#decades challenge gen 1

[sim-ply-lilacs]

Brindleton Bay, 1891

On a drizzling morning as the last cold fingers of winter dipped into the light of spring, Beatrice Fenton buried her father.

Beatrice wandered her way through the day. She stopped to chat to this relative and that, made her mother, Madeline as comfortable as she could, and smiled graciously through every saccharine message of consolation she received.

Eventually, though, her grief threatened to overwhelm her, and she slipped away to an isolated corner of her parents' property.

Beatrice had adored her father. The late-in-life only child of her parents, she had grown up indulged and doted on. The Fentons had lived a comfortable life in a home that boated both electricity and indoor plumbing, and had saved enough money over the years that Beatrice had been set to attend the University of Britechester in the fall to obtain her B.A. in literature. That dream was forced to die, however, when her father took ill. Madeline spent every penny—and then some—of their savings in a hopeless attempt to save the life of her beloved. He had passed anyway, and his family was destitute.

"Oh Papa!" Beatrice sobbed, "Oh Papa I don't know what to do! Mother and I have nothing left, save the house. Even that must be sold to settle the debts we owe the doctor, and then there's nothing left. I looked for a teaching position nearby, but there's nothing closer than Strangerville all the way across the country, and Mother refuses to be parted from Brindleton Bay."

"I-I'm trying so hard, Papa. I'm trying to be brave like you asked me to be, but I just have nothing left. We have no money, no relatives, no nothing. Perhaps some convent will take us on but oh how I wanted little babies of my own."

"How could we have come to this? Oh, what will I do?"

Beatrice spoke no more. The grief became too heavy to carry. Letting it roll over her like the waves of the bay where she'd had such a happy childhood, Beatrice let it pull her under, and finally gave in to tears. As an only child, she'd always been comfortable being alone, but never before had she felt so lonely.

And yet, that was not the only reason she was pleased to hear the soft, kind voice that approached and whispered, "Bea?"

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#beginning #post 1 #decades challenge gen 1 #sims 4 decades challenge #decades challenge #moody legacy #beatrice fenton #beatrice moody #josef moody

[amethystamanda]

New save time

Yeah, I can't stick with a save. Aliens aren't being deleted, I'll go back to them sometime (I think), but the others I don't know about.

Anyway:

Meet Philip Blackmore, a 54-year-old fisherman from Bristol, England in the 1600s. He's travelled back and forth to Newfoundland every year for several years now. He has a house he lives in while he's there (assuming it's left standing when he arrives in the spring), and in the fall he returns home to his wife and family.

When he returned home in the fall of 1629, it was to find that his wife had recently died, leaving him with their one remaining unmarried child, Hannah, 18.

He decided to travel to Newfoundland permanently with her and officially become a planter (one who owns and runs a fishing plantation). Over the winter, he decided on a fitting young man, strong and willing and a hard worker from a solid background, to bring with him as his fishing servant. His plan, if all goes well, is to marry this young man, William Russell, to his daughter, and have him as his heir in the New Founde Land, as none of his sons want any part of it.

Of course, he hasn't told them that. No point in borrowing trouble if things work out, or in rushing things if they do.

This is a 4-days-per-year decades, not a 1-heir-per-decade decades. I made the days complicated, because I'm terrible at sticking to 4 day years, but now they're too complicated for if I want to switch to 3 day years, which I'm a bit better at.

CC is a bit weird. A bit of medieval, a bit of 1800s (because fashion is cyclical and trends come back around). Some things, I just can't use, because Newfoundland was an isolated island across the ocean from where it was. I'm using blowtorch by @simverses and so far I like it, except for using TOOL to fill in the giant hole left by the lighthouse on the island in Brindleton, where they're going to live for a while.

Rules doc in progress: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1P1fTdY0rX1WQxvIXp7FgRHDP4LRLlTvr5uyi4PrUCIM/edit?usp=sharing

Spreadsheet: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1Yh2Il_OsJtQm89ZMg9LUiAQRApLO_dnpFbIoeiBx9jk/edit?usp=sharing

#newfoundland decades #sims 4 decades challenge #sims 4 historical #1600s #1630s #sims 4 legacy #gen 0 #1 #gameplay

[melsie-sims]

Ralph and Beatrix head into the woods to do some hunting and foraging. Meanwhile, Sabbe stays behind to plant a few spring crops.

