Abraham Lincoln is wearing a tuxedo with double-breasted buttons, white shirt, and vest. He is made with felt and cloth with his facial features embroidered. His hair is yarn.
Location: Nidwest USA
Main language: English
Currency: US Dollar
Construction: cloth, felt, yarn
Height in Centimeters: 40
Height in Inches: 16
Reading Level: 5.85
My name is Abraham Lincoln, but most people called me Abe. I was born in Kentucky in 1809. My parents were very poor. We lived in a log cabin with one room and a dirt floor. Life on a pioneer farm was tough. Everyone in the family had to help. My chores included filling the wood box, carrying water from the creek, caring for the garden, and feeding the cattle,
I was always eager to learn. However, I only went to school for about a year (off and on). The rest of the time I helped on the farm and read books. When I was 9 years old, we moved to Indiana. Shortly after that, my mother died. Dad later re-married, and my stepmother encouraged me to keep reading.
I was 21 years old when the whole family moved to Illinois. I drove a wagon that was pulled by a team of oxen. By then I was eager to do something other than farming. Over the next few years, I worked as a rail-splitter, storekeeper, postmaster, and surveyor. Meanwhile I kept reading and studying until I finally became a lawyer.
I practiced law for several years in Illinois. People called me “Honest Abe,” because I always tried to tell the truth. I also ran for political offices hoping I could help people. Some of the races I won and some I lost. I did, however, get some experience at both the state and national levels.
When I was 52 years old, I was elected to be the President of the United States. It was a difficult time to be President. States in the north part of the USA did not like slavery. States in the south part liked owning slaves to work on their farms. Right after I became President, several southern states decided they didn’t want to be part of the USA. They formed their own Confederate government. Then the Civil War started with the North against the South.
I tried my best to make peace, but the war continued for four more years. In January of 1965, the US Congress voted to end slavery. Finally, on April of 1865, General Lee surrendered, and the South was once again part of the USA.
My celebration, however, was cut short. Just a week later, I went to the theater with my wife. While watching the show, I was shot and killed.