Black Plague Diary Entry:
Write two diary entries spanning a month that might have been written by a literate citizen of a town hard hit by the plague in 1348. Include the descriptions, observations, concerns, and attitudes that would likely have been reflected in such a diary.
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· Description of symptoms
· Observations of human actions
· Concerns for health/family/town
· Attitude toward religion/God/death
· Prediction of cause/cure
· What do you see/hear/feel (emotions)/smell
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· Description (can you picture it?)
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December 2,
ReplyDeleteA few months ago the plague started ravaging our village. There is so much death, it is unfathomable. The stench is horrifying from all of the death and open sores on the victims of the plague. When I walk the streets there is no one in sight. Everyone is shut in there homes, either rotting, or hiding from the plague. From the houses I can hear the women screaming for their dead or dying children. Everything is grey, there is no color in our dilapidated town. It appears death is imminent. I don't know how anyone will survive this terrible punishment by God himself.
January 2,
Today is my birthday. Today all I wish for is my family to be safe. It is remarkable that all of my children are still alive. Everyone is still locked up. I am taking my family to be washed in vinegar because I have heard it makes you immune. I saw a poor fellow today with the plague. He had open sores and could barley move. His skin was as black as death itself. I don't want to get m hopes up but as I was coming home today, I saw a bit of color break through the dull gray.
7b13
May 17, 1348
ReplyDeleteThe plague has hit our town. We had heard about its horrible affects, the darkening skin and the awful lumps. No one really believed it could actually touch us in our safe little oasis...how wrong we were. I pray that God will help someone to survive. My wife and two of my three sons have already come down with this, the worst sickness in my long experience.
June 15, 1348
It is horrible here. There is very little food or water that is still fresh. The screams of the dieing and the lamentations of the living ring in my ears, as a dread that I will catch the plague courses though my thoughts. Some have burned herbs to fight the plague, and the smell permeates our town. My wife hangs on to life by a thread, while two of my sons have passed from this world.I continue to hope this is not a heavenly curse, for if it is we are all surely doomed to perish. May the Lord help us...
7b14
The Black Plague has just begun in my town of Florence, Italy. I pray to God everyday to thank for protecting me from the plague. I know I don’t have it because the symptoms are harsh and disgusting. The symptoms are swelling in the armpits or groins, and a fever, but many symptoms change into black or livid spots, which start on the arms and thighs and then later spread to the other parts of the body. People are coming up with reasons for the plague, some reasons are that it is God’s way of punishing them for their sinful deeds, that Jews are poisoning wells and the water, foreigners coming in with the disease, and the animals are traveling with the disease. I don’t believe that God would send the plague. He would not want to see his own children suffer like this. People keep believing this and in return they were whipping themselves, to tell God that they were sorry for their sins and that they were punishing themselves. They also persecuted Jews because they believe they were also the main cause with the poisoning of wells.
ReplyDeleteMy family now is infected and is in great pain. They tell me it is the worst thing, they have ever endured in their whole life. They are very contagious so I don’t see them much anymore. I feel very alone, abandoned, and don’t talk to anyone because they are all infected and of course I don’t want to get infected, so I have to stay far away. The town is now refusing entrance to the walled city to anyone who was sick. They enforced regulations against garbage in the streets, forbade large public gatherings at funerals, collection of corpses, layered trenches in graveyard. So many were dying people were going insane and the city smelled like death. Finally, they started thinking of cures. Some cures were to breath in sewage, don’t bathe, whip yourself, persecution of Jews, bleed or cut themselves, eat a pickled onion, drink syrup of roses mixed with powdered coral, precious stones, and bones from heart of stag. Some of the cures actually helped, while others didn’t and the person died.
7A#18
May 1st
ReplyDeleteI have been seeing people die right in front of me. I can smell the rotting flesh around me. I have been trying to eat a pickled onion every morning trying not to get the plague. The picked onion is one of the worst food i have ever eaten. I do know that if I the onion, I may have a chance of living Ever since God has put this horrible predicament on to me I have hated him. I have seen many things, such as seeing my family turn black and dying at my feet.
June 1
The people in the city are keeling over and dying. I don't know if anyone can take this hardship anymore. I have been trying to cope with this, but I don't know how everyone else i taking this. I can't take this! I have already seen one man jump off a bridge just so that he won't get the disease. I think our leader has it and with so little people left who will take over? I think these days will be my last because I have seemed to have obtained the sickness. Hopefully, after I die my story will live on forever.
just posted my number was 16B
ReplyDeleteFeb. 21, 1347
ReplyDeleteAwaking this morning, my dear friend Luna came to me with greetings. She was anxious about something, that much I could tell, but when she told me she was getting strange, black boils under her arms, her groin, and her legs, I was taken aback. So, I told her to see the town doctor, but she replied that she had already. I suddenly realised that she looked dreadful. She had black, half-moons under her eyes and she smelled of rotting pigs. I told her to go home and bathe for she needed a good cleaning, but she quickly replied that she couldn't because the doctor said it would just open her pores to the air and she would get more boils. I told her to relax and to pray for an answer from God.
Feb. 25, 1347
My dear friend Luna has been taken by the cursed Black Death. How could I have been so blind as to not see her situation. I only thought she was over exagerating about the boils' sizes. Now, to wait and hear the rumble of the wagon carrying her body to the "Pit" where so many others with the Plague have been buried. How could God do this to an innocent soul? Torture her to her very last breathes? God i strying to be rid of us all as though we were filth beneath his feet! We had better watch our backs' and make sure that the company that we keep are the ones without the Plague of Death. So many of us have been claimed by the CURSED THING. We must be alert.
7a13
February 11, 1348
ReplyDeleteMy friend, the house next to mine, started to get these bumps all over her body. These bumps are large, not close to anything I have ever seen before. It is a lucky thing for me to be an assistant to a medical doctor. I would have not known how to help her. The way she looks, the pain I see in her face,is horrible. She looks as if she will pass away at any moment. Her children
are not near her,she has not seen them since she found she had the illness. Her husband does not come to see if she is well, nor her family. She believes God is putting a horrible, painful death for her sins. I have heard that there are more patients with the same illness, that others have been treating. I hear screaming of pain and crying,by walking down the road, people are suffering. No one knows how or how to cure it.
