How and why I finally got out

I had gotten a few letters from my brother William. He was so happy to be moving to New York with his master Mr. Sands. But then one day all of the letters stopped from him. Then I heard some amazing news, William had escaped! Just think, I had lived in that wretched place for 7 years, and he finds and opening and escapes. Don't get me wrong I am so happy for him, it is just funny how life deals out the cards at times.

In the wake of this I found out that Mr. Sands had made plans to send Ellen to live with some of his relatives who lived in Brooklyn. And as for my little Ben, he was to live with Mr. Sands and his new wife. Let me say, I am so happy that my children have this opportunity to freedom. I just feel that for all of my labors shouldn't I be granted the right to be with them.

On the night before Ellen was to leave I came out of hiding. I had to be helped to stand, walk, and almost speak. I do not know what kind of impression I left on her last night but I hope that she knows the things that I have sacrificed. I spent the evening with her. We talked, ate, laughed, and talked of smalls things, so that the pain of the reality would not hurt us so much.

I don't think that I have ever cried harder then after waving goodbye as I saw my daughter leave me. I am so upset I don't think that I can muster up the energy or desire to write anymore.

My final night

I have had some remarkably solemn but wonderful news. Isn't it ironic how the majority of good news is almost always coupled with some type of not so great news? In a way good news is never always really that good for you then, it is more good for the group as a whole, but as an almost unspoken rule it is never good for you individually without some type of hardship. I will tell you more about this news in a later posting, and I am so happy to tell you that this will be my last posting to you in this sad small place that I have almost spent a decade in.

Tomorrow I will be able to embrace my daughter, and walk. Amazing how much we forget to be thankful for the small things. Like walking, or hugging, or simply sitting up straight.

Until tomorrow, when I am free of my wooden-attic captor.

A garnish

Well my dear reader. I have succeeded in filling you in as to my life up to now. Life is awful here, and I have almost driven myself crazy with the idea of freedom or every getting out. This idea has become the garnish to my life, I cannot wait until it is not just simply a decoration of my affectionate daydreams, and it becomes my life.

Letters

I have been composing letters to Dr. Flint. I write to him about my children and of my new life in New York. I with the help of friends have all of the letters to him postmarked from New York in order to lead him astray to think that I have succeeded in feeling the state.

I felt that this font was appropriate, considering the letters that I have been writing to Dr. Flint. Courier seems to make all things look more official.

I was almost caught...

...today when I went to Mr. Sands to ged him to free my children, our children. I had heard news that he was to be elected to Congress and that he would be leaving to live in Washington right away. I compromised my garret hiding place by going to him to ask him for the freedom of his children. Remarkable men, asking then to remember their children and to free them. He agreed to do everything that he could.

I am most thankful to him for that, and hope that all of this has not been in vain.

Rats, Mice, and Red Insects, Oh My!

Have I ever told you that this place is infested rats, mice, and these little red insects? The mice are not so awful, the rats however are terrifying. They are like an ugly misshapen cat. The little red insects however are intriguing. I like to watch them scurry across the wood. I envy each ones freedom to come and go as they please.

My name in print

I don't know how well you can read this but here is my name in print. I know that sounds so hopelessly ridiculous. But I have always desired to see my name in print. And here it is on a reward for my capture. I had always wished that perhaps I could see my name in print on a book next to the : after author. But maybe those are just my dreams.

But at any rate, here is basically a warrant for my capture.

Oh, and just as a funny thing, I laughed at the part that said, "hair that is naturally curl, that can also be combed straight." That will really help them find me! Ahh HA!