Anaesthesia
Member
I saw a thread somewhere on the forum about lives in the US, so I'd thought I share mine. This is rather long.:laugh:
The first thing I dreamed (remembered?) about is being with a soldier, and going with him to a Tory's (ie, Loyal to the British) house. From this I realized that I was Quakeress (a woman Quaker), about 20 (possibly late summer or early fall 1776). I also knew I was from Philadelphia and was in the Philadelphia or the Pennsylvania division of the army. I do have a general description of the soldier I was with-he was taller than I was, which would have made him roughly 6' or thereabouts, and had really red hair. We were in Philadelphia when this happened.
I was in/with the Army as a Camp Follower, mostly being a Nurse in the medical tent. I did also read letters and the like to whomever asked, and also read from the Bible. I also generally took over for a Priest or other Christian clergyperson when there wasn't one available or the one we did have died. (I was a Quaker, so it was generally accepted in Quaker society for a woman to "preach") I know I was doing this from at least 1776 until the war ended. I believe I never made it too far into New England, for fear of being hanged more than anything. I mainly followed the Medical tent in the Pennsylvania divisions. I know I must have helped a few people desert the army (about less than 5), but stopped once one or two people were caught and killed for being traitors. I mainly felt guilty, so that mostly led me to not help deserters after that.
Later on, other memories, proved that the spy with the red hair was the one in cognito as a spy with the Tory family (on and off as a hired hand). I do believe I was injured at the time-I believe I either broke my left arm or one of my legs; I do have the feeling I broke my leg also, but may have been at different time. I do have the distinct image of myself-in Congress-talking on behalf of the army, and losses due to injured men going home and not returning. I remember seeing a woodcut version of it in a newspaper, but haven't been able to locate the image now.
I do remember that the reason my arm was broken, though. One particular night a British officer-or solidier I'm not sure-came into the Medical Tent, I think planning or at least trying to "get a few easy kills." I know I put up a big fight with him, throwing whatever at hand. I don't know where the Doctor was at the time, when this was happening. I think some of the concious soldiers in the tent were trying to get the British officer to leave me alone and telling him to get out of the tent/telling him off. At one point the British soldier started swinging his rifle (the butt end) towards me and I put my left arm up to protect my head/face. I don't remember where the soldier went after that. But anyway, I know someone was trying to give me a medal of some kind (possibly a purple heart), and I kept on refusing it-they kept on insisting, eventually I gave up and wore the medal. I believe I wore this medal when I went to congress.
I know when I was at congress I was put up in a room and my Soldier-spy who was with me sometimes came around to "protect" me by standing outside the door. I believe someone (not sure who) bought me a dress I wouldn't ordinarly buy for myself. It was a blue periwinkle dress and it was velvet. I am not sure if I used this dress to carry messages to other people in the army or whatever, but I do have the distinct feeling that I sewed something in the bodice for myself, to read in another life. I do have a similar feeling about a picture frame. I didn't get a clear look at the painting, so I'm not sure what was in the frame. I do have an image of a large Gold Filagree frame, however.
I do remember being asked to accompany another spy (he was around my height, and brown hair) to Louisiana, I believe to try to round up troops from the French. I know we crossed enemy lines quite a few times, and were asked by the British who we were and what we were doing. I do remember looking down several bayonets and claiming to be pregnant, so they wouldn't harm me. I do remember being in New Orleans/Louisiana and hating it the entire time. In this life, I've turned down several offers of going to New Orleans or Louisiana in general.
I believe I died (of natural causes) around 1812-I've heard one account that sounds really familiar to me-it was of the destruction of the White House. I don't think I ever married, or had children. By the time I was out of the war, I would have been considered a spinster.
Although, I think most of my accounts have been lost to time-I did look up Women in the American Revolution. The only name that sounded familiar to me was Lydia Darragh. I believe she was an aquantance of mine, although she and I belonged to different Meetinghouses. I think I knew her son, but I'm not 100% positive.
The first thing I dreamed (remembered?) about is being with a soldier, and going with him to a Tory's (ie, Loyal to the British) house. From this I realized that I was Quakeress (a woman Quaker), about 20 (possibly late summer or early fall 1776). I also knew I was from Philadelphia and was in the Philadelphia or the Pennsylvania division of the army. I do have a general description of the soldier I was with-he was taller than I was, which would have made him roughly 6' or thereabouts, and had really red hair. We were in Philadelphia when this happened.
I was in/with the Army as a Camp Follower, mostly being a Nurse in the medical tent. I did also read letters and the like to whomever asked, and also read from the Bible. I also generally took over for a Priest or other Christian clergyperson when there wasn't one available or the one we did have died. (I was a Quaker, so it was generally accepted in Quaker society for a woman to "preach") I know I was doing this from at least 1776 until the war ended. I believe I never made it too far into New England, for fear of being hanged more than anything. I mainly followed the Medical tent in the Pennsylvania divisions. I know I must have helped a few people desert the army (about less than 5), but stopped once one or two people were caught and killed for being traitors. I mainly felt guilty, so that mostly led me to not help deserters after that.
Later on, other memories, proved that the spy with the red hair was the one in cognito as a spy with the Tory family (on and off as a hired hand). I do believe I was injured at the time-I believe I either broke my left arm or one of my legs; I do have the feeling I broke my leg also, but may have been at different time. I do have the distinct image of myself-in Congress-talking on behalf of the army, and losses due to injured men going home and not returning. I remember seeing a woodcut version of it in a newspaper, but haven't been able to locate the image now.
I do remember that the reason my arm was broken, though. One particular night a British officer-or solidier I'm not sure-came into the Medical Tent, I think planning or at least trying to "get a few easy kills." I know I put up a big fight with him, throwing whatever at hand. I don't know where the Doctor was at the time, when this was happening. I think some of the concious soldiers in the tent were trying to get the British officer to leave me alone and telling him to get out of the tent/telling him off. At one point the British soldier started swinging his rifle (the butt end) towards me and I put my left arm up to protect my head/face. I don't remember where the soldier went after that. But anyway, I know someone was trying to give me a medal of some kind (possibly a purple heart), and I kept on refusing it-they kept on insisting, eventually I gave up and wore the medal. I believe I wore this medal when I went to congress.
I know when I was at congress I was put up in a room and my Soldier-spy who was with me sometimes came around to "protect" me by standing outside the door. I believe someone (not sure who) bought me a dress I wouldn't ordinarly buy for myself. It was a blue periwinkle dress and it was velvet. I am not sure if I used this dress to carry messages to other people in the army or whatever, but I do have the distinct feeling that I sewed something in the bodice for myself, to read in another life. I do have a similar feeling about a picture frame. I didn't get a clear look at the painting, so I'm not sure what was in the frame. I do have an image of a large Gold Filagree frame, however.
I do remember being asked to accompany another spy (he was around my height, and brown hair) to Louisiana, I believe to try to round up troops from the French. I know we crossed enemy lines quite a few times, and were asked by the British who we were and what we were doing. I do remember looking down several bayonets and claiming to be pregnant, so they wouldn't harm me. I do remember being in New Orleans/Louisiana and hating it the entire time. In this life, I've turned down several offers of going to New Orleans or Louisiana in general.
I believe I died (of natural causes) around 1812-I've heard one account that sounds really familiar to me-it was of the destruction of the White House. I don't think I ever married, or had children. By the time I was out of the war, I would have been considered a spinster.
Although, I think most of my accounts have been lost to time-I did look up Women in the American Revolution. The only name that sounded familiar to me was Lydia Darragh. I believe she was an aquantance of mine, although she and I belonged to different Meetinghouses. I think I knew her son, but I'm not 100% positive.
