Without question, some of the situations I'd gotten myself in don't paint a pretty picture of the Laura Bradley-Hutchins that I used to be. But today, I'm a different person. Besides, whatever I did in my past doesn't make me any worse than anybody else. Show me a perfect person in this messed-up world? Some might say that I deserted my kids, but I say I only did what I thought was best for them at the time. Label my decision how you see fit, but at least, I didn't hurt my children or kill them like some stressed out mothers have done who don't feel that they have a place to go for help. I knew for certain that I couldn't go to Alex's parents and tell them the truth about what was happening in what appeared to be our 'perfect" household. You see, the real deal was, Alex's parents thought he could do no wrong. He was the only college-educated child they had, and he was filthy rich by their estimation. His parents weren't going to turn on him and support me, since Alex moved them from the most dangerous projects in Atlanta.
Laura yanked open her purse and reached for what she had concealed in the black shawl. With the apathy of a raging tornado, she approached Alex, aiming the gun at his upper body. Sweat saturated her brows and dripped into her eyes. Spouting vile curse words under her breath, she used the sleeve of her mauve blouse to clear her blurred vision. As she was about to pull the trigger, she heard a heavy voice, and snapped her head away from Alex towards the door, but she didn't see anyone. She halted momentarily to gather her thoughts. Facing her target, her hands shook uncontrollably as her body trembled. Inching closer to Alex, Laura prepared to fire. This time a powerful, masculine voice commanded, "Not your will, but my will be done!" Laura fell to her knees and crawled back to her purse. In a panic, she scrambled around on the floor, trying to wrap the gun in the scarf and conceal it in her purse. Because her snot-filled nostrils restrained her ability to breathe, she opened her mouth and panted like an exhausted sprinter, all the while trying to lift herself from the frigid hospital floor.
Without question, some of the situations I'd gotten myself in don't paint a pretty picture of the Laura Bradley-Hutchins that I used to be. But today, I'm a different person. Besides, whatever I did in my past doesn't make me any worse than anybody else. Show me a perfect person in this messed-up world? Some might say that I deserted my kids, but I say I only did what I thought was best for them at the time. Label my decision how you see fit, but at least, I didn't hurt my children or kill them like some stressed out mothers have done who don't feel that they have a place to go for help. I knew for certain that I couldn't go to Alex's parents and tell them the truth about what was happening in what appeared to be our 'perfect" household. You see, the real deal was, Alex's parents thought he could do no wrong. He was the only college-educated child they had, and he was filthy rich by their estimation. His parents weren't going to turn on him and support me, since Alex moved them from the most dangerous projects in Atlanta.
The Archaeology of Martin's Hundred explores the history and artifacts of a 20,000-acre tract of land in Tidewater, Virginia, one of the most extensive English enterprises in the New World. Settled in 1618, all signs of its early occupation soon disappeared, leaving no trace above ground. More than three centuries later, archaeological explorations uncovered tantalizing evidence of the people who had lived, worked, and died there in the seventeenth century. Part I: Interpretive Studies addresses four critical questions, each with complex and sometimes unsatisfactory answers: Who was Martin? What was a hundred? When did it begin and end? Where was it located? We then see how scientific detective work resulted in a reconstruction of what daily life must have been like in the strange and dangerous new land of colonial Virginia. The authors use first-person accounts, documents of all sorts, and the treasure trove of artifacts carefully unearthed from the soil of Martin's Hundred. Part II: Artifact Catalog illustrates and describes the principal artifacts in 110 figures. The objects, divided by category and by site, range from ceramics, which were the most readily and reliably datable, to glass, of which there was little, to metalwork, in all its varied aspects from arms and armor to rail splitters' wedges, and, finally, to tobacco pipes. The Archaeology of Martin's Hundred is a fascinating account of the ways archaeological fieldwork, laboratory examination, and analysis based on lifelong study of documentary and artifact research came together to increase our knowledge of early colonial history. Copublished with the Colonial Williamsburg Foundation.
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