June 18, 1348
The town is deserted. There were so many deaths. All I have left is my mom. all my friends and family are dead. We have tried everything to stop this epidimic. It's spread all over the world. I've been praying to God to protect and save me. No cures seem to help. Only two people survived out of the millions I have tried to help. There is death everywhere, the smell of decay, the dead being wheeled off, people crying. It doesn't stop. I do not know if I will survive. I started to notice some fever, and small bumps on the back of my neck....
7A03
Some people in my town have been getting sick. They gt rashes on their skin and they just drop dead. They call it the Plague, although it doesn't seem too bad in my town. I just hope God spares my family from catching the Plague. Some doctors are supposed to be working on a cure.
ReplyDeleteEveryone is going crazy. At least eighty percent of my town has the plague. I can hear their screams, and if i look out the window, I see mounds of bodies lining the streets. It's a gruesome thing to bare. I've lost two sons and one daughter to the plague. I hope things look up.
7A06
April 3,
ReplyDeleteIt is the year 1384 and the town is devastated. I wake up to find my family infected by the blck plagae. I hear the towns people screaming and yelling fir I know a loved one was lossed. The people are crazy here. Our towns scientists predict this is happening because of the Jews and that it is a punishment from God. People are whipping themselves, not bathing, brething sewage and taking sofa drugs. I sit here alone and trapped in my room, keeping away from the infected. I smell fear I smell danger. I am terrified and shocked.
May 4,
As the population decreases the town falls in tears. We are trapped! Nothing is working the plaque wont stop. As the spreading calms down we have lost nearly 20,000 people just including our town. I am so lucky not to be infected by this horrible disease. Our town is devestated and may not recover from this plaque. We pray to our God in thanks that the suffering is over. I am alone now, with no family, no relatives. The plaque took them all and ruined my life. I would like to live no more.
7b08
Plague entry 1
ReplyDeleteEvery day in my small town, Flubenfloggen, it gets more and more hectic. The poor souls infected by this curse have been gettin' these peculiar swellings on their neck and waist area. I infer that the people that haven't gotten plague yet are going crazy trying to avoid it. they keep marrying random people they dont even know. Even Edgar ran off and married someone he dont even know. this blasted plague has been seperating me and my family making us all so selfish and self centered. Everyone has just been focused on avoiding plague that they've completely forgotten about God. I'm no doctor but i'm guessing that God has been punishing us for our sins. Everyday i see some crazy person running around whipping themselves to show their penitence. I smell smoke and pungent smells of dead bodies. Everyday i get more depressed knowing that I, too, will someday die of this
7b27
Plague entry 2
ReplyDeleteWe are now one month into the curse of plague. The symptoms have only gotten worse; now in addition to those strange swellings, some people are caused to collapse when they see a somewhat bright light. People are so desperate to find the cause of this disease now so they're blaming Jews of poisoning wells, thus, killing them. Half of my family has been killed by result of plague now and I'm sure more will soon. Some, yet very few, people have begun to accept the fact that they will die of plague eventually so they are spending time with their family and friends, living each day like it's their last. Since a lot of people that work in the shipyard have been dieing, I am predicting that the cause is somewhere on the ships. My bread always tastes like it has gone bad somehow. I have been getting used to the pungent smell of dead bodies everyday.
7b27
May 2, 1348
ReplyDeleteDear Diary,
Everyone around me is dying. My sister was taken by the plague this morning. She started to grow abnormal bumps all over her body. Then the areas started to blacken. From there, she only started to fade out of life. It caused my mother to fall into a sickening depression. Father, on the other hand worries more about the survivors of our family. He has doubled the amount of remedies for repelling the plague. I am not allowed to wash in the bath and I had to eat a pickled onion this morning. I pray with all of my heart that God uplifts this terrible curse from us.
Entry two will be submitted separately.
7B21
Entry One:
ReplyDeleteHere in Florence, we are affected greatly by the horrid Black Plague. Daily, I hear the people of the city mourning over souls lost to the Plague and the cries of those who are so religious that they flog themselves with whips. It all started once the sailors came back in from their day at labor a fortnight ago. Only a few days later, almost every one of them was covered in what they are calling buboes and not able to leave their homes. Now, the plague has spread to more than half the town and every day, more are falling ill. The disease is ghastly and hard to look at, large sores the size of eggs appear on the victim's neck and underarms. The wounds can open then turn the skin a charcoal color. No more than a week later, the person who is ill is dead.
Entry Two:
The doctors are beginning to give advice to people about how to prevent the plague and how to heal those taken by it. I think it might help to keep ourselves clean and isolated, but Mother told me that the doctors say to keep away from the water because it opens pores to the air. I am also forced to eat a pickled onion every day, it is horrible. Father says to trust in God, but I don't know what to think anymore.
7B28
ENTRY 1:
ReplyDeleteLast month I witnessed a terrible accident occur. My friend died of the Black Plague. He was very sick for about three days. Trying to figure out what was wrong with him, doctors made medications out of herbs and other materials,they thought that their medicines would help. They didn't. He began whipping himself because he thought it was a punishment from God for all of the sins he has made.He thought if he beat himself that would get ride of all the rest of his sins and God would no longer punish him. His family was very concerned because just a few days before he started feeling ill his daughter had passed away because she too was not feeling to good.The family was terrified and didn't know what to do. Unfortunately the morning of the fourth day he passed away.
ENTRY 2:
MY husband was out i the field on day he started coughing and we didn't think anything was wrong because of all the dust in the air. The next day he continued coughing and we realized he was coughing up blood. I was in shock and quickly located the nearest doctor to see if he could possibly help in any way. He told me that my husband should stay home and in bed for the next few day until he feels better and then he may continue working. He never recovered so i went back to the garden that was planted a few miles away from the house and gathered as many flowers as I could because I herd if you fill your house with nice smells it could cure diseases I returned only to find that my husband had died.
7b07
Diary Entry:
ReplyDelete1. (The twenty-first of April)
Dear diary,
When I was in town today fetching fruit for me mums, I walked down a narrow, dirty alley just minding me own business. I whistled my favorite tune and I heard a groan that interrupted me melody. I looked down and saw a half-naked, pasty white, black-spotted, ill woman. She was laying there with an old, damp wood piece as a headrest. I looked into her eyes and wondered what the pain she felt was like. It smelled like garbage and like something was rotting. I looked down the alley and saw the corpse of a dead black-spotted man. I looked even further down and saw another. I suddenly realized something. Me mums has been trying to keep me from leaving the house and she won't let me in the back room where my dad usually is. I haven't seen him in quite a bit. So I thought, "Is this what she's been trying to keep me from?" So I scurried home and rushed into the back room. There was me mums holding the dead, spotted hand of me paps. I left the room, grabbed me coat, journal and some coins. I ran out of the house and skipped town. I stopped a few kilos away from me house and here I am, alone, never to return, blaming this all on me mums.
