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Seeing as ithas been a number of weeks since my family and I first arrived here in Jamestown, Virginia – and considering we are now fairly well-off – I’ve decided to begin a blog, documenting our journey and settlement.

Upon arrival, my husband Marcus was granted 100 acres of land due to our share of stock earned by investing in the London Company. Despite some word that’s been going around; in actually, Jamestown is beautiful and quite picturesque. Land is plentiful and the population density is low. We encounter new settlers and adventurers every week, yet the lives of my family and I remain private and calm. The air and water surrounding the area is not polluted. It seems as though disease is barely an issue! It is difficult to imagine a cleanlier town! Marcus is successfully employed as a farmer on a neighboring area of land in addition to working on our own land; this way, food for our large family is plentiful due to our large supply of additional money. Our diets are incredible – a sure sign of well-being! We spend a third of the income on vegetables and grains. Our family consumes a lot of meat – a direct representation of our wealth! The hunting and domesticating skills of Marcus along with our many sons have given us a large sum of pork and dairy products. I consume about ½ pound of meat per day!

thebeauteousjeffersondavis

I am so jealous of you! In my colony, our soil is horrible. You are so luck to have gotten all of the good soil. Sometimes I think of moving to Virginia but it's too much of a hassle. I hear that it is full of tobacco! It sounds amazing. I really wish we had the soil and diversity of Virginia. I am jealous but what can I do? We live longer so HA! Take that, Virginian! You have only soil and diversity. We are obviously smarter. #RiseofthebeauteousJeffersonDavis

southernblogger99

June 29th 1706

Oh how I hate these bloody slaves! I ask for little, and they output garbage! I had appointed a slave to do the work of the field since my husband is ill and they ruined the whole plantation field along with their crops! They showered too much water and plowed incorrectly, damaging the whole crop production! And I was so kind that I only whipped him 3 times. I spared him the countless torture that lurked my mind. So I gave him another chance and allowed for him to clean the house free of dirt and cook supper. In return, he rearranged the items that were in certain places and cooked a horrid meal for my family that was entirely inedible! This man disgraced the title of a slave! Now I spared him no pain; I whipped until he begged for forgiveness and made each one as loud as his screams!

He ruined the plantation that had such potential with fresh crops and prepared an inedible meal for such a wealthy family! He then cried in pain and left himself in front of my house. Oh how he begged for treatment for his tarnished body. Well, he gave my family trash, so I left him there to die, as trash.

thebeauteousjeffersondavis

Oh Eliza! What problems you have in your life! Slaves aren't the way to do something. In my region, we don't have slaves. I believe that doing things by yourself are the more efficient way of doing things. I like to focus more on education. In my region, we value education a lot. I have read your comment on my blog post about Harvard. If you're kids are a good fit for Harvard, they will get in, but I must say that it is a very selective institution. I think that putting your children in Harvard would work great, but adjusting to the life at Harvard will be difficult. Unlike your soil, our soil is heavily glaciated and we don't have slaves. It's interesting that you treat your slave as if it were a witch. Lol, they might just be #sonsofWitches. It seems like you value your family and want a closer-knit society and you may find that in Massachusetts Bay when you try to get your children into Harvard. If your children get rejected, I, a former Harvard student, can mentor your kids just swing by whenever! Best of luck, Eliza!

p.s. be nicer to your slaves, be grateful that you even have them dawg!

livinlikebubby

Tuesday April 11th, 1757 Evening

After work, I stopped by at the new Fire Company Ben was establishing, I wanted to speak to him about the job offer he made to me, but he wasn’t there #SOOOOOLame. I assumed he would be at the Academy trying to perform his Kite Experiment or something like that.

Once I got there, I spoke to him about how work as a shipbuilder was getting very tiring and very hard. Ben started talking to me about the Way of Wealth. He told me that making money wasn’t going to be easy and it wouldn’t just be a walk in the park. He said that the job offer is not available anymore, but he told me that he could help me start my own company.

thebeauteousjeffersondavis

Hey there Bubs! Its Jefferson, your old pal. Its sad to hear that you were let down by your colleague Ben. It is pretty sad that even in our new places to live we are being let down/betrayed by those that are close to us. I couldn't help but give you some advice. I suggest traveling to Massachusetts Bay and getting an education in Harvard. Trust me, Massachusetts Bay was the best place ever until the witches spread. I hear that the witch huntings are long gone and were just a myth. Even though I feel ashamed in going back there, I know that they still respect me. Tell them that you are a disciple of THE Jefferson Davis and they will let you into Harvard. Life is different in Massachusetts Bay than it is in Pennsylvania, you may find more time to spend with your beloved family unlike right now. It would be a good idea to go by there, it will lead you to a triumphant path in your future business endeavours. It will help you make money just like you wanted too. In Massachusetts Bay, they need people like you to promote diversity. I hope the best for you, Bubs!

