tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564513851092937182024-03-19T04:47:46.311-04:00Passion for the Past A Journey Through Time With A Living HistorianHistorical Kenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04979801752112100293noreply@blogger.comBlogger886125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56451385109293718.post-3587835439457844422024-03-18T11:54:00.006-04:002024-03-18T22:16:16.684-04:00March Madness: High School Presentation and the Kalamazoo Living History Show 2024<div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>March has been a busier month in the living history world than one would expect - at least it has been for me. The first weekend of the month found me spending a day as one of my Revolutionary heroes, Paul Revere, presenting for the Paint Creek Folklore Society in Rochester on a Saturday afternoon, then interpreting as the same man for elementary kids for a special historical birthday party at the Plymouth Historical Museum that same evening (click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2024/03/commemorating-george-washington-and.html">HERE</a>).</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Less than a week later found me as Revere presenting to high school kids...and then a week after that I was at the Kalamazoo Living History Show, searching for cool items, collectibles, and artifacts to enhance my presentation and<b>/</b>or home.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>And it's these last two of which today's posting is about.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><<<</span>^<span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: medium;"><b>>>></b></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Let's go back in time. Not too far back, mind you - - only around roughly 50 years or so.</div><div>It's the time of the Bicentennial - the mid-1970s - and the teenage me is at a school assembly. The person on the gymnasium stage dressed in a suit and tie is speaking in a drab mono-toned voice. And he's droning on about ...*yawn*... history ...and ...well... that gym floor certainly looks ... comfortable ...mmm...</div><div><div>Yeah - - that's generally the way most presentations and assemblies were like for me when I was in school. Even those about history.</div><div>Well, now <i>I</i> do historical presentations for schools, and I do my best to make it anything but drab and boring! As you may know, I, along with Larissa (my partner in this venture) dress in 18th century clothing, bring replica period-accessories, and try (to some level of success, I might add) to convey the excitement that history has to offer in our little expositions. The two of us have been presenting 18th and 19th century farm life for over a decade now, and more recently, with the semiquincentennial (250th anniversary of the Revolutionary War and Independence) at hand, we've been finding ourselves getting busier in our Patriot presentations.</div><div>And do the kids respond favorably?</div><div>You betcha!</div><div>Oh, there are those who will be perpetually bored. But it's usually because they don't want to be in school anyhow.</div><div>And there are always those who think what we as living historians do is silly or stupid.</div><div>Ahhh...that's okay, too. They have a right to their opinion.</div><div>The majority, however, really seem to enjoy it.</div><div>And, as a bonus, they learn something!</div><div>It just so happened that the school that I retired from asked if we would be interested in doing our Patriots Presentation for the students, and have Sybil Ludington, Paul Revere, and Ben Franklin come and speak on their most well-known Revolutionary activity.</div><div>But, of course!</div><div>It was unfortunate that our Benjamin Franklin could not make it, for his modern job kept his nose to the grindstone and he could not break away in time to take part.</div><div>But Larissa & I certainly gave the kids (and even staff) their money's worth.</div></div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOpa-BsGlzFaE2AOOM8F3IQ4h86HHNhGcIHcvuRgC2hf0w2arJgbut5VI-uIWOoyT2d7BaGKW4_WgPfHBlnCEc7YlyZikN1p46hL4e9NRhGSkiYSvdcXzk0CzhWN8CFK0QutFrr7dVr0Fuia1C4_hywWo6kf2rfo0BCktLVvWs4_51mogPF4pq6jEVyg/s908/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20001%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="color: black;"><img border="0" data-original-height="908" data-original-width="820" height="760" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOpa-BsGlzFaE2AOOM8F3IQ4h86HHNhGcIHcvuRgC2hf0w2arJgbut5VI-uIWOoyT2d7BaGKW4_WgPfHBlnCEc7YlyZikN1p46hL4e9NRhGSkiYSvdcXzk0CzhWN8CFK0QutFrr7dVr0Fuia1C4_hywWo6kf2rfo0BCktLVvWs4_51mogPF4pq6jEVyg/w687-h760/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20001%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" width="687" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Paul Revere and Sybil Ludington<br />Larissa & I have been "working" together in this capacity for over a decade now.<br />And I am wearing my farm hat here because since Ben Franklin could not make it, <br />Larissa & I reverted back to include our daily life farming presentation and also spoke for a short bit on our period clothing.</span></td></tr></tbody></table>Larissa began our presentation as Sybil Ludington. Now, before you jump on us and say, "But Ken! There is no proof about the Sybil Ludington story!"<div>Larissa knows what she's doing - she tells the story and then will explain afterward the questions historians have about the legitimacy of what may or may not have occurred. There's no lying or made up tales.</div><div>So she begins with - - <br /><div><i>One stormy night in the spring of 1777, two years into the Revolutionary War, a 16-year-old girl mounted her horse (it may or may not have been named Star) and rode hell-for-leather (bareback? sidesaddle? accounts vary) through 40 miles of Hudson Valley countryside, rallying her father’s troops to battle. </i><div><i>Some modern scholars, though, suspect that Ludington, the “female Paul Revere,” uttered nothing of the sort, and that she even may have stayed snug in bed on that historic night like any sensible farm girl. There are no official records or contemporary accounts to support the story; basic facts have proven elusive<br /></i><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixzJfRkM5Ka_YL5QsJO7wOLIw9RRP7PG6Tn7NcSaW06dXKXmoVxGeU__MwX3kwYB-CJcUsv_hpnTLymNkExqgoCx5YEr3De0BakDtSe-tpOuw0Obc-yf0XlbG3i7-NWvAnEOFkgQlP_lvi3l-n5VXxB_LsarSXPmLNJMEaaa9LsJR96WcjLqd7FNoeHA/s1140/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20002%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="801" data-original-width="1140" height="484" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixzJfRkM5Ka_YL5QsJO7wOLIw9RRP7PG6Tn7NcSaW06dXKXmoVxGeU__MwX3kwYB-CJcUsv_hpnTLymNkExqgoCx5YEr3De0BakDtSe-tpOuw0Obc-yf0XlbG3i7-NWvAnEOFkgQlP_lvi3l-n5VXxB_LsarSXPmLNJMEaaa9LsJR96WcjLqd7FNoeHA/w688-h484/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20002%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Larissa, as Sybil, tells her story.<br />One of the students, out of camera range in this photo, did a report on Ludington.</span></td></tr></tbody></table>Since there are some question on whether or not the young Ms. Ludington actually made the journey of which she is so well known, Larissa asks her audience to do their own research and figure out for themselves whether or not the story is true. I personally believe it to be true. In fact, in an 1854 letter from Sybil Ludington’s nephew, Charles H. Ludington, he asked that she be recognized at an upcoming ceremony for Revolutionary heroes. “My Aunt Sybil,” her nephew wrote, rode “on horseback in the dead of night...through a Country infested with Cowboys and Skinners to inform Gen’l Putnam.” It’s the earliest known account of the episode (and I got the information from <a href="https://www.smithsonianmag.com/history/did-midnight-ride-sibyl-ludington-ever-happen-180979557/">THIS</a> Smithsonian site). That tells me the story was known and passed down through family lore.<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZGZdHlClpF-UFKN6oQsKDl1yecPfHZALLjtFGvjG7-e3peSD2-WmpOrzh71gmXe04twV5i1c6mDSX8_d8l9ikD21721TR7O8i_hNpay-5WW_Kr5AUdtsseAMhO9d5G58DDN_m5xLElZJZpyVwXban5Qo4HMh-BEpcGWwet-zTDzD8cx3h_kfOD3dMSg/s762/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20003%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="762" data-original-width="522" height="746" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZGZdHlClpF-UFKN6oQsKDl1yecPfHZALLjtFGvjG7-e3peSD2-WmpOrzh71gmXe04twV5i1c6mDSX8_d8l9ikD21721TR7O8i_hNpay-5WW_Kr5AUdtsseAMhO9d5G58DDN_m5xLElZJZpyVwXban5Qo4HMh-BEpcGWwet-zTDzD8cx3h_kfOD3dMSg/w510-h746/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20003%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" width="510" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Here am I as Paul Revere.<br />I differentiated myself on this day by my hats: cocked/tricorn<br />was for Paul Revere, and the wide-brimmed hat is for farming.<br />I even brought along a replica of one of the two lanterns <br />hung in the Old North Church steeple. It was made for the<br />Bicentennial by the Concord Historical Society (in 1975).</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br />After our presentation, we gave the students a chance to ask questions, to take photos, and even to pose for photos themselves wearing some of the extra garb we had with us.<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0tbHmYo2RcmDJVztSAHG0Lu9fm4ccfdRRSA43KaiFjxKUZeXC4gQk7nh61zXWZQGuQChZIe2vpn3uUvO_ZLysyIYPZA3NC39_7AREaeygEvpeSlSwBrGP9oQB7gF1Y_jDNzYzy5iWzgpV04qIU4KE1meUfQGQ54DSDB6gmfhajMftOfIaGkcwMVf7TA/s919/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20004%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="919" data-original-width="655" height="752" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0tbHmYo2RcmDJVztSAHG0Lu9fm4ccfdRRSA43KaiFjxKUZeXC4gQk7nh61zXWZQGuQChZIe2vpn3uUvO_ZLysyIYPZA3NC39_7AREaeygEvpeSlSwBrGP9oQB7gF1Y_jDNzYzy5iWzgpV04qIU4KE1meUfQGQ54DSDB6gmfhajMftOfIaGkcwMVf7TA/w536-h752/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20004%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" width="536" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">These teens certainly enjoyed their time dressed in the past!</span></td></tr></tbody></table>If you can entice teens to enjoy and to perhaps research history through a variety of means - and then look at the past through the environment of the time - then it is all good. We try to help them to understand that contrary to what seems to be pushed in too many of today's narratives, history is not all bad. In fact, there is so much more good. Unfortunately, too many have their discussion on Facebook with all of the back-and-forth arguing and name-calling and attacks, which accomplishes nothing. I'd rather have an actual and <i>honest-to-goodness old-fashioned share-our-knowledge sit down face-to-face</i> friendly discussion. That's where accomplishments can happen.<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm8LDMoVzGgU7HBzvYub6LbzyFgL1LYXW0dfsAep11TxTuwV5N_qZdPbfCJY-5wqVHfTmQRsgain-UqJYNQGAXSJA8OtFcqyF8cUOjSE9zqLS9B-aFczBO1Nl1fNup3b9SXauQg1775aTpgAxKBNHPrNeC1CfLneFkrTJerucmEabSdiwjwdx-iNTLtg/s961/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20005%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="961" data-original-width="844" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm8LDMoVzGgU7HBzvYub6LbzyFgL1LYXW0dfsAep11TxTuwV5N_qZdPbfCJY-5wqVHfTmQRsgain-UqJYNQGAXSJA8OtFcqyF8cUOjSE9zqLS9B-aFczBO1Nl1fNup3b9SXauQg1775aTpgAxKBNHPrNeC1CfLneFkrTJerucmEabSdiwjwdx-iNTLtg/w562-h640/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20005%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" width="562" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Another set of teenagers enjoyed wearing period clothing~</span></td></tr></tbody></table>We are supposedly in an age of inclusiveness, so let's show that rather than just stating the opposing views and pit one group against another.</div><div>That's where Larissa and I are at - inclusiveness rather than exclusiveness.</div><div>And the response from all the kids and teaching staff has been nothing but positive.</div><div>We can do it~<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"<span style="color: red;">+</span>"<span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: medium;"><b>+</b></span>"<span style="color: red;">+</span>"</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">A week after our school presentation found us, along with other friends, at the <a href="https://www.kalamazooshow.com/">Kalamazoo Living History Show</a>, "The largest, nationally recognized, juried show in the Midwest devoted to pre-1890 original or reproduction living history supplies, accouterments, and related crafts." This is the place for any living historian who portrays the pre-1900s to get pretty much what they will need to build up their kit and add to it.</div><div style="text-align: left;">You see, now and again I'll hear many reenactors are leaving the French & Indian War, Revolutionary War, War of 1812, and the Civil War to head forward in time to the 1940s and World War II. I have been told that people aren't interested in bringing the distant past to life, that it takes too much time, work, and research to do so. Plus, the guns of WWII are "cooler."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><div>Well, judging by the upwards of 10,000 living historians / reenactors who made the trek to the Kalamazoo Living History Expo, I would say the reports of the death of reenacting pre-20th century America are greatly exaggerated. We can all survive together - - - - </div><div>Just ask Maggie Delaney, the Irish indentured servant:</div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje9BOajmerVohAey5-CWqoEn7szQqls2eFuAm1zA3y9nd802fZ6ymD-2S_7OCRMkoxZA9GJC1Z0vHd5afRLScwS_bx7EiT_o1momiFmRC69UOsfY0XPUo047e-Nl1TYwb6QzHY9qGtf-7d42XmYvzbFmQvmzR24DleAhBh6qmvLnsbHX39M70mA2awkg/s915/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20009%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="915" data-original-width="760" height="814" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje9BOajmerVohAey5-CWqoEn7szQqls2eFuAm1zA3y9nd802fZ6ymD-2S_7OCRMkoxZA9GJC1Z0vHd5afRLScwS_bx7EiT_o1momiFmRC69UOsfY0XPUo047e-Nl1TYwb6QzHY9qGtf-7d42XmYvzbFmQvmzR24DleAhBh6qmvLnsbHX39M70mA2awkg/w676-h814/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20009%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" width="676" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Here we have Carol Jarboe portraying Maggie Delaney, the Irish indentured servant. <br /></span></span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I own the DVD which depicts Ms. Jarboe portraying fictional character, Maggie Delaney, an Irish indentured servant who gains passage to the new world, only to lose her family in the process</span>.</div><div style="text-align: center;">(Click <a href="https://www.townsends.us/collections/dvds/products/maggie-delaney-dvd-with-music-inspired-by-jrp-cd-v-5050">HERE</a>)</div></div><div>From where I live just north of Detroit, it's almost a three hour drive to the city of Kalamazoo where the living history show is held. Nearly 300 of the finest artisans and vendors of pre-1890s clothing, supplies, and related accessories & crafts from throughout the United States and Canada come together to sell their wares to those who practice the art of living history. It's a sort of 'gathering of the tribes' (so to speak); living historians representing numerous non-electric eras can be seen intermingling with each other, talking history, finding the perfect item that is needed for the upcoming season, and, especially, for newbies to the hobby trying to build their first kit - all of this taking place inside three very large halls/rooms.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf41PnPACYSYRDDWwoGddHfk4E5drnGPiVSs7Ha3KZ_3UfhdJf429XH4-BWba6g7OFaqEl6MoRAWSSDnoftjfDvVx-YGlA2ov8i-Hnktw2fF2_RcAtQryCdwUijiKb5dIz-I2WM15g6fS9ObCQ798IEAnVnpfDWrLnKYBTWjQjP293M2aOyFVJlgeQ8A/s840/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20012%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="783" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf41PnPACYSYRDDWwoGddHfk4E5drnGPiVSs7Ha3KZ_3UfhdJf429XH4-BWba6g7OFaqEl6MoRAWSSDnoftjfDvVx-YGlA2ov8i-Hnktw2fF2_RcAtQryCdwUijiKb5dIz-I2WM15g6fS9ObCQ798IEAnVnpfDWrLnKYBTWjQjP293M2aOyFVJlgeQ8A/w521-h783/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20012%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" width="521" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Here's 1774 Ken with good friend from the future, 1860s Angie.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>I spent time wandering and shopping and taking photos, many of which I have here.</div><div>By the way, the night before is like Christmas Eve - <i>so</i> hard to get to sleep!</div><div>Woke up bright...er...<i>dark </i> and early and was soon on the road, where five of us drove together in my van, filling the air with wonderful conversation. Lucky for us, this year the weather on the drive out there was pleasant enough, though coming home was a different story - rain!<br />But no snow! Our drive was fairly easy. </div><div>The ol' time-traveling van got us there safely - - - </div><div style="text-align: left;">Upon entering, I scurried over to <a href="https://www.samsonhistorical.com/">Samson Historical</a>, the owners of whom I consider friends. I have been dealing with Samson's since I first became acquainted with them when I began my journey into America's colonial past a decade ago. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir7ue5sGOjrYsz0E7m48f9sxpvnrBeGOiVVyrnKK73X2_iGxmfNDLDaE3YnorXv0PHKRajtzodPWf6KUTjIdO1wyBLfCpLEVXC-T6m6gn8nMAuMW7KZEiQay27FrVy6fhxf7VPv5lB_PIr0mhpTtoRIrLuSGuZ5Sv2Yikye7HXjPO_0udhFB1EGF8yJg/s1200/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20010%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="461" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir7ue5sGOjrYsz0E7m48f9sxpvnrBeGOiVVyrnKK73X2_iGxmfNDLDaE3YnorXv0PHKRajtzodPWf6KUTjIdO1wyBLfCpLEVXC-T6m6gn8nMAuMW7KZEiQay27FrVy6fhxf7VPv5lB_PIr0mhpTtoRIrLuSGuZ5Sv2Yikye7HXjPO_0udhFB1EGF8yJg/w693-h461/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20010%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" width="693" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Abbie Samson and I.<br />The coat I am wearing was purchased from them a few years ago.<br />This year I bought another.<br />Abbie Samson and her husband, who is in the picture below with their daughter, Payton, are the owners of Samson Historical</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT7XN-vMuxkhWoOxAAjix2k5gHwx5sNB_OYJjJtYPwdXhNGFuWl6yeWBCy4aAQQgJ3tADJgOipz_OhUSDWxiMAMQM_Z8EkzlW7lakhK9R3uisZsB_8PlpKLiFeA-Sqi0b4VO9qtv_wf9jhphmKJtDRPoJy1rhQB-P76WR7MkJChiqOFox1GHyKAIe0dg/s840/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20011%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="743" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT7XN-vMuxkhWoOxAAjix2k5gHwx5sNB_OYJjJtYPwdXhNGFuWl6yeWBCy4aAQQgJ3tADJgOipz_OhUSDWxiMAMQM_Z8EkzlW7lakhK9R3uisZsB_8PlpKLiFeA-Sqi0b4VO9qtv_wf9jhphmKJtDRPoJy1rhQB-P76WR7MkJChiqOFox1GHyKAIe0dg/w494-h743/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20011%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" width="494" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><div><div style="text-align: center;">"OUR PASSION IS HISTORY</div><div style="text-align: center;">UNVEILING THE PAST WITH PASSION, <b>SAMSON HISTORICAL</b> IS A TRUSTED SOURCE FOR AUTHENTIC 18TH-CENTURY EXPERTISE. FROM METICULOUSLY RESEARCHED AND CRAFTED PERIOD CLOTHING TO ARTISAN-MADE PRODUCTS FROM ALL OVER THE WORLD, WE DELIVER TO YOU THE RICH HISTORY OF THE 18TH CENTURY AND REGENCY ERA. OUR DEDICATION TO HISTORICAL ACCURACY ENSURES AN UNPARALLELED EXPERIENCE FOR REENACTORS, LIVING HISTORIANS, MUSEUMS, AND HISTORICAL ORGANIZATIONS. DISCOVER THE LEGACY OF THE 18TH CENTURY WITH SAMSON HISTORICAL."</div></div><div>As I moved about their product, something caught my eye: a new woolen frock coat. <i>"The pattern used for this coat was derived from four examples in Henry Cook's personal collection, as well as one other in a private collection.</i> <i>If he had lived in the eighteenth century, Henry Cooke would have been called a Master Tailor. Today we call him a Historical Costumer, but his tailoring is no less masterful. If you’ve been to a museum, a site with historical interpretation, or a reenactment, you may have seen his work or at least seen his influence.</i></div><div>So...with the money I have been saving since my Simply Dickens performances last Christmas, I purchased it. I swear my colonial wardrobe is larger than my modern clothing. Except my t-shirts----I have dozens and dozens of t-shirts - more than any other piece of attire.</div><div>I received quite a lot of compliments while in my new frock coat, too, especially from these guys:</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt73jzEytrbAQ02VlnqVpDdGFv2ktyohMokC7k4I7avgf9eoDdRsScEQOd5kIlKI1paz-BfuHD7ZwDlocfQdawOf7IYJTAK_T7d5E2vNVO9y9ebS0bSaryhmxCebbeMwFGAMF2ApDkoUZsZ9G_v7XJXs3FeauwHiT-LYPHOJNAuSsF-s6DwjwrHYGEgQ/s1200/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20013%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt73jzEytrbAQ02VlnqVpDdGFv2ktyohMokC7k4I7avgf9eoDdRsScEQOd5kIlKI1paz-BfuHD7ZwDlocfQdawOf7IYJTAK_T7d5E2vNVO9y9ebS0bSaryhmxCebbeMwFGAMF2ApDkoUZsZ9G_v7XJXs3FeauwHiT-LYPHOJNAuSsF-s6DwjwrHYGEgQ/w689-h458/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20013%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" width="689" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Queen's Rangers reenacting group.<br />Even though we are on opposite ends of the Revolutionary War, they are a great group of people who actively portray Simcoe's <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2016/01/a-history-of-queens-rangers-and.html">Queen's Rangers</a>.<br /></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifiWSCtqY0dL9LTeL1J-bC67RA0TypUMaRGWB2IGf-fEUSPSnk_BK47PaLNpMH1_9KzoSjYM2sKE0RV1g0XJqaAazUku4ewG3x1dNkaeh4hC9fQyK4T7GsIyiw_4pxPU3osrrlZoKoSLzahelkUTN_Mv25dEjwCnqDTrggqov8o9AYqKP_34kTslGLrQ/s666/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20014%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="666" data-original-width="436" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifiWSCtqY0dL9LTeL1J-bC67RA0TypUMaRGWB2IGf-fEUSPSnk_BK47PaLNpMH1_9KzoSjYM2sKE0RV1g0XJqaAazUku4ewG3x1dNkaeh4hC9fQyK4T7GsIyiw_4pxPU3osrrlZoKoSLzahelkUTN_Mv25dEjwCnqDTrggqov8o9AYqKP_34kTslGLrQ/s16000/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20014%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">My friends who formed this Queen's Rangers reenacting outfit have what I consider to be the best recruitment poster. As a Patriot, I would never join, but I certainly would buy a t-shirt if they made one. Yeah...they saw my new green frock coat (which you'll see shortly) and told me I was close to being one of them (lol) - - sorry gang, love you all, but I am a Patriot!<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table><div>The Queen's Rangers host the wonderful Vermillion Creek event which takes place the first weekend in October. It's a great event in which Native Americans also take part.</div><div>By the way, Scott Mann founded this unit back in 2014.</div><div><br /></div><div>The variety of people and reenactors here in Kalamazoo is amazing, versatile, and outstanding.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS5wyCWd_w6KwfWRzlwKsCSV0lN3HIaAUWIi4LFVqOJutTn_ACs83sWiJpyxsVnzbDxSdg3R_yfCgMnISTaO4xR8ShFlghlokdSEVN_9zGYthMwWJTrwj6LDpsUSmu3TDAZQqFA0VenSlE6R6HvN3lvswqA6V70DcEdH4bA2bFUWt7VM60MW5QvVp0gA/s840/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20015%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="736" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS5wyCWd_w6KwfWRzlwKsCSV0lN3HIaAUWIi4LFVqOJutTn_ACs83sWiJpyxsVnzbDxSdg3R_yfCgMnISTaO4xR8ShFlghlokdSEVN_9zGYthMwWJTrwj6LDpsUSmu3TDAZQqFA0VenSlE6R6HvN3lvswqA6V70DcEdH4bA2bFUWt7VM60MW5QvVp0gA/w490-h736/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20015%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" width="490" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Here we have Jeff Dewey with a western cowboy era <br />impression, though he portrays no one famous.</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>I do enjoy those who work their crafts here on the spot. I would love to see more of this done at actual reenactments.<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIUicito9H88L_yn6ILT0U9GJnJQXCsDrFcfqhXiuZXnos6WPcNyAUFQelxEoLKvpW3w7TEhGLdN6CRWsoXnBqeIPZ71RmBpYvZJgqf0o2hY1Trk9gjWiru4CcFin-TDj7LEjHztLitM_o2FaCEsGXkJ3L1Ohc6-LE36rV270Gg50juzZ3YXZb5UvB_A/s880/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20017%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="705" data-original-width="880" height="551" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIUicito9H88L_yn6ILT0U9GJnJQXCsDrFcfqhXiuZXnos6WPcNyAUFQelxEoLKvpW3w7TEhGLdN6CRWsoXnBqeIPZ71RmBpYvZJgqf0o2hY1Trk9gjWiru4CcFin-TDj7LEjHztLitM_o2FaCEsGXkJ3L1Ohc6-LE36rV270Gg50juzZ3YXZb5UvB_A/w688-h551/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20017%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Tanning hides...</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb1HDKHntErK58fJcLcY64O_teT3kSWACGVXEVSbdWhy6Ev2yY88vzyPjcfNohQJkdh191gsNLgW83R_7GhmMIf42HdJRwY6jGl2-j1jMaC1ZAsCnW-8TOJfUADSLHRqLGlAoI8LzFQ97liUfdGLwT3LQ_G34Bgkx-_DiSw-DPVQXazCZbfsy5-bvvsQ/s840/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20016%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb1HDKHntErK58fJcLcY64O_teT3kSWACGVXEVSbdWhy6Ev2yY88vzyPjcfNohQJkdh191gsNLgW83R_7GhmMIf42HdJRwY6jGl2-j1jMaC1ZAsCnW-8TOJfUADSLHRqLGlAoI8LzFQ97liUfdGLwT3LQ_G34Bgkx-_DiSw-DPVQXazCZbfsy5-bvvsQ/s16000/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20016%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">...and spinning wool into yarn.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF7QhyphenhyphenrEoid2HEvk8SdCv3f6HPO_4iAUnyyL8-BqlKXR48_-AMBcuVY37twsg0rUEEfiIylY8Nrc77libp3PeqzHYj3_GtzySW7EtCda2I0T7P4zYk5o1C-WRyrHna3HKMPEW35nM8qzsfEQlzcg2mXfHS_iZLdZNC2ftkWmcYbI57yuGNL4LATaCdVA/s1200/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20033%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="459" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF7QhyphenhyphenrEoid2HEvk8SdCv3f6HPO_4iAUnyyL8-BqlKXR48_-AMBcuVY37twsg0rUEEfiIylY8Nrc77libp3PeqzHYj3_GtzySW7EtCda2I0T7P4zYk5o1C-WRyrHna3HKMPEW35nM8qzsfEQlzcg2mXfHS_iZLdZNC2ftkWmcYbI57yuGNL4LATaCdVA/w690-h459/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20033%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" width="690" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Lanterns, lanterns, and more lanterns.<br />All the lanterns from many eras.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJYyYcZGHnrvFdd4na5DrV7iJxoflVeLVFMdkKcDQtS73lQSYSE_EbnAXlO86lRD0Fd5PYQ2znNT3IEgClXc7bxtYw1xZmBNpf0s_BYcQ_c42BRweYGqVlXOZaixovKAWCE8iKi-zh6h05lN2wvb9PLyng_mZ5jtbu06zhSOlY98mTBOUw_cM2HNDxVA/s1200/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20034%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="457" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJYyYcZGHnrvFdd4na5DrV7iJxoflVeLVFMdkKcDQtS73lQSYSE_EbnAXlO86lRD0Fd5PYQ2znNT3IEgClXc7bxtYw1xZmBNpf0s_BYcQ_c42BRweYGqVlXOZaixovKAWCE8iKi-zh6h05lN2wvb9PLyng_mZ5jtbu06zhSOlY98mTBOUw_cM2HNDxVA/w687-h457/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20034%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" width="687" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Wm. Booth, Draper, at the Sign of the Unicorn</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><i>"A large and excellent assortment of linen checks and stripes, linen Hollands, cords, diaper, and jeans, Scotch, Irish and flaxen ozenbrigs; Russia sheetings, Hessen, Russia and ravens duck, canvas; plains, serge, broadcloths, woolens, worsteds, white flannels, scarlet, drab, light and dark blue, brown, claret, garnet, sage, purple and pea green, coarse cloths; coloured threads, Scotch threads; wool doubled, and ready for knitting; mould, thread and wire shirt buttons; fashionable plated and brass buttons; Indian binding, white, and red, white twist, white tapes, colour’d silk ribbon, worsted braid, gold lace; scissors, bodkins, stilleto; brass, Pinchbeck, shoe and knee buckles, plain sleeve. links; With a general assortment of other goods as usual.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><a href="https://www.wmboothdraper.com/">Wm. Booth, Draper, at the Sign of the Unicorn</a>" </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>If I were to photograph each vendor, I would probably have nearly 300 photos. So I just took pictures of what jumped out at me.<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRUnWgWDrOAOxqvYyN1p6wl94_Iet7qy7L8h1vAhCBbs7cdGpa9oaTXpEf1K66JqKMU1BCur7WZ0M37T5wXkbqXc3pt0oFvKiIO6mKPE6aA_3ftg0rxqXv8T0EB_bNGF2ZWu6V6tNSD-vYjIybUitb7AEne2pzWCFU-pe4KP2k3OA9S39F3YReR3qcvQ/s1200/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20035%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="457" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRUnWgWDrOAOxqvYyN1p6wl94_Iet7qy7L8h1vAhCBbs7cdGpa9oaTXpEf1K66JqKMU1BCur7WZ0M37T5wXkbqXc3pt0oFvKiIO6mKPE6aA_3ftg0rxqXv8T0EB_bNGF2ZWu6V6tNSD-vYjIybUitb7AEne2pzWCFU-pe4KP2k3OA9S39F3YReR3qcvQ/w686-h457/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20035%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" width="686" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Pewter and silver and all kinds of cool items - - - </span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd9A7g0c9uZkKxf8W6IwGBDXCV5sOJ_MU3i2P0VJqLgqtnGQ_CL8-VvZHMe9liuAxP2HyCS8t_X6X8mHGRE5cq5Zs8QqsHzkgtpD4N1JG08MwVTz6UPHkXFlw2KOX26f0oGuoa12b2HV-nlNnj_Hrv6TBHeNtTWduAHTzGrivMzz7LxT0N36jCMjkIdA/s1200/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20036%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="456" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd9A7g0c9uZkKxf8W6IwGBDXCV5sOJ_MU3i2P0VJqLgqtnGQ_CL8-VvZHMe9liuAxP2HyCS8t_X6X8mHGRE5cq5Zs8QqsHzkgtpD4N1JG08MwVTz6UPHkXFlw2KOX26f0oGuoa12b2HV-nlNnj_Hrv6TBHeNtTWduAHTzGrivMzz7LxT0N36jCMjkIdA/w685-h456/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20036%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" width="685" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/cedarcreek.forge/"><span style="font-size: medium;">Cedar Creek Forge~</span></a></td></tr></tbody></table>There were numerous blacksmiths there. Next year I need to make a list of items I am looking for, for when I would come upon one, I would forget what I wanted!<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwrFDY3kQbDpTsfkoz0RGaEB4G21RcVLA9lrO-yc9aA8VvfypnZ5ENE8QYqhYZ95wpEZsW-SnLZjLt433o2DpR5wzbJ_k2I4HThqFlGhJn7rrexCfFtFzhGd4SEjsPIBGOdZRLvIn01nnz4fqtT5agmgUuHo3oTA2FS4rJwcR0pAbiv5qZWbM1u13sQQ/s1200/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20037%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="459" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwrFDY3kQbDpTsfkoz0RGaEB4G21RcVLA9lrO-yc9aA8VvfypnZ5ENE8QYqhYZ95wpEZsW-SnLZjLt433o2DpR5wzbJ_k2I4HThqFlGhJn7rrexCfFtFzhGd4SEjsPIBGOdZRLvIn01nnz4fqtT5agmgUuHo3oTA2FS4rJwcR0pAbiv5qZWbM1u13sQQ/w690-h459/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20037%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" width="690" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I was told that the Kalamazoo Living History Show began many years ago as a gun show, and overtime morphed into the largest juried living history show in the Midwest! </span></td></tr></tbody></table>I am so glad that it did morph in the way it did and became what it has - - and I am also very glad that they do keep it pre-1900. That makes all the difference.<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkPZtD4u43aNybHQccaZY8PEIWx3mbPfOs2jQq8rh3GYGpTWMb4XMZwuD3ghfxRG1UZLao9LAcHHHtm4kyzx7GZYegKPPbIrc3z_5O3rjcENqDr77iB83eoH73x8pmDUlG-xAR2xn7qb8HCfKcXciR8KitK6dZ3GA0hKJE3QdZaX4RID4E6sRbxTKHsw/s1200/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20038%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkPZtD4u43aNybHQccaZY8PEIWx3mbPfOs2jQq8rh3GYGpTWMb4XMZwuD3ghfxRG1UZLao9LAcHHHtm4kyzx7GZYegKPPbIrc3z_5O3rjcENqDr77iB83eoH73x8pmDUlG-xAR2xn7qb8HCfKcXciR8KitK6dZ3GA0hKJE3QdZaX4RID4E6sRbxTKHsw/w688-h458/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20038%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Oliver Pluff & Co were there~</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><i>"American-Made Teas, Toddies, & Coffees are hand-packaged by <a href="https://oliverpluff.com/">Oliver Pluff & Company</a> in Charleston, South Carolina. Find us at historic sites, museum stores, gourmet stores, and our online store. Oliver Pluff & Company asked the question, 'What teas were thrown in the harbor during the Boston Tea Party?' We sought what tea gardens supplied the British East India Company in the markets at Canton, China in the 17th and 18th centuries. We recreated those blends and hope to share a cup of history with you!"</i></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHmOjeSu-u24cASqfTV7r9q05Zl66OzCihXg26wDp5UMUllFbw7pU2K3tqDRoGCJjthskoyRdkigUUl9OBYaUt4CHYv53ZWGhXApFigmumWMK8gd_aayclIdh00fr4kqjOTAmpZCK_FJqv0TzGu8W9AfRxoDn8h-W3VvZjPLj2zYuymaYQDa-6lNgzdw/s1200/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20039%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="460" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHmOjeSu-u24cASqfTV7r9q05Zl66OzCihXg26wDp5UMUllFbw7pU2K3tqDRoGCJjthskoyRdkigUUl9OBYaUt4CHYv53ZWGhXApFigmumWMK8gd_aayclIdh00fr4kqjOTAmpZCK_FJqv0TzGu8W9AfRxoDn8h-W3VvZjPLj2zYuymaYQDa-6lNgzdw/w691-h460/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20039%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" width="691" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A cap is an absolute necessity for any woman in the 18th century. While caps range from simple to extravagant, the basic round-eared style is commonly found. </span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNy0G_Ysx9MNoRKex3Do11I6EgDPseLyfW1_WW5vRc4ZU0-GStdOfYZ1EH_BL5nE5K74aFa0WxICl-YLy-68U5-iH49LsrwD0elYOEjj5V7x38xfIsEFChHbgA6d9YV0IvwND9CiM7ToCmuYkRxObaBs-H4mXWXqPyLz9Z7tmQnJzo1tGxhYUJlTlB7w/s1200/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20040%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="color: black;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="460" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNy0G_Ysx9MNoRKex3Do11I6EgDPseLyfW1_WW5vRc4ZU0-GStdOfYZ1EH_BL5nE5K74aFa0WxICl-YLy-68U5-iH49LsrwD0elYOEjj5V7x38xfIsEFChHbgA6d9YV0IvwND9CiM7ToCmuYkRxObaBs-H4mXWXqPyLz9Z7tmQnJzo1tGxhYUJlTlB7w/w691-h460/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20040%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" width="691" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">This has the look and feel of a frontier trading post.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><i>"Though often no more than a collection of dilapidated cabins, frontier trading posts served as the commercial centers of the frontier, built on or near waterways to expedite both the shipment of furs and pelts downriver, and the return of supplies and trade items upriver."</i><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTof6IJKcnRucbojTRpk7gfYN3LrrXRj_JoSFPyPM7_hBN3XIM_m9ntaAos3jlkVjMO7jR7suznvLCdPrEZUEjZ0ioTL4-nZZijM5f6xdKfGRMDlLNRNX8gWCFWw7UGw6-yPPiQ1LJD5SWxoDN50LzMM4LM3qFbRj9UvGRacWk4XB6Efsa3K-L2OPs7A/s840/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20018%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="729" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTof6IJKcnRucbojTRpk7gfYN3LrrXRj_JoSFPyPM7_hBN3XIM_m9ntaAos3jlkVjMO7jR7suznvLCdPrEZUEjZ0ioTL4-nZZijM5f6xdKfGRMDlLNRNX8gWCFWw7UGw6-yPPiQ1LJD5SWxoDN50LzMM4LM3qFbRj9UvGRacWk4XB6Efsa3K-L2OPs7A/w485-h729/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20018%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" width="485" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Don't know this person's name but he had a very cool <br />sort of "knapsack" on his back.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw-LzXrv9mwVj5i-vGakHXvEDAG6RcbpTJyb6h6syWG40KW-B4Hy89KB0aiA5mLIWTWJIcKq9qwoyxYR2V7ThOcpX-UF6Lvi8dAGLunITTV76V03LRvCqA0_C2SFQXMog-0C_Kgnxw2AgiKDOUritd9TGxwOYEv-jTbtP3oxTFoCVSuofhKPaa7vGVqQ/s840/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20019%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="745" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw-LzXrv9mwVj5i-vGakHXvEDAG6RcbpTJyb6h6syWG40KW-B4Hy89KB0aiA5mLIWTWJIcKq9qwoyxYR2V7ThOcpX-UF6Lvi8dAGLunITTV76V03LRvCqA0_C2SFQXMog-0C_Kgnxw2AgiKDOUritd9TGxwOYEv-jTbtP3oxTFoCVSuofhKPaa7vGVqQ/w496-h745/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20019%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" width="496" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Woven belts.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZayml2MuNQ4ZEUGUlrLXSCDmBrvx5JC_Pdg45-KHOoX59-H3iZeLqrD9sNESpYcWBptDPe46eeYRsBOAOnuBkA3m6gMtsBo2o9dHk5KolwowXbkTJnzyhL0-ertF6aTZSXPx8avuu_b5MF2M184vDdN_zLAa-lNvKIItKkZZiHKUIECdIXgGLVufj-A/s843/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20020%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="843" data-original-width="620" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZayml2MuNQ4ZEUGUlrLXSCDmBrvx5JC_Pdg45-KHOoX59-H3iZeLqrD9sNESpYcWBptDPe46eeYRsBOAOnuBkA3m6gMtsBo2o9dHk5KolwowXbkTJnzyhL0-ertF6aTZSXPx8avuu_b5MF2M184vDdN_zLAa-lNvKIItKkZZiHKUIECdIXgGLVufj-A/w470-h640/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20020%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" width="470" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I enjoy when we can see the variety of clothing worn from the <br />same period in time.