The New Nation Begins
We now start on our class Weblog. Here you will get a chance to express yourself without following the formula for formal essay writing. Simply read the following and then post your own answer. You should play off the question as well as the other comments that have come before yours. Your rules: 1 - you must sign with your first name and last initial. 2 - you must be respectful ,this is still school. 3 - this is still school so keep comments ‘clean’ thank you. 4 - aim for a ‘paragraph’ of writing. 5 - ask questions if you have any. Feel free to stop by and post more then once if you wish.
You are a teenager living in the new state of New Jersey immediately after the American Revolutionary War. Did you back the patriots’ cry for freedom and liberty? Did you seek a way to support your King only to have your future hopes dashed? Or perhaps you were merely living day-to-day and praying fervently for this war to end regardless of who the victors would be. Describe what life is now like for you in this new nation, your daily life as well as your vision for the future.
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As a teenager after the Revoluntionary war all i hope for is an end. An end to the poverty,the death, the attacks, the fighting, and Im ready for a new beginning. I side with the patriots in their quest for independence and i am glad that we the colonies are able to become one nation. I hope that we can grow strong together and learn from mistakes of the past. We need to move on from this war and start our new seperated lives from the mother country. Life in the newly independent colonies is messy. We are trying to figure out how to be dependent upon ourselves and survive without the help of others. I think we will make it, we will mature, and strengthen with time, and all in all become a great nation.
As a teenager during the Revolutionary War I pray every day that everyone comes home safe and that I get to go home soon. I don’t mind much about who wins or loses because, after all I see the war as silly. I am still not sure if the freedom of our colonies is worth all this trouble, all these lives. I am angry at my mother, for persuading my father to take up arms and for dragging me along with her to take care of the soldiers. I spend my nights crying from the horrors I have seen and selfishness: I am way too uncomfortable. I have one reason to be thankful for this war, and this comes in the form of a young soldier boy with whom I think I just may be in love with. After the war my first concern will be the wellfare of my family, and then whether or not I will see that young soldier boy again.
Two brave souls, where is everyone else? Hmmmm… too much turkey perhaps? Well these ladies have set the bar pretty high, good luck!
Eakin
Okay, I’ve been thinking about this blog all weekend so far, and I have come up with a few things. First of all, all the question says is that I live in New Jersey, but where? Do I live in Cape May County? In a city? Near Pa and Philly? Or near New York? What side does the newspaper print? What are my parents’ and families’ feelings? All of this would sway my opinion.
I would probably be happy that the war is over. And that I could see “a young soldier boy with whom I may be in love with” (thanks for that line Francesca! I loved it and had to use it!). But, as with a famous quote that Thomas Jefferson once said (or hasn’t even said yet, I’m not sure), “The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants.” So this Revolution was a good thing for new idea…if nothing else.
Good questions - but all of them I leave to you and the persona you care to create. This is the time when you will not have every perameter set down by the teacher, you will be expected to think for yourself; your feelings & thoughts on the history we have studied become the focus. Scary huh?
Eakin
Okay then…I’ll live here. And you are happy that we won revolution.
Since my parents are happy that we won, I must say that I too am happy that we are now a new counrty. Also, I am happy that my father, brother, and everyone else in our small town has returned safe and sound.
Now I live near Ney York City, which was held by the British for a good part of the war, and my parents are loyalists. Even though I am unhappy that our good King George has been undermined by the rash rebels here, I know that soon I will be returning back to my homeland of England. I also know that this new counrty will fall before it gets too old.
Hows that for thinking for myself Mrs Eakin? Or can I call you mom?
Does this mean I have a split personality disorder? And I don’t think that thinking for myself is as scary as this weekend.(haha)
If I am a teenager during the Revolutionary War, then all I’m waiting for is an end. That is becuase I hate war. Nothing is worth killing innocent people whom have commited nothing wrong, other than believing someone else’s beliefs. I would probably be scared, despising every day that I would awake to gunshots and cannon-fire. I would wish for death almost as a selfish way of escape, and then would feel horrible for doing so. I would worry for my family, and more so my brother and father who no doubtedly would have taken up arms. And maybe if in some rare event that my brother and father’s taking up arms inspired me enough, maybe I would even consider fighting. Joining the many Daughter’s of Liberty who fought selflessly in the Revolutionary War. This is not a sure thing but, if things did turn out that way I would be on the front lines fighting as an equal soldier when compared to the men and boys standing around me, and even to Dehborah Sampson who would be fighting for independance also. And then after we win the war and become our own nation, we will live happily ever after. [no not at all. but I couldn't resist!] No we will persevere through all of the struggles of becoming our own nation and we will succeed and prove to everyone that our tiny thirteen colonies have the endurance and can conquer any obstacle we are presented with.
