The Green Mountain Hero: Ethan Allen

February 12, 1789, 9:00 pm
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Hello blog,

The Man upstairs permitted me to write one last post before the judgment seat.

After the loss of the New Hampshire and New York towns, I dropped out of politics and went back to my farm in Vermont.

In 1789, there was a hay shortage on our farm. I had heard one of my cousins had some extra hay, so I immediately drove out to his place to buy some. But on the way back home, I suffered what St. Peter tells me is known as cerebral hemorrhage and collapsed. I never recovered consciousness and on February 12, 1789, I died at the age of fifty-one.

It turns out that my fears that Vermont would cease to exist were never were realized. When I died, the last barrier between Vermont and the United States fell. The United States was low on money and needed new states to tax. Therefore, when the United States offered to return all of the land New York and New Hampshire had taken back, Vermont was ready to accept in return for becoming the fourteenth state. We were officially accepted on March 4th, 1791.

And me? Well, I will live on in Vermont’s history. Two United States ships will be named after me, and I will become one of the two statues for Vermont in the National Statuary Hall in the United States Capitol, one of the highest honors a Vermonter could ever achieve.