TITLE: Amanda Hardy's Tea Party
GENRE: Historical Fiction middle grade
Monday, December 13th, 1773
Amanda Hardy scrunched her nose against the frost-coated window and huffed. Her breath formed a circle and she rubbed the spot so she could peer out. Pinpricks of snow dotted the cobblestone street. To her left, she spotted Papa and John rushing down Belcher’s Lane for the second time that morning. Papa never left his carpentry shop during the day. Something did not seem right.
Outside, many of the Boston townsfolk gathered on the street, their heads tipped together like children telling secrets. Even Mr. Jensen, the baker from two doors down, stood outside his store, pointing towards Griffin’s Wharf. Then he shook his fist. Was it because of the tea ships?
Yesterday, when she and Mama had taken baby James for a walk, they passed the wharf where three ships were anchored, docked there for weeks. Their tall wooden masts reached up towards the sky. The names painted on their hulls were The Dartmouth, The Eleanor and The Beaver – such strange names for ships. Now, from her window, Amanda could see the tops of the masts. Mama told her the ship’s cargo was tea, and parliament wanted the colonists to pay the taxes on it before it was unloaded. That could be why the people on the street seemed angry. Pay a tax on our tea? Tea that we drank everyday? Mama said it was unfair.
And now, all the talk about tea, and Papa and John rushing off here, there and everywhere, not one person remembered her birthday.