#sims 4 #sims 4 legacy challenge #sims 4 ultimate decades challenge #durandal legacy #durandal 1300s #durandal gen 1

[spiderandthesims]

At school, Miss Blanchard was her usual strict self, but Isadora has grown used to her stern demeanor. She tried to make arithmetic interesting with those pesky numbers and calculations, but Isadora just couldn't muster much enthusiasm for it. 

She much prefers writing and spelling; there's something delightful about putting pen to paper and watching words form like magic.

Her favorite part of the school day, as always, was lunchtime. She loves to sit outside with my friends, they share their secrets and dreams as they munch under the bright blue sky.

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#Andrews Legacy #sims 4 historical #ts4 decade challenge #andrews gen 1 #1880s

[plumbob-pudding]

Once he got out west, Willie made for the old bar he used to spend most saturdays at before. He didn't recognise anyone there but that didn't matter as he was there just for business.

After asking the barman about any jobs available, he travelled to a small ranch just out of town, as instructed. The owner was a widowed colored woman in need of help since her husband's passing and she was quick to hire Willie.

The work was hard, the hours long and the pay poor. Willie even had to sleep in the stables with the horses. But, he didn't mind too much. It kept him busy and away from the bottle and soon he'd have enough money to have his children come live with him again.

#sims 4 decades challenge #sims 4 gameplay #sims 4 legacy #ts4 legacy #sims 4 simblr #the mosleys #gen 1

[miraplayssims]

In the spring of 1890 Eugene and Alice Gale arrived at their newly inherited farmhouse. Eugene’s late uncle had left in his will that at the age of 25 his nephew would, if he so wished, be allowed to take over the modest little farm located some 20 minutes outside of Henford.

The couple had met when Alice started working as a maid for the same family that Eugene was a stable boy for. The ever joking Alice had immediately caught Eugene’s attention and the two were married not long there after.

As the time of Eugene’s 25th birthday grew closer, the promise of their very own farm where they’d be their own masters gave them the courage they needed to leave their employment.

Now, the time had finally come and a bright future laid ahead.

Writer´s note: The lot is an edited version of Fableman Farm by @aheathen-conceivably, all credit and tons of thanks to them!

#Gale Legacy #Gale gen 1 #Gale 1890 #Eugene Gale #Alice Gale #the sims 4 #ts4 #ts4 legacy #ts4 historical #ts4 decades challenge #decades challange #historical sims

[ratchet-decades-challenge]

Rudy Burdick fashion circa 1890-1907

Genetics/Makeup:  overlay | eyes | teeth | eyebags | hair | beard (Mysteric Sims, Deacon)

Everyday: outfit | shoes

Formal: hat | suit

Summer: top | pants

Winter: hat | outfit

Sleep: undies

Swim: bathing suit

CC Creators:

#lookbook 1890 #lookbook 1900 #lookbook #ts4 decades challenge #sims 4 decades challenge #sims 4 decades #decades legacy #my lookbooks #simblr #the sims 4 #sims story #gen 1 #gen 1 lookbook #rudy

[hiraeth-sims]

To my dear descendant,

   If you are reading this, it has been at least 100 years. That means it is now at least the year 1994 (if not later). I hope life has been treating you well. I’m not sure what all I should say in this letter, except for one thing that I can never, ever tell anyone but you. My dear husband would never believe me, and might even have me committed. I’m sure you know how the mental health industry is in the year 1894! I’d be locked in a room and told I was hysterical. Perhaps in a room with yellow wallpaper. Ha ha! That story just came out two years ago. It was amazing to read it when it was still new. The first time I read it was in Mr. Gillman’s AP English class.

   I suppose you’re confused upon reading that line, and I understand. I would be too. It still is strange to think about to me sometimes, and I lived it. I am going to tell you something that beggars belief, but I ask you to read this letter to the end. You, yourself, will see the truth of it. After all, you know where this letter came from - it came from a Brindleton Bay time capsule. Whether you still live there or have moved somewhere else, this letter will find its way to you.

   My name is Marley Ness. Or, that was my name Before. You will know me as Mary McQuarrie (nee Ness). Yes, the wife of Thomas McQuarrie, married in 1892 - well, if you know anything about your family history. If not, you will have no idea who I am, and in that case, I will tell you. I am your great, great grandmother. I think. Maybe just great, maybe three greats. It depends on how many generations removed we are. I do know that I will be long gone by the time you read this.

