Here are some extracts from dairies, poems and letters written by 5th class in response to the novel Wildflower Girl.
Here are some extracts from dairies, poems and letters written by 5th class in response to the novel Wildflower Girl.
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July 18th, 1853
Dear Marita, today when I came home from school, I hoped to find a
notice to inform my family about emigrating to America, and to my delight I
found one on the dresser. I told Eily all about it. When she said that we were
not going, I was both sad and furious. Then it happened! Eily slapped me across
the face. Tears streamed down my cheeks. I screamed, “I hate you!” I kept
shouting as I ran out the back door. In Market Lane I saw two women. They
stopped talking and stared at me. I stuck out my tongue at them and ran, hell
for leather, to the end of Castletaggart, heading for the old bridge and river.
Thankfully, no-one was there to disturb me. I remembered school; the first day
to be precise, how I had kicked off my shoes and had nearly thrown them into the
river. Luckily Nano and Lena had caught me and told me not to throw them in, so
I didn’t. Then Eily came and said, “ I’m so sorry, Peggy.” We walked
back to the shop. It seems to us as if a little bit of Castletaggart is fading
away each day. I ran into the shop to say “Hello” to Nano.
July 19th 1853
Dear Marita,
Billy Kelly, the landlord came to see Nano. They talked about selling
the shop and moving away to Dublin. Myself and Eily know that closing the shop
would be enough to break our poor aunt’s heart. At midnight, the three of us
sat by the range fighting about the future. We decided that we couldn’t bring
Nano to America. She wouldn’t survive such a long and ruthless journey.
By Gemma
Castletaggart,
July, 1853.
Dear Peggy,
I’m so sorry to hear how sad you are on the ship. It must be
terrible to see two bodies being thrown overboard. I wish I had been there to
comfort you. By the way my job is really going well at the moment. Thanks for
asking. I think it’s really touching to know that you have daydreams about me
on a white horse. I really want to see you, but there would be no use for me
over in America.
Love you,
Michael
p.s. Nano and Eily send their love!
By Karen
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My name is Peggy. I’m on the Fortunata. It’s the worst place and the boat is battered. I remember the storm, When the boat was flooded. I was in the water. When I got out, I fell asleep. When I woke up, I remember it well. It was worse than hell. I’m sitting on my bunk. I think I’m going to cry. I can feel the tears coming to my eyes. I miss my sister every day. I want to go back to Ireland today. By Natalie |
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