming personality are things that may be acquired and when acquired, they are so valuable that mere beauty sinks into insignificance. It is an old saying and a true one that beauty is only skin deep, while goodness goes to the bone.
[Credit: Unknown.]

Two eyes are shining filled with pain.
Two hearts are pining all in vain.
Two lips are calling font good-byes.
Two tears are falling from two blue eyes.
[Handwritten by Myrtle Primley, circa 1916. Credit: Unknown, possibly original work by Myrtle Primley, sister of Emma (Primley) Knapp.]

Roses and Thorns

I plucked a rose by the wayside.
It was sweet and fragrant, too.
A lovely crimson beauty
All glistening o’er with dew.

How pleased I felt as I held it.
How perfect in every part.
Yet I paused and wondered softly
If it was perfect in its heart.

Then a feeling akin to sadness
Stole o’er me while standing there.
Who need I look till I found them.
Why spoil such beauty fair.

I knew that along with its beauty
There were thorns hidden there.
Why need I look for a blemish
It was sweet and wondrous fair.

I wondered again, yes, I wondered
As I held that rose in my hand.
If God made anything perfect
That lived or grew on the land.

I know when I look for beauty
I can find it on every side.
Again if I seek for perfection
I can look both far and wide.

So I’ll keep the rose that I gathered
Never think of the thorns again.
And I’ll never seek perfection
As I know I’ll seek in vain.

Myrtle Primley, April 9, 1916
[Handwritten by Myrtle Primley. Credit: Unknown, possibly original work by Myrtle Primley, sister of Emma (Primley) Knapp.]

Little Bits of Song

Sometimes the task is doubly hard
The day seems over long
Tis then I make myself forget
With little bits of song.
I sing of woodlands dark and cool
Of blue skies far above
Or maybe from my lips there come
Some little notes of love.

I have no voice for song they say
That matters not to me
When in my heart the music throbs
And words come merrily.
My songs are for myself alone
Of my own self apart.
If they bring cheer then atone
For what they lack of art.
[Handwritten by Myrtle Primley, circa 1916. Credit: Unable to find citation otherwise, so possibly original work by Myrtle Primley, sister of Emma (Primley) Knapp.]

August 4, 1916
In your chimney of affection
Please consider me a brick.
Grace Olson
[handwriting appears to be Nora Knapp or Emma Knapp. Credit: Either written by Grace Olson or credited to Grace Olson. Unclear from text.]

August 22, 1916
When will I see you again, Dear sister?
May you still improve in health, soul and body.
Nora Merrifield
[Handwritten by Nora (Cunningham) Merrifield, James Knapp Jr.’s half sister.]

Always leave the cellar where it belongs and never let yourself have an accident.

[Handwriting by “Bob”, unknown person and different from other writing styles. The signature “Bob” looks like more of someone writing a name and doodling than a signature of a person.]

One by one we miss the hand clasps.
That so warm a welcome gave.
One by one we miss the voices
In the silence of the grave.
No one hears the door that opens
When they pass beyond recall
Soft as loosened Rose leaves
One by one our loved loves fall.
Then cheer up dear heart nor murmur
But believe in God’s own Way.
There will be a glad reunion
Where all tears are wiped away.
Jan. 15, 1917
Frog Pond City
[Handwritten, signed, and possibly originally written by Emma Knapp.]

We often praise the evening clouds
And birds so gay and bold
But seldom think upon our God
Who tinged the clouds with gold.
[Handwritten possibly by Myrtle Primley. Credit: Sir Walter Scott.]

Meet Mother in the Sky

Apr. 19, 1917

In a lonely churchyard, many miles away,
Lies your dear old mother, ’neath the cold, cold clay;
Mem’ries oft returning of her tears and sighs,
If you love your mother, meet her in the skies.

= Chorus =

Listen to her pleading, “Wand’ring boy, come home,”
Lovingly, entreating, do not longer roam;
Let your manhood waken, heav’nward lift your eyes;
If you love your mother, meet her in the skies.

Now the old home, vacant, has no charms for you;
One dear form is absent, mother, kind and true;
Evermore she dwells where pleasure never dies,
If you love your mother, meet her in the skies.