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix6X2GMU_jiNIKnUhwAY77Il10iEqpqIiHFugZoRqY58BQpazIHVIHNTUeIv-ZXfWgMYPJdLgG-mA7ivVaW6z2iB6ak0ZlZ6ymKwSqMRxn4XXo9cwFmWYKLoxlp7nkfC19N39xrj6Z6Ocj7Fgd2bZ3jWRqgU4N5rCW_448XLnjy2hKN26-McuGrOhJ1w/s1200/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20021%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="457" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix6X2GMU_jiNIKnUhwAY77Il10iEqpqIiHFugZoRqY58BQpazIHVIHNTUeIv-ZXfWgMYPJdLgG-mA7ivVaW6z2iB6ak0ZlZ6ymKwSqMRxn4XXo9cwFmWYKLoxlp7nkfC19N39xrj6Z6Ocj7Fgd2bZ3jWRqgU4N5rCW_448XLnjy2hKN26-McuGrOhJ1w/w687-h457/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20021%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" width="687" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The <a href="https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100064482051576">49th Regiment of Foote</a>, run by Doug Lee (here with his wife Sheila).<br />It's this reenacting group who come out as Redcoats during the Patriot's Day event where we reenact the battle of Lexington and Concord, as well as join us during the awesome 4th of July event - both held at Mill Race Village.<br />For the 4th of July they dress Continental.<br />I appreciate all they've done in helping to keep our Patriot's Day up and running, and for their participation for Independence Day, especially with the 250th Semiquincentennial at hand.<br />A great group!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO1Fo4JNY1Cbgr_JZgdmC0WOAstgYotyrnb2xCw1przLYJboXmmgEkeBRN8gN3z9elRcDrkDwdNc4LWHYlB43Q2Xu0i1j9ABWc9-igjFMmhnjBONhWRPa1tjMv5vFdASXJtC0M_wTnYCYOh-KpFeDkFw6bkE3y6Th4RahBt2xTyBTX97WOPshg-c0v2g/s840/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20022%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="733" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO1Fo4JNY1Cbgr_JZgdmC0WOAstgYotyrnb2xCw1przLYJboXmmgEkeBRN8gN3z9elRcDrkDwdNc4LWHYlB43Q2Xu0i1j9ABWc9-igjFMmhnjBONhWRPa1tjMv5vFdASXJtC0M_wTnYCYOh-KpFeDkFw6bkE3y6Th4RahBt2xTyBTX97WOPshg-c0v2g/w488-h733/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20022%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" width="488" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Two long-time friends (and somewhat legends) in the <br />Civil War-era clothing world, Sandra Root & Pam Yockey.<br />They are the go-to ladies and have earned the trust & respect<br />of so many who do 1860s.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjppXs2MVFjQf9gNWCcvUdLHRQjSuhUIxUI6XFcWd5QJyK7msdyUt4RWq9sJBEjexCA6s0iEckIZfvxaOO1LlH_JpeyQCnDurZVVOvEF3ELlselw48o31N6H3jH-w7xfBdHqzNtibZry0XwknNrlYQ283csODqx-5FjHXFNWNFaXSWOKAa9cGR3m0v9NA/s1200/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20023%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjppXs2MVFjQf9gNWCcvUdLHRQjSuhUIxUI6XFcWd5QJyK7msdyUt4RWq9sJBEjexCA6s0iEckIZfvxaOO1LlH_JpeyQCnDurZVVOvEF3ELlselw48o31N6H3jH-w7xfBdHqzNtibZry0XwknNrlYQ283csODqx-5FjHXFNWNFaXSWOKAa9cGR3m0v9NA/w689-h458/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20023%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" width="689" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Thank this man on the left - Maurice Imhoff - if you enjoy that the <a href="https://www.facebook.com/events/941370087602575">Jackson Civil War Muster</a> is still going on! At one point it seemed dead in the water, but Maurice put a lot of time and a lot of effort and brought it back. Slowly at first, and now definitely picking up steam.<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWkIGPdYdUkRfVXu6C7Ws8kRUJJK-KJ2sYWuG88LYl0Yih3k-crES2ohLIOioMsmPIgDg7Uu2qONbUgx5HiBKbz2eFxekUHyuicZWQtxrgHb3jRrAuelJoOsJYw9Y3PNOdbjSTlnc4xnrjYbXNnnXeR0vBcqME5L1b1hFxPcNLRidqiQWVE3gobmEN1w/s1633/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20045%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1633" data-original-width="1320" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWkIGPdYdUkRfVXu6C7Ws8kRUJJK-KJ2sYWuG88LYl0Yih3k-crES2ohLIOioMsmPIgDg7Uu2qONbUgx5HiBKbz2eFxekUHyuicZWQtxrgHb3jRrAuelJoOsJYw9Y3PNOdbjSTlnc4xnrjYbXNnnXeR0vBcqME5L1b1hFxPcNLRidqiQWVE3gobmEN1w/w518-h640/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20045%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" width="518" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">It's back!<br />It's getting better all the time!<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table></span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg30FGshtrPPbK2J7Uvrx6S-OmYiqEjOd7g7zWEVv7NZLJiJXkQwW8_d9pCD_fhlstVAs5o_L5YeD1FlRrnm3jSIC1Lz7QrPZNdVmsF2BAS3h2dVhoyKceGRItelLov48bkfNqlR4IzlhA9Xe_aFMeIehNbUjmdMwgcz8vaGhJ1UtetJpDotm2h52gB7A/s840/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20024%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="745" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg30FGshtrPPbK2J7Uvrx6S-OmYiqEjOd7g7zWEVv7NZLJiJXkQwW8_d9pCD_fhlstVAs5o_L5YeD1FlRrnm3jSIC1Lz7QrPZNdVmsF2BAS3h2dVhoyKceGRItelLov48bkfNqlR4IzlhA9Xe_aFMeIehNbUjmdMwgcz8vaGhJ1UtetJpDotm2h52gB7A/w496-h745/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20024%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" width="496" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Jon Townsend was at Kalamazoo as well, representing not only <br />his excellent <a href="https://www.townsends.us/">Townsend</a> store, but his <a href="https://www.youtube.com/@townsends">You Tube Channel</a> as well. <br />Yes, Jon is a sort of celebrity in his own right, and his channel<br />is one that I watch pretty much weekly with every new "show,"<br />which is a great learning experience. Super nice guy!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><i>"Jas. Townsend & Son Inc. is a manufacturer and retailer of quality reproduction 18th and early 19th Century clothing and personal accessories. We service the living history community, historic sites, museums, and theatrical, motion picture, and television production companies.</i></div><div><i>Skillfully made, reasonably priced, satisfaction guaranteed."</i></div><div>And their accessories (and straight-last shoes) they sell are 2nd to none!</div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9CFnKxKrumZbvKuf8WLd6L9NS2fVBh6E9enOo0ikX2w6eNUy611SDalrowRMBb7fsri8YkvbRo65lhbNN7Fa50v0oe5WsHLhpUuDLp-VeYqMXPG9boKZMoH-qCAkAZJp_oS2qxEgB94qWz8wc1C4MjMR-7xwUngCtuBhT45_9ILD51MjUxU3-VKosSg/s728/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20025%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="728" data-original-width="620" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9CFnKxKrumZbvKuf8WLd6L9NS2fVBh6E9enOo0ikX2w6eNUy611SDalrowRMBb7fsri8YkvbRo65lhbNN7Fa50v0oe5WsHLhpUuDLp-VeYqMXPG9boKZMoH-qCAkAZJp_oS2qxEgB94qWz8wc1C4MjMR-7xwUngCtuBhT45_9ILD51MjUxU3-VKosSg/w546-h640/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20025%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" width="546" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Norm and Tony Gerring - father & son.<br />Tony was promoting his <a href="https://www.facebook.com/groups/1887915227899299">1st Pennsylvania</a> reenacting group <br />as well as selling a few extra accessories he had on hand.<br />The 1st Pennsylvania is a top-notch high quality Continental <br />reenacting unit - spot on for nearly every year of service<br /> during the Revolutionary War.<br />My son, Robbie, belongs to this group.<br />By the way, the 1st Penn also plays a major part in our<br /><a href="https://www.facebook.com/groups/2512795075676738">Patriot's Day event</a> at the end of April, for they portray, rather accurately,<br />I might add, the Militia who fought against the Redcoats.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoIdGyaS7igmt_Shtn17dAKidb5vfzXpZdMDXAtxy87zFs_FPwOhT6MiKCijNT_jKyRFPEUEDFHJZmvWZLqQIOKqUA89wBkHaNH4F4nS8fLbdr6poHqbNUd9uAfe9Nr_PDqtSVSLPnekqe9BryvHfULUwCwehoBB0sD0Z-APVWF2XliAYnqOuLbVrqYg/s840/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20027%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="785" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoIdGyaS7igmt_Shtn17dAKidb5vfzXpZdMDXAtxy87zFs_FPwOhT6MiKCijNT_jKyRFPEUEDFHJZmvWZLqQIOKqUA89wBkHaNH4F4nS8fLbdr6poHqbNUd9uAfe9Nr_PDqtSVSLPnekqe9BryvHfULUwCwehoBB0sD0Z-APVWF2XliAYnqOuLbVrqYg/w522-h785/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20027%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" width="522" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Will Eichler was there promoting his History Fix streaming channel, <br />one that I myself subscribe to.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://www.historyfix.com/">Historyfix</a> is great history streaming channel - </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">it is what The History Channel should be...though isn't!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">But History Fix is!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Yes, I really do subscribe to the channel and have watched it often, for it covers a wide range of history going back to the 1st century, along with a wide range of topics. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Well done! Check them out!</span></div></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPdphvohN7lMkmmIgKV7adgYvx2ULUSV1BSgVwOpEllTFWMnD4-CxH96J7yflGtx0Y1pkQMSkNXpRWGVRmENBdYV2-DMYuw-PJZ_5hLL1joBFzbnzsSfhJFqDHi0q64cl4a_NxwVifJDpWh-IMMeSHin-7ej7kBlQ3jLyTTem2wV_YTQHjB1hJURs9Ww/s840/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20028%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="742" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPdphvohN7lMkmmIgKV7adgYvx2ULUSV1BSgVwOpEllTFWMnD4-CxH96J7yflGtx0Y1pkQMSkNXpRWGVRmENBdYV2-DMYuw-PJZ_5hLL1joBFzbnzsSfhJFqDHi0q64cl4a_NxwVifJDpWh-IMMeSHin-7ej7kBlQ3jLyTTem2wV_YTQHjB1hJURs9Ww/w494-h742/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20028%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" width="494" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">21st Michigan President, Ian Kushnir, and his family.<br />Ian also still belongs to the 5th Texas.<br />Perhaps next year the <a href="https://www.facebook.com/groups/227515786910081">21st Michigan</a> can have a recruiting table.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><div>The 21st Michigan has a large and active civilian contingent and an ever-growing military. With the events also growing, I suspect the 21st is heading in the right direction. Yes, I have been a member since 2004 - I would call that long-term membership!</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA2jAKoBcxlzZaF0K0I1AyTSlQChWC4timAIC4iKicEat9bdfqyXUvwMZNjsopG0xRJiqy81I4zHpM8e-bzjyJmbdcWgFkKaB0O18MzBiUis7cTCWsjdGTdVOVCHwECPDtjEX0gbE8J76EXWZh0s2Pa1L-WROd1p9LwTDM47QqLthH_2eNAQsjKowBkA/s840/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20029%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="748" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA2jAKoBcxlzZaF0K0I1AyTSlQChWC4timAIC4iKicEat9bdfqyXUvwMZNjsopG0xRJiqy81I4zHpM8e-bzjyJmbdcWgFkKaB0O18MzBiUis7cTCWsjdGTdVOVCHwECPDtjEX0gbE8J76EXWZh0s2Pa1L-WROd1p9LwTDM47QqLthH_2eNAQsjKowBkA/w498-h748/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20029%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" width="498" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Jackie Vohlken and her husband John, both of the<br />wonderful <a href="https://www.facebook.com/groups/209295805757262">3rd Michigan</a> Civil War reenacting group.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>The 3rd is perhaps the largest Civil War reenacting group on the Lake Michigan side of our state. And when the 21st Michigan celebrated its 150th back in 2012, the 3rd was there and really helped to make it quite an awesome event (click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2012/09/into-tornado-of-war-mustering-in-of.html">HERE</a>).</div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL3tw8p9g171AuJKPyV_-Oa6l-VouVYLyS7tSm2Gx-CN0yiE8PNaSZj10ILJIdaV5H3EYSnZXQVVpKf6UM8n_oFEK-i9t6v-uxqZFs47B2OO9dYyse1wKYluyGykxjICv5bR8iqtohdQi5WXcNfgK3C-cqRUT1-igLHGrvy3FpZzWJKP00fKC35_K1YQ/s840/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20030%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="789" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL3tw8p9g171AuJKPyV_-Oa6l-VouVYLyS7tSm2Gx-CN0yiE8PNaSZj10ILJIdaV5H3EYSnZXQVVpKf6UM8n_oFEK-i9t6v-uxqZFs47B2OO9dYyse1wKYluyGykxjICv5bR8iqtohdQi5WXcNfgK3C-cqRUT1-igLHGrvy3FpZzWJKP00fKC35_K1YQ/w526-h789/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20030%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" width="526" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Of course, you all know Bob Stark, long-time Ben Franklin interpreter.<br />Well, he and his daughter also run <a href="https://www.facebook.com/groups/114462421903452">The Salty Lantern</a> - makers of quality rope beds, tomahawk tosses, and, soon to be available, the shaving horse. <br />His daughter, Abby, is also a seller of tea and does public speeches on historic teas, including what was dumped into Boston Harbor back in December of 1773.<br /></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhShrJAuwWeaO4zxqQ2x3xdMYfpP6AGOFqmxbofndqNXwagaFxlgMw2COz8__fFCq7cSpHSnYQsv4aW6HM2WD4h7ZnvZyQepSmBR5ldJgdvbXkpgxPQqDcdrk8GVGgV_W7bF0hJeU8McNN0ed8BkKstQ2xeziS6Lt6QaXGTGt2y2uu6UuP30ONxB-h7jg/s1200/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20026%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="460" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhShrJAuwWeaO4zxqQ2x3xdMYfpP6AGOFqmxbofndqNXwagaFxlgMw2COz8__fFCq7cSpHSnYQsv4aW6HM2WD4h7ZnvZyQepSmBR5ldJgdvbXkpgxPQqDcdrk8GVGgV_W7bF0hJeU8McNN0ed8BkKstQ2xeziS6Lt6QaXGTGt2y2uu6UuP30ONxB-h7jg/w691-h460/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20026%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" width="691" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Larissa and Jackie are at it again!<br />They were tired from all out walking and wanted to take a rest - a nap - on one of the Lantern's fine rope bunk beds. Well, Abby would have none of that!</span></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWHAeJAkJV26Ife1z-dvQa89-2QOo-SG6RXEF8pPNqR9CxhyphenhyphenC5PIFSKcRv_Epb3_0M6sfGUXywWspQ8Ns15bW__Fz-3Z5KPa5dkasRt-vifuleoOp2Iu3ww8yf2ertxj37Uo3cuZZ8LDJJeOmnxxeNJ4_9pxeLfhzLOke7bvl-YMRUDCSS7BPcmxm4vg/s957/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20032%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="957" data-original-width="718" height="789" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWHAeJAkJV26Ife1z-dvQa89-2QOo-SG6RXEF8pPNqR9CxhyphenhyphenC5PIFSKcRv_Epb3_0M6sfGUXywWspQ8Ns15bW__Fz-3Z5KPa5dkasRt-vifuleoOp2Iu3ww8yf2ertxj37Uo3cuZZ8LDJJeOmnxxeNJ4_9pxeLfhzLOke7bvl-YMRUDCSS7BPcmxm4vg/w592-h789/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20032%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" width="592" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Long-time friend and <a href="https://www.facebook.com/groups/227515786910081">21st Michigan</a> member, J.R. Schroeder and <br />his two youngest daughters.<br />The Schroeder family have been reenacting since, I believe, the 1970s.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWLkuuXe6c6Tq7aOrzv3aqAdDx0k0TsTJrbz6PrGsokFeEryOtiJqo6fLxPdHT8Wx_y95swJiKeAPCLY46gGm1Y5ZuCozy_zGGHQaRx6AyTYBQ0bta3G9rtP9bD6TqSQ-PIo2fRXlhQKDWDHj0jYKCr5nx-xGPgy_6XeEYZP-FQz7VP4YwZ9DRqxcu1Q/s915/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20031%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="915" data-original-width="686" height="687" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWLkuuXe6c6Tq7aOrzv3aqAdDx0k0TsTJrbz6PrGsokFeEryOtiJqo6fLxPdHT8Wx_y95swJiKeAPCLY46gGm1Y5ZuCozy_zGGHQaRx6AyTYBQ0bta3G9rtP9bD6TqSQ-PIo2fRXlhQKDWDHj0jYKCr5nx-xGPgy_6XeEYZP-FQz7VP4YwZ9DRqxcu1Q/w515-h687/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20031%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" width="515" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">On our way home we decided to stop at a restaurant called <br /><a href="https://www.facebook.com/rayrayskzoo/">Ray Ray's Italian Beef & Sausage</a>.<br />This is a good old-fashioned diner in every respect - as you<br />can see Charlotte enjoying her food.<br /><i>"BBQ, dogs, and burgers Chicago style."</i><br />Very nice people who work there, too!</span></td></tr></tbody></table>Charlotte, Larissa, Norm, Jackie, and myself, who you've seen here, all belong to <a href="https://www.facebook.com/groups/1769940413226233">Citizens of the American Colonies</a>, a group always striving to "up our game." We host <a href="https://www.facebook.com/groups/2512795075676738">Patriot's Day</a> (The Battle of Lexington & Concord) and the wonderful <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/07/celebrating-4th-of-july-in-2023-were.html">4th of July event</a>, both at historic Mill Race Village in Northville, Michigan. We have other members, but, sadly, no photos of them from Kalamazoo.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-large;">.</span></b></div><div><br /></div>Now for photos of me in my new frock coat that I purchased from Samson Historical while at the Kalamazoo Living History Show:<br /><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjygyz6zbieLFDW4Cp-bOtjAkv-liAEL1FmFRF8pSb1od20so9mGxZVpvd1O-jx74063ZCH9LwRMN6rPWOMM4xas0EZXoGco8hnz262352BPdh3KSBeHKmkRNx-VgPNZDVrhY9crYJWMJsJ_CsRUbXHtCUKQpqvlKMiCxNgVjFxUn4GHatKFpz-WZJYlA/s807/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20042%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="807" data-original-width="508" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjygyz6zbieLFDW4Cp-bOtjAkv-liAEL1FmFRF8pSb1od20so9mGxZVpvd1O-jx74063ZCH9LwRMN6rPWOMM4xas0EZXoGco8hnz262352BPdh3KSBeHKmkRNx-VgPNZDVrhY9crYJWMJsJ_CsRUbXHtCUKQpqvlKMiCxNgVjFxUn4GHatKFpz-WZJYlA/w251-h400/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20042%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" width="251" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I am lovin' my new frock~</span></td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggCiLxSkz6ncpau9ZjhSMKcMWyvQq7adNxCZFCAsAUHZbVxkMZF-rO2luq_GSieoYRdYY_K5Nf-MLf1eqAAMflXimQCUiWdpo8WqodHFIfKpf8RnyVowE206l8PiXa-K5SWPHfhjrHHzJ_qdnD4qHidBxdUgycT9mdgOEIh5fBC8lvlZAl3GD2vlj_mw/s863/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20043%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="863" data-original-width="519" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggCiLxSkz6ncpau9ZjhSMKcMWyvQq7adNxCZFCAsAUHZbVxkMZF-rO2luq_GSieoYRdYY_K5Nf-MLf1eqAAMflXimQCUiWdpo8WqodHFIfKpf8RnyVowE206l8PiXa-K5SWPHfhjrHHzJ_qdnD4qHidBxdUgycT9mdgOEIh5fBC8lvlZAl3GD2vlj_mw/w240-h400/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20043%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">My "go to meetin' " coat.</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div style="text-align: left;">"This frock coat features defining details from the second half of the 18th century, making it appropriate for everyday wear by men of all classes. This coat has a more rounded front and narrow back which was prominent in the 1770s. While simplistic in style, it is accented by buttonless cuffs and scalloped pocket flaps, which were popular during the period. </div><div style="text-align: left;">The pattern used for these coats, including the self-covered wooden buttons and flapped pockets, was designed from two surviving pieces: one from a 1780 garment of which is in a private collection in Bristol, Rhode Island, and the other, from about 1770, is in the collections of the Connecticut Historical Society in Hartford, Connecticut."</div><div style="text-align: left;">Mine, as you can see, is of green wool.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaqAhMv9cQnsQPjx2He8H-WusQptCIbjkTiXmENc2Mxp-_sEjkkQelmyUX2hIWSLyuTNLDclzVE07XSEcwvOdVXkvwljQKcMd4iAVrp36EeBjOsrzWbZ3DhvVhpiYREXmDakj5ci9XHjZY8vfPoQfYCgSEYa1eJjkGDtlLuNZuRdejkb9lDVThc_4Osg/s795/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20041%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="795" data-original-width="575" height="681" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaqAhMv9cQnsQPjx2He8H-WusQptCIbjkTiXmENc2Mxp-_sEjkkQelmyUX2hIWSLyuTNLDclzVE07XSEcwvOdVXkvwljQKcMd4iAVrp36EeBjOsrzWbZ3DhvVhpiYREXmDakj5ci9XHjZY8vfPoQfYCgSEYa1eJjkGDtlLuNZuRdejkb9lDVThc_4Osg/w492-h681/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20041%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" width="492" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Back at home, my wife got behind the camera <br />and we set up a few poses.<br />This ended up being my newest Facebook profile picture.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>Aside from all of the shopping, I think what I enjoy most about the Kalamazoo Living History Show is visiting with everyone...so many friends in this time-travel world! Larissa said it best when she wrote: <i>"Walk 5 feet…stop and give hugs to someone….walk 5 feet and see someone else….walk 5 feet and look there’s someone else! So fun running into everyone."</i></div><div>And the conversations on the drive there and back with friends was wonderful as well.</div><div>So, in a current world of grumbly, unhappy people, it was great seeing all of the smiling faces...everyone preparing for the coming season. Oh, Happy Day----</div><div><i>I suppose I just like it all, actually</i>.</div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">O</span>0<span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: medium;"><b>O</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Now I'd like to show you something that I am very excited about---something I've been wanting for a while but had to wait for the right one to come along, and it finally did---the week before Kalamazoo (gotta love Ebay!):</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi6fXlHNJiWQ7FsV6crSH9atuKnjwKuoOaceUdO0iyeT2_sUZNOCOXIrhFDFv17MKoov0OdZgvBlEP2oRuEb8tvInEtjP8ouB8GRAInN9xkHq00D1G_eiMwiQnY3aGGoK3v48ZJZXhch4E0XEzCeiWmBtf65nE5gCtgWn9IMPQjINuZpMM9Rojq2phoA/s1178/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20006%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="827" data-original-width="1178" height="485" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi6fXlHNJiWQ7FsV6crSH9atuKnjwKuoOaceUdO0iyeT2_sUZNOCOXIrhFDFv17MKoov0OdZgvBlEP2oRuEb8tvInEtjP8ouB8GRAInN9xkHq00D1G_eiMwiQnY3aGGoK3v48ZJZXhch4E0XEzCeiWmBtf65nE5gCtgWn9IMPQjINuZpMM9Rojq2phoA/w691-h485/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20006%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" width="691" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">My vintage cider press.</span></td></tr></tbody></table>Now I've searched and I searched but I couldn't find a cider press from the 18th century. I figured an original would be impossible, but a replication might be nice. The trouble is, I simply cannot find any photos or etchings of an 18th century apple press, aside from those built into a large building. And as for anything smaller, well, they're still a bit large and would probably be pretty expensive.</div><div>And difficult to lug from place to place.</div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtUljGDD8YYhkyEGr84Am9nXRIKLwGDFtSILCTxrn-JhKqs2Sb64mZZNpsxcyo53Etzh9X_kjZXIt5v140jzEkLt6n66tFeE4R5-0gUCmh3xB58OmhxxnR1JK4cUlkc3Wce6XTr5ABuu-fcPAXsdncuWw2SBpQMuK37DavIlZZHF6fhLHtLWn_Es41MQ/s350/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20008%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="267" data-original-width="350" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtUljGDD8YYhkyEGr84Am9nXRIKLwGDFtSILCTxrn-JhKqs2Sb64mZZNpsxcyo53Etzh9X_kjZXIt5v140jzEkLt6n66tFeE4R5-0gUCmh3xB58OmhxxnR1JK4cUlkc3Wce6XTr5ABuu-fcPAXsdncuWw2SBpQMuK37DavIlZZHF6fhLHtLWn_Es41MQ/w420-h320/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20008%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" width="420" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Middle Ages, going by the clothing, but this is about<br />as close to the type of cider press as I would need, <br />more than likely, for 18th century as well.</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div>I do not have something to mash up the apples beforehand - - so what will I do without an apple masher - something to "pulverize" the apples to make pressing easier and getting every bit of juice pressed out of it?</div><div>Why, mash them myself with a cudgel!</div><div>I've read about and seen a video on this.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjieA4dJyPpd6adLpawhnD2_5wsBut8xgQibx70Sbpd8VfeyMIrV7mGTH7zQveKd7oeGWryYuaL296v7JswAG9__a79JHEMeTJbAYwR27qmNp4Ud2rDOancTOwcKG7U8UP5TCaarForv2VzWF6i0CJORgqr6WC-NplymWyyuAOSBCxd_inxFNG0U8Qzxg/s1280/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20007%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="1280" height="388" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjieA4dJyPpd6adLpawhnD2_5wsBut8xgQibx70Sbpd8VfeyMIrV7mGTH7zQveKd7oeGWryYuaL296v7JswAG9__a79JHEMeTJbAYwR27qmNp4Ud2rDOancTOwcKG7U8UP5TCaarForv2VzWF6i0CJORgqr6WC-NplymWyyuAOSBCxd_inxFNG0U8Qzxg/w690-h388/r%202024%20-%2003-25%20007%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" width="690" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Looks like I'm going to need a type of cudgel to mash the apples before pressing</span>.</td></tr></tbody></table>I am very pleased with my new vintage press, even if it is not exactly 18th century, for the process will still be in the same manner.</div><div>Now to wait till Fall.</div><div><br /></div><div>So---onward and upward, right?<br />Looking forward to the past.</div><div>I'm pumped up!<br /><div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Until next time, see you in time.</div><div style="text-align: left;">And just in time for America's 250th birthday!</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9v17xauq7uEfMfvl-Qh8ZoS_oodvUkyFvqr5hNbxtLKaXji0SjzJi9FtlBgDxr_zoJ97Sr3sdCGK0pX1gDJnglFszGc9Uj_pdpA0DHOiLxBoefYIK_WZeqYJAVc3Hn4t_XTKh7yWyoHYhxGBXCkLScIoPwQUvzXg9YSAIGpVX0hIDnZid2H96ERoWWA/s1200/r%202024%20-%2003-18%20046%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="630" data-original-width="1200" height="336" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9v17xauq7uEfMfvl-Qh8ZoS_oodvUkyFvqr5hNbxtLKaXji0SjzJi9FtlBgDxr_zoJ97Sr3sdCGK0pX1gDJnglFszGc9Uj_pdpA0DHOiLxBoefYIK_WZeqYJAVc3Hn4t_XTKh7yWyoHYhxGBXCkLScIoPwQUvzXg9YSAIGpVX0hIDnZid2H96ERoWWA/w640-h336/r%202024%20-%2003-18%20046%20Presentation%20and%20Kalamazoo.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Click <a href="https://america250.org/?fbclid=IwAR0uUxHX_T8SKCalF3kl4oH_2aGh1xBkBJQo0K0mGRdeFsS1qhTJCautKAo">HERE</a></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-size: medium;"><b>*******</b></span></div></div></div></div></div>Historical Kenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04979801752112100293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56451385109293718.post-72460702781590312882024-03-11T08:44:00.005-04:002024-03-13T21:48:41.810-04:00Historic Structures Brought To Life: The Mid-19th Century Susquehanna Plantation<div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I've done "extra" research on many of the historic homes and structures located inside the hallowed walls of Greenfield Village (located in Dearborn, Michigan, for those of you who live out of state). </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Hopefully, fans of history and fans of Greenfield Village will read these posts I write before visiting to help enhance that visit. Nearly all of the information came, in some form or another, directly from the Benson Ford Research Center, the various books and guidebooks, and from the presenters themselves - all a part of the campus of The Henry Ford, in which Greenfield Village is, perhaps, the largest part. Oh! And some info even came from a couple of internet sources.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I hope you enjoy this interesting piece of history - </i>American<i> history~</i></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">......</span>--<span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: medium;"><b>.....</b></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Old houses always have a story to tell. Sometimes it may take a while to learn the tales, but mark me, every home - even your own - has a story. The Susquehanna Plantation from Maryland has a long and interesting history to it - not just in of itself but after it was moved and restored inside of historic Greenfield Village as well.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgswhtx1TTOGR49nPoAmjqO_pTHAa92UZryQcIEjqi-xqeGSKtan5QUbfFNja0mPRpqVi0Pl8_UToUd9a2HKqrueeTRoBvRfpiHIviVYFcZgAtkTjIxpNunihYr2AxSheOrzxgW5ROMX3UFw1XjmYpNo1-da8gfqv8UMPSwpd6KFDOJUrvZG75c6U7RSA/s1136/r%202024%20-%2003-18%20006%20Susquehanna.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="852" data-original-width="1136" height="516" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgswhtx1TTOGR49nPoAmjqO_pTHAa92UZryQcIEjqi-xqeGSKtan5QUbfFNja0mPRpqVi0Pl8_UToUd9a2HKqrueeTRoBvRfpiHIviVYFcZgAtkTjIxpNunihYr2AxSheOrzxgW5ROMX3UFw1XjmYpNo1-da8gfqv8UMPSwpd6KFDOJUrvZG75c6U7RSA/w688-h516/r%202024%20-%2003-18%20006%20Susquehanna.jpg" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The Susquehanna Plantation was part of one of the largest, most productive farms in southwest Maryland during the 1800s.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>The house, when Henry Ford first heard about it and then saw it, was tagged to be razed by the U.S. Navy. As stated in a 2005 Baltimore Sun newspaper article: <i>"The Navy was taking over what had been the crossroads of Cedar Point; eviction notices were tacked to front doors, with some owners given 30 days to leave."</i></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEY0sb5BuswBOkcFtTO5bFlwrqAUxb5kWCJhNsPOLTWM1jgg5nQ3aKs14N0qqNQlp7CnASSD_B1IhVVtMdgR3LfSXPe5OvUCvtEY9OCgWwD2EbiUKh3gmN3YcJ759uaiOJ2dWpnjAjMSH_lIiE9B70LUmi-0b_DAb1xnHgKGJ3wY4zNi4Vp_g0uH9pXQ/s904/r%202024%20-%2003-18%20001%20Susquehanna.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="762" data-original-width="904" height="576" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEY0sb5BuswBOkcFtTO5bFlwrqAUxb5kWCJhNsPOLTWM1jgg5nQ3aKs14N0qqNQlp7CnASSD_B1IhVVtMdgR3LfSXPe5OvUCvtEY9OCgWwD2EbiUKh3gmN3YcJ759uaiOJ2dWpnjAjMSH_lIiE9B70LUmi-0b_DAb1xnHgKGJ3wY4zNi4Vp_g0uH9pXQ/w683-h576/r%202024%20-%2003-18%20001%20Susquehanna.jpg" width="683" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">This picture is from around 1941 / 1942 while still in its original Maryland location.<br />Even in its rundown condition, the house still had beautiful features.<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div>Samuel Young, who lived in Michigan, had bought Susquehanna at the behest of his late wife, a St. Mary's County native. When they were told to leave, Young offered the home to Henry Ford. Young apparently told Ford of the property's connection to Christopher Rousby, an affluent colonial tax collector of the 17th century, and of life in Maryland a century before the American Revolution. The house could be Ford's for free. All he had to do was come and get it.</div><div>Included in the package, by the way, was a tombstone belonging to Christopher Rousby, a his bones were buried beneath!</div><div>Who could say "no" to that deal??</div><div>When Ford's architect Ed Cutler arrived to inspect it, the building was intact but run down. </div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcsFVpedben5yLZdDoRp7n_ZGMxEcUw7EvZIZaTQRIcZLb3fnsewhkb6vsXP4FfuiXeMdhiyTYEEGIDJVK-Su7h-kwerI4L6JrFwS_LJl7eLFM2XyPtP2KVPAqO2YjONAtishXvVm5JO6d3fRnGta6BK2tNYwmMtBPmWdX8m3e50M22HNvlwpugSXloA/s913/r%202024%20-%2003-18%20003%20Susquehanna.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="792" data-original-width="913" height="586" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcsFVpedben5yLZdDoRp7n_ZGMxEcUw7EvZIZaTQRIcZLb3fnsewhkb6vsXP4FfuiXeMdhiyTYEEGIDJVK-Su7h-kwerI4L6JrFwS_LJl7eLFM2XyPtP2KVPAqO2YjONAtishXvVm5JO6d3fRnGta6BK2tNYwmMtBPmWdX8m3e50M22HNvlwpugSXloA/w675-h586/r%202024%20-%2003-18%20003%20Susquehanna.jpg" width="675" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The kitchen hearth before moving to Michigan and restoration.<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div>Inside Cutler had to wade through 18 inches of grain to take measurements. After viewing the drawings and photographs that were brought back, Ford decided to acquire the home. The building was moved in March of 1942 and erected by that following August. An interesting fact here is that it is situated exactly in the same position and direction in Greenfield Village as it had been in Maryland. The shadows are the same...</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAxyXfl-IKLlqrE08xX_HkWMsTa8gyjR05xHXXfjhyT1S4l5asGEONxTlZ6MInt-WQFcl33BsCbb2fGByz3FI68xZa2Hlv4snWIgqKp31-uQAM4chDxGykMYb46DIEuqDNLNS_kL8FrwLoF2QRqHcpLqgxm3La0pVpDqduzKqmw5_RkJYF97NPIoRXzA/s800/r%202024%20-%2003-18%20005b%20Susquehanna.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="800" height="667" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAxyXfl-IKLlqrE08xX_HkWMsTa8gyjR05xHXXfjhyT1S4l5asGEONxTlZ6MInt-WQFcl33BsCbb2fGByz3FI68xZa2Hlv4snWIgqKp31-uQAM4chDxGykMYb46DIEuqDNLNS_kL8FrwLoF2QRqHcpLqgxm3La0pVpDqduzKqmw5_RkJYF97NPIoRXzA/w667-h667/r%202024%20-%2003-18%20005b%20Susquehanna.jpg" width="667" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>The "colonial" Susquehanna Plantation House as it looked in 1965</span><br /><span>inside Greenfield Village.</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>Originally built on the bluffs of the Patuxent River in the Tidewater region of Maryland, initially it was thought that the house was constructed around 1650. So, for years, presenters in colonial clothing at the Village told the story of the house, Rousby, and of Rousby's death at the hands of a cousin of Lord Baltimore, and showed off the tombstone/grave situated behind the home.</div><div><div>This was how the presentation of this house had been told up until the late 1980's when historians realized that this was not Christopher Rousby's house.</div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT9PUrqS5xLNQxdVaYXy_OP9Y_p8gmpvLxMsJYAjQrG5tOZ5Nedq2zSsZjLUmH-Z4diKzO8Bov_yWMo8KXv8rbicgZW4a6dh556wePu19Bor0MblXDYX3vzJR6wVleUGOhTUowEKDu3kPJoKq5QhWZu6sdfe1GyZHEmjG9FjuNMBo9EZ4FjpHJQI5PgA/s703/r%202024%20-%2003-18%20004%20Susquehanna.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="703" data-original-width="488" height="831" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT9PUrqS5xLNQxdVaYXy_OP9Y_p8gmpvLxMsJYAjQrG5tOZ5Nedq2zSsZjLUmH-Z4diKzO8Bov_yWMo8KXv8rbicgZW4a6dh556wePu19Bor0MblXDYX3vzJR6wVleUGOhTUowEKDu3kPJoKq5QhWZu6sdfe1GyZHEmjG9FjuNMBo9EZ4FjpHJQI5PgA/w576-h831/r%202024%20-%2003-18%20004%20Susquehanna.jpg" width="576" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I remember the days when this house was thought to be a colonial home,<br />as this photo shows, and the presenters used to tell us about the <br />tombstone out back.<br />I took a photo of the tombstone but cannot seem to locate it now.<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU8bVQoLW_516IsW3JyCdpN_wi0Zs_SyS3AK8gzXcJhG8Tkp10QAhi-IwbqH1YzkPMvL-UTSwKHdR6zJC7V9tWpFRrkd5p7uXPLNsCui0lLkhUFqhT-uLZiRvgdBfATL_8YKx8SQgsMn3rE20tBGqTBjD63w_aLdffMgReZStjMdJ-_mL5Qn_TT2hQog/s966/r%202024%20-%2003-18%20002%20Susquehanna.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="760" data-original-width="966" height="543" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU8bVQoLW_516IsW3JyCdpN_wi0Zs_SyS3AK8gzXcJhG8Tkp10QAhi-IwbqH1YzkPMvL-UTSwKHdR6zJC7V9tWpFRrkd5p7uXPLNsCui0lLkhUFqhT-uLZiRvgdBfATL_8YKx8SQgsMn3rE20tBGqTBjD63w_aLdffMgReZStjMdJ-_mL5Qn_TT2hQog/w688-h543/r%202024%20-%2003-18%20002%20Susquehanna.jpg" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Here is the parlor located on the eastern side of the home, opposite end from the kitchen.<br />I did not take this picture, but as you can see, the room seemed to be ready for company from the 17th or 18th century.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>But things were about to change. I recall hearing from a presenter about the new changes that were going to be made to this house. New and unexpected research had given them information that took them off guard.</div><div>As an article in the Baltimore Sun explains: <i>"...historians became suspicious of claims that the house dated from the late 1600s. In the 1980s, a group from St. Mary's County </i>(in Maryland)<i> told museum officials that there were only two buildings from before 1700 standing in Maryland -- one in Anne Arundel County and one on the Eastern Shore."</i></div><div>Well, this news alerted the staff at Greenfield Village that something was amiss.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4wuEiZlYGpvzpqh3EjvBEvmtuM1mVmuVRSa1Fg5PmJygDfiG4P6AY8I7X2MulfirUDHSNrElDh8Y1s-GPy4zwnWWHo6g5n1JXvUgS6cQBOEeZyXskkz_sqynvrn1TXvFtK4LzYo1TpWSyBCoMWgoYrA70DbTDUokaqqFtky8mQ3ifW5QrRfeYlxgIcw/s2048/r%202024%20-%2003-18%20012%20Susquehanna.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1499" data-original-width="2048" height="468" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4wuEiZlYGpvzpqh3EjvBEvmtuM1mVmuVRSa1Fg5PmJygDfiG4P6AY8I7X2MulfirUDHSNrElDh8Y1s-GPy4zwnWWHo6g5n1JXvUgS6cQBOEeZyXskkz_sqynvrn1TXvFtK4LzYo1TpWSyBCoMWgoYrA70DbTDUokaqqFtky8mQ3ifW5QrRfeYlxgIcw/w640-h468/r%202024%20-%2003-18%20012%20Susquehanna.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A winter scene greets us from the back of the Plantation House.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>Again, from the Sun: <i>"Soon the staff realized there were major flaws in the story of Susquehanna. After doing tree-ring dating on the beams of the house and doing archaeological work on the home's Maryland site, it was determined the house wasn't so old. It likely dates to possibly around the 1830s. That meant it couldn't be Rousby's house. He had been dead more than 150 years when it was built. The Village staff knew they had to make changes."</i></div></div><div><div>The tombstone was removed and put into storage and the bones were exhumed to be examined by a mortuary scientist, who found that the collection of bones were from three different people! And none were even Caucasian males! The museum received permission from the local court to have the bones cremated. They did and held a funeral as well, with the ashes reburied at Susquehanna.