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Peter Ottomas arrives to the Trading Post early with wheels of early cheese, churned butter wrapped carefully in cloth, and the determination of a man who knows winter waits for no one. Near the far end of the square he finds Lazlo, sleeves rolled, spectacles slipping down his nose, vinegar bottles arranged with tidy precision.

They speak briefly of how much vinegar a proper winter’s keeping truly requires. In the end, Peter trades two small wheels of cheese and a crock of butter for several jugs, satisfied with the fairness of it. They shake hands business done, neighborly respect intact.

Not far away, David drifts toward Olive Spectre’s wagon. He hesitates only a moment, staring at one stoppered vial that catches the light in a peculiar way.

“For confidence,” Olive says, her sharp eyes fully aware what sort of confidence a boy his age seeks. David clears his throat, trying to appear composed as he hands over his coin. The vial disappears quickly into his pocket.

That evening after supper, the family lingers at the table a little longer than usual. Samantha brings out a small honey cake, sweetened with care, though modest in size, and places it between Anna and Beth.

“Well,” she says warmly, smoothing her apron, “it seems our girls are not so little anymore.”

In  a breath Anna and Beth, inseparable since infancy, stand taller, features sharpening into young womanhood. Peter stands and clears his throat, offering each girl a quick, slightly embarrassed embrace before murmuring how proud he is of the young women they are becoming.

Later that night at the barn dance, lanterns sway overhead and boots stomp in time to the fiddle. David, heart pounding, uncorks the vial he’d purchased from Olive. He swallows the potion in one determined gulp, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

For a moment, warmth floods him. His shoulders square. His grin widens with renewed bravado. He strides back inside, certain of triumph.

An hour later, he stands awkwardly near the cider barrel, having been politely declined twice and laughed at once for stepping on a hem during an overly ambitious twirl. The potion may have bolstered his courage, but it has done nothing for his timing.

By Sunday morning, the Ottomas table is set with boiled eggs, toast browned carefully at the hearth, and a pot of weak coffee for the adults. The family eats together in relative calm, hair brushed and collars straightened for church. Peter leads them out just as the bells begin to ring, and the family stampedes to the chapel much like their very own herd. 

That evening, after hymns and handshakes and whispered gossip in the churchyard, they gather again at home for a supper of meat pie, crust golden and filled with the last of autumn’s bounty. The twins discuss their new responsibilities, Tommy still complains about something inconsequential, and David is uncharacteristically quiet.

Outside, winter presses closer.

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Morning in the Ottomas household begins well before the frost has lifted from the pasture. Peter stands in the kitchen garden, calculating what must be dealt with before the worst of winter sets in. The butter churn rests on the porch; the cheesecloth hangs ready. With Trading Post day approaching, there is no room for oversight.

“David,” he calls toward the pasture. “Fetch the wagon. I need a sack of salt and two fresh jugs of vinegar from the General Store. Tell Herb it’s for curing and keeping, he’ll know to charge it proper.” David is already half out the door before his father finishes his instructions.

At the General Store, David does his best to look older than he is, leaning one elbow on the counter as he repeats his father’s order with practiced seriousness. He counts out the coins twice; once for accuracy, once for show, and lingers just long enough to overhear snippets of town gossip before hoisting the heavy parcels into the wagon and heading home at a brisk pace, cheeks red from the cold.

Samantha, meanwhile, has been awake nearly as long as Peter. With all but David at the schoolhouse and the house blessedly quieter, she attacks the pile of laundry that never seems to shrink. Sleeves are scrubbed, collars wrung, stockings hung carefully. It is repetitive, back-breaking work, but she hums as she does it, determined as ever.

By late afternoon, the kitchen smells of simmering stew and fresh bread. Samantha moves between stove and table with practiced ease, wooden spoon in hand. Sharla sits on a low stool in the corner, brow furrowed fiercely over a tangle of yarn. Her knitting needles click uncertainly. The scarf – at least that’s what it was intended to be – puckers and narrows inexplicably at one end.

“It’s meant to do that,” she insists when her mother glances over.

