Monthly Archives: May 2012

Thomas’s Maths Homework: Nets for a Cube

This week’s task was to work out which nets would make a cube and which would not.


Guest Blogger Rohan from Hastoe reports from London in 1666

More news just in from roving guest reporter Cameron in Hastoe

Stop Press: Great Fire of London News just in from Guest Blogger Thomas W in Hastoe

Guest Blogger from Hastoe: Abbie’s Eyam Diary

Dear Diary,

Today I watched my best friend being buried. It was horrible I watched as they laid her in her tomb. I had to choose the words to go on her tomb stone because all the other family members had already died. I wrote:

Goodbye beloved friend. I may be soon joining you in heaven. I am sorry for all the times I was mean. Date of death 26 October 1665.

Oh Diary I wish I knew what was causing the plague and hope it ends sooo. I still miss my poor mother. I wanted to visit her tomb stone today, but when I got to the entrance of the grave yard there were guards who said I couldn’t go in.

That’s all for now


Guest Blogger from Hastoe: Oscar J’s Eyam Diary

Dear Diary,

Summer 1665

Today my friend Alex the tailor died a week after he got a parcel delivered to him. There was a horrible black egg sized boils all over him and he was puking totting smelling sick. So we had a meeting to decide what to do and Rector Mompesson made us stay here instead of fleeing to Sheffield…..

Winter 1665

People are dropping like flies. I mean only last month my sister died with terrible swellings and dark patches all over her. I still think we should of gone to Sheffield. We got food by people leaving food outside the village then we leave money in a tank of vinegar for them to collect. Anyway bye for today.

November 1666 been here for nearly a year and a half. I still haven’t died. It must be a record, wait, oh no I think I’ve got the plague ….. ugghh [the manuscript ends abruptly with a large pen mark]

Guest Blogger from Hastoe: Eve’s Plague Diary

Dear Diary,

I did agree for the quarantine but because my younger brother died I’m starting to change my mind and I hate not being able to see my friend Hollie who was outside the village Eyam. She delivers our food but were not allowed to meet and I can’t even write to her or send a scarf. I was about to send before the plague struck first the tailor then the miller and then tragically my younger brother. I am so relieved that my mum had the plague but she survived. My dad died and me and my mum went to bury him and my brother August 13th 1666 my birthday! By August over three quarters of the people in Eyam have died. Me and my mum went to collect the food Hollie had dropped off in the morning there were  many flowers on the parish boundary stones for people who had died. I hop I don’t die! Off to my friend Lillie’s house for her cousin’s funeral!