Pearls my Great-Great Grandmother loved to wear and pearls of wisdom she shared with her family. Stories about another time minus the way of life and all the items we enjoy today were not thought of back then. Times were hard for many, but family love overcame and their trust in God out-shined the negative times.
Bobbi Purvis Hunter
behind an old ship wreck--- dry docked on the beach. Since the new year of 1710
it seemed her luck proved to be bad. First her mama died from the flu pandemic
and then her father shipped off as a shipmate on the Purple Cross---he did not
tell her when he would be back.
left a half-breed Indian who was a great friend of theirs to watch his Rachel.
Rachel trusted Long Legs but she did not want to be a bother to anyone and he
had a large family to take care of and feed. She could take care of
herself---and now she would.
At 16 Rachel
was full grown---but unlike her many schoolmates she did not want to married
and raise a bunch of children. Anyone could do that---she wanted her life to
mean something. She wanted to travel the world and then decide where she wanted
would begin her dream of making beautiful dresses from her drawings. Rachel was
very artistic. And as crude and uneducated the town she lived in was---the
towns people still appreciated Rachel’s talent.
begin her adventure tonight by becoming a stow-away on the Black Hawk. She had
done her investigating about the captain and found out he was fierce but kind
went home to pack all her belongings including her new acquired make-up of rice
powder, rouge, and lip color. She was proud of the new dresses she made from
her drawings---they made her look older than her 16 years.
had taught her how to throw a knife and her father taught her how to dance
around a fighter who was throwing punches. She was strong and savvy and was
ready for her new adventure---but first she had to write her father and Long
Legs a letter of good-bye and let them know what ship she was on.
all is said and done---and Rachel was packed and ready for her plan to take
place---her hands trembled a little as she held her satchel. She waited in her
hiding place behind an old wrecked ship from the last storm.
looked around at her home town Rotterdam---and she smiled as it was one of the
biggest seaports in the Netherlands and maybe the World. She hated to leave but
with promising herself she would return to visit---especially since her dear
mother was buried in the church cemetery. She already said her byes to her
mother when she left her a bouquet of lavender roses on her grave. The roses
came from her mother favorite rose bush and bloomed most of the year---with
roses that felt like velvet--- with their fragrance floating on the sea breeze.
This is a memory she will always take with her---and some cutting from the rose
waited until all the mates and the Captain were aboard the ship and asleep or
in a drunken stew. The stealfully she boarded the ship between the lights from
the old buildings on the dock and the shadows of the night.
She chose to
stow-away in the Captain’s dinghy which was in a secluded concave by his
quarters. She manage to get all her belonging in and herself and covered the
dinghy back with the tarp.
was fast asleep in her hide-away and did not notice that someone was watching
her play out her little stow away plan with a smile on his handsome face.
up with the ship rocking and in a strange bed. And just when she was trying to
understand where she was a loud banging on the big wooden door caused her to
the man outside with a breakfast tray was the captain tall dark and handsome was
just the tip of his aura. He rushed to Rachel’s side and took her hand and
looked deeply into her light blue eyes that shined like a beacon to his heart.
softly.” My name is Zachary Bonanski---I am known as Captain Z---as I am sure
you have heard of me.” His dark green eyes questioned and survey her beauty.
long blonde hair tumbled down her back past her waist as she stood. Both
Captain Z and his man servant stood frozen until she let out a sob from pure
fear. She had never been in the presents of such furious looking man servant
and such a handsome man before and then she fainted.
All the ship
mates were very aware something was going on with Captain Z and they hoped they
could help in some way---as the he always had his men’s back and they had his.
opened her eyes it was dark out and a storm was brewing---she could tell
because the ship was rocking harder now. But for some reason not known to
her---she did not get sea sick like most people do. She awoke hungry and
thirsty so she began to look around for something to eat and drink.
Just then a
knock on the door and in walked Captain Z with a tray of food and drink. Rachel
smiled and thanked him for being so kind to her---and no sooner had the words
left her mouth the ship lunched and she landed in his arms. When she looked up
he was looking down with the most amazing look of surprise on his face.
pushed back a little but his arms stayed around her body and then with his hand
to the small of her back he led her to a chair. After seating Rachel he put her
plate in front of her and a cup of the blackest coffee she had ever seen.
The he said,
“If you need anything else---Godfrey my best mate is standing guard outside
your door---just let him know and I will check on you later.”
I visit it as often as I can in the spring time when the sweet wild flowers
blooms and the Hummingbirds buzzed from one sweet bloom to another.
Stories told from family members through the years tell about how brave she
was as a tall thin woman who--- more than one time used a whip on men that
mistreated their families. She would not tolerate any woman, children or older
folks being mistreated.
And if her whip was not enough she had eight (8) big boys who cherished
their Mama and would take care of anyone she felt was being cruel to their
So the community around the little village where she dwelled with her family
became a wonderful place to bring up children who were cherished, loved and
well taken care of by both parents.
I found a letter once from a member of her church---the letter was so old
and faded and I could barely read it. The best I could make out it said---I
want to thank you for making my life into what I always hoped it would be with
a loving husband who was kind and loved his family.
My husband said he did not know how to be what I wanted from him until your
boys showed him and talked to him after they got his attention with their fist.
My family thanks you and that includes my husband. Bless you for caring
about the women of this village.
I folded the letter and put it back into the old family trunk in the attic.
I always thought of this attic as a door to another time since all I found in
it came from another time.
wild flowers, spring time,
I wished we had a time machine so I could go back in time and visit her and
let her know that she meant so much to so many and her family members and descendants
are so proud of her.