Penelope's+Diary

May 21, 1630 B.C.

Dear Journal,

Greetings everybody. My name the fairest Penelope, wife of Odysseus .Times have not been going so well I the ten years Odysseus has been gone, but we try to stay strong in the land of Ithaca. I am hoping to see my husband soon. Eurycleia my faithful servant has been helping me through these tough times, by looking after my young son Telemachus, while I take care of the wooers, ruining our lives and disgracing the house that once belonged to the renowned Odysseus.

Odysseus has now been gone for twenty years battling in the war of Troy. I think about him day and night, wondering if one day, my husband will return home to me. With saying that, with every passing day and every passing night, i get less and less confident that he will return home to me. I love my husband dearly and will never betray him, not for anyone in this world! Times have not been the same since the moment Odysseus left. It gets harder to get through every day. I wake up and go to our front door and look around, just to see if he is waiting to greet me but day after day up am disappointed. I know that I sound crazy doing this every day, but it gives me that little bit of reassurance throughout the day. well that is all that i have to say for know. Until tomorrow dear journal.

From, The dearest Penelope

May 22 1630 B.C.

Dear Journal,

My day has been very stressful as today the wooers have retuned and wasted all of my goods today. They have had it with my not answering them in marriage. I tried to stop them but it has been no help. They went so forth with their decision and just thinking about it brings tears to my eyes. Excuse me for a minute while I regain my strength…,

I have thought for a few hours, of how i can eliminate the wooers from my home, but nothing has been working. I have tried reasoning with them, threatening them and even trying to through them out with help from the guards. Telemachus has been trying to help me as he can see that I am in much dismay. These wooers are very close to ruining this very house it is crumbled even more everyday.

I feel truly sorry for my son, Telemachus because haveing to live with the pain that he only knew his dearest father for a few short days. He also has to help me deal with the wooers, Antinoos and Eurymachos. He says that he is fine with if, but I can tell and fell the hurt that he is feeling. On top of thinking of all of the problems I have with the wooers, I have to think of how i can comfort my son, find out a way that he can feel more accepted. I will now think of how I can help my son in whatever way i can. I will return tomorrow with the progress that I have made.

From, The dearest Penelope

May 23 1630 B.C.

Dear Journal,

In the past few days, I have told you a lot of information regarding what is going on in my life, but now I am going to tell you son background information about myself. I am the wife of the king of Ithaca, Odysseus and daughter of Icarius and his wife Periboea. My life is constantly being threatened by these wooers, but i am some how able to pull through. On Odysseus's return, disguised as an old beggar, he found that I have remained faithful. I have devised tricks to delay her suitors, one of which is to pretend to be weaving a burial shroud for Odysseus's elderly father Laertes and claiming that I will choose a suitor when she has finished. Every night for three years, I undue parts of the shroud, until some unfaithful maidens discover her chicanery and reveal it to the suitors. I have now told you about some key factors that involve me. Until next time dear diary.

From, The dearest Penelope