I went to the Boston Public Library to do some more nineteenth century newspaper research and I found almost nothing. It was a very frustrating day. In fact, to keep myself from falling totally and completely into the depths, I allowed myself a moment of vanity and requested the microfilm for the Chelmsford Independent in October 1977. The only real smile I shared with the world during my time at the library came when I saw the first mention of me in print, under the “Who’s New” section.

Joseph Clark was not afforded the same kind of obituary and news coverage that was given to his wife. By the time he died, he was eighty-nine and no longer a residence of his native Harwich. News of his death was not reported until a month after he passed in Wareham. There were two lines on him and they provided no illumination, save that, once again, the Clarks were ignored in a community focused on more valuable citizens.

I did note that, in earlier papers, there was a significant Republican contingent running the paper and the town. They openly criticize the Democrats criticism of President Grant.

There was an interesting story, and quite a graphic one at that, describing a young girl’s fall from a windmill into a ditch filled with water, and her subsequent rescue by her playmates. I suppose its possible that one of the unnamed playmates could have been a relative. Even so, its a story that I imagined getting about town.

I’m really nervous about my Ancestry project for the MFA program. I am worried that my advisor is going to have my head when she realizes I haven’t found anything new in a month and that I haven’t done any interviewing of my grandmother yet. I have to report on my progress on Friday and I have only one more progress report after that. I am, I think, officially in trouble.

I was more pleased with my haircut today, though. That was nice. And when I dressed, I dared to tuck in my t-shirt and it kind of worked.