Friday, December 15, 2017

Christmas at the Fort: Celebrating an 1860s Christmas

As living historian civilians, I really am not sure if we can call what we do at Christmas at the Fort 'reenacting.' I believe it might be more accurate to say we are actually celebrating an 1860s Christmas rather than 'pretending' to do so.
What would you call it when we are in a period-correct home and have created a family setting to spend the day participating in such holiday pastimes as decorating a small table-top Christmas tree, singing along to the ancient carols while the pump organ is played, visit our neighbors, play parlor games, spending the daytime hours in natural daylight, then candle light & oil lamp light as evening comes, and we all gather together in the dining room as our domestic servants serve us a fine repast of ham, green beans, potatoes, apple sauce, breads, pie, and other Christmas dinner delights?
In other words, even knowing the fact that we are not a real family of the 1860s, the way we respond and present ourselves very strongly gives off the intended impression.
Larissa speaks to the touring
visitors from the future.
Photo courtesy of Charlotte Bauer
In fact, the only hint of 21st century life is when the tour groups come through, and even then most of us are unaware of these ghosts of Christmas future, for only one from our group will step out to speak with them as to not disrupt our holiday celebration.
And, after about eight or so hours, the day is done, and we retire for the night (in other words, we all go to our own respective homes).
I would harbor to bet that our time in the past celebrating Christmas is pretty close to the way the people of our class who actually lived "back then" also celebrated.
You see, there is a core group of us who have come together in such a way that we have formed what could almost be called our own living history alliance of sorts. But it didn't start out that way. My first real foray into being a part of a 1st person family-and-friends scenario took place back in December of 2009 at my very first Christmas at the Fort where I was invited by Larissa to portray a father writing letters to his son off fighting in the south.
The following year, Christmas of 2010, we made our second attempt at presenting as an 1860s family, only this time it took place at Waterloo Farm, and it involved Patty & I (yes, Patty!), as well as Larissa & her mother (as our neighbors), and one or two other participants. Though Patty does not enjoy 1st person one bit, it all went very well and grew from there, for we knew we were onto something good. It was in 2012, again at Christmas at the Fort, that we really got down to period business and created what was to become our 1st person living history family as we know it to be today. As I said, my wife Patty does not - absolutely abhors - doing 1st person. But she knows I love it, so when we were creating the scenario in 2012, I believe it was she who suggested asking Larissa to portray my wife. It was kind of odd bringing it up to my friend, but she agreed and, well, with the blessings of both of our real-life spouses, here we are, in 2017, and we just participated in our sixth Christmas as an 1860s family, encompassing this core group that consistently works with us, including portrayals of a daughter (or sometimes two), mother-in-law, sister(s), servants, etc., and it all comes out as being very natural and real.
Because that's what we try to be...without really trying.
We just click.
Yes, we may be presenting as reenactors, but the outcome for what we do has sometimes fooled those who do not know us ("What? You mean to say you are not a real family? I would never have known!").
And we continued on this year.
Here is my 'diary' of how our day went.

Just so you are aware, we did take some time out before we fully delved into the 1860s mindset and took a number of pictures.
Also you will see pictures that were taken by friends on the tour...
Here is this year's participating group photo.
At the top on each side you find our two servant girls.
Top center is my sister and mother-in-law.
The middle step is Larissa and I.
And in the front you see our two daughters, Jenny and Christine.
These are some of the finest living historians one can travel
through time with.

We also take a yearly "family" photo, of Larissa and
I and our two children.
This year, for the first time, we came up with a family name:
we became the Logan Family.
I suppose I just felt kind of odd giving everyone
my real last name, so this works perfect.

Though Jillian, left, has portrayed our daughter during our
summer Charlton Park living history excursion (where we
also get a period house in which we can immerse ourselves),
this was her first time experiencing Christmas at the Fort
with us. And we call her the more period name of Jenny
Kristen, on the right, joined up as my daughter initially at 

Charlton Park four years ago (I think), and began doing
Christmas at the Fort the following December.
"Christine" has repeatedly told me that sometimes she thinks of
me as her father because I treat her as I would a daughter.
I am what I am...
I think...

(I also will discipline her - oh! the look on her face when I do!)

Though Violet, on the right, had been doing Christmas
with us since the beginning, Jackie here on the left, has
been with us for, I believe, three or maybe four years,
and from the start she fit in perfectly.