2. (The fifteenth of May)
Dear journal,
I twas getting ready for Church this dawn when I heard me friend Robert knocking on my door. I opened up and saw him telling me to not go to Church because the Hale family caught something real rotten. He said that Henry Hale got it first from his recent voyage and he gave it to Beatrix, his sister. Beatrix just had a bad headache, so she went to school. She realized it was getting worse after she talked to Elizabeth who was getting the same problems. Robert said the whole town's got it and we mustn't go to Church cause' we'll get it too. I went to tell me sis, Winifred, but she said she got one bad headache and hurled a wee bit earlier. I ran to Robert but he was on the floor, still as dark. I ran to each house and knocked on all the doors. No one answered until the McGregor's but it was Eleanor who told me she wasn't feeling well and she got a lump on her neck. She said her whole family was either awfully sick or dead. I scurried to the hills and finally fell down, I upchucked on the green grass and realized how sore I was and noticed my headache. I found my journal and am writing all of this now with the wee strength I've got. I believe this is all God's fault and know that I won't be saved whether I would've went to Church or not.
7a27
DIARY ENTRY #1
ReplyDeleteThe town, my town, of Florence was hit by the Black Death a few days back. It is the year of 1348, it has been four days with the plague in my life, and luckily, I have not come down with it, yet. Most my family is well, all except my dear husband, who is dying more and more by the hour. I have seen so many, laying on the side of the streets, dead from the epidemic. They all seem to have blackish spots on them, so I'm assuming that that is one of the symptoms of the plague. Because of this outbreak, people will try anything to be cured or prevented of the plague, they whip themselves, try outstanding remedies and don't go outside.I am extremely concerned about the well being of my family and friends, myself too. But I must move on and just pray for them. Actually, thats all I can do from here, just pray, I am not afraid to die because I know I will be with my Lord after. I hope things get better, but I'm not sure about it. With Everyone dying so quickly, it looks like half of Europe's population has been taken away, but hopefully, someone will find a cure for this and we'll all be saved. But till then, I have to get through the sounds of people moaning on the streets at night, the feeling of wanting to help them, but can't, and the sight of all the disgusting, wretched and repulsive wounds on the people I pass, but I can't help feeling sorry. I will talk soon, If I'm still alive... Till then.
Signed, Anna
DIARY ENTRY # 2
I am back again, but am afraid to say that I am not so well. I have just come down with the sickness only but a day ago. I have a horrid fever, stomach ache, headache, and black wounds all over me. It is the worst illness I've ever had in my lifetime. I now know why people acted the way they did, because this disease can drive you nutty! I can honestly say I am no longer concerned for my family, just for myself. All I want to do is die. The absolutely only thing I can do now is pray to God to help me get through this. No one has come up with a cure, but when they do, I hope it will help many people and it will make me happy to see all those wonderful people continue on with their lives. I no longer hear people, I only hear myself. I do not want to see people, nor myself, because we look so hideous. Well, if I live till next time, I'll see you then.
Signed, Anna
#17B
1,) some symptoms of the black plauge is it started with a headache. Then chills and fever, which left him exhausted. he/she experienced nausea, vomiting, back pain, soreness in his arms and legs. Then they had to face death. 2.) The black plague spreads all over europe and just be adviced it could come to you. 3.) Your health should be very good eating and contain the right foods, and also stay in your house all the time. The only time you want to go out is to get food. 4.) When the plague hits you should pray to god, or your religion that you practice/teach.5.)you could clean your self or just say your good byes because you know you will die6.) I see people dieng all the time in towns and outside, i hear people yelling and screaming, i can feel people just pleeding for help and i can smell people from accross the town
ReplyDelete7b15
May 2, 2010-Florence, Italy
ReplyDeleteThe plague has spread. People are hiding in their houses to get away from it. Crops are unattended and dying. Famine is spreading. The plague is deadly. You receive it, you dead within days. My father got the plague yesterday. My mother ordered me to stay away from him. As my mother described it, my father first had lumps around his groin and armpits. Pus and blood came out of the lumps. He also was vomiting and had a headache and fever. That was yesterday. Today he has livid black spots on his thighs and arms. The vomiting has worsened and now he has a headache, fever and aching joints. Many are dying from this terrible illness. Although I am not a trained doctor, I believe the cause of this disease spreading so fast and over a vast amount of space is because we are all so famished so our bodies cannot fight off this disease. I am not sure of a cure but you have to start with the cause right? I believe this will all be over soon with the help of my Lord, Jesus. Hearing about the devastation of the cities it has already affected makes me hurt inside. I can’t help but think about how everything will be after the plague has finished sweeping through my city. My heart feels heavy. I don’t want my dad to die but I’ve heard about how most of the people who first receive it have died within three days. Today is day number two for my dad. Hopefully with the help from God, my father can live through this plague. Everyone in our town is hoping they will not get eaten by the monstrous plague. They hope none of their affected loved ones will die. If I look out of my window, some days I will see many bodies being during in a single ditch. I can smell the decaying bodies. It smells horrific. My town needs the help of God, Jesus. And the Holy Spirit, now.
May 31, 1348-Florence, Italy
The plague is still residing in my city, and so is the smell. The plague has spread to even more towns. My father passed away two days after my last writing. He lived a day longer than most. Not much has changed, except that the plague has grown even larger. More and more people die each day. I’m lucky that I am still alive. My uncle had caught the illness about a week after my father passed away. He had the same symptoms of the plague: the bleeding lumps, a headache and a fever. The only difference is that my uncle’s lumps bled more than my father. My father’s had more pus coming out, while my uncle’s lumps have blood rushing out constantly. I cannot believe me and my mother are still living. Nearly everyone I know has been killed by the plague. The smell is now unbearable. Many deep ditches have been dug and filled to the very top. It’s saddening to see so many bodies carelessly throw into a pit onto of other bodies. Some bodies are in houses. They just lay there, dead. No one will go near it except a courageous loved one. Many monks are dead from taking care of the sick so there are not a lot of things we can do for the sick and suffering. All we can do to cure them is pray. With the power of God this will all be over soon.
