I’m writing to you to inform you that your colony of Georgia is going great, now. The Good ship Anne was perfect and wonderful for the journey. It took exactly 57 days to get to place called Charleston, South Carolina on January 13th, 1733. Even when we didn’t have the supply to keep going such a food and clean water, we worked out our problems and got through them, out of the 114 passengers only 2 infants didn’t make it. When we got to Charleston we went to man named John Musgrove to ask permission to use Mary Musgrove as a translator.
Seventeen Acres There had always been one week every year that was very special to me. It would start out as a joyful car ride and transform into a long, eventful road trip. The final destination that we would arrive at sixteen dreadful hours later was a warm, petite home located on seventeen acres of property in a little town known as Smithers. As my parents, younger brother, and I pulled up in the driveway, my Papa would be ready to greet each of us with a warm hug. We didn 't see each other often, therefore we made the most of the time that we had.
Today was a big day for me, probably one of the most important, also concluding that it was the first time I had arrived in New France. At 7:30 a.m., us passengers were let of this grand ship that took us all the way from France to New France! Even though it had taken me more than 3 months, I was glad to start a new life in this new territory. As we got of the ship, I immediately smelled fresh air that I haven’t in a long time. I recall my mom saying “good luck with your new journey!”
From the moment April met Bob’s mother, Barbara, she felt the disapproval. Barbara Radcliff threw a lot of extravagant parties and April was encouraged to invite Cheryl over for the Christmas holidays. April was embarrassed to introduce Cheryl to Barbara and her friends because everyone would know she was a half-breed. While Cheryl is in Toronto visiting April she knows that April is only married to Bob and puts up with mother Radcliff because she is finally in with the
Cumming, Georgia offered many of these scattered mothers a place where their mind could be at solace as their child could get a prime education at the cost of their Husband commuting to work every day on Georgia 400. Furthermore, during the 1990’s places such as China Wok, and Sri Krishna Vilas began opening, and this time those who previously gathered around the courthouse did not throw stones instead the men of Cumming Georgia went from wearing white bed sheets to polo jeans. These new BMW drivers, and polo jean wearers of Cumming held themselves in high regards, where even at Food Lion they would neglect the grocery baggers asking paper or plastic. By the 2010’s, Fowler Park was constructed along with The Collection at Forsyth.
In an attempt to cheer Solomon up, Sofia, his wife’s friend, introduced Frieda to Solomon. With a love for one another, Solomon and Frieda got married on November 1946 and moved to New Orleans with their 1-year-old son during that time. Solomon had decided to work in the fur business once again and soon raised enough money to educate his children. Living his life each day, Solomon died at the age of 92 in August 2002, with a family by his side. In an interview, Solomon had once said about how he felt in the camps, “How did I survive?
The way that I arrived here was when I and my mother took a road trip to visit my aunt in Pelham, Georgia. I was so amazed at the beautiful country setting, the warm weather in the middle of February, and the friendly people; but I was also home sick at the same time. I really enjoyed our trip and was thankful that I got to see my family, but I was ready to get back home. Upon returning from our trip, my mom started talking about moving down south. She had a number of
“I’m not busy this morning, I can be there in forty minutes,” the owner replied. The owner showed up in his large Ford pickup with the wood-frame (sections of the)shed loaded in the back. Together, the six men unloaded them easily. Since the owner wasn’t busy, he stayed and directed the construction of the shed.
On a warm, early-June day, I found myself packing my things. In a small duffel bag, I stuffed in a few days’ clothes and my personal toiletries, then shuffled out of my bright blue and silver room, down the flight of stairs, and, only pausing to tell my parents I was leaving, out the door. Within a few minutes, I pulled my shiny red car into the drive of the place I would live for the next few years, though I didn’t know it then. The little brown ranch house facilitated most of my weekends and childhood summers for years, but I’d never thought it might evolutionize into my permanent home. In a few short weeks, heartbreaking news and the beginning of a long struggle would transform the lives of myself and my family.
Last month in August my brother, mom, and I went to Pismo Beach for vacation it was a long drive. It was a beautiful drive all these different types of sceneries. When my mom told us that we were there we pulled up to a large farm I was so confused. My mom said “come on out without your suitcases.” When we walked up to the door we knocked, and a lady walked out of her house, she was not very tall she was wearing a pink shirt and green shorts she looked very tired.
Since we could only have the moving truck for a couple of days, we put all of our items in my aunt’s spare room. Luckily, her house was big enough for four of us plus her own family. As the new school year began to start, my dad thought it was a good idea to enroll me into next year to secure my spot for kindergarten. Then we were told we were told Arizona’s school policy only allowed six year olds into kindergarten.
Now, the laid back southern life to me, is the way to go! No one is ever in a hurry it seems, just moseying along at their own tempo of life. Sitting back relaxing in the yard with family and friends talking about everything under the sky, laughing and cutting up with one another, having a cook-out or a late night bonfire enjoying the night air, sippin’ on some sweet tea, is what is special in my heart.