Filip D.

April 13, 1612

Dear Diary,

Good day! My name is Jared Scott Goldwell. I was born in England on February 11, 1600. I am 12 years old now and I think I am a pretty funny and good looking fellow. I decided to write a diary about my life in my new home - the colony of Jamestown in America.

My father, Cyrus Goldwell, is a merchant and trades goods between America and England. My mother, Lydia Goldwell, is taking care of the house, runs the farm and takes care of me and my siblings. I have a sister Phoebe, age 5, brothers Solomon, age 8, and Phineas, age 11. I am the oldest child.

My family and I sailed from England to America on my father’s merchant ship. We arrived in 1610 as part of the new settlers’ group, led by our new governor Lord Delaware. When we arrived the colony was in a desperate need of help and supplies, after the “Starving Time,”that lasted between 1609 and 1610. After some initial hardships in the new land, my father finally established tobacco trading business, working with John Rolfe.

The past two years spent in the colony have been very interesting and I am sure more adventures lie ahead. That is why I decided to start this diary and to share all of my adventures in America.

Good tidings,

Jared

May 1, 1612  

Dear Diary

Today was a very busy day. After I was done with my chores around the farm and came back from the store, I went to play outside with my brother, Phineas. He had a great idea to play Indians and Guards. I, being the older brother, decided that he was the Indian with a bow and arrow and I was the guard with a musket. I used my pop gun to be my musket (1, If You Lived in Colonial Times). Phineas was not too happy, but he was really good at pretending to be an Indian, climbing the trees (2, IYLICT) and practicing animal sounds.

Phoebe usually plays with Solomon.Today they played inside the house. She played with her rag doll (2, IYLICT). Solomon loves marbles (3, IYLICT). He cried the other day because he lost one of his favorite ones. We all had to help him look for it. It turned out that it rolled all the way underneath the kitchen cabinet. I borrowed Phineas’s stick for his hoop (4, IYLICT) to get the marble out of there.

My siblings and I can’t wait for father to be back from his trip to Boston. As a gift for us, he promised to bring us a kite. I was day dreaming today of running with it through the fields and watching it go high up in the sky.

Dear God, please watch over father and bring him home safely….

Farewell,
Jared