Some days ago, a young man came into my grandfather's antique shop and wanted to offload some of the old stuff that once belonged to his father. Among them were three really old journals. They were pretty fragile, but otherwise in relatively good shape. As my grandfather flipped through them carefully, three entries caught his eyes. He could not remember the exact words, but he remembered them as follows:
15 October 1583 - Hard
Our son was born a month ago. My wife was in so much pain while in labour, but thankfully, she and the baby made it through the night. By the morning, her fever has all but gone and the baby was sound asleep. I have dreamt of this day when I have become a proud father to a son. My family would be delighted to see him tomorrow. Hopefully this year's winter would not be as cold as 10 years ago when the nearby lake was frozen.
12 September 1752 - Richmond
I met my her today. She was so beautifully dressed and was accompanied by an entourage of maids. Each a beauty in her own right. But she stood out among all, like a black swan among the geese. Her hair smell of rosemary, her eyes clear as day, her smile brings the sun from behind the clouds. She was the most beautiful creature on Earth. Well, at least the most beautiful here at the Gate House. I should have asked her name. For now I can only dream about her, just like how my ancestor dreamt about being a father.
31 December 1926 - Batman
New Years Eve today. Due to the flood earlier in the year, no one was really in the mood for any celebration. That flood has wiped out an entire district. My grandson was sick because of the flood and my daughter has been complaining about how her son was always sick and never seem to be in any sort of good health. We are not rich, and so cannot afford good doctor. We will have to do with whatever we've got. Please be strong, my grandson. How, o how, did my forefathers dream of being a father and dream of beautiful woman when my family has to suffer.
Evidently the diaries were written by three different people. It seemed like the journals were passed down through generations.
My grandfather asked me whether these journals were genuine. He mentioned that the entries have more than enough clues as to point me in the right direction to determine the genuineness of the diaries.
Should he buy them off the young man? I am afraid that he would be duped into buying something that are fake and are completely worthless.
Please explain why you think they are genuine (or not).