I’m just glad that it’s over. My brother and mother both died in the war, and while i am happy about our newfound freedom, I have to ask myself, was it worth it? All those lives, all those fathers, brothers, husbands, sons and friends. Did they really have to die? Was there any other way to gain freedom? Were we being selfish? Were the causes for the war really so “intolerable”? Whatever the answers to those questions may be, I’m happy that no more loss will come out of this. I still wish for my family members to come back, but I know that will never happen. I just hope that in the end, my loved ones didn’t die in vein, and my anger and resentment towards those in charge will someday subside.
The war is over. However the pain and suffering seemed to have just begun. Even though during the war I was very much a patriot, i am now witnessing the repercussions unfold in the world infront of me. For one, my brother was a soldier on the front lines and he has not returned from the war. Also, my mother was a nurse for our ailing soldiers and is now emotionally depressed from all of the terrible things she had to see. Part of me just wishes that this war had never taken place, but for the most part i have come to realize that in order to make life better for the majority, a sacrifice must be made by the the brave few. I know that this is certainly not fair in anyway, but since when is life fair. Hopefully now that the war is over things can be as close to normal as possible. I really want to believe that this war happened for the better of our new state and nation.
“I really want to believe that this war happened for the better of our new state and nation.” What longing for answers, for meaning, for a future. This teenage ability to question the reality you are faced with compared to the rehtoric you hear has crossed time.
Today we all know about the history of the revolutionary war, but if i were an ordinary citizen during the revolutinary war, let alone a teenager im sure i would have close to no idea as to what was going on. do you really think that the sons and daughters of liberty and all of the other prominent revolutionaries would let the common teenagers know details about the planned war on england? of course once it began i would see that, ok we have a problem with england, but i would not understand that gravity of the situation. i would be confused and at first i would be against the english, all of the propaganda would do a wonderful job, but as the war moved on i would be angry at the revolutionaries.. who put these white men in charge of the entire american colonies? im sure i didnt. who gave them the right to decide what we all what, and whats good for us? i wouldnt protest because im just a girl what do i know? the war wouldnt be necessary in my eyes and i would be convienced that there must be a way to reconcil with england. As the war ended i would be proud that we accomplished the idiotic feat but at the same time.. im angry at the revolutionaries. who didnt think of everything and about all of the lives that were lost that i feel was unnecessary.. i would also be afraid for our new nation. we cant survive without england in my eyes
Where does it end? My parents left the old country to escape the pogroms and moved to Newport because there are others Jews there. They moved to Trenton to live with my zetta, Shlomo, when the conflicts in Massachusetts were on the rise. We feared for our lives and our freedom. If Great Britain regains total control over our small lands, what will happen to my family and me? Will we be allowed to stay here, or will we be forced back to Moscow? Are there even Jews left in Russia? Even if these revolutionaries do prevail, what will guarantee our safety? Haym Salomon is the only Jew with real authority, he is Washington’s friend. Will that be enough to protect us? Or is this just another eviction waiting to happen? Again, where does it end??
I was born in Sussex county, New Jersey, an only child. My father, John Hammond, was a simple wheelwright. My parents saved their money so that I could be educated at Mrs. Davenport’s School for Young Ladies. I was expelled after my third year when I hid a small packet of gunpowder in a sewing basket and exploded Mrs. Davenport’s precious embroidery. I claimed innocence, and my parents believed me. All the same, I was schooled at home from then on.
I was twelve when one of my father’s British clients brought us news of Lexington and Concord. My parents were not ones for grand ideas or political revolutions. They only wanted the war to be over. They were afraid, and at first so was I.
But I was also curious. When I went to the market for groceries, I would slip in to the printer’s shop. Will Creedy, the printer, and a quiet patriot, always kept a copy of the news from Boston for me. Never before had I been aware of the injustices of Parliament. My parents had grumbled about the Stamp Act, of course, but I had thought it just the regular complaints of adults. I, through the opinions of my parents, had thought the Boston Tea Party a rabble of malcontent ideaoligists. Now that I was better informed, I saw nothing but the road to independence.
That September I left home. I told my parents that I was going to seek work as a household maid in Trenton. They were reluctant, but in the end they let me go. After a brief farewell, I made my way to Trenton with no intention of working as a cleaning girl. Creedy had told me where to find a man named Harrison, a Major in the newly formed Continental army. I met him, and offered my services as a spy and sabotuer. He laughed in my face until I showed him the tobacco pouch I picked out of the pocket of one of his guards. He told of a Alexander Durham, a british admiral who had grown fat sitting behind a desk and probably never fought a battle in his life. I was to work as his maid.
I worked undercover in Durham’s New York household for three years, passing information to Harrison, who had since become a general. I performed odd acts of sabotage, which I delighted in far more than the spying. I set fire to the house where a visiting British dignitary was quartered, I stole letters, I disabled carts of supplies headed towards the front. No one ever suspected the little servant girl.
