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Julie Martin is born
My name is Julie Martin. I was born in London, England. As a child, I spend a lot of time hiding my religion from others, as England was not friendly to the redical ideas of Quakers. We wen to meeting every Sunday. At school I studied hard, and when I returned, I worked around the house. My family was never happy. When I was 17, we left England for America, so we could practice our religion in peace. I am writing this so I won't forget my journey. -
John Dies
When my family docked in Ellis Island, we were struck with a tragedy. My youngest brother, John, had died. He had gotton very sick on the ship and there was no medicine. The dock was full of bustling people shoving and pushing us. It smelled like fish, and made me feel sick. We had a small funeral, and continued making our way to Kennett Pennsylvania. We hope it will get better. -
A Robbery
On April 12, we begian our journey to Kennett, Pennsylvania, a town full of Quakers. Still burdened with the loss of our son and brother, we are weak and weary. Suddenly, a noise can be heared from the side of our train car. A man swings through the open door and holds up a gun. When he leaves, we are left with nothing but our clothes. The wind whips around us as the fast-moving train left the robber behind. -
Getting to Kennett
We reach Kennett. As soon as we arrive, we are greeted and welcomed. We were amazed at the amount the townspeople were wiling to give. They Gave us clothes, food, and a place to live. We immediatly joined a [local meeting](http://old-kennett.webs.com/apps/photos/). It was a plain white building. surrounded by green fields that smelled like flowers. It was a perfect place for us. -
I am Married
On July 22, 1889, I was married to a wonderful man named Samuel Pennock. He was another Quaker who attended our meeting. We had a small traditional Quaker wedding. Everyone was very excided. shortly after, however, both of my parents died from [hectic fever](http://www.thornber.net/medicine/html/medgloss.html). The wedding and the funeral were held both in the same week. My brother was taken in by another woman at our meeting. -
My Death
On December 6, 1897, I die in [childbirth.](http://www.digitalhistory.uh.edu/historyonline/childbirth.cfm) I was burried in the warm, green field surrounding the metting house. The child lived, and Samuel went on to live until 1903. He did a lot of good. My child lives on, and continues our family legacy. Our decendants still reside in Kennett Square. That is the end of my story, and now no one will forget the struggles, and joys of comming to America.
