March 11, 1780 Dear Diary, Day 3. Today is Wednesday, and it is a beautiful day. At school, we went outside to play, and the flowers were blooming and the grass was green. My mom and dad are working at the market again. After we got that money, my parents were not arguing as much. We have enough money to bring my brothers home for two weeks. Then we paid for our debt, and we lived like we were in a dream. My birthday is in two weeks, and I will be turning 15. Today I went fishing for dinner and caught six bass and three catfish. We cooked it on the fire and I loved it. My dad just got a new job. He now works at the mines. My mom is still working at the market, and my dad gets $23 every day four times a week. My brothers have three more months until they leave the army.

March 10,1780 Dear Diary, Day 2. Today is Tuesday, and today at school it was raining so hard part of the rooftop leaked. We had to tie blankets to the roof so we could not be soaked as bad. My parents are out selling items at the market for a little money to pay for food. We never get much money and we are trying to pay for debt. I am sick as I’m writing this. Dr. Garrett said I have a little cold, and it should go away after a while. I was sitting down when my parents came on the carriage when they said we just sold a candle. That was really rare and got $345! I was speechless. And at that moment it was the best moment of my life. My parents are at the market buying food for us, and my brothers are outside getting water from the well. My parents are also trying to find the landlord for the house.

March 9, 1780 Dear Diary, Day 1. My name is Johannes William’s, and I’m 14 years old. My family is torn apart because my brothers are fighting in the Continental War. My mother, Beth, is on the colonists’ side and my father James is a loyalist. I believe colonies should have the right for independence. My life is horrible right now because we are not getting enough food. My parents are fighting too much and don’t have time to work for more money. Our house is a log cabin and the insolation is mud splashed on it. So far I haven't seen both my brothers in three months. My mom is trying to convince me to go on the colonists’ side. My dad is also trying to get me to be loyal to the king. My brothers are trying to get me to go into the Continental War to fight. So as that happens, my brothers and my mom and dad argue, and I hate when they argue. We don’t have enough money to pay for debt, so we only have one week left of our rent or we will get kicked out.

DAY 2 April 29, 1776 Dear Diary, Today my parents are still having a conflict. They are fighting about tea act taxes. We should not have taxes because it causes conflict, trouble and family issues so people should not have to pay taxes. and now my dad is….. oh no MOM RUN!!!!DAD STOP!!.“You both can pay the taxes”, I say. “It’s not like that Emily” my dad says I wish to never grow up. Help me, Melissa.And I think that people should stop teaming up with the patriots do you? Love, Emily

August 25, 1773 Dear Mom, Dad, and lil Joe, I was just informing you I’m okay and I've seen a lot since I joined like execution, and I have killed a lot of men. I wish it did not have to be this way but it must. Our next step will be ambushing a British base in a week. I wish it was over and we had freedom. We’re sending a spy to check up on the Redcoats base that we are ambushing and getting some supplies. We’re staying in a tavern for the night. It won't be soon till we have independence from Britain. I won’t stop fighting for my family ever. Mom, think of me as your little minutemen. Tonight there was a conflict with the tavern owner he didn't want tons of men in the tavern, but we made a deal that we would give his children and wife freedom one day. Mom must go. I'm up for watch duty. I'll send another letter soon. Sincerely your son, Mike

July 20, 1774 Dear Thomas Gage, I think you should be governor because you were lieutenant in the British army. You also gave your service in the French and Indian War.You were also military governor of Montreal in 1760, and became commander of British soldiers.You were a royal governor of Massachusetts and the most powerful British official in the colonies: New York, New Jersey, and Philadelphia, and I really liked how you ordered the army to confiscate guns, powder, and weapons. You became the commander of British soldiers in North America. As you can see I really think you could be a great Governor. Sincerely, King George |||

