FINAL DRAFT

November 4, 1778.

Over two years have passed, and I still can’t seem to forget. The picture replaying in my mind of my father’s face before the steaming tar began to fall on his skin. People pointing, laughing, and calling him names…. All because he had good values and remained loyal to the British crown. Living in Savannah, we didn’t have to worry about patriots degrading or insulting us very often. Georgia was known as the “Land of Renewal”, where we served as a land of safety for criminals working out their debt, or people fleeing from religious persecution, but for a time around the war, it wasn’t that way.


In 1733, the colony of Georgia was created. Everything was going extremely well. People began to clear the land, build houses, and begin constructing our community. The Indians of the Upper Creek tribe became our good trading partners and a positive contribution to our economy. We “began to appreciate what the interior Indians had worked out” which was “a way of participating in the larger colonial formation on more or less their own terms. For more then a century that way served them well.” (Countryman). I lived in a place where there was much love and support for his majesty, King George III, where more then two thirds of our population were loyalists. Our “descent form Englishmen, and [our] connection with England, was [our] greatest glory and honor” (Blassingame) Great Britain was our stable alliance and the main importer of our goods, which were tobacco, Indigo, and lumber. It was around 1763 when I first started hearing the rumors of people wanting to become an independent country I told my father and he started laughing, saying it couldn’t be so.

November 1765 was a time where all hell broke loose in our colonies; Britain decided to pass the Stamp Act, which many people disagreed with, and began to change their views on whether or not we should break our ties to England.

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