   When I was Marley, I was born in the year 1999, which you may have not even seen yet. Goodness! It’s strange to think that if you went to San Sequoia in 1999 you could meet me when I was but a babe in arms. I grew up there, and have many good memories there. If you happen to visit, have a splash in the water park for me, will you? I miss it.

   Now, you probably still don’t believe me. But I haven’t finished my story, and I just ask that you keep reading.

#ts4 #the sims 4 #sims 4 legacy #sims 4 decades challenge #the decades challenge #decades legacy #ts4 decades #mcquarrie gen 1 #1890s #marley ness #mcquarrie decades

[chromisimmer]

Gilbert tried to help her anyway he could as he learned from the local midwife. But there was only so much he could do.

Gilbert: ‘Darling, take deep breaths. Maybe you should walk around a bit.’

Bertha: ‘Oh here comes a contraction. Hold on me please!’

Gilbert: ‘Of course, whatever you need sweetheart.’

#dankworth legacy #gen 1 #ts4 decades challenge #simstory #sims4 storytelling #sims4 stories #sims 4 1890s #ts4 1890s #sims 4 history challenge

[sims-half-crazy]

Autumn 1873

Effie was so relieved when her mother arrived. She'd missed her so! As it turned out, Lavinia arrived just in time as Effie went into labor that very evening. In the early predawn hours of the next day, Estella Marie Collier was born. Nanny was ready and waiting to assist Effie, as the ENTIRE house slept through her labor. Nanny told her that she should've tried to make more noise.

Lavinia didn't stay more than a week though, because Lauretta was expecting as well. She told Effie that she looked as if she was carrying more than one baby, but anytime she said that German turned an unhealthy shade of white.

As luck would have it, the letter that arrived some weeks later informed Effie that her sister had been carrying two babes! A boy and a girl, named Amos and Pauline. Effie was happy for her sister, but at the same time she was a little envious at the ease her sister had in carrying babies. Why couldn't she had had her baby well after her? She struggled with the baby blues after Estella was born and it wasn't made any better when news of another death came to her attention. Their dear neighbors, the Walker's, lost their only daughter, Anna, to pneumonia.

#Gosnoll Ancestry #GA Gen 2 #Effie Gosnoll #ts4 historical #sims 4 historical #ts4 decades challenge #simerican #sims 4 decades challenge #sims 4 random legacy #GA Gen 3 #Estelle Collier #Lavinia Gosnoll #GA Gen 1 #GA 1870s

[sim-ply-lilacs]

To her great surprise, Bea found that between Josef and herself, she was the far superior negotiator of the two and thus took over the marketing duties. Each week, Josef would hitch up the team and load the wagon with the produce they'd harvested, and Bea would drive to nearby Henford-on-Bagley, and would bargain with the shopkeepers there for the best prices on the literal fruits of their labor.

Bea loved this time. Idyllwind Farm was the dearest place on earth to her, but she found that if she didn't get away from there and socialize every once in a while, she'd grow too withdrawn and cross and become a snappish mess that would cause even Josef and her mother to look at her askance. Besides, she liked the hustle and bustle of the market. From the conversations she'd have with the other women in town, to the rich aromas emanating from the pubs, to the satisfaction of a good haggle, marketing day was Bea's favorite day of the week easily.

Which was why, when something happened to mar it, she wasn't at all prepared for it.

"Another wedge of cheese, if you please, and a length of that green ribbon for Mother's dress, Miss Goldbloom. She's decided to come out of mourning at last, and Mr. Moody and I have decided to do whatever we can to encourage her reintegration to society."

"How lovely," Miss Goldbloom demurred. "Green will go so nicely with Mrs. Fenton's coloring. Is she having the dress made up here in town? Or perhaps over in Brindleton? I ask only because a sister of mine is a seamstress and if it were the same shop I'd be happy to run it over for you free of charge."

Beatrice laughed. "My, doesn't that sound lovely! No, just Mother and me, I'm afraid. We're thrifty creatures by nature and couldn't dream of paying for something we're adequate at ourselves. I've only ever worn one boughten dress in my life, and that was the wedding dress I borrowed from Mrs. Landgraab."

