As today is Thanksgiving, I was thinking about the decision to leave behind the familiar homeland with its comforts of family, friends and towns in exchange for the unknown. The Dayton family was not destitute, but there is little doubt they became considerably less wealthy by the time of arrival in the New World.
At more than 50 years of age, Ralph and Alice were older than most, and the four children who traveled with them ranged from 10 to 19. Oldest son Ralph remained in Ashford his entire life, separated forever from his family. I wonder how agreeable the teenagers were with the idea of leaving?
Apparently, all of them survived the terrifying crossing, despite disagreeable provisions and wretched conditions shared with other living cargo such as sheep, goats, cattle and horses.
Can you imagine emotions at the first sight of land? I’m pretty sure I would want to kneel and kiss the ground. How could you not be thankful?