The mother and daughter team of Violet and Larissa.
Yes, they truly are mother and daughter!

Off to visit the necessary, Larissa was like a mother duck leading her ducklings.

Jenny was so proud of her new shoes!
She received them as a gift from her grandmother!

Jenny and her Aunt Jacqueline decorate the Christmas tree with the beautiful ornaments grandmother had brought over. 
Here are two videos of my 1860s family decorating the tree while Violet played "Angels We Have Heard On High" from the historic pump organ. They set the scene for a look into Christmas past:

In this second video, a friend, who is one of our neighbors in blue, stopped by for a quick visit and to entertain us with his mouth organ:


Soon, the whole family joined in the decorating fun while Larissa's mother played the pump organ, which takes this to an entirely different level in the world of living history in utilizing sights and sounds of the past to help make it all come back to life.
I am certain these walls have "seen" and "heard" this before...

Mr. Roberts, our neighbor, came over to enjoy some of the festivities.

Jenny worked on the finishing touch of adding a Noah's Ark, all made of wood, including Noah and several pair of animals. Religious toys, such as this, were welcomed as part of the decorations for such a holy day.

Jenny was such a big help! She even decorated the banister!

Afterward we sat and enjoyed how festive our home looked.
My wife, by poking cloves into the oranges, helped to give the room such a 

wonderful aroma that even our "touring guests" noticed and pointed out how 
nice the house smelled.
There are four of us who take turns stepping out of time to speak to the visitor tour groups, and we tell them of our celebrations from the history of the Christmas tree, the type of decorations used, and the fun games we play in the parlor, and of the enjoyment of having the family together at Christmas.
After one of us speaks to the tour groups in the front parlor, we then send them to the kitchen to hear what our servant girls have to say about their role in this 1860s life. Their story tells of how Agnes acquired her name (given to her by us because it was easier to remember than Carrie) and how she lives in the 2nd floor quarters where the staircase leads to and from the kitchen, while Candace travels to and from her own home daily to work the long hours as a maid servant. They speak of their daily duties, of their pay, and, who knows, maybe even spell some secrets about the family they work for.
So, meanwhile, in the kitchen...
...our servants were busy at work, preparing our special Christmas Eve dinner.
Candice and Agnes (Carrie) have portrayed mine and Larissa's domestic servants for a number of years now and they do such a super job! In fact, they are every bit as important in our presentation as any one of us out in the parlor!
The best part is, these two fine living historians actually like their portrayal, contrary to what some may think.
Our time here would not be nearly as good or authentic without these two ladies, and we, in the Logan family, thank them.

As the daylight waned, and the shadows grew longer, we knew our Christmas Eve dinner couldn't be far off.
Candace and Agnes did a fine job preparing our dining room.

I must say that eating such a fine meal in this dimly-lit room with all of us 
immersed is a major highlight to my time here.
This is it. 

This is as close to time-travel as one can get.

And we have had numerous visitors from the future tell 
us this is also their favorite moment on the tour.
Photo courtesy of Charlotte Bauer

My two daughters and mother-in-law:
We do attempt to keep our conversations 'period' during

this most special time, though the 21st century will
creep in once in a while.
Photo courtesy of Charlotte Bauer

My sister and I.
It was Larissa's turn to give a presentation at the time of this

photograph, for we still must treat our guests with respect, 
whether we are eating or not.
Photo courtesy of Charlotte Bauer

Ah, but she was able to return just in time
for some pumpkin pie!

Our beautifully decorated Christmas tree, with Noah's Ark 
beneath it, certainly helped to give Christmas that 
Victorian charm that is so associated with the holiday. 
Photo courtesy of Charlotte Bauer

And our two hard-working domestic servants were not forgotten, 
for they, too, enjoyed eating the same fine meal as us.
Photo courtesy of Charlotte Bauer
As I said, Christmas at the Fort is one reenactment that's really not so much a reenactment in the purest sense, but rather a historical time-travel experience for all involved.

But we weren't the only 'game in town' at the Fort; there were numerous other historical Christmas stops on the tour for the visitors.
One of the houses represented a poor southern family, making do with what little they had left:
Dana and Shelley Lupher usually will portray southern civilians during our reenactments, so they are naturals in their setting here.

