John Cooke's journal13 response
11/6/1620
11/6/1620
I'm going to have to leave Holland with my father and go to the New World. I'll miss my friends, mother, and sisters. Although I do have a good feeling about a new place to live. My father says in our new home we can practice our own religion. The church of England is so stubborn with other religions we had to go to Holland, and now we're going to the New world. The crew of the ship is going to follow the map of one of the first people to come. "John Smith." The map looks pretty old but promising.
Dad says that we will be happier in the new land and I hope that he is right. I already miss my home in Leiden, Holland and the ship had just left the dock. My old home is soon to become a fading memory as the sight of it fades in the mist. Right now this trip clearly isn't worth it.
My living space is aggravatingly small. I can't even go on the dock and breath air that isn't soaked in seawater. I feel so trapped down here with the ever rotting stench of the sea. My father has just told me that there are 100 other people on the ship! I'm surprised that 102 people can fit on this ship.
I did also learn that there are some interesting people here. I met a man with the same name as me called John Alden. He is related to the master of the ship Christopher Jones. The other john is the cooper of the ship. I had also met Mary Chilton and she told me that her father was hit in the head with a rock and is in desperate need of medical attention.She says that a year ago she, her sister, and father were caught in an anti armination riot and then and there was where her dad got hit. She's about my age also. The last person I met was Francis Eaton. All his siblings were killed except for his brother when a disease was spread throughout his home. He works as a home carpenter. He has a son named Samuel and a wife named Sarah. That's all the people I met today, and I think that the sun has about left.
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Dad says that we will be happier in the new land and I hope that he is right. I already miss my home in Leiden, Holland and the ship had just left the dock. My old home is soon to become a fading memory as the sight of it fades in the mist. Right now this trip clearly isn't worth it.
My living space is aggravatingly small. I can't even go on the dock and breath air that isn't soaked in seawater. I feel so trapped down here with the ever rotting stench of the sea. My father has just told me that there are 100 other people on the ship! I'm surprised that 102 people can fit on this ship.
I did also learn that there are some interesting people here. I met a man with the same name as me called John Alden. He is related to the master of the ship Christopher Jones. The other john is the cooper of the ship. I had also met Mary Chilton and she told me that her father was hit in the head with a rock and is in desperate need of medical attention.She says that a year ago she, her sister, and father were caught in an anti armination riot and then and there was where her dad got hit. She's about my age also. The last person I met was Francis Eaton. All his siblings were killed except for his brother when a disease was spread throughout his home. He works as a home carpenter. He has a son named Samuel and a wife named Sarah. That's all the people I met today, and I think that the sun has about left.
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