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      <title>Daily Life in 1776 (8A) by Cara Mitchell</title>
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      <description>What was life like in New York City during the Revolutionary War? </description>
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      <pubDate>2020-09-03 16:34:59 UTC</pubDate>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"Near five hundred homes were destroyed that night, plus shops, churches, and stables. Thousands of people were homeless, without even a change of underclothes or clean stockings. Many did not eat meat for weeks on account of the death smell that poisoned the air" (196).</div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"The sun sparkled off the water so strong I had to shade my eyes.Tall houses of brick and stone faced us, with rows upon rows of windows looking down at the street. They reached higher than the oldest trees back home. There were smaller buildings, too, all crowded shoulder to shoulder, with no room betwixt them." Page 27</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Lucy Marek</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"The ship was tied up at a long dock, one of the many that jutted into the river. The sun sparkled off the water so strong that I had to shade my eyes. Tall houses of brick and stone faced us, with rows upon rows of windows looking down at the street. They reached higher than the oldest trees back home. There were smaller buildings, too, all crowded shoulder to shoulder, with no room for a feather to pass betwixt them." (27)</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Zaid Kader</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"Everything was cloaked in gray: oyster gray, charcoal gray, pewter gray, mold gray, storm gray, and ash. Scraps of ash floated through the air for weeks and found their way into everything, from butter to the tea. The rains turned the ash to mud" (200).</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Julie b.</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"Shortly after the clock struck ten on Friday morning, thousands of boots echoed against the cobblestones of Broadway. Every soldier in New York was marching up island to attend the hanging of Thomas Hickey, the man who almost assassinated Genera Gorge Washington."    (111) </div>]]></description>
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         <title>Molly</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>¨Walking down Broadway I was a fish swimming in the wrong direction. Everyone else in New York flowed north and fought against my progress: Continental troops in ragged formation, militia units carrying packs and haversacks, small artillery pieces pulled by horses, and carts weighed down with women and children. The noise was deafening. Along with the shouts of men and women, every dog in the city was barking alarm, pigs squealed underfoot, and occasionally a musket would fire, which led to shouted oaths and yelps." (175)</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Fay</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"Behind him billowed the coal smoke from the forge. The air was filled with a hot tang of metal and sweat"( 136)</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2020-09-03 17:39:37 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Sofia Hayden</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/cmitchell95/r8jy7e183e1nvcfd/wish/718862527</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"The British thrashed the Patriots in a big battle in Brooklyn. Thrashed them but good. They killed or captured near a thousand rebels and sent the rest scurrying away. After the worst of the battle, the skies opened up again and we all waited - us in a house with leaking windows and a damp parlor, the soldiers in pen fields and muddy ditches - for the rain to stop. (169)</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Juliette </title>
         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"It had rained in the night. The mud puddles scattered around the yard gave off steam like cauldrons coming to boil. Sweat rolled off my face and fell in great drops to the dirt below. The wind shifted and blew the smoke from the brazier into our faces. I held my breath. It betwixt me and the brazier, dangerously grew in the mud." (147)</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Maelig </title>
         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>" The British army paraded up Broadway the next day, cheered by Loyalists all wearing a red ribbon or flower in their hats in support of the king. " ( 185 )</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Stella Lee</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/cmitchell95/r8jy7e183e1nvcfd/wish/718864406</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"I prepared a tray of supper and served it to Lady Seymour in her bedchamber, the one room where she could find peace. When my chores were done, I climed to my attic room, kicked off my shoes, and laid down on my bed without even removing my skirt or bodice. Ruth's doll lay next to my head, her eyes staring up at the ceiling. I knew I ought pray for Ruth, or for Momma, or for anything; I ought just pray but the words would not come. I feared the Spirit had left me."(Page 190)</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2020-09-03 17:40:06 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Jorge </title>
         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"We had arrived soon after heavy rain. Soldiers splashed through the glittering puddles, toting wood,  emptying wagons, carrying buckets hither and fro, and standing about on corners conversating with each other. Some wore uniforms and carried long muskets. Others, in homespun clothes, dragged fence posts to a barricade." (26 and 27)</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2020-09-03 17:42:46 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Richardson</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>“We couldn't take Momma's shells, nor Ruth's baby doll made of flannel bits and calico, nor the wooden bowl Poppa made for me. Nothing belonged to us.” (pg13, line 2)</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Lia</title>
         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"If I opened the gate, I would be a criminal. Slaves were not allowed after the sunset without a pass from the master. Anyone who caught me could take me to the jail."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2020-09-03 17:43:47 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Quentin</title>
         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>I hid when I heard voices and when a horseman galloped down the middle of the street. The horse's hooves sparked off th cobblestones and sounded like a hammer striking a forge. I chased up and down streets and alleys, sticking to the shadows and shying away from the flickering streetlamps. I ran.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2020-09-03 17:45:25 UTC</pubDate>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>WE hurried past the biggest houses I had ever seen, past shops and taverns and manufactories, past city folk walking like their shoes were on fire" (36). </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2020-09-03 17:48:25 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Julie S. </title>
         <author>jsauve</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/cmitchell95/r8jy7e183e1nvcfd/wish/718903343</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"I had no time to ponder Curzon's fate. Madam commended that a supper be thrown to celebrate the capture of Forth Washington, complete with turtle soup" (206).</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2020-09-03 17:49:00 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Lucy Marek</title>
         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA["The British thrashed the Patriots in a big battle in Brooklyn. Thrashed them but good. They killed or captured near a thousand rebels and sent the rest scurrying away. After the worst of the battle, the skies opened up again and we all waited - us in a house with leaking windows and a damp parlor, the soldiers in pen fields and muddy ditches - for the rain to stop. (169)]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2020-09-03 17:55:42 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Adam</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"By the time the apples were harvested, hundreds of ships crammed with expensive British goods crowded the docks. The price of food doubled and doubled again. This did not effect the Locktons nor the rich loyalists refugees who streamed into the city toting bags of gold. We took delivery of enough potatoes to fill the bin in the cellar and had no trouble buying meats." (201)</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2020-09-06 00:23:29 UTC</pubDate>
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