Journal Entry #14

             This is Mary again. Right now, I feel so sad and painful. Pierre found his mother, but he doesn't know about it. This is because his mother is... is... is... MY MOTHER. Yes, Pierre is my half brother. Pierre doesn't know about it yet, and my mother (also his mother) says that we should keep it a secret, or else everything would get too complicated. I'm not sure if I can keep it from him any longer though (I don't think my mother can as also). So I decided that I would write this down in his journal instead of telling him directly. Now that I've wrote this down, I feel troubled. I still remember the sad face that mother had on her face when she told me that Pierre was my half brother. She also told me that if father found out, he would kill Pierre. I wanted to question her further, but the look on her face told me that she didn't want to be questioned. I'm not sure what to do at the moment. I still love Pierre, but after he reads this, will he still love me? I have a feeling that mother will tell him the truth soon. I'm not sure if he'll take it well...

-Mary

Journal Entry #13

            This is Mary. After writing in Pierre's journal once, I wanted to try again. Right now Pierre is in his room by himself, and he doesn't want for anybody to come in. Same goes for my father. When they first met, my father was very happy to see him, and they were like best friends until dinner time. At dinner time, Pierre thought that he couldn't keep it from his father any longer, and he decided to tell my father. Let's just say... he didn't take it too well. Now they are both depressed, and me and my mother, Elizabeth Simcoe don't know what to do. I have strange feeling though. When my mother first saw Pierre, she had this strange look in her eyes. She didn't seem happy to see him, nor did she look sad. However, when Pierre mentioned that he was french, she looked like she was about to cry. This really gets me wondering. Does mother know Pierre? Well, anyways... me and her have been talking, and apparently my father was in need of settlers here in York, but the problem is that no Europeans can come at the moment because there's a war going on in Europe. So my father has been trying to bring settlers from America. My mother is trying to be cheerful about York to attract more settlers. I am so worried about Pierre... 

-Mary

Journal Entry #12

              Hi. This is Pierre. I've talked to my wife about moving to York. It turns out that she misses her family a lot. Right now, we are on our way there. It's a long way to go, but my wife right now is really excited at the thought of meeting her family, and I can't help but to be energized when I see her being so cheerful. But I'm a bit nervous. According to Mary, her father is very strict, and has a strong belief that Britain is the best country in the world. Also, he loves his only daughter VERY much. This gets me even more nervous, since I'm pretty sure that John Simcoe won't be too thrilled by the fact that his only daughter was married to someone french. Apparently John Simcoe is in sort of a tight situation right now. I don't know much about it, but I think it's because there are still people who believes that Kingston would be a better capital, and they would not help John out. Well... I'm really tired at the moment, and I think I should get some sleep before we arrive there. Though I'm not sure if I can sleep that well since I'm really nervous...

-Pierre

Journal Entry #11

                     Hi. This is Pierre. I was incredibly shocked when I saw that my wife has found my journal (definitely NOT a diary). I was really shocked, but I am actually glad that she wrote down in my journal. Because I sort of did want to write down about Simcoe, since a lot of villagers talk about him lately, but I was afraid that I would not be able to explain him so well. But what better way to have his own DAUGHTER talk about him? I'm very concerned about the fact that Mary's father wants her to her to come live with him at York. It also makes me feel sort of bad since she wrote it down in my journal without telling me first. This means that she wanted to tell me, but she was afraid that I might react badly to it. If that's the case, then it means that she doesn't trust me very much, which is sad since I trust her with everything. I think that though it hasn't really been that long since we've settled in our new home, we should go live in York since Mary seems to miss her family a lot. I know how she feels... and this makes me hope that I can find my mom someday soon...though I have my doubts.

-Pierre

Journal Entry #10

             Hi... this is Mary. My husband's at work and... um... I happened to find this... diary/journal. At first I was pretty surprised that my husband had such a thing, but after a while I thought that it was pretty neat, and since he had it ever since he was young, I realized how much this meant to him. So... I decided to surprise him by writing what else has happened so far. Well... something that I should add is that it was pretty awkward when I found out that Pierre was French and when he found out that I was British. We both believe very strongly that out own country is the best. But... by the time we found that out, we already loved each other too much. So we just came to the resolution that we slightly loosen our beliefs. My name is actually Mary Simcoe. My father is the first lieutenant governor of Upper Canada. He's a very strict man, and he's sort of the military discipline sort of guy. Well, he has recently been stationed in Quebec because of something (I think), and I don't think he likes the fact that Newark is the capital of the colony. I know that he likes York a lot because of it's location. He's thinking about making York the military stronghold. He wants me to come live in York. I haven't told Pierre about it, but I have a feeling that he might not like the idea. 

-Mary

Journal Entry #9

               Much has happened since John has left. Life has been tougher for me, but not anymore, since my wish of having a wife has come true. She's a very fair young lady, and she's very good at cooking. My old man was there for the wedding, but unfortunately, a couple of days later, he passed away (yes, I know. Awfully tragic). Since it was only me and my wife (by the way, her name's Mary), we decided sell all our land and move towards the west side or the Bay of Fundy. Here, we started a new life that we are both very happy with. Though... the high ups are growing uneasy at the amount of loyalists that live here. Oh well. I'm very happy now, but I'm worried that I may be a little too happy when I still don't know what happened to my family. I have pretty much stopped hoping that I may see them one day though. I can't even remember their faces!!! I wish they were at my wedding...

-Pierre

Journal Entry #8

              My old man said that John can stay, but John only stayed for a while (sucks for me). After a couple of days that he stayed with us, a guy named Thomas Peters came into our village. He was with these people called the Sierra Leone Company. They were talking about how the black loyalists can go to Sierra Leone and live a better life. Though John wanted to stay, he also wanted to go. He wanted to be with people who understood how he felt. I realized that, and though I didn't want him to go, I told him to go.  So he left (so sad). I hope he lives a better life in Sierra Leone. But now I again have more work to do (I need to seriously go find myself a wife).


-Pierre

Journal Entry #7

                   Ah... shade... I'm sitting under a tree and having a bit of rest. It's so much work in Nova Scotia!!! I suppose it;s not as bad as it was when we first came here, we had to get a land grant, clear it (that was really difficult), plant crops, and we had to build our home. Plus, winter really was harsh. The female high up past away in winter, and now it's just me and my old man. The problem with this is that I have to do pretty much all the work (Hmm... I should hurry up and get married so that my life is easier...). The problem now is that during the winter our house got messed, and I have 2 reconstruct it because my old man's sick. Fortunately, the British army has been supporting us with food, tools, and clothing. But I have a feeling that this isn't going to last very long... I'm really glad I have my friend with me though. I met him two days ago. I noticed that he was crossing my land, and stealing my crops. So I caught him, and he told me that the winter had killed all his folks, and that he needed something to eat. So I told him that if he wanted something to eat, he'd have to work. So now he's helping me with my work. His name's John, and he's a black loyalist. I'm gonna ask my old man tomorrow if he can stay with us.

-Pierre