One of the really cool opportunities we have is presenting in 
daytime and night time, using the oil lamps and candles 
for lighting, which gives the later tour groups a bit of a different, 
shall we say "tableau" into the past.
Photo courtesy of Charlotte Bauer

Fort Wayne saw the men in blue of the Civil War pass through on their way to fight the southern boys in gray, and one of the rooms was restored back to that era of the 1860s. That's my son, Rob, you see there with the fife, entertaining the men with 
Christmas tunes.
Over the last 180 years, the Fort also saw men who were off to fight in WWI, WWII, Korea, and Viet Nam. 

One of the boys sketched my son...

With a fine table-top Christmas Tree decorated quite finely, the men began to sing carols of days of old.
Hear the past - - - - - - - -


When you meet the man you see here, representing our 16th President, 
you will feel as if you are in the company of Abraham Lincoln himself.
Yes, he is that good.

Photo courtesy of Charlotte Bauer

A house hospital was also on the tour, and the nurses & patients did a fine job in making it realistic. It's always interesting to see the looks on the visitor's faces when the doctors and nurses explain Civil War era medicine and surgery. 
This evening photo courtesy of Charlotte Bauer

For this next scenario, I will have Mrs. Breeding explain the details of their exhibition:
"I portrayed Mrs. Pinkest, the Dressmaker who, at some point prior had received a commission from Mrs. Lusko, the wife of Captain Lusko for two Riding Habits and a Christmas Outfit for her son.  These outfits were to be completed in time for Christmas Services and made to her exact specifications. 

Her son, Master Theodore, was to be dressed in an outfit similar to theirs but age appropriate, as he is 18 months old. 
On the day of the event, Mrs. Lusko had stopped by my shop with her son, Master Theodore who, being the small child that he is, had fallen asleep in her arms; so being the considerate proprietress  that I am, I informed her it was not a problem and I brought her a chair. I then brought out the outfits to her for her inspection as she was seated in a chair with Master Theodore in her arms.  
Mrs. Lusko was very pleased with my work and the fact that everything was exactly as she has requested.  While she was inspecting her daughter's outfit, I informed her that this garment had been made to allow for future growth as well as for use by any future daughters that she and Captain Lusko may be blessed with.
I also mentioned to her of the new dress I had made, which I had on a mannequin next to her chair. It is green Silk and full of detailing, such as the knot work on the front/back of the bodice as well as on the sleeves. I pointed out to her that the bodice is separate from the skirt, therefore I was able to make a separate Dance/Ball Bodice with the additional silk I had, so that the dress would be able to be utilized as a Day Dress, a Visiting Dress and for any Dances or Balls during the Holiday season. Ever the Saleswoman, I point out how proud Captain Lusko would be strolling with her in this dress and that it would look stunning on her as the color was made for her due the color of her eyes and hair. 
As the tour departed they could hear me tell Mrs. Lusko that if she would prefer I had other fabric and colors in which the dress could be made."
The tour groups truly had more than their money's worth as they entered the different historic structures.

But not everything took place indoors:
The Union soldiers were in the fort while the Confederates enjoyed the warmth of a fire, especially after the sun went down.
Winters were particularly trying and monotonous for the armies. Impassable, muddy roads and harsh weather precluded active operations. Disease ran rampant, killing more men than battles. But with all of its hardships, winter also allowed soldiers an opportunity to bond, have a bit of fun, and enjoy their more permanent camps. Through these bleak months the soldiers had to keep warm and busy in order to survive.
Photo courtesy of Charlotte Bauer

Historic Fort Wayne was built in the 1840s, therefore it never saw the Revolutionary War.
However, the folks who planned the event decided to show a hint of Valley Forge. In this way, a larger piece of American Christmas history can be shown.
No snow. 
It wasn't even cold enough to snow during Christmas at the Fort. 
But the men here gave a wonderfully detailed account of what it was like for the guys who actually were at Valley Forge back in '76 and '77.
Like the Confederates 90 years into the future, the men here also bonded and did their best to have enjoyments no matter their situation.

Worn and thread-bare.
Not much warmth in this great coat.

"The spirit of desertion among the Soldiery, never before rose to such a threatening height, as at the present time. The murmurs on account of Provisions are become universal, and what may ensue, if a better prospect does not speedily open, I dread to conjecture."
George Washington 
And this wasn't even everything on the tour. I am sorry to say that I did not make it to all of the tour stops. Maybe next year I will try to scurry around and snap some shots of the other areas here.
It's easier said than done, however.

