First entry: July 27th 1834

Hello, I believe I should introduce myself. My name is Gerald Fredrick. I am a humble farmer, I suppose. I own a small amount of land on the outskirts of a place known as Trenton. It’s not a rich life, but It’s a life nonetheless

I am happily married to the love of my life, Mary Fredrick. We have many children we get to call our own. Three girls and a baby boy. My Eldest, Adeline, is thirteen and a kindred spirit. She is always looking out for her younger sisters.

Then there’s the twins, Lilith and Elly. They are both six and very energetic. Finally, my little man, Alexander, a whole year old he is, and is finally getting some hair on his head.

Life at the moment, is very peaceful. The farm is doing very well, and I look forward to the harvest in the upcoming months. I wasn’t always a farmer however. I was once a doctor, when we lived in Trenton. My wife was a seamstress as well, and we both made money swimmingly. Until one day...word arose that we were what people would call a Loyalist. See, In recent history, It seems the world has turned upon the crown.

We were harassed for still being faithful. No one wanted to come to me or buy my wife’s works. We had no choice but to avoid people. With a stroke of luck we were able to get a small patch of land to farm. I was no means a good farmer, but after two years, I believe I have finally become good at it. Sadly I wish I had more help, as I have only one man to help. Adeline helps out occasionally, much to me and her mother’s dismay.

A women should be in the house, not working the fields. But the help is appreciated. All in all, life is running smoothly. Oh, you may be wondering why I have picked up a journal in the first place, well, as a doctor, while waiting for work, I always had a passion for writing. When I started farming I left behind the art to focus on providing for the family. Now that we are doing better, I can pick it up again-Gerald Fredrick

Second Entry: July 31st 1834

Today, the twins were causing much troubles. We had some guests over today. Linda and Eric Abbott. They, just as we are, are also still favourable to the crown. Eric, is a very anxious man indeed, when it comes to fight or flight, he always chooses flight. Linda is a very vocal women, who seems almost polar opposite to her husband. She is very proud and vocal. She’s a bit intimidating. The twins tried to play a practical joke on Mr. Abbott. They took their drawing utensils and put their creative input all over a very expensive coat that Mr.Abbott had. He did not fuss, as he probably assumed I would become mad for him disciplining my children. Mrs. Abbott was not shy whatsoever. Mrs. Abbott unleashed absolute hell on them verbally for their prank. They were drawn to tears. Mrs. Abbott is truly a terrifying women. After they left I counselled the twins and made them feel better.

Third entry: August 3rd, 1834

Adeline and I discovered a dead cow while we were farming. At first we thought an animal had killed it, but it’s bloody remains almost feel as if a human could have been the culprit. Of course, no one lived around us, the nearest farm was miles away.

It made me feel a tad fearful. Perhaps, did someone discover we were still loyal to the crown? Besides these troubling thoughts. On less dire thoughts, Alexander took his first steps today. It won’t be long now before he can help me out in the farm.

Today otherwise is a grand day. We had a nice delicious dinner like mother used to make. Mother had died about ten years ago, when I was twenty two. We lived alone after father left in the same house all my life in Trenton. When she had died I had inherited the house. I remember, the day vividly when we decided to leave it behind, in fear of the town’s people ridiculing us for our faith in the crown. I remember the dusty windows, and that old rusty fireplace. I will not lie, I miss the old place, But I am content here though.

Fourth Entry: August 12th, 1834

My wife and I went out to town today and bought some supplies for the week. We left Adeline behind to watch the children. Mary felt nervous heading into town. She was worried people would ridicule our family for our beliefs, but I was not the most worried.

Today was a warm day indeed, the sweat dripped down my face. As we rode into town, we decided to pay the Abbotts a visit today, but were shocked. The Abbotts house had burned down in the city. We were shocked to see this. We asked a bearded man with a shovel what happened to the household. He informed us that the townsfolk had burnt the house down and hurt the family inside the house with barrages of brutal assaults.

When I asked why it was to my wife and mine’s utmost horror. It was because people had found out that the Abbotts were Loyalists. After grabbing many supplies we headed home, unsure of where the Abbotts had to. To even more of our shock, when we got home to the farm the Abbotts were there in the flesh.

We hugged them, and were relieved to see them. We asked what they were going to do. They informed us they were heading upward to a place called Quebec and that we should follow. Mary felt as if we should follow, but I insisted we stay. Our lives were good, we had everything we needed, and a trip towards Quebec, would be a long and perilous one. Eventually we decided to stay and say goodbye to the Abbotts. We offered them to stay the night, but they declined and left into the sunset, desperate to escape this land, with the very little belongings they had.