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!


23. February 4th, 1776

I went into town with Elizabeth today. When we got to Mr. Ronald’s store however, we didn’t see the bright young eyes of William. Except we began to exchange greetings with Mr. Ronald himself, but we could tell something was wrong.


“It’s William! Where is he? What happened to him? Is he alright?” Elizabeth had a sudden realization. “William struck fever last night. He was rushed to the doctor and is in the sick hall there.” Mr. Ronald patted Eliza’s shoulder. “Are you Miss Eliza Adkins, the young lady William is always talking about?” Mr. Ronald smiled, and Eliza nodded.


“I’m so sorry, Mr. Ronald, I would love to talk on another date, but I haven’t got time for conversations. I must go see my William! Thank you so much-” Eliza took my arm. “You are coming with me!” She said, and we bid farewell to Mr. Ronald as we left his store.


She ran across the cobblestones, and I followed. We must have looked awfully frantic, picking up our dresses and our hair flowing behind us. Or perhaps pretty. We ran up the large hill to the town square, and made a turn to the side of Pine Street. We found the doctor’s place and rushed inside.


“Please doctor! I am so tired and it has been so long, please, may I see my William? Quickly, for just a minute- I must see him!” The attendant sitting by the front desk calmly responded. “Mr. Ronald’s apprentice?” Eliza nodded, out of breath. “I am sorry, but, you cannot see him, he is too sick.” The doctor didn’t dare look Eliza in the eyes as she spoke.


“What?” Eliza whispered feebly. It was hard to believe just a few seconds ago she was almost yelling, because now she was close to tears. She rushed back and sank into the nearest arm chair. “All I want to do is see him….” Eliza’s voice trailed. “I’m sorry, M’am but you cannot.” Eliza stood up sharply. “I must! I must!” She said. “No, I must go and see him!” And with that Eliza walked promptly into the hallway.


Eliza ran down the halls, peering into every room just a bit. I followed her frantic self stomping down the hall through the outside alleyway. When she got to the back of the hall, reserved for the sickest, she clenched her heart and ran inside. I watched from the window at the end of the hall as her eyes met William’s. And just at that moment, a loud mess of a sister turned into a heartbroken Eliza.


William lay still, and asleep, his eyes closed in the dark, grey, musty room. Little sunlight filtered through the one other window then the one I was watching from. Silent tears rolled down Eliza’s cheeks. She slowly and carefully walked over to the chair by William’s bed.


Only now had she realized. William was sick. Really sick. Really, really sick. I think it had just taken a bit to really sink in, and register in her mind. Little did she know but last night, while she was stirring and asleep, William was rushed to the hospital. And Eliza wasn’t there to see it. I think she felt bad. For all she or I knew, there would be a chance that William could never wake up. Not ever. And Eliza would have never gotten to say goodbye.


“My William. I love you.” Eliza kissed William gently. “You will always be mine. I love you. Thank you. Thank you so much.” Eliza put her hand over William’s heart. “Goodbye.” She whispered, with a final kiss. And at that last moment, William’s chest came to it’s last rise and fall. Rise and fall. Rise. And… fall.

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