The Revolutionary War Diary of Sophia Anne-Marie Willington:
Circa 2004
Author: Me
November 1, 1773;
Charles is home again and all is as it should be: merry! As I knew he would, he inquired after this book, hardly five minutes after I met him at the harbor. I told him that I had just finished writing, but that it was only my first entry. He laughed his wonderful, deep laugh, and said, “You are just as I left you, silly as a school girl!
And pray, what did your young girl’s mind have to say?”
I fairly scowled at him, but replied sweetly that I found it amazing how he could possibly be older than I.
We walked arm in arm towards home, he all the while, asking questions about home. But mostly about the British Soldiers stationed here in Boston. He despises them as much as father. Lobster-backs he calls them. (a popular phrase among Bostonian gentry) Charles was away when they first showed up in 1768, he was only a cabin boy then. Now look at him! Supercargo on one of Papa’s finest ships. If it were not a sin, I would truly be proud of him, I am glad of all his accomplishments. We always knew Charles would be a seaman, but Dear Fredrick is
something else altogether.
He wanted to be a college professor and had studied accordingly. But mother wanted her boys to go to sea, just like their father. She wanted her great-great grandchildren to know they came form a long line of the finest sea captains. When she passed on, Fredrick put all of his studies aside and became a man before the mast, then only 15. So much has changed since then, so very much.
Now King George lounges in England on his royal throne, ordering us about. He refuses to diminish the taxes or the soldiers here to enforce them. Charles says he is just begging for trouble.
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