7a15
Dear Diary, April 9th, 1348
ReplyDeleteThere has been an outbreak of a new disease, the plague. Apparently, it's highly contagious. The roads are infected with viruses, and the air with diseases. I wonder before I go to bed, my children, my husband and I are going to make it for another week. Several of my friends, are highly infected. They have red sores all over their bodies. It's heartbreaking. People say fleeing up to the mountains, is the best way to avoid this plague and to receive fresh air. I will do whatever to save my family. This morning i woke up to eating a rather disgusting pickled onion. Again, I guess it's a remedy that works, supposedly. Today, i was walking through the streets. Their was a huge pile of rotting bodies. Piled up, they all were victims of the Black Plague. Hopefully, my family and I will go for another day, so i pray.
Dear Diary, April 11th 1348
Sad to hear, my husband is sick with a high fever, and rashes. I have been worried sick to my stomach. The children, cannot even go around their own father. Again, this virus is highly contagious. It tis for their own sake. I feel devastated. Within a couple hours, my children's father, my own husband, has become a victim of the Black Plague. My wonders, How did this become such a horrific complication? Most say Jews, and God. They say God has thrown an evil wrath of punishment on us for sin. I surely disagree. I pray that my husband will get better. The doctor says that he won't go for another day. There is no reasonable medication for this, yet. Hopefully soon though. I recently went through the streets, only surprised to see tracks of blood. Repenting, and whipping i guess would pay for the sins. Another remedy is to whip yourself, and to treasure the blood. Or suicide? I only pray to God every chance i get. All i wanted was a healthy family, and already, it's coming down after 3 years. Its hard to believe Florence is coming to a hideous end.
Any good advice?
sincerely,
20A
Dear Diary, 3 September 1349
ReplyDeleteI can hear 'em. The cries and screams of the dead souls underground, grasping for air as I dig up the pits. The pits of the dead are never-ending. Everywhere I go, I see them. I smell the rotting of the bodies and hear the grieving of their families as they see their loved ones for the very last time. I see the men and women of my city, on their hands and knees, praying, begging for this horror to end. First, it starts out as nothing much, just swell sin the armpit and groin areas. But then, ohhh how it gets much worse. Fever, pain and exhaustion. One day you see a person down the street waving to you, then a second later, you watch as he hits the hard, cold ground with his last breath. There are only a few of us now. I can always smell the aromatic wood burning in their homes to help prevent the plague from spreading to them. I try to keep my focus to walk pass all the dying men and women, straight to my house. I watch from the corner of my eye, the men who believe in superstitions such as whipping themselves. We believe that God is punishing us for turning
our back from him and whipping ourselves will be punishment enough. I cannot bear to stand this any longer. These cures and copes have become ridiculous.
Dear Diary 6 September 1349
As if this pain were enough? Now, this will be my last entry into you for I will soon be walking toward my own deathbed. Priests and many people have accused us, Jews, for the cause of this disgrace and disease. We are sentenced to death. I cannot believe that my own friends would believe in such belief. To accuse falsely! I nev'r would try to kill mankind. I was not part of this epidemic disease and nev'r will be. I will not escape. I will not die because of rejection in the world, but as a proud, Jewish man.
7B#25
28th of March, 1349
ReplyDeleteDear Journal,
It is morning and the sign of death is located everywhere. Dear mother is breathing her last with father beside her. I smell left over smoke from my brother's burnt clothing from his fire. I look outside my broken window and witness fear and terror from those who limp pass. I taste well-spoiled onions in my breath from supper. I finally hear silence from the women who lost their child from this, malicious disease. I feel empty inside, waiting for answers. Waiting for hope.
Sincerely,
Pauline
5th of April, 1349
Dear Journal,
It is dark. Father grows silent as we mourn over mother. May God bless her soul. Father is worried because my brother, Christopher has a fever. This began father's fear. His nightmare had risen. Father tries to show bravery, but I see in his eyes, he's terrified. I smell vinegar and fresh herbs used for Christopher's treatment. I see newly barried graves laying beside my mother's. I drink white wine father forces upon me for if, or when this devil's plague overshadows me. I hear Christopher's yells from pain and sorrow because he knows now that his days are numbered. And, today, I weep, for my happiness has left me and will never return. Now, my whole world is a witness to my father's nightmare.
Sincerely,
Pauline
7b #22
7B21 CONTINUED
ReplyDeleteMay 20, 1348
Exactly one week ago, my mother passed away. Father says the plague took her because she was depressed. Now, my family is praying more than ever, so God may uplift this dreaded curse from us. Other townspeople seem to think that by punishing themselves, they can pay back for our sins that caused this curse. They walk around the entire city every day whipping themselves. I can't even imagine the pain I will feel if I was one of the few remaining of the plague, watching all of my family and friends be buried under the earth.
7B21
Journal Entry One:
ReplyDeleteDear Journal,
Today the Black death had spread. Unfortunately my brother Robert has been infected. His entire body is covered in dark spots. He is weak and needs a lot of care. Robert has been having severe chills, fever, convulsions, and vomitting. I am sitting at his side watching him as he sleeps. It saddens me knowing he might not be able to recover. He is only fifteen and I am eighteen, he has a great life ahead of him, but now that the plague has spread, that future will sees to exist. I hope to spend as much time with him as I can. I don't know if this horrible illness my brother has is of God's doing, but my brother is a good person. I hear his moans at night when he is sleeping and his cries when he is awake. I have a feeling this plague has spread to him by others who have it. But unfortunately this disease has taken my brother and is not giving him back.
Journal Entry two:
Dear Journal,
My brother Robert is not progressing unfortunately. The disease has spread to me and my mother. I have the same agonizing symptoms that my brother and mother have. I am very worried of my father and my little sister Annabeth, she is only twelve. I don't know how my father and sister will live after we have passed. I hope they can move on with their lives and not at all be infected of the disease. I still don't know if this is God's doing as punishment, but I thought God loves us, he forgives us, doesn't he? But when it is time for my mother and brother to go, I shall go along with them.
