My name is Samantha Johnson, and I live in the Southern colony of Virginia. I didn’t get a very good education at my public school but I can read, write and do basic arithmetic I was originally born in London, England, but after my wedding my parents, my guardians for the last 19 years gifted me and my husband three real, (not a fraud,) tickets to America. We decided to take my lifelong friend Rosalinda Baker, who compromised to pay for it by being my indentured servant for forty-seven years. We embark on our journey two weeks after that. While on the ship all of us (especially me) got seasick. However life continued, and we washed the sailors’ uniforms, and cooked a lot of the meals for the passengers. Later in the evening I walked around and then read a chapter or so from a book before drifting off. After a month on the ship we finally came ashore. The colony of “Virginia” (as they called it) was very beautiful! However it was also hiding something even more disgusting then eating a cow patty. In the mean time, my husband built us a place of residence while Rosalinda and I raised money to buy a plantation by washing clothes. Soon after the house was built we discovered slavery and we were horrified by it. We decided to take some action against it but I felt it wasn’t enough.
Twenty-six years later I’m still thinking about slavery in the south. Soon I find out that Rosalinda is lurking in the late shadows of the night, making preventive measures that no one is following her, and I decide to follow her out of my thirst for knowledge. I find out that she is giving food and blankets to slaves. I want to help but Rosalinda but she says no. I plead and finally she say yes. We begin to work together to give slaves food and blankets. It’s very dangerous and there’s a chance that we could be caught and convicted for the crime, and killed. One day while were working at our new general store a strange man walks up and tells us that he has some slaves that are hungry and that he knows we feed slaves. He gives us the address and we set out at night. However the man, names Abec Thompson, gets caught and shot. We run away. We come again the following night and this time give the two slaves, named Walter Green and Martin Clinton food, and we have a small conversation that I’ll never forget.
It’s my daughter, Beatrice’s wedding day but my husband doesn’t approve of her fiancé. I interact with the guests and they anticipate my husband, Harry’s arrival. She feels really sad and she I feel bad too because she’s usually the one who facilities everyone’s needs. I go to find my husband and I convince him that Beatrice’s fiancé isn’t bad and that he’s the only man who puts a genuine smile on her face. He finally agrees and the rest of the wedding goes smoothly. It get a bit emotional when she leaves in her horse-drawn-carriage, but I know she’ll be happy. And then, it was all over, time to go back to the store and the plantation, to feed the slaves, to the rhythms of life, to wait for life’s next greatest adventure…where ever that will take me. I turned to my husband and smiled, whatever that adventure may be, I was ready.
Twenty-six years later I’m still thinking about slavery in the south. Soon I find out that Rosalinda is lurking in the late shadows of the night, making preventive measures that no one is following her, and I decide to follow her out of my thirst for knowledge. I find out that she is giving food and blankets to slaves. I want to help but Rosalinda but she says no. I plead and finally she say yes. We begin to work together to give slaves food and blankets. It’s very dangerous and there’s a chance that we could be caught and convicted for the crime, and killed. One day while were working at our new general store a strange man walks up and tells us that he has some slaves that are hungry and that he knows we feed slaves. He gives us the address and we set out at night. However the man, names Abec Thompson, gets caught and shot. We run away. We come again the following night and this time give the two slaves, named Walter Green and Martin Clinton food, and we have a small conversation that I’ll never forget.
It’s my daughter, Beatrice’s wedding day but my husband doesn’t approve of her fiancé. I interact with the guests and they anticipate my husband, Harry’s arrival. She feels really sad and she I feel bad too because she’s usually the one who facilities everyone’s needs. I go to find my husband and I convince him that Beatrice’s fiancé isn’t bad and that he’s the only man who puts a genuine smile on her face. He finally agrees and the rest of the wedding goes smoothly. It get a bit emotional when she leaves in her horse-drawn-carriage, but I know she’ll be happy. And then, it was all over, time to go back to the store and the plantation, to feed the slaves, to the rhythms of life, to wait for life’s next greatest adventure…where ever that will take me. I turned to my husband and smiled, whatever that adventure may be, I was ready.