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!

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25. February 6th, 1776

Alice came with Thomas today, as they had gone to visit his family and they now are back. I saw her talking to Mother, and right after, she went upstairs to the room that Eliza and I share. I could hear Alice sitting down next to Liza on her creaky bed.

 

“My dear Elizabeth,” Alice began. “Oh, I, I am so sorry… you are such a mess, I didn’t realize.” Eliza sniffled. “Shhh. It is going to be okay.” I peered through the keyhole. Alice put her arms around a crying Eliza. Eliza began to shake.

 

“Oh, why did this have to happen to him ?” Alice gave Eliza a warm hug. “We could have done so much and it was so unexpected.” Eliza buried her face in Alice’s arms. I could see why Alice is such a good mother.

 

“Elizabeth” she began. “Can I admit to you something I have never told you before- ever?” Eliza nodded. “Your Mother, she has gone through so much heartbreak. I don’t know if she can really take much more sadness- really. Do you want to hear the rest?” Eliza silently nodded again.

 

“When John-Philip died, I was 10, Mother had a girl, Rose, who was 8, and a baby on the way.

After John-Philip died, only three months later Rose caught the fever too and also died. Mother was desperate to replace had lost. So Mother was excited when she had twins about 6 months later.”

 

“ As you know, George survived, but Pearl, again, only made it about a month. So, for five years, Mother didn’t have any more children. Her heart was still rhetorically mending, I guess. But here we are. You might ask why I am telling you such a seemingly depressing story, Elizabeth. It’s because Mother didn’t waste too much time on tears. She wasn’t ashamed to be sad.”

 

There was a long silence. Finally, Alice stood up. “Remember, Eliza” she said, “that’s all I want from you. I’m sure William wouldn’t have wanted you to mope around for the rest of your life. Enjoy life while you have it. Everyday, I live the life Rose and Pearl never had. In you and Margaret and Angelica’s and every other girl in the world’s eyes I see them. In my eyes too. Live your life with the fun William never got. Live your life with the time and joy that those who have died never got. Make every moment count.”

 

And with that, Alice walked towards the door. I ran downstairs, and back to the kitchen so that I wouldn’t get caught. I thought the rest of the day. And now, when I am in bed, I am still thinking about everything Alice said today.

 

I love the way when things work out. I went to bed, and could tell Eliza was thinking along with me. I think she knew I knew what she knew. Without even talking about it, if that makes any sense. And the best part was we both were okay with it.

 
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