The Beginning
Hello, to those who are reading this memoir, my name is Abec Thompson; my life in the Southern colonies is composed of many exciting things such as helping slaves escape from their owners to fighting a war. But, before I could tell you these stories, I have to tell you about my early life and childhood. I was born on September 28, 1621 to Patrick Thompson and Patricia Reyes in a little home in Jamestown. My childhood was very good, but, I didn’t get a proper education like many other boys in my town. For, I was taught basic math and Language Arts and my dad said I was basically done with what I need in life as a man by the time I was 10.
My mom told me that I would have to continue the family job; I would have to follow my dad around if he ever went to his store to do something. I for one thought it was a waste of time but one day, something amazing had happened. John Smith had walked into the common area and a lot of people came to him and started asking him questions. I have heard that name before because my dad told me stories about him having the heart of a lion. One time, he told me a story that there were innumerable explorers and there were unforeseen deaths and he came to power and enacted that those who didn’t work, didn’t eat. I for one thought that it was fierce of him to actually starve his people until he got what he wanted and that is how I came to look up John Smith as a leader.
Five years had passed and I was 15 years old I no longer went with my dad in order to “observe” him, instead I was helping him plant and do stuff with the tobacco plants from planting them to weeding them. Also within the five year time period my family had grown from a humble store in a common area to a sucessful well known store in the entire colony. My family was rich and we brought a new house and a bigger yard for our tobacco plants and we were rich like a king I felt that my family had infinite amounts of good luck but it was about to change by going in the wrong direction.
One day, my family and I was coming back from shopping but then, my mom and dad started coughing as uncontrollably like the forces of nature. I tried to help as much as I could but, they ultimately died due to suffocation I was trapped in a sea of grief when both my parents stopped breathing. For a few days after my parents died, I didn’t do anything out of grief. But still, I planted, watered, and weeded the tobacco and as for my deceased parents I sent to the cemetery and visited them daily. After a year, I decided to do something and opened up the shop to sell the tobacco and got a lot of money but, I didn’t feel happy for all I wanted was my family nothing else.
I stayed in Jamestown for another two years or so and I decided then that I had to move in order to stop me from grieving and so, I found new place to move and I was going there by boat and I was scheduled to go there on my birthday. So, for the remaining two years I planted and sold as much tobacco as I could and after those two years, I sold what was left of the tobacco crop. After selling them all, I destroyed my dad’s shop and paid my respects to my parents one last time and left my house without saying a word. I kept on running far away from civilization “Thump!” Thump!” said my shoes on the jungle floor never turning back at Jamestown. Two months later, I had discovered at a new city which Jamestown was a part of this city was called Virginia.
My mom told me that I would have to continue the family job; I would have to follow my dad around if he ever went to his store to do something. I for one thought it was a waste of time but one day, something amazing had happened. John Smith had walked into the common area and a lot of people came to him and started asking him questions. I have heard that name before because my dad told me stories about him having the heart of a lion. One time, he told me a story that there were innumerable explorers and there were unforeseen deaths and he came to power and enacted that those who didn’t work, didn’t eat. I for one thought that it was fierce of him to actually starve his people until he got what he wanted and that is how I came to look up John Smith as a leader.
Five years had passed and I was 15 years old I no longer went with my dad in order to “observe” him, instead I was helping him plant and do stuff with the tobacco plants from planting them to weeding them. Also within the five year time period my family had grown from a humble store in a common area to a sucessful well known store in the entire colony. My family was rich and we brought a new house and a bigger yard for our tobacco plants and we were rich like a king I felt that my family had infinite amounts of good luck but it was about to change by going in the wrong direction.
One day, my family and I was coming back from shopping but then, my mom and dad started coughing as uncontrollably like the forces of nature. I tried to help as much as I could but, they ultimately died due to suffocation I was trapped in a sea of grief when both my parents stopped breathing. For a few days after my parents died, I didn’t do anything out of grief. But still, I planted, watered, and weeded the tobacco and as for my deceased parents I sent to the cemetery and visited them daily. After a year, I decided to do something and opened up the shop to sell the tobacco and got a lot of money but, I didn’t feel happy for all I wanted was my family nothing else.
I stayed in Jamestown for another two years or so and I decided then that I had to move in order to stop me from grieving and so, I found new place to move and I was going there by boat and I was scheduled to go there on my birthday. So, for the remaining two years I planted and sold as much tobacco as I could and after those two years, I sold what was left of the tobacco crop. After selling them all, I destroyed my dad’s shop and paid my respects to my parents one last time and left my house without saying a word. I kept on running far away from civilization “Thump!” Thump!” said my shoes on the jungle floor never turning back at Jamestown. Two months later, I had discovered at a new city which Jamestown was a part of this city was called Virginia.
