Yes! Im finally done my essay for SS, and i shall gladly share it with whom ever wishes to view it ;) I was supposed to write about a fictional settler in the new world *(aka canada) I know it sucks, but i'll appluad who reads the whole thing.. ^^
1835
The family and I had just gotten of the boat from Scotland when we realized how much more different this new world actually was. I had just graduated from dental school when I married my wife. Dorothy came from a family very close to my own. We both went to the same church on Sunday mornings and spent countless moments with each other being ourselves as kids. Talking, joking around, kid-like activities. Until I finally realized I loved her. We got married at the very same church we grew up in, the guests, the community that brought us up. We had four kids, three boys and a girl. Roughly seven years after we married, we were presented with the opportunity of adventure and settling in the new world of the Americas. Knowing the adventure and risks, we decided to accept this journey of a lifetime.
It was a month long journey to the new world onboard the St Marie bound for Upper Canada. We were among about a hundred other families and singles, wanting to start a new life and seeking the adventure and unknown. The journey turned out to be better then expected, it was calm sailing for most and a beautiful horizon to view and background the seas. When we arrived on shore, we were immodestly told where our land lot was. It was a day journey from morning till evening by horse and wagon. When we arrived, I surveyed the land for potential hazards.
I had soon realized the land was on a slope and made it difficult for farming of any kind. I had asked for risks, and this is what I am getting indeed. I had gotten some help though from the nearby neighbors, including John McGregor, a man of nobility. I had traded a hen for a broad axe to clear the land for most of May, and Richard O’riley; who has agreed to trade a cow for nails to build my house. The land would be used for farming and building the house and dentistry. It wasn’t until the end of June I had actually completed the house the wife has been so eagerly nagging me to finish. The house wasn’t all great, but it was a start for the year. The months of July and August consisted of mainly sodding the corn to store up for the winter. I have partnered with John Stuart to build a road to connect our land lots and others. I have also hired him to help finish the house in the spring. Fall was here and mainly consisted of taking care of the land, crops, the hens, and the children. But I had often paused to think what would happen in the near future, and what was waiting beyond the summer and fall.
It was cold and dreadful in the midst of November and December. Two of the children fell desperately and we were unable to find a doctor nearby. We had to be extra cautious and make sure no one else got sick as well. But despite all that, the scenery was indeed breathtaking. The forests covered in snow, the bare trees, and the gray sky made it all look so mystical and mesmerizing. We had managed to store up more then enough corn to last us until spring comes. But the cold is making it hard to gather the firewood we need, for I have never been used to such cold in Scotland. I shall treat this as a learning experience perhaps.
1836
Alas, spring has arrived. The children have recovered well, and I have started working on finishing up the house with the help of John Stuart. He as a stonemason was also able to build a nice stone fireplace, which I am sure the family would most enjoy. The children spend most of their days outside, forever exploring the unending wilderness. But I had always a close eye on them when I could. We had been warned by some of our neighbors of bears that could potentially be a danger to any of us. But when I couldn’t I trusted our eldest to keep watch on his younger siblings.
The summer days consisted of re-growing the crops before the fall came. Children were mostly in the shades of the forest to hide from the scorching heat, while Dorothy was taking care of the hens, preparing meals, and keeping an eye on the children while I was out on the field. The heat was extraordinary this year round, by the evening I was covered in sweat. I remember walking into the dining room one time, suffering a bombardment of comments. I then realized how much showers are worth now.
The heat slowly mutated into cold, the trees turning bare, and the sudden lack of bear footprints, all signaled the beginning of yet another autumn. The summer heat a demeaning affect on the corn this year, it had only taken one day to harvest the entire field. I had then realized it might not have been enough to last the entire winter. I had then decided that we would have to ration as much as we could each day, if we were not to starve through the season.
The landscape had turned completely white; it may have been a beautiful sight, but the freezing temperature had taken my mind off the positive side of things. Collecting firewood became an extremely difficult task to accomplish, as I had turned extremely ill from the cold. I was forced to my quarters for most of the day, while Dorothy had to fill in for most of my tasks. I insisted on getting up, but she would not allow it. I resulted to passing my time alternating reading literature and sleeping.
1837
The snow melted, and the trees revived in renaissance as the cold was finally gone. It had rained most of the days, and the children were forced to stay indoors. They were dreadfully frustrated, and knew eventually enough was enough. I had just woken up when I saw out of the window, four small figures wallowing in the mud and dirt. I gave a quick sigh, and hastened to meet them.
Timothy Tang
17
Rockdige Secondery
Jan 13th 1992
[[ The Wishlist ]]
I could use a new set of headphones...
More guitars?
Maybe a grand piano...
and the will power to write my books
If only life was a fantasy story...