= Chorus =

Now in true repentance to the Savior flee,
He Who pardoned mother, mercy has for thee;
Now He waits to comfort, He will not despise,
If you love your mother, meet her in the skies.

= Chorus =

[Handwritten by Emma Knapp. Credit: Song, “Meet Mother in the Sky”, author unknown but arranged by W. S. Nick­le in 1899.]

The Old Song


A wandering fox was a’ weary
The sun was sinking low.
When tender the voice of a singer
Unseen set his heart a-glow.
It softened his sin-hardened spirit
A nothing had done before
For often his mother sung it
To whim when the day was o’er.

O where is my boy tonight?
Upon the soft breeze sang
My heart over flows for I love him
He knows, the hidden singer sang.

He thought of the mother who loved him
Then rising his eyes to the savior
He prayed for release from sin
I’m coming to thee, dear mother.
With joy in his heart he cried
Your wandering boy’s returning, and
Jesus is at my side.

[Appears to be Handwritten by Emma Knapp. Credit: Unknown.]

Knapp Family Journal - Dear Mother heart and graphic by Nora Knapp for her mother
[Drawing by Nora Knapp titled “Dear Mother”.]

Only A Message from Home Sweet Home

“It’s only a message from Home Sweet Home
Form loved ones down on the farm.
Fond wife and mother, sister and brother
Praying to guard me from harm
And baby is lisping a prayer tonight –
To bless me where e’er I roam
We’ll welcome you, Jack,
If you’ll only come back.”
Was the message from Home Sweet Home

April 18, 1917, Eight P.M.
[Appears to be handwritten by Emma Knapp. Credit: Lyrics from “Only A Message from Home Sweet Home,” a song hit of 1905 written by Carroll Fleming.]

When I Dream of Old Erin

When the nightingale’s singing its sweet melodies,
And the scent of the flowers perfumes the night breeze,
Then I dream of my old home far over the sea,
By the Lake of Kilarney,
Where I long to be.
And I see you, it seems, waiting there on the shore,
Where together we stray’d in the sweet days of yore,
I am thinking, tonight, of my Colleen so true:
When I dream of Old Erin, I’m dreaming of you.

I can see the old cottage, just o’er the hill there;
‘Tis those fond recollections bring happiness rare.
Sure the lassie I love with a heart that is true,
She is waiting for someone,
While someone waits too.
And my love’s growing stronger each day, more and more,
‘Tis the same old love story that’s told o’er and o’er,
So, cush-la my Colleen, it seems that you knew,
When I dream of Old Erin, I’m dreaming of you.

When I dream of old Erin I’m dreaming of you,
With your sweet, roguish smile and your true eyes of blue;
For my love, like the Shamrock, each day stronger grew;
When I dream of Old Erin, I’m dreaming of you.

[Appears to be Handwritten by Emma Knapp. Credit: Song, “When I Dream of Old Erin (I’m Dreaming Of You)” by Marvin Lee and Leo Friedman in 1912.]

Where the Silvery Colorado Wends Its Way

August 18, 1917

The twilight softly gathered
‘Round my home among the hills
And all nature soon will settle down to rest
While I sit and sadly ponder
And my heart with longing fills
As I often think of one that I love best

We were wedded in the springtime
And our hearts they knew no pain
Fair nature seemed to smile on us that day
Now she sleeps beneath the lilacs
And she’ll ne’er come back again
Where the silver Colorado wends its way

There’s a sob on every breeze
And a sigh comes from the trees
And the mocking birds they sing a sadder way
For the flowers creep no more
‘Round my cheerless cabin door
Where the silver Colorado wends its way

The silver snow is gleaming
On your distant mountainside
Where often used to wander Nell and I
And the birds are singing gaily
In the valley far below
Where I long some day to lay me down and die

Then our lives were gay and happy
In the shadow of the hills
My heart beats fonder for her day by day
And I feel her presence near me
As I sit alone tonight
Where the silver Colorado wends its way
[Handwritten possibly by Nora Knapp. Credit: Song, “Where the Silvery Colorado Wends Its Way” by Charley Scoggins]

Butterfly Bright

Oh butterfly bright with your beautiful wings
That are painted the colors of lovely things
So fair and so tendar they carry you high –
Way over the blossoms they flutter by.

