As the moon has changed, Julia [the cook] has gone to making soap again. She is a strong believer in the moon, and never undertakes to boil her soap on the wane of the moon. "”t won't thicken, mist'ess — see if it does!” She says, too, we must commence gardening this moon. I have felt a strong desire today that my captured boys might come back. Oh, how thankful I should feel to see them once more safe at home!
SOURCE: Dolly Lunt Burge, A Woman's Wartime Journal, p. 45-6