7A#26
Dear diary,
ReplyDeleteIt has been 2 weeks since my brother has had the plague. He can hardly stand and I'm not able to visit him for fear that I might be the plague myself. It's scary to see him hallucinating along with my mom who's scared to death. He's never hungry and his body is slowly deterierating. It's scary to think that I too or my other family members could go too with this disease. My best friend has already passed and I feel extremely bad for her and her family. They haven't come out of their house since burying her body 6 ft under ground. This was three weeks ago and I don't know how they have food. My dad recently left a gift basket of food from our farm. The doctor came into town today with new medicines and herbs that I feel just might work. Our family still believes in God but some of the other towns people don't because thy don't understand why He would do something like this. We believe that God is punishing us for our sins so my parents go out with this clans that whip themselves to say sorry. They tell me that I'm too young but sometimes with my dogs leash I will whip my arm I think it's working because so far only my brother has the plague. At night we sometimes hear the bells announcing a new persons dead which affects my sleeping. Also, I hear the parents or loved ones of those who have died running around hallucinating like my mom. However, when the doctor came I she got better but still has some spurs. I hope I can write soon!
Dear diary,
The whole town has almost left my family. My dad and brother died a week ago. My mom and I are in morning so she recommend that I write in this journal. I'm said my dad had to die he was the one who taught me how to write while he taught my brother to be a scrip like himself. My brother and dad had a very sad death when they both started just not even being able to get up or do anything try pretty much died before me and my moms eyes. Luckly if we survive my dad saved preserved food and money for us to live on. My mom no longer foes out with those whipping clan but instead intensly prays day in and day out. The Alvie people in out town is very depressed and don't comboit much onthwor homes. Some have moved away hoping for a safer life , but no luck there so we've heard because the plague has moved everywhere. Some still believe God is the reasons this mess has cone about however, some believe it's about trading with others. Sometimes I feel lost in this world like I don't belong I. This world full of loss and hatred for some diesease that no one has a cure for. I hope their will be another time I can write soon.
7b30
- Victoria
Dear diary,
Dear Diary,
ReplyDeleteThe town has been peaceful, but three in this town have just gotten sick. Before they became infected, they were living a normal life. I see now on them, bumps, that have slowly been spreading, which started in the underarms. Often, I hear shrieks of people finding a family member infected with it. They should be getting better in a matter of time, so I am unconcerned.
Dear Diary,
More and more people are getting the bumps. It is spreading quickly, and most are dying after they get it. I am very worried that the Lord is punishing us all for our sins. Some have found possible causes and cures. Most uninfected people have been avoiding exposure to rain. Also, they are avoiding dirty air, and taking a bath. We also stay away from animals and Jews. New remedies for "the black death" are not bathing, bleeding to release un-pure blood, wearing an anti-plague ring, drinking fruit juices, and eating a pickled onion daily.
7a10
July 1, 1348:
ReplyDeleteIt’s frightening. I am afraid . Maybe I’ll be next. All around me people are dying. I hear young babes crying. I see sorrow and fear in every person. Everyone is desperate. They’ll do what ever it takes to find a cure. Even if it is the most vulgar solution imaginable. They’re killing Jews because they believe God is punishing them. My family hasn’t been affected yet but, I don’t know what I would do if they were. I can’t take the smell of misery and death that clings longingly to the once fresh and crisp air. None of this could possibly be any of our faults. None of us could have sinned enough to have been given this great of a tragedy. It was caused by the pure foolishness of the enemies. We should pray to God for his help. We just have to keep hope for what’s to come in the future. Hope. It’s all we have left.
July 7, 1348:
My brother is dead. My dear mother is dead. Even little Lucy is gone now. All of my friends have passed without even a final goodbye. It’s only Dad and I together now, but even he is becoming a victim to this terrible attack. I don’t know how much longer I have before I follow his lead. At least then I will be reunited with my family who I am missing very much. There are now even more people dead and the sight and odor that lingers has only gotten heavier. You can not even take a step out of your own house with out being hit by the worst, most disgusting awareness possible. Even the blind are affected by the sight that others bear. We are now all victim to this disease and if it does not cease soon we will be done with everything and everyone forever.
7B19
Entry one:
ReplyDeleteI see a big rash on me, i'm doomed! I see rashes, sores, and my skin is dark, they are so itchy. Many other people have the Black Plague, they are all trying scary cures to the rashes such as burning the sores with a red hot iron. I am fearing for my life, all of my family has already died from the illness. I am fearing death, but I know my Christain religion, and relationship with God will put me out of my misery.I think the cause of this outbreak was from Jew's poisoning our water wells. I think there will never be a cure!
Entry 2:
I am in so much pain right now! My whole body itches and throbs from my painful rashes. Now I am only with a few survivors in my town. Every where is see people crying because of their loved ones have passed away. I have gotten closer with my religion the past few days. I think I will die soon. I am becoming very scared and fearing death. I think this will be my last entry in my diary.
By: Theadore Herzl
7B29
Entry 1:
ReplyDeleteDear Diary,
Lately I have noticed the town to be quieter. Yesturday, my friend Annet and I made plans to play in the town's grasslands. (A place where the public comes to enjoy each other!) I was just about to leave for the grasslands when mother asked me where I was off to. I told her I was going to the grasslands to see Annet. Mother frowned and told me to sit down. I sat down and mother began to explain how Annet is very sick and the doctors do not know what she has. I grew very worried instantly. Despite the fact I was not going to see Annet, I went out to the street corner shop, where Mr. Lawrence sold his wares. Mother gave me ginger to trade for some bread. Mr. Lawrence smiled lightly and began coughing and wheezing. He looked extremely pale. I traded my ginger quickly, but Mr. Lawrence began coughing still holding my bread. He handed the bread to me and I ran home. The bread was eaten entirely along with stew by the family. After dinner, my brother Alfred said he was feeling sick. He started to look very pale! Mama called the doctor right away. I must be off to bed now.
Good bye
Dear Diary,
Hello again. Today has not been a better day at all. I was sent to the corner shop again and the shop sign said closed. A small prayer sheet was posted in honor of Mr. Lawrence because he died last night! I stared at it briefly and then started for the other market. The town seemed quiet as I walked. I jogged past some homes and heard screams and moans. This made me rather nervous! As I looked to my right I saw some workers filling a ditch with dirt. UGH! Something smelled horrible! They told me to stay away because decaying bodies lay inside. NO. This couldn't be possible! I looked at every street corner and signs with the words "BLACK DEATH" were posted on them! I skipped the market and went straight home. I ran inside and began to cry. Father came and hugged me. He cradled me with love. Suddenly, he whispered into my ear,"Your mother... and your brother Alfred,..-" He began to snuffle. Then he continued," They have the black death." I looked in horror. I was still, absolutely still. He told me they were up stairs in bed but I was not to visit them at all. I cried and cried. Was God punishing us? What was happening? People everywhere, were dying...
