Discussion in 'Clothing' started by NW Territory Woodsman, May 2, 2019.
And you'd be guessing right
We all are still learning, and still trying to get the right stuff. Just because you learn x is right and the y you’ve been using for a long time is wrong, You can’t change overnight or over several years. And we live in the here and now. Just boys and girls playing cowboys and Indians. Fudging for fun is ok. Or can be,if it’s ok with you. One can’t get their breech clot in a wad because so and so has some dohikky that’s out of time. We have better research for military and face the fact that civilians could have old stuff out of style or the newest toy just invented.
The thing I think about is you wouldn’t carry a revolver to a pre 1840 event, but Kit Carson did. Duke Wellington the hero of GB was refused entry to a restaurant because he was wearing trousers and the dress code for the restaurant required out of style breeches.
It’s been a while since reenacting at Pea Ridge but yes I have. My last and most memorable time was a forced night march about 4 miles to Elkhorn Tavern with full gear and bedrolls to camp for the night and then march back the next morning to the re-enactment site (regs don’t allow event on actual site but adjacent). Brutal march and we were all worn out as we reached tavern. My period brogans had heel plates and just as we got to asphalt road in front I slid and sprained an ankle. Had to return to camp in back of pickup with half dozen others with similar complaints. Missed the Sunday battle because I couldn’t walk let alone march. Only good thing is I had to leave early and big rain storm hit, making grass pasture parking lot a huge mud hole. Had to tractor everyone out into the evening. I remember someone playing Ben McC and I believe he did wear the black coat.
Sorry to hear about your misfortunes. It shows that reenacting isn't all " fun and games". It takes a little devotion too, doesn't it?
I live between Pea Ridge and Prairie Grove, actually closer to Prairie Grove(14 miles). I can hear the cannons from my back deck when the Prairie Grove reenactment is going on, I love to just sit out there and listen to it and drift back. Ive got quite a few artifacts, a US bayonet and Confederate dropped Gardner bullet in particular, from that battle and I'll take them to the deck and look at them while I listen to it rage. I went to a skirmish battle reenactment at Pea Ridge about 5 miles west of the town of Pea Ridge. Took the family when my daughters were 8 and 6, we had a big time watching that! They absolutely loved the cannons and cavalry. My daughter did a big class assignment on the Prairie Grove battle where she made a poster with her original pictures (5th grade). She laid out a lot of my buttons and bullets in front of the poster. It turned lots of heads, I was proud of her efforts! Who Knows, we may have seen you SgtMaj fighting for your life in one of these skirmishes!
At the winter shoot with the Fort Buenaventura MTn Men! ( sorry, I forgot the modern glasses, have to have them to shoot and I’m next to run the course)
Oh that looks like too much fun
Finally getting to the paymasters table, being the heaviest and slowest wasn't always a good thing.
Fairlee, VT 1994
I was sort of hoping someone would breath some new life into this thread. It had been a very interesting one. We are a "Motley Crew" aren't we?
I've been know as part of a motley crew from time to time, but only after expending some time at the pub after a re-enactment.
It still amazes me how my ancestors could eat and drink to excess all night, and still be able to fight off the British when called upon.
Coming home to my kids after a meeting night, discussing upcoming re-enactments for town anniversaries
both in and out of state, then of course some extended socializing at the pub. If my Peggy was still alive during
all of my frolicking around, I'd be on the couch for sure, 1994.
I hope I didn't offend anyone by using the term "Motley Crew". It describes alot of members of organizations I belong to or have in the past. Even the guys I used to work with.
I have a 41 year old Son, retired USMC Major, who loves the hard rock band "Motley Crew".....but he agrees that even in his own companies, and regiments
while on his 12 deployments in 16 of those years, he had a variety of Marines calling themselves a "Motley Crew" and they were proud of it.
You know how to find some one in camp. Just ask for the fat guy with a beard in the white tent.
That's how they always located me at re-enactments. My Baker Tent was always a great source
of hot coffee and good food, even for civilians browsing the weekend camp sites.
Civilians and onlookers are a great source of comments and questions, keeping us sharp and
well informed as to the accuracy of the craft we love the most.
This pic of Bob Ellis' focus on tents by the Southern Cross Free Trappers closely resembles how my camp was back in the day.
Those were shining times for sure1994.
I have a couple pictures of me, mid-90's, but they're actual photographs, not digital. Back in the golden age. I REALLY wish I had taken much better advantage of that time. Today doesn't compare. And not just talking about living history...
This is me probably around 2007
and about 2011, I think.
I wish I was still that thin.
Don't we all?
Hi Stophel, I particularly like the market wallet over your shoulder. I've got a few myself.
Yes, I wish I was tall and thin again too, but I'd have to go back to high school in 1967.
I could have even been able to wear leggings too, that would have been kool !!!
Thank God, my Son doesn't take after me, he's 6'3" 210 lbs USMC Major (Retired)
and good looking just like his Momma, may she rest in peace.
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