08 October 2012
A Letter to My Dearest Friend John Smith
September 15, 1616
Since I have met you I, Matoaka (Pocahontas), have matured into a great woman. Most people know me as "the most dear and well-beloved," but other people (Powhaton Tribe Members) still think of me as "the devil child or playful-one." In my opinion I am just a strong, resilient, self sacrificing, and overly caring lady of the Tidewater Region.
Therefore embracing my new lifestyle as a Christian wife and mother is easy. When I was growing up in Werowocomoco which is about twelve miles outside Jamestown, Virginia I learned what I thought were necessary skills to being a ...view middle of the document...
Although his pale appearance next to mine makes the people of London, England stare, he shows he loves me because he isn't ashamed of taking me to church and into town. Our love is always growing stronger and stronger each day and now that we have a baby our hearts are just over flowing with emotions.
Our son Thomas Rolfe was born on January 30, 1615 in Jamestown, Virginia. We named him after Sir Thomas Dale; he was the kind gentleman from the Henrico settlement where Rolfe and I first laid eyes on each other. Baby Thomas will hopefully take after me in the next couple of years. I want him to feel free to explore and enjoy life before his coming of age where he starts his arduous journey of becoming a colonial man and finding a suitable wife. Just writing about him growing up is exciting but let me tell you a little about my future plans instead of my plans for baby Thomas. Being such a young woman beginning my twenties with a husband and child makes me feel confident about my future endeavors. Hopefully in the Spring around March my family and I will set sail from London, England back to Jamestown, Virginia. Maybe we will get a chance to meet up with you for lunch or go back to the old forest where I first met you.
Do you remember when we met? I was about 12, you were shot in the arm, and you thought a rambunctious 10 year old was going to get you in trouble with Indians not knowing that I was going to stand up for you when my Powhaton warriors captured you. I never knew I would make friends with a white stranger until I began visiting you at the fort and realized how interesting the colonists were to me at the time. I remember when my Powhatan people were confronted and informed about new laws and acts your leader was imposing on my free people. My father, Chief Wahunsunacock, was very upset with your arrival but me being the curious free spirited child I was did not fully understand what threat your people were posing so I was immediately interested in your culture and the many differences. Your people, the colonists, all wore clothing which covered your entire bodies you wore hats, boots, and some of you carried metal which exploded with a metal object called a bullet. John your hair was so very interesting as well because of the bright yellow color with streaks of light brown and your soft face with brown stubble. John you were not just some exotic stranger to me, you were the exotic stranger with kind eyes and a warm heart. I wish all your people had a open mind like you then maybe I would have never married John Rolfe but then I would not have my...