A weekend away with my extended family perhaps? (You know who you are) (^_^)
Fantasy of Darkness (A book project of mine)
Da creater
[[ Don't talk crap, it's ****ng rude ]]
Yes! Im finally done my essay for SS, and i shall gladly share it with whom ever wishes to view it ;) I was supposed to write about a fictional settler in the new world *(aka canada) I know it sucks, but i'll appluad who reads the whole thing.. ^^
1835
The family and I had just gotten of the boat from Scotland when we realized how much more different this new world actually was. I had just graduated from dental school when I married my wife. Dorothy came from a family very close to my own. We both went to the same church on Sunday mornings and spent countless moments with each other being ourselves as kids. Talking, joking around, kid-like activities. Until I finally realized I loved her. We got married at the very same church we grew up in, the guests, the community that brought us up. We had four kids, three boys and a girl. Roughly seven years after we married, we were presented with the opportunity of adventure and settling in the new world of the Americas. Knowing the adventure and risks, we decided to accept this journey of a lifetime.
It was a month long journey to the new world onboard the St Marie bound for Upper Canada. We were among about a hundred other families and singles, wanting to start a new life and seeking the adventure and unknown. The journey turned out to be better then expected, it was calm sailing for most and a beautiful horizon to view and background the seas. When we arrived on shore, we were immodestly told where our land lot was. It was a day journey from morning till evening by horse and wagon. When we arrived, I surveyed the land for potential hazards.
I had soon realized the land was on a slope and made it difficult for farming of any kind. I had asked for risks, and this is what I am getting indeed. I had gotten some help though from the nearby neighbors, including John McGregor, a man of nobility. I had traded a hen for a broad axe to clear the land for most of May, and Richard O’riley; who has agreed to trade a cow for nails to build my house. The land would be used for farming and building the house and dentistry. It wasn’t until the end of June I had actually completed the house the wife has been so eagerly nagging me to finish. The house wasn’t all great, but it was a start for the year. The months of July and August consisted of mainly sodding the corn to store up for the winter. I have partnered with John Stuart to build a road to connect our land lots and others. I have also hired him to help finish the house in the spring. Fall was here and mainly consisted of taking care of the land, crops, the hens, and the children. But I had often paused to think what would happen in the near future, and what was waiting beyond the summer and fall.
It was cold and dreadful in the midst of November and December. Two of the children fell desperately and we were unable to find a doctor nearby. We had to be extra cautious and make sure no one else got sick as well. But despite all that, the scenery was indeed breathtaking. The forests covered in snow, the bare trees, and the gray sky made it all look so mystical and mesmerizing. We had managed to store up more then enough corn to last us until spring comes. But the cold is making it hard to gather the firewood we need, for I have never been used to such cold in Scotland. I shall treat this as a learning experience perhaps.
1836
Alas, spring has arrived. The children have recovered well, and I have started working on finishing up the house with the help of John Stuart. He as a stonemason was also able to build a nice stone fireplace, which I am sure the family would most enjoy. The children spend most of their days outside, forever exploring the unending wilderness. But I had always a close eye on them when I could. We had been warned by some of our neighbors of bears that could potentially be a danger to any of us. But when I couldn’t I trusted our eldest to keep watch on his younger siblings.
The summer days consisted of re-growing the crops before the fall came. Children were mostly in the shades of the forest to hide from the scorching heat, while Dorothy was taking care of the hens, preparing meals, and keeping an eye on the children while I was out on the field. The heat was extraordinary this year round, by the evening I was covered in sweat. I remember walking into the dining room one time, suffering a bombardment of comments. I then realized how much showers are worth now.
The heat slowly mutated into cold, the trees turning bare, and the sudden lack of bear footprints, all signaled the beginning of yet another autumn. The summer heat a demeaning affect on the corn this year, it had only taken one day to harvest the entire field. I had then realized it might not have been enough to last the entire winter. I had then decided that we would have to ration as much as we could each day, if we were not to starve through the season.
The landscape had turned completely white; it may have been a beautiful sight, but the freezing temperature had taken my mind off the positive side of things. Collecting firewood became an extremely difficult task to accomplish, as I had turned extremely ill from the cold. I was forced to my quarters for most of the day, while Dorothy had to fill in for most of my tasks. I insisted on getting up, but she would not allow it. I resulted to passing my time alternating reading literature and sleeping.
1837
The snow melted, and the trees revived in renaissance as the cold was finally gone. It had rained most of the days, and the children were forced to stay indoors. They were dreadfully frustrated, and knew eventually enough was enough. I had just woken up when I saw out of the window, four small figures wallowing in the mud and dirt. I gave a quick sigh, and hastened to meet them.