</div><div>In 2002, a Rousby historian from Maryland named Joan Kocen was able to have the tombstone returned to its home state where she has it packed carefully away until she decides what she can do with it. No one has any idea of what became of Rousby's body.</div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeGFeWXVr6MNWMLSx0qWC4oXF_ElypkGiUeRIpKLUt-CVmbPun4as6c4FmDJk9VxPs61r79ZhdB9FvzJNTTMSaeqmYg3ZHoNLOLOaQDcV0hIVxgeqcUd9WfYEUFq10aXoXZokffz2lKpQ_FNbI2j-kxr6l9Ts5xOotdgyGz6SnKV1eLlwW_S2CukPf1g/s2048/r%202024%20-%2003-18%20013%20Susquehanna.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="515" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeGFeWXVr6MNWMLSx0qWC4oXF_ElypkGiUeRIpKLUt-CVmbPun4as6c4FmDJk9VxPs61r79ZhdB9FvzJNTTMSaeqmYg3ZHoNLOLOaQDcV0hIVxgeqcUd9WfYEUFq10aXoXZokffz2lKpQ_FNbI2j-kxr6l9Ts5xOotdgyGz6SnKV1eLlwW_S2CukPf1g/w687-h515/r%202024%20-%2003-18%20013%20Susquehanna.jpg" width="687" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div><span style="font-size: medium;">The original site of the house in a photo taken by Steven Lindsey.</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div>Now, how did this mix up originally occur? The Sun article states that: <i>"The tombstone, clearly dating to the 1680s, was automatically linked to the house. Oral histories perpetuated the error. The Carroll family (Henry and Elizabeth), who built the house in the 19th century, knew how old it was, but their descendants either had died or moved, leaving no link to the past. Meanwhile, a prominent historical architect of the early 20th century, Henry Chandlee Forman, helped solidify the myth when he dated the house to 1654."</i></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI5qX14JERhJtFyuaMDLVUm55iEQdFrPX-mvcHrctVOOCMco5IjBkg90Ju1ppYotaXbAsMu5xyhBPHNbv9SO6c_CO-_Vd08RKYUxGRot8_jS6QvLdtwsGb1rUTZfXDAiBdEFek8zRsgUnYA-uTQe7bHUZ_SeR9RGQjaZTD77FhsJhgt_7m57rmWfcvuQ/s1022/r%202024%20-%2003-18%20009%20Susquehanna.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="767" data-original-width="1022" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI5qX14JERhJtFyuaMDLVUm55iEQdFrPX-mvcHrctVOOCMco5IjBkg90Ju1ppYotaXbAsMu5xyhBPHNbv9SO6c_CO-_Vd08RKYUxGRot8_jS6QvLdtwsGb1rUTZfXDAiBdEFek8zRsgUnYA-uTQe7bHUZ_SeR9RGQjaZTD77FhsJhgt_7m57rmWfcvuQ/w640-h480/r%202024%20-%2003-18%20009%20Susquehanna.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A unique perspective of a unique house.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>However, the historians of Greenfield Village and the Maryland Archaeologists un-earthed the true history mystery of the Susquehanna House, for the archaeological investigations at the Susquehanna site were funded by the Edison Institute of the Henry Ford Museum and the Maryland Historical Trust.</div></div><div><div>It was then noted that Henry and Elizabeth Carroll and their family built this house in the mid-1830's, (though now the guidebook says "probably constructed before 1820") where it sat upon 700 acres, and they enjoyed a prosperous life, including hosting extravagant parties. "<i>On the eve of the Civil War, Carroll had 65 slaves living at the farm </i>(according to the latest guidebook and other sources, though other older sources counted 75 - not sure what made the numbers change)<i>, probably in cabins and duplexes hidden among the trees along the bluffs of Harper's Creek." </i> These were 13 small, wood shacks with dirt floors, and those who lived in them were made to work brutal hours in the fields, usually sun up to sun down, especially during harvest time. "<i>Carroll lived with his wife and six children" </i> (I've also read five children) <i>"at the plantation's principal dwelling (this house), and a female schoolteacher also appears to have resided with the Carrolls. Carroll probably had at least one overseer living on his property, but it is impossible to reconstruct who this individual might have been from census records."</i> </div><div>Italicized information in the above paragraph was written by Julia A. King.</div><div>The Carroll family was one of the wealthiest in St. Mary's County - the slaves alone, according to the 1860 census, were valued at $49,000. Among the slaves were skilled craftsmen, including blacksmiths, carpenters, coopers, shoemakers, and seamstresses.</div></div><div>And the house servants.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqGSb6gLSFpqIMR2lKXHOhzb-HYSCK1Mp2MAcIpOADhlQgflorxRR3Fljzb0BBR_3vbP_krGfoFF3cPWnVGMwMAzSQ1ts4rIkgMpmZg0GAX2LTrhuvbiM8sm2ESIul_xLj-Z8d6mAMC-O8umNSg26KcYPFTpBjar7QnmHlLs9kASTVziPZPUFGp63HCA/s1200/r%202024%20-%2003-18%20008%20Susquehanna.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="450" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqGSb6gLSFpqIMR2lKXHOhzb-HYSCK1Mp2MAcIpOADhlQgflorxRR3Fljzb0BBR_3vbP_krGfoFF3cPWnVGMwMAzSQ1ts4rIkgMpmZg0GAX2LTrhuvbiM8sm2ESIul_xLj-Z8d6mAMC-O8umNSg26KcYPFTpBjar7QnmHlLs9kASTVziPZPUFGp63HCA/w676-h450/r%202024%20-%2003-18%20008%20Susquehanna.jpg" width="676" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>Madelyn Porter, who won a Kresge Artist Award for her work </span><span>telling stories, </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>portrayed one of the Carroll slaves - one who </span><span>worked in the kitchen.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Folks, this woman's presentation was simply amazing. </span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And done, of course, in a very respectable and teachable manner.</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div><div>She explained that the Carrolls were preparing for a wedding, and it was up to her to make sure the food and desserts were perfect. She told us that even though she was a slave, she still had her pride and made certain that everything was up to the high standards expected because of her talent more than of fear.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2pzgH_TCaKO8UKrI3R3KznGoQMDvmdj2Owkbw_9w4H6n-ouTpgkfQMbzNNBeA-DO5JyPyPWHGDA9fTG_QQ4Ho0HZWnfxdDrKuxVf6wqxfgP4sKnuZZOKurBZJDXXSp4fsHyUe0-bqAjgE-m4mGprJyHE5ZnQQq0bRGI1uC0w34ZCFc40aTKlT2c651A/s1200/r%202024%20-%2003-18%20015%20Susquehanna.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="466" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2pzgH_TCaKO8UKrI3R3KznGoQMDvmdj2Owkbw_9w4H6n-ouTpgkfQMbzNNBeA-DO5JyPyPWHGDA9fTG_QQ4Ho0HZWnfxdDrKuxVf6wqxfgP4sKnuZZOKurBZJDXXSp4fsHyUe0-bqAjgE-m4mGprJyHE5ZnQQq0bRGI1uC0w34ZCFc40aTKlT2c651A/w700-h466/r%202024%20-%2003-18%20015%20Susquehanna.jpg" width="700" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The way she spoke as she told her stories as a slave at the Carroll </span><span style="font-size: medium;">Home just</span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">drew me/us into her world, making everyone listening feel as if they were there, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">back in her time of 1860. It was extremely effective. </span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div><div>In no way, shape, or form is slavery presented in a passive manner, but, rather, in such a way that it grabs the visitor almost unexpectedly, and shows them its horrors on an emotional level as well as in a factual way.</div><div>Here are just a few of the comments I received after posting Ms. Porter's picture on Facebook from others who saw this presentation:</div><div>"She was spell binding!"</div><div>"Gave me chills."</div><div>"She gave a really stunning performance."</div><div>"She is amazing!!"</div><div>"She was awesome!!!"</div><div>"She was fabulous, all but made me cry!"</div><div>"She was definitely my favorite!"</div><div>I concur with each of these comments.</div><div>Don't believe us?</div><div>Well, someone took a video of her presentation:</div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/xWoUULrB1Yw" width="320" youtube-src-id="xWoUULrB1Yw"></iframe></div>Whew! It still gives me chills to watch.</div><div>And, as I said, very effective, too.<div>The Carrolls' slaves labored in the hot sun and in the rain to take care of the abundant crops grown and cultivated on the land: <i>In the decades preceding the Civil War, Susquehanna had been a well-managed farm with one of the largest slave labor forces in the region. The farm's owner, Henry J. Carroll, was reform-minded, practicing soil conservation, crop diversification, and experimenting with innovative agricultural implements. Susquehanna stood in stark contrast to the antebellum stereotype of the exhausted, dilapidated tobacco plantation.</i></div><div><div><i>Buffer stands of trees between the fields and waterways certainly helped preserve the farm's rich soils and protect the creeks. Carroll probably owned woodlands nearby to provide his plantation with firewood, fencing, and lumber.</i></div><div><i>In 1849, Carroll grew com and wheat and, in 1859, he grew com, wheat, and tobacco. He also grew oats and hay, probably for farm consumption, and he kept comparatively large numbers of horses, cattle, oxen, sheep, and pigs. </i></div><div>Julia A. King</div></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGxoKgZPSu0fAT0WPIumo20GzT5QLApE4oJfDgkBrKt_9qas4i0MJfA5vZCdOcCoZLBNLp20wDakDKvvaic7930C6h9B3may_RVyEJxgm5o_NW2DT3wZAM0K3VGSZjXBEljrS4Vf7CK8FX2aw0hC6U-HpcBEPVCGg7fq_pjwq6hLINec2qo-7Eu2vVZw/s1002/r%202024%20-%2003-18%20007%20Susquehanna.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="752" data-original-width="1002" height="514" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGxoKgZPSu0fAT0WPIumo20GzT5QLApE4oJfDgkBrKt_9qas4i0MJfA5vZCdOcCoZLBNLp20wDakDKvvaic7930C6h9B3may_RVyEJxgm5o_NW2DT3wZAM0K3VGSZjXBEljrS4Vf7CK8FX2aw0hC6U-HpcBEPVCGg7fq_pjwq6hLINec2qo-7Eu2vVZw/w685-h514/r%202024%20-%2003-18%20007%20Susquehanna.jpg" width="685" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Early Springtime preparation.<br />There are times when visitors can catch agricultural laboring taking place in the field next to the house, where they grow tobacco crop. The tobacco does not make it to fruition, however, for Michigan's weather is not conducive to growing this southern-oriented crop. But it will grow enough where the visitors can get a good idea of what the plant looks like, as well as keeping the history of this house alive.</span><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrjEQME6APjcTfpy5PP5gn4Xnt-cfQJjHc4NCbO0WRNQj9qys6tO6rmN8M-dSjh8agrDZQmDL3tWcstokoBeLk5fU-rMVBIfBEsmuoxRgNvXuCaMNru-9BBgMAfulXk8uYSjpYYsAsE0nIdBpZYRwcXRuIKFpneRoZiyOZX1Q7aV0CtD60gSr9uz7glg/s1037/r%202024%20-%2003-18%20014%20Susquehanna.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="778" data-original-width="1037" height="509" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrjEQME6APjcTfpy5PP5gn4Xnt-cfQJjHc4NCbO0WRNQj9qys6tO6rmN8M-dSjh8agrDZQmDL3tWcstokoBeLk5fU-rMVBIfBEsmuoxRgNvXuCaMNru-9BBgMAfulXk8uYSjpYYsAsE0nIdBpZYRwcXRuIKFpneRoZiyOZX1Q7aV0CtD60gSr9uz7glg/w679-h509/r%202024%20-%2003-18%20014%20Susquehanna.JPG" width="679" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Tobacco are the smaller plants to the right here.<br />I believe that's corn growing to the left.</span></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div></div><div>The following about this dwelling comes from <b><u>How the Past Becomes A Place: An Example from 19th-Century Maryland</u> (Volume 31 Article 9 Historic Preservation and the Archaeology of Nineteenth Century Farmsteads in the Northeast) by</b></div><div><b>Julia A. King:</b></div><div><div><i>Archaeological and documentary study of the Susquehanna property suggests that Henry Carroll maintained a well-ordered landscape at his plantation. He was sensitive to issues of land management and appears to have suffered little of the erosion plaguing other farmers in 19th-century, southern Maryland. Slave dwellings were hidden out of view, while Carroll's dwelling was prominently displayed at the center of the farm. Yet, access to Carroll's house was restricted to a long, straight, tree-lined avenue nearly two miles in length, and the dwelling itself was enclosed within an unusual elliptical fence.</i></div><div><i>Distributions of shell, bone, and 19th-century ceramics indicate the yard surrounding the dwelling was divided into a service end and a formal end. The service end was located off the kitchen with associated domestic outbuildings. The formal end was situated off the parlor with virtually no evidence of domestic activities in the associated soils.</i></div><div><div><i>It was precisely the orderliness of this landscape that made one archaeological feature especially intriguing. Adjacent to the dwelling's formal parlor end, hundreds of fragments of brick were encountered during archaeological testing. These fragments were initially believed to have been left over from the 1941 dismantling and removal of the main house to the Henry Ford Museum in Dearborn. Careful study of the soil stratigraphy, however, indicated that the brick concentrations were located below 1941 soil levels, thus pre-dating the 1941 move. Subsequently, traces of a buried brick foundation and cellar were revealed in this part of the dwelling yard. Enough of the foundation was </i><i>exposed to conclude that it was probably an earlier dwelling built sometime in the second half of the 18th century. There was virtually no evidence to suggest that the 18th-century building remained</i></div><div><div><i>standing after the newer dwelling was built, and plenty of indirect evidence to suggest that it did not remain in use through the 19th century. For example, there is no evidence in the fabric of the surviving building in Dearborn to indicate the two structures were ever connected, nor were the foundations integrated in any way</i>. </div><div><div><br /></div></div></div></div></div><div>So let's take a tour of the inside of the Susquehanna House.</div><div>As it sits inside of Greenfield Village, the Susquehanna House is open for visitors, where a few times a year period dressed presenters show cooking and crafts as they might have done in the mid-19th century. </div></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhZbGe09nA2BIO32UWbq9QxPiJ1Cglu4Ss-G8DNsA4pulm88ixMf61PTsvcy2_ovwnGYgoLtAP_tgN-9yhqyh4o7FO_1xRJ-DdL3cKxX1Z7iCu3-dT-fNU6rD7JbRYBZ6yM2DiUu6IydvSPwmEt8p-KDURAYi8sPHBUOQ9-Ko-Q-5x08RUAdLMO8Vo6Q/s1280/r%202024%20-%2003-18%20011%20Susquehanna.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="1280" height="516" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhZbGe09nA2BIO32UWbq9QxPiJ1Cglu4Ss-G8DNsA4pulm88ixMf61PTsvcy2_ovwnGYgoLtAP_tgN-9yhqyh4o7FO_1xRJ-DdL3cKxX1Z7iCu3-dT-fNU6rD7JbRYBZ6yM2DiUu6IydvSPwmEt8p-KDURAYi8sPHBUOQ9-Ko-Q-5x08RUAdLMO8Vo6Q/w687-h516/r%202024%20-%2003-18%20011%20Susquehanna.jpg" width="687" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Left of the east entrance door we see the parlor. This is the same parlor seen in the black and white photo earlier when it was thought to be 150 years older than it actually was.<br />This is the "corrected" version.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">During the Victorian era, the parlor was an important room of every middle and high-class homes and for some, used exclusively to receive and entertain guest and for others, used as an environment for family intimacy.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSx0hGfGKU559bh0h_2NO2lVgMcPFZHrat8p39x1re2R0UNvBQF47v37lqRGrx3-724Np6RbnrNwHbOrEopMXMq0K5rTnzKg58Jf0yBIjOZAp1kbyKMJHXI5ix0tLthqMc9mar44mA1i9xccDR-HxjVfUekod5_6qP2tfaa0ZkPyRIrP9X6Dh3oMHr5w/s1037/r%202024%20-%2003-18%20017%20Susquehanna.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="778" data-original-width="1037" height="518" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSx0hGfGKU559bh0h_2NO2lVgMcPFZHrat8p39x1re2R0UNvBQF47v37lqRGrx3-724Np6RbnrNwHbOrEopMXMq0K5rTnzKg58Jf0yBIjOZAp1kbyKMJHXI5ix0tLthqMc9mar44mA1i9xccDR-HxjVfUekod5_6qP2tfaa0ZkPyRIrP9X6Dh3oMHr5w/w690-h518/r%202024%20-%2003-18%20017%20Susquehanna.JPG" width="690" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The parlor - I took this picture through a window. Normally, visitors cannot see this room from this angle. It's as if you were sitting on the couch you see in the next photo.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><div>During the Victorian era, weddings, funerals, and other large events where members of extended family and friends would attend and gather were held in the parlor.</div><div>You see the small table there, for decorative purposes when not in use, though the table's round form also allowed people to sit close together and created convenient gathering spots for sewing, reading aloud, conversation, and other group activities.</div><div>Parlors are still featured in both historical homes and in modern homes alike. They can be used to welcome guests and, as such, often feature the home's best furnishings. Because it was in parlors where funerals were held, once the funeral business became popular and “funeral parlors” became the norm, parlors in homes became the “<i>living</i> rooms.”</div><div>Think about it. And, yes, this is true! </div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Pi8XMroUOAr1ODJAxs0bAcuGVl9-7x35cb8Nvz5wifbFQiqyjX7wSFhGeyXxeEajuXh_2gVab7ODi_TK653_Ofab8EjfzjndIONiH3B1LgVggWBTkRfb2NmQMYBk34jHUfTkitB-30sy9XHfkOY6lN5TftwsHvRoGEtanqgIM7kndId1-QmMeEkeGg/s1136/r%202024%20-%2003-18%20018%20Susquehanna.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="852" data-original-width="1136" height="516" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Pi8XMroUOAr1ODJAxs0bAcuGVl9-7x35cb8Nvz5wifbFQiqyjX7wSFhGeyXxeEajuXh_2gVab7ODi_TK653_Ofab8EjfzjndIONiH3B1LgVggWBTkRfb2NmQMYBk34jHUfTkitB-30sy9XHfkOY6lN5TftwsHvRoGEtanqgIM7kndId1-QmMeEkeGg/w689-h516/r%202024%20-%2003-18%20018%20Susquehanna.JPG" width="689" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And I went to the other window across the way (see photo above this one) to snap this image of the parlor.<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div><div><br /></div><div>And then we move to the center room.</div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiejGzHdJStzSgdCvZbM1ZqzmLGBA_95WP6YodrR1PYt6Wh-DIRpl0XgeUV8GdVf_HzuTlCisILjO9HwuRXuQcGL6tsDtSOebRZ1zNsV7XDyloLpEEYbkAIXWfkWLFdvgHV7d5JxYuvedlde7jYF1t9MJ8Z_BzUGfhMrAyt41Ol_P-K6KXELnN7JJZkEg/s896/r%202024%20-%2003-18%20027%20Susquehanna.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="896" data-original-width="672" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiejGzHdJStzSgdCvZbM1ZqzmLGBA_95WP6YodrR1PYt6Wh-DIRpl0XgeUV8GdVf_HzuTlCisILjO9HwuRXuQcGL6tsDtSOebRZ1zNsV7XDyloLpEEYbkAIXWfkWLFdvgHV7d5JxYuvedlde7jYF1t9MJ8Z_BzUGfhMrAyt41Ol_P-K6KXELnN7JJZkEg/w480-h640/r%202024%20-%2003-18%20027%20Susquehanna.jpg" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">There is one long hall that runs along the front<br />wall that connects all of the rooms.</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div>I was told this next room was the dining room.</div><div>The nineteenth century dining room was used to stage all formal and informal social functions in the home. The family circle gathered together in this room two or three times a day, therefore, great importance was placed on its decoration. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig-OPZ4hxvQ8lxxm8XNx4cVjqD6b47EaXCoigvwrizxid44q2KS171I4V0EvYsAqje8A4SoEGao-zZE1I1uEzg7obIRzDChLjYO1GLXYWrdIpLCihFeRE5MTUMhCG1Ea8h7MzSsdCmYeT8de9OH19sNnf2aKk5ydLpnkaBHiMgvYr9MZrLnaCSkh06Vw/s909/r%202024%20-%2003-18%20019%20Susquehanna.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="909" data-original-width="682" height="719" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig-OPZ4hxvQ8lxxm8XNx4cVjqD6b47EaXCoigvwrizxid44q2KS171I4V0EvYsAqje8A4SoEGao-zZE1I1uEzg7obIRzDChLjYO1GLXYWrdIpLCihFeRE5MTUMhCG1Ea8h7MzSsdCmYeT8de9OH19sNnf2aKk5ydLpnkaBHiMgvYr9MZrLnaCSkh06Vw/w539-h719/r%202024%20-%2003-18%20019%20Susquehanna.JPG" width="539" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And it is easy to see the Carroll family would have followed suit.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg891oBj77QquxODsFl_KYGymnOWADtsIWoy5SfG9bU7XKet51PguTA06VfGZRpRnaQpOX6F_0eDqVJx9KVLrR0zJNURsksXKLDB_z-qlIIIPWKcPWv7TxYCA4CHjpgn-ZG0grFtna7pP2EK6a-V9j-DdcplGoU_eWe1P2M1w_PRA1UvCIMWoJP-x0k1g/s1280/r%202024%20-%2003-18%20020%20Susquehanna.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="color: black;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="1280" height="516" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg891oBj77QquxODsFl_KYGymnOWADtsIWoy5SfG9bU7XKet51PguTA06VfGZRpRnaQpOX6F_0eDqVJx9KVLrR0zJNURsksXKLDB_z-qlIIIPWKcPWv7TxYCA4CHjpgn-ZG0grFtna7pP2EK6a-V9j-DdcplGoU_eWe1P2M1w_PRA1UvCIMWoJP-x0k1g/w688-h516/r%202024%20-%2003-18%20020%20Susquehanna.jpg" width="688" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Though not original to the Carroll family, all of the antique objects placed inside the rooms of this house would have been similar to what the Carroll family may have had. Nothing is placed randomly inside any of the structures at Greenfield Village. The curators carefully consider each and every object before allowing it to become part of the site. </span></td></tr></tbody></table>It helps to give the appearance that someone may live there, whether the house is a showpiece without presenters or one that is in constant historical use (Susquehanna employs both manners of presentation). And it's this type of vigilance that maintains the appropriate period appearance for each building. Every object tells part of the story. Nothing is there by accident, and nothing is there that doesn't support the overall story.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhejy-7pDhJ-eVuu4XRMR8uc9AxV9iV0YksYqT8xLIZPx-f-X2k_i0Fa9Ei45sRliI0psBz3_HI_c2Uxspzu6PGXykDcLygGyI0oEJ_k-71GZ6UFGvpbFJk7jFZQl-cREkuD3mhZwHqVMNpppjG8eS2w8JFvfH81xFnoBCMVkXvqqLwMy7fqirmrlSupw/s1037/r%202024%20-%2003-18%20021%20Susquehanna.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="778" data-original-width="1037" height="517" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhejy-7pDhJ-eVuu4XRMR8uc9AxV9iV0YksYqT8xLIZPx-f-X2k_i0Fa9Ei45sRliI0psBz3_HI_c2Uxspzu6PGXykDcLygGyI0oEJ_k-71GZ6UFGvpbFJk7jFZQl-cREkuD3mhZwHqVMNpppjG8eS2w8JFvfH81xFnoBCMVkXvqqLwMy7fqirmrlSupw/w689-h517/r%202024%20-%2003-18%20021%20Susquehanna.JPG" width="689" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And this includes items in the kitchen.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>Oftentimes, kitchens would have been separated from the rest of the house - an actual separate outbuilding kitchen would have been made. This was for two main reasons: fire prevention and to keep the rest of the house cooler during the hot summer months.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZSTcXqTGzIxun3jeoh0iZI1lymKd5uTEYdrdCWvCiUNPIh8uCm9Cr7JsUwZWD4z_8zKqNeHRlWOzWJLascRbT5qG2tC0wQ1yarkSuFUvl19VLC0dXRbJ_w03tFvqdBsQBJwTWbLt_qJ_y3R5uMGTSv_Qa_-GGz-2zJeLV7Gge0ir8ekeNlcraJWMPag/s864/r%202024%20-%2003-18%20022%20Susquehanna.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="864" data-original-width="648" height="752" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZSTcXqTGzIxun3jeoh0iZI1lymKd5uTEYdrdCWvCiUNPIh8uCm9Cr7JsUwZWD4z_8zKqNeHRlWOzWJLascRbT5qG2tC0wQ1yarkSuFUvl19VLC0dXRbJ_w03tFvqdBsQBJwTWbLt_qJ_y3R5uMGTSv_Qa_-GGz-2zJeLV7Gge0ir8ekeNlcraJWMPag/w564-h752/r%202024%20-%2003-18%20022%20Susquehanna.JPG" width="564" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">See the items high upon the shelves?<br />Those are artifacts. The presenters do not use or even touch them. <br />Whatever they need for cooking is brought in specifically for <br />demonstration purposes and were either made there at the Village <br />(the crocks they use, for instance), or were purchased from vendors <br />who make such items for living history.<br />But the actual artifacts are not to be touched at all.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>In the Susquehanna House, the kitchen was not in a separate building but, instead, was located clear on the opposite end of the structure, therefore being able to keep the added warmth at bay. </div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0cbrTyKjju19Y2Tx12G9Fo3b-_I8h7wwQqNvtlyAcF0_bNA0xQK6EQAgByBfZatUJCs29j9yVRVhJypzW4YW1nlRE8_oGelO5bdLiUO_fuVFPkLsof_3BUdsg6AdGXSUjN5ShD9LK396Rag0sLxU2odxeXixboxCFOG_-ld6PqS-3v64tmMUrXwcWQw/s1037/r%202024%20-%2003-18%20010%20Susquehanna.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="778" data-original-width="1037" height="516" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0cbrTyKjju19Y2Tx12G9Fo3b-_I8h7wwQqNvtlyAcF0_bNA0xQK6EQAgByBfZatUJCs29j9yVRVhJypzW4YW1nlRE8_oGelO5bdLiUO_fuVFPkLsof_3BUdsg6AdGXSUjN5ShD9LK396Rag0sLxU2odxeXixboxCFOG_-ld6PqS-3v64tmMUrXwcWQw/w688-h516/r%202024%20-%2003-18%20010%20Susquehanna.JPG" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Toward the top of this post you will see a photo showing this same kitchen roughly from this same angle before restoration. And here it is as it looks restored to its 19th century glory.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div></div><div>There is also a stairway to the second floor for the servants/slaves. It's not often we as visitors see it being used, however. But I have seen servant/slave stairs in other Victorian kitchens. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5x_HM6nLMeIyI2eMccljPYeszQe7kVQB9_J3DCyAss2MQkj8oue-o40VCTWmouAagxraXUp7KM-KuEPGUeYHdm5M3DGyHHHqMmpxOgO-H9LnhVtBP2Rcqr1XfGE-PIHs_6hXv-hTwNQVPR528EMJvHQeulkOyZ-UskEFIXRBTVujD3orhtT175sLkGA/s909/r%202024%20-%2003-18%20026%20Susquehanna.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="909" data-original-width="682" height="700" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5x_HM6nLMeIyI2eMccljPYeszQe7kVQB9_J3DCyAss2MQkj8oue-o40VCTWmouAagxraXUp7KM-KuEPGUeYHdm5M3DGyHHHqMmpxOgO-H9LnhVtBP2Rcqr1XfGE-PIHs_6hXv-hTwNQVPR528EMJvHQeulkOyZ-UskEFIXRBTVujD3orhtT175sLkGA/w525-h700/r%202024%20-%2003-18%20026%20Susquehanna.JPG" width="525" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">This staircase may have lead to the kitchen slave's quarters,<br />should the slave be permitted to sleep inside the Big House.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWtijZMuwBisuhnyqzKO2mTdYD8oeo74aM5SHTkYgkQ5MraLOAnwh54OeCIqedw4h8s2F6RgDRg2gfTxOBXCwS7h_3ZDH6KQwHNKhFRSZsMWfIN8lszVH5O3aPqScXpvYo0IHN8gsj24LjIQAsumEdF1uzsVMBKd3WtXZRu_AozVn3SG0RoCE2U5MMQQ/s864/r%202024%20-%2003-18%20024%20Susquehanna.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="864" data-original-width="648" height="795" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWtijZMuwBisuhnyqzKO2mTdYD8oeo74aM5SHTkYgkQ5MraLOAnwh54OeCIqedw4h8s2F6RgDRg2gfTxOBXCwS7h_3ZDH6KQwHNKhFRSZsMWfIN8lszVH5O3aPqScXpvYo0IHN8gsj24LjIQAsumEdF1uzsVMBKd3WtXZRu_AozVn3SG0RoCE2U5MMQQ/w597-h795/r%202024%20-%2003-18%20024%20Susquehanna.JPG" width="597" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">From the top of the stairs looking to the kitchen.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih4KSP81CxkBCzof4kdS76a4CRuG8iJPuBJGEK-QpIfn1-MHKOFnlWOm_dpkn2W9yrnBsR7kWy1REhyphenhyphen5G_2zJGZkWMbNGW-vejRunS7zo-ZOEZ-V0ztCAgY2CU4WWj5HLhXOHmqQB-UZDEGaKjX8VuvTTW7qqjrtgD5TCIHgSCzfH0V-QWwhKtww7IpA/s1037/r%202024%20-%2003-18%20025%20Susquehanna.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1037" data-original-width="778" height="778" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih4KSP81CxkBCzof4kdS76a4CRuG8iJPuBJGEK-QpIfn1-MHKOFnlWOm_dpkn2W9yrnBsR7kWy1REhyphenhyphen5G_2zJGZkWMbNGW-vejRunS7zo-ZOEZ-V0ztCAgY2CU4WWj5HLhXOHmqQB-UZDEGaKjX8VuvTTW7qqjrtgD5TCIHgSCzfH0V-QWwhKtww7IpA/w584-h778/r%202024%20-%2003-18%20025%20Susquehanna.JPG" width="584" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Looking out one of the 2nd floor windows<br />I see the Giddings house across the way.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiFXeH8JhhZIje48rEjbj_XfUbhZru4sGP74JJkC1nLtx2DMudA7vnj7vbi37j9ZjEr9pHtmosaLgcgaiGPocDyoBF7IIY0sOXOPqDpYKUdRBe6oOU1Vv0ZOZ7C287q8L7Jp5JvyzOMVVbVoaWZLcigNTtFXLAabakNRXZtHNNNTOYhgcrAoa2ABVUtw/s1078/r%202024%20-%2003-18%20023%20Susquehanna.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="808" data-original-width="1078" height="517" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiFXeH8JhhZIje48rEjbj_XfUbhZru4sGP74JJkC1nLtx2DMudA7vnj7vbi37j9ZjEr9pHtmosaLgcgaiGPocDyoBF7IIY0sOXOPqDpYKUdRBe6oOU1Vv0ZOZ7C287q8L7Jp5JvyzOMVVbVoaWZLcigNTtFXLAabakNRXZtHNNNTOYhgcrAoa2ABVUtw/w689-h517/r%202024%20-%2003-18%20023%20Susquehanna.JPG" width="689" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">This was the large 2nd floor room - I imagine this was the head of the house's bed chamber: belonging to Mr. and Mrs. Carroll.<br />Notice to two small doorways - they allow the slaves to move from one room to another on the 2nd floor, though they would have had to crawl to pass through.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4tqrWq-cCptzJtMQM98aykvUL8ByMrGJ-BOIsWMy4D87sW_6tMiQJXxzNxETVUf38XHoRFNvvzm3jNTHaLSqemfO5_mhVmnFIeOI1_wrv-Rer6vIqxdg2kLqrYdcPhvBLQ8lH7vEVLlH_-dtn0v_eDab8NzFMJHgIOan1U_sLSzoxtmX7LGiS_5TeyA/s933/r%202024%20-%2003-18%20028%20Susquehanna.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="933" data-original-width="700" height="793" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4tqrWq-cCptzJtMQM98aykvUL8ByMrGJ-BOIsWMy4D87sW_6tMiQJXxzNxETVUf38XHoRFNvvzm3jNTHaLSqemfO5_mhVmnFIeOI1_wrv-Rer6vIqxdg2kLqrYdcPhvBLQ8lH7vEVLlH_-dtn0v_eDab8NzFMJHgIOan1U_sLSzoxtmX7LGiS_5TeyA/w595-h793/r%202024%20-%2003-18%20028%20Susquehanna.JPG" width="595" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The stairs leading from the main bedroom to the dining area on the 1st floor.</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div><br /></div></div><div>The Carroll's slaves produced 400 pounds of butter for the year 1860. Ten milk cows provided all the family's needs for dairy products, plus some surplus for sale. The slaves were not allowed to consume any of the dairy products they made.</div><div>So, what do we see behind the house:</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHv4O8En5jomeS5QwA7K542ivyosPODV-f-NYsFCkkt20VVzEDKLPbhzJQtdD_hP31LdNnhPkMKBtJiwknGrwpBsdRjS1lIEFjryQi-UPMvTRoi47cnlcyTZB2NvaJcZXs6WGAPMHTnwxD6ygS65CV-kC0ONsAVUz28Yrhoj6YCypCs0FhlX8G57esXg/s912/r%202024%20-%2003-18%20016%20Susquehanna.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="912" data-original-width="767" height="753" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHv4O8En5jomeS5QwA7K542ivyosPODV-f-NYsFCkkt20VVzEDKLPbhzJQtdD_hP31LdNnhPkMKBtJiwknGrwpBsdRjS1lIEFjryQi-UPMvTRoi47cnlcyTZB2NvaJcZXs6WGAPMHTnwxD6ygS65CV-kC0ONsAVUz28Yrhoj6YCypCs0FhlX8G57esXg/w633-h753/r%202024%20-%2003-18%20016%20Susquehanna.JPG" width="633" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">This structure is the dairy house where slaves separated cream and made butter. <br />Of Susquehanna Plantation's original outbuildings. It is the only one that survives.</span><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Management and presenters at Greenfield Village utilize this house in multiple different fashions, which gives a wonderful history lesson of plantation life in the mid-19th century.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">At Christmas the house is prepared for not only the holiday itself, but also for a New Year's wedding as well.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRdE-Zgp9WyWdsyDj1HsSrIdRp8Y9QbIN6F4yPXlZBN1hxTJjY8Tt6r-QCZ0C-xkKBpNLpgezS-8XPKSnx5FUmz-KnOtKgUMWLrN06oTxTOhULI889X5Bvmu2JVzvzjXvruG4-eEMwTvYdY_xYjAZUqnWFXbv1IFF3ytbMfc2tjxn_p1O3BRJG6ahoBQ/s1037/r%202024%20-%2003-18%20029%20Susquehanna.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="778" data-original-width="1037" height="517" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRdE-Zgp9WyWdsyDj1HsSrIdRp8Y9QbIN6F4yPXlZBN1hxTJjY8Tt6r-QCZ0C-xkKBpNLpgezS-8XPKSnx5FUmz-KnOtKgUMWLrN06oTxTOhULI889X5Bvmu2JVzvzjXvruG4-eEMwTvYdY_xYjAZUqnWFXbv1IFF3ytbMfc2tjxn_p1O3BRJG6ahoBQ/w689-h517/r%202024%20-%2003-18%20029%20Susquehanna.JPG" width="689" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The Carroll wedding table is all set to go as the rest of the house is ready for Christmas.</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>Next to the wedding dress, the biggest part of a wedding is the ceremony itself. 19th-century couples often held the ceremony at the home of the bride and it typically took place around noon. A short affair, it included an exchange of vows and a dinner feast and dancing afterwards.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipE2EyC9nhMXT-aL6XtA0oF4n9jRTJh3edD2R6BIsy-3Bb-kKGCcgFU26bum0S_0CMSr0asJioltb34TZu-j0U2OSRMXImbYrgkc7VpKQ3Dva-6Iy4WmXcBb0LBJf7Z5JoF-CVV5PuHNb-2VEDBblTVINPN-lb1UC-HbURUiqGWDCZnapjff-yHuKCnw/s1037/r%202024%20-%2003-18%20030%20Susquehanna.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="778" data-original-width="1037" height="515" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipE2EyC9nhMXT-aL6XtA0oF4n9jRTJh3edD2R6BIsy-3Bb-kKGCcgFU26bum0S_0CMSr0asJioltb34TZu-j0U2OSRMXImbYrgkc7VpKQ3Dva-6Iy4WmXcBb0LBJf7Z5JoF-CVV5PuHNb-2VEDBblTVINPN-lb1UC-HbURUiqGWDCZnapjff-yHuKCnw/w687-h515/r%202024%20-%2003-18%20030%20Susquehanna.JPG" width="687" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">It is not always been traditional to have a June wedding. In Victorian America, many weddings took place on New Year's Day. </span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>The custom of the father giving away his daughter, the exchanging of rings, and having a reception were all practiced in 19th-century America. Typically, the reception was held at the bride's house where toasts were made and games and dancing entertained the guests.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFVfK60aA9o4SD13W8MCgUn6WfA81Fut5Kr_Gwa9CYEWyZCiVTmAFjr2XiliMIsWdGBr8vh_BqPb-18LaVXoOO_79ogTbKmgpSjChHIS9Di6CI_0m8Xn0T5v877yxGm1whP46xvXZwjW0zGIXZ0cRk4YV0fnY-wP-L707JNEX3TdP_kTu1goGGFkinbA/s1037/r%202024%20-%2003-18%20031%20Susquehanna.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="778" data-original-width="1037" height="517" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFVfK60aA9o4SD13W8MCgUn6WfA81Fut5Kr_Gwa9CYEWyZCiVTmAFjr2XiliMIsWdGBr8vh_BqPb-18LaVXoOO_79ogTbKmgpSjChHIS9Di6CI_0m8Xn0T5v877yxGm1whP46xvXZwjW0zGIXZ0cRk4YV0fnY-wP-L707JNEX3TdP_kTu1goGGFkinbA/w689-h517/r%202024%20-%2003-18%20031%20Susquehanna.JPG" width="689" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">This shows a white wedding dress, but more often than not, the bride did not wear white.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div>Summertime gives visitors the opportunity to listen to slave stories in the various skits. </div><div>Again, slavery is not presented lightly. Rather, it is well done in an <i>effective</i> manner. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBegDxB8bmtDKMr0a46c4m5qzaEtEUJEwdOjwizMXHHImRJa72q-FmQlN8nWZfkq6PFOkbzA5dpCLFtXRsx7WGivzMEc1fU1r21X23RbDrMOSTL2_BDwoDqJEbSOWNDzwABXZW_IZpU2c0rykkvoUPHjJ02X38C8UqM_3M83moJ2ImVDMo0vVLokJ3Ww/s1136/r%202024%20-%2003-18%20032%20Susquehanna.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="852" data-original-width="1136" height="515" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBegDxB8bmtDKMr0a46c4m5qzaEtEUJEwdOjwizMXHHImRJa72q-FmQlN8nWZfkq6PFOkbzA5dpCLFtXRsx7WGivzMEc1fU1r21X23RbDrMOSTL2_BDwoDqJEbSOWNDzwABXZW_IZpU2c0rykkvoUPHjJ02X38C8UqM_3M83moJ2ImVDMo0vVLokJ3Ww/w687-h515/r%202024%20-%2003-18%20032%20Susquehanna.JPG" width="687" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>Madelyn fully gets into the spirit of telling what slavery was like, and one <br />can't but help </span><span>to be drawn into her world - a </span><i>life</i></span><span><span style="font-size: medium;"> - of 1850s Maryland.</span><br /></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBew6bpZgOUZ3mF-wl0jUDACp6_xZgXDa5doe2gDeHRA_QJkeJsJx2RQSseXUQgWYQiw2bBI4mFMob4DV_gpSh5hiCKl5cNe945U9wRVBjy9qusw_HhCAiEkN004wG5aM49YY5_7ht1qVvlCqcaaBeEeGe2Ms3OVEeTXSI-dky4j4GRr3J-yIh97iq1Q/s1136/r%202024%20-%2003-18%20033%20Susquehanna.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="852" data-original-width="1136" height="515" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBew6bpZgOUZ3mF-wl0jUDACp6_xZgXDa5doe2gDeHRA_QJkeJsJx2RQSseXUQgWYQiw2bBI4mFMob4DV_gpSh5hiCKl5cNe945U9wRVBjy9qusw_HhCAiEkN004wG5aM49YY5_7ht1qVvlCqcaaBeEeGe2Ms3OVEeTXSI-dky4j4GRr3J-yIh97iq1Q/w687-h515/r%202024%20-%2003-18%20033%20Susquehanna.JPG" width="687" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">It is a true learning experience.</span></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZlw7Mn9X6WRg1KxYDU-7uT6lhS6EEmiJlpFmsIa42dNPimYASseYAiVnNKSb7TCiwphHAmSP12XsMHoOF3LSWe3AqVG95ke5Scti2tNVN78r8_781Mf3SxYywZ5g-FoU_4Y9nH238HbYd63I7VrY2QrpLQ1VvZgobqVoQoI5hVYzbdaT45ZSCkPtH_A/s1037/r%202024%20-%2003-18%20034%20Susquehanna.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="color: black;"><img border="0" data-original-height="778" data-original-width="1037" height="527" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZlw7Mn9X6WRg1KxYDU-7uT6lhS6EEmiJlpFmsIa42dNPimYASseYAiVnNKSb7TCiwphHAmSP12XsMHoOF3LSWe3AqVG95ke5Scti2tNVN78r8_781Mf3SxYywZ5g-FoU_4Y9nH238HbYd63I7VrY2QrpLQ1VvZgobqVoQoI5hVYzbdaT45ZSCkPtH_A/w702-h527/r%202024%20-%2003-18%20034%20Susquehanna.JPG" width="702" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A telling of the tale "Br'er Rabbit"</span></td></tr></tbody></table>Brer Rabbit is/was a trickster figure originating in African folklore and transmitted by African slaves to the New World, where it acquired attributes of similar American tricksters. "Br'er," as used here, means brother or bruh - a title before a man's first name. The words Brer and bruh both originated as written forms of a spoken alteration of the word brother that is used especially in southern African American English.<div>"Br'er Rabbit" was one of my personal favorite stories as a young child, and to hear Madeline and Tony tell the tale in a way it was meant to be heard just gave me goose bumps.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-large;"><b>.</b></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCxHc_IWSdX79_GeGL2u1qyA08DcHkgIX4fKqrilprfnrbnVjNeydR_pP1pf75xwySwbCcz5F0EIPBMeZxslsAlujkN6b_E1oOBeZfua04PhmLBZ1DgoIeBPYPSqD96psTxjLwsxvdH6c3EV2gaeI7pv8KJc18rvjJdnsY4u5mlAprjPVU6BESHxzCYg/s1022/r%202024%20-%2003-11%20035%20Susquehanna.