Ava's Blog Post

 Ride From Philadelphia

It was a hot summer’s day in 1793 suburban Philadelphia. The yellow fever was raging throughout the city. The sun was shining into the window of a house, heating everyone on the inside. The house’s walls were light yellow and the floors were wood. It was bigger than most people’s houses and had held many parties. 

 Martha Jones was ironing the wrinkles out of her children’s clothes before placing them into a black trunk. She was wearing her traveling dress for the long journey ahead of her. It had a hoop skirt and was beige with a pattern of triangles. Martha was still quite young but her children have caused her to age quicker. Her dark hair was streaked with gray and her brown eyes had wrinkles branching from their side.

 

“Mother,” a small voice called, “Elizabeth and Meg have returned with supplies we need for the journey and John has gotten the carriage ready. Father wants to leave soon.”

“Thank you, Poppy dear. Please tell John to help me carry the trunk downstairs,” Matha replied.

 

All of the children looked the same, each with brown hair and blue eyes. Poppy, however, had blonde curls, just like her father had when he was young. There were four children; Elizabeth, the eldest, followed by John, Meg, and lastly Poppy. 

Everyone climbed into the carriage. Martha’s husband, Alexander, sat in coach. 

The ride away from the plague was beautiful. The family traveled through the woods. The sun shined through the green leaves. Birds were singing in the trees and other critters were running on the ground. The Jones’ arrived at their destination in three days. Escaping the plague.