It took many living historians to recreate Christmas Past, and it took even more folks who worked behind the scenes to put this entire event together - the planners, the tour guides, attendants, ticket-takers...and many more than I even fully realize.
And I must thank all of those in the background for not only putting this on, but for allowing us the opportunity to do what we do.
My hat is off to all who played a part.
Even after participating for all these years, I never tire of bringing Christmas past 
to life in such a real and intimate way, and I continuously look forward to 
celebrating the holiday in this manner with my friends...who really are like family.
Merry Christmas everyone, no matter which time you may be in.

With that, until next time, see you in time.













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Friday, December 8, 2017

Travelling Through Time on Black Friday

~Although Thanksgiving was a couple weeks ago, that weekend is always such a busy one for me, from celebrating the holiday itself to the beginnings of the Christmas Season, and, as you may recall from my previous post, tradition and history reigns as well. 
Therefore, the celebration continues...~

It's been well over 20 years since I've been out shopping on Black Friday. Beginning in 1997 I have spent the weekend after Thanksgiving doing all kinds of fun family things and building memories by participating in activities such as cutting down our Christmas Tree, decking the halls of our home, participating in the Holly Dickens Festival, heading to historic Crossroads Village, and, since 2011, immersing myself in the past at Greenfield Village, all of which have taken precedence over shopping.
Yeah...I call it my anti-Black Friday excursions.
I cannot think of a better place to spend Black Friday than the past.
This week, we are back at my favorite open-air museum, enjoying another trip through time, and I am, of course, dressed in clothing that, though few today would be caught dead wearing, was once the height of fashion.
Greenfield Village is such a large place, and to enjoy the full feel of the time-travel experience, one has to find these portals through time and become immersed in the people and surroundings. The first one occurs right after you step into the gates and move past the railroad tracks. There, on your left, you will see a dirt road leading up to the Firestone Farm.
There it is---Firestone Farm, where the workers inside and out present an 1880s farm in all its pureness and authenticity. 
As you step onto the road, the real time-travel magic begins, for you find the path leads back to 1885, and as you move on you will note the fields prepared for winter planting and corn shocks made to protect the winter animal feed, something not seen as much in the 21st century.
Then you reach the white picket fence gate...
Sitting on the porch to watch the sun rise...
On this day after Thanksgiving, the workers/presenters at the farm were "up with the sun" and preparing the day's activities very early on, just as they would have in the 1880s, and that was when these pictures were taken.
I wish I could have seen this in person...
(Pic taken by Larissa Fleishman)

And how about this early morning sunrise from inside the formal parlor, showing its historic beauty like I've not seen before:
Imagine awakening to this...
(Pic taken by Larissa Fleishman)
Firestone Farm is unique from most of the other buildings in that it is an actual working farm, and it's almost as if the presenters are not *really* presenters by definition.
But they are... in every sense.
You see, they are like an 1880s family, working together and efficiently to ensure the farm is run as it should. And this is where immersion begins, for you will find the ladies cooking & cleaning inside the house and the men farming in the fields; everyone has their jobs. So the visitor can see 1880s farm life in action while listening to the interpreters explain their chores almost conversationally as they themselves are doing them, and this gives such a wonderful lesson by way of sight, sound, smell, and even, to a small extent, touch.
Indeed, history comes to life before your eyes.
We were warmly greeted by one of the Firestone Farm ladies who beckoned us in from the cold as we moved toward the side porch.
While inside the house...
The ladies were busy scurrying about, making Thanksgiving dinner just as was done over 130 years ago.

Bringing out the turkey from the cast iron stove.
The Firestone Farm women all know how to cook on the cast iron stove while using recipes from the mid-19th century. A few are also well-learned on hearth cooking procedures from the 18th century, for they also cook at the 1760s Daggett House.

As you can see, this turkey looked amazing, and the scent of a fine Thanksgiving meal emanated throughout the house! You don't know how badly I would've loved to have partaken in such a fine repast of an 1880s dinner with the farm folk here. 

Farmer John had the honors of cutting the bird.
One of the presenters at another of Greenfield Village's historic homes called it a Firestone-giving meal.

Melissa rang the dinner bell to let the other farmers know that Thanksgiving dinner was ready. I am certain of all days of the year to work at Firestone Farm, this is probably the best.
For me, this brings it all home, and thank you to all who participate each year and help to bring an authentic 19th century Thanksgiving to life for the visitors. We so very much appreciate this lesson in our nation's history.