Oh, butterfly fly bright you be welcome I know –
If you’ll come to my garden where sweet flowers frown.
My posies are nodding, a wonderful sight.
Won’t you come lovely butterfly, aerie and bright.
[Handwritten and signed “Naomi Wilson, Dec. 4, 1917. Credit: Unknown.]


Roses grow in my garden fair
A sweet reward for all my care.
Growing so sweetly in rain or sun,
I love them, every one.

Lilies growing in my garden fair,
Shedding rich perfume upon the air.
Growing so sweetly in rain or sun,
I love them, every one.
[Handwritten and signed “Naomi Wilson, Dec. 4, 1917. Credit: Unknown.]

Easter Time

December 4

The little flowers came through ground
At Easter time, at Easter time,
They raised their heads and looked around
At happy Easter time.

The pure white lily raised its cup
At Easter time, at Easter time.
The crocus to the sky looked up
At happy Easter time.

Twas long and long and long ago
At Easter time, at Easter time,
And still the pure white lily rise
A happy Easter time.

Happy Easter time, happy Easter time.
For Christ is rise the angels say
At happy Easter time.

And every little bud did say
Good people bless this holy day
For Christ has rise the angels say
At happy Easter time.

By Naomi Wilson
[Handwritten by Naomi Wilson. Credit: Thanks to Susan K. Haynes for helping us identify the author of this poem/song. She says it is a childhood song by Laura Elizabeth Howe Richards. The original is found in the book, In the Nursery as the poem, Easter Time, though it is slightly different than the one transcribed here.]

I Don’t Like Girls

I don’t like girls, those silly girls
I don’t think you do either.
With all their furbelows and curls,
Shant never like them either.

(All together)

I don’t like boys, those horrid boys –
They hold snakes by their tails
don’t have no dolls or pretty toys
But plays with frogs and snails!


Don’t like ‘um, can’t bare ‘um.
I wish there were no boys
Course then I’d have a gooder time
If they were gone away.

Them old mean boys they laugh at us
Cause we don’t wear no pantses
I’d beat ’em good I know I would
If I could have the chances.

Girls can’t stand on their head a bit
Play leap frog or climb trees.
They most ain’t got a lick of sense
I’ll say it if I pleases.

[Handwriting by Naomi Wilson. Credit: Unknown.]

Abominable Bumblebee

A bold bumble bee idly roving o’er the lea
Met a sweet closer blossom filled with dew –
And he gave her a kiss and she thought it not a miss
For he promised her he ever would be true.
But he thought of this flowers as a toy of an hour
That fate had kindly thrown in his way
But he thought she’d forget that they ever had met
And she waits for his return some day.

Chorus: Come back my own I am waiting for your,
There’s honey in my heart softly guarded for thee.
There are tears in my eyes but the world calls it dew
I am waiting and I want you for I love but you.

Remember my dears there is always much to fear –
When a girl gives her kisses to a man
She must always be discreet if she keeps him at her feet
And ends where the episode begins.

For many man you will see like this false bumble bee –
Making promises and break them every day
But beware of the sting of the kiss and not the ring –
May you never have a cause to say

[appears to be Handwritten by Naomi Wilson, copied from “No. 19 Song from Gardens Fronting Queen Lili’s Palace in Spoopju Land” music by Gustav Luders (1865 – 1913) and lyrics by Frank Pixley.]

March 19, 1916

The poorest can be God’s torch bearer as well as the richest. The little candle can do more good in the world than the flaming beacon. It is what we have the light that god has given us that we are to let shine. And then we have such a little while to shine! We cannot afford to wait when the night is around us . It is time to light the candle.
[Credit: unknown.]

Call not back the dear departed
Anchored safe where storms are o’er.
On the border land we left him
Soon to meet and part no more
When we leave this world of change
When we leave this world of care
We shall find or missing loved one
In our Fathers Mansion fair.

[Credit: unknown.]

