Colonial Story
Deborah Barker-Printer, Seamstress
Hi! My name is Deborah
Barker, and I live in Freedomville. Nothing exiting ever happens there,
until one day my life changed completely. It was a beautiful afternoon
and Tyler Jordan, my son, was out playing with his friend and Gracie
May and I decided to do our seamstress work outside. Since I’m a
seamstress and a printer Gracie May, my daughter, helps seam, I do too,
but I mostly focus on my printing. Just then my husband stormed up and
went into the house. He slammed the door behind him. “Gracie, you keep
working I’ll make us some lunch.” I said. I went inside and started
making some sandwiches. “Joseph? Are you okay…?” I asked. “No! They cut
my term on the town council short.” He mumbled. “Well, why did they do
that?” I questioned. He shrugged. “Well, your term was almost up.
And you can help me publish! Then it will get done faster and we’ll get
more money. I’ll also have more time fore my seaming.” Then I put the
sandwiches I made on a pate and went outside. When I opened the door
Gracie May yelled, “OW!” She had been listening the whole time! “Uh…
Tyler Jordan’s home.” she said un-easy. I laughed and said. “Your not
in trouble.”
* * *
It was Sunday, paper day. Tyler Jordan always delivered the papers. He was up and ready. I handed him a bag full of Freedomville Daily. Tyler started to do his route and Gracie was still a sleep. It had been a week since Joseph lost his job. I told him he could print next week’s paper and he seemed pretty enthusiastic about it. He stayed in his room all morning. He finally came downstairs and said “ Deborah, I don’t want to print.” “Why not?” I asked confused. “Well, well… I don’t know how to read or write or anything.” he responded. Then he went to his room. “I need to go to the market.” I told Gracie May and Tyler Jordan.
* * *
“Good morning, Deborah!” the market manager greeted me. “Good morning! Joseph has lost his job on the town council. He needs a job.” I told him. I met him when I was 13 when my family moved to Freedomville. I started down the aisle when he stopped me. “Deborah, I heard of a job opening as a barrel-maker.” He told me. “Really!? He’s always been good at building, and he enjoys it, too. Thanks!”
I went home and told him. He liked the idea and applied. He started training as an apprentice and got the official job a year later.
THE END
* * *
It was Sunday, paper day. Tyler Jordan always delivered the papers. He was up and ready. I handed him a bag full of Freedomville Daily. Tyler started to do his route and Gracie was still a sleep. It had been a week since Joseph lost his job. I told him he could print next week’s paper and he seemed pretty enthusiastic about it. He stayed in his room all morning. He finally came downstairs and said “ Deborah, I don’t want to print.” “Why not?” I asked confused. “Well, well… I don’t know how to read or write or anything.” he responded. Then he went to his room. “I need to go to the market.” I told Gracie May and Tyler Jordan.
* * *
“Good morning, Deborah!” the market manager greeted me. “Good morning! Joseph has lost his job on the town council. He needs a job.” I told him. I met him when I was 13 when my family moved to Freedomville. I started down the aisle when he stopped me. “Deborah, I heard of a job opening as a barrel-maker.” He told me. “Really!? He’s always been good at building, and he enjoys it, too. Thanks!”
I went home and told him. He liked the idea and applied. He started training as an apprentice and got the official job a year later.
THE END
