Sunday, February 10, 2019
From the journal of Edna Krouner :: Edna Krouner Journal short story
From the journal of Edna Krouner On September 17th, 1908, at the brisk hour of 630 a.m., Miss Edna Krouner of Wakefield Rhode Island boarded a train for Poughkeepsie, New York.. About to stick her sophoto a greater extent year at Vassar college, Edna flirted with two central questions How quickly could she descend back asleep, and would anyone nonice the snag she had just made in her crude grey skirt? The confident thunk of heavy luggage settles Edna into the train compartment. A small, exasperated emit issues from her round mouth. Edna was the type of girl who thought women should groan in public if they wished, only maybe in a more polite and refined fashion than those Yale boys she had to dance with on football weekends. pelage and baggage successfully arranged in the seat, Edna waits for the sharp, familiar shock of the whistle, the tawdry lurching of the wheels first revolutions, and and then, the steady calm of motion finished the hazy New England morning. Stretchi ng into her train compartment, Edna wonders if maybe Muriel would arrive this morning, and then the two of them could walk downtown to purchase furnishings and sundries for their rooms, returning to a party of picture hanging and new gossip. If only we didnt have to go to that undeserving chapel all the time , Edna writes in her journal. A journal, mind you, not a diary. Diaries might do for flighty girls, but as a young lady off to college, Edna was determined to write in a journal. Thinking of chapel, Edna groans again. She knew that as soon as a cozy labor had assembled in her room, they would all be called to procession. Besides, chapel only served to keep us quiet and bored for a set period each solar day. As Edna writes many times, the simple fact persists that chapel is stupid bother suprs her eyes to wander, and Edna glances out the window to realize that the Hudson forms a smaller thenar now, a fainter, delicate version of itself as the train clacks and clings away, s oothing her into the curlicue of almost sleeping. Edna had stayed last night with her cousin Anna in Palisades Park in the lead heading on to Poughkeepisie. They talked in Annas room until 1 in the morning, think over deep and exciting issues of the day, to quote Ednas journal once again.