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to the Colonial Jeopardy Game Board
If you think you know who I am, please e-mail Mrs. Regner at
sreg@loma.k12.ca.us
Remember to put down how many clues you used, and what number I am.
Wearing a fancy dress, I will sit around a table with some of my father's guests who he has stay overnight often times in our large house. Usually a hearty meal of meat, vegetables and water or sometimes milk waits on our table at suppertime. Servants clean up afterwards while we converse in the lounge or read. During this time father asks me about what I did today, to which I usually reply "Frolicked in the gardens". They are well kept, and I usually choose the best flowers and pick them for a boquet for the table. Father puts me to bed after him having a shot of whiskey, usually pretty late. He chooses to talk longer with his guests, but leaves for bed at half-past eleven. He drinks his whiskey any time between half-past nine to five of ten, so I am never exactly sure of my bedtime, but having so many guests so often makes it fun for me. I hope to sometime meet a husband during one of these large gatherings, but my hopes have not been kept too high because my father invites people without children or very young children. Sometime, though, I'm sure it will happen, no question about it.
Since I was six I had loved frolicking in the gardens, and later I began to try and choose boquets that I would dream of carrying down a wedding isle before kissing the groom. I finally ended up marrying when I was eighteen, though, even though I was a second wife.
My father's checker board. He played it all the
time with his guests, leaving me to make gifts for them.
My Father may have used this sometime when I was out--I am never sure of his whereabouts or where he is when I am out. He owns one and I think that he wants to teach me how to play, but he never has. I think he plays it with the guests, but I'm not sure. He says that it's a immensly fun pasttime, but to me it looks boring.
I don't remember when, but I brought my husband into debt--greatly. We could hardly pay for anything until he actually found a small job besides in the milltary.
My real name is Margaret Shippen, and that was so until I married Benedict Arnold in 1779. Since then, I was known by my nickname, and I still am, mostly.
