May 31, 2006
Pitch a tent
It's that time of year...
With the weather so nice and DAMN HOT I'm reminded, as I usually am, of my reenacting days. I'm grateful for the mod cons of air conditioning, shorts, and tank tops, but I miss - oh how I miss - my reenacting days.
See, in that picture? I've got about 10 layers - T-E-N - layers of clothing on. On a 95 degree day all those layers can be, well, hot, but at least I wasn't wearing wool like Husband.
But yeah, I miss it. The smell of the wood smoke...the smell of the black powder...seeing Husband come back into camp, with black smears on his mouth from biting cartridges, all sweaty...wandering around sutler's row with my bottle of "rot gut" whisky (really root beer)...trying to angle my hips so my hoops tip up so I can catch a breeze...
Ah, the memories. Anyone wanna start up a reenacting unit with me???
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I often wonder how people survived Florida summers a hundred years or so ago. Granted, there wasn't the explosive population there is now, but still, people did live here, there were stores and homes and downtowns. And Civil War re-enacting is big here too so the re-enactors are running around in the Florida heat in those wool uniforms. Mmmm...bet they smell good at the end of the day!
Posted by: junebee at June 1, 2006 07:31 PMThey don't smell good, trust me. Husband used to leave dirt rings in the tub when he was done bathing after a weekend. Not fun. I used to tell people that when I took off my corset it sounded just like opening a vacuum packed jar of peanuts.
Posted by: GroovyVic at June 1, 2006 08:33 PM