7A#24
Black Plague Diary Entries
ReplyDeleteEntry 1: Oct. 1st, 1348
This is the town of Birmingham. The plague hit us hard last week. About one hundred men, women, and children have died so far along. My two sons died last Thursday and my wife the day before. It all starts with swelling of the armpits and groin areas. Then the swells start to multiply all across the body turning black as they go. While experiencing this, the infected person has fever and is in pain as it seems. There is no treatment once infected but it is thought that if you whip yourself and do any other punishments in the name of the peoples’ sins, God will grant your freeness of the horror of dying in such a way. These people of God march through the streets proclaiming God’s word. I’m afraid the town will end up the way the ones before ours have ended.
Entry 2: Nov. 3rd, 1348
Our God isn’t a god anymore to the people of Birmingham. He is more of a criminal than a god for having sent this plague on us. He doesn’t even have the pity to kill us all right now for we fear this other horror more than that. The cures don’t work and nothing else will. We just wait here to die. I can see people dying right now. My neighbor, infected a day ago is passing away into God’s world. He rather hopes to go to Satin than God he tells me, and so does the rest of the town. Oh, it’s pitiful. The scream of horror when one finds out a loved one is dying. I can feel the fever coming on right now. I feel like I will like it in hell. Thought I fear it is better than heaven.
7a29
Mother- March 5,1348
ReplyDeleteAs I watch my 5 year old son get egg sized lumps all over his body. Everyday he gets more and more, and my heart just falls apart. Once every 4 days, I go to the town to find and hear about new cures. Our towns people have the exact same and some even higher cases of this miserable thing. I am just one of the few people who have not recieved it yet. I bought some flowers which are suppose to help. As iI smell them, I feel as if there is hope, even though there is none. My main concern is that I will die before my young child does. I believe that God is in destress and this is not his meaning, soon I pray that this hidious case will leave, never come back, and take no one with them. About two streets away from my home, I notice my good friend Loni has a very serious case. From over hearing that you are suppose to let a sick person into your home;which is exactly what I'm going to do.
April 7,1348
It has been about a month since my baby boy has died. The night I let Loni into my home, she died as well. Now I am offically alone. I have gotten a case of this disease and mostly all of my town is gone because of death. Many pits have been filled with the dead bodies. I hear and see children crying because their parent has just died and is being burried out of my window. If the same thing will happen to me as it did my son, I will have about 1 month to live. As I eat my pickled onion, which is another way the cure this disease, I ask myself if it is really going to work. It taste bitter and unpleasnt, the same thing I have been easting for about a month and a half now. As I try each cure one by one, they do not work. I now know that my days on this Earth and in this town are numbered.
7B10
1st Entry:
ReplyDeleteFlorence is quite frighful nowadays. As Major, my job is to keep this town in tip top and beautiful shape.
I organized the arival of chinese merchants to come for the yearly festival here in Florence Towne Square. This year there was a magnificent turn up. But two weeks after the festival,
many people are coming down with a strange case of bumps on their bodies. And yesterday, the word got around that many people's
bumps are turning black and they were dying. I am trying to figure out what this could possibly be. What is going on! I am so disheveld at the moment. I need to calm down.
Maybe this type of illness (or whatever it is) will not spread and those who are cursed, I should think, will recover.
Until then I will have to wait and see what goes on in Florence.
2nd Entry
I has been two months since I have written in my Journal. I have tried to figure out what is occuring. So many people are dying and even more
are coming up with the sickness...curse...Well, I still don't exactly know what this black death causer is. I have been calling around and discussing the matter with doctors. I talked to a doctor yesterday and he was explaining to me
that all he knew was that this black spotted problem is a type of illness and he is trying to find a cure or something to prevent it.
The doctor informed me that everyday before dinner I must eat a pickled onion and keep special herbs in my pocket. All
this will be done to keep the disease away from me and others. Oh, how I am so confused. I hear many people saying this illness is a cure
for our sins. But all I have to worry about now is trying my best to prevent the illness from spreading throughout Florence. I have told many people to stay inside as much as they can and follow the doctor's instructions. With luck, I
hope this black bumped illness will not spread anymore throughout beautiful Florence.
20B
January 7, 1348
ReplyDeleteFlorence as hit hard by the plague. The deadly symptoms drive people mad and cause them to whip and bleed themsleves. The symptoms consist of large boyles underneath the armpits and in the groin area. I think God is taking his wrath out upon us for our sinful ways. I, myself, have not yet been struck by the plague but my whole family has except for me and my little sister Julia. She is only 5 years old and I couldnt bear to see her come down with this illness. We eat a pickled onion every day in hope of preventing from this ailment. I smell the decaying bodies and I see them just about everywhere. I hear people reciting the Bible in hope of deliverance.
February 18, 1348
My whole family is dead includin my sister Julia. She caught the didease 2 weeks ago and was dead within 2 days. I buried them all with my own hands. The population has decreased at least 1500 people and I feel so alone. I almost wish to have the plague so I can be delivered from this catastrophe. No, I must liJanuary 7, 1348
Florence as hit hard by the plague. The deadly symptoms drive people mad and cause them to whip and bleed themsleves. The symptoms consist of large boyles underneath the armpits and in the groin area. I think God is taking his wrath out upon us for our sinful ways. I, myself, have not yet been struck by the plague but my whole family has except for me and my little sister Julia. She is only 5 years old and I couldnt bear to see her come down with this illness. We eat a pickled onion every day in hope of preventing from this ailment. I smell the decaying bodies and I see them just about everywhere. I hear people reciting the Bible in hope of deliverance.
February 18, 1348
My whole family is dead including my sister Julia. I buried them all with my own hands. The population has decreased at least 1500 people and I feel so alone. I almost wish to have the plague so I can be delivered from this catastrophe. No, I must live out my family name and not let their deaths be in vain. I am Charles Whittacker and I have so far survived the Bubonic Plague.
7A 22
I see people outside my window. All of them have masks over there faces. I open my window and hear cars honking and people screaming. It sounds to me either the people are screaming cause they have the plauge ,or because someone who has it is close by them. I smell smoke and puss in the air from the people. I feel sad for all the people I see. I can not even amagion myself being in their shoes.
