RHRam
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I was the young housekeeper of a modest country estate in England in the early 1800s. I believe my name was Rachel Maria, and that people called me Maria. It's possible that I was a cook-housekeeper, because I recall spending a lot of time in the kitchen, preparing food for the family I served. Or perhaps it was part of my duties to help the cook prepare scented and flavoured waters, pickles, and baked goods. The lady of the house, a kind but reserved woman, came down to the kitchen to oversee or even lend a hand in food preparation before dinner parties. The lady had two daughters, very close in age who often dressed and styled their light brown hair identically. She might have had other children, but I don't remember them.
I delegated tasks to three or four house maids, two of whom were at least the same age as I was when I became housekeeper (about twenty-five), and were often surly, because they didn't like taking orders from a younger woman, even if I outranked them. The servants in this house did not wear any kind of uniforms, like the black dresses that many maids of yesteryear seem to have worn; they wore practical, modest gowns with shawls crossed over their bodices. Because I was the highest-ranking female servant, I was allowed to wear finer garments, sometimes even things the lady of the house no longer wanted.
I don't remember a great deal more from this life, only what was grown in the large kitchen garden, some of the work I did, such as keeping accounts, in my sitting room (I had my own windowless sitting room, which I lit with rushlights), some of the clothes I wore, goings-on in the kitchen, helping the lady of the house and her daughters to dress on occasion, and other little things.
I delegated tasks to three or four house maids, two of whom were at least the same age as I was when I became housekeeper (about twenty-five), and were often surly, because they didn't like taking orders from a younger woman, even if I outranked them. The servants in this house did not wear any kind of uniforms, like the black dresses that many maids of yesteryear seem to have worn; they wore practical, modest gowns with shawls crossed over their bodices. Because I was the highest-ranking female servant, I was allowed to wear finer garments, sometimes even things the lady of the house no longer wanted.
I don't remember a great deal more from this life, only what was grown in the large kitchen garden, some of the work I did, such as keeping accounts, in my sitting room (I had my own windowless sitting room, which I lit with rushlights), some of the clothes I wore, goings-on in the kitchen, helping the lady of the house and her daughters to dress on occasion, and other little things.