Hand Tracings Part III

Knapp Family Journal - Hand of a virtuous maiden

“This one is ashamed of its owner” [pointing to middle finger]
“This poor sore finger” [pointing to the pointer finger]

Rings on ring finger with initials

C.A. N. E?

Ring on little finger with a rock and initials: J.A.B

The hand of a virtuous maid.
The only dishonorable stunt I can remember of her pulling off is the parading the track March 17 with two old “rips”
Mrs Flanagan
“The worst one of the bunch”

[Nora was often called “Mrs. Flanagan” ]

Initials P.S.G.

The Rainy Day

The day is cold, and dark, and dreary
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary.

My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past,
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,
And the days are dark and dreary.

Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.

H.W. Longfellow

[Handwriting very distinctive and unknown. Possibly Allen Knapp or father, James Knapp Jr. Credit: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow]

St. Patrick’s Day

March 17-18 in the morning

Knapp Family Journal - Four leaf clover drawing and writingWere I an author I should not hesitate to describe the scene I have in mind, but being a common everyday citizen, I think the undertaking altogether too great for one of my mean ability. However, nothing attempted, nothing earned.

Imagine E.M. Parading the track in a green coat, white hat trimmed with two cabbages, young Christmas tree stuck in her matronly bosom, eyes rolling heavenward, feet tracking occasionally. When she started out, her step was sprightly but on her return, it “lagged” to an alarming degree. She had this in her pocket on her….

[Handwriting very distinctive and unknown. Possibly Allen Knapp or father, James Knapp Jr. Image of a four leaf clover drawing with Jim Knapp, Effie M., Jack, and Pane Top written in the leaves. And the following:]

This is symbolic of us – The tail of the shamrock means E. M. also.

Hand Tracings Part IV

Took 2 to hold John while this was being drawn

Hand tracing: John Gritzon, March 19, 1918

Knapp Family Journal - Hand tracing of John Gritzon, March 19, 1918

Ruth Primley
6 years old
May 11, 1918

Knapp Family Journal - Hand tracing of Ruth Primley, six years old 1918

Diary from Green Bay, Wisconsin, Visit

[Note: The following sections have date conflicts. It appears that the book was taken by Emma Knapp on a trip to Green Bay and fairly faithfully journaled in daily. Yet, elsewhere in the book are found hand drawings, poems, writings, and saying dated within this same time period. We’re not sure if any of the children accompanied Emma on this trip, or if they wrote in the book during her stay.]

[Note: 6 pages torn out with a tiny scrap left that says “This is Jim, your husband” referring to James Knapp Jr. Handwriting continued from torn out pages:]

…washed clothes. Myrtle came over and we all went down where Seal works, after supper we took a long walk. After the show, Dora, Myrtle, and I went to the show, Carl met us and we took Dora home and I went home with Myrtle. I rize out of bed about 30 minutes before dinner but I felt good even if I did sleep when I should have been eating breakfast –

May 9
Myrtle came over and we went up town and had a dandy time. Went to the “Grand”. After the show, we went home and ate supper and came back up town. But not alone. O no! Went over the Seats. Staid all night.

May 10 – A very sad day
Went to Merts, got my suitcase and came back. After supper, we went out for a ride. Had an excellent time. Went for another spin. Jack was over in the afternoon. We played the victrola and we sand some songs but that evening was some large one ?.

May 12 – Sunday
Staid home all day. Did not feel well all day. Myrtle went home. They have company from Gary, Ind. Sunday evening we had company. I took a walk thinking I could shake off the dogs or blues, whatever it was. The trip did me a little good anyway. I went to bed at 1:30. Had a good sleep.

May 13 – This is Monday
I slept ill 9:05, ate breakfast and helped Dora do up the work and now she has gone to the store. I’m waiting for Myrtle. Dora came back from the store at 12 o’clock. Myrtle called up from the North Western Depot. I had a nice talk with her. At 8 P.M. I met her uptown and we took a walk.

May 14
We saw the carnival parade which was very good.

Sept late today – not much doing. Dora washed clothes today. We all went uptown in the evening and got home rather early. Ate so many peanuts, we nearly died.

