Genre: MG Historical Fiction
Word Count: 25,000 words
Dear Michelle and Amy,
Thank you for the opportunity to participate in your original contest, sun vs. snow. I certainly know which one of those makes me the most uncomfortable!
Amanda Hardy’s Tea Party tells the story of a ten year old girl immersed in events that confuse and worry her. Her Papa and brother are rushing about Boston, her Mama has tossed the tea into the trash, and three ships loom large in the harbor – and never leave. Something is going on, but no one will tell Amanda what it is. With her tenth birthday only four days away, will anyone even remember they are having guests?
The story takes place during the four days leading up to, and the day of the protest that becomes known as the Boston Tea Party.
There are many Tea Party books for children, but none through the eyes of a young northern girl. What makes Amanda unique is her willingness to act outside the norms of her times to be part of the Patriot movement. She wishes to be a Patriot, like her Papa.
Amanda Hardy scrunched her nose against the frost-coated window and huffed. Her breath formed a circle and she rubbed the spot so she could peer out. Pinpricks of snow dotted the cobblestone street. To her left, she spotted Papa and John rushing down Belcher’s Lane for the second time that morning. Papa never left his carpentry shop during the day. Something was not right.
Outside, many of the Boston townsfolk gathered on the street, their heads tipped together like children telling secrets. Mr. Jensen, the baker from two doors down, stood outside his store, pointing toward Griffin’s Wharf. He shook his fist. Was it because of the tea ships?
Yesterday, when she and Mama took baby James for a walk, they passed the wharf where three ships were anchored, docked there for weeks. Their tall wooden masts reached up towards the sky. The names painted on their hulls were The Dartmouth, The Eleanor and The Beaver – such strange names for ships. Now, from her window, Amanda could see the tops of the masts. Mama told her the ship’s cargo was tea, and parliament wanted the colonists to pay the taxes on it before it was unloaded. Pay a tax on our tea? Tea that we drank everyday? That was unfair.