Friday, December 30,1769 Dear Grandma Sue, I am fine , but father is not, so here’s what happened. Someone yelled “The British are coming!” “The British are coming!” and then I saw horses. Men with big guns show up. Father blocked the door. We were told by our mother to hide when the men came. They took things like food, toys, money, guns, and jewelry. They stuffed it into their bags. Then something bad happened, they started beating father. So he would tell them where we were but he did not , they threw him into the corner. All I heard was fire and boom, there were shots fired all over. People were screaming, “Let me free please.” Lilly started crying. So I told her to cover her ears, so she did. She was still crying. We hid under the house. I looked through the crack so I heard and saw everything. We could hear father screaming and then it stopped. He had hit the floor and was murdered. I screamed and they found us. So mother rushed to get a pan and hit the man with it. There was silence for three seconds. Then Lilly saw father. More screaming occurred. I could see the horror in her eyes. Mother and I sent her to her room. We told her to stay there until it was completely safe. I’m glad I’m fine but now mother me and Lilly all are on our own, so we’re fine besides Father. So I guess we are going to visit soon , but all I am trying to say is, I am sorry for our loss of Father. Sincerely, Elizabeth & Lily

Journal entry 1777 Jan, 1 Its the first day: and my parents are still fighting because my brother is fighting for the Patriots I am Lam my mom is a patriot and my dad is a Tory and my brother you already know about him he's a Patriot my dad is threatening to leave. But my mom won't let him my brother took the gun with him. So if anything happens, I don't know what to do. I own a musket so I stare out my window ready to shoot. Still nothing to shoot but I still hear the screams of my parents so I climb out my window with my musket. I thought I would go hunting but i ran into a bear so i shoot once and the bear charges and I hear a shot and the bear had fallen! I reload and look around. no one around I raise the gun and someone grabs my shoulder I raise the gun and turn around i find my brother standing there he said”close ‘’One ay, Lam”. I look at him and run over to hug him and he just stood there smiling and I said “would have stabbed it” I hear a gunshot and my brothers hand is bleeding I grab my gun to find. Father there with his gun I yell at him and he said heres a yells at me to go home s im walking I hear another gun shoot and father yells. I look over to see a torey holding a gun at me and he fires it hits me in the leg. I shot and hurted him too,and I start running back home where I find five Patriots shooting out the window. I see one fall. I walk over and drag him and put bandages on him. I see mom I run over to see my other brother Samuel there I didn’t tell you about him and he is tending a gunshot wound on her then dad walks in I run up to my room and go to sleep but it was hard because of all the gun shots I could here.

SORRY kagabi mahal ko..bati mo na ko neh? galingan mo mamaya.. ;* i LOVE you!!<3 ^___^

Friday, December 30,1769 Dear Grandma Sue, I am fine , but father is not, so here’s what happened. Someone yelled “The British are coming!” “The British are coming!” and then I saw horses. Men with big guns show up. Father blocked the door. We were told by our mother to hide when the men came. They took things like food, toys, money, guns, and jewelry they stuffed it into their bags. then something bad happened, they started beating father. So he would tell them where we were but he did not they threw him into the corner. All I heard was fire and boom, there were shots fired all over. People were screaming, “Let me free please.” Lilly started crying. So I told her to cover her ears, so she did. She was still crying. We hid under the house. I looked through the crack so I heard and saw everything. We could hear father screaming and then it stopped. He had hit the floor and was murdered. I screamed and they found us. So mother rushed to get a pan and hit the man with it. There was silence for three seconds. Then Lilly saw father. More screaming occurred. I could see the horror in her eyes. Mother and I sent her to her room. We told her to stay there until it was completely safe. I’m glad I’m fine but now mother me and Lilly all are on our own, so we’re fine besides Father. So I guess we are going to visit soon , but all I am trying to say is, I am sorry for our loss of Father. Sincerely, Elizabeth & Lilly

March 7, 1770 Dear Diary, Today the fire ignited in Mother! “You’re worthless get out of my house!” Mother said that with tears in her eyes. “All that you do is taunt and taunt me I want you out of my house by tomorrow at dawn! There will be no more tories in this household!” “Fine then I don’t need you any ways I will live on my own! I hope that you have money to send Sally to school with because if Sally’s not in my house then I’m not paying for her!” Father screamed. Then left but on the way out I saw him smuggle some of my mothers money for food. Just then I knew which side to choose I was going to be a patriot. When I grew up I wanted to be a Son Of Liberty! I told my mother that and she let me do it. I was ready to become a patriot! I was now on a side all because of one little fight. I had bloomed into the final flower. I was going to be reble. I was going to be me. But now I can’t go to school anymore because Mother couldn’t afford it. I was serving some soldiers earlier and asked them “Why do you think I am a wild beast.” But all they did was be quiet, stood up, then left because they didn’t know how to respond. Sincerely, Sally