One day, when I went to give the latest news to General Harrison, I found he had another assignment for me. A warehouse of arsenal outside the city that needed to be destroyed. My most important mission yet. I was provided with several barrels of gunpowder, hidden in a cart of groceries, which I drove back to the city. I was setting the barrels in place the next night when I was captured. As if the evidence of thier eyes was not enough, they found the papers from Gen. Harrison I had hidden in my boot, meaning to destroy later. I was hanged within a week for crimes against the crown.
(Sorry for the really long comment, and for changing the directions a bit. But if I were actually to be in the middle of a war I would most probably get myself killed in it. And I just can’t start writing without making it into a whole narrative!)
Wonderful!!
Well, as a teenager after the Revolutionary War, I fought in the war alongside my older brother. The tragic war took its toll on all of us in the New World, but the toll our family paid was his life. My entire family is highly on the patriots side, explaining why my brother and I both joined. Afterwards, though, the loss of one of our own made the family question whether or not we chose the right side. Not letting the death of their son be in vain, my parents remain patriots on the outside, but the internal struggles they faced made them feel like they were traitors to the cause they gave so much for. Losing a good deal of my own vision in the war, I dropped any thoughts of schooling, and planned to follow in my fathers footsteps and stay int he Smithing business, eventually inheriting the shop he worked so long and hard in… the shop my brother should have been running.
I know I will marry my love of four years, and we will be blessed with three children. The eldest and only male will be named in honor of my brother and father (they share the same name), and two daughters, though one shall be lost to disease early on. But I never get over the war or the horrible things I saw…
My parents were torn. My father was a very strong loyalist, but I know that my mother hid the fact that she secretly yearned for independence. My two little sisters were too young to understand. My older brother was so against the British that one day, in the middle of our teatime, he stood up, thrust the tablecloth out from under our dishes and shouted something about joining the fight. He had never before expressed any kind of emotion about the struggle between Britain and the colonies, but after that outburst, my father told him to leave, and never to come back, right then and there. Since I couldn’t stand to simply act as though nothing had happened, I followed my brother to the stable, where he was preparing his horse so that he could leave. When I asked him where he planned to go, he said that he was going to find a way to join the continental army. I don’t know why the idea came to me, but I pleaded to him to let me come with him. Maybe it was just because I was growing tired of watch our parents silently arguing about which side was right. I was sure that he wouldn’t let me, after all, I was “only a girl”. I could barely hold a gun, much less shoot it. But, for whatever reason, he let me come. (And he didn’t make me ride side-saddle either.)
Of course, our parents were furious. As we traveled, looking for a place to stay, he told me all about the Sons of Liberty and the various boycotts in Boston. I didn’t quite understand all of the politics of the situation, but I understood the main point. It was better to be free. As it turned out, he was actually meeting up with a couple of his friends who were already in Philadelphia so that they could find a way to join together. I had never met the before, and they were introduced to me as John and Thomas Miller. They had of course, expected my brother, but not me. At first they treated me more like baggage than anything else. They thought I was a waste, at least for awhile.
Eventually, though, I won them over, because it was through my quick thinking that we got out of the biggest struggle of our entire journey. We had gotten caught by a family of loyalists that my father had been in touch with. Luckily, I was able to convince them that we had no relation to the Quintin family what-so-ever, and that we were members of the Miller family. I had known for a long time that the Miller boys had also come from a well-known loyalist family, and also that they were the type of people who would keep it quiet that their sons had betrayed them.
Unfortunately, John was stricken with hypothermia before we were able to find a way to join the Continental Army. He died shortly afterwards, which despite our best efforts, brought our spirits down more than we could handle. We had been headstrong at the start, but now we were hungry, cold, weakened, and didn’t have a thing to show for our struggles. This made us all think, would we really be willing to die for our independence.
Luckily, by some miracle, we never had to figure out the answer, because only a few short weeks later, the war ended. I remember the day that I woke up in the stable that a patriot farmer had let us spend the night in to my brother screaming “It’s over, it’s over, we have won!” I remember thinking that it was funny that he said “we” when we hadn’t even been able to reach the army, much less join and fight. Thomas and I jumped up and we both started to run around shouting joyous cries of victory. And then, strange as it was, Thomas asked me for my hand in marriage. It was surprising, but certainly not unwanted. I accepted his proposal, and all three of us went back to my parent’s home, only to discover that they had gone back to England without us.
There are days when I come to bring the men dinner, and they are discussing some kind of political thing, but just like before, I never understand any of it. I take care of my husband and my brother, just as I should, and I share my opinions with them when they ask me for them. But for the most part, I try to stay out of it. I am grateful for our freedom from the British crown, and I only hope that everything works out for our new nation.
(Sorry it’s so long)
And I also wanted to say good job to everyone else who wrote so far!