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="767" data-original-width="1022" height="518" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCxHc_IWSdX79_GeGL2u1qyA08DcHkgIX4fKqrilprfnrbnVjNeydR_pP1pf75xwySwbCcz5F0EIPBMeZxslsAlujkN6b_E1oOBeZfua04PhmLBZ1DgoIeBPYPSqD96psTxjLwsxvdH6c3EV2gaeI7pv8KJc18rvjJdnsY4u5mlAprjPVU6BESHxzCYg/w690-h518/r%202024%20-%2003-11%20035%20Susquehanna.JPG" width="690" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">There is always more to the story when it comes to studying and hearing about the past, <br />and this is especially true when one visits historical houses, such as Susquehanna.</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>The interpreters of history in museums can only give so much information in their presentation before it becomes rather tedious to many of those listening who would rather have the icing on the cake rather than the filling. That's where these blog posts come in. And the deeper I dig into the past - finding the little known stories - of these historic structures, the more I've come to realize just how much history is in each one.</div><div><div><div>I commend all of the researchers and historians who not only took the initiative to find the truth about the history of this house, but were not afraid to make the necessary changes in its presentation. Sometimes it can be awfully hard to admit a mistake had been made, especially to one as big as this. The staff at The Henry Ford learned this, researched it to make certain, and then corrected the mistakes.</div><div>Kudos and bravo!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="color: red;">O</span> 0 <span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: medium;"><b>O</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;">Sources for this post came from the staff of the Henry Ford</div><div style="text-align: left;">Benson Ford Research Library</div><div style="text-align: left;">Various guidebooks of Greenfield Village</div><div style="text-align: left;">and from an article written by <a href="https://orb.binghamton.edu/cgi/viewcontent.cgi?referer=&httpsredir=1&article=1119&context=neha">Julia A. King</a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div><div><div><div><a href="http://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2013/02/the-1832-ackley-covered-bridge.html">Ackley Covered Bridge </a><a href="http://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2013/02/the-1832-ackley-covered-bridge.html">1832</a><br />At one time, covered bridges were commonplace. Not so much anymore. But Greenfield Village has one from 1832.</div><div><br /></div><div><div>Daggett House (<a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2016/02/bringing-historic-homes-to-life-daggett.html">part one</a>)</div><div>Learn about the 18th century house and the family who lived there.</div><div><br /></div><div>Daggett House (<a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2020/08/the-seasonal-changes-at-1750-daggett.html">part two</a>)</div><div>This concentrates more on the everyday life of the 18th century Daggett family, including ledger entries.</div><div><br /></div><div>Daggett House <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/09/sam-daggetts-house-its-history-before.html">(part three)</a></div><div>Learn about the Daggett House before it was brought to Greenfield Village.</div><br /><a href="http://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2010/03/world-of-19th-century-country-doctor.html">Doc Howard's Office - The World of a 19th century Doctor</a><br />It's 1850 and you're sick. Who are you going to call on? Why, good ol' Doc Howard, of course!</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/04/historic-structures-brought-to-life.html">Eagle Tavern</a></div><div>Taverns were the heart and soul and pipeline of early America. The Eagle Tavern, built in 1831, is one of the most famous of its time on Old US 12, and still is today at Greenfield Village.</div><div>Here's why.<br /><br /><b>~</b>Edison Posts:<br /><div><a href="http://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2012/04/tales-of-everyday-life-in-menlo-park-or.html">Tales of Everyday Life in Menlo Park (or Francis Jehl: A Young Boy's Experience Working at Menlo Park)</a><br />Menlo Park is brought to life by one who was there. First-hand accounts.</div><div><br /></div><div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2020/03/michigan-train-depots-edison-route-from.html">Michigan Train Depots: The Edison Route</a> </div><div>Follow the route that Thomas Edison took as he rode and worked on the rails in the early 1860s, including the Smiths Creek Depot.</div></div> </div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/03/historic-structures-brought-to-life.html">Farris Windmill</a></div><div>The oldest windmill on Cape Cod is not on cape Cod - - it's in Michigan!</div><div>Lots of interesting things about this wonderful piece of Americana from 1633.</div><div><br /><a href="http://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2011/02/firestone-farm-at-greenfield-village.html">Firestone Farm at Greenfield Village</a><br />Learn about the boyhood home of Harvey Firestone, the tire magnate.<br /><br /><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2017/03/bringing-historic-homes-to-life.html">The Giddings House</a><br />Revolutionary War and possible George Washington ties are within the hallowed walls of this beautiful stately colonial home.</div><div><br /></div><div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2019/01/bringing-historic-structures-to-life-jr.html">J.R. Jones General Store</a></div><div>Recreating this store to its 1880s appearance was extremely important as the overall goal, and so accurately reproduced items were needed to accomplish the end result, for many original objects were rare or too fragile, with some being in too poor condition. </div></div><div><br /></div><div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2012/11/lincoln.html">Logan County Court House</a> - </div><div>Research has shown that, as a young attorney, Abraham Lincoln once practiced law in this walnut clapboard building. I think this post will make you realize just how close to history you actually are when you step inside.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/06/historic-buildings-brought-to-life.html">Loranger Gristmill</a> -</div><div>This necessity of early village life was built in Monroe, Michigan in the early 1830s. </div><div>Here's its story.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/01/historic-homes-brought-to-life-17891790.html">McGuffey Cabin</a></div><div>Built in the late 18th century, with some slight modifications from its original style, this is one of the oldest original American log cabins still in existence. </div><div><br /></div><div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2012/02/mills-or-zap-you-are-now-in-1850-and.html">Mills</a> </div><div>General overview.</div><div>These buildings were once a part of everyday life in American villages and towns and cities - including the Gunsolly Carding Mill, the Loranger Gristmill, Farris Windmill, Hanks Silk Mill, Cider Mill, and the Spofford and the Tripps Saw Mills, all in one post!</div></div><div><br /><a href="http://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2014/07/noah-webster-forgotten-founding-father.html">Noah Webster House</a><br />A quick overview of the life of this fascinating but forgotten Founding Father whose home, which was nearly razed for a parking lot, is now located in Greenfield Village.<br /><br /><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2018/02/bringing-historic-homes-to-life.html">The Plympton House</a><br />This house, with its long history (including American Indians) has close ties to Paul Revere himself!<br /><br /><a href="http://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2012/05/preserving-history.html">Preserving History</a><br />Henry Ford did more for preserving everyday life of the 18th and 19th centuries than anyone else! Here's proof.</div><div><br /></div><div><div><a href="http://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2010/10/world-of-19th-century-repair-shop-or.html">Richart Carriage Shop</a><br />This building was much more than a carriage shop in the 19th century!</div><br /></div><div>And for some haunted fun, <br /><a href="http://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2015/04/ghosts-of-greenfield-village.html">Ghosts of Greenfield Village</a><br />Yep - real hauntings take place in this historic Village.</div><div>Bonafide?</div><div>You decide.</div><div><br /></div></div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2022/02/hallowed-ground-visiting-original.html">Hallowed Ground: </a><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2022/02/hallowed-ground-visiting-original.html">The Original Locations of Greenfield Village Buildings</a> - </div><div>Virtually each structure inside Greenfield Village has come from another location, I took on a project to seek out the original locations of many of the more localized buildings and visited where they first were built and walked that hallowed ground.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2018/05/a-behind-scenes-look-at-greenfield.html">Behind the Scenes at Greenfield Village - Object Placement and Clothing</a></div><div>Nothing is placed randomly inside the structures at Greenfield Village. The curators carefully consider each and every object before allowing it to become part of the site. </div><div>And the Clothing Studio at The Henry Ford covers over 250 years of fashion (from 1760 onward) and is the premier museum costume shop in the country.</div></div><div><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">~ </span> ~ <span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: medium;"><b>~</b></span></div></div></div>Historical Kenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04979801752112100293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56451385109293718.post-55476795977642860822024-03-04T14:08:00.002-05:002024-03-04T15:19:40.255-05:00Commemorating George Washington - - and Presenting as Paul Revere<div style="text-align: left;">The previous opportunity I had to dress in my period clothing was at our <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2024/02/winter-cabin-excursion-1774-upping-our.html">winter cabin excursion</a> in late January. That seemed like such a long time ago, even though it was only a few weeks earlier. But time tends to move at a different pace during certain times of the year.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Well, late February and early March brought a few more chances to get dressed and travel back in time.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuj1vmEPphVVFq8xbiWw5DvtUEIYaB1RMTkqxZQ9s0tF0FLeI7OXktgri5VHtPGYut3YV5LG1G5N7lJ-DOkXl3czLhYFkIOAe_ns0gM_20CNTPT1Ti7BW8ju224x1T6AJzX0F3bBRxb10I1s3Yy2WQU-_N9DruOEO8aMVsH28fKADnfTWtr8A8jywNvA/s849/r%202024%20-%2003-04%20022%20Washington%20and%20Revere.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="530" data-original-width="849" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuj1vmEPphVVFq8xbiWw5DvtUEIYaB1RMTkqxZQ9s0tF0FLeI7OXktgri5VHtPGYut3YV5LG1G5N7lJ-DOkXl3czLhYFkIOAe_ns0gM_20CNTPT1Ti7BW8ju224x1T6AJzX0F3bBRxb10I1s3Yy2WQU-_N9DruOEO8aMVsH28fKADnfTWtr8A8jywNvA/w400-h250/r%202024%20-%2003-04%20022%20Washington%20and%20Revere.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">As it should still be~<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;">As the title of this post hints, a few of us gathered together to commemorate the 292nd anniversary of the birth of The Father of Our Country, George Washington.</div><div style="text-align: left;">In previous celebrations for this largest of the Founders, we've held the party at the old (1872) Eastpointe school house. However, the school house has been closed for the winter months this year so I offered up my "<a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2020/07/accenting-my-journey-through-time-18th.html">Greenfield Village Room</a>" in my own house to hold the assembly. Tony Gerring is the person who puts this all together, and though he initially had reservations, for he's not ever seen my period room before, once he came by he knew it would serve this purpose well. In fact, he gave me a number of compliments on how this room closely resembles a room from the 18th century.</div><div style="text-align: left;">I take that as a very high compliment.</div><div style="text-align: left;">I appreciate it.</div><div style="text-align: left;">As my story goes, it was when I was eyeing the replicated <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2019/03/kitchens-through-time-putting-our.html">historic kitchens</a> inside the Henry Ford Museum when I came up with the idea of doing my own sort of diorama.</div><div style="text-align: left;">I think it turned out fairly well:</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAsOzkWM9hOsoeLbcUOkzthnE0qXZe2dnzNL3BWwKOzsKVmpFgMRjlpAkHWmbQtS_yAervAMwVzdEtNAtr2nwewz21E8DoZnZ2Tn2wFOCIxn8BhOSsvTFJ_mTn9d3hm-vN-1b9-zSF6BvU-XegxybJKB4iF98WYtA5cKGXFSSJ0IW_g1XzSnSwMfknCQ/s1200/r%202024%20-%2003-04%20026%20Washington%20and%20Revere.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="457" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAsOzkWM9hOsoeLbcUOkzthnE0qXZe2dnzNL3BWwKOzsKVmpFgMRjlpAkHWmbQtS_yAervAMwVzdEtNAtr2nwewz21E8DoZnZ2Tn2wFOCIxn8BhOSsvTFJ_mTn9d3hm-vN-1b9-zSF6BvU-XegxybJKB4iF98WYtA5cKGXFSSJ0IW_g1XzSnSwMfknCQ/w687-h457/r%202024%20-%2003-04%20026%20Washington%20and%20Revere.jpg" width="687" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A life-size diorama based mainly on the Daggett great hall.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">So, let's start this off with a number of photos taken that day and evening:</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyD9HNIeg6m3dNieS767a1fecIotecUymNq76OinJeSYSWG1-u9K2TPb0SzKxjg83eswdLXmzjOXRGdxZg8aKrKf-9-gPWJB80R2Ctq3UzcO0dnO9vjI6nLhQi9s2SqRofqBaYTx3M2x0porlyH3QNVXPBBwIo1VUc_FVT7m6L3sNcoXE54vDzM9EcNw/s1189/r%202024%20-%2003-04%20007%20Washington%20and%20Revere.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="789" data-original-width="1189" height="457" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyD9HNIeg6m3dNieS767a1fecIotecUymNq76OinJeSYSWG1-u9K2TPb0SzKxjg83eswdLXmzjOXRGdxZg8aKrKf-9-gPWJB80R2Ctq3UzcO0dnO9vjI6nLhQi9s2SqRofqBaYTx3M2x0porlyH3QNVXPBBwIo1VUc_FVT7m6L3sNcoXE54vDzM9EcNw/w691-h457/r%202024%20-%2003-04%20007%20Washington%20and%20Revere.jpg" width="691" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>Come gather 'round people wherever you roam...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>the present now will later be past~</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Our annual group shot - - - - - candle lit </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">~My favorite photo of the night!</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;">"Washington's Birthday" became an official holiday in 1885, when President Chester Arthur signed a bill stating so. Meanwhile, there was President Lincoln's birthday on Feb. 12, which never became a federal holiday but was celebrated as a legal holiday in many states outside the old Confederacy.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Today, we celebrate Washington’s Birthday on the third Monday of February each year—the result of the 1968 law mandating that a number of federal holidays occur on Mondays.</div><div style="text-align: left;">However, <i>our</i> celebration took place on Saturday, February 24!</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFZwFK1V7Q9KNi0vrOEzVipqeZli6dqfWjy68NBBeDT838w-_fIfORylJZNYdvAcZQb7niDHWkOiRLOzUUzccpqa7im7yNVSZWBjkYF9l7D7B7FdVlAASTFZmKtjsghJt0vtdyfx59VNkt-H-TJdCKjJsbrVR0Fc5tk0i0JtaRhsa2iPM0zlelfTZ6tQ/s840/r%202024%20-%2003-04%20001%20Washington%20and%20Revere.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFZwFK1V7Q9KNi0vrOEzVipqeZli6dqfWjy68NBBeDT838w-_fIfORylJZNYdvAcZQb7niDHWkOiRLOzUUzccpqa7im7yNVSZWBjkYF9l7D7B7FdVlAASTFZmKtjsghJt0vtdyfx59VNkt-H-TJdCKjJsbrVR0Fc5tk0i0JtaRhsa2iPM0zlelfTZ6tQ/w426-h640/r%202024%20-%2003-04%20001%20Washington%20and%20Revere.jpg" width="426" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Tony Gerring - the Founder of the Feast!<br />Notice the shadow portraits on the wall behind:<br />George Washington<br />Martha Washington<br />And one I had made of myself years ago<br />when I was in Colonial Williamsburg.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>George Washington was actually born in Virginia on February 11, 1731, according to the then-used Julian calendar. In 1752, however, Britain and all its colonies adopted the Gregorian calendar, which moved Washington's birthday a year and 11 days to February 22, 1732.</div><div>A year and 11 days??</div><div>But, how can that be?</div><div>New Year's Day had been celebrated on March 25 under the Julian calendar in Great Britain and its colonies, but with the introduction of the Gregorian Calendar in 1752, New Year's Day was now observed on January 1. When New Year's Day was celebrated on March 25th, March 24 of one year was followed by March 25 of the following year. When the Gregorian calendar reform changed New Year's Day from March 25 to January 1, the year of George Washington's birth, because it took place in February, changed from 1731 to 1732. In the Julian Calendar his birth date is Feb 11, 1731, and in the Gregorian Calendar it is Feb 22, 1732. Double dating was used in Great Britain and its colonies including America to clarify dates occurring between January 1st and March 24th on the years between 1582, the date of the original introduction of the Gregorian calendar, and 1752, when Great Britain adopted the calendar.</div><div>Did you get all that?</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_Vkip0gPh57jN1Ru_1BV5HG_BKDajxJ7lJqihybD_ZGKsa4F_PluAc1vnpHzaQk3fSaJhNpUEExB0BIMgIVssezVkTUXNNlK8dJKRe6ICNiVHnystvAOIgxIfs64qJkuz9OhepA95ljLutpuMit8Q2tcJpDuTImrjZ35jCxsla6s1FKO9PJY15LQrAQ/s2048/r%202024%20-%2003-04%20002%20Washington%20and%20Revere.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="color: black;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1520" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_Vkip0gPh57jN1Ru_1BV5HG_BKDajxJ7lJqihybD_ZGKsa4F_PluAc1vnpHzaQk3fSaJhNpUEExB0BIMgIVssezVkTUXNNlK8dJKRe6ICNiVHnystvAOIgxIfs64qJkuz9OhepA95ljLutpuMit8Q2tcJpDuTImrjZ35jCxsla6s1FKO9PJY15LQrAQ/w476-h640/r%202024%20-%2003-04%20002%20Washington%20and%20Revere.jpg" width="476" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Jenny & Amy - - </span></td></tr></tbody></table>George was the oldest son of Augustine and Mary (Ball). His birthplace is located in Westmoreland County, Virginia, at Popes Creek Plantation (also known as Wakefield), with the plantation house, which was probably a simple one, built by his father, Augustine Washington, in the 1720s. Augustine, with his wife (and George's mother, Mary Ball) controlled a plantation of 1300 acres with several outbuildings and twenty to twenty-five slaves from this home.<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif1gjKCQ72XQMBDa2QqZdXYaNVdyQzrxdrEhVyGIsKuq_AubWB74udMxne4x84H7bg5gNbc8Ap4qXBxmK9X06idbGX32pLms1OWlxr0C2kdNeQmJCoCHZiDvGZ6mK9Czt9dEAacIY2dX2JvLYpjsuW8RQF5MfCwqAdqpz9VnYrevWQotoIiRFFbbLUwQ/s1200/r%202024%20-%2003-04%20003%20Washington%20and%20Revere.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="color: black;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="459" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif1gjKCQ72XQMBDa2QqZdXYaNVdyQzrxdrEhVyGIsKuq_AubWB74udMxne4x84H7bg5gNbc8Ap4qXBxmK9X06idbGX32pLms1OWlxr0C2kdNeQmJCoCHZiDvGZ6mK9Czt9dEAacIY2dX2JvLYpjsuW8RQF5MfCwqAdqpz9VnYrevWQotoIiRFFbbLUwQ/w690-h459/r%202024%20-%2003-04%20003%20Washington%20and%20Revere.jpg" width="690" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ken Roberts & Greg - - - </span></td></tr></tbody></table>The family moved away from Popes Creek when George was only three.<div><div>It is unfortunate that the house was destroyed by fire about sixty years later, in 1779. Later, Washington's step-grandson, George Washington Parke Custis, placed a stone marker on the site in 1815 or 1816 commemorating his grandfather's birthplace, explaining, </div><div><i>"Here On the 11th of February, 1732, Washington Was Born."</i></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_r8MNe7yp2FMXw1EbH_IGUHX-Titw6sNdmj2EX04gQdZyRQ6CmlXNqsHR1f931CwkiGdrG1wNgd8GMGkokvvl9xy-UTB9S5AHMADzLevvE02mDEkVwVgA614SR4RTVbvgC2v99fxB1ctUNUs1WlEvdfTo1Z5jZSSjXQosX8NUNMcmINI2PiKU0d72LA/s1200/r%202024%20-%2003-04%20004%20Washington%20and%20Revere.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="color: black;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="457" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_r8MNe7yp2FMXw1EbH_IGUHX-Titw6sNdmj2EX04gQdZyRQ6CmlXNqsHR1f931CwkiGdrG1wNgd8GMGkokvvl9xy-UTB9S5AHMADzLevvE02mDEkVwVgA614SR4RTVbvgC2v99fxB1ctUNUs1WlEvdfTo1Z5jZSSjXQosX8NUNMcmINI2PiKU0d72LA/w687-h457/r%202024%20-%2003-04%20004%20Washington%20and%20Revere.jpg" width="687" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Debbie & Mark - - </span>- </td></tr></tbody></table>Yet despite the holiday often being referred to as “Presidents’ Day” in practice, the official federal holiday is actually still “Washington’s Birthday.” When George Washington himself was alive, people honored the occasion with balls and banquets. The celebration continued after his death as a way to remember what America’s first president did for the Nation.<br /><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoP6HrZwPFZg6psh39FbbJQVw67xFYQbRpDhrxfyqCpcvR-tyVv1jqQCF8Z30Ba3_8IGG7j9a760d_XlJ0s_GyvmINHHHGmHFvrzSzKlXk-DtH44rrUw1PKR2IZFliALpeZWhpAHIciZ0iGsk4G7WJQnnkbs8iGEw_P0X2KRfRre8MPgImQtMm_QCsKQ/s1200/r%202024%20-%2003-04%20005%20Washington%20and%20Revere.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoP6HrZwPFZg6psh39FbbJQVw67xFYQbRpDhrxfyqCpcvR-tyVv1jqQCF8Z30Ba3_8IGG7j9a760d_XlJ0s_GyvmINHHHGmHFvrzSzKlXk-DtH44rrUw1PKR2IZFliALpeZWhpAHIciZ0iGsk4G7WJQnnkbs8iGEw_P0X2KRfRre8MPgImQtMm_QCsKQ/w688-h458/r%202024%20-%2003-04%20005%20Washington%20and%20Revere.jpg" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A toast!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Washington's Birthday has a history as old as our country. It was celebrated publicly for the first time in the late 18th century, while George Washington was still president.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Also, a toast to Tony from his father (Norm, who could not take part due to illness) on the 50th year of the 1st Pennsylvania reenacting group!</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div>I am very glad that there are those keeping the tradition alive in celebrating our 1st President's birth. We need to never forget who our founders were and celebrate all the good they did in developing our nation.</div><div>Nor should we forget the not-so-good.</div><div>Put it <i>all </i> in a mixing bowl and tell the whole story.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiblFNnHbqpE_fpbKU5jNLGkXAriVek-712LFgQvqt9iix7d_RSx62KKnh9CXF1gPHRDMo5qY3mMdIDmacQqqGJ4izXPNdG1UxbW0XqUbiVVgzzjLSijT3kAC228Id6Hc4Hja-lGJXCO8-c9OOqRbLeQPpMXYX5-kmYQPFEOuLPkuEAQyzJMy2S2wvVHg/s960/r%202024%20-%2003-04%20009%20Washington%20and%20Revere.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="958" data-original-width="960" height="638" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiblFNnHbqpE_fpbKU5jNLGkXAriVek-712LFgQvqt9iix7d_RSx62KKnh9CXF1gPHRDMo5qY3mMdIDmacQqqGJ4izXPNdG1UxbW0XqUbiVVgzzjLSijT3kAC228Id6Hc4Hja-lGJXCO8-c9OOqRbLeQPpMXYX5-kmYQPFEOuLPkuEAQyzJMy2S2wvVHg/w640-h638/r%202024%20-%2003-04%20009%20Washington%20and%20Revere.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Jennifer Long - - - </span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div>I enjoyed getting the candles lit as the sun went down. It gave strong colonial-period atmosphere.<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWWwjp0iXWdzSUyo-1gEgtKWJoAgOse3Y6t0rReA1rU-xCI-2h3Ptu8ZtMkuP22KudGcWVYDvYtnMRLyYynNGg0L2bpy7QpKd5wqX6XK7cECLBFiLvNXl54eiACPxx0wmxVrUmRSLvvWdGyp7VtzYGJJWMe2imUxNkY5uoh3STfLrZmHNOLJutBXcaLA/s2048/r%202024%20-%2003-04%20010%20Washington%20and%20Revere.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWWwjp0iXWdzSUyo-1gEgtKWJoAgOse3Y6t0rReA1rU-xCI-2h3Ptu8ZtMkuP22KudGcWVYDvYtnMRLyYynNGg0L2bpy7QpKd5wqX6XK7cECLBFiLvNXl54eiACPxx0wmxVrUmRSLvvWdGyp7VtzYGJJWMe2imUxNkY5uoh3STfLrZmHNOLJutBXcaLA/w480-h640/r%202024%20-%2003-04%20010%20Washington%20and%20Revere.jpg" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ken & Greg - - </span></td></tr></tbody></table><br />And it is always good to have friends over - friends who enjoy the past in the same manner as myself.<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7tNria3kIFo7w92yvJkJ5Hsw5OGpmnkZbyFsZ_UK8-Yw0DS7XRug-4P90soQfMYtC4BxuyWIgQIdsZy42CaxKoSUZdzTFChQzjE7FVHHXClCh18T5pXtIsUyutHSqjtAj9sPsZYczyGpBWXGxF6MpYsWqp5dF8SsW6pIIEbIqpZmEmRW2_Msv56a8xg/s964/r%202024%20-%2003-04%20006%20Washington%20and%20Revere.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="964" data-original-width="800" height="704" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7tNria3kIFo7w92yvJkJ5Hsw5OGpmnkZbyFsZ_UK8-Yw0DS7XRug-4P90soQfMYtC4BxuyWIgQIdsZy42CaxKoSUZdzTFChQzjE7FVHHXClCh18T5pXtIsUyutHSqjtAj9sPsZYczyGpBWXGxF6MpYsWqp5dF8SsW6pIIEbIqpZmEmRW2_Msv56a8xg/w586-h704/r%202024%20-%2003-04%20006%20Washington%20and%20Revere.jpg" width="586" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I do very much enjoy when I can host a period gathering such as this!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We added this room onto our home because we wanted to sort of pay homage to Greenfield Village. Little did I know then that we would also be paying homage to the founders of the past, and the past itself!</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp5_k77FBXXKBP4ddZgdDwE-fW7CY1Dao0Cet9SLcpdUVDaF0Use38FqvXFOolYYqXacrb7hcD5MsvYlvYmhccph3VpkAd-O8RJVOOSo41x4NwIYkbEBOJSqopdvbIN5M1KzKp5XT4POcA2NyETS5CobLg7mD8SrirsOWcS9hvxjXxVDzjal77zf2nNA/s1200/r%202024%20-%2003-04%20008%20Washington%20and%20Revere.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="463" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp5_k77FBXXKBP4ddZgdDwE-fW7CY1Dao0Cet9SLcpdUVDaF0Use38FqvXFOolYYqXacrb7hcD5MsvYlvYmhccph3VpkAd-O8RJVOOSo41x4NwIYkbEBOJSqopdvbIN5M1KzKp5XT4POcA2NyETS5CobLg7mD8SrirsOWcS9hvxjXxVDzjal77zf2nNA/w695-h463/r%202024%20-%2003-04%20008%20Washington%20and%20Revere.jpg" width="695" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">My wife snapped this shot of me after everyone left.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgToWh4cd9iV-BypGHqFyWV3HpcG2ae50x-Urt48d_cEceI72ge8-o3knzgflAe3QJOF1cLVnkYCceFlUscFr5Ig4G3JYmiXngd_ZRPRaKIMjmlJaNEBydfXLlQJrBcbufLUHDZhv8wzDG0eahNUnfwYhb6cBnYbdZCzjXtTim453IH4t4fUweOOU98ww/s1920/r%202024%20-%2003-04%20024%20Washington%20and%20Revere.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1920" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgToWh4cd9iV-BypGHqFyWV3HpcG2ae50x-Urt48d_cEceI72ge8-o3knzgflAe3QJOF1cLVnkYCceFlUscFr5Ig4G3JYmiXngd_ZRPRaKIMjmlJaNEBydfXLlQJrBcbufLUHDZhv8wzDG0eahNUnfwYhb6cBnYbdZCzjXtTim453IH4t4fUweOOU98ww/w640-h360/r%202024%20-%2003-04%20024%20Washington%20and%20Revere.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A true Patriot~<br />I may not have agreed with everything he did (Jay Treaty & Whiskey Rebellion),<br />he is still my favorite president.</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM6XJ9ucllMoqTWxGZly-Iyli-l9pYkunMrav5BB2hxoWKrxhJOXlEL_1NN7Doy3j7nqOlvvPEIt_cZNr6CqDwsq80Bysn4obk7i82Xc75BcT6suopx0s4BykRB3nxWH8a0B1iU-Z0-ftwiGWUY2uv0oVkCCAl3IDTMmu1n-u422ZwAU7cYb41vmD6Uw/s640/r%202024%20-%2003-04%20023%20Washington%20and%20Revere.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="453" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM6XJ9ucllMoqTWxGZly-Iyli-l9pYkunMrav5BB2hxoWKrxhJOXlEL_1NN7Doy3j7nqOlvvPEIt_cZNr6CqDwsq80Bysn4obk7i82Xc75BcT6suopx0s4BykRB3nxWH8a0B1iU-Z0-ftwiGWUY2uv0oVkCCAl3IDTMmu1n-u422ZwAU7cYb41vmD6Uw/w340-h453/r%202024%20-%2003-04%20023%20Washington%20and%20Revere.jpg" width="340" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The sign says it all~</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Only a week after, another opportunity arose to get back into my period colonial clothing, this time for the <a href="https://paintcreekfolkloresociety.org/">Paint Creek Folklore Society</a> out of Rochester (not too far north of Detroit). The Paint Creel Folklore Society are a wonderful group of musicians who play all kinds of stringed instruments, from the hammered dulcimer to the guitar to the fiddle and banjo and even the piano. Larissa & I had presented our Colonial Farm Life talk about six or seven years before to the same group in the same area, and they remembered that we also portrayed ourselves as Sybil Ludington and Paul Revere, plus the addition of Benjamin Franklin (Bob Stark).</div><div style="text-align: left;">It had been about a year since doing this Patriots presentation, and it certainly felt good to be with Larissa and Bob in this capacity once again.</div><div style="text-align: left;">It felt good, too, that we explained that we are at the beginning of America's 250th (more on that shortly)~</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbDzmqU1E4qFSgGLsCBrYR7tnAmf8nxkxLZI7isybzbFstXvBZDyp4o52M0gXuZ8vDcLbz7VNxDfoZYhD8ncOTl9cEk1hNYeI456E-v0d1PaepKryfCF2L3uFW8Efv6vWyzMC8IxtP29vQOk2ANUa76HcfgAnMeaU3Mqe4DawXydTQLyvcV_YBOoMuNg/s756/r%202024%20-%2003-04%20011%20Washington%20and%20Revere.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="756" data-original-width="748" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbDzmqU1E4qFSgGLsCBrYR7tnAmf8nxkxLZI7isybzbFstXvBZDyp4o52M0gXuZ8vDcLbz7VNxDfoZYhD8ncOTl9cEk1hNYeI456E-v0d1PaepKryfCF2L3uFW8Efv6vWyzMC8IxtP29vQOk2ANUa76HcfgAnMeaU3Mqe4DawXydTQLyvcV_YBOoMuNg/w634-h640/r%202024%20-%2003-04%20011%20Washington%20and%20Revere.jpg" width="634" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Your honorable founding generation patriots:<br />Paul Revere, Sybil Ludington, and Ben Franklin.</span></td></tr></tbody></table>Bob, on the right, actually looks the part - he truly does have a resemblance to Benjamin Franklin. So much, in fact, that afterward, as he exited his auto, a woman excitedly exclaimed, "You're Ben Franklin!"</div><div>Neither Larissa or I look like who we portray. But I suppose it is how we portray our counterparts that counts. And we try to do Revere and Ludington justice.</div><div>The three of us enjoy "working" together - in fact, just one week later, we were at it again. But more on that in a future post.</div><div>I got tripped up only once when I was asked about the Penobscot Expedition. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKZ8vEBskniiTSpNajmqbHW3aeBvHddqc6lj5bDBYmI8LyyBP_BU9vQgWSrfH8VDqeK_p3cCu9wMbTagYpCQD6QmrnFuVE1O_jqW0Y_cufQX9C_ItSqFxj0TLuzSgsZlRQb5JTlg877uceyZFrYJZNPOMTyWC-OE5N-iHEzZm7Rlyc_g6Q4K7td27E8g/s1703/r%202024%20-%2003-04%20025%20Washington%20and%20Revere.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="958" data-original-width="1703" height="272" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKZ8vEBskniiTSpNajmqbHW3aeBvHddqc6lj5bDBYmI8LyyBP_BU9vQgWSrfH8VDqeK_p3cCu9wMbTagYpCQD6QmrnFuVE1O_jqW0Y_cufQX9C_ItSqFxj0TLuzSgsZlRQb5JTlg877uceyZFrYJZNPOMTyWC-OE5N-iHEzZm7Rlyc_g6Q4K7td27E8g/w484-h272/r%202024%20-%2003-04%20025%20Washington%20and%20Revere.jpg" width="484" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The Penobscot Expedition: A Terrible Day for the Patriots</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>The Penobscot Expedition was a 44-ship American naval armada during the Revolutionary War assembled by the Provincial Congress of the Province of Massachusetts Bay. Nineteen warships and 25 support vessels sailed from Boston on July 19, 1779, for the upper Penobscot Bay in the District of Maine carrying an expeditionary force of more than 1,000 American colonial marines (not to be confused with the Continental Marines) and militiamen. Also included was a 100-man artillery detachment under the command of Lt. Colonel Paul Revere.</div><div>Now, I must admit that I have studied very little on this, for most people are more interested in the famous ride of 1775 than this expedition. However, on this day - for my first time - I was asked about it. It was not the best of times for Paul Revere:<br /><div>It was supposed to be a routine ousting of a small British fleet that had dug in on the shore of Penobscot Bay, in what eventually would become Maine.</div><div>It turned out to be anything but.</div><div>The story is worthy of a separate blog post. In fact, books have been written about it.</div><div>"The disasterous result was one of the worst naval defeats in this country’s history, and an ignominious moment in the life of one of the Revolution’s most legendary figures—Paul Revere."</div><div><div>As a result of the debacle, Commodore Saltonstall was court-martialed for cowardice, found guilty, and cashiered out of the service. The humiliation and confusion that followed the terrible defeat gave rise to old hatreds and resulted in charges being brought against Revere by Captain Thomas Jennes Carnes (commander of the Marines on one of the vessels of the fleet) for disobedience, unsoldierlike behavior, and cowardice. Revere was relieved of his command at Castle Island in September, and ordered to his home in Boston until the charges could be investigated.</div><div>Paul Revere was determined to clear his name, and six times petitioned for a court-martial over the next two- and-a-half years. Finally, in February 1782, Revere was given a trial. In the time he had waited, the charges against him had boiled down to two: </div><div>refusal to deliver a boat upon the order of General Jeremiah Wadsworth (second- in-command of the land forces) </div><div>and </div><div>leaving the Penobscot River without orders from his commanding officer. </div><div>Twelve captains and one general considered the charges, found them to be with little foundation, and directed that both charges be dropped and Paul Revere “be acquitted with equal Honor as the other Officers in the same Expedition.”</div></div><div>So now you know.</div><div>And now I know to bring along the information - - learn as you go, right?</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPQ3hK98UWMwxjNx4CiZOzmFs6fcuO5a8OnxvnVKcVVwtpNCcDIwJJ4XZFvfL-PXhBZuEr02BukpAd1AmAKkrVdVUyPiF3X0AzYMU8ZxTiPEFMo_df2TGE44PJKfD98t7K82ItxI_4jWMXYwvQ5awRDgEDcB-qZXBz83aWwMp0WuHA8G9NM4qK8lMcPQ/s1037/r%202024%20-%2003-04%20012%20Washington%20and%20Revere.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="778" data-original-width="1037" height="510" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPQ3hK98UWMwxjNx4CiZOzmFs6fcuO5a8OnxvnVKcVVwtpNCcDIwJJ4XZFvfL-PXhBZuEr02BukpAd1AmAKkrVdVUyPiF3X0AzYMU8ZxTiPEFMo_df2TGE44PJKfD98t7K82ItxI_4jWMXYwvQ5awRDgEDcB-qZXBz83aWwMp0WuHA8G9NM4qK8lMcPQ/w680-h510/r%202024%20-%2003-04%20012%20Washington%20and%20Revere.jpg" width="680" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">We stopped at the local Wendy's to grab a bite and to embarrass Larissa.<br />It worked! lolol</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;">After our Wendy's meal, I had to skeedaddle (a Civil War word, by the way) across town to Plymouth (west of Detroit) for yet another presentation, this time I was taking part in the <a href="https://plymouthhistory.org/">Plymouth Historical Museum</a>'s "A Night At The Museum" event. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><div>This is where <i>"children can experience a birthday party they will never forget. Plymouth Historical Museum staff, inspired by the movies of the same name, created this magical evening, where children discover that the characters within the Museum come alive after hours.</i></div><div><i>The Museum is filled with reenactors silently waiting for the kids to bring them to life. Kids could discover a Roman soldier dressed in full battle gear or Civil War soldiers preparing for war, or women wearing big hoop skirts and fancy dresses. </i></div><div><i>Anyone can be discovered at the Museum, and children will enjoy the living history. Each character chats with the kids about a slice of history so children might learn a thing or two while they are having fun at the party."</i></div><div> A Night at the Museum parties are always great fun to do, especially during this usually dreary cold time of year.</div><div>As per usual for me, on this latest "Night" party, I portrayed Paul Revere, just as I have previously. As Paul Revere, I began my presentation by a-waking and shouting, "TO ARMS! TO ARMS! THE REGULARS ARE COMING OUT!! THE REGULARS ARE ON THE MARCH!!" as if I was snatched right out of my midnight ride of April 18, 1775 and brought to March 2, 2024, which is kind of supposed to be what happens. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj21jIlwzGVHkVPYTfOYDzFpgyjy5hUOyX1jnx9uu73W3DrA_1JXPDq77clPI6N7S_VGLXteucA_ZVsSC_5h8d9gxR4Ipk-eVzKYIjb5kEesrLEFitU-7k5_ZWKe2dUNEK-6LV-o3C-h-KGGx2vRy6GmVtl_PXE9FmFnuHwqlL1rAFpj98XgtZktJKpsQ/s2048/r%202024%20-%2003-04%20018%20Washington%20and%20Revere.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="456" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj21jIlwzGVHkVPYTfOYDzFpgyjy5hUOyX1jnx9uu73W3DrA_1JXPDq77clPI6N7S_VGLXteucA_ZVsSC_5h8d9gxR4Ipk-eVzKYIjb5kEesrLEFitU-7k5_ZWKe2dUNEK-6LV-o3C-h-KGGx2vRy6GmVtl_PXE9FmFnuHwqlL1rAFpj98XgtZktJKpsQ/w686-h456/r%202024%20-%2003-04%20018%20Washington%20and%20Revere.jpg" width="686" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I always enjoy talking history to the young folk.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>I then began to speak about the major highlights of "my life" as if I actually was Mr. Revere - just a real quickie overview, enough to cover five minutes or so. And when you are speaking to a group of 10 to 12 year olds, it can be difficult to reign them in. But as one who spent years in education, I had little problem in doing so (and neither did the other characters that evening).