Journal of Margaret-Holly Adkins, 1776

(COMPLETED) What would it have been like to be a girl growing up in Colonial America, in 1776? Learn about the life of Margaret-Holly Adkins through her inspiring journal entries. Read along as she deals with her friends and family life, as well as the struggle of being a proper young lady of her time, and fitting in with society's borders. Yellow for death and disease.

*I am not a historian, this isn't non-fiction. Facts may be bended for storytelling purposes. Please self-asses yourself before reading. There are some parts and references of death and disease. Happy Reading!


29. February 10th, 1776

So I guess I never really finished writing what happened afterwards, but Eliza was coming so didn’t want to risk her seeing and put my diary away. Anyways, back to the subject. After the doctor said those last words, Mother sort of laughed, a little, with joy I guess. I could imagine the same face for all of my siblings and me. But that made the pain of losing a sibling seem even more real, I guess. However, I tried to ignore it.


Mother sighed a little. She cried. Happy tears, I guess. But some trigger in her mind must have gone off. She began to cry with fear, now I could tell. Then she sat back down on the bed, and buried her head in her hands. “Oh, Dr. Kensworth….” her voice trailed. I could sense the tension in the air.


“What about Rose, and Pearl, and John-Phillip….. And me.” Mother’s voice became very quiet. “It will be okay, Ms. Adkins. You are extremely healthy.” There was a short pause. “But, but what about the child. Is the child healthy?” The doctor reached for Mother’s hand. “Yes. Look at your success. Look at my success. Our success. Everything will be all right.” I wonder if this is how any of this played out when Mother found out about me or any of my other siblings. I don’t remember any of this for Alexander.


“Abigail and Ida’s mother….and Paul…” Mother was out of breath as she struggled to get every word out. “Abigail and Ida were left without a Mother and brother. But there was only two of them, and a healthy Father.”


I think I should explain. Abigail and Ida’s mother died with their little brother, Paul. So now Abigail and Ida’s father and mother’s sister raise them. Now I know what mother means. If she were to die, Father is sick, and there are five of us. Well, 6 if you count Alice and 7 with the new baby. John-Phillip would be 8. So I get what Mother means.


And what if fate decides to do the same for my new brother or sister as with Rose or Pearl. Or later on with John-Phillip. I suppose the same could happen to me or anybody at any time. I can’t bear all the thoughts.


On a different note, Father was alone all day today. I wonder what he could be doing, so sick. I worry about him. Sometimes, I want to know more. See more. Do more. But sometimes, knowing less is more.

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