We were the women of Trenton, born into a time of unrest and revolution. While the men marched to war, we stayed behind to hold the town together. We cooked, we nursed the wounded, and we kept our families safe as battles raged just beyond our doors. Some of us passed messages in secret, carrying news and plans between Patriot camps. Others opened our homes to soldiers in need of shelter and care. When food was scarce, we shared what little we had. When hope ran thin, we held the line.

We did not wear uniforms or carry muskets, but we fought in our own way. Our strength was quiet, our courage constant. We were not named in the histories, but without us, the fight could not have lasted. We were mothers, daughters, neighbors, and patriots. And in the heart of Trenton, we stood strong.