Life

*Present day June 8 1692 Age: 62* I have arrived in New Hampshire. Things are tough for me as I am an old man who is looking for company in New Hampshire. I am living life as an ordinary shipbuilder. I teach young children on the side because I have an education from Harvard. I do not see myself alive in the next 10-12 years. I have my pet Pikachu and he is my only true companion. Shipbuilding is not bad but it does put my intellectual abilities to waste. It is better than farming, but what choice do I have? I may migrate elsewhere but for now I am in New Hampshire. Although, I may go to Connecticut and try out the famous nutmeg. I hear that the Salem Witch Trials are over but I still cannot go back. I hope to teach the young children of New Hampshire a path to success. This is all that really remains in my life, my broken down life. Looks like I may have to change my tumblr bio.

*Present Day March 1692 Age: 62* Why me! After I devoted my life to you, why would you do this to me, God! Today is a very shocking day in my life, it is also very sad. Today I found out that my wife is a witch. I don't know what to do with myself. I have this curse placed upon me. No one knows what I know. I should have known all along that she was like this. She truly stuck out in the crowd. Her personality and abilities were magical, but in a bad way. Now my children are sons of witches! I must inform someone about her but I cannot stay here. I must abandon my colony. Staying here and watching the trial will do me no good. I will turn her in and leave as soon as possible.

I must take my education and everything of value to me and leave. I will leave to a different colony because over here I am too ashamed to stay. I feel betrayed, it feels sad leaving my childhood memories behind in Massachusetts Bay. I will say my goodbyes and depart from Massachusetts Bay forever. I will go to New Hampshire and I will hope for a new start. I still believe that God can help guide me to a new life, just like my father left England for a new life. I will live the rest of my life as a farmer or shipbuilder, I will let the people of New Hampshire decide. I am an old man now, I have little to live for. I will live for myself, God, Pikachu, and the wishes of my dead father.

I took her advice, as I did not believe in absolute power over her. I let her make some decisions for our family. This was where my wife led me. She told me that this place would be the stepping stone for success. I would soon become one of the few, one of the elite. I did not know I was as smart as I truly was. God had given me a gift and it was my time to use it. At Harvard, I became very competitive. Here, I rose to the top of my class and took advantage of what God had given me. I had been blessed with the ability to withhold lots of information and the ability to memorize things after seeing them only once. There were strict rules at Harvard. Harvard taught me the ways of being successful. I was grateful for this experience and I used my knowledge to become nothing. It was an odd move, people said, but in my years at Harvard, I was able to grasp the idea that family and God is what life is for. I had the credibility to become many things, but I chose my family and a simple life. I respected my wife and lived the life that God gave me, I did not attempt to change it.

After contemplating life in the colony, I stumbled upon this beautiful woman. My parents had been telling me to get married and I just couldn't find the right woman. I had thought this was the one. She looked perfect and healthy, I didn't know how to approach her. I was still young, but, in the colony it started to become a trend to marry early. Our colony was magical! Women were able to have so many babies. I imagined myself in the nearby future to be married and to have 6-8 kids. "Why not now?" I had thought to myself.

I decided to make up my mind to marry her. My marriage, I thought, would take some weight off of my shoulders. I hoped that she would be good at making clothes, soap, and candles. After our marriage, I found out that she was perfect, there was something magical about her. There was something in her that made her stick out. She was the best decision of my life, she was an amazing cook and within our first year, we had a baby boy. We named him Scotty. After our first child, I had more people that I needed to support. My wife motivated me to take a step towards success instead of waiting for the rocky crops to grow.

Oh, life was truly great everything in the community was great.We lived as a close-knit community. We worked together as a family, we were an interdependent community. Our town was centred around the meeting house, it was the main religious building. In-between our long worships we met at the tavern, which was located as close as possible to the meeting house. All of these things were enjoyable. They brought me happiness as the community was a whole. Even though things were great, there was a downside. Our soil was horrible!

My family had struggled with farming and growing crops. The soil was heavily glaciated. Everyone was distressed, this was a big problem for our community. We could not grow crops as well as we had hoped. Although the crops were doing bad, our community was so close-knit we helped each other out. We also received a lot of help from new settlers. Each group of settlers brought us supplies and strengthened our community. Things were not going well so I had to find a new way to spend my time instead of wasting it on crops that barely grew.

"Finally!", I remember screaming. I remember this day like it was yesterday, I will never forget being part of the "Great Migration". It was the happiest day of my young life. My family, fellow Puritans, and I had finally arrived at Massachusetts Bay. I remember seeing the the colony from the boat. I was so eager to finally get off I had reached my destination. I remember my Puritan father talking about finally being away from the turmoil-struck and impure England.

Our first day at New England was truly a blessing from God. "A sip of New England's air is better than a whole draft of old England's ale", said my father. This place brought bliss to my family. I saw lots of children around that were in/around my age group. Each mother had so many kids! I was the only child in my family. These children, I had hoped at the time, would soon become by friends. While I tried to adjust to Massachusetts Bay, on the first day, I found a pet. I named him Pikachu, I hoped that he would stay with me forever.

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