As a teenager during the revolutionary war i would be ecstatic that the devastating war has come to an end! The small town i am from is whole heartidly patriot! I know alot about the war because i have read the papers and have engaged in many of indeapth conversations with my parents. I unlike many teenagers of my time support the war and everything the war stood for! I DO believe that the causes for the war were COMPLETELY INTOLERABLE!!! We the people of this new counrty were being unrightfully taxed and legislated! Through the victory of war we have gained our independence and have proven that we have the ability to pull together and accomplish unbelievable feats!
Yes, i supported the war and everything it stood for but i am glad it has come to an end! I am even happier that the war has ended in our favor! I am glad to see the return of my father and younger who had taken up arms against the Red Coats. I am very greatful for their safe homecoming!Now that the war is finished we the thirteen colonies can turn our attention to constructing OUR government and becoming a strong and powerful country! Just like everyone else we will struggle but we will endure the hard times and rejoice in those which are easy! We the people of this newly independent country will pull together as before and we will arrive on top!
The patriots won! Yayy! I mean HUZZAH!
My family and I live in New Jersey. We did everything that we could to help the patriots during the Revolution. My father fought with General Washington for a short time before he got injured. He told us all about how he crossed the Delaware. It was an amazing story and I wish I could have seen the look on those Hessians’ faces. We’re all very glad that Father is home.
There is talk around town of a new government. We live in Cape May so it’s probably old news by now. Father has planned a trip to Philadelphia to find out more. I’m very interested in the idea of a new government. I think it’s just the thing we need to help bring the American Colonies closer together. I hope that Father gets a lot of information and brings it back quickly.
Many people are returning home from the war. All of the papers are covered with the news of our victory. I’m just happy that it’s over and that the British have stopped taxing us. The only thing I’m wondering about is, when are their soldiers going to leave?
The other day I noticed a very nice French boy come into the shop where I help clean. He must have been fighting for the patriots and decided to stay. Every day since he first came in he’s been coming to talk to me. I love his accent. Maybe someday I’ll be Mrs. Very Nice French Boy.
P.S. The rest of you have written some very nice stuff.
As a child living in the revolution I am a little weary of what’s to come. I very much dislike the fact that all of the fighting, and death is right outside my home. If anything I wish for a day free of war, free of death, a day when I can walk the streets in peace without a sign of hatred or war. I would like to say that I am in favor of the Patriots, but I am too young to fully understand something as trivial paper to read about it whenever I get a chance, but it’s not enough for as war. I try to find out as much of the war as I can. I sneak father’s me to pick a side yet. My parents are in favor of Patriotism so I suppose that I am predisposed as one as well. My parents isolate me from the subject as much as possible. I am extremly curious, and in a way afraid. I fear the day when the two tensions will clash. Hope is all I have, if I stay strong maybe my country will too.
14 and counting! So far so good folks. Remember you come back and leave comments again and again.
As a teenager in the war, I follow around the patriot soldiers with my mother as a nurse, tending to their wounds. My father was killed in the war so it is very important to me to save every life I can. My two brothers are still fighting and all I want is to see them, we are not in the same camp. I pray everyday for General Washington to lead the patriots into victory and end this terrible war. All I want is for my family to be together again, but not under British rule, under our own government, a government that won’t give us unjust taxes, a government that will treat us like actual citizens. We have not been british citizens for as long as I can remember, at least I haven’t been. Following around the patriots has taken a toll on my mother, I fear she will not be around to see the end of the war. That means I will have to take care of my brothers, atleast until they are betrothed. I curse the British and their cruel ways, they have taken everything good in my life. All I can say is that I will be happy when this Godforsaken war ends and when all of the families torn by this war can reunite. What I really wish for is my wedding day, for I am betrothed, and my fiance was sent off to war a week before we were to wed. This war has been terrible on us all. God bless the Patriots and the sons and daughters of liberty. Let us let freedom ring throughout the lands.
-A daughter of liberty
okay corney much? w.e…. everyone your stories are really great!!!
okay this is a really weird topic but ok
My family and i lived in a town full of rioting patriots. Unfortunatly for us we were loyalists. We had everything we could ever dream of, until the war started. At that time we were forced from our luxoriuos home and thrown (literally) into a pig pen. The patriots to our home and used it as their own (most of the people in our town were dirt poor).
From that day on my family and i have travelled all around the states and sold the pigs we met as we were thrown into their pen. this was one of the hardest jobs EVER! If you want a really ODD job, for heaven sakes DON’T choose travelling pig salesperson.
to all of you people your stories are great!!! dont be weirded out by mine i made it up as i went along.
i want to add to mine
It was really hard to sell our pigs while dodging bullets and what not. also the war was totally uncalled for! Britian was nice and you people messed it all up! Wow, no wonder i was thrown out of my home.
