HSIE Letter To Home

Dearest Lucy,

I fear that my dream of returning home to London is comming to a close. Father comes home each day grummbling about something. Every day when I ask him about the days dighe shoots me a frosty stare and sends me away telling me to mind my own bussines and stop being a nosey parker! Ever since we left London he’s never been quite the same old dear that he used to be, blocking out anyone anyone who cares for him. Lucy, dear, don’t tell myther about this as I know it would break her heart. Life is tough here already. Don’t give me any more worries.

No matter how much you pester me I can never give you an honest answer about fathers health as I truley do not know, as for mine the only thing I suffer is loneliness. I have tryed to make friends, really O have but I donb’t have your flair for people. I promise that IU’ll keep on trying but that dosen’t mean a friendship is bound. When I write to you sister, I feel that I can truley let out my thoughts. Thank you.

When I step outside of our tent all I can see is sweaty men, working, away, children, running around, dodging the miners on the fields. I hear the loud clanks of metal andthe occasional cry for joy when I man finds gold. The putrid smell. The dry food .The hot sun beating down on my sunkissed back and my clothes are nowhere near suited for the climate. But thinking of you, mother and all the gold out there, it makes my heart leap for joy.

I’m sorry for the silence, I know I haven’t written for a while but money is a issue. With no gold I fear thatthis may be the last time I write to you. I know that reading this will make your kind heart want to do something but please, sister, I urge you not to. Don’t make the same mistake I did. Stay in London with mother, for comming out here will onlybring you great sorrow. Life for girls here is tough. Please stay.

From your dearest sister

Elizabeth

A Child’s Diary from the 1850’s

17th May, 1855

Today was just another hard, tiring day on the Bathurst goldfields. Again, Mother expects me to do some housework like milking the cow, washing the dishes and collecting the eggs. Father often calls me to help him pan for gold. It is very fun, and my favourite part of the day, as I only get to help pan for gold once in a while so I count it as a treat. Meanwhile, housework is compulsory and happens daily. My little sister is too young to help. I hope she’ll grow up quickly so I can have some help with these chores.

Father has only found a few specks of gold. They are not enough for us to make our fortune. We need a big gold nugget. My sister cries nearly all day. She isn’t well fed and doesn’t have a comfortable bed but no one in our family has these privileges. Fortunately, we have just enough money to keep us alive but Father is running out of money fast because of the expensive monthly fee. Troopers are constantly checking miners for mining licences and I have seen many people fined or punished for not having a licence.

There are so many disadvantages of living here. The lack of food and water is bothering us all, but even when we do have some, it can be contaminated. There are lots of easily spread diseases on the goldfields so we must be careful. The smell is awful and it is getting worse and worse, smelling like urine, animal dung and rubbish.

I must get ready for another hot boring day tomorrow, so I am going to dinner now. I can smell mutton, so I guess that’s all we’re having.

Gold License

At school we have HOTS activities to do during literacy groups. These are activities that need research and imagination. We had to complete 10 of them. Mrs Cairn set us an assignment to complete 3 of these at home and the other 7 at school. I chose to make a gold digging license.

I started of creating the license on PowerPoint and this took a long time because I had to do research on the internet of what they look like. I used my own ideas and included what I had seen. I then printed this out and let the ink dry. The next morning, when Mum had tea, we saved the teabag. We squeezed all the tea out of the bag into a bowl. We got a brush and did a light coat of the tea over the gold license. We let that dry for a day. The next day Mum got a match stick and lit it. She burnt the paper on the sides to make it look like it was old and burnt a bit. It looked really cool. I gave it to Mrs Cairn and both teachers said it looked really good. I really liked making the gold license.Gold License - HOTS Part A NO.10

Rose’s Diary Entry-By Erin

22nd April, 1855-Grandmama’s Birthday

Dear Diary,

Life in the goldfields is rotten! Work, work,work is all we do now. Ma and Papa and Tony are working from 6 o’clock in the morning until 7 at night, but today we will stop work and celebrate Grandmama’s birthday! Damper and mutton tastes horribly poor now, as we eat it nearly every day, but today we will have mutton with onions and gravy!

School is fine but poor Xing Chang has moved back to China with her family, unsuccessful in the goldfields. A drought has started to come now and water is scarce so we have stockpiled our food and water, hoping for the best.

My family are still unsuccessful in The Gold Rush, but I’m sure we will find our fortunes. When we do, we will go back to Canada and see Grandmama Gail and Aunty Sally again but for now we are prisoners in the goldfields…

Life on the goldfields as a child – Josie

To dear my beloved Grandmama,

Life has been such a struggle lately, I’m only 12 years old and I feel as stressed as a middle aged woman. Mama and Papa have been making me dig and cradle all day long, it’s the only way we can afford to survive here. Mama sad that once we had scraped up enough money to be able to come to the goldfields, we would spend no more then two weeks there and come back home with enough gold to be millionaires. It has now been a month and all we have found is a speck of gold, which is barely enough to buy a nice necklace Grandmama! I have gotten barely enough sleep the entire time we’ve been here, thats understandable through considering I sleep on a dirty old rag and all i can ever hear is the crashing and banging of miners furiously searching for gold. I’m not sure how much more of this I can take Grandmama, I have cried everyday we have been here when Mama and Papa aren’t around. I miss everyone at home so much and I feel like you’re the only person I can express my feelings to, I don’t want Mama and Papa to find out how i really feel because I know that will only make them feel terrible. I know that my parents are trying hard to make me happy but all I want is to be back at home in our small cottage, I don’t care if we’re rich or not I just want my old life back. I miss and love you so unbelievably much Grandmama and I really hope that Mama and Papa will decide to come back home soon because all I want to do is see you in person and give you a great big hug.

Lots of love, your favourite granddaughter Clarice xxx