May 15
Everybody survived the peanut but we slept until 10 o’clock. Had breakfast at 12. Some early risers would be better for lunch than peanuts.

This P.M, Dora went uptown. Myrtle and I talked and slept and did a little ironing – Dora got supper, an Mert and I washed the dishes and Dora finished up the ironing and finished Toodles’ dress. Ate a lunch and wet to bed at 10 o’clock. Got up at 9.

May 15
Dora cleaned her kitchen this A.M. Myrtle and I washed the dishes. After dinner, Mert and I went uptown. Mert had company in the evening, and Seal and I went to the Show. Dora crocheted around a handkerchief. We got home at 10:55. Went to bed at 11:30.

May 16
Got up this A.M. At 8:30 and after breakfast I fixed my dress. Ate dinner and Mert and I went uptown. Got home at 5:30, ate supper and Mert helped Dora wash dishes. It’s raining now. Have been here just a month.

May 17
Not much doing today. Seal played frog man and chased Mert and I all over the house and down stairs. We all went to bed at 9:30.

May 18
Mert and I went uptown with Eva. I staid all night with Eva. Came back to Seals Sunday morning at 7:15 and went to bed until 9:30 A.M.

May 19
It rained most all day. We had a lovely dinner and lounged around until 4 o’clock. Went to bed and slept till 6:30. It had rained just awful.

May 20
Got up early this A.M. We washed clothes. Mert had company all afternoon and we did all up the ironing. After a good hearty supper, Mert and I went out for a walk and arrived home ea3rly and went to bed.

May 21
Went uptown. Dora got her shoes today. I left Seals real early and took my grips to the Depot and intended going to the Show but it rained so hard we stayed at the Depot till train time. I left Green Bay at 10:55. Got to Wausaukee at 1:30. Spent Wednesday, May 22, at Wausaukee and came to ???? May 23. Have had a real good visit and had lots of good times. I’ve not ????? here but have just mentioned here the few important items.

May 24, 1918
Frog Pond City
Got a letter from Mert Friday. Sent her a card Saturday.

May 24th
Jim and the boys loaded the third car of kiln wood. 24 and 25.

May 26, Sunday
Sunday at Frog Pond City – it has rained and been cloudy all day. The boys are fishing. I wrote to Myrtle today.

May 27, Monday
Still raining Nothing doing.

May 28, Tuesday
We washed clothes today. I got two letters, one from Ruth and one from Carl.

May 29, Wednesday
Raining again. I ironed the clothes and we made a bed in the barn.

May 30, Thursday
The boys helped Jim peel bark till noon then Jim got his box wood counted. Had $22.50 coming to him.

May 8, 1918
The end of a Perfect Day. As I sit alone here this evening, my thots are wondering wildly back over the past few months of my life. I see where I have made so many foolish mistakes. How often, oh, how often I have wished for just a little foresight. Oh, how many snares and pitfalls we could avert. And there again when I have had sorrow and trouble, how glad I was that things are as they are. But what’s the use of tears and sighing after all these years of trying? And why is it that the ones we love the most have to be the farthest from us? And why is it the ones we do the most for, are the first ones to turn against us? Nuff sed. Who pays?

Memories, memories, dreams of love so tame. In the seas of memories I’m driving back to you. Childhood days, wild wood days, among the birds and the bees, you left me alone but still you’re my own in my beautiful memories.
[Handwritten by Myrtle Primley.]

Somewhere in France is Daddy

May 7, 1918

Somewhere in France is Daddy
Somewhere in France is he
Fighting for home and country.
Fighting my lad for liberty
I pray every night for allies
And I ask God to help them win.
For our Daddy won’t come back
Till the Stars and Stripes are tacked
On Kaiser Wilhelm’s flag staff in Berlin
[Handwritten by Myrtle Primley. Credit: Popular World War I song, “Somewhere in France is Daddy”, sung by Charles H. Hart, The Peerless Quartet, The Great Howard, and others.]

Good Night

May 30, 1918

Goodnight dear sister
The busy day is o’er
It’s cares, it’s troubles
Ne’er shall vex thee more.
As garments worn and old
They pass from sight
Behind the curtain
Of the unfolding night.