As a teenager in the war, it was tough for me to choose a side. My parents were loyalists, yet we lived near a bunch of patriots. I must confess, I wanted to become a patriot. It wasn’t something I could get away with though, until my parents were forced to change their views. We usually kept quiet and didn’t talk much when asked about our views on the war, but one night our patriotic neighbors came to our house and demanded an answer to what we thought about the war. My parents, noticing the weapons the others were holding and the number of people there, had to lie to save their lives. They said we were patriots and that seemed to be enough to please our neighbors.
Since the news got out, I figured I’d take part in the many riots and boycotts that the other patriots were doing. I was longing to do so for months. When the war ended, I celebrated with the others. My parents only pretended to be happy and were actually pretty disappointed. Finding out that their only son was really a patriot too didn’t help. For me though, life became a lot easier. Showing my patriotism helped me become accepted in the community. I only see things getting better from here. Besides, the war ended and that was my main concern.
As a teenager after the American Revolution i would definitely want to be a patriot. I would be joining all the boycotts to gain my freedom in New Jersey. After seeing how the King treated most people poorly i would never even think about being a loyalist.
My everyday life would consist of waking up in the morning listening to my patriotic parents talking about the news going on around town. My parents really encourage me to join in all the boycotts and fights because we think that it is ridiculous that we do not have freedoms. At first i did not think that it was right to be doing this to the loyalists, but then i realized that this is the only way that they will listen to us patriots. More and more people are recognizing my face around town and i am starting to make a name for myself. I know that i am still young but i really want to become an important leader for New Jersey. I have some great ideas that could be put to use. One of my ideas was to maybe have a national government for all thirteen states, but who knows if that will ever happen. So for right now in my adolescent life i am going to keep fighting for my freedoms. Go Patriots!
We have won the war… now what?
At the beginning of this whole conflict, I had just prayed for the war to be over. I was young and naive then, about six or seven. I’ve grown, matured, and developed my very own opinions. I have never seen any point in being a Loyalist. Who would want false representation from the ‘good old boys’ of parliament? No. I want my voice to be heard loud and clear when I’m older. My family works hard and deserves to be taxed properly.
We are still waiting to hear from my brother. I understand that he was wounded in battle, but why can’t they send him home to us? I’m scared, and I wish he was home eating family meals with us. When I do my daily chores, all I can think about what it will be like when he is here, safely.
Now, going back to my original question, now what? There’s been talk of a new government. Loyalists are hoping for a similar one to Great Britains. Stupid. We Patriots have a vision of democracy, everyone has a say in one way or another. What if we have another king?! History would just repeat itself again. One thing is for sure, our government must be balanced. No one should have all the power.
The future is promising…
P.S. Everyone is so creative! Great stories!
Well, that proves it. The patriots are undefeated. No upity “blokes” are gonna ruin my tennage years. That’s right, I’m having lobster for dinner tonight! Time to put on my wooden clogs and go support my fellow Americans. Today is “Spit on Brits” Tuesday. I miss the old “He shot first,” and “We’re going to throw your tea in the harbor,” but I wouldn’t give up anything for it. I don’t even have to pay taxes now(I am only 15), not that I had to before, but… Alright, I gotta go load up on sharp objects and head to the town square. Hasta lavista, baby.
UPDATE!!!
The war is over and I decided not to go home. My mother made me so mad one day i ran away from camp. She has no idea where i am or what i am doing….i miss her but i havent decided to come home yet. Im not sure if i am happy that we won, while i was gone i talked to some british soldiers and they told me of friends of theirs that were lost in the war. One of them was pretty cute, James Edgar Doyle, cuter than that patriot boy. James is older, too and is trying to persuade me to come back with him to england. I might do it, i’ve seen this side of the atlantic, lets see the other. Dispite the war and everything I’ve seen, im still myself. War, as ironic as it seems, just gave me some new friends… or more than friends ;).
sam, are you dutch?? wooden clogs?
Wow! Quite a load of stories above me and pretty much impossible to beat.
Things are a lot different now that my brother and father have gone to war. All thats left of my family is my mother, sister and I. Every night i freight that my younger brother and father may not every return home again. I’m 16, a girl and one of three children, there’s not much i can do about anything that is going right now, even if i did know the exact sircumstances. All I do is help my mother the best i can. I have basically turned to a mother myself. Mother just lies in bed and sulks night and day. I make breakfast, lunch and dinner… she barely eats and only picks at it. I take care of my sister the best I can, all she knows is that our father and brother are helping people in a cause for which she has no idea. She questions me daily and i don’t know what to tell her. I HATE the war and see little possibilty that a half-penny sized nation can break away from a dime sized one. i jut want my fether and brother home safe and sound our freedom as a country would be merely a bonus.
