I'm Paul, I have two children, a boy and a girl, George and Kim. I adopted them when they where two years old. We live in a small house in Springfield Illinois. We joined the Donner party with the Reeds, and the Donners.
Our journey started out easy. Soon we would send a letter back telling our adventures. There was one wagon called the "Palace car" that was very big. Everybody asked Patty's grandma, Sarah, if she was doing alright so far. She said she was getting better every day. She had the western fever, the strong urge to go pioneering.
The kids pick flowers such as the wild geranium, bluebells, verbena, wild indigo,and larkspur. There was a thunderstorm so they had to stop. They the had a nice dinner while weaving their flowers into their hair and puting them into their scrapbook. That afternoon they catch up to Colonel Russel's party. They had a party. Somebody named "old Pat" sang and danced to Yankee Doodle, Annie Laurie, Skip to my Lou, and more. The Donner boy's were supposed to clean up for the party but they made mud pies instead.
Sadly, from a bad cough Patty's grandmother passes away. The children loved her story's of when she was a young pioneer, but everything comes to an end eventually.
On The 4th of July we arrived at Fort Laramie. We met really nice Indians, though they do offer to trade the kids for moccasins and buckskin clothes. They had a celabration. Goerge and Kim had to go to bed early.
As we near the Truckee River it starts to snow. We eventually abandon the wagons. Us parents are forced to carry their children for they could not go themselves. The mules and oxen carry provisions sufficient for the trip. Puss and Goerge's feet get frost-bitten.