March 6, 1770 Dear Diary, Today I asked my mother why her and father fight, why there were Patriots and Loyalists, Why there were so many things that happen in the war? Why there was even a war? Her first answer was, “Well my dear the reason why your father and I fight is that I am a Patriot and your father is a Loyalist.” She continued. “Why there are Loyalists and Patriots is because of different beliefs, like patriots believe in freedom of the colonists not being ruled over by a king. But the loyalists believe that if the colonists don’t have a king, they will all run like wild beasts which isn’t true…” “L..l..like wild beasts they have to be crazy I mean I’m not a wild beast am I… no not last time I checked, they’re the wild beasts! No they’re monsters!” I said. Mother responded, “ I know my dear but they think so.” she continued “ Why there is a war my dear is because of us. We had caused it. We got mad and we fought back! We got sick of being pushed around and stuff like that! The Boston Massacre was a little bit too much though. And finally why there is so much stuff in the war is because a war is well a war. And in a war there’s a lot of stuff.” A moment later Father came in with a rabbit that he had shot. And that meant rabbit stew for dinner. Today a lot of soldiers came in and I had to cook for them because mother wasn’t around. I made them bread and vegetable soup. Sincerely, Sally

April 28,1776 Dear Diary, I’m sad of how my parents don’t get along, but like my Aunt Deanna says that is how some people are and parents too. So I wish that my parents will just get along. I have a friend that their parents fight a lot and she gets so sad. I mean I am too, but I think that I will get through it, and I know my parents fight a million times a day. My aunt also says when one door closes another one opens. When she says that it makes me happy I’m glad that my aunt is always there for me, and she gives me advice when I need it.Sorry gotta go get supplies.Oh and one more thing I know someday you will be a spy,have you ever smuggled anything before? Just out of curiosity,One day I want to see the statue of liberty. Love, Emily

12-17-70 Dear Derek the Diary, I need a job. Mother got fired and father works at a farm in Lexington and I need to get a job because father doesn't get paid well. I hope I get a good job I will be back in an hour. I just got a great job!!!! I got a job at the bakery they get paid 3 shillings a day because the bakery is owned by a rich guy named Ollie Johns.Today I start the job! It was a nice place but I got treated different, bossed around,and got paid 1 shilling instead of 3 just because I am only 13! I told mom, but she said that is life. Again. I think mother is really depressed and I don’t know why I need to find out.

August 25, 1773 Dear Mom, Dad, and lil Joe, I was just informing you I’m okay and I've seen a lot since I joined like execution, and I have killed a lot of men. I wish it did not have to be this way but it must. Our next step will be ambushing a British base in a week. I wish it was over and we had freedom. We’re sending a spy to check up on the Redcoats base that we are ambushing and getting some supplies. We’re staying in a tavern for the night. It won't be soon till we have independence from Britain. I won’t stop fighting for my family ever. Mom, think of me as your little minutemen. Tonight there was a conflict with the tavern owner he didn't want tons of men in the tavern, but we made a deal that we would give his children and wife freedom one day. Mom must go. I'm up for watch duty. I'll send another letter soon. Sincerely your son, Mike

12-16-70 Dear Derek the Diary, Today, very early in the morning, William and Harold set off. It was different without them and I had to do more chores, for example, milk the cow, bring the water in, gather the eggs, well I had help with that one but to be honest Prim isn't the best egg gatherer, and each time she walked,the basket bumped against her leg and it spilled all over the place! The hens didn’t lay very much eggs because it was December. For breakfast, we had potatoes and beans.They were the most delicious potatoes I've ever had!When dad got home from work, he said an apology to mother. I knew William took fathers Brown Bess and Harold borrowed our neighbors shotgun.William is as stubborn as a mules butt. I sometimes wish that life would be a lot easier for us but like my mother said, “This is our life now.”