Now, where Colonial Williamsburg and Old Sturbridge Village remain at least partially open during the cold winter months, the weekend of Thanksgiving is traditionally the final one of the year for Greenfield Village to be open during daylight hours, and, aside from the special Christmas Holiday Nights event in December, it remains closed until "opening day" on April 15. So this weekend in November is the last for those of us who visit frequently.
On the plus side, since workers have begun decorating for Holiday Nights, visitors get a chance to see some of the Christmas decorations during the daylight hours, for numerous houses were already decorated for the occasion.
The horse and carriage move past the 1870s boarding house once belonging to Sarah Jordan, who was a distant relative of Thomas Edison. Now bedecked with garland for Christmas, this is the place where a number of Edison's workers at Menlo Park stayed. It was only a couple minutes walk from the boarding house across the way to the Menlo Park laboratory.

There is something about watching horses that can take us back in time just because they're horses and knowing they were the main mode of 'horse-power' back in the old days. I remained transfixed as this vision of the past clip-clopped past the Whittier Toll House, built in 1828, and entered the 1831 Ackley Covered Bridge.

I always think of the Ackley Covered bridge as another portal to the past, for once you step out the opposite end, a world of (mostly) the 18th century opens up.
This bridge is a sort of time-tunnel for me: 
I enter in my modern clothing, but I exit the other end in my period clothing, ready for the world of 1770.
Really!
I am asked frequently why I dress in clothing of the past when I visit Greenfield Village. My answer is not only because I enjoy it, but also because it enhances my experience there greatly. And, mind you, I do not overstep my boundaries; I scurry first thing to the far end - the colonial end - quickly before visitors make it down there, and then will leave as they begin showing up.  
Anyhow, it seems that as you step out of the Ackley Covered Bridge, the world of the 18th century draws you in, even though not all of the structures are from that century. Looking about, you see the 1822 Noah Webster House, the Susquehanna Plantation House representing the 1860s, and the Edison Homestead (built in the early 1800s though presented as 1915) mixed in with the actual structures from the 1700s. This all helps to give the general look and feel, as a whole, of the time of our country's founding period.
The early 18th century Plympton House tends to be over-looked at the Village. 
With the 1751 Daggett House just down the road used extensively to show rural colonial farm life, and the 1750 Giddings House directly across the street used and utilized periodically to show 18th century city life - both with period-dressed presenters - the Plympton house is left as a plexi-glass enclosed home without 
much else than a recording that plays upon entering to tell us its history.
But I do enjoy stepping inside and take note of its colonial simplicity.

By reading such everyday life books as "Our Own Snug Fireside," "Where We Lived," "At Home," and "A Day in a Colonial Home," I can visualize life in this one-room house as it may have been lived. And, I must say, I do kind of enjoy the recording we hear upon entering.

The Plympton House is considered to be the oldest American home in Greenfield Village and is a fine example of early American housing.
Speaking of old Americana: please note the large windmill you see in this photo 
next to the Daggett House, for it is the Farris Windmill, built in 1633 on Cape Cod (just thirteen years after the Pilgrim Separatists landed there briefly before moving on to find a more permanent location to settle, which we know was Plymouth).
The windmill was a gift to Henry Ford from his dealership employees back in 1936.

I am frequently asked what my favorite house is inside Greenfield Village, and I honestly would have to say it is the Daggett House - as if you didn't already know, right?.
Now, I wrote earlier about the wonderful job the folks at Firestone Farm do in their interpretation skills. Well, I can say the same about the workers at Daggett as well, for, like at Firestone, the ladies here cook and clean in the same manner as they would have in the 1760s. The big difference is that this is not utilized as a working farm, so, aside from special occasions such as the fall harvest weekends, most of the action tends to take place in the kitchen and great hall.
Gigi greeted me as I stepped up to the Daggett house.
This one-time home of Samuel and Anna Daggett is a beautiful example of what 

was known at the time as the break-back style of architecture (which many today call a salt box), and though it was built around 1751, Greenfield Village presenters portray it as if it were the 1760s.
A neat piece of trivia that I had heard was that someone measured this entire structure, inside and out, and had a replica made. Now, how cool would that be to be able to do replicate a house like 
this with its unusual shape on your own property!

