Jake Luklly's Short Story

It’s the 19th century; I have just married Jake Luklly. He was coming back to Nebraska to tend to his parents farm. Him and my brother were childhood friends and my Papa adored him. When we were little children he used to sneak through the garden to play with my brother. His farm then was fairly close until they moved further north. Being the younger sister, I could never keep up with the boys. I continued to trip on my dress when they ran. I remember that day like it was yesterday. Mama scolded me for ripping the new dress she had just sewn up for me from scraps of her finest dress she grew out of. She saved it just for me. My brother and Jake never paid attention to me. Always left me alone to play with my dolls. Papa told me that they were
Jack one day went into town; I sat on the porch in my mama rocking chair waiting for his return. He pulled up in his wagon and I realized how much joy I had in seeing him. He walked right passed me and into the house. I wondered what I have done to up set him, but that night he asked my Papa for my hand in marriage. With joy my papa said yes. Our little wooden house that now seems we have grown out of felt to be rocking along to the sound of my families cheering.
Jake didn’t want to wait to be wed, he felt he has out stayed his stay and should be headed to his farm. So the next day we were married. We had the biggest feast; we slathered our fattest hen and gathered most of the garden vegetables, and opened my father finest gin. Mother and I Prepared the meal while the men roared with delight in the other room. The house was lit with millions of candles mother wanted it to be bright as the sun on my last night at
I noticed how abandoned the farm was. It needs much work. Jake told me about his parent’s death. And how now I am the only family he has. I knew what I had to do. Jake was responsible for the outside and I had to tend to the house. We unloaded the wagon and walked up to the house. It was way bigger then my parent’s home. This house can have fit three of them inside of it. Jake told me it was built in the finest wood that was available in his town. When the doors and windows were open the house came to life. Dust flew with the gust of wind that came in. As a married lady I was the woman of my own house now. It’s my job to make this home for my husband and me. Jake went out to tend to the yards and animals. And I started repairing the house. I like candles in the rooms to burn most of the dust smell. The sun just wasn’t doing its job today. I heated water in a pan to scrub the walls and floors. After all the dust was gone, I heated more water and gathered all the fabrics to clean them. When I was hanging the fabrics on the line I watch Jake feed the horses he looked so busy. Once the house was done I went out to his mothers garden. It needed much help also. I gathered all the vegetables that were ready. Pulled up the weeds that have grown over the time it was not tended to. Golfers poked their heads out, curious with whom was out in their garden. I was on edge, I was afraid of snakes and if there were weeds mice and golfers there