3, Humberstone Road, Cambridge, England. 28 January 1933 Dear Sir or Madam, I am enclosing herewith an appeal on behalf of the thirty million Muslims of PAKISTAN, who live in the five Northern Units of India—Punjab, North-West Frontier (Afghan) Province, Kashmir, Sind, and Baluchistan. It embodies their demand for the recognition of their national status, as distinct from the other inhabitants of India, by the grant to Pakistan of a separate Federal Constitution on religious, social and historical grounds. I shall be pleased if you will kindly acquaint me with your valuable opinion on the proposed solution of the great Hindu-Muslim problem. I trust that, vitally interested as you are in a just and permanent solution of that complex problem, the objects outlined in the appeal wiIl meet with your fullest approval and active support. Yours truly, Rahmat Ali (Choudhary). (Founder, Pakistan National Movement)

Your Holiness, Since my voyage to the island of Hispaniola, with my dearest friend Nicolaus de Ovando my worldview has changed. Since I stepped foot in this island I was confounded and bewildered by it's beauty, never imagining it could be so. This land is so full of riches, cultural and physical and I could see why Spain's hold over it was such. Since graciously I have been blessed to be an ordained priest here, I was granted many riches and when I took part on the conquest of Cuba, even more so. I was granted an encomienda and for twelve years lived in complete luxury. Since the law firmly stated that in return for the use of native labor, encomenderos were instructed to

8/5/1831 Dear Caroline, How have you been doing? I have not spoken to you in a while. It has been very crazy around here lately as there has been a major uproar in discussion over slavery. As you may already know there have been several different opinions on how to eliminate slavery. There was the gradualism method which was the idea of eliminating slavery gradually. This idea was thought to be beneficial because it would give us time to adjust to the loss of this income from the slaves. Another opinion on the elimination of slaves was American colonization. This was the idea that African Americans should move back to Africa to form what is now known as Liberia. Some slaves followed this plan but it was very unrealistic for most. Now another idea has come about. Abolition. Some groups think that slaves should all be immediately freed. Have you heard of William Lloyd Garrison? Well, he is a leader of the abolitionist movement and had been doing some big things. He is a writer of an anti-slavery journal saying that all Americans have an obligation to take part in this cause. All in all things are becoming pretty hectic down here and who knows what will happen with our slaves. Talk to you later. Elizabeth

Music Man, I would be honored. I have been called to perform the rite of confirmatiom on you. Your spirit shines with the beat. Maybe this is what I was feeling. I will gather the music i can find. Perhaps these two events are linked. Your brother in the Beat, Gabriel

Dear Friend The time has come for me to ascend. I request your help in this matter. It will not be pleasant for either of us. If you are willing, please bring any amount of sheet music to wherever it is my shrine is set up at midnight on Friday night (Barring zombie attack, whereby let us convene after). If you do not wish to attend, I would appreciate the sheet music. If you can find none, and do not wish to come, I would appreciate encouragement. With Love Whom you call "Music Man" P.S. I am sorry for the lack of lyrics in this letter.

March 5, 1770 Dear Diary, Today I was stuck at home because the streets were starting to flood. But today things at home just got worse. My father got in a conflict with my mother and called her a few unpleasant names and slapped her then just left. When he left my mother said to me ,“ A tory hitting a colonist girl should be treason.” I thought of it then just let it go. Then the thought of the war being gone and freedom flowing through the world came to mind. But I guess that until the rebellion stops, that the war won’t stop. Then all of a sudden when my mom was making dinner I heard a kaboom that startled me so I looked out of the window but my mother grabbed me and took me to the seller. But news comes around fast. It has been only one hour, and they already called it the Boston Massacre. Oh yeah, what I ate today was for breakfast, I ate some strawberries, for lunch I ate some fresh baked bread from the bakery, and for dinner I had some fish that were caught by Father just today. My brothers sent a letter today talking about how the war had been and how it had become harder. The whole letter was boring. My brothers have been in the war for nine years. One thing they have never said to me is, “I love you.” Sincerely , Sally