</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnPZkZXopPMnyhxBuYu2IgxO1vqpLg5czZ0dueqa56Uwo81-FNY9JAcjUHs55Ofq2mFK4BJso57tYqTePYCf1UPMEH4_A8p5RACp1PckntiIF1_Cp-FknzKoEBzj6XwYznO6-_z3GPBpey9b0va2tTKDL9fbvk79r_udKeR0jdB7omqCq24hQ9LF1vsg/s2048/r%202024%20-%2003-04%20017%20Washington%20and%20Revere.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="457" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnPZkZXopPMnyhxBuYu2IgxO1vqpLg5czZ0dueqa56Uwo81-FNY9JAcjUHs55Ofq2mFK4BJso57tYqTePYCf1UPMEH4_A8p5RACp1PckntiIF1_Cp-FknzKoEBzj6XwYznO6-_z3GPBpey9b0va2tTKDL9fbvk79r_udKeR0jdB7omqCq24hQ9LF1vsg/w687-h457/r%202024%20-%2003-04%20017%20Washington%20and%20Revere.jpg" width="687" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">There was a young lady there who knew her stuff in American History, and I made <br />sure to "high five" her and gave kudos to her parents.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>And there were other living historians portraying folks in history at the museum on this night - we were a mish-mosh of American history time-line:</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqi_9VAAhNMklbfT5c2FFCxOdKK6szEAL8BBC2WQccjKA0RzFb51QidWg_RuHt7jptHDsvbME0SQKs2eXwckEiHR06q_taGEU3P5jUxMDvnNOX5izKTKquR4R8-zV7J66guNU0H2n7yqwrE01_YkR1fExx0JkSO9ciEZdY4-gdDE4n8L5hbqHc0UriTw/s2048/r%202024%20-%2003-04%20016%20Washington%20and%20Revere.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqi_9VAAhNMklbfT5c2FFCxOdKK6szEAL8BBC2WQccjKA0RzFb51QidWg_RuHt7jptHDsvbME0SQKs2eXwckEiHR06q_taGEU3P5jUxMDvnNOX5izKTKquR4R8-zV7J66guNU0H2n7yqwrE01_YkR1fExx0JkSO9ciEZdY4-gdDE4n8L5hbqHc0UriTw/w640-h426/r%202024%20-%2003-04%20016%20Washington%20and%20Revere.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Franklin D. Roosevelt was there.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdDEJR9QXoThcoWWOgiIVq3RueXetJ1xFtdwSjoDSEy-1XRgqJbnR7QZjAS65wYJ3wwwjk2CLVSwCYvqmNqIaNaHoOATBenFbqojAadnGFgGjJpgjHkR3gr8qin8Xh7N5j64wIu3z40hPxDj9mnVwzdWcNc0b43CbG5CjaR2VpSCwXETGmihzCPG7yQw/s2048/r%202024%20-%2003-04%20019%20Washington%20and%20Revere.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="459" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdDEJR9QXoThcoWWOgiIVq3RueXetJ1xFtdwSjoDSEy-1XRgqJbnR7QZjAS65wYJ3wwwjk2CLVSwCYvqmNqIaNaHoOATBenFbqojAadnGFgGjJpgjHkR3gr8qin8Xh7N5j64wIu3z40hPxDj9mnVwzdWcNc0b43CbG5CjaR2VpSCwXETGmihzCPG7yQw/w689-h459/r%202024%20-%2003-04%20019%20Washington%20and%20Revere.jpg" width="689" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-size: medium;">Thomas Edison was there as well.</span><br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div><br /></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7WrAnT1CK5nUJjsRqcp9G-DbeQ6acnbH5Ga-nODRNg1iB0emAFs0Q9uVNqZ45hNb2Sj566e5UZryR0bVdv0gq0PKzQm9FWs6sUhoI3ZKM1W6KcWdTCKptM1TVUaU5MJp0kCV7EaooWJBmHuRHUlI6WKsLGdgK-owczcUpQehaVgA99kxUjL5wy2luIg/s2048/r%202024%20-%2003-04%20021%20Washington%20and%20Revere.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="456" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7WrAnT1CK5nUJjsRqcp9G-DbeQ6acnbH5Ga-nODRNg1iB0emAFs0Q9uVNqZ45hNb2Sj566e5UZryR0bVdv0gq0PKzQm9FWs6sUhoI3ZKM1W6KcWdTCKptM1TVUaU5MJp0kCV7EaooWJBmHuRHUlI6WKsLGdgK-owczcUpQehaVgA99kxUjL5wy2luIg/w685-h456/r%202024%20-%2003-04%20021%20Washington%20and%20Revere.jpg" width="685" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Typhoid Mary had a few things to say...<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div><br /></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3-Y7eZr-STNXMQ_0EXnrOXO6Ltr5A1oDc54zQ_oYgx8XhqwmMFSgCkMHGaNolxrT6zXnFmmO8YfWuVI2n6zQ5o6qxiWpt9M5C-GZd4ZTifz-SRsiLDTQcu3pGsPp7LGnQ2KofhCy7QUPWds5P90Dl9vQTMauzcfHpO_RlC899mkWmN6HnA86yikXjdg/s2048/r%202024%20-%2003-04%20020%20Washington%20and%20Revere.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="454" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3-Y7eZr-STNXMQ_0EXnrOXO6Ltr5A1oDc54zQ_oYgx8XhqwmMFSgCkMHGaNolxrT6zXnFmmO8YfWuVI2n6zQ5o6qxiWpt9M5C-GZd4ZTifz-SRsiLDTQcu3pGsPp7LGnQ2KofhCy7QUPWds5P90Dl9vQTMauzcfHpO_RlC899mkWmN6HnA86yikXjdg/w683-h454/r%202024%20-%2003-04%20020%20Washington%20and%20Revere.jpg" width="683" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And then there was an 1860s woman in a bathing costume (as they were known then)<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL6dRJyE3ajGgiOBcrim0jYHECbXYDCCeeuMwWA-z_7bJQ3xsDWSnaDA32sMkYFUrjqQAvmYTO6qZZUrLeYAxfebVUuI-mdaprV58tQ_OeQJmjH2n1dkKZ3WOk711ZPTjLFwacRht-Y_7MFyhPhMvDIlLyZqEhnNH0qd5eH5D-A0eGVOyV3C0MoTT_og/s1200/r%202024%20-%2003-04%20013%20Washington%20and%20Revere.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="461" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL6dRJyE3ajGgiOBcrim0jYHECbXYDCCeeuMwWA-z_7bJQ3xsDWSnaDA32sMkYFUrjqQAvmYTO6qZZUrLeYAxfebVUuI-mdaprV58tQ_OeQJmjH2n1dkKZ3WOk711ZPTjLFwacRht-Y_7MFyhPhMvDIlLyZqEhnNH0qd5eH5D-A0eGVOyV3C0MoTT_og/w692-h461/r%202024%20-%2003-04%20013%20Washington%20and%20Revere.jpg" width="692" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">We took a group photo with all the kids.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDFjb5maDTXmAt_mNUcTZk64WRNnG2Rl9Af5t6KUo4sIyxUDz4QpsPFzkEWlGXhArQ266w4pgv__EiHThAsLGNqd46gSKfgxdWO9eJR-dFn7xD7Olz4iFkFw0maTmph0QvZyKdBd8vTmJmdaq38E_HcXAAdr4Z38kiBSZmxbS9duYy2OyOsZohhyCPog/s1200/r%202024%20-%2003-04%20014%20Washington%20and%20Revere.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="463" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDFjb5maDTXmAt_mNUcTZk64WRNnG2Rl9Af5t6KUo4sIyxUDz4QpsPFzkEWlGXhArQ266w4pgv__EiHThAsLGNqd46gSKfgxdWO9eJR-dFn7xD7Olz4iFkFw0maTmph0QvZyKdBd8vTmJmdaq38E_HcXAAdr4Z38kiBSZmxbS9duYy2OyOsZohhyCPog/w696-h463/r%202024%20-%2003-04%20014%20Washington%20and%20Revere.jpg" width="696" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And then just us "mannequins" who came to life after hours.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEMfDWpqyYf4e1MJJNQbcHvf7RPUhOCGS2_SD73_ZB8BS_MatMR5bvspPrz9ZvHc8WKqWI4RYAClE69UN-518so4dRveSJ7F-TUsIe6ADmndeOmaDxtSRz2OrValv3p_kJ_avVGjNMH399iyec6MfPeaIJy56mKoc9IgVPXT_tWf7U4PU5oBNBp39xGQ/s831/r%202024%20-%2003-04%20015%20Washington%20and%20Revere.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="831" data-original-width="447" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEMfDWpqyYf4e1MJJNQbcHvf7RPUhOCGS2_SD73_ZB8BS_MatMR5bvspPrz9ZvHc8WKqWI4RYAClE69UN-518so4dRveSJ7F-TUsIe6ADmndeOmaDxtSRz2OrValv3p_kJ_avVGjNMH399iyec6MfPeaIJy56mKoc9IgVPXT_tWf7U4PU5oBNBp39xGQ/w344-h640/r%202024%20-%2003-04%20015%20Washington%20and%20Revere.jpg" width="344" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Yours truly~</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>I really enjoy portraying my childhood hero, Paul Revere, and love the idea of sharing some of our founding patriot history to people, especially kids. </div><div>As I mentioned to the Paint Creek Folklore Society, we are at the beginning of the 250th celebration of the Revolutionary War - of the 13 United Colonies becoming <i>"Free and Independent States; that they are Absolved from all Allegiance to the British Crown, and that all political connection between them and the State of Great Britain, is and ought to be totally dissolved; and that as Free and Independent States, they have full Power to levy War, conclude Peace, contract Alliances, establish Commerce, and to do all other Acts and Things which Independent States may of right do." </i>(I certainly hope you know where this came from!)</div><div>And by celebrating and commemorating the Semiquincentennial (America's 250th) in the manner that we've been doing - as you've read here in this week's post - it is my hope I can instill a bit of patriotism, which seems to be woefully lacking, back to the citizens of the United States...especially to the youth.</div><div>The United States has a web site (<a href="https://america250.org/">America 250</a>), as does my State of Michigan (<a href="https://www.america250mi.org/">America 250 Michigan</a>), and I am working to partner up to get the word out about the many events honoring our country's past that I am either directly involved in (Michigan's version of <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/05/michigans-commemoration-of-patriots-day.html">Patriot Day</a>), or events that I participate in (a few links at the bottom of this post showing events from 2023).</div><div>I realize the Semiquincentennial will not be extreme as the Bicentennial Celebration was 50 years ago, but we can make the best go at it as we can. I was only 15 years old during the Bicentennial of 1976, so I just watched whatever events I could from the sidelines. This time, I plan to take part in as many events as I can.</div><div><br /></div><div>Until next time, see you in time.</div><div><br /></div><div>Many thanks to Jennifer Long and Marty Kerstens for allowing me to use a few of their pictures to include with my own.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>To read about events from 2023, please click the following links:<br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2022/07/presenting-colonial-times-in.html">Colonial Frankenmuth</a></div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/08/colonial-kensington-2023-back-at.html">Colonial Kensington</a></div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/09/river-of-time-2023-new-location-in.html">River of Time</a> time-line</div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/10/vermillion-creek-2023-beer-battles-food.html">Vermillion Creek</a></div><div>Daily life in the <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/05/experiencing-our-research-spring-cabin.html">springtime</a></div><div>Daily life in the <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/10/pioneer-day-at-waterloo-farm-cabin.html">Fall</a></div><div>Also, you might enjoy my tributes to America's Bicentennial (with loads of photos):</div><div>Bicentennial part <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2022/07/celebrating-americas-bicentennial-in.html">one</a></div><div>Bicentennial part <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/07/4th-of-july-red-white-and-blue-and.html">two</a></div>And then there are our own 4th of July/Independence Day celebrations, such as <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/07/celebrating-4th-of-july-in-2023-were.html">this one</a> from 2023.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">......</span>...<span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: medium;"><b>.....</b></span></div></div>Historical Kenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04979801752112100293noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56451385109293718.post-87492918939376428202024-02-26T13:06:00.001-05:002024-02-26T13:06:22.087-05:00Keeping The Old Ways Alive<div style="text-align: left;"><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Dancing Script; font-size: x-large;">Thoughts on a late February day ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><div style="font-style: normal;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="font-style: normal;"><i>"If you could build up any muscle to be a historian, I'd say it's the empathy muscle. </i></div><div style="font-style: normal;"><i>Go out and do empathy exercises..."</i></div><div style="font-style: normal;"><b>David McCullough </b>(1933 - 2022)<b> historian and historical author</b></div></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">I love this quote!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiut0TDrwzBb7PnzM76xe4bY0A_HU53JebwUd-iu_axvHsBir8MijEdpxDa2By7lZwZIqy9SxvZDfOeHQy4E4EOA2GWOgm1FiJzDhYcplzyF_vAh7VitawK8qS2puIuxFb_JXruLJfhMJ3-Z4hUTKsHzMWSnq6VzfnYAskEFK5Cl4YKbwO3ra0p_BmHPw/s1740/r%202024%20-%2002-26%20010%20Living%20History.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="589" data-original-width="1740" height="233" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiut0TDrwzBb7PnzM76xe4bY0A_HU53JebwUd-iu_axvHsBir8MijEdpxDa2By7lZwZIqy9SxvZDfOeHQy4E4EOA2GWOgm1FiJzDhYcplzyF_vAh7VitawK8qS2puIuxFb_JXruLJfhMJ3-Z4hUTKsHzMWSnq6VzfnYAskEFK5Cl4YKbwO3ra0p_BmHPw/w690-h233/r%202024%20-%2002-26%20010%20Living%20History.jpg" width="690" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">"...</span><i style="font-size: large;">put yourselves in their shoes</i><span style="font-size: large;">..."</span><br style="font-size: large;" /><span><span style="font-size: medium;">We do...and they fit perfectly!</span><br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;">Every time we visit what I call the colonial frontier cabin at the Waterloo Farm Museum (links at the bottom of this post), we do wear the shoes of those from the founding generation. Which all ties in with <i>this</i> quote:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>"We are tellers of stories, we history folks. </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Our decorative and utilitarian objects are not merely things, </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>but clues to tales of our past as a country." </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Tess Rosch - Publisher <a href="https://www.facebook.com/EarlyAmericanLifeMagazine/">Early American Life Magazine</a></b></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">And it is up to us history folk to become <i>tellers of stories</i>, true stories without an agenda, through words, through action, and through demonstration, or all of the above. </div><div style="text-align: left;">For instance, I came across the following on a Facebook page called "<a href="https://www.facebook.com/savingcastles">Saving Castles</a>," and it so very aptly describes a <i>door</i>, of all things, but in such an intriguing manner. I then searched the 'net for the original writer of this poetry and found the author's name to be <b>Marianne Tioran</b> (a <i>"scientist turned impassioned bible student"</i> - her own words). If Ms. Tioran happens to come across this post and wants me to remove this portion, I will, though hopefully she will not mind me using it. </div></div></div><div><div>Okay, now, before we get to the wonderful poetic description, let's get into the proper frame of mind:</div><div>aside from material used to build them, doors in general have changed little since their invention dating back to about 3,000 B.C. They open, and they close, allowing folks to enter or leave. They also allow for privacy and protection. </div><div>Simple without a thought, right?</div><div>That all goes without saying. But never have I read such a wonderfully mesmerizing account on a <u>door</u><i> - a door in time</i> - until I saw the following verse: <br /></div></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>In the heart of time's tapestry, there stands a weathered sentinel, a door to the ages past – a portal hewn from the ancient embrace of wood and time. This medieval castle door, with its gnarled grain and venerable scars, whispers tales of knights and fair maidens, of battles lost and victories won.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMweoWXFplHqyOEfNJJQj7C6da6LbMkMed5V0z4pKc_HvXiKvlfRMINOE-qAs1WWcVX6Zb_ehmnJ59COkbLnwN9myy_2rXGzEfLiw4K2vun1KMTxglAJD7s1_77r-RpHMJNm-u4SeI6MGjllu5z5Eh2WVXSoVM52h-GdOjfMcOhdORpQa_HafHitVWPw/s843/r%202024%20-%2002-26%20001%20Living%20History.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="843" data-original-width="564" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMweoWXFplHqyOEfNJJQj7C6da6LbMkMed5V0z4pKc_HvXiKvlfRMINOE-qAs1WWcVX6Zb_ehmnJ59COkbLnwN9myy_2rXGzEfLiw4K2vun1KMTxglAJD7s1_77r-RpHMJNm-u4SeI6MGjllu5z5Eh2WVXSoVM52h-GdOjfMcOhdORpQa_HafHitVWPw/w428-h640/r%202024%20-%2002-26%20001%20Living%20History.jpg" width="428" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">This Medieval door has a story to tell~</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><i>The wood, once vibrant and full of life, now carries the weight of centuries in its grain. Each knot, a testament to the storms weathered, each crack an echo of forgotten whispers. It is a silent witness to the passing of kings and the rise and fall of empires. The door, with its stoic resilience, guards the secrets of a bygone era.</i></div><div><i>As one approaches, the creak of heavy hinges becomes a symphony of antiquity, a sonnet sung by the passage of time. The locks, aged and proud, hold the mysteries of generations, their clasps and bolts forged in the fires of yesteryears. With every turn of the key, one can almost hear the echoes of knights preparing for quests and the rustle of velvet gowns in candlelit chambers. </i></div><div><i>The patina, like the strokes of a masterful artist, tells stories of dawns and dusks, of shadows dancing in the flickering candlelight. The grains seem to recount the rise and fall of kingdoms, the ebb and flow of history etched into its very fibers.</i></div><div><i>This portal into the past beckons with a melancholic allure, inviting the curious traveler to step beyond the threshold and immerse themselves in the whispers of forgotten epochs. As one reaches out to touch the ancient wood, there is a connection forged with the souls who have tread these stones before – a communion with the spirits of chivalry and romance.</i></div><div><i>Oh, the tales this door could tell! Of battles waged in the moonlit courtyard, of banquets echoing with laughter, and of sorrows whispered to the stars. It is a doorway not merely of wood and iron, but a passage to realms where time itself is captive, where the past lingers like a fragrant perfume.</i></div><div><i>In the silence that envelops this relic, one can almost hear the heartbeat of history, steady and ancient. The castle door stands not as an obstacle but as a guardian of the ages, inviting those who dare to turn the key and venture into the embrace of centuries past.</i></div><div><b>Marianne Tioran - author</b></div></div><div>This is exactly how I try to look at historical objects. </div><div>Thank you, Ms. Tioran. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMyh6ZtdJcVyEu8ncnbDwQ9ondWhi4vr8lVYBBNnaq7iyKAyzX6s5wT1DmvvrI2vKARThBc7kOFZ6UNLf_gi5L6Jp2xfGzqEZY5iQWXGCC46-Dnu6BMMo8xHcIOLC4o9U22Vk6luaP8bEKD81UIzanLG1Sdu2umJadMQIYBNJugfiL-kkbjeUQcyn6eA/s999/r%202024%20-%2002-26%20016%20Living%20History.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="999" data-original-width="587" height="794" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMyh6ZtdJcVyEu8ncnbDwQ9ondWhi4vr8lVYBBNnaq7iyKAyzX6s5wT1DmvvrI2vKARThBc7kOFZ6UNLf_gi5L6Jp2xfGzqEZY5iQWXGCC46-Dnu6BMMo8xHcIOLC4o9U22Vk6luaP8bEKD81UIzanLG1Sdu2umJadMQIYBNJugfiL-kkbjeUQcyn6eA/w467-h794/r%202024%20-%2002-26%20016%20Living%20History.JPG" width="467" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The door to the 1750s Daggett House.<br />If doors could talk, what stories this door could tell...</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">__</span>--<span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: medium;"><b>__</b></span><span style="color: red;">--</span>__<span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: medium;"><b>--</b></span><span style="color: red;">__</span></div><div><br /></div>I found a meme - an actual <i>meme</i> - that seems to have answered a question that I have been plagued with for quite a while: <br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFNGlc1h6v6ZMScMJRCOPDYq1mdc3xirs4cejpNO3_r8urGFC6UbQV7pVEQVNm_hg2yvxChgWZTb1STxb0ZZuNgoEdPOnJJwHJ8Ck8NrlgyfTF38pj_eFWOIFw4UZLnuNHUl7R47qgVHkYnIsr9Pd-zwIoNm1jmjNZT2OzBNdziTuux0Bq6cE2nWR5sw/s960/r%202024%20-%2002-26%20002%20Living%20History.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="802" height="684" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFNGlc1h6v6ZMScMJRCOPDYq1mdc3xirs4cejpNO3_r8urGFC6UbQV7pVEQVNm_hg2yvxChgWZTb1STxb0ZZuNgoEdPOnJJwHJ8Ck8NrlgyfTF38pj_eFWOIFw4UZLnuNHUl7R47qgVHkYnIsr9Pd-zwIoNm1jmjNZT2OzBNdziTuux0Bq6cE2nWR5sw/w571-h684/r%202024%20-%2002-26%20002%20Living%20History.jpg" width="571" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A Facebook meme that actually answered a question I've had!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>Yes - - it's true. In fact, here are the first two sentences of my very first-ever Passion for the Past blog post from way back in November 2007:</div><div><div><i>Why is it that the past enthralls me so much? I have asked myself that question many times but I have no absolute answers. </i></div><div>Perhaps, that is, until now: </div><div><i>to keep the old ways alive</i>. </div><div>This certainly makes a lot of sense to me. </div><div>As I have read elsewhere, when we study history, we learn how we got where we are, and why we live the way we do. It's the study of us—of humans and our place in an ever changing world. Without it, we wouldn't understand all of our triumphs and failures, and we would continually repeat patterns without building forward to something better.</div><div>And, as living historians, <i>we</i> take that study a bit further - we <i>"experience our research."</i> which ultimately can give us a better, deeper understanding of the past. I believe that's where every historian's interest should lie.</div><div>But for many of us...the study and presentation of history can simply be just plain old pure enjoyment.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGKv2V544hUmNDYcSvm539gbK-JXnhjGKudaO26HR-UUvnc6AOkXldS1VsTlNn1laN8_9He7z25lmKdYcT2o-MRgzZNP3BHQnSnQPdE_27jN-Bc8hcZTgaQIzd01eauM-P5RlQOdw-rBtAi9JTGLnstFRoFnVL8sDhUUNiK85PpDegM7-DFj6O-JFOAg/s968/r%202024%20-%2002-26%20023%20Living%20History.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="795" data-original-width="968" height="568" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGKv2V544hUmNDYcSvm539gbK-JXnhjGKudaO26HR-UUvnc6AOkXldS1VsTlNn1laN8_9He7z25lmKdYcT2o-MRgzZNP3BHQnSnQPdE_27jN-Bc8hcZTgaQIzd01eauM-P5RlQOdw-rBtAi9JTGLnstFRoFnVL8sDhUUNiK85PpDegM7-DFj6O-JFOAg/w692-h568/r%202024%20-%2002-26%20023%20Living%20History.jpg" width="692" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>Processing flax and then spinning it into linen using the 18th century ways.</span><br /></span><span><span style="font-size: medium;">I think that if, in 2004 (when we began living history in earnest) my wife & I could see ourselves twenty years later and what we've accomplished, I believe we would both be very pleasantly surprised.</span><br /></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgclBUA8zl15uUGzY5aD4a8_IpEYxRQuMsRUc5Nj2F8FpY4kXlHptswgtSSOKrIrglFwCL5aX1RxwufV_qHNgtSHUEqFxVuFMbeXezBsXJeObFnMnnGBej0mE1kQPcv1CAcXi7JNdc6j44vv0-nOocQAZ7Xk7SMrBzjdxjub7Q2_xdiDlD_6MIxbRGahQ/s2030/r%202024%20-%2002-26%20006%20Living%20History.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1125" data-original-width="2030" height="379" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgclBUA8zl15uUGzY5aD4a8_IpEYxRQuMsRUc5Nj2F8FpY4kXlHptswgtSSOKrIrglFwCL5aX1RxwufV_qHNgtSHUEqFxVuFMbeXezBsXJeObFnMnnGBej0mE1kQPcv1CAcXi7JNdc6j44vv0-nOocQAZ7Xk7SMrBzjdxjub7Q2_xdiDlD_6MIxbRGahQ/w686-h379/r%202024%20-%2002-26%20006%20Living%20History.jpg" width="686" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And even doing flax demonstrations for the public!<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table>By definition, the shaving horse is a simple foot-operated vice that allows you to hold a piece while having both hands free to work. A shaving horse is relatively easy to build and extremely useful to anyone who uses hand tools to shape spindles for turning, chair legs, barrel staves, shingles, and the like. Other typical usage of the shaving horse is to make a handle for an ax, hammer, shovel, or broom, for just some examples. They are also used in other crafts as well. 'Twas a very important combination of vice and workbench - a tool for the farmer and wood worker.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><div><div>So, what do you suppose happened as I learned more about the shave horse and seen it in action?</div></div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHYGvAiI0V3HxtFD1tg5CdijcLeyicGDER6ea_8uDJ5-BiPHC9BHB2FVIdbNOV7orawatfaIOpuwFiZvCHG0p5b7TVEh7iVKKotr3C6Lo6U_jKmrqFVa7NIkW5O3ocJs5FOEBKteJxNzGvSKG9giT1DjTgWqY-Ox5N9SuwlawwTDt7b76YdkFAaqQdXA/s840/r%202024%20-%2002-26%20005%20Living%20History.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="730" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHYGvAiI0V3HxtFD1tg5CdijcLeyicGDER6ea_8uDJ5-BiPHC9BHB2FVIdbNOV7orawatfaIOpuwFiZvCHG0p5b7TVEh7iVKKotr3C6Lo6U_jKmrqFVa7NIkW5O3ocJs5FOEBKteJxNzGvSKG9giT1DjTgWqY-Ox5N9SuwlawwTDt7b76YdkFAaqQdXA/w486-h730/r%202024%20-%2002-26%20005%20Living%20History.jpg" width="486" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>Well, this is what happened:<br />here I am working on a shave horse that I purchased<br /></span><span>and my first attempt to make a broom handle.</span><br /></span><span><span style="font-size: medium;">Experiencing the past - - living history.</span><br /></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin0K39Y8Q9zTaGYQEUm4PnNk2-RFXzSPZBV1sMF2GUDUBrWMSfhD4_UgKxR3CBPv3nbUUThsfElWLYhjFQhnKWH3FjVfGhGuxOm9U66h3hku03M3R8gnG4oT7EP8zOXvxXZESWd4n3_Z3x9GKBBEBvRGoTbczOxlV3qlHFtzh4MDbofiNXcQRLDEuiGA/s924/r%202024%20-%2002-26%20024%20Living%20History.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="924" data-original-width="907" height="703" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin0K39Y8Q9zTaGYQEUm4PnNk2-RFXzSPZBV1sMF2GUDUBrWMSfhD4_UgKxR3CBPv3nbUUThsfElWLYhjFQhnKWH3FjVfGhGuxOm9U66h3hku03M3R8gnG4oT7EP8zOXvxXZESWd4n3_Z3x9GKBBEBvRGoTbczOxlV3qlHFtzh4MDbofiNXcQRLDEuiGA/w690-h703/r%202024%20-%2002-26%20024%20Living%20History.jpg" width="690" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Keeping the old ways alive...<br />And in a period setting to boot!<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table><div>So I have been experiencing the chores and occupations of the past, and it's been a dream come true. It's my hope to continue in this manner and even expand. </div><div>I also have been trying to give my grandchildren some experiences as well.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Dancing Script; font-size: x-large;">Teach your grandchildren well...</span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp0ZdYwamhbA6irPhc8lTUgUjGDsPfvUoaRfMwRMjMeDDW4wj5KgATJ5yeUFCX5bGXp86SQg1bQVX-VtxwlaYvG52w0AaQ2iny3PmFx7BjPnAsVMztS7OofSPRm-FQF2HFzGDtA6rMsuaXN-VdJ7oH_6LkxQp6W7YI6pCD4dmCj9yD5Nc80Niou1CIsw/s1200/r%202024%20-%2002-26%20015%20Living%20History.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="459" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp0ZdYwamhbA6irPhc8lTUgUjGDsPfvUoaRfMwRMjMeDDW4wj5KgATJ5yeUFCX5bGXp86SQg1bQVX-VtxwlaYvG52w0AaQ2iny3PmFx7BjPnAsVMztS7OofSPRm-FQF2HFzGDtA6rMsuaXN-VdJ7oH_6LkxQp6W7YI6pCD4dmCj9yD5Nc80Niou1CIsw/w691-h459/r%202024%20-%2002-26%20015%20Living%20History.jpg" width="691" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>Here are my three oldest grandchildren, all interested in flax and the flax break.</span><br /><span>Note the hats all are wearing!</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe-EozFTwQO1rJHdkcJeudWG54NMCfjGE7y9MJS6-oCidgBOy5LYfDHglVrDqfHjVC-n2OLg1A8_YyW9JKsWOeCqcZItSgcptzoeKRHm4ZmbWX8V621YKDWXEFFVMcvtLP6I0VhSazLNFfatyQ-8fzCtAqtziLAznJlVeUn_mAxgVHFw8wnQ1DOxfsSg/s840/r%202024%20-%2002-26%20012%20Living%20History.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe-EozFTwQO1rJHdkcJeudWG54NMCfjGE7y9MJS6-oCidgBOy5LYfDHglVrDqfHjVC-n2OLg1A8_YyW9JKsWOeCqcZItSgcptzoeKRHm4ZmbWX8V621YKDWXEFFVMcvtLP6I0VhSazLNFfatyQ-8fzCtAqtziLAznJlVeUn_mAxgVHFw8wnQ1DOxfsSg/w426-h640/r%202024%20-%2002-26%20012%20Living%20History.jpg" width="426" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>My grandson and my granddaughter gave the</span><br /><span>shave horse a try, and both did very well.</span><br /></span><span><span style="font-size: medium;">Top picture shows Ben...</span><br /></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqwA_-n4oBMflX43nNS2-whhD8wQGXDLg1FGzb9IsLf44IKdIFybzSvkQh8zll7dwWKGlzvala3tVapoAF9PEkw0OEtcMjRcOEVDkq9JJvS4njSl55QVnqmcSAsbXfE0M13TobLHnk_eLMwRMLQlv0VP_cmDzPQK-OuqY3ajCiv7Y035Qhdm1bx9cclw/s1200/r%202024%20-%2002-26%20013%20Living%20History.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqwA_-n4oBMflX43nNS2-whhD8wQGXDLg1FGzb9IsLf44IKdIFybzSvkQh8zll7dwWKGlzvala3tVapoAF9PEkw0OEtcMjRcOEVDkq9JJvS4njSl55QVnqmcSAsbXfE0M13TobLHnk_eLMwRMLQlv0VP_cmDzPQK-OuqY3ajCiv7Y035Qhdm1bx9cclw/w640-h426/r%202024%20-%2002-26%20013%20Living%20History.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">...and in this bottom picture we see Addy working the draw knife.<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmKNxxuz6YJfXmWVb2LOCUxV8k2JEXyv26-1bO427s6bOqoTIknpCBGEiotTq9pYoOHpkTwlhfuv-Bxgn6nfQwW2JptKHv3LHM_ZTrRd4jt2O79pYQ1gXwwkcl7shPjrGWbfEYdX4tz_NFrvPoQkuVkBYOi7xQ-v0gXKlEi89DdOt7vkY_2lUrF9wYbQ/s840/r%202024%20-%2002-26%20014%20Living%20History.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="705" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmKNxxuz6YJfXmWVb2LOCUxV8k2JEXyv26-1bO427s6bOqoTIknpCBGEiotTq9pYoOHpkTwlhfuv-Bxgn6nfQwW2JptKHv3LHM_ZTrRd4jt2O79pYQ1gXwwkcl7shPjrGWbfEYdX4tz_NFrvPoQkuVkBYOi7xQ-v0gXKlEi89DdOt7vkY_2lUrF9wYbQ/w469-h705/r%202024%20-%2002-26%20014%20Living%20History.jpg" width="469" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Writing with a quill pen and ink was also <br />something they enjoyed doing.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKm9c6X15fByOc1DOP-i_3Qr5L8QKP4sOR2D1FeWBu4ZquctGpFRoVy9oEhOMdaBNLwnY9Ux0j-rJSqT8vJf4tWqEoEzhxW4cMspb-hFkinCMHXRnsnL_mWAtaf9_ruFw09Hci0FG6Yq1Ju_zzGFs9CbGz7t7rzUh3MhzSQQv4LntQqp6vmNKP5Dh-0g/s900/r%202024%20-%2002-26%20016%20Living%20History.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="600" height="720" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKm9c6X15fByOc1DOP-i_3Qr5L8QKP4sOR2D1FeWBu4ZquctGpFRoVy9oEhOMdaBNLwnY9Ux0j-rJSqT8vJf4tWqEoEzhxW4cMspb-hFkinCMHXRnsnL_mWAtaf9_ruFw09Hci0FG6Yq1Ju_zzGFs9CbGz7t7rzUh3MhzSQQv4LntQqp6vmNKP5Dh-0g/w479-h720/r%202024%20-%2002-26%20016%20Living%20History.jpg" width="479" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>My grandson enjoys candle dipping.</span><br /><span>I believe he was seven years old here.</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCHLQNEwrfto0WKzrLsf7a5sljLbrHT9xylbHVeAqiiIY1xfX4UpGv833rthhnoN_ldcO1FfHp2_-qQC7rdOo1nzIPyNAa42f9Di6mgu_pZx1J69r5koSv9VxE2_3GqKyGkaoX_JBBbzsT9k525LTE0iwGpeSvNdQPCfCwWoTqQ1cWYstfUvtQey9Hpg/s900/r%202024%20-%2002-26%20018%20Living%20History.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="600" height="717" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCHLQNEwrfto0WKzrLsf7a5sljLbrHT9xylbHVeAqiiIY1xfX4UpGv833rthhnoN_ldcO1FfHp2_-qQC7rdOo1nzIPyNAa42f9Di6mgu_pZx1J69r5koSv9VxE2_3GqKyGkaoX_JBBbzsT9k525LTE0iwGpeSvNdQPCfCwWoTqQ1cWYstfUvtQey9Hpg/w477-h717/r%202024%20-%2002-26%20018%20Living%20History.jpg" width="477" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Look how proud my grandson is, </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">holding the first candle he ever dipped!</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">As he should be!</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table>I hope my grandkids will continue this interest. Their other grandfather, who is a jack-of-all-trades, also guides them, though in a more modern way. How cool! Best of the past and the present.<br /><div style="text-align: left;">We also tried to teach our own children well when they, too, were young...</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgymKvzq0cl7uNQKUDdSaJfPnhOz8JS_njHAba9JZFV9kRWecSaRnvt4pMzkPWMZ6BLYKLdKdTTWAN1Xx0rbAAv8ZMwIaNxjEDdYwq00IIw4PUPJd_QqI8c1r_DywQIPqx9EQYHLpblGTjXJwKYv1uQ_NnoUigL-9jzqBa98-Jxhpt74fjhaaBtSzwNCQ/s1000/r%202024%20-%2002-26%20017%20Living%20History.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="1000" height="513" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgymKvzq0cl7uNQKUDdSaJfPnhOz8JS_njHAba9JZFV9kRWecSaRnvt4pMzkPWMZ6BLYKLdKdTTWAN1Xx0rbAAv8ZMwIaNxjEDdYwq00IIw4PUPJd_QqI8c1r_DywQIPqx9EQYHLpblGTjXJwKYv1uQ_NnoUigL-9jzqBa98-Jxhpt74fjhaaBtSzwNCQ/w684-h513/r%202024%20-%2002-26%20017%20Living%20History.jpg" width="684" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Here's my daughter at age seven dipping candles</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">at the 1760 Daggett Farm House.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">She is now an adult.</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;">"<i>It is in this way we can be reminded that history is much more than a strictly educational process. Truly understanding the past is a matter of experience as well as knowledge; it is a striving to make a spiritual, emotional, poetic, dramatic, and inspirational connection with our forebears. It is about our personal reactions to the challenges of living in previous centuries and earlier cultures, and our understanding of what makes one century different from another. We know what love, fear, pain, anger, grief, sadness, and anxiety is like today. Those in the past knew as well. This is the human relation we have with our forebears." </i>Ian Mortimer - Author</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">>>>>>>>>>>></span><span style="color: #38761d;">X</span><span style="color: #cc0000;"><<<<<<<<<<<</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div>We tend to think of changes in the past as we do with change today: instantaneous. Almost overnight. But that simply was not the case in those ancient days. Not even with the somewhat more recent industrial revolution (if you want to call 200 years ago "more recent"). All things took time to catch on.</div><div>As I continue to study the B.C. and early A.D. periods in human history, it becomes more and more apparent that early history was very slow to change.</div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGaHUElN2eUZ47Q4o_q270aoGzPgh2W6t8jY35l9G3KQ_RKruPG-sSd2E1lttsQgxL9-bxrjl_TwpVu9APIKkUBM8mp4bccNHmgFAACUwyAN_dFMgf0RAUsmdGfgcz9gyvu0cXpcHyzHhMuzqW8xOmfJ7vrRjFE77HqbpFPXYkozXqsOPews2-6BeGqA/s843/r%202024%20-%2002-26%20015%20Living%20History.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="843" data-original-width="800" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGaHUElN2eUZ47Q4o_q270aoGzPgh2W6t8jY35l9G3KQ_RKruPG-sSd2E1lttsQgxL9-bxrjl_TwpVu9APIKkUBM8mp4bccNHmgFAACUwyAN_dFMgf0RAUsmdGfgcz9gyvu0cXpcHyzHhMuzqW8xOmfJ7vrRjFE77HqbpFPXYkozXqsOPews2-6BeGqA/w380-h400/r%202024%20-%2002-26%20015%20Living%20History.jpg" width="380" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">An early wheel made of a solid piece of wood.<br />Not sure of its age.</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>We need to remember that change, which is at a lightning pace in our modern world (often occurring daily), went at a snail's pace centuries ago. If you research world history, you'll find inventions generally did not get around very fast. For a great example, let's look at the wheel. Most tend to assume that when the wheel was invented, it was used for moving things from one area to another...for transportation. But the first wheels were not used for transportation. According to various early world history books, evidence indicates they were created to serve as potter's wheels, and this happened around 3500 to 4,000 B.C. in Mesopotamia (in Lower Mesopotamia - now modern-day Iraq), where the Sumerian people inserted rotating axles into solid discs of wood for them to spin in helping to make bowls and drinking vessels out of clay. It then took about 300 years more before someone figured out to use these spinning pottery tools<b>/</b>wheels for mobility on chariots. </div><div>Three hundred years!</div><div>Fascinating...(<a href="https://antiquitynow.org/2013/08/20/kids-blog-the-invention-of-the-wheel-how-the-ancient-sumerians-got-humanity-rollin/">HERE</a> is an excellent post - for kids - on what is thought to be the wheel's basic history).</div></div><div>You can look up how people lived 5,000 years ago or 2,000 years ago, and there is not a great difference. Oh, mind! That's not to say there aren't <i>some</i> differences, but not anything that would be extremely noticeable. Time just seemed to move slower...</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">~</span>`<span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: medium;"><b>~</b></span><span style="color: red;">`</span>~<span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: medium;"><b>`</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">One more quick one:<br />Not long before I retired from my parapro job at a local high school (2023), I asked the students in my class:<br />"Who do you think is smarter - people of today or people of the past?"</div><div style="text-align: left;">In general, most of the kids said the people of today, with their reasoning being we had cell phones, cars, travel to Mars, etc.</div><div style="text-align: left;">So I nodded in somewhat agreement and asked, "So...who here has ever started a fire without a match?"</div><div style="text-align: left;">Not one student raised their hand. In fact, aside from turning a knob on the stove, how can anyone start a fire without matches?</div><div style="text-align: left;">I then said, "People of the past could. They used flint and steel. Looks like you'd all freeze to death if you got zapped into the past."</div><div style="text-align: left;">Then it all clicked.</div><div style="text-align: left;">They got it.</div><div style="text-align: left;">I then said, "People of the past were every bit as smart as people are today. They just lived in a different time."<br />The head teacher then told me, "Mr. Ken, I love the way you think and teach!"</div><div style="text-align: left;">And that's what I miss about my job.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #990000; font-size: x-large;">~</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-large;">.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div>A history book to some is like an adventure novel to others; while engulfed in the story, the reader may find themselves immersed and transported in the words written and might often dream of what it would be like to be on such an adventure, whether in a battle, traveling with Lewis & Clark, or riding the rails with Thomas Edison as a young lad. The thing is those of us with a strong interest in history can become living historians and oftentimes take the words in our books off the pages and make them come alive in a more personal and active way.