The stars begin to glimmer
The moon sheds softest light
The long hot day is ended
Oh wear world, god night.

Ever keep in view
The present duties calling
For thy skill
Make its demands
Subservient to they will.

And thus, dear sister, shall though be strong to bear
Rejoice or suffer and to bravely wear
A face serene and cheerful come what may
Into the duties of each passing day.
[Handwritten by Emma Knapp. Credit: Unknown.]

May 31, Friday
Jim went to Wausaukee. I lounged around all afternoon. This morning, I did another washing. The boys cut some kiln wood today. I got my order from Christs. No Letters!

B. June 9, N, June 10 come, E June 7
[Handwritten by Emma Knapp.]

Us three and no more
Three of a kind
All in the same Bolt
uno all right next veek.
[Handwritten by Emma Knapp inside of a circle.]

We three all wrote to Pete
June 10, 1918

There are no friends like Old friends
Their welcome rings but true
When others pass you onward
You’ll find they’ll stick by you.
Amen E.B.K

[Highlighted and circled, but this appears to be in Emma’s handwriting:] Patie wrote this

June 10
I have been as happy since Saturday. More happy then I have been for so many long months. And I like my grandma now. Sister east all the gravy and moike and I have to sleep on the black built and cat tail pillows, so don’t forget the wheat clothes when you come again. You know. Saturday! August!

June 8, also a party at Ferclys – Sat. Eve
I went to Wausaukee with Nora and Blanch Sat. morning. Sunday I spent at Mrs. Bullion’s. Had a real nice visit. Monday, Nora and I went uptown. Wednesday, I came to Taylor Rapids. (Nonie got rainbow trout.)

June 12, Wednesday
I washed clothes today and wrote to Jack and mailed a letter to Blanche. I got my order from Montgomery Ward and Co. Jim and the boys planted potatoes today.

June 28, 29, 30
Went to the W.SS. Sale. Got a letter from Myrtle and Blanche. Ans them today.

Hand Tracing Part V

“She washed her hands in water that never rained or run,
And dried them on a towel that never was woven or spun.”

Knapp Family Journal - Hand of Nora Knapp 1918

Nora Knapp
13 years, August 28
March 10, 1918

Beautiful hands are hey that do work of the noble hand and true.

Hand tracing of Ruth Primley age 10

Knapp Family Journal - Hand Tracing of Ruth Primley, age 10

August 28, 1918
Well, I wonder how long it will be before you will notice this. It was Nonie’s birthday today. Granma Knapp was here all day. I wonder where we all will be a year from now. Melvin has the pounch ache so bad, he don’t know what to do. I am thinking of going back to the Boy Sat. nite. I shaved Jim. His whiskers were 6 inches long.
[Handwritten by Emma Knapp.]

Our Daily Reckoning

If you sit down at set of sun
And count the acts that you have done,
And, counting, find
One self-denying deed, one word
That eased the heart of him who heard —
One glance most kind
That fell like sunshine where it went —
Then you may count that day well spent.
[Handwritten by Nora Knapp. Credit: Originally titled “Count That Day” by Mary Ann Evans (1819-1880), writing under the pen name of George Eliot/]

If we are to make the most of our talent, we must begin to use it now. Bye and bye is not soon enough.

Seek ye first the kingdom of God and his righteousness and all these things shall be added unto you.

The girl who drops a good seed into another life, does better than she knows.

So think kindly is the very best of good deeds.

The little kindness we are likely to undervalue are counted large in heaven.

Ideals which do not make the everyday life more helpful and beautiful can be thrown out the window as useless rubbish.

“Good deed needed.”

There is some soil where flowers would grow if flower seeds were planted there, though as it is the weeds have it all their own way and there are lives now running to waste, which only need the right kind of sewing to blossom out in beauty. N.K.
[Handwritten and credited to Nora Knapp.]

– Happiness is a wayside flower that grows along the highway of usefulness. Richter

Text: Luke 16:14, 15, 1913
Whoso stoppeth his ears at the cry of the poor, he also shall cry but shall not be heard. Prov. 21:13

[Above handwritten by Nora Knapp.]

