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.