Family Life
I opened my eyes seeing the light of the early dawn. Kristen Cooke, the 11-year-old indentured servant, was still asleep. She rolled over and yawned. I stepped off my bed onto the wooden floor and walked over to her bed.
“Wake up,” I whispered. She, too, opened her eyes and squinted at the sunlight.
“Good morning,” she yawned.
“Good morning,” I said, “now get up, we have a lot of work to do.”
She rubbed her eyes and got out of bed. We went outside to do our chores. We went to our cow, Rebecca, and milked her, we gathered eggs from the chickens, fetched some water from the well, and did our other chores. When we were walking back, our master, Sarah Ross, who is 42 years old, walked out and smiled.
“Had a good night?” she asked.
“Yes,” said Kristen.
We said the morning prayer, and went in to make and have breakfast. We made some toast and pudding, ate, and got to work. We went into the bakery room and got to work making cornbread, sugar cakes, my favorite, apple pie, and other foods to sell. Here is the recipe for apple pie:
Apple Pie
Put a crust in the bottom of a dish, put on it a layer of ripe apples pared and sliced thin, then a layer of powdered sugar; do this alternately till the dish is full; put in a few tea-spoonfuls of rose-water and some cloves; put on a crust and bake it.
“Mmmm,” said Kristen, as always, sniffing the sweet-smelling steam coming out of the freshly made apple pie,”delious.”
I am a very good apprentice and Kristen and Sarah are basically my only family. I left with my family from England when I was 8 for a better life. We were very poor, but we saved enough money to get to the New World. My family went with me on the four month long trip across the ocean. Then, when I was 11, my parents signed me for an apprenticship with the baker for 7 years, and I had to live with the baker ever since. Now, I am 15 and have 2 more years of apprenticship to go.
During the morning till afternoon, more customers came and went. Then I saw the man that was courting me, David Penn, come to the bakery.
“Hello,” I said.
“Good morning, Pricillah,” he said, “I came for some cornbread for breakfast.”
I wrapped a few pieces of cornbread in a cloth and gave it to him.
“Thank you,” he said, taking it and dropping some money into my hand, “I hope to see you at the dance next Saturday.”
“You too,” I said, smiling. He smiled back and walked away.
The rest of the morning was just the same, hard work till dinner. For dinner, we had beef, cornbread, muffins, apple pie, and soup. Then we had Crannberry Apple Crisp for dessert. After a good meal, we got back to work.
Me, Kristen, and Sarah cleaned our Sunday clothes. We had to wear our finest clothing to church. I just love it when we say prayers.
When I was taking an afternoon walk, I saw a bann and smiled. I love particapating at weddings. I ran back to the bakery and saw Kristen and Sarah each carrying an apple pie.
“Had a good walk?” asked Kristen.
“Yes,” I answered. Then I said, “I have some news, there’s a wedding coming up in two weeks!”
“Yay!” said Kristen, “I hope we’ll be invited!” Kristen loves weddings just as much as I do.
Night fell, and I milked Rebecca again, fetched some more water, and went back into the warm and cozy building. We had leftovers from dinner for supper. Kristen yawned as I took the last bite of apple pie.
“Good night,” Kristen yawned as she stood up from the table.
“It has been a long day,” said Sarah,”Let’s get some rest.”
We went into the bedroom and got into bed. The corn husks rustled as I got comfortable on my mattress.
“Good night,” I said, turning to the window.
I always fall asleep watching Rebecca munch on some grass and watch the stars in the peacful night.
I always thank God for how blessed I am to have an apprenticship with the baker. And then I closed my eyes, and drifted off to sleep.
“Wake up,” I whispered. She, too, opened her eyes and squinted at the sunlight.
“Good morning,” she yawned.
“Good morning,” I said, “now get up, we have a lot of work to do.”
She rubbed her eyes and got out of bed. We went outside to do our chores. We went to our cow, Rebecca, and milked her, we gathered eggs from the chickens, fetched some water from the well, and did our other chores. When we were walking back, our master, Sarah Ross, who is 42 years old, walked out and smiled.
“Had a good night?” she asked.
“Yes,” said Kristen.
We said the morning prayer, and went in to make and have breakfast. We made some toast and pudding, ate, and got to work. We went into the bakery room and got to work making cornbread, sugar cakes, my favorite, apple pie, and other foods to sell. Here is the recipe for apple pie:
Apple Pie
Put a crust in the bottom of a dish, put on it a layer of ripe apples pared and sliced thin, then a layer of powdered sugar; do this alternately till the dish is full; put in a few tea-spoonfuls of rose-water and some cloves; put on a crust and bake it.
“Mmmm,” said Kristen, as always, sniffing the sweet-smelling steam coming out of the freshly made apple pie,”delious.”
I am a very good apprentice and Kristen and Sarah are basically my only family. I left with my family from England when I was 8 for a better life. We were very poor, but we saved enough money to get to the New World. My family went with me on the four month long trip across the ocean. Then, when I was 11, my parents signed me for an apprenticship with the baker for 7 years, and I had to live with the baker ever since. Now, I am 15 and have 2 more years of apprenticship to go.
During the morning till afternoon, more customers came and went. Then I saw the man that was courting me, David Penn, come to the bakery.
“Hello,” I said.
“Good morning, Pricillah,” he said, “I came for some cornbread for breakfast.”
I wrapped a few pieces of cornbread in a cloth and gave it to him.
“Thank you,” he said, taking it and dropping some money into my hand, “I hope to see you at the dance next Saturday.”
“You too,” I said, smiling. He smiled back and walked away.
The rest of the morning was just the same, hard work till dinner. For dinner, we had beef, cornbread, muffins, apple pie, and soup. Then we had Crannberry Apple Crisp for dessert. After a good meal, we got back to work.
Me, Kristen, and Sarah cleaned our Sunday clothes. We had to wear our finest clothing to church. I just love it when we say prayers.
When I was taking an afternoon walk, I saw a bann and smiled. I love particapating at weddings. I ran back to the bakery and saw Kristen and Sarah each carrying an apple pie.
“Had a good walk?” asked Kristen.
“Yes,” I answered. Then I said, “I have some news, there’s a wedding coming up in two weeks!”
“Yay!” said Kristen, “I hope we’ll be invited!” Kristen loves weddings just as much as I do.
Night fell, and I milked Rebecca again, fetched some more water, and went back into the warm and cozy building. We had leftovers from dinner for supper. Kristen yawned as I took the last bite of apple pie.
“Good night,” Kristen yawned as she stood up from the table.
“It has been a long day,” said Sarah,”Let’s get some rest.”
We went into the bedroom and got into bed. The corn husks rustled as I got comfortable on my mattress.
“Good night,” I said, turning to the window.
I always fall asleep watching Rebecca munch on some grass and watch the stars in the peacful night.
I always thank God for how blessed I am to have an apprenticship with the baker. And then I closed my eyes, and drifted off to sleep.