The Change
The city of Virginia was huger and more clamorous than my simple hometown of Jamestown. For a while, I roamed around Virginia, exploring and observing the various homes and stores there were. But, after a while, I found a good patch of land (which I brought) and some wood and I began to build. After 3 months, my house was complete and I brought some furniture and I decided to find a job. At first there were a variety of jobs one of them including farming so, I decided to choose something else, blacksmithing.
Today was my first day at blacksmithing I was under the apprenticeship of a man named John Black. I was walking into the huge town when I saw a huge plantation filled with me with darker skin than mine. At first I was confused, for I had never seen these men in Jamestown before. But then, this man in a straw hat came and started to brutally whip one of the men, I was terrified as I ran away. Blacksmithing was really complicated for you needed patience and you had to be really strong to forge the metal as John showed me, as he heated the metal.
At night, I was filled with apprehension after the thought of the man being brutally whipped and from that day forward I swore to myself that I would be a peaceful person. Over the past few days I have been seeing two people who were dark people and I decided that I would rescue them tonight at their plantation. At night, I went to the men to try to free them and it turned out to be sucessful and I was going to go back to Jamestown until the men’s owner shot me in the right leg while I saw the two black men get dragged back to their plantation as I shouted a curse to the air.
I tried to limp back to my home but, the shot pain was too acute for me to deal with and I fainted right on the streets. When I came to, I was in some general store with two young ladies. One was named Samantha Johnson and the other was named Rosalinda Baker and they asked me why was I on the streets and I showed them my bloody leg and asked them for help and they gladly accepted. While they were wrapping up my leg, I told them all about the two black men how I was going set the men free from slavery and the ladies agreed with me and they said they were going to help the two men too and I happily smiled at them.
At first it was kind of difficult to walk but, after a few minutes or so, I started to walk properly as I tried to walk back to my home after the long experience. When I got home, I went straight to bed for I was exhausted and I wanted to rest my leg after that confrontation with the black men’s master. For a while, I couldn’t forget about everything that happened with me, the young ladies, the black men and their master and it was all because of my wounded leg which was smarting. But I didn’t let that minor injury get in the way of my life goals but sadly, after I found out the master didn’t like me from the young ladies, I had to stop with my goals.
For the next ten years, not much major things had happened; I was getting lessons about blacksmithing from John Black and I brought some medicine to help contend with the injured leg. Also, within that ten year time period, I had mastered blacksmithing with John Black. I had opened up a little shop in town and I started to make money for myself. Four years from now, on my thirty-sixth birthday, apparently, my injured leg had recovered despite how deep the bullet went into my knee cap and I felt that this is the rebirth of my great fortune when my parents were with me.
Today was my first day at blacksmithing I was under the apprenticeship of a man named John Black. I was walking into the huge town when I saw a huge plantation filled with me with darker skin than mine. At first I was confused, for I had never seen these men in Jamestown before. But then, this man in a straw hat came and started to brutally whip one of the men, I was terrified as I ran away. Blacksmithing was really complicated for you needed patience and you had to be really strong to forge the metal as John showed me, as he heated the metal.
At night, I was filled with apprehension after the thought of the man being brutally whipped and from that day forward I swore to myself that I would be a peaceful person. Over the past few days I have been seeing two people who were dark people and I decided that I would rescue them tonight at their plantation. At night, I went to the men to try to free them and it turned out to be sucessful and I was going to go back to Jamestown until the men’s owner shot me in the right leg while I saw the two black men get dragged back to their plantation as I shouted a curse to the air.
I tried to limp back to my home but, the shot pain was too acute for me to deal with and I fainted right on the streets. When I came to, I was in some general store with two young ladies. One was named Samantha Johnson and the other was named Rosalinda Baker and they asked me why was I on the streets and I showed them my bloody leg and asked them for help and they gladly accepted. While they were wrapping up my leg, I told them all about the two black men how I was going set the men free from slavery and the ladies agreed with me and they said they were going to help the two men too and I happily smiled at them.
At first it was kind of difficult to walk but, after a few minutes or so, I started to walk properly as I tried to walk back to my home after the long experience. When I got home, I went straight to bed for I was exhausted and I wanted to rest my leg after that confrontation with the black men’s master. For a while, I couldn’t forget about everything that happened with me, the young ladies, the black men and their master and it was all because of my wounded leg which was smarting. But I didn’t let that minor injury get in the way of my life goals but sadly, after I found out the master didn’t like me from the young ladies, I had to stop with my goals.
For the next ten years, not much major things had happened; I was getting lessons about blacksmithing from John Black and I brought some medicine to help contend with the injured leg. Also, within that ten year time period, I had mastered blacksmithing with John Black. I had opened up a little shop in town and I started to make money for myself. Four years from now, on my thirty-sixth birthday, apparently, my injured leg had recovered despite how deep the bullet went into my knee cap and I felt that this is the rebirth of my great fortune when my parents were with me.
