After reading this book, it appeared to me that very few women wanted to leave their homes and go by wagon train to Oregon or California. Then once on this trip, it didn’t seem likely that they could turn around and head back home, not unless they had a lot of other families following. The women went because, well, it was their duty to their husbands. I can think of a lot o biblical scriptures that support this. It was their men who wanted to go for an adventure, for land, or to go to California to pan for gold.
When you tread these diaries of the women who were on these wagon trains, you get a feeling that the trip was more about accidents, sickness and death. They often wrote pages of the of the graves they saw, and it went like this:
June 10th, Passed 4 graves.
June 14, passed 12 graves.
June 20, Passed 10 graves.
And on and on. People were dying of cholera, if not from smallpox or Mountain Fever, which I learned by googling, was Rocky Mountain Spotted Tick Fever.
I have always romanized pioneer life, not really realizing many of the hardships. Sure I have read this kind of book before, but this was one the best ones I had read. And for some reason it was more eye opening.
Starvation, maybe being killed by Indians, the lack of water, and so forth, does not interest me. If I lived back then, the furthest I would want to travel west would be to the edge of a town after living in its center. But even so, back then the edge of town may have proved to be too dangerous.
I believe my idea of pioneer life comes closer to being a hippie in the 70s and living on a commune where you did your best to grow your own food and etc, which was a life that if you grew tired of it or it didn’t work for some other reason, you could easily leave and go home or get a job in town.