Wednesday, 28 March 2012

FINALLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This is Jenny Crye and guess where I am? NOT IT 1812!! The time machine came this morning. This is my first report back home. I am now the CEO of my newspaper company and live in a humongous mansion. Life is pretty good. When I left Britain camp, I had no clue what was coming at me in the future. I was crying so much while I was hugging and kissing every single person in the camp. I am very affectionate. I am pretty sure that due to my hugs and kisses some kids started crying. I now have a limited phone called the Crye, as in ME!!! I can now communicate with the people from the British camp because I sent them the Crye too.
Thank you for sticking with me all the way through. And if you didn't, I say BALONEY BANANAS TO YOU!!!
Jenny Crye

Post 21

This is Jenny Crye reporting live from 1812. They are bringing out a Treaty called the Treaty of Ghent. I even got to sign it. I asked if I would be famous and they just looked at me. I guess jokes are not invented. Anyway, I chatted up the British later and befriended quite a few. So later that evening, the American kicked me out of the camp and called me traitor. I had nowhere to live and they had taken my barrette pins!! I guess I will have to live life with hair in my face like the tomboys back home. I kind of miss my old roommates that used to let me give them makeovers. However, the British are better!! They made me pot pie and a delicious thing called a flapjack. It tastes awfully like something I have, but I can't put my finger on it. Oh, I just received a text from my boss that he is deceased. I just figured out that 1 year here is 5 years there. They are sending a time machine to pick me up. I apparently now have 3 kids.
Thank you for watching!!!

Monday, 19 March 2012

Post 20

This is Jenny Crye reporting live from Nova Scotia. I have received instant news that the War of 1812 has ended. Being a 20-year old, I think that it is great that there is no more loud noises and girlfriends can finally have their boyfriends all to themselves. I also feel sort of bad for the army girlfriends because what if their boyfriend got killed or even worse, fell in love with a nurse?? They would have nothing to live for. Anyway, Boo-Hoo for them. I also received word that there is such thing called Treason. It is a terrible thing that you have to do. If you were to do said treason, then you would be said hanged and said killed. Not a very nice way to teach someone a lesson. Just make him do a public speech. Don't they say that is worse than dying?? Well, at least he'll go the right way. Anyway, someone just smudged my lipstick, so I need to go to the bathroom for 10 hours to reapply my 1100 layers all over again!! WAAAHHHH!!
Thank you for watching!!

Post 19

This is Jenny Crye reporting live. It is so disgusting here. I heard some people crying because of the War of 1812. When I was about to hand out breath mints, (apparently they are not invented YET!!) a gunshot rang out. Soldiers came storming into camp and I got on the floor. A girl got down on the floor with me, pulled out a cross and started to pray. I didn't have a cross on hand, so I used my lipstick. As I was halfway up the barrel, the shooting stopped. I thanked the Lipstick God as I got up. I looked around. OK, the first thing that came to mind was:this town is a disaster. I guess I can hire an interior designer, or whatever they use.
Thank you for watching!!

Thursday, 8 March 2012

Numero 18

Dear Journal
Sorry that I have not written to you in a long time. I now take your pages and put my neatest printing in them. We have received many letters from Papa and how the army is. He said that he has conquered York and Fort George and that he is going to conquer Sackets Harbour next. Then we received another letter from the army that said. Jacques D'Youville is M.I.A.. Mama is crying very hard now, so I have to take care of Louise. She is scared she will not see him again.
Marguerite

Post 17

Dear Journal
Papa is still at war. To tell us about the war, a man named Richard Pier point came to our village today. He said that he had become a slave when he was 16. He is dark skinned and he is going to lead troops in a group called the Coloured Corps. He is sixty-eight. He said that he will pray for our men that went to war. Mama cries so much these days that her eyes are red and bloodshot. She has big bags under her eyes. They sometimes bleed because she rubs them. It is hard to take care of us. I am scared that Papa will not come back and Mama will be alone.
Margueruite

Saturday, 3 March 2012

Numero 16

Dear Journal.
This week was very bad. Papa was sent out to war again.  It is a reason that they do not know why he went out, but Mama is crying even harder this time. I think she is worried that he will die in the war. All the women in our camp held a prayer session that le dieu keep their husbands and sons safe. Many of them including Mama started to cry. Mama hardly ever smiles now. I do not know what to do

Numero 15

Dear Journal
Papa came back with lots of clothing that he had traded. He brought a fur coat for me that had beaver fur on it. He said that he is still with the Hudson's Bay but he will no longer be trading fur. He will be trading agriculture and wood. I am sad that I will not get more fur coats but I am happy because we can make new furniture with the wood.
I know that I do not usually talk about my personal life, but Mama had the baby that I mentioned quite a long time ago. It is a little girl that we named Louise. She has just stopped crying. Mama says that she is her pride and joy but she used to say that to me.