May 5,1775 Dear Diary, Well, things are getting a little better. My brothers are home. But my mom, went to King George III’s side. So, now I’m on my own. My dad just left to go find food. I’ll be right back. Okay. I’m back. Dad brought food and it is the best food I’ve ever had! They got in a fight. Yes. Mom & Dad. My mom is back on my side. We left. We left the house. Just Mom and I. I’m so scared. Who is gonna take care of us? Is it going to be Mom and I forever? No house, no dad, no brothers, no food, and no love. What if things were normal for my family? What if I remembered what fun is? I can’t even go outside to run because of the war. -Sara Randlo

May 4, 1775 Dear Diary, Could life be worse? My brothers are dying and I can’t even see them. I’m scared. What do I do? I think I’m going to take my mom’s side. But, I don’t know. I want freedom!!! And King George the III, I can’t take it. “NO MORE WAR!” is what I want to say to him. Today, my dad went hunting. He brought us some delicious pork for lunch and bacon for breakfast. We also had green beans, which I dislike, and a thought I have is”WHY WAR”!? Why can’t it just be normal? I wanna cry! Dad I love you, but I’m leaving your side. -Sara Randlo

March 19,1774 Dear Thomas Gage, I want you to be the governor of Massachusetts, so you can take care of the protestors. You can help the British get more people to stop people from throwing boxes off the ship. I believe that you will be a good governor because you were a general in the French and Indian War. Your Loyal King, King George III

May 3, 1775 Dear Diary, Life is hard right now. My dad is VERY loyal to the king and my mom, not so much. I’m not sure what side to take. My three brothers are out fighting in the Continental Army. I haven’t seen them since I was a baby. And now, my family is torn apart. I really want to go to school and meet new people and make friends, thus, I’m too poor. So, that I can’t do. Another downer is I have to cook for the soldiers. We ate green beans as usual. They were disgusting (as usual). I wish we could have real food for once. There seemed to be like 100,000,000,000,00 green beans on my plate but really it was only 35 or something. I really just want to ask Mom, “Why do we always eat green beans?” Also, we just had even more green beans imported to us! -Sara Randlo

March 16,1770 Dear Diary, Today, Tom went to fight in the war. One of the rebels had shot Mother and she died. But, dad seemed so mad that he jumped right in front of their muskets and they shot Dad too. I was all on my own because Tom moved out. Then Tom moved in with my grandma and grandpa. They let him do anything he wants too. He could even kill somebody and they wouldn't care. Love, Jennifer Revere

12-15-70 Dear Derek the Diary, Today was a rough day. Mother and Father were fighting again in the tavern. I really don’t think I should have been listening. In the beginning of the fight it wasn't so bad it was about Harold and William going somewhere and then,blah blah because I could not hear anything else, but then Father shouted, “Janette, get a hold of yourself, our kids are not going in the war and fighting for the patriots side!” Then he slapped her. ”We need independence, freedom, a rebellion, and we need to protest! Our sons could be a part of that, isn't that what we want?” Mother said. I laid down in bed after that because Father almost saw me and I didn't want to get a spanking. Of course mom won the fight, like always, so William and Harold are going to war….I wonder what it would be like to kill someone.I fell asleep wondering if the patriots would fail or succeed.I lie awake in my bed when Prim, my little sister comes in and she comes up to me crying, “Are William and Harold going to war?!” “Yes” I said solemnly.Then mom came up and saw Prim crying and hugged her and said “I know this is hard but this is our life now.” Goodnight Derek the Diary, goodnight.

March,15 1770 Dear Diary, Last night Tom stayed in the tents and did not come back in until Dad left in the morning. When he came in he told Mom to make him a uniform but, mom said no. She said you have to make it yourself. Tom came to me and told me to make one. I told him I wasn’t going to do it. Then Tom threatened me. He said that he was going to cut me with a knife if I didn’t do it so I did it. But I told mom and he got in trouble and he went to the tents. Love, Jennifer Revere