“Of course it is, dear,” Samantha replies kindly, though her lips twitch.

The family gathers once the light begins to fade. David returns wind-chapped and triumphant with the requested goods. Boots are shed by the door; hands are washed in a basin before supper. They bow their heads briefly before eating. Conversation is lively; Tommy complaining about sums at school, David recounting something exaggerated about a mule outside the general store, Sharla defending her knitting. Peter listens with exhausted satisfaction. 

After the dishes are cleared and the younger ones coaxed toward bed, the kitchen grows quieter. Peter lingers where Samantha stands, wiping down the table. He rests a hand at her waist in passing and she glances up at him. The romance between them has somehow not withered under years of labor and children. He presses a brief kiss to her temple before fetching another log for the stove as night settles fully outside.

The family gathers around the coal stove in the front room, its steady glow fighting against the growing darkness. The twins are already asleep upstairs in a shared heap of blankets. David has vanished, whether to the barn, a friend’s porch, or simple mischief, no one is entirely certain. Tommy sprawls on the rug, still complaining dramatically about the injustice of his sums. Samantha has taken up her own knitting now, her hands swift and sure where Sharla’s were hesitant earlier. And bless her, Sharla sits determinedly at the sewing machine, tongue peeking from the corner of her mouth in concentration as she guides fabric beneath the needle with uneven care. The stitching wobbles, but it holds.

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Freedom Hollow Town Record: Peter, Samantha, David, Sharla, Tommy, Anna, and Beth Ottomas: Dairy Farmers

Peter is the steadfast head of the Ottomas household; a man whose hands are calloused from farm work. He tends to his cows with care, ensuring each animal is healthy, and manages the production of milk and butter that sustains both his family and the wider community, bartering milk and butter at the Trading Post on Saturday and selling off some of the cows to Butcher Yves when the herd grows too large. Peter carries the memory of his mother, Dora. Her absence is felt deeply, though Peter continues to honor her legacy by keeping the farm running with the same dedication she instilled in him.

Peter’s devoted wife, Samantha inherited the tireless role of matriarch of the household after Dora’s passing. Samantha is the glue that holds the household together, getting all the children out the door and heading for the schoolhouse while maintaining the standards that Dora once upheld. Her skirts are often stained with milk or butter, all while never complaining about the constant demands of a household that includes five children, a bustling farm, and the preparations for weekly market trade. She does it all with a mindset that earns her the respect of neighbors and visitors alike, though she does often find herself caught in a daydream of the days when she intended to be a school Marm. 

The eldest child, David, is an earnest young man with a romantic heart. He has spent countless hours in the pens with his father, learning the art of cow tending and the rhythms of farm life, but his thoughts often wander to matters of the heart. Head-over-heels for Angela Pleasant, David’s heart was crushed when she chose to become engaged for status, yet he clings to the memory of a stolen, tender moment behind the Barn Dance when they were teenagers and holds out hope that one day he might yet convince her to marry for love.

Sharla, the family’s eldest daughter, dreams of finding a reliable and handsome husband and never having to wake up to the scent of cow pats again. Sharla works alongside her mother, caring for the younger children, helping with the chores, anything that doesn’t involve the animals. Sharla longs for a life of stability and companionship, and she waits patiently for the day her Prince Charming finds her at a Barn Dance. 

Tommy, the youngest son, is energetic, inquisitive, and eager to help. He spends his days assisting with the cows, tending small plots of the farm, and learning the skills necessary to one day manage portions of the household’s livestock. While he is still learning discipline and responsibility, Tommy shows signs of becoming a capable and dependable member of the family, and if you can’t find him, he’s probably wandered off to throw axes behind the barn or climb the crabapple tree. 

Anna and Beth, the youngest Ottomas children, were raised almost exclusively by Dora until her passing. They assist with household chores and small farm duties where they can, learning from both their parents and older siblings. Their energy and inquisitiveness may be considered a bit rambunctious for a pair of young girls, and they are often seen playing near the barn or splashing each other with water from the laundry tub – er, helping with the laundry.