Chapter 2

“Mother, where are you?” I said as I walked around the house like an elephant. “Mother? Pa?”

“We are up here,” Pa replied. I walked up the stairs to see them sitting on the deck, noses stuck in the middle of their books.  “How was it?” Pa asked.

“It was good, no replies to the sign, or to the speech.”

“Too bad,” Mother replied. “ Chloe? Have you read the newspaper yet?” she asked with her crisp, loud, wondering voice that pronounced and emphasized everything perfectly.

“No,where is it,” I asked with my weak and suddenly shy voice.

“On the table,” Pa replied with his strong and pure country accent, so country I would think he was born in Tennessee. I went downstairs faster than the flash to go get the newspaper. See, we had a two-story house, which was common if you had a lot of money. It was a red, brick house with a porch on the front, and on that porch, a rocking chair, my rocking chair. In the house was the BIG wooden staircase. I walked down each step, each step making a noise, my favorite noise, SQUEAK.  Each step you took was a different squeak, a different noise to love. And a different noise to hear.

I looked at the newspaper, and I saw two girls on one of the pages; it was titled, “Convention!”

“Read it! Third page,” I heard Mother yell. So I started to read it…

Convention!

Two women, Lucretia Mott and Elizabeth Cady Stanton, made a DECLARATION! A declaration of settlements! Now what is this all about? Well there is a problem in the world; people are not being treated equally. Especially not men compared to women. Lucretia Mott wrote this declaration and wants to share it with everyone. Come share your feelings for the declaration with them! After, sign the petition and make women's lives better! In marriage husband and wife are one person, and that person is the husband; let’s change that. And I know women don't want that. Come on July 19th!

                                                                                                         

“Have you read it yet,” Mother asked.

“Yes, Mother,” I replied.

“Are you going to go?” Pa asked.

“Yeah! I’m going to go! I can’t wait to go! I’m going to stand in the shoes of giants and make the world better,” I replied.

“I can’t wait for you to go,” Mother said.

“Me too,” I said.

Chapter 3

July 19th was right around the corner! I couldn’t wait to have a bunch of chin music with all the people that thought the same as me! And to have chin music with all the people that disagreed with me, so I could change their minds!

“Bye,” Mother called down to me.

“Bye, Mother,” I yelled back. I walked through the back, scary, tree covered roads today. Down all the hard, rocky, winding roads. I walked through the painted woods. The painter, Mother Nature. Then I got to a wide open field, seeing the wide open blue sky, as blue as the ocean with no white cotton candy, just the blue sky and the bright, beating sun. I walked over the old rusted train tracks, and I saw a sign: “ Women should be equal with men!” A short, older lady with blond hair and a  little more weight than most held the sign. Did she know they could go to the Seneca Falls Convention? Did she know they could help women have more rights by just showing up? Maybe she did? Should I have told…

“Hello, dear,” the small old woman said, interrupting my thoughts.

“Hello,” I said. “I see you are protesting.”

“Yes. For our rights! What are you doing back on these roads?”

“Well I’m going to the Seneca Falls Convention!”

“The Sen...sene...Seneca, WHAT?”

“The Seneca Falls Convention! Instead of protesting we can go to the convention and sign a petition for women!”

“Well count me in!” she said with the most excitement possible.

The woman decided to join me as we walked to the convention.

-Kendal Luthanen