What's It All About?
Hi! I am Michaela. I have loved history since I was six years old. I was reading chapter books about Abraham Lincoln by then. When I was seven I started to learn and read about more United States presidents and their lives. I became fascinated with history. In this blog I will share with you my love for history and the things we learn from the past.
Monday, September 19, 2011
Sorry. I had a lot of homework the past few weeks. I also have very busy weekends with soccer games and other stuff. I will be doing famous women this month. I will need your help to decide who to post about next. Should I do Eleanor Roosevelt, Madame C.J. Walker, Mary Todd Lincoln,or Queen Elizabeth the first ?
at 4:11 PM
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
“I’m running away. I have brought all my treasures.” Annabella sobbed. “You have to hide me and promise you won’t tell anyone I am here.”
Annabella then had something I have never seen before. “Whose necklace is that?” I said.
“It is my Grandmother Katharina’s necklace. She passed away last year and she gave this to me before she died,” Annabella said.
“I am very sorry,” I said with feeling.
Then one tear rolled down Annabella’s red cheek. “I think it is time for us to go to work. I could sneak you out of my house without anyone seeing you,” I said I opened the window. The blazing hot air of the day started to rush into my bedchamber from outside. I quickly grabbed Annabella. “Out the window,” I declared. Annabella leaned out the window and saw a wooded ladder. She sighed and got on the ladder. As soon as she got to the ground, I got on the ladder. Half was down the ladder, I heard something. It sounded like a shriek that had come from the front yard. Instead of climbing down the rest of the ladder, I jumped. “Stay hidden,” I demanded. I ran to the front yard and I saw my sister Kate lying on the ground as pale as snow. “Kate… Kate!” I yelled. I started to panic. Then my mother Mary ran out the door panting like a dog.
“What is going on?” she managed to ask.
“Kate,” I mumbled. “I thought I saw Kate’s mouth move. Kate!” I screamed happily. Kate looked up. She slowly got up and hugged me. She told me she was bitten by a bee and had fainted. Then Mary carried her daughter Kate into the house.
The air smelled like many different pastries. I ran to the backyard and grabbed Annabella. We dashed down the path to the seamstress shop. Annabella and I help the seamtress to sew dresses on the weekends. “That’s strange the shop is closed,” Annabella exclaimed. So we walked around the town for hours. Then we snuck home. We ate some dried meat and apples in my room. Then we fell asleep in my cozy bed to dream about the day.
She pointed to a sign that said… “My thirteen year old daughter Annabella Kane has gone missing. She is female 5’4”, hair color brown. If anyone finds who I just described please bring her to the store Kane and Co. and ask for Mr. Kane. Once you return her to me then I will give you fifty dollars as a reward.”
Annabella finally said, “You should return me to my father. He will give you the fifty dollars. He won’t care who returns me. He just wants me back safe.” It was late, so I brought her back the next day to Mr. Kane. He proudly gave me the fifty dollars. Then Mr. Kane gave Annabella a hug and walked with her into his counting room.
was back to normal. Williamsburg
Sunday, September 4, 2011
I awoke to the sound of birds chirping on the slim trees of the governor’s green. The sun looked like a golden slice across my face. It looked liked it was going to be another hot
day. I sat up, rubbing my sleepy blue eyes and peered across the room. Something made me feel different like something bad was going to happen today. I jumped out of bed, got dressed and ran downstairs to the kitchen. Right when I was about to take a shiny red apple I heard a loud knock at the door. I slowly walked over and opened the door. My friend Annabella grabbed my arm and dragged me all the way to her house. Virginia
We ran up the stairs of her house and into her bedchamber. Then I tried to slip my wrist out of her grip. Finally she let go. “Why were you holding onto my arm so tightly” I questioned her.
“I have something to show you,” she yelled excitedly. “Wait right here I will go grab it from downstairs.”
As Annabella came to the place where she had to turn to get down the rest of the stairs, she heard her father say, “Harry punched another boy today.” Annabella gasped under her breath. “Annabella let him out of her sight again. So now she has to watch him all the time.” Her father boomed at her mother, “I will also pay that that Getty girl to keep an eye on him.”
