We, at the ITP (Inquisitors of Tomorrow's Past), had received these weblogs from an old farmer who discovered them in his basement. He insisted that these weblogs must be shared with the world and we agreed. We have yet to discover who this Mary was but we believed she was more than one person and we believe all these Marys are pioneers for humanity's intelligence and they should be heard.
Here are their weblogs from the past. 01
From: Mary's Home Diary
Date: March 1800
Tonight, when my husband arrived home with demands for dinner, I pleaded with him and described all the work I had to do in a single day – taking care of two children with one sick in bed; taking care of his mother who was also in bed after breaking her ankle supervising my duties; washing, ironing, mending the entire family's clothes; and various chores that he had always insisted was my duty as his wife. He glanced at my stained skirt, dishevelled hair and tired face and said, "Bring me my dinner at once, woman or I will turn you out." I wanted to argue if I am to leave he would have more problems but I was dead tired. With a smile, I brought him a piece of raw meat on a dinner plate and then I went to bed.
02
From: Mary's Study Notes
Date: April 1890
How ignorant I was to believe I am equal to the men. They gawked, they played pranks - I do not like having my skirt pulled up nor being carried out of a classroom like an object that needed discarding - and most of all, they did not show me any kindess. I often retreated to my solitary room and wrote and wrote until my hands had loosened my rage.
Calling them scoundrels is probably kind. How I wanted to kick them in their male parts and say, "I am merely checking to make sure you are a man. Is that not a requirement to study here?" But I do nothing because I am kinder and smarter than they are and I am in charge of the keys to all the labs. Should one of them delay in their assignments and need the use of the labs, I shall make myself scarce as it is what they perferred.
03
From: Mary's Physician Logs
Date: March 1900
During a day when five of our male doctors were out sick, a man in excruciating pain in his nether region came in and requested a physician. When I went to examine him, he insisted he on a male physician. I smiled and went onto to treat other patients.
At noon, when I went to check on him, he was pale and sweating. I asked if I can offer my services but again, he insisted on a male physician so I left him and went on to treat other patients. I learned the man was kicked by a horse so at least, he wasn't contagious.
Before I leave for the night, the man called me over and asked if I could take a look at him. I said, "I am sorry but I can only treat patients during the hours that I am allotted and those had passed. It is a rule I cannot break or else I cease to be a physician. You should know this since you are one of the many who voted on that rule." Then I went home but not before I leave, I instructed one of the orderly to give the man some painkillers and to make sure a doctor check on him first thing in the morning. I may be frustrated by the man and what he represented but I prefer to be kind.
(*These are fictitious posts*)