Thank God this horrible war has ceased to exist. As a New Jersey citizen, our towns have been shaken by some of the Revolution’s most bloody wars. With my Patriot father deceased, my mother in agony, and my helpless younger brother, I am basically running my family. My father was a brave soul in the war. As a general, he provided his troops with wisdom and tact, and helped them win a few battles. That fateful day when my mother and I recieved the letter telling of his death, I must never forget. Although, we must be thankful for the Partiot victory and the freedom from Britain! However, one question still lingers in my mind. Can we, as colonies, survive without our mother country?
We have won much by severing our ties with the crown. Freedom, liberty, rights. Twould think us glad to have driven out the tories and won such things. But alas, I can not rejoice or make merry. For the things I have lost in this dreadful war sadden me. My older brother, and a number of my friends perished through the war.
At times I lie awake, and wonder: What was it all for? Freedom, an ideal. Was it worth all those lives, my friends, my brother? Nay. What has changed? Nothing. I am still poor and still live on a small farm in New Jersey. Again, I ask What has changed? The world looks just the same to me as before. Those morals and ideals we used to worship seem to exist no longer. So, did my friends and family suffer and perish for naught? Perhaps, and yet they did not seem to think so. They believed this war had a divine purpose: to end tyranny, and to restore the God given right of man to be free. I suppose all things must come at a price, and the greater the price the greater the reward must be.
Everything is still unclear to my young mind. Perhaps my questions will only be answered through time.
— You guys write too much. —
I JUST WANT EVERY BODY TO KNOW THAT YOU GUYS ARE FLIPPEN B.A.N.A.N.A.S……..tHATS WHY i’M SO IN LOVE WITH ALL OF YOU CRAZY WRITERS
Everyday I pray and pray that this stupid war would just go. Go, as in far,far,and ever far away from Salem. Everyone and even the animals are going insane. Being that I am an African American I don’t have a choice what I want to do in life. But I would like all of this non-sense to end so I can get a choice. I would like the patriots to win this war. Master Beamer, is a patriot. While he is at war, his pa watches over us, the Sheppers and the Wegres.
I wonder with the meaning of freedom mean? Well maybe it has to be something good! Hopefully it can FREE me and my family.To the point when my family dose not have to work and slave for other people, but when we can do it to provide for our selves.But my mom says,Lisa-Rye everyting happens for a reason. The lord put us on this world to do something. Don’t worry, destiny lies a head my child.
The towns people are very vindictive now a days. Some of them are anti-war and don’t like anyone who even joins. We are on the Beamer plantation. Which means that we get harrast all the time. Okay, I am fine with that,well its not like I have a choice any way. But when I’m trying to do my work in the field, I constaly hear stupid goones, or your walking in that rope path, and always that dumb word NIGGER. Ma says don’t worry about that word, it means no harm. I can not wait till all of this stuff is over. Hopefully Master Beamer comes back. O’Yeah and with that thng they call freedom.
I hat this war! I hate being a slave! I want my own house! I hate being black! I wonder if a were a white folk, tha i would be so happy! I do not understand why every thing in this world so far is about race, money, and land. Why can’t we all get along? Can peolpe just work out a compromise. Have fun with your few decades of life, why fight. I say everyone go to a tavern and have a few arguments over some shots and some beer. Enjoy enjoy our selves. O’yeah and free us black peolpe!!
SO SORRY GUYS AND GIRLS AND MRS.EAKIN. I’M HAVING WAY TO MUCH FUN WITH STUFF. THIS FOR MRS.EAKIN NO ONE READ PASS THIS POINT……………………………I FINALLY GOT THE BLOG TO COME UP ….HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH..i KNEW YOU GUYS WOULD READ THIS!!!!!!!!!!
i LOVE THIS WHOLE THING OVER THINGS THAT HAPPEND WITH A BUCH OF OLD GUYS LIKE 2 CENTS AGO..ooHH.MY MOM JUST MADE FRIED CHICKEN….UMUM
I am so tired of this war. Sometimes my mother and i wonder if it is even worth it all. Is it even worth my Father and brother going to war and risking their lives, while we live on our own? It has been complete kaos in our small town filled with patriots. “They” promise that nothing more than good will come of this war for us, but to be honest, i doubt them sometimes. How long can a war last anyway? Is there any LAWS ABOUT THAT!! Anyway, Mom tells me that i am too young to understand a lot of whats going on, but i feel like i have a pretty good idea. The King was a jerk and now our families and loved ones are fighting for our freedom(Its the shortened virsion). For now, we can only pray for our loved ones to be safe and to return home soon.
(i dont think i had as much fun with this as Jalessa did!!!!hahaaa)
As a girl living in the time of the revolutionary war i would imagine that i would be for the patriots, but im sure as time passed that i would just want the war to be over. The living would be tough for sure. The war would just seem to go on forever. People would be on edge. Your house could just be barged into without your consent by the red coat just to meet there housing needs. on top of that if they had any reason that you were smuggling your belongs would be searched through searched through with you unable to do anything about it. My father would most likely be away fighting for the freedom from britain so my mother sisters and i wold be fending for ourselves. Although im sure i would be proud i would miss him and just wish for the war to be over.
