Abigail Adams
by Amanda

I am Abigail Adams and I was born in 1744, inWeymouth, Massachusetts. I was a daughter of a minister. I married a man named John Adams. We had 5 children together. As I got older I became a semi-invalid, but since I was so independent I could still knit, watch over my family, farm, and write letters.

As a child I had been too frail to go to school, but my father gave me a fine education. I became a strong reader and buried myself in my grandfather’s library. As I got older, I worked in society. Since I was always home I did not understand the ways of society. So, I tried to do things in a simple way and with all my heart. I even tried hard to help the British and American relationship.

When my husband went into the American Revolutionary War, we wrote letters to each other. I called him "My Dearest Friend" and he called me, "My Best, My Dearest, My Wisest Friend." There was great love and understanding between us. I helped him in his diplomatic work. I stayed at home in Quincy, Massachusetts taking care of my four children and managing the farm also while John was away I managed the farm, brought up my children, sewed for the soldiers, and wrote long entertaining letters to my Husband.

I was an odd girl for the times John Adams found me to be shy. I was the only first lady to be both the wife and mother of the President of United States. When I got older I studies and read and wrote public statements. I was thinking of American women because they needed to be independent. They did not vote or have freedom like men did. I was thinking ahead to the day when America would be a land of free people, both women and men. I died in 1818.

If I were alive when women fought for their right to vote, I would have helped them. I would help by making speeches, writing articles, and handing out pamphlets. I believe women and men are equal and should be treated like that. Women are strong and should be independent.

Abigail Smith Adams
by Kristen

Hello I am Abigail Smith Adams. I have brown hair and brown eyes. If I asked my family and my friends, I think they would call me, intelligent, strong-willed, caring, and generous.

Later during the revolution I remembered that no women voted. When I told John he just laughed and I got mad. Then I thought this shouldn’t interfere with our feelings for each other.

People thought John and I didn’t see much of each other anymore. The night of the Boston Tea Party I left the house with out John knowing because he was out, but he didn’t tell me where. So I went out and left the children home. I wanted to help the patriots pour the tea into the warter. I knew this because I heard people talking. When I got there John saw me and grabbed me because he thought I would get hurt. When we reached home he said I should have stayed home. I got angry and protested "It’s not fair! I should be able to go out .I wanted to help the patriots." Then he said he was sorry. I forgave him.

Abigail Adams
by Veronica

Good day to all you great American citizens! My name is Abigail Adams. I was born on November 11th, 1744. I died on October 28^th, 1818. Dear me, I was rather old now wasn’t I? Please pardon me I’ve digressed. Now then, let me tell you about myself. I was born in Weymouth, Massachusetts. As

A child, I was somewhat frail, with dark hair and black eyes. Some say I had a fair complexion. Also as a child, I dearly loved to read. As an adult I was lively, but petite and just slightly plump. Just like when I was a child, I had expressive, dark eyes and a sharp mind, (if I do say so myself).

Once I had an odd adventure. I was invited to be presented to King George the Third. while my husband John Adams, spoke to the King asking for peace between the 13 states and Great Britain, my daughter, Nabby and I waited patiently to speak to the King. The outfits worn by my daughter and I were somewhat ridiculous I must say. The feathers in Nabby’s hair and my own were so tall, they touched the ceiling of our carriage! We both felt terribly absurd! I thought the King was slightly kind, the Queen was stuck on herself, and the Prince looked like a stuffed chicken (pale, slimy, and fat!) Strangely, the King asked me if I had taken a walk today (as if he really cared!) I would have enjoyed telling him I had been too busy getting dressed. But, I resisted the temptation and said simply," No sir." It was RATHER embarrassing! The audience for the king and Queen consisted of about 200 people! Good grief! Nabby and returned to our dwelling exhausted from all those staring eyes.

It would have been exiting for me to have fought in the Battle of Bunker Hill. What a terrifying adventure it could have been! I would have been as brave as possible, and tried to save my father’s birthplace from being burned to the ground. Bunker Hill was practically in my father’s backyard! I would have played my roll as a true patriot and an American (female) soldier.

I would also not only be there to save my father’s birthplace, but attempt to save Dr. Joseph Warren (our good friend and family doctor). My pewter spoons would be melted down to make bullets as quickly as a wink if I knew a battle would be fought so close to my home.

My life had many good moments, and quite a few bad moments. When I look back, I know how lucky I was to have witnessed and participated in such an important time in history.

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