Sunshine of the heart

It’s the sunlight of the heart that makes
Sweet the chosen way;
It’s the sunlight of the heart
Not the sunlight of the day.
It’s the sunlight of the heart
Keeps us toiling cold or heat
With the blossoms in our dreams
And the robins singing sweet.

By Nora Knapp
[Handwritten by Nora Knapp.]

Testimony of Nora Cunningham Merrifield

Tuesday, August 27, 1918

I am down to Emmas. I leave tomorrow. God knowns where and I don’t care. I Hope to come back some day maybe, yes, maybe no. Got Syba with me. Myrtle is here. She looks good. Good Bye and Good Luck and God Bless you is all that I can say.

Nora Cunningham Merrifield
leave this space until I return.
[Handwritten and signed by Nora Cunningham Merrifield, namesake of Nora (Nonie) Knapp, and half-sister of Nonie’s father, James Knapp Jr., husband of Emma. Parents of Nora (Cunningham) Merrifield were Elizabeth Brantt/Brau/Brandt and Charles Cunningham (second marriage for Elizabeth after James Knapp Sr.).]


August 28, 1918

Just weary.
Weary of living. So weary.
Longing to lie down and die.
To find for the sad heart and dreary
The end of the pilgrimage nigh.

Weary, so weary of wishing
For a form that has gone from my sight.
For a voice that is hushed to me ever
For eyes that to me were so bright.

Weary so weary of waiting
Waiting for sympathy sweet
For someone to love and to love me
And pleasures that are not so fleet.

For a hand to be laid on my forehead
A glimpse of the golden brown hair
For a step that to me was sweet music
And a brow that was noble and fair

Tired, so tired of drifting
Alone down the dark stream of life
Tired of beating the billows
The billows of trouble and strife.

Wishing and waiting so sadly
For the love that was sweetest and best
Waiting to die O so gladly
If that would bring quiet and rest.
[Handwritten in ink by Emma Knapp and written all over with children’s hand tracings, copied from the song “Weary”, words by Florence L. Carter and music by Virginia Gabriel, published circa 1860.]

Aug. 30, 1918

My Indiana Home

Back home again in Indiana
And it seems that I can see
The gleaming candle light still shining bright.
Thru the sycamore for me
The new mown hay sends all its fragrance
From the fields I used to roam
When I dream about the moon light on the Wabash
Then I long for my Indiana home.

[Handwriting appears to be by Myrtle Primley. Credit: Old traditional song.]

Ma Gone to Camp – Wayne is Sick

[Note: 16 pages torn out, only bits of edges with two or three words remain. Next page reads:]

February 1920
Ma is up to camp. Working poar thing. She was down yesterday. Aunt Myrtle and Uncle Carl went away this morning. Robert had a mishap in bed last night. Wayne was sick. Ma took him last night up to camp.

February 1920
15 years of age
Robert and I both are awful lonely for Wayne. Mert all alone this afternoon. Water is on the heater getting hot. We make some coco. I am not feeling well. Boys were awful mean.

February 1920
I am very sad and lonesome today. I don’t know why. Ma was home from camp yesterday (Sun). Aunt Myrtle and Uncle Carl were here. Went away this morning. Wayne was sick. I wish I knew how he was.
[Handwritten possibly by Nora Knapp]

Sweetest name on Earth

There are words that speak of a quenchless love,
Which burn in the hearts we cherish;
And kindness that tells of a friendship proved
That will never fade or perish.
There are soft words murmured by dear, dear lips
Far richer than any other
But the sweetest words the writer ever heard
Is the blessed name of mother.
[Handwritten by Emma Knapp. Credit: Not original – found an uncredited copy written in a family bible, possibly copied from the tombstone.]

A Precious One From Us Has Gone

A precious one from us has gone
A voice we loved is still
A place is vacant in our home
Which never can be filled
God in his wisdom hath recalled
The love his boon hath given
Altho the body slumbers here
The soul is safe in heaven.

Love I am lonely. Years are so long
I want you only you and your song
Dark is life’s shows love
Night is so deep
Leave me no more love
Sing me to sleep.

