We Return to our Homes

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: 10 November 1758
: Womelsdorf, County of Berks, Pennsylvania

: Dear Cousins Davey and Malcolm -

: A short message to let you know that Brother Tales and I arrived safely in Berks County and have been received into the loving bosom of our families.  Our aged parents, your Aunt Maggie and her husband the German, are well and enveloped us both in their arms as we arrived at their cabin door.  Their tears of joy to have us home safely were increased when Three Tales and I told them that we were done with soldiering and were to become "civilized".  

: Tales is reunited with his family and Two Bottle, his wife, gripped his arms tightly as she shouted to me over the din of their squealing children, "Now go, Flags, to your woman Magdalena!  Go and leave us alone for many days as we learn to know each other again!"  Two Bottle pushed lucky Tales through the cabin door and Tales' squeals joined those of the children as I was left standing outside, rifle in hand and a knowing smile on my face.

: I now sit in the parlor of Magdalena Gutshall's home.  Her father sits across from me with a stern look on his face.  I have just asked him again for the hand of his lovely daughter in marriage and although he has agreed, he continues to look at me in a strange way, probably because I am still dressed in clout, moccassins and leggins.  The good Pastor sent his youngest daughter to fetch Magdalena, so he "could speak with us both about the Godly marriage bonds" as he put it.  

: To stop myself from fidgeting while I wait, I asked the good Pastor (my father-in-law to be?!) if I could have parchment and quill to write a letter to my cousins on the frontier.  I not only did this to help stop my nervousness, but also to demonstrate to the Pastor that I was educated.  He did seem surprised by this request, so I sit here now undergoing the look of his furrowed brow, as I write this message.

: Several times Magdalena's four sisters have peeked into the parlor where I sit with the stern Pastor, and they have giggled, then dashed off.  I have never felt so nervous and scared as I do now, this is worse than facing the horde of Red Leaf; my palms are sweaty and my knees jerk spasmodically.  I will be joyful when my dearest Magdalena arrives, for her angelic countenance and feminine loveliness will make this terror all worthwhile.

: I close now and will send this message after my task is completed with the Pastor.  I expect my next message to you will announce the marriage of Magdalena Gutshall and myself.

: Pax Aye, my cousins, write a return message to me so I know how all my comrades of the 77th Grenadiers are faring.  My compliments to Capt. Croy and 1st Sgt. Campbell.

: Many Flags 


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