My name is Mary Elizabeth Taylor, after my grandmother. I am 15 years old in Massachusetts. The year is 1879. My family and I are going west to better and more land. Plus my uncle already lives there. My father says that we might come across turnpikes if we go by land.

    “Papa? What are turnpikes?” asks my 6 year old sister. “Turnpikes are roads that people have built. They charge people to cross that road. "

   " Alright. I don't really understand still papa, but if Lizzy does then I will when I am as old as her."

A.N.  I will write more when I am not so tired. Sorry lovelies.