"We're much the same, then!" Miss Goldbloom smiled with unhidden camaraderie. "Much to my sister's chagrin, I've only ever bought from the shop what I can't make myself. It helps to have so many ladies about. My people recently returned from the west where it's much harder to get up a sewing party out there, what with how far apart the homesteads are. You should join us sometime! We meet at a different house every week or so, so the burden of hosting does not fall on any lady unevenly."

Bea grinned at this. "Oh," she said, clasping her hands together, "I'd be thrilled to. Thank you, I do believe I'll take you up on that offer! When do you next meet?"

"In about half an hour," Miss Goldbloom replied, and Beatrice noticed all at once that Miss Goldbloom had been slowly packing the contents of her stand away as they spoke. Miss Goldbloom pulled a sewing basket that carried with it the cloyingly sweet aroma of whatever potpourri she used to keep her basket from smelling stale out from a little cubby in the stand. The scent itched Bea's nose. Her stomach lurched in protest. As Miss Goldbloom, pulled on a hat and shawl, the shopkeep spoke again, "I'm 'bout to head that way myself, if you'd like to walk over together?"

Beatrice opened her mouth to answer to the affirmative, but to her horror, found that her breakfast threatened to rise up with her answer. She swallowed. "I...thank you, Miss Goldbloom, but I'm afraid I don't have any of my mending with me. Next week?" Bea offered weakly.

If she noticed Beatrice's discomfort, Miss Goldbloom did not outwardly show it. "Of course!" she chirped, "I'll be seeing ya, Mrs. Moody!"

Beatrice offered a pale flutter of a smile, waited for her new friend's back to turn, and promptly ran with a speed unbecoming the matron of Idyllwind Farm to the water closet of the nearby pub. She proceeded to vomit up everything she'd ever eaten.

The new, electric lit, flush toilet water closets at the Galloping Mare Pub were the pride of the establishment. Second only to the town hall in running Mr. Edison's new incandescent lamps as a public building, and first to boast running water, they drew just as many patrons as the bar—often leading to an increase in customers for both. The staff were under strict orders to polish and scrub the rooms to perfection every evening. It was no good if the crown jewel of the establishment left visitors unimpressed, the proprietor insisted. The manager didn't see the point. Half the barflies went in the street, anyway.

Still, knowing this, Bea felt horribly guilty. It wasn't bad enough that she was so violently ill, but to add to the troubles of the kind waitstaff that always slid an extra Yorkshire pudding onto her plate had her working herself into an anxious mess.

By the time she exited the water closet, she was thoroughly convinced that not only were the staff of the pub going to hate her as long as she lived, but that she was soon to shuffle off the mortal coil as well. Why else would she be so sick with no other symptoms? With her emotions flying every which way? Either she was the victim of some horrible disease, soon to be snatched away from her beloved husband and their life together, or she was going as mad as Mr. Rochester's wife in the attic. Oh, she'd known she shouldn't have gotten so used to happiness. Of course it was so soon broken. Wasn't it always?

Beatrice forced herself into a semblance of composure. If she was losing her health, then she must be strong. For Mama and Josef, at the least. After all, if her fears were true, they were the ones who would truly suffer the consequences. For, while her body would lie in the churchyard of the wee rocky church where she'd been married, her soul would be in heaven with God, and with Papa. They would be the ones to truly suffer.

And they would suffer, wouldn't they? Mama would go back into her mourning and never come out, probably dying of grief, and Josef would be devastated. He didn't have many left who loved him. Probably, he would return to Prussia. He'd move back to his brother's farm, Idyllwind would fall to seed, marry some Prussian girl, and she'd give him the family Beatrice and Josef had so often dreamt of. She must be strong then, to spare them whatever pain she could. There could not be much joy left otherwise, could there?

All at once, a shock ran through Beatrice. Working out some quick math in her head, she gasped. Unless...unless perhaps, she was not sick at all. Unless her dearest dream had come true. Unless...

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Lovelies, I'm back! Power and wi-fi outages have been sorted through, personal crises have ended, and the future is looking bright for our dear Moodys! Look for the tour of Idyllwind Farm just after this.

