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Colonial Life
My name is Mary Mitchell. I’m the fourth child from a family on nine siblings. I’ve lived in New Haven, Connecticut for 13 years in the city and I’m 19 years old. My mother, oldest brother Michael who is 23, younger brother Clement who is 18, and adopted 14 year old brother, Daniel, run our tavern. We live in the small home above the tavern.

My father, Miles Mitchell, works as a shipbuilder. I’ve been to his work area only once and while I was there I met my fiancé Charles Smith. I do not approve of Charles to be my husband because I do not love him. He hasn’t once brought flowers to my door with a poem in them, and hasn’t tried to take me out to dinner either. He just expects that if he loves me I will love him back, but I do not believe that is the way love works.

My mother and father chose to come to the new world because we are Puritans and we did not like the way churches back in England treated us. They decided we would board the Mayflower on September 16, 1620 and move to Connecticut by horse from Plymouth, Massachusetts. It took about eight months to get from England to Massachusetts. On the Mayflower 3 baby boys were born and the days that they were everyone was so happy. I don’t remember the family’s name but I think they were going to New York… my father and mother kept saying about the other family to only us, “Have fun with the Duke!”

My family is very lucky when it comes to sicknesses. We are one of the few families who barely ever get sick. The only time I can remember when someone was sick was when my great grandfather died right before we came here. It was a very sad day for all of us when we watched him slip away. My mother told me that he was in a better place now though. Some friends of ours back in England used to tell us we were cursed with good health, and I believe them now.

Revolution
**Source**: Hart, Diane, and Bert Bower. //History alive!: the United States through industrialism.// Palo Alto, Calif.: Teachers’ Curriculum Institute, 2011. Print. __Hessian (soldiers)__ 9 November 2010 <[]> __Mercenary__ 9 November 2010 <[]>

**Topic**: Victory in Trenton “Late on December 25, 1776, Washington’s army crossed the… Delaware River in small boats.” (Hart 92)

Went to Trenton and found the Hessians were asleep and the mercenaries surrendered because they were caught by surprise. (Hart 92)

**Source:** __ Battle of Trenton __ 16 November 2010 <[]>

**Topic:** Victory in Trenton “… the American forces began to cross the Delaware… weather conditions, however, did not make the passage easy.” (Battle of Trenton) “… boats had to avoid ice floes in the river and a heavy snow storm turned to sleet” (Battle of Trenton)

“… those boats not used in the evacuation were destroyed, making it impossible for the British to follow until ice formed.” (Battle of Trenton)

“…. Washington gained six cannon, 40 horses, and a vast array of supplies that were quickly transported to Pennsylvania.” (Battle of Trenton)

Nathanael Greene’s army could have been caught, because a Tory saw them and wrote and delivered a note to Rall, warning him that they were there. Rall was too focused on celebrating Christmas that he ignored the note and put it in his pocket, unread.

**Story Plot:** I. Introduction a. 1776 b. Trenton, New Jersey & Freehold, New Jersey II. Rising Action a. Chris and Mary spend almost the whole summer together III. Climax a. Chris tells Mary he's going to fight in the war IV. Falling Action a. The two write letters back and forth sharing information on the Battle of Trenton V. Dénouement a. Chris comes back home proud to be an American and finds out Mary is pregnant

VI. Story Theme: I want people to learn how easy it was for the Americans to win the Battle of Trenton and how the war affected so many people's lives.

I’m cold, soaking wet, and I can’t feel my hands, but I never want to let go of this moment. This is the most daring thing I have ever done, and if my mother and father were to realize I am not in my bed I would be thrown out of our home. They forbid me to even look at him, but he is better to me than my own fiancé. Chris is the one person I have been looking for the whole 18 years I have lived and I’m not going to let him go because my parents say I must. It is now the early hours of the morning, September 26, 1776. I snuck out of my home to spend the night with Chris in our secret spot, just outside of my hometown, Freehold, New Jersey. This is the last day Chris and I will get to spend together before I start working at the family tavern again, and I’m trying to avoid the thought of not seeing him. We have spent almost every day together ever since the first day we met. I hear two men shouting at each other in the distance. I can barely make out their words, but I hear one man call the other a traitor to this state and that he should go back to Britain. Chris takes my face in the palm of his hands as if to take me away from the world around us. He stares intently into my eyes; my face gets hotter and hotter with every second that passes. He tells me he loves me and never wants to leave me, and the next thing he told me almost broke my heart in two.