My Name is Isidore Samuels

Hi friends, my name is Isidore Samuels. I was born in 1754 in Newport RI in a traditional two story, New England clapboard house on School Street not far the Parade grounds and the White Horse Tavern.

You may have heard Emma’ story recently about how I was this tall, awkward boy and that she paid me no heed. And I may have gotten in trouble with the neighbors. Well maybe some of that might be true. But the truth is Emma was smitten with me from the first time we met. And I’ve got proof.

I was about nine, and sitting behind her and her parents. She was pretty darn cute with her long hair and freckles. I’d seen her at school, but never this close up. So I thought of a way to get her attention. I didn’t want to pull her hair (although the thought crossed my mind). So I began tapping her chair lightly at first then when she ignored me I whistled… still nothing. Then I shook her chair a little harder. With a huff she turned around, scrunched up her pretty face and said, “Isidore Samuels if you are not the most infuriating thing I’ve ever seen then I don’t know what. I hate you.”

I had gotten her attention. And my life would never be the same. Me, Isidore Samuels. And I just knew from my gut that this girl was head over heels in love with me from that moment on…

My story continues…