A long; long time ago in New York State lived a baby girl named Ann Eddy. And on the cold November night that falling stars filled the sky; Ann's parents took her outside to see. Now the family was moving to Wisconsin territory. The wagon train journey would take many weeks. "Please; God;" Ann Prayed; "let there be a girl on the trip who's just my age." And there was! But trouble traveled with the train too. "Stay away from that Weston family!" Ann's brothers were told; and they did--most of the time. This is Ann's story--the first in the series of six true stories about Adventist girls: Ann; Marilla; Grace; Ruth; Elaine; and Erin. Ann was born in 1833. Her great; great; great granddaughter; Erin; is a teenager today. When Erin was born; grandmother Ruth wanted her to know that she was a sixth-generation Adventist; as well as a thirteenth-generation American girl whose ancestors helped to establish their country. But most of all she wanted Erin to know that her greatest heritage is that she is a child of the heavenly King and so are you.