ReplyDeleteI go down the elevator to my car to go pick up groceries. Almost everyone in the store has a mask on. When I get my groceries and am at the check out counter. She by the way does not have the mask. She asks me cash or check. When she bends over to get some bags her shirt comes up a little and on her back I see a red rash. I grab my groceries and run to my car. When I get home I take a three hour nap and when I wake up my thighs are red. Soon out the window I see people dropped deadon the street. When I wake up next morning I am getting black rashes on my arms. By now I feel very scared and feel lonely and do not know waht to do. It has finally been the average day you are supposed to die. I feel very weak and have a pretty much a full black rash all over my body. This is were the story ends. I am now in a graveyard. 7A08
December 2, 1348,
ReplyDeleteI awoke this morning to the sound of screaming. Since I have moved here to China from Florence, thinking to escape the Black Death, I have been shocked by the even higher death rates here. At first, I proposed that I would stay away from all the infected, but they are everywhere. They scream, and cry, and hold their loved ones. Though I do not know much Chinese, they seem to be yelling "the end of the world-something- upon us." It smells like sickness and desease everywhere I go and even the air tastes of sorrow. The people have grotesque black lumps on their bodies, mostly in their armpits, and on their necks, adn I am utterly repulsed. I hope my own family is all right, When I left, they were all healthy, but death strikes fast these days. It doesn't feel like winter season.
January 3, 1348,
I wonder each day why God would harm his children so. Does he punish us? Whatever did we do to deserve such fatal punishment? This musn't be it, and yet each day I see people praying, repenting, even whipping themselves to seek God's mercy. There must be another cure and prevention. Many remedies are practiced, but I believe in science. When a person is sick, we must avoid touching them or breathing in when around them. Doctors visiting patients should use something to cover their mouths. It seems that since the first outbreak, more and more people have been getting the plague. This seems as good a reason as any why.
I hope my own family is all right, When I left, they were all healthy, but death strikes fast these days.
(2000 years later)
I found this diary a few days ago. Curious about the information it held, I read through it. It was kept by a man named Arthur. It stops quite abrubtly so I am to assume he died. From the plague or another cause, I know not. He was a smart man, for now we know that contagion did spread the disease. Bless his soul and all those we lost to the bubonic plague.
-7b1l
June 1, 1348
ReplyDeleteToday I went over to Jimmy's house and while we were playing he fell. It looked like he hurt himself, so I went over to him to see if he was okay. On his leg was this apple-shaped buboe on his leg. Later that day when I got home I asked my parents about it. They went crazy and threw me in the bath. Mother was mixing herbs and throwing it in the bath. After that they started praying to God, but I just went to sleep.
June 30, 1348
I heard that Jimmy and his whole family are dead. I cried and cried until my parents told me to calm down. I have to eat these horrible pickled onions, but I will do anything to avoid that horrible plague. I'm not allowed to look outside, but I did last night and I wish I didn't. I saw people walking mindlessly through the streets. I also saw hundreds of bodies either being buried or burned. I hope this horror ends soon........
7a17
#1 Diary Entry: Back in the Middle Ages, there were a lot of diseases going around. These diseases did cause a lot of deaths. Some symptoms were headaches, fevers, stomachaches, coughing and sneezing.Some causes or cures were or are, antibiotics,bed rest,eat healthy, have an active day and walk a lot but try to spread your diseases. What you might see is bluriness and might not see as well.How you feel might be drousy/fatigue,nausea,and much more. You might not be able to smell much becuase you might have a cold and are sneezing a lot.
ReplyDelete#2 Diary Entry: Back in the Middle Ages some people did crazy things to feel better when they were sick.Some things were,eating fried onions before breakfast,eating healthy, and so much more. Human actions were not taking baths.
#3b 7B
Entry #1
ReplyDeleteMay 2, 1348
I was walking down the street going to see my friend, Sara, because her Mom and sister died of the Black Plague. I wanted to comfort her. When I reached her house, I knocked on the door, but nobody was home. The door was open so I went into the house and there was a note for me from Sara saying, “my family and I died, I love you lots and you have been a great friend”. I fell to the ground and in a moment I had puddles of tears on the ground. I was worrying about my family. Are they going to live or die of the Black Plague? People, people, and people were dying of the Black Plague just in days. My family and I are doing all of the methods like breathing the smell of sewage or burning all of your clothes and personal belongings. These are just some of the methods. I’ve been wondering if God is punishing us or just doing it for fun?
Entry #2
April 25, 1348
A girl named Rose is an orphan now because her family died along with all of the people in the town. She is lonely since she has nobody and she wants her family and friends back. She wants to find a cure for the Black Plague. She is trying to find a cure by using herbs, plants, and foods to make a medicine. She is really working very hard to cure the Black Plague. Her sister died of just having a cold. All she had was a runny nose, a cough, sneezing, a rash and she wasn’t eating very much. There is not an emotion to describe what Rose is feeling.
7B05
Diary May 10, 1348
ReplyDeleteI am sick of this! First my uncle dies of this plague, and now my mom has got it. I get the pleasure of eating a pickled onion every morning, and it is one of the worst foods I have ever eaten. It has an Ugly sour taste that makes me want to throw it away, but mom makes me eat it. When she watches me while I eat it I look at her and her skin is darker than coal. It looks like she has been sitting by the fire and the ashes jumped on her. My stomach feels so uprooted when I see her big neck. Her neck looks as though giant eggs are laying on it. She is the only one left standing of her five brothers ad sisters. I hope that is not where I stand a little ways down the road…
Tomas Grant.
Diary June 10, 1348
I woke up this morning and all I saw was black.Black skin, black smoke and black ash. The word has consumed my life. I feel as though the world is ending and I am watching it happen. I feel as though the ash covered walls are going to fall down, and I will be sitting in my room looking out at a deserted world, with smoke rising from the black ground. I smell ruins of burnt people, the jews. If they should be the reason for the common way of life to come to a holt as we know it, I don’t know.Anything to get out of this mess.
Tomas Grant.
7b #2
Diary entry 1,
ReplyDeleteAugest 5,1348
well I's a happend the black plague is hear.Me mom and dad have got it, they've got ter go to the sick homes. So now its just me and my brother and my sister. my brother has a job working fer a black smith. The one who've got the plague have black bumps on them all over. some er us ben prayin 4 times a day to not get the plague. Now people are scared to go and play and have fun they think thell get the plague.
7a02
January 1:
ReplyDeleteThese last days have been devastating. All around me men, women, and children fall dead. Every day I wonder if it will be the last. The pain through out my body is so great I am not sure if living is worth it. Swelling the size of an orange has appeared on my back. I have terrible fevers and I am completely weak and sore. I am not alone yet. My daughter is still alive but struggles to live everyday. When will this madness end? Today I live, but what about the next day?