If I had the money, I can imagine myself also duplicating this house.
And the inside would be reproduced as well. 
Ha! Imagine the living history gatherings I could have, recreating historical discussions such as our thoughts on this 'secret' group who call themselves the Sons of Liberty and their tactics to stop King George from imposing more taxes upon his subjects without representation...and of his responses.
Yes, I have to admit, it does give me a very special feeling knowing that I am in a home that was built before the time of Paul Revere's famous midnight ride, before the Boston Massacre, before the Boston Tea Party, before the Intolerable, Townshend, and Stamp Acts, and even before the French & Indian War...and also to think that these houses of Daggett, Giddings, and Plympton, which now stand inside Greenfield Village, were around during the time of George Washington, John Adams, Benjamin Franklin, and Thomas Jefferson, the American Revolution, and of the time of the Declaration of Independence! And I have little doubt that discussions of the time involving the above topics of the day had taken place inside these walls by those original owners.
If that doesn't get one's history gene excited, nothing will!
We don't have many actual colonial homes like this around here in Michigan, which is why those that have been relocated to Greenfield Village from New England, such as what you see here once belonging to the Plymptons, Giddings, and Daggetts, are so special. 
And it's also why I have literally thousands of photographs of these homes, especially Daggett. You see, because the good old colony days is rare in these parts, I have to utilize what I have available to me, and because of that, these actual, honest-to-goodness 18th century homes are near and dear to me, and I make sure I visit often. And though many of the pictures are similar, the people and presenters may be different, which also adds greatly to the natural feeling I am trying to convey of you are there.

I don't know...I suppose I also just enjoy placing myself back in time with the varying historians and the natural background; the photographs help to sort of legitimize this travel to the past.
It's late November, and it's time to complete the harvesting of the kitchen garden. 

The harvest, for the most part, is ended, and only a few vegetables await. Cabbages, brussels sprouts, lettuce, and a few late carrots are all that's left to pick.

The autumn clouds loomed overhead and a cool wind was a-blowing as I moved about the garden.

Gigi, a proud Navy veteran, is another of the wonderful presenters at the Village and has been working there for a number of years now, and though you may find her at the Susquehanna Plantation, the Ford Home, or any of the other historic houses, of late she has become one of the mainstays at the Daggett Farm House.
She's a natural there!
And she and I have had numerous wonderful conversations about history - especially everyday life history - and enjoy sharing our knowledge with each other.
One of the things I really enjoy about wearing my period clothing in cooler weather is the opportunity to put on the outer garments that are too hot to wear in the summertime, such as the cloaks you see Gigi and I wearing in this picture.

Another house in the colonial portion of Greenfield Village, one that once belonged to John and Mehetable Giddings, shows the upper middle class city life of the 1760s to counter Daggett's rural farm life. At one time, there used to be a presenter inside both Giddings and Daggett, and the interpreters at both houses would sort of work together to show the differences between the colonial country and colonial city lives of folks living in New England. 
Maybe one day they'll bring that program back...one can hope, right?

For this moment in time, however, what we can do is peak at the the parlor and sitting room through the plexi-glass, and a quick jaunt above stairs to do the same at the bed chambers.

On the plus side, the plexiglass is removed and most of the 1st floor of Giddings is opened during the Harvest weekends and Holiday Nights.

On down the road my daughter and I strolled, and on our left was the Burbank House, where 19th and early 20th century horticulturalist, Luther Burbank, was born. The house itself was built in 1800 and is now used for special visitor crafts.
My daughter posed for me on the back porch.

(If I am in the picture, my daughter was behind the camera, and if she is in the shot, it's me taking it.
If we both are in it, then I snatched up someone I knew to photograph us!
That is, unless we take a selfie together - - - - )


From here, I traveled throughout the rest of the Village, enjoying what I consider to be a beautiful fall atmosphere. Sometimes cloudy days such as this can really add to the period mood of times gone by. Almost ethereal.