</div><div>For me, living history is my dream come true.</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Until next time, see you in time.</div><div style="text-align: left;">And remember: history is not black & white - - it's only shades of gray.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-large;">.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"><b>~</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Many thanks to all who have helped and guided me to my journey to the past and helping me to keep the old ways alive. You know who you are.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div>Other posts I wrote that may be of some interest:</div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2020/07/accenting-my-journey-through-time-18th.html">Accenting My Journey Through Time: 18th Century Edition - - - Daggett-izing My House</a></div></div><div style="text-align: left;">I turned a portion of my mid-20th century home into an 18th century home.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/02/history-according-to-time-life-more.html">History According To Time-Life: More Books from Ken's Personal Library</a></div><div style="text-align: left;">Interested in ancient world history? Then I think you might be interested in what I have here.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div><div>Here are the links to all of our colonial frontier cabin day experiences (so far). These "experiments" of living in the past have been the most gratifying and full-filling living history excursions I've probably ever done:</div><div><div><div><div><div>To read about our 2020 autumn excursion at the cabin, click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2020/11/a-day-in-life-spending-time-in-autumn.html">HERE</a></div><div>To read about our 2021 wintertime excursion at the cabin, click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2021/02/a-day-in-life-spending-time-in-winter.html">HERE</a></div>To read about our 2021 springtime excursion at the cabin, click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2021/05/a-day-in-life-spending-time-in-spring.html">HERE</a><br /><div>To read about our 2021 summertime excursion at the cabin, click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2021/08/a-day-in-life-spending-time-in-summer.html">HERE</a></div><div>To read about our 2021 summer harvesting of the flax at the cabin, click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2021/09/harvesting-flax-keeping-in-spirit-of.html">HERE</a></div><div>To read about our 2021 autumn excursion making candles at the cabin, click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2021/11/a-day-in-life-1771-candlemaking.html">HERE</a></div><div>To read about our 2022 winter excursion at the cabin, please click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2022/02/a-day-in-life-bitter-cold-winters-day.html">HERE</a></div></div><div>To read about our 2022 spring excursion at the cabin, please click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2022/05/a-day-in-life-living-history-on-spring.html">HERE</a></div></div><div>To read about our 2022 summer excursion at the cabin, please click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2022/08/a-day-in-life-spending-time-in-summer.html">HERE</a></div><div>To read about our 2022 autumn excursion at the cabin (Pioneer Day), please click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2022/10/pioneer-day-at-waterloo-farm-and-cabin.html">HERE</a></div></div><div>To read about our 2023 winter excursion at the cabin - Candlemas, please click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/02/experiencing-our-research-day-in-life.html">HERE</a></div><div>To read about our 2023 spring excursion at the cabin - Rogation Sunday, please click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/05/experiencing-our-research-spring-cabin.html">HERE</a></div><div>To read about our 2023 late spring - more planting at the cabin (& early farming history), click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/05/ancient-farming-in-bc-and-early-ad-eras.html">HERE</a></div><div>To read about the 2023 early summer weeding at the cabin (and a timeline event), please click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/06/a-weekend-in-past-weeding-garden-and.html">HERE</a></div></div></div><div>To read about the 2023 autumn Pioneer Day event we participated in, please click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/10/pioneer-day-at-waterloo-farm-cabin.html">HERE</a></div><div>To read about our 2023 Thanksgiving celebration in early November, please click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/11/experiencing-our-research-celebrating.html">HERE</a></div></div><div style="text-align: left;">To read about our 2024 winter excursion - upping our game & Candlemass - please click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2024/02/winter-cabin-excursion-1774-upping-our.html">HERE</a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">And it's at the <a href="https://waterloofarmmuseum.org/">Waterloo Farm Museum</a> where the cabin and other historical buildings are now located.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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I shake my head, grimace, and snicker each and every time I hear it.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Anyhow, nothing you read in today's posting will change American history forever, but there may be things here you've not heard before and might change your outlook on our past forever...lol!</div><div style="text-align: center;">If nothing else, you might add to your knowledge!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><<<</span>0<span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: medium;"><b>>>></b></span></div><div><br /></div><div>I've not been to Boston or even Massachusetts yet. Notice I wrote "yet." My wife & I have plans to do so but no date has been set as of this writing. Could be this year...or sometime in the more distant future. But mark my words, we are planning to go. I've been researching and reading all the books and guides I can get my hands on - - I have had the itinerary in my head for a while:</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgud10TzjkKH_skUtAus7WXXHkxzU4szgsmJC7ZnlmPny7b8-Kygl8tLeMhFwjrTqxJEXdAZDydm-1AH1nvFoKYsJYKJAiB5SHLvmabvI2TiMZaCfhtyJcMWwRDoq0yf2qhycMXuvF3sZy_OIg0-7o_az7LlDbJhcjkZIr7D-B0TPAS0wV8KkZP6tMEAg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="1600" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgud10TzjkKH_skUtAus7WXXHkxzU4szgsmJC7ZnlmPny7b8-Kygl8tLeMhFwjrTqxJEXdAZDydm-1AH1nvFoKYsJYKJAiB5SHLvmabvI2TiMZaCfhtyJcMWwRDoq0yf2qhycMXuvF3sZy_OIg0-7o_az7LlDbJhcjkZIr7D-B0TPAS0wV8KkZP6tMEAg=w400-h266" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">That gray wooden building was<br />the home of Paul Revere.<br /></span>(Photo by Andrea M. Rotondo/The Points Guy)</td></tr></tbody></table><div>~Boston and the Freedom Tour (especially Paul Revere's House)</div><div>~Lexington & Concord and all the sites that go with it</div><div>~The Wayside Inn to see its history as well as where the Plympton House originally stood before being moved to Greenfield Village</div><div>~John Adams Birthplace</div><div>~Plimouth Plantation</div><div>And before we return to Michigan, I absolutely want to </div><div>~Visit the graves of Samuel & Anna Daggett in Connecticut, and possibly visit the original location of where the Daggett Home was originally built by Samuel around the year 1750 in Coventry - now Andover - before its move to Union, Connecticut by Mary Dana Wells in 1951, and then its move to historic Greenfield Village in Dearborn, Michigan in 1977 / 78, where it remains to this day as a historical home museum, visited by thousands every year.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1kcwfmqkEkQ4iQep2vKP668lw5izOFH0jJqtfNFc2SVtAuf18sbx-rintvvPx234h7XWc3blSAtnB2Dm8p8LzrpB_HJHngej91JlB5uYquS9E7ZftzbLdCQ5z8v7LmDeP3CyuqSjHDjX5P7_FIwtVoqgOMuLL76Sc-rOEbxagEttMkGFLP287OEjjjA/s1308/r%202024%20-%2002-19%20012%20Mr.%20Downing's%20Story.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="468" data-original-width="1308" height="247" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1kcwfmqkEkQ4iQep2vKP668lw5izOFH0jJqtfNFc2SVtAuf18sbx-rintvvPx234h7XWc3blSAtnB2Dm8p8LzrpB_HJHngej91JlB5uYquS9E7ZftzbLdCQ5z8v7LmDeP3CyuqSjHDjX5P7_FIwtVoqgOMuLL76Sc-rOEbxagEttMkGFLP287OEjjjA/w693-h247/r%202024%20-%2002-19%20012%20Mr.%20Downing's%20Story.jpg" width="693" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The Daggett House where it was originally built over 270 years ago, flanked by the graves of the builder and his wife. I hope to visit each site.<br />God willing...</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>Words can seemingly transport one to other places or even back in time. That's what the following does for me - - - </div><div>Now, I would like you to think of yourself as a Boston citizen at the very beginnings of the early American Revolutionary War period. Whether male or female, you would be mostly aware of what you are about to read - your 18th century surroundings as described here - for it is a description of that grand city as it was just before the American Revolution:</div><div><div>(The following comes directly from the book <a href="https://www.amazon.com/British-Are-Coming-Lexington-Revolution/dp/1250231329/ref=sr_1_1?crid=2FQL4WTA0U64D&dib=eyJ2IjoiMSJ9.ls3_82N21vNlkY1GgwmDEdiCYeDVhShgeR3piR7z_KhVZlvxQMxsyhLdORG5sZ1fJUnSg5AHiQVVI-_1en8jmwsLwr5LorYifZrU-F-2f8TZBXd4fOmXtryjM6R5ZToOlXUGpcWO4hdHw2ETo58elLkcpAnU9Kg96m33WnNpEMGVKqD3tZ__XS2IsCZGbm8YWQTBgJz7aCstn5UUCrO_izKBUskPqF2QOJvWJAS9P-Q.-YjNUrcz_AHbA15yiPLmGJw--cUnAzqdbPA6RvdWwQU&dib_tag=se&keywords=the+british+are+coming&qid=1707941907&s=books&sprefix=the+british+are+coming%2Cstripbooks%2C91&sr=1-1">The British Are Coming by Rick Atkinson</a> - pp 44, 45):</div></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmKSnBjFGz-bb-3TM24uPTJiVOXyOM4DuZvaTW8FOGr0vgaTh72FVE4fc9VzfZ7H269N1LoCPMF6yzpu9OzhlPNtza9uas_E_OyxtBXFh3P9tq_zXgM-nxl9FBBGFCCi6Z5wcuXxR9XAvYUsN0v-FHe_3r-htWFpt7M1WcFZ39JYKhNMZGtOrILCDI3A/s1280/r%202024%20-%2002-19%20010%20Mr.%20Downing's%20Story.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="1280" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmKSnBjFGz-bb-3TM24uPTJiVOXyOM4DuZvaTW8FOGr0vgaTh72FVE4fc9VzfZ7H269N1LoCPMF6yzpu9OzhlPNtza9uas_E_OyxtBXFh3P9tq_zXgM-nxl9FBBGFCCi6Z5wcuXxR9XAvYUsN0v-FHe_3r-htWFpt7M1WcFZ39JYKhNMZGtOrILCDI3A/w400-h300/r%202024%20-%2002-19%20010%20Mr.%20Downing's%20Story.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Boston - 1769</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><i>Daily life plodded on. Goods smuggled or stockpiled before the port closing could be found for a price, including candles for five shillings a pound in the Faneuil Hall market, along with indigo and a few hogshead of sugar. Greenleaf's Auction Room sold German serges, Irish linens, and Kippen's snuff by the cask. Harbottle Dorr's shop in Union Street advertised spades, Smith's anvils, and brass kettles, "none of which have been imported since the port was shut up." A vendor near swing bridge offered fish hooks, cod lines, and "nails of all sorts." With spring coming on fast, W. P. Bartlett's shop in Salem sold seeds for crimson radishes, yellow Spanish onions, tennisball lettuce, and several kinds of peas, including black-eyed, sugar, blue union, and speckled. "Choice cayenne cocoa" could be found on Hancock's Wharf, and pearl dentifrice---reputedly invented by the Queen's dentist "for the preservation of the teeth"---was peddled in a shop on Ann Street. </i></div><div><i>Auction houses sold the furniture of distraught residents determined to move---to England, to Halifax, deeper into New England, or just away. Mahogany tables, featherbeds, and looking glasses went for a song. For those who preferred to dance away their troubles, an unlikely new school in Boston offered lessons in minuets, hornpipes, and English country steps "in the most improved taste." </i></div><div><i>Freeholders (property owners) gathered for meetings in Faneuil Hall. The town agreed to borrow 600 pounds to buy grain for the almshouse poor. A report in late March noted that thirty-eight smallpox patients were quarantined on a hospital scow (a ship) in the Charles River, "some distance from the wharf." The Freeholders voted to continue a recent ban on inoculations; many now feared that it posed a greater risk of epidemic than natural infection. Any household with sick inhabitants was required to display a large red flag on a six foot pole or incur a fifty pound fine. For those intent on inoculation, newspapers advertised the services of a private hospital in New York...</i></div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqRkXh1-1aaFr3TibolJVUNZQxR1XQXyW9MmnS_f5_rPnlz2xjO1dgKK1-S_yYE2IkWDMlFlcSvnK14SBu3oO9kdyqc_-XlysHUnOrmQzV6TXekeBqiT44byqRnIkpIoYbthKzkJFN_y9eUAnSJJoWtlQuZB2CgTQsKwkr7DNCEGxFmmUfSSgTBiZ0TQ/s1536/r%202024%20-%2002-19%20002%20Mr.%20Downing's%20Story.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="710" data-original-width="1536" height="319" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqRkXh1-1aaFr3TibolJVUNZQxR1XQXyW9MmnS_f5_rPnlz2xjO1dgKK1-S_yYE2IkWDMlFlcSvnK14SBu3oO9kdyqc_-XlysHUnOrmQzV6TXekeBqiT44byqRnIkpIoYbthKzkJFN_y9eUAnSJJoWtlQuZB2CgTQsKwkr7DNCEGxFmmUfSSgTBiZ0TQ/w691-h319/r%202024%20-%2002-19%20002%20Mr.%20Downing's%20Story.jpg" width="691" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"View from Beacon Hill," Artist Unknown, c. 1775-1780. (Library of Congress)<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>Mentioned above is Faneuil Hall market.</div><div>You would be well aware of that, too, and not just as a market place:</div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwjbfn_E522wkwE-0GRZG5gezfmCDT6KHuO1b1tAO_jGcyo5dHl7cUPmfvmlnp5S73o-X0Of4ktK86FDXtTA4sSlJ3Jc8QMvTNWZveX-qwOjcBru_z0YH8lU90da3b0RS1qTS66PyHN364sa_BO3MPcC2Xp9idL12Tkx9cKC-q8nzWsFN95e7O3ehZdA/s800/r%202024%20-%2002-19%20003%20Mr.%20Downing's%20Story.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="color: black;"><img border="0" data-original-height="555" data-original-width="800" height="478" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwjbfn_E522wkwE-0GRZG5gezfmCDT6KHuO1b1tAO_jGcyo5dHl7cUPmfvmlnp5S73o-X0Of4ktK86FDXtTA4sSlJ3Jc8QMvTNWZveX-qwOjcBru_z0YH8lU90da3b0RS1qTS66PyHN364sa_BO3MPcC2Xp9idL12Tkx9cKC-q8nzWsFN95e7O3ehZdA/w689-h478/r%202024%20-%2002-19%20003%20Mr.%20Downing's%20Story.jpg" width="689" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: left;">Faneuil Hall in 1775. Charles Bryan, etching 1840. Boston Public Library.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Faneuil Hall, dubbed the “Cradle of Liberty,” is located in the city of Boston. Faneuil Hall was a large market building that served as a meeting place for Patriots on the eve of the American Revolution. Meetings to discuss the Stamp Act, the Boston Massacre, the “tea crisis,” and other grievances with Britain were all held at Faneuil Hall between 1764 and 1775.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Faneuil Hall was a thriving business hub, marketplace, and meeting center prior to, during, and after the American Revolution. Faneuil Hall was home to merchants, fishermen, meat and produce sellers, and assorted peddlers of goods. (All of the Faneuil Hall information comes directly from the Boston Tea Party <a href="https://www.bostonteapartyship.com/faneuil-hall">site</a>). I take no credit in writing the following:</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div><i>It was at Faneuil Hall in 1764 where American colonists first met to protest the Sugar Act, then again in 1765 with the passing of the Stamp Act, and in 1767 with the passing of the Townshend Acts. Samuel Adams wrote the following in response to the passing of the Stamp Act: “The freeholders & other inhabitants, being legally assembled in Faneuil Hall, to consider what steps are necessary for us to take at this alarming crisis, think it proper to communicate to you our united sentiments,” the townsmen are “particularly alarmed & astonished at the act, called the Stamp Act, by which a very grievous & we apprehend unconstitutional tax is to be laid upon the colony.” With the repealing of the Stamp Act, in April 1766 a town meeting was held at Faneuil Hall to vote on “the methods to exhibit their joy” of the Stamp Act’s repeal. At the meeting at Faneuil Hall it was unanimously decided “to prevent any bonfire from being made in any part of the town, also the throwing of any rockets, squibs, and other fireworks in any of the streets of said town, except the time that shall be appointed for general rejoicing.”</i></div><div><i>On the morning of March 6, 1770, Faneuil Hall was packed beyond occupancy with the angered citizenry of Boston. The night before soldiers of the Grenadier Company of His Majesty’s 29th Regiment of Foot had fired on the people of Boston – killing five civilian men. The incident has become known to history as the Boston Massacre. Witnesses to the Boston Massacre stood at the platform describing the events which transpired on the night of March 5, 1770, and Samuel Adams delivered an impassioned speech about the incident. At Faneuil Hall, Samuel Adams was appointed to lead a committee to urge Thomas Hutchinson, the Lieutenant Governor and Chief Justice of Massachusetts, in the removal of all British soldiers from Boston at once or the safety of the citizenry and soldiers would be compromised.</i></div><div><i>On November 5, 1773, Guy Fawkes Day (celebrated as Pope’s Day in colonial Boston), Samuel Adams called a town meeting at Faneuil Hall in response to the “tea crisis” and declared anyone who aids or abets the “unloading receiving or vending the tea is an enemy to America!” It was at this meeting Samuel Adams was appointed to handle the “tea crisis.” The meeting first held at Faneuil Hall and relocated to the Old South Meeting House on November 29 was the first of a series of meetings which culminated in the December 16, 1773 Boston Tea Party.</i></div><div><i>After the British occupied Boston and passed the Quartering Act under the Intolerable Acts in 1774, Faneuil Hall was used as a theater to entertain British officers. Faneuil Hall was also used to quarter British soldiers under the Quartering Act and had previously housed British soldiers prior to the Boston Massacre.</i></div><div><i>Following the first shots of the American Revolution at Lexington and Concord on April 19, 1775, on April 27, the military governor of the Province of Massachusetts Bay and commander-in-chief of all British forces in North America, General Thomas Gage, ordered all firearms owned by the Boston citizenry stored in Faneuil Hall.</i></div><div><i>During the American Revolution, on July 4, 1777 – one year after the signing of the Declaration of Independence- George Washington toasted the new nation on its first birthday at Faneuil Hall.</i></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhehJngl-MABfSSjPUNMM5Ic3hcZcPIYEKcCn4RrJ5zkyrZognszyoGNIZ_x7rem7R_MEmJ5an-xKO8jOWEPQwLXjDHrNEbqLlVU-gCKlg7ZX4kDLSkzvAfC4wGaYu8sZyu5S_qsTETjrUBN5NZiUrySnOHEMaPiSXnX7FJ0df7TMTzSlA3fiMg0lslEQ/s800/r%202024%20-%2002-19%20004%20Mr.%20Downing's%20Story.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="544" data-original-width="800" height="468" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhehJngl-MABfSSjPUNMM5Ic3hcZcPIYEKcCn4RrJ5zkyrZognszyoGNIZ_x7rem7R_MEmJ5an-xKO8jOWEPQwLXjDHrNEbqLlVU-gCKlg7ZX4kDLSkzvAfC4wGaYu8sZyu5S_qsTETjrUBN5NZiUrySnOHEMaPiSXnX7FJ0df7TMTzSlA3fiMg0lslEQ/w687-h468/r%202024%20-%2002-19%20004%20Mr.%20Downing's%20Story.jpg" width="687" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Interior at Faneuil Hall.</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">::::::</span>:::<span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: medium;"><b>:::::</b></span></div><div><br /></div><div>There! Well, now that we have your mindset in the right frame, let's learn a different aspect of the War for Independence through the eyes of one who was there in a conversation with Samuel Downing, one of the last survivors of the Revolutionary War. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHNed8esxpHHGwUmA1p70of763zWDJ4_FUe1yOhn9a-6R9dII1O2A2LzgQnX2swgmxvPSaZEV0B-YDALqIhK78y6HJ4YT7tO4EKVf4sv6nGYCA5X5NZrXB9a5gVF64t2j8bIuL80NtLJrnTBt-hSoQ6-qqk8L5YlwDd2Ffc2Skdcax8TSm4_UPAnblRA/s539/q%202023%20-%2009-16%20001%20Mr.%20Downing's%20Story.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="color: black;"><img border="0" data-original-height="539" data-original-width="387" height="854" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHNed8esxpHHGwUmA1p70of763zWDJ4_FUe1yOhn9a-6R9dII1O2A2LzgQnX2swgmxvPSaZEV0B-YDALqIhK78y6HJ4YT7tO4EKVf4sv6nGYCA5X5NZrXB9a5gVF64t2j8bIuL80NtLJrnTBt-hSoQ6-qqk8L5YlwDd2Ffc2Skdcax8TSm4_UPAnblRA/w614-h854/q%202023%20-%2009-16%20001%20Mr.%20Downing's%20Story.jpg" width="614" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">You are looking into the eyes of one who was there!<br />A contemporary of Washington, Adams, Franklin, Hancock, Revere...<br />...and Arnold & Andre' - - - <br />(photo taken about 1864)</span></td></tr></tbody></table>During the Civil War that threatened to tear the United States apart came the realization that only a handful of veterans of the American Revolution still survived—men who had fought the war that created the nation. Six of these men were photographed and interviewed for a book by Reverend E. B. Hillard that appeared late in 1864. Their images and stories have captivated generations since then.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Here is the story of one of those Revolutionary War soldiers (from Hillard's book "<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Last-Men-Revolution-Accompanied-Biographical/dp/1015473385/ref=tmm_hrd_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&dib_tag=se&dib=eyJ2IjoiMSJ9.08_vvTGc-8MgdgE5tAFrFYjPg1zT7CSoY3M_6IREbYw3XwFqPZBp1x4c5HpMh1zvQvWx-DcXmBxdZhQOoymKnLNjsoRqxrn7yHdSgiC7XvPDBPGbMV-8ezZ0knTeafHGUWMGp2mOorCYamVYxtwjzw.NgyAkwbbdl2HIR5iAsquEiVyzBKYU74LKhoXpACSHQ0&qid=1708274903&sr=1-3">The Last Men of the Revolution</a>"):<br /><div><i>Mr. Downing lives in the town of Edinburgh, Saratoga County, New York. His age is one hundred and two years. To reach his home, you proceed to Saratoga, and thence by stage some twenty miles to the village of Luzerne, on the upper Hudson. </i></div><div><i>From Luzerne the home of Mr. Downing is distant some twenty-five miles up the valley of the Sacandaga River, and for it I set out early on the following morning. Indeed, once in the vicinity you have no difficulty in finding him, as all in the region know "Old Father Downing," and speak of him with respect and affection. </i></div><div><i>The celebration of his one hundredth birthday, to which the whole country around gathered, served to make him acquainted with many who might otherwise, in the seclusion of his age, have lost sight of him. On entering the yard I at once recognized him from his photograph, and addressing myself to him, said, "Well, Mr. Downing, you and the bees seem very good friends." (There was barely room for him between the two hives, and the swarms were working busily on both sides of him.) "Yes," he replied, "they don't hurt me and I don't hurt them." On telling him that I had come a long way to see an old soldier of the Revolution, he invited me to walk into the house, himself leading the way. The day was extremely warm. I inquired of him which suited him best, warm weather or cold. "If I had my way about it," he answered, "I should like it about so. But we can't do that: we have to take it as it comes." The day before had been one of the hottest of the season, so much so that coming up by stage from Saratoga, we could scarcely endure the journey. Yet in the middle of it, the old man, they told me, walked some two miles and a half over a very tedious road to the shoemaker's, got his boots tapped, and walked home again. Mr. Downing is altogether the most vigorous in body and mind of the survivors. Indeed, judging from his bearing and conversation, you would not take him to be over seventy years of age. His eye is indeed dim, but all his other faculties are unimpaired, and his natural force is not at all abated. Still he is strong, hearty, enthusiastic, cheery: the most sociable of men and the very best of company. He eats his full meal, rests well at night, labors upon the farm, "hoes corn and potatoes, and works just as well as anybody." His voice is strong and clear, his mind unclouded, and he seems, as one of his neighbors said of him, "as good for ten years longer as he ever was." Seated in the house, and my errand made known to him, he entered upon the story of his life, which I will give as nearly as possible in the old man's own words.</i></div><div><i>"I was born," said he, "in the town of Newburyport, Mass., on the 31st of November, 1761"</i> (Ken's note: November has 30 days and always has - he got something a bit mixed up. I suppose at his age and all he'd been through, he's allowed). <i>"One day, when I was a small boy, my parents went across the bay in a sail-boat to a place called Joppa. They left me at home; and I went out into the street to play marbles with the boys. As we were playing, a man came along and asked if we knew of any boy who would like to go and learn the trade of spinning-wheel making. Nobody answered; so I spoke up, and said, 'Yes, I want to go.' 'Where are your parents?' asked he. 'They ain't at home,' said I; ‘but that wont make no odds; I will go.' So he told me that if I would meet him that afternoon at Greenleaf's tavern, (I remember the tavern keeper's name,) he would take me. So I did. They asked me at the tavern where I was going. I told them I was going off. So we started; he carried me to Haverhill, and the next day to Londonderry, where we stayed over Sunday. It was the fall of the year. I remember the fruit was on the ground, and I went out and gathered it. I was happy yet. From Londonderry he carried me to Antrim, where he lived. His name was Thomas Aiken. Antrim was a wooded country then. </i></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKZarTMsOltiBPU2j3p28lu1bbULV3KX8XLhsFxCp41JUQHbiAKmz79VXt65m6hp6E72cEXzPG93ei2VapDxr-pKfXGeddg_lYSnnB9ucBmnnvLTwWwxay9bRRJBue2r5aYlmCy8hKR0S2dFv8uEB0a39Xlywfw1jd4v1IUk7eX8hLO98Ra7LuQq31lA/s1298/r%202024%20-%2002-19%20005%20Mr.%20Downing's%20Story.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1298" height="296" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKZarTMsOltiBPU2j3p28lu1bbULV3KX8XLhsFxCp41JUQHbiAKmz79VXt65m6hp6E72cEXzPG93ei2VapDxr-pKfXGeddg_lYSnnB9ucBmnnvLTwWwxay9bRRJBue2r5aYlmCy8hKR0S2dFv8uEB0a39Xlywfw1jd4v1IUk7eX8hLO98Ra7LuQq31lA/s320/r%202024%20-%2002-19%20005%20Mr.%20Downing's%20Story.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The wheel & spokes of a spinning wheel.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><i>When I got there I was homesick; so I went into the woods and sat down on a hemlock log, and cried it out. I was sorry enough I had come. When I went back to the house they accused me of it; but I denied it. I staid with Mr. Aiken till after the breaking out of the war, working at wheels during the day and splitting out spokes at night. I had lived with him so six years. He didn't do by me as he agreed to. He agreed to give me so much education, and at the end of my time an outfit of clothes, or the like, and a kit of tools. So I tells aunt, (I used to call Mr. Aiken uncle and his wife aunt,) 'Aunty, Uncle don't do by me as he agreed to. He agreed to send me to school, and he hasn't sent me a day;' and I threatened to run away. She told me if I did they'd handcuff me and give me a whipping. 'But,' said I, 'you'll catch me first, wont you. Aunty?’ 'O,' she said, 'they'd advertise me." </i></div><div><i> </i><i>Well, the war broke out. Mr. Aiken was a militia captain; and they used to be in his shop talking about it. I had ears, and I had eyes in them days. They was enlisting three years men and for-the-war men. I heard say that Hopkinton was the enlisting place. One day aunt said she was going a visiting. So I said to myself, 'That's right, Aunty; you go, and I'll go too.' So they went out, and I waited till dinner time, when I thought nobody would see me, and then I started. I had a few coppers, but I darsn't take any of my clothes, for fear they'd have me up for a thief. It was eighteen miles, and I went it pretty quick. </i></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjetKxY-02Y4d48wFMwgKGsiXsQybWJLUxzzsgGd8WAoMzII8ijRaje20Twh4R-jhm533haua5wega3Ah4o-YpHM3Lb3q5bdyJ-fKA-DH4_Mr2bpzMRcUCgBhE6ATuCamYfnp1LHOdcY_zX6KiPFFAoz4xzQz6qbLpuWN0oNLUTosGDUnBftwJXuP_Xgg/s555/r%202024%20-%2002-19%20006%20Mr.%20Downing's%20Story.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="413" data-original-width="555" height="297" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjetKxY-02Y4d48wFMwgKGsiXsQybWJLUxzzsgGd8WAoMzII8ijRaje20Twh4R-jhm533haua5wega3Ah4o-YpHM3Lb3q5bdyJ-fKA-DH4_Mr2bpzMRcUCgBhE6ATuCamYfnp1LHOdcY_zX6KiPFFAoz4xzQz6qbLpuWN0oNLUTosGDUnBftwJXuP_Xgg/w400-h297/r%202024%20-%2002-19%20006%20Mr.%20Downing's%20Story.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Could this be young Sam?</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><i>The recruiting officer, when I told him what I'd come for, said I was too small. I told him just what I'd done. 'Well,' said he, 'you stay here and I'll give you a letter to Col. Fifield over in Charlestown and perhaps he'll take you.' So I staid with him; and when uncle and aunt came home that night they had no Sam. The next day I went and carried the letter to Col. Fifield, and he accepted me. But he wasn't quite ready to go: he had his haying to do; so I staid with him and helped him through it, and then I started for the war. Uncle spent six weeks in looking for me; but he didn't find me."</i></div><div><i>''But did your parents hear nothing of you all this time?"</i></div><div><i>"Yes; Mr. Aiken wrote to them about a year after he stole me. They had advertised me and searched for me, but at last concluded I had fallen off the dock and been drowned.</i></div><div><i>“The first duty I ever did was to guard wagons from Exeter to Springfield. We played the British a trick; I can remember what I said as well as can be. We all started off on a run, and as I couldn't see anything, I said, 'I don't see what the devil we're running after or running away from; for I can't see anything.' One of the officers behind me said, ‘Run, you little dog, or I'll spontoon you,' ' Well,' I answered, 'I guess I can run as fast as you can and as far.' Pretty soon I found they were going to surprise a British train. We captured it; and among the stores were some hogsheads of rum. So when we got hack to camp that night the officers had a great time drinking and gambling; but none for the poor soldiers. Says one of the sergeants to me, 'We'll have some of that rum.' It fell to my lot to be on sentry that night; so I couldn't let 'em in at the door. But they waited till the officers got boozy; then they went in at the windows and drew a pailful, and brought it out and we filled our canteens, and then they went in and drew another. So we had some of the rum; all we wanted was to live with the officers, not any better.</i></div><div><i>Afterwards we were stationed in the Mohawk valley. Arnold was our fighting general, and a bloody fellow he was. He didn't care for nothing; he'd ride right in. It was 'Come on, boys!' 'twasn't 'Go, boys!' He was as brave a man as ever lived. He was dark-skinned, with black hair, of middling height. There wasn't any waste timber in him. He was a stern looking man, but kind to his soldiers. They didn't treat him right: he ought to have had Burgoyne's sword. But he ought to have been true. We had true men then; 'twasn't as it is now. Everybody was true: the tories we'd killed or driven to Canada."</i></div><div><i>"You don't believe, then, in letting men stay at their homes and help the enemy?"</i></div><div><i>"Not by a grand sight !" was his emphatic reply.</i></div><div><i>"The men that caught Andre were true. He wanted to get away, offered them everything. Washington hated to hang him; he cried, they said."</i></div><div><i>The student of American history will remember the important part which Arnold performed in the battle connected with the surrender of Burgoyne. Mr. Downing was engaged.</i></div><div><i>"We heard," he said, "Burgoyne was coming. The tories began to feel triumphant. One of them came in one morning and said to his wife, "Ty (Ticonderoga) is taken, my dear." But they soon changed their tune. The first day at Bemis Heights both claimed the victory. But by and by we got Burgoyne where we wanted him, and he gave up. He saw there was no use in fighting it out. There's where I call 'em gentlemen. Bless your body, we had gentlemen to fight with in those days. When they was whipped they gave up. It isn't so now.</i></div><div><i>"Gates was an 'old granny ' looking fellow. When Burgoyne came up to surrender his sword, he said to Gates, 'Are you a general? You look more like a granny than you do like a general.' 'I be a granny,' said Gates, 'and I've delivered you of ten thousand men to-day.’</i></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL1oZh8NDHnfB-4lzRbY4ArRarRXtEE5e4LjJeCn9xPJosHZ2zvwojxhhsMzkCYalKLF4GUWst0NrK-LXQArMTvKBfRmyS2U_GVTxXKGjjXZ_QVrtI3eWvGi7wVgf_i6dxtKG2nzfCzdNU8pjFKzEoVzKlkZ-_aoTTUJz9cOtdbb19Lv-t7NRaKs-rYg/s1280/r%202024%20-%2002-19%20007%20Mr.%20Downing's%20Story.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="color: black;"><img border="0" data-original-height="624" data-original-width="1280" height="335" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL1oZh8NDHnfB-4lzRbY4ArRarRXtEE5e4LjJeCn9xPJosHZ2zvwojxhhsMzkCYalKLF4GUWst0NrK-LXQArMTvKBfRmyS2U_GVTxXKGjjXZ_QVrtI3eWvGi7wVgf_i6dxtKG2nzfCzdNU8pjFKzEoVzKlkZ-_aoTTUJz9cOtdbb19Lv-t7NRaKs-rYg/w688-h335/r%202024%20-%2002-19%20007%20Mr.%20Downing's%20Story.jpg" width="688" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">General John Burgoyne surrenders to American General Horatio Gates at Saratoga <br />on October 17, 1777.</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><i>"Once, in the Mohawk valley, we stopped in William Johnson's great house. It would hold a regiment. Old Johnson appeared to us: I don't know as you'll believe it. The rest had been out foraging. One had stolen a hive of honey; some others had brought in eight quarters of good mutton, and others, apples and garden sauce, and so forth. Ellis and I went out to get a sack of potatoes, some three pecks. When we got back to Johnson's, as we were going through the hall, I looked back, and there was a man. I can see now just how he looked. He had on a short coat. What to do with the potatoes we didn't know. It wouldn't do to carry them into the house; so I ran down cellar. When the man got to the middle of the hall, all at once he disappeared. I could see him as plain—O, if I could see you as plain!</i></div><div><i>"By and by they began to talk about going to take New York. There's always policy, you know, in war. We made the British think we were coming to take the city. We drew up in line of battle: the British drew up over there, (pointing with his hand.) They looked very handsome. But Washington went south to Yorktown. La Fayette laid down the white sticks, and we threw up entrenchments by them. We were right opposite Washington's headquarters. I saw him every day."</i></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXzsiUNB8K92uLXlbCg2swdHVYRveZh5DHlRfbRSDpm8BBHABbgaFOAJL-w5oqie7M8NeQ5IYfkDyCx1BAbkaEZnHRcA-kdeZw6oY9bGCZ-W7FBfU5H0oJm8VKCvl2dQZAkGw0Ql7Z-hlkTd-F7pVvf2NIdawUIK2Bej6XAAKO_Ai8fg3uoWhvL93IZA/s550/r%202024%20-%2002-19%20009%20Mr.%20Downing's%20Story.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="316" data-original-width="550" height="396" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXzsiUNB8K92uLXlbCg2swdHVYRveZh5DHlRfbRSDpm8BBHABbgaFOAJL-w5oqie7M8NeQ5IYfkDyCx1BAbkaEZnHRcA-kdeZw6oY9bGCZ-W7FBfU5H0oJm8VKCvl2dQZAkGw0Ql7Z-hlkTd-F7pVvf2NIdawUIK2Bej6XAAKO_Ai8fg3uoWhvL93IZA/w687-h396/r%202024%20-%2002-19%20009%20Mr.%20Downing's%20Story.jpg" width="687" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">General Washington's Headquarters, Yorktown, VA 1781 by Sidney E. King </span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><i>“Was he as fine a looking man as he is reported to have been?"</i></div><div><i>"Oh!" he exclaimed, lifting up both his hands and pausing, "but you never got a smile out of him. He was a nice man. We loved him. They'd sell their lives for him." </i></div><div><i>I asked, "What do you think he would say if he was here now?"</i></div><div><i>"Say!" exclaimed he, "I don't know, but he'd be mad to see me sitting here. I tell 'em if they'll give me a horse I'll go as it is. If the rebels come here, I shall sartingly take my gun. I can see best furtherest off."</i></div><div><i>"How would Washington treat traitors if he caught them?"</i></div><div><i>"Hang 'em to the first tree!" was his reply.</i></div><div><i>He denounces the present rebellion, and says he only wishes to live to see it crushed out. His father and his wife's father were in the French War. His brother was out through the whole war of the Revolution. He has a grandson now in the army, an officer in the Department of the Gulf,—a noble looking young man, as represented by his photograph. He has been in the service from the beginning of the war.</i></div><div><i>"When peace was declared," said the old man, concluding his story of the war, "we burnt thirteen candles in every hut, one for each State."</i></div><div><i>I have given his narrative in his own words, because to me, as I listened, there was an unequaled charm in the story of the Revolution, broken and imperfect though it was, from the lips of one who was a living actor in it. The very quaintness and homeliness of his speech but added to the impression of reality and genuineness. I felt as I listened to him that the story which he told was true.