The Life of Abigail Adams
This was written in the first person...I was born in November 11, 1744. My mother's name was Elizabeth Quincy Adams and My father's name was Reverend William Smith. My mother was a descendent of the Quincy's. A descendent of a 17th century puritan preacher, Thomas Shepard of Cambridge. My father and other forbearers were Congregational ministers. My father was a well-educated man. He was well-off. He was easy going and very friendly. He told me to "to say all the handsome things you could of persons, but not evil." I often went with my mother to help the needy. We would take food, fuel and clothing to them. We also visited the sick. As a child I was stubborn but shy. I was always sick. My parents, specially mother worried that I would have a short life span as many children that time did. I often complained to my sisters about my mother. I complained about how she was very protective. My mother Elizabeth expected obedience and good conduct out of her children. My father lightened things up a little. Our household wasn't very severe. My father balanced things out. People at the time believed that only boys should be admitted to the schools. So I like other woman that time didn't receive any formal educat
In 1789 through 1801John was vice president. The face is oval in shape, ending in a sharp, almost fleshless, chin; a rather long arched nose; brilliant, piercing, wide-spaced eyes. In 1784 I was happy to join John in Paris. Whereas John was short and pudgy with a round, almost bland face, Abigail was tall and slender with sharp and striking features. The first and eldest was Abigail, Nick named Nabby. John and I met a my sister, Mary's wedding. In 1788 we returned very happily home. I believed all men and women were equal.
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