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.