</i></div><div><i>At the close of the war, Mr. Downing returned to Antrim, "too big," as he said, "for Aunty to whip." Soon after his return, he married Eunice George, aged eighteen years. She died eleven years ago. By her he had thirteen children . Three of these are now living. The one with whom he resides is his youngest son, and, though himself seventy-three years old, his father addresses him still as "Bub." He came from Antrim to Edinburgh in 1794, "And to show you," said he, “that there was one place I didn't run away from, I will give you this," handing me the following certificate:</i></div><div><i>To All whom it may Concern.</i></div><div><i>This may certify that the bearer, Samuel Downing, with his wife, have been good members of society; has received the ordinance of baptism for their children in our church; and is recommended to any church or society, where Providence is pleased to fix them, as persons of good moral character. Done in behalf of the Session.</i></div><div><i>Isaac Coshran, Session Clerk.</i></div><div><i>Antrim, Feb. 27, 1794.</i></div><div><i>"It must have been a pretty wild country when you came here?"</i></div><div><i>"O, there wasn't a marked tree; it was all a wilderness."</i></div><div><i>"How came you to come?"</i></div><div><i>They said in Antrim we could live on three days' work here as easy as we could on six there. So we formed a company to come. There were some twenty, but I was the only one that came. I sold my farm there, one hundred and ten acres, for a trifle; and my brother and I came out here to look. As soon as we got here and saw the country, I said to my brother, ‘I've given my farm away, and have nothing to buy another with: so I've got to stay here. But you've sold well: so you go right back and buy another.’</i></div><div><i>All the land round here was owned by old Domine Gross. I took mine of a Mr. Foster; and when I'd chopped ten acres and cleared it and fenced it, I found my title wasn't good: that Mr. Foster hadn't fulfilled the conditions on which he had it of Mr. Gross. So we went down together to see the Domine about it. I told him I'd paid for the land. ‘No matter,' said he, ‘it isn't yours.' 'But,' said I, 'Mr. Gross, I've chopped ten acres and cleared it and fenced it; ain't I to have anything for my labor?' “I don't thank you,’ he replied, 'for cutting my timber.' Then I began to be scared. So says I, 'Mr. Foster, I guess we'd better be getting along towards home,' 'O, you can have the land,' says the old Domine, 'only you must give me fifty pounds more; and you can make me a little sugar now and then.' 'Well,' said I, 'I will go over to your agent and get the papers.' 'O, I can do the writing,' said he. So I paid the money and got the land."</i></div><div><i>And on it he has lived and labored for seventy years. Its neighborhood to his old battle-grounds might have had its influence in determining his selection of it for a home.</i></div><div><i>At the age of one hundred, Mr. Downing had never worn glasses, or used a cane. The fall before, he had pulled, trimmed, and deposited in the cellar, in one day, fifteen bushels of carrots. His one hundredth birthday was celebrated by his neighbors and friends, upon his farm, with a large concourse, estimated at a thousand persons, the firing of one hundred guns, and an address by George S. Batcheller, Esq., of Saratoga. On this occasion the old man cut down a hemlock tree five feet in circumference, and later in the day a wild cherry tree near his house, of half this size. He says he could do it again, and it is likely that he could. The trees were sold upon the ground, and stripped of their branches by those present for canes and other mementoes of the occasion. The stump of the larger one was sawed off and carried to Saratoga by Robert Bevins, of that place. The axe with which the trees were cut was sold for seven dollars and a half.</i></div><div><i>Mr. Downing lives very comfortably with his son, James M. Downing. His health has always been good. His pension, formerly eighty dollars a year, was increased at the last session of Congress to one hundred and eighty dollars. He pays no particular attention to his diet; drinks tea and coffee, and smokes tobacco. He gets tired sometimes, his son says, during the day; but his sleep at night restores him like a child. It is a curious circumstance that his hair, which until lately has been for many years silvery white, is now beginning to turn black. In a lock of it, lying before me, as I write, there are numerous perfectly black hairs.</i></div><div><i>By religious persuasion, Mr. Downing is a Methodist. "Why," said he, "I'll tell you: because they are opposed to slavery, and believe in a free salvation."</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrK7Lq6RtCc5SSKm4i0HGRX5THaEq7zMaBeI5fMIiHfki0Ziq-MIQNChiqWxinEXxhcAKcAZkCDqrXPWg1Xg0OytfkIcrjOg3zlnejWrfYox4V1C8tSdIJsYjM8xtTVeap1E3hUtzPaL6luGd48LtYQHtpuOyzgc_PSn64Srbeizunn_aI3XIVJI4YVQ/s4000/r%202024%20-%2002-19%20008%20Mr.%20Downing's%20Story.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="2731" height="408" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrK7Lq6RtCc5SSKm4i0HGRX5THaEq7zMaBeI5fMIiHfki0Ziq-MIQNChiqWxinEXxhcAKcAZkCDqrXPWg1Xg0OytfkIcrjOg3zlnejWrfYox4V1C8tSdIJsYjM8xtTVeap1E3hUtzPaL6luGd48LtYQHtpuOyzgc_PSn64Srbeizunn_aI3XIVJI4YVQ/w278-h408/r%202024%20-%2002-19%20008%20Mr.%20Downing's%20Story.jpg" width="278" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Samuel Downing abt 1865</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><i>He is as stanch in his religious belief as he is in his personal character; expounds his faith intelligently and forcibly; believes thoroughly what he believes, and rejects earnestly what he rejects. Among the latter is the doctrine of reprobation, concerning which he tells the story of a controversy which he had with an old Methodist preacher, who held and preached the doctrine.</i></div><div><i>"‘You believe,' said he, 'that God from eternity has elected a part and reprobated a part of mankind?’ 'Yes,' replied the preacher, 'that is my belief.' –Have you wicked children?' 'Yes.' 'Do you pray for them?' 'Yes.' ' Have you wicked neighbors?' 'Yes.' 'Do you pray for them?' 'Yes.' 'But how do you know but they are reprobated?' He didn't say anything in reply then. A while after I met him, and asked him if he still believed in reprobation. 'No,' he answered, 'I've thrown away that foolish notion.’"</i></div><div><i>Mr. Downing's faith in the Invisible is firm and clear, and his anticipation of the rest and reward of Heaven strong and animating. He greatly enjoys religious conversation, invokes a blessing at the table; and when prayer was offered, at his request, responded intelligently and heartily, in true Methodist style. Doubtless, when the earthly house of this tabernacle is dissolved, he will find awaiting him "a building of God, a house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens."</i></div><div><i>The sun was drawing low as I left him, to return to Luzerne. My interview with him had been most interesting and delightful. I parted from him with regret. His eyes filled with tears as, in bidding him good-bye, I mentioned that better country where I should hope again to meet him. As I rode away, I turned my eyes southward over the valley of the Mohawk, bounded in the dim distance by the Catskill Mountains. I felt anew how great the change which a hundred years has wrought, which a single lifetime covers. I had just parted from a man still living who had hunted the savage through that valley now thronged with cities and villages—in place of the then almost unbroken wilderness, now fair fields and pleasant dwellings—in place of constant peril and mortal conflict, now security and peace; and my heart swelled afresh with gratitude to the men who had rescued their land from the tyrant and the savage, and had made it for their children so fair and happy a home.</i></div><div><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Last-Men-Revolution-Classic-Reprint/dp/1397701412/ref=monarch_sidesheet">The Last Men of the Revolution, by Rev. E. B. Hillard</a> 1864.</div><div>Sadly, Mr. Downing would die on February 19, 1867, at 105 years of age.</div><div>157 years to the date of the publishing of this blog post.</div><div><br /></div><div>These words from Samuel Downing brings it all home, in my opinion. I felt almost transported back in time, and now have a greater understanding of daily life during this period. I have a few friends who have been interviewing WWII vets and getting their stories, which I think is very cool. It is the exact same as this, only a different war. Imagine the importance of those interviews in years to come. My father, who fought in WWII, and I were just starting to talk about such things when he passed away at the young age of 55. I have extremely little on his life in the Army and of his adventures in Okinawa in 1945. Oh, how I wish I knew his story...But stories that others gather certainly helps. That's also why I believe reenacting and living history are so important. </div><div>Keeping the past alive.</div><div><br /></div><div>Until next time, see you in time.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The following are all connected to America's Revolutionary War past:</div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2018/01/its-little-things-shadow-portraits.html">It's the Little Things</a><br />A post I wrote that touches on a variety of subjects, such as Shadow Portraits, Bourdaloues, Revolutionary Mothers, and a few other interesting historical odds & ends.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2020/03/the-revolutionary-greenfield-villageplus.html">The Revolutionary Greenfield Village...Plus...</a></div><div>Lucky for many of us who live in the metro-Detroit area - or even in the Midwest region - for we can visit houses that played a small part in the fight for Independence.</div><div>Or you can read this post.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2014/04/listen-children-and-you-shall-hear.html">Listen My Children and You Shall Hear...</a></div><div>Paul Revere's midnight ride is told here with factual accounts. </div><div>Many these days tend to down play Revere's importance to America's Revolution. This will show just how important he was!</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2018/04/listen-my-children-for-just-cause-to.html">Listen My Children, For Just Cause, To Hear the Story of William Dawes</a></div><div>Billy Dawes road with Paul Revere on that fate-filled night of April 18, 1775, and they were eventually joined with Samuel Prescott. Here is the Midnight Ride as told from a slightly different perspective.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2019/04/the-midnight-riders-of-april-18-1775.html">The Midnight Riders of April 18, 1775: Prescott, Cheswell, and Dozens of Others</a></div><div>Paul Revere was just one of many other riders on the night od April 18th in '75. Here are stories of a few other warning riders.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2017/04/april-19-1775-through-eyes-and-words-of.html">April 18th & 19th, 1775 - The Battle of Lexington & Concord: As Seen Through the Eyes of Those Who Were There</a></div><div>Did you like reading in today's posting of what Samuel Downing said, and hearing stories of the Revolutionary War from one who was there? Well, this is along the same lines, only it centers on the first battles of the American Revolution. One of my favorite RevWar posts!</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2013/02/with-liberty-and-justice-for-all-fight.html">With Liberty and Justice For All: The Fight for Independence (From the Collection at The Henry Ford Museum)</a></div><div>The Henry Ford Museum has amassed a very large collection of Revolutionary War-era objects over the years, and they displayed them prominently during the Bicentennial in 1976. Since that time the collection has been spread out in different areas throughout the museum. Well, they now have put many of those objects in their "With Liberty and Justice For All" exhibit. 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We've had little snow and, considering the time of year here in the north, mostly downright balmy temperatures. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9VnKCAdhiIkRAm-Kqcp5NH89IMe9UTm8P0rYycaqxjRPTNeBdUWT1VxADrR99ApUcws9zrua4QKWuBHDmSPZUqBXEEMffuWcM97JU0GFH8U7SVFRrY51KWCWAMS6RW4LAUmpve4KsXLZo4puNJwohVA2M6kRT5FEZZgT3rE25lDaEGAAIErUJPB4YpQ/s594/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20001%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="418" data-original-width="594" height="281" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9VnKCAdhiIkRAm-Kqcp5NH89IMe9UTm8P0rYycaqxjRPTNeBdUWT1VxADrR99ApUcws9zrua4QKWuBHDmSPZUqBXEEMffuWcM97JU0GFH8U7SVFRrY51KWCWAMS6RW4LAUmpve4KsXLZo4puNJwohVA2M6kRT5FEZZgT3rE25lDaEGAAIErUJPB4YpQ/w400-h281/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20001%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Taken years ago, back when Greenfield</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Village was open into early January</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div>I'm a four seasons kind of guy and I enjoy each one that Michigan has to offer, which is why I live here (plus, my Michigan roots go back to 1883 - quite a long period of time. I just can't pack up and leave with roots that deep). And I would probably enjoy winter even more if my favorite historical out-door museum, Greenfield Village, would remain open during the months of January, February, and March.</div><div>You see, they open in mid-April, and by the 1st of December they close up the Village for the daytime and only remain open for their special Christmas Holiday Nights evenings. And though the adjacent indoor Henry Ford Museum stays open year 'round, Greenfield Village closes its gates in late December, only a few days after Christmas. Then the wait until mid-April begins again...</div><div>My own wish would be for them to remain open during the snowy months - even if it were only on weekends: how cool would it be to visit on a Saturday or Sunday and be able to take a horse-drawn sleigh ride (which I actually have done before back when they were open during early January)? Or, perhaps remain open during the late winter and early spring, allowing folks to watch and possibly partake in maple sugaring (which they also used to do many, many years ago)? And then there is learning how folks whiled away the hours during the winter - the chores and crafts of wintertime past.</div><div>I know...I've heard all the reasons why they don't do this (though, as I pointed out, they used to many years ago), but in my opinion they would only have to have their 'main' houses open: the 1880's Firestone Farm, 1750's Daggett Farm, the 1870s Ford Birthplace/Farm, perhaps 1930s Mattox, 1789 McGuffey Cabin, just as a few examples. Open to the public so the visitors could see wintertime activities in the 18th, 19th, and even 20th centuries.</div><div>And take a sleigh ride to get to those locations to boot!</div><div>And maybe, as an extra added attraction: behind their Porches and Parlors area there is a sort of steep grassy incline that would be perfect for sledding. How many young kids today (besides those who have traditional parents like us) have ever been sledding?</div><div>Not many, I'm willing to bet.</div><div>And one of the best things is that the visitors would be able to enjoy the historic scenic beauty of wintertime that only Greenfield Village has to offer.</div><div>It's activities like this that can make the harsh cold winter that we usually have that much more bearable. </div><div>And it's history! </div><div>But, unfortunately, this not to be.</div><div>At least for now. </div><div>However, one never knows the changes that lie ahead...right?</div><div><div>So, in the meantime, since visitors are not allowed inside Greenfield Village during the off season, I must consider it a blessing when we do get a goodly amount of snow before the Village closes up, therefore allowing many of us to enjoy the sites of each season.</div><div>In today's posting I have a collection of wintertime photos taken throughout the years, whether they were taken while the Village was still open during the day in November, whether taken during a particular snowy December evening during Holiday Nights, or whether I got antsy and snapped a few over the wall shots in January, February, or March. They're all mixed in together.</div><div>So! Are you ready for a winter journey to our favorite place in time?</div></div></div><div style="text-align: left;">It's always somewhat magical when one can visit Greenfield Village after or during a snowfall, and I have been able to visit during near white-out conditions as well as afterward, when the sun sometimes pops out. In this post, you will see gray skies and snow falling, sunny days, and even gray skies at night, for they were not all taken the same day or even same year.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Winter at Greenfield Village - - - - </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhhPwNClKWGxH54ydgyu4e-l1Yz-5u3InnOd6of9gB3ZvWG07bAFIkvUVi-nIgFsyLqOYIAq3uNEkmRAaWd03abQ1c85F8I0xXYp6NvX_IC_vYq9ZuRJUqopZ_eVuhyIesBqM4hJp9Ep03hI9gg7fyD4Q0LLirlxD4weiZ8RTmNd8WJDykWxckubwcug/s1071/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20002%20Winter%20at%20GFV.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="804" data-original-width="1071" height="511" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhhPwNClKWGxH54ydgyu4e-l1Yz-5u3InnOd6of9gB3ZvWG07bAFIkvUVi-nIgFsyLqOYIAq3uNEkmRAaWd03abQ1c85F8I0xXYp6NvX_IC_vYq9ZuRJUqopZ_eVuhyIesBqM4hJp9Ep03hI9gg7fyD4Q0LLirlxD4weiZ8RTmNd8WJDykWxckubwcug/w681-h511/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20002%20Winter%20at%20GFV.JPG" width="681" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I remember the excitement of a 2015 snowfall in mid-November. I scurried to the Village the following day, camera in hand. As I trudged along the wintry road to my favorite part of the Village, I passed the 1870 home and boarding house on the left there belonging to Sarah ("Aunt Sally") Jordan, who gave room & board to Thomas Edison's workers at his Menlo Park laboratory.</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSwPzz_M9fT_G-0Rb0nj0PbldfM8riFf2OVzgctc5pkk_iTUh47N_sC_G0hXqlFyXKxUHVV_6rdTmVzD6aEq21g-ddOz2Rhm2byg0U35p-qZwUpCSP4YgI6vN4AQhnEpjv8yy24GmcwqEoFTxnYrVAb0NAdm1hLTmlc_vUP802qvriUKdBlFUIaMrwVg/s795/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20003%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="596" data-original-width="795" height="517" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSwPzz_M9fT_G-0Rb0nj0PbldfM8riFf2OVzgctc5pkk_iTUh47N_sC_G0hXqlFyXKxUHVV_6rdTmVzD6aEq21g-ddOz2Rhm2byg0U35p-qZwUpCSP4YgI6vN4AQhnEpjv8yy24GmcwqEoFTxnYrVAb0NAdm1hLTmlc_vUP802qvriUKdBlFUIaMrwVg/w689-h517/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20003%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="689" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The Sarah Jordan Boarding House, built in 1870, originally stood near the laboratory where Thomas Edison and his men toiled in Menlo Park, New Jersey. Widowed in 1877, "Aunt Sally," as Sarah was known, lived in Newark, and was sent for in 1878 by her distant relative, Thomas Edison, to run a place for his workers to eat and sleep. With little employment opportunities for women, Mrs. Jordan accepted the offer and opened the home as a boarding house that same year.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Several of Edison's single employees lived here and would sleep two to three to a bed in the six rooms on the second floor. In fact, at the height of the laboratory's activities in 1880, sixteen boarders called this structure 'home.'</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfCFQggQRSoYHZtC8n_pyGW_Jx9ruStjNw3FxAsP7wJXrc90cCRCn9GPm6dY279d-En4juVNQRbNhUiNpsle-3on5NtVt9mO8VK3HkB4JIigjXMrEJobP7W6O4pWGi5XiooCH9Zkq9ITEGxnyx1W9l0_CUY9nU9qWsu9ijff0ZeYVVZsZXT45Hly1Qpg/s864/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20004%20Winter%20at%20GFV.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="648" data-original-width="864" height="518" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfCFQggQRSoYHZtC8n_pyGW_Jx9ruStjNw3FxAsP7wJXrc90cCRCn9GPm6dY279d-En4juVNQRbNhUiNpsle-3on5NtVt9mO8VK3HkB4JIigjXMrEJobP7W6O4pWGi5XiooCH9Zkq9ITEGxnyx1W9l0_CUY9nU9qWsu9ijff0ZeYVVZsZXT45Hly1Qpg/w690-h518/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20004%20Winter%20at%20GFV.JPG" width="690" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The Ackley Covered Bridge was built in 1832 in West Finley, Pennsylvania. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">This bridge is one of my very favorite historic structures in all of Greenfield Village.</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFnrOhFR5s5sfuuSzwSelxcl6cIQYuqmCm1utoToFpvP9247SNTZ-g711YAqZvfYdD7HypIi_9L-CDqGeOl-aGyLIEWulWB8GvtKjj8grdXrEbfbVsNrLrjkghaJwROxfTeSnOGA_J7cmBofaMUTj1Nxdypv26d7kblfP9dfM-JWG_CwYxVDl9g7mJwQ/s1002/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20005%20Winter%20at%20GFV.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="752" data-original-width="1002" height="515" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFnrOhFR5s5sfuuSzwSelxcl6cIQYuqmCm1utoToFpvP9247SNTZ-g711YAqZvfYdD7HypIi_9L-CDqGeOl-aGyLIEWulWB8GvtKjj8grdXrEbfbVsNrLrjkghaJwROxfTeSnOGA_J7cmBofaMUTj1Nxdypv26d7kblfP9dfM-JWG_CwYxVDl9g7mJwQ/w687-h515/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20005%20Winter%20at%20GFV.JPG" width="687" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: left;">Did you know that in the old days before the age of the horseless carriages, they used to shovel snow </span><i style="text-align: left;">onto</i><span style="text-align: left;"> the roads and bridges so it would be easier for the sleighs to travel? Yep - it's true, for many people would either own a sleigh or, in some cases, convert their carriages into sleighs for winter travel.</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAwzG94qDli7m7lWkZfW4YxPT6Wtp8_qwzNyYyVO3Mqs2kB3tXoGQEKdkQ56-vL3sw37g_I15we_4cPTXW_RZRzEgtkm83EHI-kVDnaQ0_U924qSQjfqsACxAtQXiS5qViM1Xav5DSypBNuiVELXMSxn8iHW7M_29YucKk3oJ3gfDd3CkL5DeAaaIwzw/s864/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20006%20Winter%20at%20GFV.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="648" data-original-width="864" height="501" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAwzG94qDli7m7lWkZfW4YxPT6Wtp8_qwzNyYyVO3Mqs2kB3tXoGQEKdkQ56-vL3sw37g_I15we_4cPTXW_RZRzEgtkm83EHI-kVDnaQ0_U924qSQjfqsACxAtQXiS5qViM1Xav5DSypBNuiVELXMSxn8iHW7M_29YucKk3oJ3gfDd3CkL5DeAaaIwzw/w668-h501/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20006%20Winter%20at%20GFV.JPG" width="668" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A beautiful scene out of the past - welcome to the 19th century!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr6-SrGhelA-LNjI269RLjmh3CPbOJydN4jlV_2_hojlYX30DguglgbiuOhsxh4WIDtsvJRoF4fX7pTWTdpIDzgYsTycRqjI2C2gzqOyTGZtfj2RZTUC60KwTT4QWR9ECuLhISJkjNgDbXEmORheZKYTMHDJlMawoxicFqdWL5dDv63AfBMNY19gxO2A/s1024/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20007%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="683" data-original-width="1024" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr6-SrGhelA-LNjI269RLjmh3CPbOJydN4jlV_2_hojlYX30DguglgbiuOhsxh4WIDtsvJRoF4fX7pTWTdpIDzgYsTycRqjI2C2gzqOyTGZtfj2RZTUC60KwTT4QWR9ECuLhISJkjNgDbXEmORheZKYTMHDJlMawoxicFqdWL5dDv63AfBMNY19gxO2A/w689-h458/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20007%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="689" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I am not sure who took this photo - the person who </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I thought it was said it was not him - </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">but it is a truly beautiful scene of 19th century Americana.</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0bYyFM5qc-SVMU3aqiaX5mSBJN6n2xnD2lMdzknsU0C0rAyx_zhHJQLgjJWD-vpyQ0EGV2qYjvFGq75QuwPOqWxrNusSaA7gpjRVQuJUQnsXRFr9ktLr9uDx6ZlpfLKdE_TgfI4BEKXQzwCj4zZhiHRg2YMEi6Aud1OvTmxXCs0Mn_w6_93LTlCVRfQ/s864/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20008%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="392" data-original-width="864" height="314" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0bYyFM5qc-SVMU3aqiaX5mSBJN6n2xnD2lMdzknsU0C0rAyx_zhHJQLgjJWD-vpyQ0EGV2qYjvFGq75QuwPOqWxrNusSaA7gpjRVQuJUQnsXRFr9ktLr9uDx6ZlpfLKdE_TgfI4BEKXQzwCj4zZhiHRg2YMEi6Aud1OvTmxXCs0Mn_w6_93LTlCVRfQ/w693-h314/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20008%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="693" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">This is one of my over-the-wall pictures - where I am outside the brick wall that surrounds Greenfield Village and hold my camera up as high as I can, snapping away in hopes that the image turns out.<br />This one certainly did - and there are more coming.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKAs2_0bksgiXyc1epLzI7dig6E5W84hGTp9NIjeJFrLNahXK4lFQRDfg19Hn5dcEEqFFS_fa9Gh3iM5ObTxfVHdW5FRzQEfsr-WrO3sse5KaTMeE85xwvSUZFg8Adws8b6rwWoALtqC51bIBr9cGyFBOsFbv8sl2jAC8j1rYOmOVpnUSlOPrl6U1XdQ/s1017/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20009%20Winter%20at%20GFV.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="747" data-original-width="1017" height="470" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKAs2_0bksgiXyc1epLzI7dig6E5W84hGTp9NIjeJFrLNahXK4lFQRDfg19Hn5dcEEqFFS_fa9Gh3iM5ObTxfVHdW5FRzQEfsr-WrO3sse5KaTMeE85xwvSUZFg8Adws8b6rwWoALtqC51bIBr9cGyFBOsFbv8sl2jAC8j1rYOmOVpnUSlOPrl6U1XdQ/w640-h470/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20009%20Winter%20at%20GFV.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A presenter scurries past the 1750 Giddings House.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUxB_Gd8uYrxzLmCYniObL0w-ljZkBSoZ-2JzEwMbzUxcep_F9ER6b8CJK-gFh_MB-8A888JlgnoZKhJRD4YZaI43oL42ogzxcjdV038pdbjrSA7BtYG0cAqKG8WrKbml5HQA5GChVTrLlK3d3AJZau9bHM7yob0KQ7HnfObHVumnQj0A7C6MSDcTmUQ/s1071/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20010%20Winter%20at%20GFV.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="804" data-original-width="1071" height="516" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUxB_Gd8uYrxzLmCYniObL0w-ljZkBSoZ-2JzEwMbzUxcep_F9ER6b8CJK-gFh_MB-8A888JlgnoZKhJRD4YZaI43oL42ogzxcjdV038pdbjrSA7BtYG0cAqKG8WrKbml5HQA5GChVTrLlK3d3AJZau9bHM7yob0KQ7HnfObHVumnQj0A7C6MSDcTmUQ/w687-h516/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20010%20Winter%20at%20GFV.JPG" width="687" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Giddings, a prosperous merchant and shipbuilder, built and lived in this home with his wife, </span><span style="font-size: medium;">Mehetabel, </span><span style="font-size: medium;"> and their five children: Mary (1752), John (1754), Dorothy (1758), Mehetabel (1764), </span><span style="font-size: large;">and Deborah (1770).</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">In December of 1790, it became the home of New Hampshire's first Secretary of State, Joseph Pearson, who, inside this house, married Captain Gidding's daughter, Dorothy, in April of 1795.</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYLBCfhhzIBh-b8x2NO8LrdU7e2SkXWVG_CBCoEXhAnLbn8VXt8SDvLap6I8zaIawT7XtF3HAxDzsVX326ToCvvB87TMOY0_ase6HP0XltviQayZmWF07K2cePaDvQqqI7-32hrVzS2EJdIBWJ3qWkP7skVNVpQbxH0SyvFQV8fJ0zB4iELnoGSJi0lQ/s864/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20011%20Winter%20at%20GFV.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="648" data-original-width="864" height="515" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYLBCfhhzIBh-b8x2NO8LrdU7e2SkXWVG_CBCoEXhAnLbn8VXt8SDvLap6I8zaIawT7XtF3HAxDzsVX326ToCvvB87TMOY0_ase6HP0XltviQayZmWF07K2cePaDvQqqI7-32hrVzS2EJdIBWJ3qWkP7skVNVpQbxH0SyvFQV8fJ0zB4iELnoGSJi0lQ/w686-h515/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20011%20Winter%20at%20GFV.JPG" width="686" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">On the right, there, you see a house that was initially thought to have been built in the 18th century, but after some research and detective work by a few very astute historians, they found that this home, the Susquehanna Plantation, was actually built in the 1830s.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I am very proud I was able to snap this, capturing the sun in this manner. </span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5k1-uMRO0mmvn9TYIHl0vetcmseDUQ2pVIGwVSrnPm90xv6W9rbYJ6ovB09yU-PxreAmgqMiUVHWDmJgHe4KzPi63k9CEbr5KZuY1cPRznAzUsl6gCIxj3JS0JvJ1F_pbQoIVm4JDfhY0U6-qG5kJcWlfDtB7nOdam97-B5URQhdyZZs2V7XnUBG_mQ/s788/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20012%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="443" data-original-width="788" height="390" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5k1-uMRO0mmvn9TYIHl0vetcmseDUQ2pVIGwVSrnPm90xv6W9rbYJ6ovB09yU-PxreAmgqMiUVHWDmJgHe4KzPi63k9CEbr5KZuY1cPRznAzUsl6gCIxj3JS0JvJ1F_pbQoIVm4JDfhY0U6-qG5kJcWlfDtB7nOdam97-B5URQhdyZZs2V7XnUBG_mQ/w693-h390/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20012%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="693" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Henry and Elizabeth Carroll and their family built this house, known as the Susquehanna Plantation, in the mid-1830's, where it sat upon 700 acres, and they enjoyed a prosperous life, including hosting extravagant parties. They had five children.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Their 75 slaves, however, did not enjoy the same good life; they slept in 13 small, wood shacks with dirt floors and were made to work brutal hours in the fields, especially during harvest time.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The Carroll family was one of the wealthiest in St. Mary's County - the slaves alone, according to the 1860 census, were valued at $49,000. Among the slaves were skilled craftsmen, including blacksmiths, carpenters, coopers, shoemakers, tanners (leather makers), and seamstresses.</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3l3z29lz5DpWkR8nsAxk4NXZartlvU84V6wdUbg5sHpkTO6b-S5jnOOIpIeoJo99iG36jwVfVZqqE77QMOa-eIwhw_c7juyr6MN0ghYKNmDkvVqH0aTuDpKux74kORXVqjJZcAmYK0ErPgVsZGEOBw3yBLljnwMsJNHgXQTx_YhJtDT4L_yN14i1Yrg/s1218/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20013%20Winter%20at%20GFV.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="648" data-original-width="1218" height="368" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3l3z29lz5DpWkR8nsAxk4NXZartlvU84V6wdUbg5sHpkTO6b-S5jnOOIpIeoJo99iG36jwVfVZqqE77QMOa-eIwhw_c7juyr6MN0ghYKNmDkvVqH0aTuDpKux74kORXVqjJZcAmYK0ErPgVsZGEOBw3yBLljnwMsJNHgXQTx_YhJtDT4L_yN14i1Yrg/w692-h368/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20013%20Winter%20at%20GFV.JPG" width="692" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The Plympton House, built in the early 1700s in Sudbury, Massachusetts.<br />It was Abel Prescott, a brother of Samuel Prescott (who rode with Paul Revere), that pounded upon this door on the morning of April 18, 1775, to warn home owner Thomas Plympton, a member of the Provincial Congress, that the Regular Army was on the march to Concord. Warning guns were fired to summon militia companies, and within thirty-five minutes the entire town of Sudbury had been awakened.</span> </td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYA133ka92oyQsobqST4cLY3Ir2L3LBr0r_ZzQZHExh4Vt74BulsNkKnBzax5z3zdkMeYdx28iYPWhmXSef15pTcKF2IvvDcqbf5Kl2prOKIA5XdAXTZWZhfyAoQ-ZDswaiji4NCLUwHlPtDkVqq03zYvWE5XyUDrrHDGH6PGTZWIUYjQF60Lq4Ct6Pw/s864/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20014%20Winter%20at%20GFV.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="648" data-original-width="864" height="518" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYA133ka92oyQsobqST4cLY3Ir2L3LBr0r_ZzQZHExh4Vt74BulsNkKnBzax5z3zdkMeYdx28iYPWhmXSef15pTcKF2IvvDcqbf5Kl2prOKIA5XdAXTZWZhfyAoQ-ZDswaiji4NCLUwHlPtDkVqq03zYvWE5XyUDrrHDGH6PGTZWIUYjQF60Lq4Ct6Pw/w690-h518/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20014%20Winter%20at%20GFV.JPG" width="690" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">What do we spy just beyond the Plympton House?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The Daggett House - my favorite in all the Village!</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3AZY-lizBwOCADbVjB7aGi4ppReXf59egJXfYlJymlq47zgZALA_xdJiYJ_VuW9GEWlmPaH4E6kVmdcEsQakcALhAjRQ8V2j6xKZdaNU1K2hDiZolTlgLTsxXcSNM6Rm2iZ5c00aVvA8LuheoyK99UEsHL6vvx31c4eA1tkGK-PhpDFuwUIkzxv1hxg/s1079/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20015%20Winter%20at%20GFV.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="794" data-original-width="1079" height="506" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3AZY-lizBwOCADbVjB7aGi4ppReXf59egJXfYlJymlq47zgZALA_xdJiYJ_VuW9GEWlmPaH4E6kVmdcEsQakcALhAjRQ8V2j6xKZdaNU1K2hDiZolTlgLTsxXcSNM6Rm2iZ5c00aVvA8LuheoyK99UEsHL6vvx31c4eA1tkGK-PhpDFuwUIkzxv1hxg/w689-h506/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20015%20Winter%20at%20GFV.JPG" width="689" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Samuel Daggett, a housewright, built this "saltbox" house right around the year 1750.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">The lean-to (saltbox) style was a very popular style of architecture in colonial New England. The most distinctive feature is the asymmetrical gable roof, which has a short roof plane in the front and a long roof plane in the rear, extending over a lean-to.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">It is a wonderful example of distinctive 17th and 18th century architecture.</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKIEXTRbSV_l8g7Q2EIklJvm-qReRAHW6jg2gcjfRyj6ExVpuZ_Fuum2PkVldnaCOPbAIfsUc_A-SnuTwA-MNUx4qNZFlZKFVYq-2cmIrgBHwHXAvQA4xSQlStqPtTby-G_rkX-tprN1lc4zF2MnVQSM8CZAEaD8Nz1erjRSiMSlxn8_YzZ_Afmv5TYA/s864/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20016%20Winter%20at%20GFV.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="648" data-original-width="864" height="516" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKIEXTRbSV_l8g7Q2EIklJvm-qReRAHW6jg2gcjfRyj6ExVpuZ_Fuum2PkVldnaCOPbAIfsUc_A-SnuTwA-MNUx4qNZFlZKFVYq-2cmIrgBHwHXAvQA4xSQlStqPtTby-G_rkX-tprN1lc4zF2MnVQSM8CZAEaD8Nz1erjRSiMSlxn8_YzZ_Afmv5TYA/w688-h516/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20016%20Winter%20at%20GFV.JPG" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Though 'saltbox' is the most familiar term for its style for us in modern times, those who lived in Connecticut (where this house was originally built) in the 1700s would have called it a 'breakback,' while folks in Massachusetts favored 'lean-to.' </span> </span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkaqoAIjvSjmHUZl_-2PcYrFH-tq334AAZ1e9hl1Ukxq_EKXTbKo-TxGpm4XF1qcx9DwbzcM5jaMrmCaA-dvfEI0ops_pxxRC5GI005Fu6bxbuNNJCH5YzHeXLyfRPOQwbdTKQDPqsm9bnF_XBhYXLpvwoj6G9AF4dbdZHALGceS9Blz0g9r3hH3Szlg/s795/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20017%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="596" data-original-width="795" height="515" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkaqoAIjvSjmHUZl_-2PcYrFH-tq334AAZ1e9hl1Ukxq_EKXTbKo-TxGpm4XF1qcx9DwbzcM5jaMrmCaA-dvfEI0ops_pxxRC5GI005Fu6bxbuNNJCH5YzHeXLyfRPOQwbdTKQDPqsm9bnF_XBhYXLpvwoj6G9AF4dbdZHALGceS9Blz0g9r3hH3Szlg/w686-h515/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20017%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="686" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The mid-1600's Farris Windmill relocated to Greenfield Village from Cape Cod is on the left of the home of Samuel Daggett and his wife, Anna. No, it wasn't originally part of the Daggett farm back in the 18th century, by the way, though it looks like it fits perfectly.</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYlxT4zv6zl8P0S0W2W7hDLeGL8EiK6qJp2wYCb34FdfclnBH7LjkopM6aKnScrthxwjL0-q-lca8fHUupA7zP_1knTLdPaEZEGAriRvalA5aSakCZYhztB4F6w9c9Fh151odd9kvpGkRcUZ0neTrUP_a5VMEJakPPWmzK5MgXAWNZ1Lq3pQrqU59BpQ/s1071/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20018%20Winter%20at%20GFV.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="804" data-original-width="1071" height="516" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYlxT4zv6zl8P0S0W2W7hDLeGL8EiK6qJp2wYCb34FdfclnBH7LjkopM6aKnScrthxwjL0-q-lca8fHUupA7zP_1knTLdPaEZEGAriRvalA5aSakCZYhztB4F6w9c9Fh151odd9kvpGkRcUZ0neTrUP_a5VMEJakPPWmzK5MgXAWNZ1Lq3pQrqU59BpQ/w687-h516/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20018%20Winter%20at%20GFV.JPG" width="687" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">There were still root vegetables in the ground in the kitchen garden when the snow fell<br />on this mid-November day.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfwV5qnqjoJIxMEwxDzsvoP1s7-Uhq5-Ann4vCYP-IPZ6p0hApSHN6yvCr_U_2pMMzrz28CbiGNMBGMurX9-SQW9xhEHYnJAb5MmLZCy0y1cAS7zMdSMVFxVrUy33VWgRH_Mg-idVO0W53Gz67etFl-fTBmblTS8cnMkr5zeAivC4Wwbbbf-ONrw-KVg/s794/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20019%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="759" data-original-width="794" height="657" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfwV5qnqjoJIxMEwxDzsvoP1s7-Uhq5-Ann4vCYP-IPZ6p0hApSHN6yvCr_U_2pMMzrz28CbiGNMBGMurX9-SQW9xhEHYnJAb5MmLZCy0y1cAS7zMdSMVFxVrUy33VWgRH_Mg-idVO0W53Gz67etFl-fTBmblTS8cnMkr5zeAivC4Wwbbbf-ONrw-KVg/w687-h657/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20019%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="687" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Here is an over-the-wall shot I was able to grab. Most often, these over-the-wall snaps were usually taken in January, February, or early March, during a time when there is no entrance into the Village.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">This style of New England architecture utilized a central chimney, with this one in particular having three fireplace openings on each of the two floors. English settlers created this style by adapting a medieval house form to meet the different needs and climate of North America. The design was perfect for the harsh New England climate.