Eurycleia's+Diary

Dear Diary, June 1, 2000 B.C This is my first time writing in this journal. I will tell you, Diary, about myself! My name is Eurycleia, meaning broad fame,and I am Master Odysseus', King of Ithaka's, wet-nurse. At first, I raised Master Odysseus and now, I take care of his son, Telemachus. I still remember how I got to Master Odysseus' house. I was a very young girl and my grandma, Peisenor, told me to go with the man and call him Master Laertes, Master Odysseus' father. The clinging of the smooth gold coins sliding against each other and the rumble of the rocks underneath the pearl white chariot, brought me to tears but I'm happy here! Though Master Odysseus is at war, I will follow his instructions carefully and make sure Telemachus and Lady Penelope is safe. Master Laertes treated me as his wife though i was not his real lover. Anticleia, meaning anti fame, was his real wife. She gave birth to Odysseus but I rasied him. Though I am not his mother, I raised him and will continue to raise him as my own.

Dear Diary, June 2 2000 B.C Why, oh, why did dear Master Odysseus have to leave? He's been gone for many years now and while everyone is reunited, Odysseus hasnt returned. Has we gotten lost? Or run away? Or worse, left this earth.This catastrophe has struck this palace and created a chain of bad events. Even though now seems like little, I have a feeling this war means trouble. Today was a normal day. Everything was going smoothly and Lady Penelope was very happy with Baby Telemachus! But then, Men came to the door. We invited them in as usual but the troubles they have brought us has made the Palace of Odysseus greatly regret inviting them in. They seemed very nice but then the 'leader' of the group ask a very odd question for Lady Penelope. He said "Dear Lady Penelope, This has been a wonderful time. I thank you deeply for letting us stay for dinner but I have a proposal. King Odysseus hasn't been back for a long time now and the odds show that he is probably dead! We, Penelope, are asking you to choose one of us, to be your groom. Pick one of us or you'll die alone without a man to take care of you, fragile, fragile Penelope." to which Penelope replied, "Odysseus is not dead and I will not marry any of you. Ever."

Dear Diary, June 3 2000 B.C The wooers have stayed overnight. They order Odysseus' servant to do their dirty deeds. They slay our beasts and waste the substance Odysseus has gathered. I cry to the greatest of the gods. To the god, Zeus, to bring dear,dear Odysseus home. While I sacrifice my best mule, the men ask Penelope again, "Penelope, its been a day now. Can you choose one of us to be your groom? Odysseus is dead! We will stay here to waste all you substance and slay all your beasts until you choose one of us to hold your hand in marriage." "Fine," replied Penelope to my surprise. "I will choose. After I finish my weave of cloth for Father Laertes. He is old now and he needs to keep warm!" The wooers stay anyways. Lady Penelope is a smart Little lady. Everyday, when the wooers are here, she works on the cloth. When the wooers leave though, she unweaves the cloth and starts again the next day. I knew she would be loyal to Odysseus! The men though, they are our real problem. Please Odysseus, please come home.