My wind chimes are creating a melody all their own out there on my front porch. Guess the breeze is lively. Reminds me of the blustery March, two years ago when I was pondering a new story idea. I dove into some research, which proved to fuel my idea into a book that is soon to be a published reality. I say pondering, because my story idea and the research raised a few questions that made me take a step back and consider.
So, come along and ponder with me.
How did you come to be an American? Were you born here? Perhaps, you came here looking for a new life for yourself or your family. You might be a student, visiting the USA through an exchange program. Did your parents ever tell stories about how they or your ancestors arrived here on a ship? Either way you look at it, all of us are from somewhere else, unless, of course, you are a descendant of one of the native tribes who lived here before folks from Spain, Scandinavia, England, Ireland, Scotland, Whales, Germany, France, Italy, Greece…anywhere from around the globe set foot here.
People had many reasons for coming to America, even when they didn’t call it that. Men from England came to Virginia in 1607 for God, glory and gold. Wonder what they would say if we told them, they’d have to travel further West for that gold? LOL
in 1620, the Mayflower landed in Massachusetts with folks who just wanted to worship God without any interference. Wonder what they’d say if we told them, persecutions would last clear into 2019?
In the 16 and 1700’s, convicts from England ended up on America’s shores, because England’s jails were too full. This practice stopped in 1776. Guess ole king George thought it unwise to send his subjects to the country he was fighting. Australia looked better to him at that time, I reckon.
Of course, we all know about the thousands of men and women captured from Africa and sent to America. Since it was cheaper to buy and keep black slaves, the practice of buying white indentured servants faded into the background. Because of this, we don’t automatically think that, perhaps our ancestors came here in chains or as indentures. But, the fact of the matter is that more white people came to the New World with a debt to pay than you’d think.
If you were an everyday person in the 1700’s, you could get to the New World a couple of different ways. You could save your money for a few years, or you could indenture yourself. To indenture yourself, you would promise in writing to work in exchange for your passage across the Atlantic. Adults would agree to work for about 4 to 7 years, while their children would be indentured for much longer. Your passage on the ship might be paid for buy a craftsman, say a silversmith. Or, you might be bought by a farmer to work in his tobacco fields. Either way, you were pretty much treated like a slave for the duration of your time. But, if you could stick it out, if you didn’t commit any crimes, and provided you didn’t die, you could regain your freedom.
What would happen to you, though, if you were captured by pirates and sold against your will? What would you do if you weren’t given a choice in the matter?
And, here, faithful readers is where great stories are born.
Did I say great? Yes. Not that my story is the best, but it sure was fun and rather eye-opening to discover Gabriel Mackenzie and Mercy Wakefield’s story.
Who are Gabriel and Mercy? Why, the main characters in my new book, “You Belong to Me”. We’re just days away from publication, and I think you will love them.
Here’s what the book is about.
She bought him to work her farm. His obedience taught her to be free. On route to Virginia to answer God’s call to preach, Gabriel Mackenzie is captured by pirates and sold as an indentured servant. Grieving the loss of her family, Mercy Wakefield is not looking for romance; just a strong back and two good hands to work her farm. But, Gabriel’s claims of being taken against his will and his kind manners and good looks chip away at her resolve, and she begins to care about him. With a jealous neighbor wanting Mercy for himself, and one of Gabriel’s captors trying to get rid of him, it will take relying on God’s strength rather than their own to loose the chains of hopelessness and forge a bond which no man can put asunder.
Fshew! Just from reading that back cover blurb, you can hear the sparks crackle, and wow, do they ever. I can’t wait to share this book with you, faithful readers, so be on the lookout; you’ll be the first to know when it goes on sale.
In the meantime, check out my Free Reads page here on my website. The address is
Blessings to you all.