A month after the flooding and the death of his classmates he experienced a loss himself. His best friend had taken ill. He visited him when he could but because the streets were miry and at times engulfed in still water, he couldn’t. He hadn’t seen him for a while and when he tried to visit him his parents would sent him away, forbidding him to see him. It had really upset him. Days later his friend passed away. He hadn’t wanted to go to the funeral and was not upset when his parents disallowed him to go.
At times, he saw the parents. He avoided them not knowing what to say. They must have felt the same way. A few months later they moved away with their other four children. But life was difficult for a child in the 1800s. He wrote little about his parents and when he did it was mostly about his father. He looked up to his father who was a bookbinder, a profession he had taken up as an apprentice. He assumed he would be following his father’s footsteps since most boys did.
School was at times the main focal point of his writing. Once he arrived to school he took his usual seat he shared with another boy. Boys were separated from the girls, each taught in different classrooms. Their strict teachers forbade them to interact with one another. It was something typical and normal for them.
to be continued