What happened after the story?
Johnny served for seven more years in the American army and was at the defeat of General Cornwallis at Yorktown and also was at the battle of Trenton and was able to be in the same ship as General Washington while crossing the Delaware. He retired at the rank of Lieutenant and returned to Boston after being shot in the shoulder on the last day of the battle of Yorktown. The fifty-two year old Lieutenant also served in one battle during the war of 1812. He suffered a blow on the head and was returned back to Boston. Although he was at first thought to be absent of mind, he quickly showed that he wasn't. He and his wife Priscilla then moved to New York at the request of 'Rabbit' the son of the printer of the Boston Observer a Mr. Loren and his wife Jennifer Silsbee. He suffered through smallpox in 1815 and on August 31, 1816 died of a fire that took with it the home of his family. He was buried in the same cemetery as his mother Lavinia Lyte (Mrs. Tremain) in Boston. His wife Cilla and five children survived.
Cilla and Johnny had seven children with six surviving: Rabson, Jonathan Jr., Lavinia, Paul Revere, Joseph Warren, Samuel Adams and Isannah. There youngest daughter twelve at the time of the fire, Isannah died in the fire also taking Johnny. During the war of 1812 when Johnny left again, Cilla and her family moved up to northern New Jersey, but then at the end of the war moved down to New York. After Johnny died in 1816 Cilla moved the family back to Boston and remarried to Augustus Trent of London. After his death in 1824, Cilla moved to Philadelphia. She died of smallpox in 1830. Her body was buried next to her first husbands in Boston, her second husbands body is laid just outside of Boston.
Isannah tried to become a actress for several years but when she fail she became addicted to opium. She married in 1788 to John Thatcher. They had two children Elizabeth and John. She died giving birth to her third child Charles. Her body was sent back to the Lyte family grave in Boston in 1802 after being buried in the Lyte London family grave. But in 1856 was removed from the Lyte family grave and put in a separate graveyard just down from the family graveyard, for failure to find any blood between her and the Lyte family, although she was eventually adopted by Lavinia. Charles died shortly after his first birthday. Her husband later remarried to Mary Blanchard.
Mr. Loren and Jennifer after escaping from Boston in 1775 they returned very shortly for the wedding of Johnny and Cilla. Mr. Loren joined General Washington's troops around Trenton with Johnny when he was ready to leave Cilla a year after there marriage. He died of scarlet fever on a prison ship when he was taken captive shortly after the battle of Trenton. Mrs. Loren stayed with Cilla until till the first child Rabson was grown to seven and then Johnny came home again. Mrs. Loren then stayed on with them until she moved to Lexington in 1788 to take care of her father who had been shot while trying to defend his home from the British. She nursed him back to life then in 1798 she fell ill with an unknown disease to the day. She died in 1799 and is buried in the Silsbee family grave in Lexington. Mr. Loren was buried in an unmarked grave.
Grandsire Silsbee lived with his daughter Jennifer until she died in 1798; he shortly there after died in 1800 at the age of 94 of natural causes (first one of natural causes-because Rachel wanted it! I wanted someone to died in the river, but 'no...' or smallpox- I mean people did die of smallpox didn't they? I thought one of Ben Franklin's sons died of smallpox. 'People do die of smallpox, it's just not all people die of smallpox,' Rachel says. Who does she think she is? Everyone dies of smallpox sooner or latter. I do know that they were eradicated about twenty or so years ago, but come on there has to be some that died of smallpox. Or maybe it's just because I like to type the word smallpox allot. I'm sure getting good at typing 'smallpox'. Hey this is fun. Now I get the nice warm chair that Rachel has been sitting on. And it's much easier to reach the keyboard so I can type more. Now where was I? Oh, yes I was typing about how much I liked to type the word 'smallpox'. Oh, yeah (now you've got to be a walking dictionary? Huh Rachel) I already said that didn't I? Well, smallpox, smallpox, smallpox. I know how to make this go much faster (I didn't type that). I have to go back to smallpox and then highlight then copy then paste, then you'll see my creation. Smallpox, smallpox, smallpox, smallpox, smallpox, smallpox, smallpox, smallpox, smallpox, smallpox, smallpox, smallpox, smallpox, smallpox, smallpox, smallpox, smallpox, smallpox, smallpox, smallpox, smallpox, hey that was fun, except that someone (Rachel) forgot to use the comma with it (Not really, it was me, I like to be honest, ha, ha, ha.). So I had to go back and re do everything, yeah that's how you spell it. And just for good measure one more 'smallpox'. Now lets get back to people dying in the river, why not in a lake? Or the ocean? Or a pond? Or some other body of water that I really can't remember right now. Um...Um...Um...instant messenger? Okay. I really don't like speel check, you know they really ain't know any grammar and don't know how to speel. Be silent Rachel! I just can't think right now, okay? People die in rivers don't they? I didn't say everybody Rachel, I just said Isannah, and it's alright for her to drowned after giving birth and her husband throwing her body in to the river, isn't it? 'I suppose, but it doesn't sound right that he would throw her body into the river afterward...I mean...right Hommy?' Okay I have picked up some bad language from Jessi, okay? I think that anyone who would spell the short form of Jessica, Jessi has to be crazy. Jessy is one thing but spelling it with an 'I'? What ever. Now I know that your getting board with me just running off on tangents, but let me talk about smallpox and getting thrown into a river once again, a lot of people died in a river or of smallpox, so I guess that I'm going to type slower, so people can catch up, but since I guess that your reading this already typed up that you really won't care if I'm writing slowly or not. Oh, sure I have a long sentence but a few minutes ago you did say that hobo had a long sentence. Oh sure not fare rights, now I'm worse then a hobo? Well I guess that's what we get when we're living in a 'Democracy', I knew that I spelt that wrong, I meant to. Alright, so now I would like to speak on be half of the hobo that's holding a gun to my head and say that the hobo and wino nation is a good and sober one. There are lots of good hobos and winos...Sam Adams for one...well he just kind of looked the part didn't he...oh, I'm sorry, he was a hobo and the hobo nation is very proud to be sponsoring him. Now they would also like to announce that Sam Adams will be running for re-election of the hobo nation, although he has been dead for...Oh, I don't know, two-hundred or so...Oh, I'm sorry he is the president of the hobo nation at this time and will hopefully be president while he is decaying in his grave-luckily their not that sober so they're not understanding all that I'm saying, or typing I mean. Good, now's my time of escape, they've got out the keg of beer to celebrate the life of Sam Adams, and their all singing the hobo and wino nation national anthem. 'I'm a hobo and/or a wino and I'm okay, I work all night and I sleep all day. I wear high heals, and perfume and dress in women clothing. I want to be just like my dear Mama...' alright, now I'm going to make a break for it. If I should die, tell my widow I love her. Okay, I'm going...going...Oh, drat I ran into a wall.).