Remember this post, where I waxed eloquent about poor Elijah—my 5th great-grandfather, who died just before arriving in America from Germany?
Well, turns out that was a lie.
Things like this happen when researching ancestry. I try to be diligent. To check sources. Review information to see that it makes sense (you know, no children bearing children, times and places that make sense, that sort of thing). But even with all that, Read More »
A cool wind whistled at the cabin’s window. At least marching will be pleasant, Benjamin thought, slinging his musket over his shoulder. “Come, Anna, girls; Onkel Martin is waiting for us.” Martin lived near Drapers Meadow; his wife Anna and the children would be safe there while he was gone. They would have to hurry, […]
Noah fidgeted with the rope draped around his shoulder. No one had told him how heavy the drum would feel after hours of marching in the afternoon sun. To make matters worse, Andrew’s uniform chafed. This morning, he’d felt lucky to take his place when they’d learned his friend was ill, even though Ma wept […]
Bethlehem, Pennsylvania; September 23, 1777 My Dear Mary, I am in receipt of your letter which I Prize and am Encouraged that I am kindly remembered. At our last meeting, you asked that I Share Honestly news of the War, so it is in that Spirit that I tell you of our recent encounter with […]
Elijah opened his eyes to a sea of bodies, crammed shoulder to jowl at the foot of his berth: Papa, Hans and Elizabeth, the children, behind them others he didn’t recognize. His lovely Mary held his hand, ever the vigilant nurse, her great belly nudged against his arm. The fetid smell of urine and vomit mixed […]
Ezra Taylor stared at the decorated tree through the narrow slot built into the sugar house. Hessian soldiers had spent the afternoon festooning the limbs of the fir with apples, candied fruits, and ribbons. He’d thought it an odd custom at the time but now that candles flickered in the boughs, its beauty mesmerized him. […]
William McDowell c1750 William loosed the grip the wee woman had about his waist. “Mam, stop. Everyone will see.” “And just what is the matter with that, young man? Are you ashamed to be seen hugging your mother?” “No, Mam, but haven’t you hugged me enough?” William wriggled out of his mother’s arms, then noticed […]