Another of my favorite buildings is the Eagle Tavern, from around 1831. Even though it was built sixty years after the time of the American uprising against the Crown, the architectural style harkens back to that Revolutionary period.
With the Eagle Tavern on the left, the road to the 18th century
 on the right, and the beautifully ominous November clouds overhead, the horse and carriage almost gives the viewer an other-worldly feel.
By the way, if you look closely in the driver's seat, you can see yours truly sitting there on the right.
(To me, this photo shows how much my daughter has grown in her photographic capabilities) 

Inside the Tavern~
See? This 1831 structure truly does have that 18th century feel!
The beautifully restored Eagle Tavern once served stage-coach passengers traveling from the east coast of the U.S. to settle in the relatively new state of Michigan or maybe even move further west to Chicago.
It's here where I always enjoy dining on period-correct meals of 1850 by waitstaff who are all dressed in mid-19th century clothing.
This is another amazing way to utilize your sight, sound, smell, and touch...and especially taste, for what we have here is historical perfection in every sense. 

And another picture of my daughter and I, standing on the long porch of the Eagle Tavern. Though she is wearing a period cloak, she has her modern clothing on underneath, so we can kind of get away with having a period look together.
Ha! And the Nike shoes are a dead giveaway!
This one little scene captures so much: to the far left we see, off in the distance, the Firestone Farm. The large structure with the water wheel is the Loranger Gristmill (from 1832). The dark gray building we see a bit further back is the weaving shop, which was built in 1840. The red structure is the Tripp Up & Down Saw Mill from 1855, and the long brown building is replicating another 1850s saw mill.

It seems everywhere I turn, there are so many visions from the past that open up to me, and this road, sort of a "behind the scenes" path that visitors can enjoy, seemed to have, again, the 18th century spilling out all over, even though the buildings were built a half century later.
As we walked along the way there were a couple of very interesting scenes that just sort of popped up on me as I passed the gristmill. This road you see me on here used to be closed off to the public, but has now been opened, and it gives an interesting perspective as we can now view buildings from a different angle.
That's the side of the gristmill you see there, and that very colonial-looking, almost Sleepy Hollow-ish structure is the 1840 weaving shop mentioned above. 

Even my daughter got in on the picture fun, looking mysterious and *almost" forlorn (even though she is not!)

Now, this next photo is me having a little Paint Shop Pro photo software fun.
Since my clothing does not fit with the 1880s style of Firestone farm, I did a little photographic trickery here and replaced Firestone Farm with the more period accurate Daggett Farm house.
To be honest, it does sort of give one an idea of what the Daggett farm may have looked like where it originally stood back in the 1700s.


She is her father's daughter~
Rosalia enjoys her time near the fireplace in the Firestone sitting room. If there is one thing she looks forward to up and beyond everything else on such a cool day in November, it's doing what you see here in this picture, and she makes sure she does it every year.

There was one final stop that I had to make on this last day - - a visit to a good friend, Mr. Fred Priebe. Fred, after 31 years, is retiring from Greenfield Village, and I caught him on his last day there, wonderfully presenting in the world of an 1880s storekeep at the JR Jones General Store, which, though it was built in 1854, is presented as being around the year 1885.
A sort of timeline photo here, but I needed a picture of Fred and I on his last day working as a presenter. Though I've known him as a presenter for pretty much his entire tenure at Greenfield Village, I am proud to say that I now can call him my friend, for we reenact the Civil War era together (can you guess who he portrays?) and we, with our wives, get together every-so-often for dinner and visiting.
Now, Fred will be working a few evenings at the Village during Holiday Nights, but after December 30th, he can enjoy the Village as a visitor.

My friend, thank you for sharing your seemingly infinite historical knowledge and stories for so many years. Your presence will be missed.
(And I am so glad you plan to continue reenacting!)

There you have it, folks!
How I, once again, spent my Black Friday. It's such an enjoyable time, especially when my daughter (and every so often, other living history friends) joins me. She and I have such great fun, and I like to think she will always remember these days with her old man, because I treasure them like little else.

Until next time, see you in time.

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I would like to thank the presenters at Greenfield Village for doing such a wonderful job. It's not only those who work at Firestone & Daggett that are amazing - just step into any of the homes here and be prepared for a trip into the past like you've not experienced before by folks dedicated to history.
Thank you.


If you would like to learn how colonials celebrated Christmas, click HERE
If you would like to know how colonials celebrated Thanksgiving, click HERE
There there is the colonial harvest time - click HERE
If you are interested in learning about everyday colonial life, click HERE
If you would like to learn about colonial cooking and food, click HERE
If you ever wondered about how the colonials lit there homes, click HERE
Would you like to know more about the Daggett House? Click HERE
How about the Giddings House? Click HERE















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