I am John Parker, and I am 46 years old. I have a wife and seven children. We are close friends of the Clark family and I spend hours in their study talking about the politics with the Reverend. I am an assessor, a farmer and a joiner. I am also an experienced mechanic.
I must say the common is quite a busy place during the day. Many trades are made there. For instance, just the other day the tinsmith offered to make me a lantern for some chopped firewood. The belfry is located there and it rings every Sabbath day when we go to church. It also rings when there is a special occasion. Many of my things came from trades there. Like my horses' shoes, my silver goblet, my spiders.
Aarrgh! I am the angriest person the the face of
Cambridge Farms. Today I went to get gun powder so my sons Isaac and John
could go hunting with me, but I couldn't afford it.
Yet, it is not just that, we won't have any military training
in case of trouble with the redcoats. Still Lydia, my wife made me a
gun powder pouch. Let me explain how it works. When I load my gun I bite
off the end of the rolled paper and I shake out some powder for the
flintspark to burn. Then I pour the rest of the powder down
the barrel of the gun, drop in the ball, then stuff it into be
a wadding. Bang!