A Day In the Life of Dorothy Bradford

October 30th, 1620 It’s been only a few weeks since we have all left for our new home. The boat is awful, and I do not know how I will ever get used to it. But, I don’t complain. . we are all here together, we all have the same dreams and same hopes for the future. In a few short weeks our lives will be changed forever. William talks of this place as though …

…face my fear and depression with every step, and every breath I take. This land will be the death of me, I can feel it in my soul. I ask God for guidance, but I have yet to hear from him. Oh, what is to become of me, what is to become of any of us? This feeling I carry with me is such a burden, and I wait eagerly for a release. Dorothy Bradford