Febyary 1:
Today Anne, my daughter has passed away. Now I am completely alone. Why has God done this to me? Does he like to see me miserable? Maybe I deserve this for all my sinning. The only cure for this is for God to help us. The streets are completely quiet with dead bodies everywhere. There is not one living thing on this block except for me. Well today is my birthday so I am going to celebrate the little time I have left.
7b24
Sorry internet went down
September 16, 1348
ReplyDeleteDear Diary,
I think that Oliver, my most dear friend, has the Black Death. He has something on his back, which appears to be a giant bubble. It's getting darker and darker everyday. I feel bad not visiting him everyday when he isn't at school, but I fear that he may pass the bacteria on to me. Although, I love Ollie, he does give me a fright sometimes. I do not want to die at such a young age, for I am only a young girl.
Ollie has also been confusing me lately. When I ask him if he would like to join me at church, he will either become angry or be so pleased as to he won't even say a word to me for the whole service. Every night, before I must enter sleep, I pray to God. I plead that he will cure Oliver without putting him to a permanent rest. I hope that he brings himself to health.
Sincerely,
Cassidy
September 28, 1348
Dear Diary,
Yesterday, Oliver admitted that, indeed, he does have the Black Death. This morning, I went to go see how he was doing. When I went to visit him and his family, his mother told me the most terrifying thing ever. I went into a deep depression. I do not know how to live any longer. Why did the wash of vinegar and rose water not result quicker. I was hoping on going to the show with him soon. I knew half the town was killed by Black Death, and I had thought about how miserable I would be if something horrible happened to Oliver. Oh how long he has been waiting to be relieved from this horrible disease, but he didn't want it to end like this.
I have not stopped crying since this morning, for my most dear friend can no longer be cured. I will never find another friend like him. He was the most prodigious person I knew. I can never forget him. Now Oliver is stuck with those horrible agglomerations on his neck and back. I never fancied this idea of him, having a disease with the word death in the title. I hope he enjoys his new home. We will all miss him down here. I will think of him everyday, and long for the day when I get to move in with him, my soul mate. Rest In Peace, Ollie.
Sincerely,
Cassidy
7B18
Dear Diary,
ReplyDeleteMy mom crying from the struggle she fears. Praying to God, praying that we will survive no matter what.Tasting the poluted air that everyone breathes in even children. Hearing people down deep calling my name waiting for me to die. Waiting for a cure that will help are families. Never in the world I thought I get here, and the emotions we are feeling that we never felt before.
Dear Diary,
The moment I thought would never happen was my mom getting pregnant again. Sitting here next to her makes me feel worried that she wont survive. Being here is making me scared every minute. Praying for my mom and that baby. The soul in me knows, know one is going down deep. We all love eachother and were not letting that go. Im smelling the deep down dirty and nasty of the earth, fearing im not going down there hearing them crawl up slowly. Save us God epecially my mom!
7B01
Dear Diary, March 15, 1348
ReplyDeleteIt has been almost two months since Florence has been hit with this horrible thing. All my friends and their families have been affected by it in some way. People have been calling it the Black Plague because when you have it, you get big, swollen, black blisters that cover your body. No one really knows how it all started, but the council thinks it was those filthy Mongolians that traveled through our town in December. I am terribly scared that Hannah and Adam will get this 'Black Plague' because it kills you after a couple of days. Also, I am worried that Florence will never be the same after. What is the black plague never leaves and kills everyone. I have no idea what I will do. My husband and I were thinking about moving to the mountains and hills to get away from all of this. We must try and think of everything that would protect and save our children. I'll write more soon...
With Love, Delaney
Dear Diary, April 30, 1348
It's me again. I am so sorry I haven't written in you for so long. Horrible things have happened. We haven't moved yet because we couldn't find a place to stay. On the other hand, everything had gone wrong. My little baby Adam has come down with this the Plague. John and I are doing everything we can, but nothing has helped. Surprisingly, and gratefully, Adam had not died yet. I can barely look at him though. He is weak and disturbing, it breaks my heart. I don't know why God would do this to me. After villagers started dying back in January, I prayed 5 more times a day that my beloved family would not get "hit" by it. Although I believe God has a plan and will save Adam, I am partially blaming him because if he truly loved us then he would never put us through this horror and hurt my baby. When going into town i have noticed that my friends are not talking to each other or gathering to pray. At first i was confused, but now I understand why. Another thing I hate to say is that when walking to our house the other day, I heard Maggie and her husband crying. Recently her twins were born and now i think they're gone. I am terrified! If Adam dies I will suffer immensely. All I can do now is pray to God to stop him from hurting my baby boy.
With Love, Delaney
7B04
May 1,1348
ReplyDeleteDear Diary,
Lately there have been a lot of people getting sick. No one thinks of it as a problem, but I think its more than that. People are coughing and the many affected are starting to get these black spots all over their body. Because of this sickness I fear that my family could possibly contract this sickness.
May 22,1348
Dear Diary,
Finally today the local medics have developed a name for the disease that has affected most of the townspeople. They are starting to call it the Black Death. Everyday there has been 2-5 people that have died for this horrible disease. Everyone is starting to worry about himself or herself but the only concern I have is for my family and my five peasants. The townspeople have blamed God for this epidemic that he has cursed them for all their wrongdoing, but I think it is because in the town we let those dirty mice in to our houses. My only job for now is to keep my family safe even if it is only for a little while longer.
7A #28
May 2, 1348.
ReplyDeleteOur city's numbers are dropping at a rapid pace. This plague is sweeping the streets clean of bodies. Most say it is God punishing us for our nasty sins. I don't believe our Good lord would give us such harsh conditions to learn by. I have seen more reenactments of the cruxificion in the past months than ever before in my life. They believe it will help to show our lord we still love him. ..
May 27, 1348.
Sorrow and repentance is all that seems to fill our once beautifal town. I am scared I will not live to see the end of this Death, or that there won't be anything left to see when its all over. Many new cures and preventions have erupted, as people are very desperate to survive. Public gatherings such as ceremonies have limited amounts of people to prevent spread. Possessions and clothes of those infected must be burned to save others. Many say this could be the world. Our city has suffered severely and population has dropped to about three fifths of its size before the plague. Those infected have buboes all over their bodies and skin turns a cold black. I fear that soon we won't have enough to enforce the laws that could be somewhat working to save us, as we it could be worse... I hope the best for our town and wish that we will survive the end of this plague...
7A1