In 1672, Sarah Solart Poole Good and Ann Carr Putnam begin life on seemingly equal footing—both daughters of well-off families in colonial Massachusetts. But as the years pass, their fortunes diverge. Sarah’s life spirals into poverty, homelessness, and mental distress. Ann marries into wealth and stability, becoming the wife of Thomas Putnam, the Younger, heir to one of Salem Village’s most powerful families.
Yet even privilege cannot shield the Putnams from misfortune. Thomas is disinherited in favor of his younger brother, and Ann’s expected inheritance proves meager. By 1692, their lives are simmering with disappointment and resentment.
Then the witchcraft hysteria begins. In February, their daughter—Ann Putnam, the Younger—is struck by strange fits. She claims Sarah Good is tormenting her with witchcraft. Her father, Thomas, publicly accuses Sarah of witchcraft.
In June, Sarah Good is convicted. By July, she is hanged.
This is the harrowing true story of three lives intertwined by social ambition, economic frustration, and the tragic frenzy that overtook Salem Village during one of the darkest chapters in American history.
Sandra writes historical fiction. Her latest book, "Ambition, Arrogance & Pride" focuses on 18th century Salem MA. Sandra also blogs about history, travel, and other topics that catch her attention. For more information about Sandra, visit her website https://www.sandrawagnerwright.com
While Sarah Solart contemplates what she can do with £42, a young girl arrives in Salem Village. Ann Carr came because her sister Mary married Rev. Bayley, the new minister. Ann's social station is similar to Sarah's. Both come from a comfortable background, though Ann's family is wealthier. But living in the Salem Village parsonage will be far more humble. How basic the village appears through Ann's eyes. How humble her own position as an accessory to her sister. What will Ann's future hold?
Book Excerpt
The Life and Times of Sarah Good Accused Witch
The wind comes up, swirling colorful autumn leaves around our wagon. Master Bayley holds the reins, my sister sitting next to him; I sit on the side. Salem Village is not appealing. People stop to gaze at us as we drive past them. The farmers wear swords at their belts, as if expecting an attack at any moment. They call to my brother-in-law, who stops the wagon to greet them and introduce my sister Mary as his new wife. The men dip their hats, and the women curtsy. My sister says she hopes to see them at the meetinghouse this week so she can know them better. Sometimes she introduces me; other times she forgets. Mary is excited, nervous, and attached to her new husband. She pats his arm constantly, as if he will disappear. I feel an uneasy premonition of doom but have no reason for it.
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