Sparks Journal

February 10, 1770

To My Dearest Friend Elizabeth,

As I walk down the tightly closed streets of Boston, I see the British soldiers smirking at me viciously. I hate having to share our beautiful, peaceful town with the Redcoats. Oh, if only they hadn’t come. Things are getting pretty restless around here, and I am going to figure it out. I keep up with what goes on around here by talking with my customers, just as much as I keep up with what the newest fashions are. My wealthy customers demand the best styles from me.

I don’t make that much money with my job, since the taxes are quite high.   In these harsh times, I am trying to find a way through life. I live in a small room by myself, above a friend of mine, who is a blacksmith. Mr. Richardson is his name. Today Mr. Richardson is having his family from Concord town come down to visit. He invited me, and I thanked him oh so much!

I got your address from Mr. Williams. Remember the merchant we used to go to when we were little? He said he has heard from you. If only you lived down here in Boston so I could see you once again! I can’t remember why you left, but would you please remind me as you write back? Oh, I thank you oh so muich, and boy don’t I wish I could see you again.

Yours truly,
Sarah Greene

February 15, 1770

To My Dearest Friend Elizabeth,

Oh thank you oh so much for writing back to me! It’s very nice to hear from you once again! I guess Mr. Williams did give me the right address! So you said that your mother has stopped by to see him? Ha! She should have stopped by to see me! If only she knew where I lived. I remember her, but it’s been so long! It’s also nice to know that your father and sister are doing well. Please tell them all I said hi. Oh, how I pray I could see you again! What is Lexington like? The only thing you forgot to tell me is why you moved there. Would you please?

As I was looking back into the letter you sent me, I realized that you were a Loyalist. Why are you, might I ask? I am really interested in the things that the Loyalists and Patriots do. And as I speak today, I am a Patriot. I am a Patriot becuase I can’t stand those Loyalists! They come around town and act like it is no big deal! They are trying to help out the British in any way they can! I hope this doesn’t mean that our friendship is over, becuase I can deal with having a good friend as a Loyalist. Just as long as we are very close, like we are.

Sorry about all this before. But could you do me a favor, please tell me why you are a Loyalist? I would really like to change your mind, but that is not up to me. Together, we make the best of friends. I really hope that we can still talk. Sorry about all this, and I hope that we can still talk. Well, I have to go for now. Oh and I thank you dearly once again for writing back!

Yours truly,
Sarah Greene

March 2, 1770

To My Dearest Friend Elizabeth,

Now you shall know more about why I am a Patriot. A big accident has happened to the young Mr. Seider. A group of young innocent lads were outside of Ebenezer Richardson’s house, a Loyalist, and got mad and took out his musket. He shot twice, hit the eye and chest of the young 11-year-old, whig child, Christopher Seider. That’s why I can’t stand these Loyalists! They are all so-called “accidents!” Ebenezer Richardson was sent to court, and he was innocent! I can’t believe this horrible stuff that is going on right now. As I said before, I cannot stand these people. Does that teach you something?


The plan is to gather all the Bostonians and hold a big funeral. Not many people know about it yet, but as I said before, the customers that come in the shop tell me. I know that this isn’t my problem, but I just want to be sure. You should really think about the bad things these Loyalists do to us Bostonians. And I don’t even think it considers you, since you are not a part of our town. I do not know what to say now, so I will just leave it alone.

You still never reminded me why you moved. I keep asking you. I guess it is just too important to share with me. I will try to calm myself down now, I guess. Well work is going great, and I will tell you now, the newest fashions are clogs. Clogs are what every girl has these days; they are rather much too expensive though. I pray that I could see you again. But I have to go for now. I love you oh so much!


Yours truly,
Sarah Greene

Historical References:

Wynne, Christine. Boston Tea Party. Virginia. May 17, 2006. http://www.globaltrekkers.com/destinations/williamsburg.htm.

Artist's Rendering

Historical Reenactment

Historical Terms
merchant	blacksmith
Partiot	whig
Loyalist	Redcoats

About the Historian
My name is Gabby, and I am a seventh grader. Music is my simple obsession, and I listen to it 24/7. I love to hang outside with my friends all the time.