The End
Now, there are basically no events that were major in any way whatsoever but just a normal life. The blacksmithing job was doing really well and I was making a lot of money by the tasks I did as a blacksmith. So, there was not much going in my life but, I did see the general store owner at times when I walked to and from work but, never bothered saying hello to her. The same thing rambled on for four years but, the thing was, I was getting more requests from people year by year and, that was when I realized that my blacksmith shop had become famous. For five more years, I was working late hours and was getting more money but one day, everything would change.
I was walking home on that pitch black night back to my house with my torch and ignited my fireplace to find that all my prized possessions were all stolen was boiling with rage as I went down to the streets and told the magistrate and he said that he will investigate it for me and I had a huge smile on my face. But, while the magistrate was out investigating the culprit so, I had spent some of my money to buy new furniture for myself. Four years later, the magistrate said that the culprit was never found and that made me enraged but, I will still happy that I replaced my possessions anyway. For the remaining four years, everything was back to what it seemed to be and I am now 53 and now I am at the present so, it will now be like diary entries.
One day, when I was walking to open up the shop, a man was running urgently saying that he wanted men so, they could be soldiers that would fight for Jamestown. However, I was reluctant at first because I loved Jamestown but, then again I didn’t want to die but eventually I joined the army for the new leader, Sir William Berkeley. At first when I went to Jamestown everything looked the same when I was here. There weren’t any of the black men or their hostile masters just peace and happiness. But, there was a protest and the peace soon broke and disagreements broke out dividing the town into one side that agrees with the protest and the other side who don’t agree with the protest.
The first thing I did in army training was to learn how to use a musket as the man showed, we did the same as he did with our own muskets. It was really hard to hold the gun properly when it shot out for there was a lot of pressure and force coming out. After a month or so, when everybody had known how to shoot and reload a musket, the instructor was now going to teach us on how to reload a musket faster. This lesson was really hard for I was put under pressure and made a lot of mistakes but, in time I had mastered it afterwards the rest of the training was devoted to using our muskets to shoot various targets. After a year (the time it took for training.) every single person that went in training was battle ready.
The day was May 10, 1676 the day when the rebellion began; I was dressed in blue and carrying my musket .The moment I saw the opposing army, I knew it was time to do or die as I ran with the men to fight the enemy. “Boom!” the cannon yelled as I ran toward the enemy “Bang!” I shot one of them “Bang!” I shot another one. But then when I was about to move to a different spot, a sharpshooter shot my leg. Apparently, he had shot where the black men’s master had shot me. The shot was acute and it had fractured through my knee bone. I am frantically writing my last memoir while bullets pass me. I was on the ground on what seemed to be my deathbed more blood was dropping out and while at the same time I saw a bright light while feeling cold and tired..
I was walking home on that pitch black night back to my house with my torch and ignited my fireplace to find that all my prized possessions were all stolen was boiling with rage as I went down to the streets and told the magistrate and he said that he will investigate it for me and I had a huge smile on my face. But, while the magistrate was out investigating the culprit so, I had spent some of my money to buy new furniture for myself. Four years later, the magistrate said that the culprit was never found and that made me enraged but, I will still happy that I replaced my possessions anyway. For the remaining four years, everything was back to what it seemed to be and I am now 53 and now I am at the present so, it will now be like diary entries.
One day, when I was walking to open up the shop, a man was running urgently saying that he wanted men so, they could be soldiers that would fight for Jamestown. However, I was reluctant at first because I loved Jamestown but, then again I didn’t want to die but eventually I joined the army for the new leader, Sir William Berkeley. At first when I went to Jamestown everything looked the same when I was here. There weren’t any of the black men or their hostile masters just peace and happiness. But, there was a protest and the peace soon broke and disagreements broke out dividing the town into one side that agrees with the protest and the other side who don’t agree with the protest.
The first thing I did in army training was to learn how to use a musket as the man showed, we did the same as he did with our own muskets. It was really hard to hold the gun properly when it shot out for there was a lot of pressure and force coming out. After a month or so, when everybody had known how to shoot and reload a musket, the instructor was now going to teach us on how to reload a musket faster. This lesson was really hard for I was put under pressure and made a lot of mistakes but, in time I had mastered it afterwards the rest of the training was devoted to using our muskets to shoot various targets. After a year (the time it took for training.) every single person that went in training was battle ready.
The day was May 10, 1676 the day when the rebellion began; I was dressed in blue and carrying my musket .The moment I saw the opposing army, I knew it was time to do or die as I ran with the men to fight the enemy. “Boom!” the cannon yelled as I ran toward the enemy “Bang!” I shot one of them “Bang!” I shot another one. But then when I was about to move to a different spot, a sharpshooter shot my leg. Apparently, he had shot where the black men’s master had shot me. The shot was acute and it had fractured through my knee bone. I am frantically writing my last memoir while bullets pass me. I was on the ground on what seemed to be my deathbed more blood was dropping out and while at the same time I saw a bright light while feeling cold and tired..