Write a journal entry from the perspective of one of the many people moving west. Why did you decide to move? What was you journey like? What legacy do you hope to leave behind?
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Savannah Ashley
3/31/2014 04:57:00 am
Dear Journal,
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Jada G.
3/31/2014 04:58:16 am
June 10 , 1807
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Tatiana parra
3/31/2014 04:58:48 am
My name is Junipero Serra. I was born in 1713. The reason i moved to the west was because I wanted to convert the california Indians to Christianity. I wanted to reward soldiers and attract settlers. I lead soldiers and priests from north mexico to california. Many people were treated harshly but many also died from diseases that were brought to california by newcomers. Many families lived in adobe houses. It was terrible. The territory was neglected. The mexican government soldiers didnt get paid. They stole what they needed from the people they were supposed to protect.There were many legacies left like grapes olives citrus fruits spanish names like San diego los angeles and san francisco. As people seen these amazing legacies they rushed in because of the good crops and fertile land.
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Camila
3/31/2014 04:59:01 am
Dear Journal,
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Tyheem Anderson
3/31/2014 04:59:16 am
My name Frank Repo and I will tell you why I decided to move to the west. I am a mountain man and the reason and only reason was fur. Fur was very valuable so we would get atacked by theives, Indians, wolves, and bears. it was very cold and some of us died from lingering diseases and others by fatal bullets and arrow but mostly acsidents. I hope to leave the insperation of our stories in our jurnals and most people hike on camping trips in the mountains well thats what we did and i hope to leave those behind. Also in 1807 Lisa led 47 trappers up the Mussurri River.
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Katie Santiago
4/1/2014 12:58:15 am
April 1, 1804
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Paul
4/1/2014 12:59:12 am
My name I Jedadia Birgadear Longtree, and it is August 12, 1827. The only reason I’m writing this today is because I’m in need of some coin. You know what I mean MONEY! I honestly don’t care what it is but as long as it has value I’ll take it. But there’s one thing in specific that I’m looking for. It’s that stuff that covers animals. Yeah furs. They don’t call us fur trappers for nothing. That stuff is worth a tooth or a limb in some cases. An old friend of mine name Hugh Glass was attacked by mother bear just the other day. He’s lucky he got out of there with his life while she left with an extra leg. But boy if he would have killed that beauty we would have made a fortune. Look if you have some fur lying around you should sell it to these Indian folk. I’ve been doing some business with them recently and boy do they eat this stuff up. They would have given us tons of gold if we had that bear skin. Man if I could hope for one thing it would be for bags full of loot and for us to be remembered as those crazy wackos that actually made money off of a seemingly worthless object.
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Melise
4/1/2014 01:02:44 am
It’s 1827. I’m not quite sure which month though. The heat has made my memory grow hazy and I’m on the verge of perpetual insanity. I’ve seen a total of 15 staggering deaths today. One in particular was Margaret Clark. A buffalo rammed its tough horns through her forehead, fracturing her skull. She died instantly. The other 14 didn’t scare me as much. A couple of drowning and sleep deprived girls don’t bother me. But somehow, I can still manage to hear Margaret’s piercing shrieks in my sleep. I awaken each night, shaking in my gown and clutching the sheets. It frightens me. She frightens me. She was just a child I cared for while her pregnant mother slept. Caring for children who I didn’t bear was not what I intended to do on this trip. I dream of leaving legacies in this wasteland. The women here, including me, perform the role of both genders. But then again we are just women. Our experience will be nothing but an ignored moment in time. How I wish it was different. Even speaking about equality will earn a lady nothing short from a slap in the face. One can dream though.
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Shanelle S.
4/1/2014 01:02:52 am
Dear Journal, May7, 1827
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Luis R.
4/1/2014 01:03:25 am
March 31, 1827
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Crystal
4/1/2014 01:04:53 am
May 24, 1827
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Jennifer O
4/1/2014 01:06:33 am
Dear Beloved Journal,
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Deavihan
4/1/2014 01:09:24 am
Journal Entry #1
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Dulce Granja
4/1/2014 01:11:20 am
Liza Maureen Stotan September 28, 1827
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Viktor Salas
4/1/2014 01:11:32 am
Urgot Salad March 32, 1827
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Jerrel T.
4/1/2014 01:11:41 am
June 21st 1827
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Sebastian James
4/1/2014 01:20:11 am
June 12 1852
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Jessica
4/1/2014 01:23:24 am
November 6,2013
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Kenneth O.
4/1/2014 01:24:31 am
May 14, 1835
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Kenny. L
4/1/2014 01:30:10 am
It's 1846, Im in a wagon as I write this piece in my journal. The road is bumpy, Im thirsty and the wagon I'm in is the last of all. All the other wagons wheels have fallen off and nobody wasable to fix it. We have tried to buy one but we don't have much money either. The journey has been tough but it will be worth it. We haven't been able to buy food so we have to live off what we have. We don't exactly know where in the west were going but Brighm Young has declared we are going West..Im excited for a new life. A new life where were able to practice our religon freely. After all that is why were heading West. No more violent mobs or hateful people just peace. We hope to spread the Mormon religon and help others settle West.
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Zauriel A.
4/1/2014 01:33:03 am
June 10 , 1807
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Katelin Martinez
4/1/2014 01:34:51 am
Dear Journal,
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Xavion
4/1/2014 01:40:05 am
Chase 8/10/1822
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Dominic Tesoriero
4/1/2014 01:40:20 am
Dear Journal,
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Aaron Halyer
4/1/2014 04:21:30 am
April 11 1817 I don’t know how much more I can take of this. I am a nice caring Mountain man. I’m moving west in search of fur. These passed 30 years has been the worst years ever. Me and the other men ran into thieves and wild animals such as bears, and wolfs. Native Americans would become a problem as well. In Would hope to leave some legacies behind. If I had to choose two I would choose the routes that became the Oregon California trail, also our trading post we set up.
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Gabby
4/1/2014 04:22:36 am
Dear Journal,
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Aaron Halyer
4/1/2014 04:23:46 am
April 11 1817 I don’t know how much more I can take of this. I am a nice caring Mountain man. I’m moving west in search of fur. These passed 30 years has been the worst years ever. Me and the other men ran into thieves and wild animals such as bears, and wolfs. Native Americans would become a problem as well. In Would hope to leave some legacies behind. If I had to choose two I would choose the routes that became the Oregon California trail, also our trading post we set up. BY BULL LEG THE 3RD
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Cathy Montoya
4/1/2014 04:26:03 am
April 4, 1827
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Jazmine Castano
4/1/2014 04:30:05 am
Dear journal, April 7th, 1827
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Maahir Taylor
4/1/2014 04:30:29 am
Dear uncle
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Araybia luster
4/1/2014 04:41:25 am
Dear, Journal
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~Genesis~
4/1/2014 04:44:41 am
Dear Journal, 6/02/1827
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