The thing that goes the farthest
Towards making life worthwhile
That costs the least and does the most
Is just a pleasant smile
The smile that bubbles from the heart
That loves its fellow men
Well chase away that cloud of gloom
And coax the sun again.
[Handwritten by Myrtle Primley. Credit: Unknown.]

April 18, 1920, Emma Knapp
A beautiful Sunday.
[Handwritten by Emma Knapp]

Aug. 22
Emma getting ready to go home,
Miss Nora Knapp

Hand Tracing Part VI

Gilbert M. Charles
Taylor Rapids
October 15, 1920

Knapp Family Journal - Hand Tracing of Gilbert Charles 1920

Back of the Book Notes and Quotes

[Note: The following were handwritten in the margins of the last pages. Many appear to be written by Myrtle Primley.]

Keep your word as good as a bank.

Contentment is better than riches. I am not contented and I never will be.

No such word as fail.

The early bird catches the worm.
[Handwritten in same script as Longfellow’s poem:] Foolish worm to get out so early.

Never sign a paper without first reading it carefully.

Every man’s life is a plan of God. Let all your things have their places.
Now’s the day and now’s the hour.
But some a plan of the devil.
Soposing you haven’t any things or even a place?
[First lines handwritten in pen by Myrtle Primley. Last line followed in pencil by what appears to be Emma’s handwriting.]

Can’t tell fairy stories.

Today is Wednesday, January 23
I sewed on my apron today. I sent Jack his bond and also got a letter from him.
[Handwritten possibly by Nora Knapp, as she then practices signing her name.]

I am so lonely today. I just finished ironing.

Helen McCady

Don’t forget the pleasant times we’ve had.




[The inside of the covers of the book are covered with legal topics and regulations for shipping, mail, and business law. From the text in the journal for “Interest Laws and Statutes of Limitations” on the back page, after the text for “Business Law in Daily Use” listing “A contract made with a lunatic is void.” is handwritten:] “That’s me Lady” mudderinlaw Knapp


[Handwritten by Myrtle Primley]

Cherry Pudding

1 cup sugar
1 big tbsp. Lard or butter
1 egg
1 cup thick sour milk
Pinch of salt
2 1/2 or 3 cups flour
1 dessert spoon soda
1 cup cherries
Steam this.

Cranberry Pudding

1 cup sugar
1/2 cup milk
2 tablespoon butter
1/1/2 cups flour
Yolks of two eggs
2 teaspoons baking power
Stir into the mixture 1 pint of uncooked cranberries and bake 3/4 of an hour or a little more.

Sause for Cranberry Pudding

Wet a heaping teaspoon of flour with a little water and stir this into 1/2 cup of boiling water. Let it cook a few minutes. When cool, add the beaten whites of 2 eggs with a cup of sugar. Flavor to taste.

Custard Sauce for Bananas

Have 1 cup of milk hot add the beaten yolk of one egg. Having a tablespoonful of sugar mixed in thoroughly then dissolve heaping teaspoonful of corn starch with little milk add all to hot milk. Cook little. Add flavoring and pinch of salt after it has been removed from stove.

Cocoa Sauce

2 tablespoonfuls of butter
2 tablespoonfuls of flour
3 teaspoonfuls of cocoa
1 cup boiling water
4 tablespoons sugar
1 teaspoon vanilla
Milk the butter in a sauce pan. Mix the flour and cocoa together and stir into butter.
Add gradually the hot water stirring each time until it thickens. Just before serving add the sugar, vanilla and a pinch of salt.

Rubarb Pie With Raisons

[Handwritten by Emma Knapp]

Pie crust
1 cup sugar
2 tablespoons flour
1 egg
Mix together. Add egg to flour and sugar after first has been mixed then add 2 cups rhubarb uncooked. Another crust.

Cream Pie With Bananas

1 cup milk put on to scald.
When quite hot, have 1/2 cup sugar and 1/2 cup flour made fine like for gravy. Little butter and 2 yolks of eggs beaten. Put these together and put in milk when thick and quite cool. Flavor and slice bananas in and put in pie crush. Use whites of eggs on top. Bake the crust first.

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