By what Annabella just overheard, she almost screamed, “No! I will not look after my brother and my best friend Virginia Getty will not keep on eye on us not even if she gets paid.” But she quietly turned around and walked up the stairs.
may I stay at your house tonight?” Annabella asked. Her usually beautiful face was covered with red blotches and tears were rolling down her cheeks. Virginia
“Of course,” I said.
Then Annabella ran over to me. While she was hugging me tightly she said, “Thank you.” Annabella gathered her things in a cloth bag and said, “Let’s go out the window.” We climbed out the window and into the bustling streets of
“I know a quicker way to my house,” I said. We started down the Duke of
Street. We stopped at a big opening surrounded by trees and tall plants. Gloucester
“Do you really know where you are going?” Annabella asked.
“Yes, here is a path that should lead us to the woods by the governor’s green,” I said. Taking the path we finally arrived at my house. Annabella bolted into my room and onto my bed.
Then she cupped her hands and placed her face on them. Annabella looked at her cloth bag, leaning against her pillow and opened it. She got up holding seven dresses, seven shifts and four aprons. Then she got out two pairs of shoes, two ear caps, six pairs of socks and six garters. She shoved them all into my empty drawer on the very bottom of my dresser. “Why are you unpacking so much for one night?” I asked.
To be continued....
Friday, September 2, 2011
It has been a crazy few weeks. We were in the Bahamas when the hurricane Irene hit and then it took us two days to get home. Irene hit my town and knocked out the power. Luckily we were still away and our house had power when we returned. Unfortunately 60% of our town is still without power and my internet/phone is not always working. Right now the internet is working so I thought I would quickly post a historical fiction story I wrote for school. It is long so I will be posting it over several days.
Virginia: A Tale Williamsburg
Hello, I am Virginia Getty from
and I would like to tell you about the warm summer of 1774 when I was thirteen. I was just the right size for my age. I had long golden brown hair that was put up in a bun and covered with my favorite ear cap trimmed with floral lace. My eyes were sky blue like my mother’s but the golden brown hair was the same as my father’s. The thing my family thought I was the most is independent. Well the story starts like this… Williamsburg, VA
“Hello”, I said as my mother approached me.
Mary Getty yelled, “Virginia Getty! Why are your petticoats muddy?”
“Mother”, I said calmly. “I spilled chocolate (which was a liquid in 1774) while I was helping out at the Charlton Coffee House. I tried to wash it off with a wet cloth, but only a little bit came off. Anyway, I was on my way to Kane and Co to see if they have anything I might like in stock. I will be back before dinner.”
Just then my five year old sister Kate Getty came out of my best friend Annabella Kane’s father’s store Kane And Co. She ripped the fife from her mouth and said, “Oh Gini, Harry Kane punched a boy and now he is not allowed out of his bedchamber unless Annabella Kane comes with him.”
I happily ran up the stairs of Kane and Co. and stumbled through the brightly colored main door. It was early summer and the store smelled of spices and coffee. There was already no more tea so most Loyalists did not shop there anymore. Then from the corner of my eye I saw a beautiful shiny blue fabric that was on a shelf with many other colors such as, pink, red, yellow and green. I slowly reached into my pocket and pulled out five dollars. Then I rushed over to the fabric shelf. I looked at the price tag my golden brown hair slipping out from under my ear cap. It was three dollars. I grabbed the fabric my heart racing and I screamed, “Mr. Kane!”
Mr. Kane walked out of his counting room and said “Miss Getty, how may I help you?” I handed him the bolt of fabric and four dollars. He gave me back a dollar in change and the roll of shiny blue fabric. Then I ran out of the store carrying my purchase.
I looked at a clock that I saw in a window. It was 5:30 pm and we ate dinner at 6:00pm but my parents liked me home by 5:45pm. I ran to my house my shoes banging against the pebbles on the streets that soon after went flying behind me. I finally reached my house and I ran inside. As I stumbled through the doorway I smelled chicken and noodles in broth.
After my family and I finished dinner I went upstairs into my bedchamber. My shadow was creeping behind me as I hopped into my soft cozy bed and fell into a deep sleep.
To be continued.....