#decades challenge #moody legacy #simblr #sims 4 #decades challenge gen 1 #sims 4 decades challenge #ts4

[crunchyorangeleaf]

Meet Joey Billy and Joey Bobby X, twins whom I've affectionately named, "The Bumpkin Brothers." Joey Billy (on the left) is a man of few words. He did the main construction on the house and he's always elbows-deep in some new crafting project. Even though he's not so comfortable around strangers, deep down, he wants to be a father.

Joey Bobby (on the right), has big dreams to be a famous musician. Joey Billy made him a guitar when they were teenagers and he hasn't put it down since! Unlike his brother, he loves to meet new people and isn't shy about playing for them! Hopefully he can gain some admirers, because the country life isn't very fulfilling for a squeamish, music fellow like him.

#ts4 gameplay #my sims #x brothers gen 1 #sims decades challenge #sims 4 has a serious lack of black bachelors so I made these two to help fill up the neighborhood and give Judy a few options of suitors... #image description in alt

[melsie-sims]

Once again mother and daughter survive their death rolls! Please welcome baby Everilda Durandal to the legacy!

I feel like I've gotten way too lucky with rolls lately. Is it to make up for Thorald's death so early on or am I about to be really sad? Both Sabbe and Symond will be aging up at the same time tomorrow so we could be in for a nasty surprise...

#sims 4 #sims 4 legacy challenge #sims 4 ultimate decades challenge #sims 4 gameplay #durandal legacy #durandal 1300s #durandal gen 1

[spiderandthesims]

Today is a day of joy! Rosalind is to be married at the church house in only a few hours. Dorothea helped her daughter get ready as Isadora chatted excitedly to the two older women, fantasizing  about her own wedding.

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#Andrews Legacy #sims 4 historical #ts4 decade challenge #andrews gen 1 #1880s

[plumbob-pudding]

A few days later, the warden finally let him out and Willie headed home where he was greeted with a surprise letter from Cousin Celeste who was back in Brindleton Bay with his Ma.

Willie quickly ripped open the envelope and the first words stopped him in his tracks- his mother was ill and didn't have much time left.

Devastation hit him like a horse. While he was having the time of his life out west, his mother was ill, so ill in fact that she was close to passing. Willie was overwhelmed with guilt, Ma and him had been a team for as long as he remembered but now he'd abandoned her.

He knew that it was his duty as her son to go home and care for her and the old man's words from jail echoed in his head. He knew what he had to do and he was going to do it.

#sims 4 decades challenge #sims 4 gameplay #sims 4 legacy #ts4 gameplay #ts4 legacy #sims 4 simblr #the mosleys #1890s #gen 1

[miraplayssims]

After one of her weekly meetings with the women’s suffrage group, Magdalena stayed behind to show Irene Billingsley one of her manuscripts.

She sat in quiet suspense, watching to older woman read.

“This is brilliant, Ms. Gale,” Irene finally said and sat down next to Magdalena, “you have quite a way with words. You write on a machine, no?”

Magdalena nodded excitedly, “thank you Ms. Billingsley, I do!”

“Very impressive,” Irene said. She seemed to think for a while before clearing her throat, “I have a proposition. Would you like to come work for me, or for us? We’re expanding and need a new secretary. There’s also talk about starting a monthly newsletter, so if you’re interested perhaps you could write columns for that as well.”

Magdalena let out an involuntary squeal, “my goodness, of course! I’d be honoured!”

That night, Magdalena stood in front of her parents´ bedroom door, gathering up courage to tell them the news. Finally she knocked and Alice opened the door, "Magda," she smiled, "did you want something?"

"Good evening mama, may I come in?" Magdalena asked, Alice nodded and gestured her daughter inside, "good evening, papa."

"What´s on your mind, dear?" Alice asked and walked over to Eugene.

"Well, I´ve been offered work," Magdalena said slowly, "it would be six days a week, monday to saturday. I´d still have time to help out at home," she swallowed nervously, "I´m going to accept."

"Why, of course you will!" Eugene exclaimed.

Alice walked over to her daughter and hugged her tight, "congratulations my love. We´re very happy for you."

#Gale leagcy #Gale gen 1 #Gale 1890 #the sims 4 #ts4 #ts4 legacy #ts4 historical #ts4 decades challenge #decades challange #historical sims #Magdalena Gale #Alice Gale #Eugene Gale