![]() ![]() Leslie Goddard portrays all three very different women – without ever leaving the stage. They and our other Founding Mothers could not vote or own property, but they were fervently patriotic and passionate women whose tireless pursuits on behalf of their families – and their country – proved just as crucial to the forging of a new nation as the rebellion that established it.Īlthough best known by the men they married, Hamilton’s wife and sisters-in-law were unmistakably Revolutionary. From glittering inaugural balls to bloody street riots, amidst the powder keg of the early days of the Revolution, the Schuyler sisters are at the center of it all – including political treachery and scandal. They dressed in the latest fashions and were courted by the most powerful men. The Schuyler sisters, Angelica, Eliza, and Peggy – daughters of the wealthy Philip Schuyler, Revolutionary War general and later U.S. We take our horses into the stable behind the house before rounding the home to the front door.All three Schuyler sisters portrayed by Leslie Goddard from Chicago, IL I see some farmland on the opposite side of the house, but on our side, it's just a clearing with a few tall trees scattered around like sprinkles on a cake. "No, we wanted the time to ourselves without our parents fretting over us."Ībout twenty minutes later, I spot the large, white-painted house that is the Saratoga summer home. "And Peggy decided to stay behind?" I ask, confusedĪngelica laughs, "Oh, she would have loved to go, but she knew we were coming, so she decided to stay behind."Īngelica gives me a conspiratorial grin. "They're staying in Saratoga, too, but they'll both be away for a festival about three towns over today," Angelica explains with a slash of a smile. "And your parents are going to be there, too?" "My sister, Peggy, is waiting for us at Saratoga," Angelica informs me at one point on our ride. We ride for an hour, spending the time by occasionally racing each other to a tree branch a hundred yards away or simply talking to each other. So, I swing myself up and sit as I normally would on a horse if I were in the twenty-first century. Besides," she adds with a smirk, "it's easier to ride this way. At my questioning look, she explains, "It's just the two of us. Angelica swings herself up and sits upon the horse like a man. I fiddle with the riding gloves as I discreetly watch her mount her brown horse to see what the etiquette is for ladies in this time period. They're slightly worn, but comfortable, and they fit me just right. "And here," she adds, giving me a pair of riding gloves that I easily slip on. "Here," Angelica says as she hands me the reins of a white horse. We decide to ride by horseback there instead of taking a carriage. It's about three hours outside New York City in a secluded, peaceful area surrounded by trees and ponds. Saratoga, it turns out, is where Angelica stays in the summer. So with that thought in mind, I force a bright smile on my face and ask, "What fun are we going to have?"Īngelica pats my hand as she replies, "We're going to visit Saratoga." Since when did I care so much about Lafayette and Hamilton? I shouldn't care this much. I attempt at a smile, but it's feeble and shaky. I grasp her hands in mine as I ask in a frantic voice, "Have Lafayette and Colonel Hamilton left yet?"Īngelica gives me an apologetic look as she replies, "They left an hour ago." She must've seen my face fall at this because she loops her arm through mine and says, "They'll be back in two days, and with all the fun we're going to have, it'll seem like no time at all." "Eliza, calm yourself," she says in a soothing tone as I stop before her. She jumps and turns around to see me flying towards her. "Angelica!" I nearly shout in my relief to see her. I finally run into Angelica as she's entering the house from the backyard, her back turned towards me as she closes the door behind her. Have Lafayette and Hamilton left already? That's all I can think about as I half run, half fast walk through the house in search of Angelica or either of the two young men. A red knot adorns the neckline, drawing attention to it.īut I don't notice any of that as I rush downstairs. I jump up from my plush bed, only vaguely remembering Hamilton putting me there last night, before hurriedly dressing into the first dress I see an elegant red dress with a low neckline. When I awake the morning, buttery sunlight streams through the white curtain drawn over my windows, marking the time as late morning if not the afternoon. ![]()
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