Journal Entry
Carol Cribbet-Bell

March 1915

My family and I have just arrived from Prescott bringing with us all of our worldly possessions. Those possessions filled one wagon and included several family heirlooms. We were each allowed to bring one special item with us on our trip. My father chose the family bible as he feels the spirit strongly when he reads aloud the words of God. My mother selected a lace handkerchief that my grandmother had hand stitched for her wedding. My brother Sam brought his dog, Apache, with him even thought my father did not like the thought of giving that beast some of the extra food. And I brought a string of seed beads that I made with my best friend Juanita. She had a string exactly like mine which she kept with her. The rest of the wagon was full of supplies, furniture, tools, and clothing. This place is warm and dusty, dusty, dusty! But my father says that the air is better in Tucson than in Prescott and that Mama will soon breathe much better here.

April 1915

I have seen the most special little place. It is up on a small rise and the people in this place call it La Capillita. It is more like a church for dolls. It is an open structure made of adobes and the priest says mass there on Sundays. I thinking it is very cute, but my new fi-iend Maria says that "cute" is not a proper word to use for La Capillita. She says it is the Virgin Mary's holy temple. But I am not so certain that Maria is right. Those adobes are dirty and crumbly just like the house that my father is trying to build. Maria's family is helping us learn about this desert land and how to use it widely. It is getting hotter!

May 1915

Mama made some tortillas on the little outdoor oven today just as Maria's mother showed her. They are so delicious and fill me with thoughts which I need because I do not like this hot place very much. I saw a rattlesnake last week sunning itself on a large rock near the Capillita. I wanted my brother to kill that rattler but my brother said that he would rather let it be. I shouted at him that he was a coward but that Sam said I was just being a girl. Oh bother! I miss those cool breezes up north. Mama still isn't feeling well and I know this dirty land is not good for her health.

June 1915

Did I say it was hot here? Leaping lizards it is boiling. And mama stayed in bed all week. Father put her special cot on the porch outside because it is cooler there at night. But the 44