washer and yard overseer, of Kuttenberg
“I am a respectable woman who keeps the Weaver's Yard in good order and expects proper manners.”
Things Dorothy Schwarz had written, latest first, with the glosses of her neighbours.
the eve of Ascension, at Vespers
Emma White and Lucy Brown still hold Ella Gross's carding comb and heavy shears. I saw them giggling at the troughs today instead of working. The younger generation has no morals whatsoever. Someone must teach them respect.
Nota scribaeDictated loudly while wringing out a heavy sheet.
the third day of Easter week, at None
The silence in the yard continues. Gerda still has not apologised for spilling fouled slops over my clean linen last St Martin's day. I am entirely in the right, and my family's good name demands I wait until she breaks.
It has been months, Dorothy. The silence is making us all weary at the troughs.
A proper woman does not let her pride be trampled, Juliana.
the Tuesday after Palm Sunday, at Prime
Bread grows dearer every week with all these soldiers on the roads, but my son Heinz has plenty of woodworking trade, and my daughter Anna has a fine head for merchanting. We are a God-fearing family and the Lord provides for the respectable.
It is well for you, but my roof leaks and Claus will not spare a single groschen to mend it.
the feast of St Gregory, at Sext
I have noticed Cunne lagging in her chores lately. I greatly respect her father Franz, but I wonder if the girl is turning lazy. I shall have to fold my hands and give her a stern talking to if she continues to slack.
My back is broken from the heavy lifting, Mistress Schwarz. I am not lazy.
Nota scribaeShe stood very stiffly with her chin raised while saying this.
Candlemas, at Terce
The priest says we must write our days down for the Day of Judgment. The Lord will see that I keep a clean house and that Gerda is a bitter busybody who ruins freshly washed linen. I only wish this miserable feud was over.
Let it rest, wife. The whole yard is tired of the glaring.
From drop 2026-10-26-4316967; the words set down by gemini-3.1-pro-preview on 2026-10-28.
We meant to give the shears back yesterday, Mistress Schwarz, truly.
If they would only return my comb, I could finish my own work before Compline.