As a teenager living in the time of the Revolutionary War, i am sure that I would be on the side of the Patriots. However, after a while I would just be happy if the war would be over. I would want my loved ones, to come home safely. I would be glad when the soliders have left the town, and we can live in freedom and peace. My mother would probably be very stressed out, trying to make ends meet, from the little salary being brought into the house. As proud as I am for the fighting soliders, I just want it to all end.
I am also thankful that I am a girl, so I know that if the war is still going on when I am 18, that I will not be drafted. Hopefully this will end soon….
-Good job to everyone else! Haha, Jalessa’s entries are great!-
You guys are so so sos soso sososososos soso sos s oso funny…Shout out to Jenna Raye, Lauren M. And as you guessed it!! Dinner was so good….OMGoodness…too much timeeee on my hands
One more thing I promise…Mrs.Eakin..we should so do this more often..Your students are crazy…..and have..great ideas……I love the class of 2007….nd a lot of people did’nt do there blogs ohohohoho time is ticking
But 2010 is better…….ahahahahhhhahahahahhahahhahahahahahahahhaahh
This war is pointless, to me at least. Is it truely worth it anymore? Everyday I pray that another brave soul will come home safe, but my hopes sometimes vanish. The soldiers have left the town in peace, which I can now say I am truly thankful for. There are no strange men in my house, who are out to kill my patriot father, the irony of which seems unreal. It is a struggle to make ends meet in my house. With My father and brother gone to fight, and just me and my mother left to tend to the house and animals, its seems like days never end and the time to rest never comes. I miss having my whole family home. Sitting around the dinner table, telling stories at night, it feels like only yesterday my father was teaching my to ride. How i yearn for those days again. I wish for our soldiers, our families, to come home safely, and to live in peace and happiness once again.
This was really fun..everyone is really creative..we should do these more..and maybe ill actually remember when its due! great job everyone
Better almost late than never.
Being the person I am, a nonconformist, I am absolutely on the side of the freedom fighters. To see my world being turned into a “do as I say” society would not go well with me. I’m very glad that my family and my neighbors would not let somebody tell them to give up their hard earned money for some of the most ridiculous reasons.
Understandly, we would of course have to start our accustomed lives over again to provide more versatility to create the new nation. This is all worth it though. For the most part, however, my life hasn’t shanged too much. I still learn, work, and do charity work for the unfortunate. My father is still be working as the local cow washer, and my mother is still caring for myself and the household.
As for the future, I can only expect the best. The patriots have provided high hopes, and they can potentially deliver. At this point, I leave my future and the future of the new nation to God. I have heard from many sources that I am the inspiration for a possible name of the nation, but nothing is set in stone.
I’m a teenager living in the war. Most of my nights are spent with my mother wondering when my father will return home. I hear adult conversations containging nothing but of policitics and how the war could be beneficial. What good could come form famillies being left wihtout fathers or brothers? All i wish for is this war to be over. Who wants to go to sleep wondering if their dad or brother is still alive? The only thing i can really be grateful for is the soldiers leaving our town. I dont have a care in the world for this war. cantt we all just get along?? i mean come on now what does war prove besides which side killed more soldiers? and even THAT doesnt prove anything. For now i hope for the best but ALWAYS expect the worst.
if i was a teenager during the revolutionary war I don’t think that i would really even know what was going on, especially since they didnt have TVs and i really wouldn’t care. Except if my dad was in the was then I would be really really worried about him. But i think that, due to human nature, that we actually just can’t all get along. I think If i was a teenager during the war, I would probably be really annoyed by all the teenagers that say that they hate the government and its leaders, just like they do today, when they really have know idea what they are talking about. But other than that, I probably wouldnt know what was going on at all.
oh and I don’t know if they had hippies back then, but I would probably be one of them
The war is finally over! Thank the lord! Even though my sister and dog have died from disease I still feel like the war could have two sides. One side is that our new country can grow and our citizens can be free. That is the upside. The war has also taken away my only sibling and my beloved dog. So although this war has given me and the rest of my country freedom, it has taken half of my heart.
Yeah… I would just like to say great job to everyone and agree with Jalessa and everyone else that we should definately do this more often. Everyone seemed to have fun with it!
Being a teenager in this war I can’t enlist yet, you have to be seventeen to enlist so I hope I get to fight for our freedom. I Belive that what the patriots are fighting for is completely right. How is someone a couple thousand miles away going to tell us what to do? King George is a big fat stupid king and should keep his nose out of of country.
First of all I am a teenage girl. This war is just like all wars… wrong. I like my life and even though we are being ruled by a govenment who does not know us, I do not want any of my family to die because of war. War should be unnessary and life should just prosper. Now this will never happen and I am just a silly women with silly, delusional thoughts. And I shall speak no further on this subject.
I neglected to mention that this war, thank the Heavens, is over. I would like to say thank you to the good men, like Mr.Franklin and President Washington.
Amazing everybody! I really do think we should do this again.
And maybe I won’t write as much next time, no promises though! :]
These are strange days. My mother is an Irish immagrant my father from Italy, they are both hardworking and although we may not be millionaires we are getting by ok. People are talking about patriots and loyalists. i dont know much about the politics so I really don’t choose a side. My mother is a Patriot after how poorly the English treated her and her ancestors but my father is just as apathetic as me, he plays patriot to keep my mother happy. What i’m really interested in is music and business. I hope to one day own a business in Philadelphia, become a business man, establish myself to help support my children and their children. War will be ending soon. The more i think about it the more i realize that being a new country could be a very good thing. There is talk of having a weak central government which means less taxes. Hey whatever allows more food on the table and warmer clothes on my back makes me a happy guy.
Awaken by the sounds of cannons in my dream, i sit up from the ground, my feet are turning black. Looking at the fire there are still a couple embers, i manage to light a candle. Reaching for my journal, I begin to write…
I am 18, in the army, on my own with no family. My brothers are dead, they were killed in the battle of trenton . Luckily they left me there boots, we have been camped for 3 days. I sit here thinking why am I here, for freedom… So many have left the army for safety why did i not follow suit. My brothers have died in the American Army so that our country can become free or maybe become free from taxes. Is this a money game, I know why I am still in this Army, this tent. I am not fighting for myself, if i was i would have left a long time ago, I am fighting for the future and a better life for the next generations. Life goes on.
I close my book, blow out my candle and fall asleep.
This war was very stressful on everyone that lived with every state because food was scarce, everyday you would hear about some sort of battle that happened and would always hope that it wouldn’t get to close to your home for it to become abandoned. Throughout the war my family was die hard patriots. My dad and three brothers enlisted, but sadly i could not because of my age. The only thing is who knows what the outcome is going to bring, i hope within two hundred years for those people then they will have a safe country and not ever have an idiot president to bring them into a war. This war was a struggle from the beginning but once victory became a reality there was much hope in all of our eyes.. i just wished i could have been old enough to fight in it so i would have a place in history and to have said to my kids that i fought for this country in the very first war.
thank god the war is over. it was a long journey but we have succeeded. during the war my father left and fought, he did not return leaving my mother, brother, and me. im hapy the war is over no one else has to die for the justice of the people.
now that the war is over it is time to go back to daily life. Now that my father is gone my borther will have to go work and help suport the family. me and my mother will stay home taking care of the farm. ill have to cook and clean. its a hard life but its the only way to survive.
Wow! This is going to be hard to beat. Your all CRAZY!
Mike, I agree. The (big fat stupid) King is so far away and yet he can control us. That doesnt make sense to me. I’m glad we are fighting to become our own nation. (Not too thrilled with the whole fighting thing in general though). I’ll be happy when the war is over. All the guys in town need to return home safely so we can continue our lives as planned, except maybe with a little more freedom. Until then I’m helping as much as I can for being a teenager during the Revolutionary War.
Well that was an interesting journey with a bunch of teenagers. Hmmmm to many things to comment on…but as a whole it was enjoyable to read. The creativity in some of you is amazing! So… no, there were no hippies sorry Brooke, Jarret is that a football remark?, Kayleigh sounds like you swallowed a Jane Austin diary, and Jalessa you are having way too much fun, that was great! Stefanie I don’t know how you put those notes in your name - that was clever, Zach nice politicing to get noticed by the townspeople are you going to run for office?, Kyle great idea for the diary entry - very original which is hard to do here! You all told great stories. Next time I will comment more as we go along. And a great big thank you to everyone who went on more then once! That’s the spirit of blogging.
So by popular demand we will continue these. Warm up your fingers!!!
Alex W.’s response is on the other blog. Go back and click on the comments under the History and Blogging if you would like to see hers!
Being a teenager after the end of the war,I would be very happy. I would like the fact that we have won our independence. I would have been backing the patriots all the way from the start of their cry for freedom. Daily life would be so nice due to we can forget about the attacks and battles that were occurring throughout the war. The war ending is like a new start. All new stuff begins to happen, but before you know it, another war has started up again. However, war can not be discarded. It is the way, we the people, fight for our rights. Just like how the Beastie boys said,” You gotta fight, for your right, to paarrrrrrrtttttty!”
During the war every night i prayed for it to end. although i backed the patriots in their fight, i just wanted to live free and happy. i did not back the “king”. Now, my new life here in New Jersey is great!! i’m free, happy, and being very well educated even though i’m a girl. i plan on attending college, and being a lawyer when i’m older. Thank god it is over and we are free!!!!