</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNBEFtwbAi1-P5eNAezB_qHu-WHUx2emwRnQ51DydY5x3ChVfyoXD_frsvqr9wSPtEU1gOhfMnHTHFZf9C8XPKMIn24_6IvJWu16pz8tg9nrivm2PaItZYYlKmCvV7DnjLkSOviGt9pSDAbCXBxYe3YYUvRlCs_TJ0cLu6gtRClj9dE-p2jiT6Eb2UAg/s792/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20022%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="382" data-original-width="792" height="334" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNBEFtwbAi1-P5eNAezB_qHu-WHUx2emwRnQ51DydY5x3ChVfyoXD_frsvqr9wSPtEU1gOhfMnHTHFZf9C8XPKMIn24_6IvJWu16pz8tg9nrivm2PaItZYYlKmCvV7DnjLkSOviGt9pSDAbCXBxYe3YYUvRlCs_TJ0cLu6gtRClj9dE-p2jiT6Eb2UAg/w695-h334/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20022%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="695" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Across the street is the Cotswold Cottage collection that I snapped the same day from, again, over-the-wall..</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Henry Ford desired to show America's ancestral European life and sent his agent, Herbert Morton, to find a typical Cotswold stone house for Greenfield Village. Morton eventually located this circa 1620 Rose Cottage in Chedworth, Gloucestershire, England, and found that it was for sale.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The workers dismantled the structures stone by stone - numbering each one individually - and packed them in gravel sacks. Soon the Cotswold collection was on its way to Dearborn, Michigan (via boat and then train), as were a number of the English builders, eager to help with the reconstruction.</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTRDfl_CrU4RN83hvWPJCLXpmq9fqaUnNJ19vt1DfrV7eh0dqXdkUuey7fWvzw4lqr6V0v_PHmzkhaQeB8WVtSOvWIf48w21zIyRlaTUt2ox5YIqMq8xq7MnxYTb0VgYHRDA8s9SdBzC0lF1ZYSi2HB4fH0QeLPFoTZWGsg_sVUPlmWKlGTQVbJZl_8w/s794/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20020%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="420" data-original-width="794" height="362" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTRDfl_CrU4RN83hvWPJCLXpmq9fqaUnNJ19vt1DfrV7eh0dqXdkUuey7fWvzw4lqr6V0v_PHmzkhaQeB8WVtSOvWIf48w21zIyRlaTUt2ox5YIqMq8xq7MnxYTb0VgYHRDA8s9SdBzC0lF1ZYSi2HB4fH0QeLPFoTZWGsg_sVUPlmWKlGTQVbJZl_8w/w685-h362/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20020%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="685" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Now here are a couple of colonial winter scenes that not only includes the Daggett House, but the Plympton House as well (with Cotswold peaking in the background).</span></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7rQE6pM5RpVaLaVqfNsQICHzjLsWpNp4szN305NTzYDuDhszwAyKR05XTcMPcUgt6LE4qW1D4M-c6DMYzW2fFFg1n33dDtmuZodvmI8VViKBs5qyD97le-g0zBqT4nMbBFfj7tD-ePFboBmpfW3JWxgjmngp6qKStBDXfnIL7uf9QUduUS_tq89kBMQ/s795/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20021%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="596" data-original-width="795" height="512" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7rQE6pM5RpVaLaVqfNsQICHzjLsWpNp4szN305NTzYDuDhszwAyKR05XTcMPcUgt6LE4qW1D4M-c6DMYzW2fFFg1n33dDtmuZodvmI8VViKBs5qyD97le-g0zBqT4nMbBFfj7tD-ePFboBmpfW3JWxgjmngp6qKStBDXfnIL7uf9QUduUS_tq89kBMQ/w683-h512/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20021%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="683" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">You guessed correct if you said these were taken over-the-wall. I got pretty good at it, though my feet were wet from the snow (I wore my shoes instead of my boots).</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3Lnq3euHciImUceN_5C-_xGrwU614U2BEMMsMjje0i8AIUitXya_J2ZAWcZk0M0kNrGDj7tgJ0qa6VO9sXQ79qu0geJO5pExlvalRIyNYuL9L-YBSjvKyLLmqi-f-ZBaAHiqx99eNO87kmlMVYXDa2gHgO25NkKyzUy1cotQKiMdhPLOkKrmMh5DR0g/s864/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20023%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="648" data-original-width="864" height="514" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3Lnq3euHciImUceN_5C-_xGrwU614U2BEMMsMjje0i8AIUitXya_J2ZAWcZk0M0kNrGDj7tgJ0qa6VO9sXQ79qu0geJO5pExlvalRIyNYuL9L-YBSjvKyLLmqi-f-ZBaAHiqx99eNO87kmlMVYXDa2gHgO25NkKyzUy1cotQKiMdhPLOkKrmMh5DR0g/w685-h514/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20023%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="685" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">There is the Adams House on the left - more on that in the photo below.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih5lPKfI2ZKK5N4JBq_cu4abW87Nr3bX9B5bMd9ZqkE14RtYqxfbi5UEj-AGWL6_u_5oe7fvCryWd94wdq8aPHIBYJ6YOAiw1lP5dRN-7yk3SSMhxeIBcfGfG839GRLiIEftfup8yMsvQ72nTk2ZmKVAV4OBlRbkjUhUqXMvFhOZEi66qyraDVFPu95Q/s725/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20024%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="596" data-original-width="725" height="568" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih5lPKfI2ZKK5N4JBq_cu4abW87Nr3bX9B5bMd9ZqkE14RtYqxfbi5UEj-AGWL6_u_5oe7fvCryWd94wdq8aPHIBYJ6YOAiw1lP5dRN-7yk3SSMhxeIBcfGfG839GRLiIEftfup8yMsvQ72nTk2ZmKVAV4OBlRbkjUhUqXMvFhOZEi66qyraDVFPu95Q/w690-h568/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20024%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="690" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Believe it or not, I was able to capture the Adams House from over-the-wall, for my camera's zoom was able to seemingly get a close up.<br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">As you may or may not know, this former home of newspaper columnist George Matthew Adams, since being brought to the Village back in 1938, has been presented to show everyday life from around the time of Adams' birth in the 1870's.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">However, I have been told it is going through a major change: supposedly sometime in the future the Adams House will become the "Saline Baptist Parsonage," showing the structure as it was during the 1840's when it actually was a Baptist Parsonage.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I am personally very excited for this change to happen, for the 1840's is one era that I felt was under-represented inside Greenfield Village. However, I say "supposedly" because it's been over ten years and nothing has been done, which is a real shame.</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDfQVxvNNvrTqbLOEpp17cSpHfA_s8FrGoLaO8O-FJFLNMt9DzkBn9hiVhoaeJalfv6txV2Ny3XfUCbZyCsF9z9fYolR3YT2WXPqeeO4QSEjfRhIC9eCZ8LAoBB-FgLUkJV_A1PHAA1QYudKiIU03kY56sVJ6rjAfDoMLaoCSu1SI3PaDp2hVPoo48PQ/s1210/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20025%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="561" data-original-width="1210" height="318" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDfQVxvNNvrTqbLOEpp17cSpHfA_s8FrGoLaO8O-FJFLNMt9DzkBn9hiVhoaeJalfv6txV2Ny3XfUCbZyCsF9z9fYolR3YT2WXPqeeO4QSEjfRhIC9eCZ8LAoBB-FgLUkJV_A1PHAA1QYudKiIU03kY56sVJ6rjAfDoMLaoCSu1SI3PaDp2hVPoo48PQ/w688-h318/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20025%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">In this winter photo we have, on the far left, the 1831 Eagle Tavern. This Tavern has the distinction of being the second structure brought to Greenfield Village. Only the JR Jones General Store was brought earlier.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">In the center we can see the beautiful Martha-Mary Chapel. This non-denominational chapel design was based on a Universalist church in Bradford, Massachusetts. Built inside Greenfield Village the year it opened, 1929, the bricks, doors, and door knobs came from the building in which Henry Ford and Clara Bryant were married in 1888 - the Bryant family home in old Greenfield Township. Joseph Warren Revere, the son of the famous silversmith Paul Revere, cast the circa 1834 bell that is up in the steeple. This bell hung in the belfry of the Universalist Church in Hingham, Massachusetts from 1834 to 1927, before being installed at the Martha-Mary Chapel in Greenfield Village.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">On the right we can see the Scotch Settlement School from Dearborn, Michigan, built in 1861.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Henry Ford attended class here in 1871. Even though it was Ford’s first probable Village acquisition, it was not brought to the Village until the summer of 1929, after the JR Jones General Store and the Eagle Tavern were already settled in their respective places.</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeP52mQ5ChFuvNiOnJZw8T6s8AzTuSAMx0I4iCagOuJ8YeVRDFrGDoVmCu2E6_0sl8NPjKJCW4HP5EYpvczLNFAad0tJD38-O8JOaQtDUflcN3PPIOZ_OwFe9aZMRDYzk6PURWqTrCEVeVfVTm4CiQJicOPvZpg8mbL2jSdfc773dckIjTQrInWwYlgA/s781/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20026%20Winter%20at%20GFV.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="482" data-original-width="781" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeP52mQ5ChFuvNiOnJZw8T6s8AzTuSAMx0I4iCagOuJ8YeVRDFrGDoVmCu2E6_0sl8NPjKJCW4HP5EYpvczLNFAad0tJD38-O8JOaQtDUflcN3PPIOZ_OwFe9aZMRDYzk6PURWqTrCEVeVfVTm4CiQJicOPvZpg8mbL2jSdfc773dckIjTQrInWwYlgA/w688-h424/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20026%20Winter%20at%20GFV.JPG" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">The Village Green also hosts a few more structures: the gray building on the left is the Logan County (Illinois) Courthouse - the very same one in which Abraham Lincoln himself practiced law in the 1840s.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">The little red structure on the right began as a school house in 1838 but was purchased by Doctor Alonson Howard in 1855 and turned into his own doctors office.</span></div></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div><div><br /></div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhumkGB5x80LV90xRpjcb4bQ8cvaoZ1teYWprr86b-BKuePoBfOhKVeg47bGPBHB_t9nBXl41wMxN5JJpNTW6pWi0nTVOxrgXWpm-vl_FK01u1c3tknH0tjXs7Ax_58nLqMTWJbUQh67tsfSgDM6zWoJXqEK2_b_nMoN7d4CCh0oqB3d1ntjljijLwh7A/s864/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20027%20Winter%20at%20GFV.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="648" data-original-width="864" height="517" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhumkGB5x80LV90xRpjcb4bQ8cvaoZ1teYWprr86b-BKuePoBfOhKVeg47bGPBHB_t9nBXl41wMxN5JJpNTW6pWi0nTVOxrgXWpm-vl_FK01u1c3tknH0tjXs7Ax_58nLqMTWJbUQh67tsfSgDM6zWoJXqEK2_b_nMoN7d4CCh0oqB3d1ntjljijLwh7A/w688-h517/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20027%20Winter%20at%20GFV.JPG" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Also facing the Village Green is the JR Jones General Store (and the Eagle Tavern in the distance). </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">The JR Jones General Store, built around 1870, is from the Waterford area of Michigan and, as mentioned earlier, has the distinction of being the first building brought to Greenfield Village.</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmvE68ZD_jLGC-fQbSw3l8FzIqyEWsoHkw3khrB6B2GASQ-62x_H-Bv2Ivl259Byp9k9kK4mITPGxDAaF03X4RjiSmZZ7b3qnDK_QW0FeqOBz30Q6oIJQqUJnlA5ipf7Bk4546LSJaPBFgU9M-qlh3mduU4bzKFnta-_iItoEewSKm4vtHCPySP9kI3A/s795/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20028%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="470" data-original-width="795" height="407" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmvE68ZD_jLGC-fQbSw3l8FzIqyEWsoHkw3khrB6B2GASQ-62x_H-Bv2Ivl259Byp9k9kK4mITPGxDAaF03X4RjiSmZZ7b3qnDK_QW0FeqOBz30Q6oIJQqUJnlA5ipf7Bk4546LSJaPBFgU9M-qlh3mduU4bzKFnta-_iItoEewSKm4vtHCPySP9kI3A/w689-h407/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20028%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="689" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And we have another over-the-wall picture!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">This is a photo showing a part of the 'town' area of Greenfield Village. From the left is a replica (albeit much smaller) version of the first Ford Factory from 1903.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Next we have the Cohen Millinery Shop, originally located at 444 Baker Street in Detroit. It represents the new wave of specialized stores in the larger cities in the late 19th century. It was here that Mrs. Elizabeth Cohen made her living decorating women's hats from 1892 to 1903, catering to mainly the middle class genre.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">To the right of the millinery we have the Heinz House. It was in the early 1860's in this Sharpsburg, Pennsylvania brick house, built in 1854, that Henry John (H.J.) Heinz (b. 1844), the son of a German immigrant brickmaker, produced the first of his more than "57 Varieties" of ketchup. Using horseradish grown in the family's truck garden along the Allegheny River, the boy grated and bottled it in vinegar in his mother's new basement kitchen. Yep, Heinz 57 was born right here in this building!</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqd-h6JtnN9EbYc2YcFzaIJf1otRaHpYqcJEcIpVcU7tQ1eu9IF2JOtBQ7HjgEuMjtsDlhNS-KDSuLyLg7QgD3bOp99vjTYkSElIId8EPiyUJtfz-FFeb84pA3eCT_gQeVlHf7Nkfn2yvdwlcy9RZPc2mosZ7LNfWsQMkQAVjj4xNv1NjyIz5OzejU4Q/s795/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20029%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="366" data-original-width="795" height="316" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqd-h6JtnN9EbYc2YcFzaIJf1otRaHpYqcJEcIpVcU7tQ1eu9IF2JOtBQ7HjgEuMjtsDlhNS-KDSuLyLg7QgD3bOp99vjTYkSElIId8EPiyUJtfz-FFeb84pA3eCT_gQeVlHf7Nkfn2yvdwlcy9RZPc2mosZ7LNfWsQMkQAVjj4xNv1NjyIz5OzejU4Q/w688-h316/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20029%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div><span style="font-size: medium;">It was in this simple two-story clapboard farmhouse (the white house on the left), built in 1861 on the dividing line of Springwells and Dearborn Townships in Michigan, that Henry Ford, the first of William and Mary's six children, was born on July 30, 1863.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">The dark gray building on the right is the barn.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Yes, another over-the-wall snap I took. Hey---I got pretty good at it!</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr-ey9dKb8shBmoDgqm8vmCrT90wIuEV4PAHjRYVI8MH_GrUo8adcxm2m_5hMhXFiVcsAq_W4u_L_Og4tRw5TthiRhASBl8ckMU4-KyocDzkG6iaUnbqM7W5-eAVrlpbOSBaxpA9UjPHmX6Y5ReLAnuMu3ht1Xs012mPxfqxA7XbLec-sGjHW1W90gNg/s876/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20030%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="655" data-original-width="876" height="513" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr-ey9dKb8shBmoDgqm8vmCrT90wIuEV4PAHjRYVI8MH_GrUo8adcxm2m_5hMhXFiVcsAq_W4u_L_Og4tRw5TthiRhASBl8ckMU4-KyocDzkG6iaUnbqM7W5-eAVrlpbOSBaxpA9UjPHmX6Y5ReLAnuMu3ht1Xs012mPxfqxA7XbLec-sGjHW1W90gNg/w687-h513/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20030%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="687" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">On the side yard of the Ford Home, the sheep were poking through the snow to find grass in which to graze.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiCZkk17XVu2C_BDtzdskHvvEE2isU3vJiBfL9GK7Sg0bLLBfb90dNTeynU9EL5p3o7tzqLpLmmRAjLpeCUOH73CvvfvoFgpCjp9MXezBJCoTefisVdVQnQaZCmRf-3cHnfEj_uy8yRXvzIfxQS6DhMTswoSPYishzfmS_RgVavI83y6tvAyW1aQ6lRg/s864/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20031%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="648" data-original-width="864" height="514" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiCZkk17XVu2C_BDtzdskHvvEE2isU3vJiBfL9GK7Sg0bLLBfb90dNTeynU9EL5p3o7tzqLpLmmRAjLpeCUOH73CvvfvoFgpCjp9MXezBJCoTefisVdVQnQaZCmRf-3cHnfEj_uy8yRXvzIfxQS6DhMTswoSPYishzfmS_RgVavI83y6tvAyW1aQ6lRg/w686-h514/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20031%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="686" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">From colonial times and throughout the nineteenth century, gristmills flourished in America, especially after the summer and fall harvests, by meeting an important local need in agricultural communities: grinding the farmers' grain into flour, usually using large, circular stones. Gristmills flourished in America by meeting an important local need in agricultural communities by grinding the farmer's grain into flour. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Henry Ford purchased the 1832 Loranger Gristmill, located on Sunny Creek near Monroe, Michigan, in January of 1928. It was one of the few structures moved to the Village without prior disassembly.</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitgwPpDo5rcQnuzLMnTGEZRdl6M-v6rdJ35X27GkSHLRCYzkWCzOjUEKtQ7AoCIYM3M6yM0xuJuXeiA__y7VhwqIQ4D5kRp2nSJw9wbaZYd7P6Rc4DuvtCyWVHCL1HT0x4yGvjjXU1BlPYmJ3M2S8nis6ZPTYczVGB4Crxy-je47CmJUy60vhSCl-Gjg/s864/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20033%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="648" data-original-width="864" height="515" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitgwPpDo5rcQnuzLMnTGEZRdl6M-v6rdJ35X27GkSHLRCYzkWCzOjUEKtQ7AoCIYM3M6yM0xuJuXeiA__y7VhwqIQ4D5kRp2nSJw9wbaZYd7P6Rc4DuvtCyWVHCL1HT0x4yGvjjXU1BlPYmJ3M2S8nis6ZPTYczVGB4Crxy-je47CmJUy60vhSCl-Gjg/w687-h515/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20033%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="687" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Here is the dirt road that leads us to Firestone Farm. The corn shocks seen in the distance are set for animal feed. If you look above the house and barn you will see a flock of geese flying over head.</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcFQOjZwmuAAj5QAwbMS7owMHTaziGkHXkFDoBqCBQ_iJQ4ZoIOxtPiECj5-phn4tqIdly3kacZuk5IyUY94D0QFN17QTzlJoxUYT99zIM8r1Sy7pbytHZMT4VVqBYiC8G6mMxvRVqwSPaVxoY6058vgjIZCKdmmJFv5WaZuDYfqGE_Ky6Ora3NjvFTA/s864/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20034%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="648" data-original-width="864" height="515" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcFQOjZwmuAAj5QAwbMS7owMHTaziGkHXkFDoBqCBQ_iJQ4ZoIOxtPiECj5-phn4tqIdly3kacZuk5IyUY94D0QFN17QTzlJoxUYT99zIM8r1Sy7pbytHZMT4VVqBYiC8G6mMxvRVqwSPaVxoY6058vgjIZCKdmmJFv5WaZuDYfqGE_Ky6Ora3NjvFTA/w687-h515/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20034%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="687" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">As we move toward the house, we spot the snow-covered heirloom apple orchard. <br /> Luckily the apples were picked by the time this early snowfall struck.</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div>The following three photographs are not mine. They were taken by a few of the presenters who work for the Village, and I am sorry to say that I cannot remember their names. But they all know my love for this place and have very kindly shared their winter pictures with me, and I appreciate them allowing me to use these wonderful photos in my blog post!</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKZbumEixuplmVEav1TELf40KSicD-DDaS0BeFtObMbokM3nuwkDNAtjMTvl3_xi0upofs_wuuHR38ktkA7SChdl9EJbvRKjUvEyfACKySXEPGSzsV9FhZ0vcGS-rvAc1zO6kGQX39HETlNWv3fMP2bZPNxzSt0RpdpiH_3aNrTJ2AXAThF8fCaanfFg/s720/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20035%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="720" height="518" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKZbumEixuplmVEav1TELf40KSicD-DDaS0BeFtObMbokM3nuwkDNAtjMTvl3_xi0upofs_wuuHR38ktkA7SChdl9EJbvRKjUvEyfACKySXEPGSzsV9FhZ0vcGS-rvAc1zO6kGQX39HETlNWv3fMP2bZPNxzSt0RpdpiH_3aNrTJ2AXAThF8fCaanfFg/w691-h518/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20035%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="691" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The Firestone Farm was originally built by Peter Firestone in 1828 in Columbiana, Ohio (just a few miles from the Pennsylvania border), and was "updated" in 1882. It was brought to Greenfield Village in 1983 and is now a gem among gems inside the Village.</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFPVxaQEhswLALnCiT8DUsOwLdpTkJWtv5pXILSYpRE4z4gdGx2gwLdPhqs201xgjrZzMwTIZGneKuqXeNX6oKWj8E7UF8HP4_1pJ2qcx9NVGq6otwFYv07q4E5zrM5ZY7Z6XCCjLAOH2gpkPPxRa7KdO36y0f34Nar7N-8B0xjrRmEbnpyqZAyAmqMA/s640/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20036%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="640" height="689" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFPVxaQEhswLALnCiT8DUsOwLdpTkJWtv5pXILSYpRE4z4gdGx2gwLdPhqs201xgjrZzMwTIZGneKuqXeNX6oKWj8E7UF8HP4_1pJ2qcx9NVGq6otwFYv07q4E5zrM5ZY7Z6XCCjLAOH2gpkPPxRa7KdO36y0f34Nar7N-8B0xjrRmEbnpyqZAyAmqMA/w689-h689/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20036%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="689" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The Firestone Farm, as it stands now in Greenfield Village, is a living history re-creation of life on a farm of the 1880's in Eastern Ohio, and has been restored to look as it did in 1882, when tire manufacturer, Harvey Firestone's, parents remodeled the house to give it a more modern look. The wallpaper and furnishings throughout the house show what was considered stylish in the later Victorian era.</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoXXdujpXS6Xit3kiJel1aV1VtwfTIfFSj-E4NURZr2Cie_JjqN669t3acaeYF53yMPXIgZRUo3aPaqAcMFBH-NVCIvzO_-6e0HQezByTXdglhuHXyJ8AKMnDsYmfg9yr3y17s1TxNnaop90bfHKcDjZLjUyidNzKT1uPBRQ-TAPRFSbjFpqN9BDqeUw/s960/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20037%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="515" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoXXdujpXS6Xit3kiJel1aV1VtwfTIfFSj-E4NURZr2Cie_JjqN669t3acaeYF53yMPXIgZRUo3aPaqAcMFBH-NVCIvzO_-6e0HQezByTXdglhuHXyJ8AKMnDsYmfg9yr3y17s1TxNnaop90bfHKcDjZLjUyidNzKT1uPBRQ-TAPRFSbjFpqN9BDqeUw/w686-h515/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20037%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="686" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">This is one photo I wish I could claim, for it could be on a calendar.<br />I love it - - but it is not my picture.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div>However, we are now back to my photos:<div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMJ7NRVVE2WNjLkl4nJBVoKDlMeuXeL2TKYRL5gc3U6GT3d2G-6oi-ZXgu7O8C0EXoQ1XLraGT1O3_VRxNdsuh0JXRDMPkySz3oxk5dmqkRFEu3zGvhpkViLbDgxUM177aQTK2OKahzbgTQcYRCLkEWBkz9EqGGuDmU55cUnCItH122oaP0d5kHAJvag/s1600/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20038%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="801" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMJ7NRVVE2WNjLkl4nJBVoKDlMeuXeL2TKYRL5gc3U6GT3d2G-6oi-ZXgu7O8C0EXoQ1XLraGT1O3_VRxNdsuh0JXRDMPkySz3oxk5dmqkRFEu3zGvhpkViLbDgxUM177aQTK2OKahzbgTQcYRCLkEWBkz9EqGGuDmU55cUnCItH122oaP0d5kHAJvag/w601-h801/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20038%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="601" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The Firestone Barn, where sheep and horses are kept.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1oHETAadY0MrRiyeluAXail0-wPqRiB67xsuMD9kH_bGe2CHEaFC363exGqejHhItvJwE0_DwWowQ2Lo-HEtdhzxROjU64scYj5gscqXk4cESmvT0myp9ynaqHmck2hXeKEvyiRdPOUsXmp9mGQMimANa3HsRWU4pWFDn5hlbWJsQb-aXJIskW1Izgw/s640/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20039%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="817" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1oHETAadY0MrRiyeluAXail0-wPqRiB67xsuMD9kH_bGe2CHEaFC363exGqejHhItvJwE0_DwWowQ2Lo-HEtdhzxROjU64scYj5gscqXk4cESmvT0myp9ynaqHmck2hXeKEvyiRdPOUsXmp9mGQMimANa3HsRWU4pWFDn5hlbWJsQb-aXJIskW1Izgw/w611-h817/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20039%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="611" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Brrr!<br />A can't imagine visiting that out house in this kind of weather!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTp1-qWIOvuGPl_OGDO0jOlRqqHh7Yt1MK4MjoyKGDlbAjgNsdN4xgVMvGqJOVF_19x2w_U4dtUntusWf2YB-cIMmX6ut6rml_4_gHtoj9ECd743qNZZ4cCLBOZWxESxXUoATF3klPCALkatGV0-wxnQ4axNhpK12zHhCrlAjd0Vl-dKCjQe_szquBCA/s663/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20040%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="493" data-original-width="663" height="476" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTp1-qWIOvuGPl_OGDO0jOlRqqHh7Yt1MK4MjoyKGDlbAjgNsdN4xgVMvGqJOVF_19x2w_U4dtUntusWf2YB-cIMmX6ut6rml_4_gHtoj9ECd743qNZZ4cCLBOZWxESxXUoATF3klPCALkatGV0-wxnQ4axNhpK12zHhCrlAjd0Vl-dKCjQe_szquBCA/w640-h476/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20040%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A cozy fire meant for warming and not for cooking.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv7yfESZsPX-y90ufYxZ208Vgpg-ZnWMtD2_lFv-k6ijC_57_wxfWi4fzbTMXvBmeX_7rBWTfdIfJ7jIZrHGTPKXLFe-QwX2W_RrU0_ObeoL_PHInls8oXGLPwAh6F6r3_Vef84XVs9HHUVY_v0YNWlNUqAF4I7C4NFIajy7R_gd6u3VG3a9yH_89_2g/s864/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20041%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="648" data-original-width="864" height="514" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv7yfESZsPX-y90ufYxZ208Vgpg-ZnWMtD2_lFv-k6ijC_57_wxfWi4fzbTMXvBmeX_7rBWTfdIfJ7jIZrHGTPKXLFe-QwX2W_RrU0_ObeoL_PHInls8oXGLPwAh6F6r3_Vef84XVs9HHUVY_v0YNWlNUqAF4I7C4NFIajy7R_gd6u3VG3a9yH_89_2g/w686-h514/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20041%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="686" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Back in the day, visitors were sometimes allowed to see the upstairs of Firestone Farm, where the family slept. On this day, I was lucky to be able to do so and I snapped this picture.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO6QHduETHONRW-UFJsxo5iV_WrN480A99NNcHP5bhxzdI03nF6o0B4tjKFY9wPo78B1WKF0PlkBAj92X2FmQ_BQqJFHHS6SLIDK_KG7xwZQtn4RMnmzntWRC8oyC27tHnP9LuwK8qBqLHnuvZPZ5PBG2JX_wpf26UDrSq1M3qMib-5LhjhtmZRk8XXA/s864/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20042%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="648" data-original-width="864" height="516" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO6QHduETHONRW-UFJsxo5iV_WrN480A99NNcHP5bhxzdI03nF6o0B4tjKFY9wPo78B1WKF0PlkBAj92X2FmQ_BQqJFHHS6SLIDK_KG7xwZQtn4RMnmzntWRC8oyC27tHnP9LuwK8qBqLHnuvZPZ5PBG2JX_wpf26UDrSq1M3qMib-5LhjhtmZRk8XXA/w688-h516/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20042%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> Here are the corn shocks put up at harvest time, protecting the feed for the livestock.</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM9FQ91HwR-ZAsaX0mqcxMBm2zwK6ZrsRbVG0kJwGbkMzUR7dyKp3wyFqqnN349-u_Zr92e3Qlxo4eDnPH7LHQv63HZiZx33hgbVtOZaMwhtVYRZ-48W8opYfhtrpmGJmmLO6-0sv02GeEqsujAtHxFb3-PBhu297DTgZDmTcqcbwDvRZ8H9Oe6-WhrA/s795/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20043%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="596" data-original-width="795" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM9FQ91HwR-ZAsaX0mqcxMBm2zwK6ZrsRbVG0kJwGbkMzUR7dyKp3wyFqqnN349-u_Zr92e3Qlxo4eDnPH7LHQv63HZiZx33hgbVtOZaMwhtVYRZ-48W8opYfhtrpmGJmmLO6-0sv02GeEqsujAtHxFb3-PBhu297DTgZDmTcqcbwDvRZ8H9Oe6-WhrA/w640-h480/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20043%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The road home...</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="text-align: left;">One cool gray day a number of years later a few of us were back to the Village, and even wearing our period colonial-era clothing. It was a dry day, though very cool and cloudy. Of course, at one point, the snow began to fall after we made it through half the Village, so I had to backtrack a bit to retake some photos:<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJr_w96ZipgBo4vroZjkP7nktUqk80mJ6aWQA9hFtMOAAYiFkvqUUtha4JbRfrdqB4l6HcnxVwc2H6K8mCURTrGUw7fGJst_doPeRTM9mq4tRuKpxKjD2niItyJ8hHMqU-QUgPHOGdDHpL_MxKfoLGWLnJ46ki8tSDeEVxhiN5B6D8rgMPbKos72a3jQ/s1024/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20048%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="768" height="752" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJr_w96ZipgBo4vroZjkP7nktUqk80mJ6aWQA9hFtMOAAYiFkvqUUtha4JbRfrdqB4l6HcnxVwc2H6K8mCURTrGUw7fGJst_doPeRTM9mq4tRuKpxKjD2niItyJ8hHMqU-QUgPHOGdDHpL_MxKfoLGWLnJ46ki8tSDeEVxhiN5B6D8rgMPbKos72a3jQ/w564-h752/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20048%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="564" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Not everyone had a horse, you see, so walking was the mode of travel for most who lived in the 18th century, as long as the snow wasn't too deep. However, I've been dealing with sciatica, and walking has been tough. So as painful as it was, I zipped as fast as my painful legs could carry me (for management would not allow me to bring my horse into the Village) back to Daggett and the other colonial houses. </span><span style="font-size: medium;">Okay, so I don't actually have a horse...so I had to walk. Quickly. But you shoulda seen me huffin' and puffin' </span><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">like an old man! Well---I AM over 60 years old!</span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">lol</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">That's not too old, I know...but it certainly isn't 20!</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Especially with sciatica---ouch!</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Also unbeknownst to me, Lee Cagle, a driver of the Model T's (and quite an amazing photographer), also took a photo of me making my way back to my favorite house. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">He was taking a break inside the Swiss Chalet when he snapped it.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>SO</i> glad he did!</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvDIWKcbA94LmeyNxybwXmfDYowvdfYCmV2XISWKS92IPltJYNfCGPTHD_NVEEz_jWM-Rmds-tTLRc35zqbiYIZJNOhr9zG3hygGKrAckOXCRwAekNgTpOlBMJ8ptzII3H2FexPOgLtrNOZJCstRYMWR2ikQAeq0KA0s-O_jCPOFob8B9SuUKsoS8Aww/s1134/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20057%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="868" data-original-width="1134" height="516" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvDIWKcbA94LmeyNxybwXmfDYowvdfYCmV2XISWKS92IPltJYNfCGPTHD_NVEEz_jWM-Rmds-tTLRc35zqbiYIZJNOhr9zG3hygGKrAckOXCRwAekNgTpOlBMJ8ptzII3H2FexPOgLtrNOZJCstRYMWR2ikQAeq0KA0s-O_jCPOFob8B9SuUKsoS8Aww/w674-h516/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20057%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="674" /></a></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Okay, so I did bring my horse!<br />sigh<br />Okay...I actually didn't.<br />Yes, that is actually me riding a horse, but I wasn't riding inside Greenfield Village. <br />I did a little photo-trickery here.<br />But can you imagine?</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuTAgKJhjgt7kGV535uUeBuqIKA3K_VrOmBRUBTzqIqbYwQI6fCvi6ZONa5OZ2HyQfEjFuwlhrd6HOoZNpkSMIV82LZZiMXaI0q83-HAlyh_FZEwNUb8IDpDQsLiJNZfnTA8KtfBM-79E_nW2GJs_OzIMubSOFDSh0M2ngfGb9lp-QXsFKzE2nSkRdYA/s1200/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20049%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="469" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuTAgKJhjgt7kGV535uUeBuqIKA3K_VrOmBRUBTzqIqbYwQI6fCvi6ZONa5OZ2HyQfEjFuwlhrd6HOoZNpkSMIV82LZZiMXaI0q83-HAlyh_FZEwNUb8IDpDQsLiJNZfnTA8KtfBM-79E_nW2GJs_OzIMubSOFDSh0M2ngfGb9lp-QXsFKzE2nSkRdYA/w705-h469/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20049%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="705" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">When such a storm occurs, my winter-wear will keep me warm and dry.<br />My cloak is 100% thick wool. </span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMRfaEfEJe6nFV9zuNVLW-0oXSj03YN3wjv70BVDxEBzOl4nb0z24fJvIcxLFJkX72rKy2LxvzJcgEfKkiK-u2x0I4JFX6npc6rhXgR4rjxMV366BZtrs1mhPcM1LNn9HN3e89ae5i7YKd0836X4dHVKg2Cnlf6xJggS_wtZr-TJziI__l6Jm_R2yK9A/s1285/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20050%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="835" data-original-width="1285" height="447" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMRfaEfEJe6nFV9zuNVLW-0oXSj03YN3wjv70BVDxEBzOl4nb0z24fJvIcxLFJkX72rKy2LxvzJcgEfKkiK-u2x0I4JFX6npc6rhXgR4rjxMV366BZtrs1mhPcM1LNn9HN3e89ae5i7YKd0836X4dHVKg2Cnlf6xJggS_wtZr-TJziI__l6Jm_R2yK9A/w688-h447/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20050%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">So I returned to my favorite house; the stark dark gray structure was such a wonderful welcoming sight! And there was Gigi: "I was wondering who that crazy colonial person was out there in the snow taking pictures!" she kidded. "Come on in!"</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTEJk6tUK-VMuAQx7tWc_YF28Wm4lxGL3qkvl1POJyVcRiDQP_JY9jINDChtdyxW-DtUi5dXklzX_PHNrSg1VdJszuwGnaLhU-RU_7xlRsNo1uOpcoNm8LN__kdLsMaEF2vih5HULtyFhvdD5qCJZNJMLCQ3NCZ3-KcpP3146OiwPt2kHJPduaHZOvGg/s1200/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20051%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="456" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTEJk6tUK-VMuAQx7tWc_YF28Wm4lxGL3qkvl1POJyVcRiDQP_JY9jINDChtdyxW-DtUi5dXklzX_PHNrSg1VdJszuwGnaLhU-RU_7xlRsNo1uOpcoNm8LN__kdLsMaEF2vih5HULtyFhvdD5qCJZNJMLCQ3NCZ3-KcpP3146OiwPt2kHJPduaHZOvGg/w685-h456/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20051%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="685" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Invited into the house once again, the coziness was felt as I glanced out the window into the winter wonderland that lay all around. I don't believe I've ever looked out these windows during the daytime while snow fell. That may not sound like anything to most people, but to me it meant something special - another similar sight that eyes from those who lived 250 years ago had seen, and now I myself was experiencing the very same. Oh, perhaps not this very same scene, but the experience is there.</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiItm7Sgzeu662bpGr89rzjzytKmhhWo9GK4vDIYZTao_1nSEWLu5cXlL40z2jYeREbCTEfs4_mG0T-7FogPVWeXwmaoDavvs1TI48EqkmhLk0wZqUEpbysb856YZLE0cEeSh6gnb8PxR4vKP4em7J0dlHI3SsOBtpfoulMZnv8hgTcvalil2pKUCF_yw/s1200/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20052%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="455" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiItm7Sgzeu662bpGr89rzjzytKmhhWo9GK4vDIYZTao_1nSEWLu5cXlL40z2jYeREbCTEfs4_mG0T-7FogPVWeXwmaoDavvs1TI48EqkmhLk0wZqUEpbysb856YZLE0cEeSh6gnb8PxR4vKP4em7J0dlHI3SsOBtpfoulMZnv8hgTcvalil2pKUCF_yw/w684-h455/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20052%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="684" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div><span style="font-size: medium;">And, along the same lines, stepping out the back kitchen door, one is easily drawn</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">into the world of long ago, for a snippet of the 17th century windmill and the</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">red Plympton house from the early 1700s - both now standing as a much older version of their former selves when the Daggett House was built in the mid-18th century, but looking quite the same. </span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0B7GemDE0YCdop7x6To6F8E5JEHzcvP6Z7sLV552WkKvGNoG9UWsbuep1VVi3t0QKWxdnMtOqcEmmGS1rry61pPFeP2ON3f_8uFK6d2coTlmcbYT3Y9qKFRRG8vU1Y8A_nn54PXAYJdU3FNbLiVE-6C5lnlXsbpvufLzeIvXKOzPZaKiFPjWOVBRHpg/s1140/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20053%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="779" data-original-width="1140" height="470" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0B7GemDE0YCdop7x6To6F8E5JEHzcvP6Z7sLV552WkKvGNoG9UWsbuep1VVi3t0QKWxdnMtOqcEmmGS1rry61pPFeP2ON3f_8uFK6d2coTlmcbYT3Y9qKFRRG8vU1Y8A_nn54PXAYJdU3FNbLiVE-6C5lnlXsbpvufLzeIvXKOzPZaKiFPjWOVBRHpg/w686-h470/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20053%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="686" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Wintertime in the colonial era brought in discomfort and dread to most in the United States, especially to those living in New England, the mid-west, and the plains areas. For Samuel Daggett and his wife, Anna, winter preparations would occur year 'round. Piles of firewood were cut and stacked in the warmer months for heat in cooler times and for cooking year round. Corncobs were saved for smaller fires, or for an extra touch of flavor in hams and bacon smoked over them. If the fire went out, flint and steel could spark a new one, or a child could scamper to a neighbor and bring home a hot coal in a cook pot or a tray of green bark.</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-dgjtsI7nmDEssXjmdM3g6zI9xHvVso78-DRWG6IA0EhC4mfL9UgGEvdKR3RS2NtnaN8imALHUr-efEQMTMQqKF_wlBLKe52L-jVT18qG4SRbnjcL1ydtvVK7LI9XfT7snvvu2rO23g6IVtg4ZaCjBEZOV4_2Xt7ndlqyDbjlcE0FoQQEdE2p4eNybg/s640/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20054%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="574" data-original-width="640" height="617" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-dgjtsI7nmDEssXjmdM3g6zI9xHvVso78-DRWG6IA0EhC4mfL9UgGEvdKR3RS2NtnaN8imALHUr-efEQMTMQqKF_wlBLKe52L-jVT18qG4SRbnjcL1ydtvVK7LI9XfT7snvvu2rO23g6IVtg4ZaCjBEZOV4_2Xt7ndlqyDbjlcE0FoQQEdE2p4eNybg/w688-h617/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20054%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Gary Thomas took this photo of myself, Jackie, and Charlotte on that snowy<br />late November day.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4iVqn6DfQPE1kRjZElYPdGEfJ3y9zUvMSfFXQXdFpwoom-943l_G_j4lSQqE3mWTFs_vJxzXS4eguWQzdwHk5EM9vuRDTLEyb_cFz6b8d8i977dv_EeBVnCQq0YkqeYOcRIDpDmIjTED__0upiEXHsKWPyVqO2qX0pczMCiV6p8R7zXaI5oojKh692Q/s1200/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20055%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4iVqn6DfQPE1kRjZElYPdGEfJ3y9zUvMSfFXQXdFpwoom-943l_G_j4lSQqE3mWTFs_vJxzXS4eguWQzdwHk5EM9vuRDTLEyb_cFz6b8d8i977dv_EeBVnCQq0YkqeYOcRIDpDmIjTED__0upiEXHsKWPyVqO2qX0pczMCiV6p8R7zXaI5oojKh692Q/w688-h458/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20055%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I love this country lane that actually leads to Firestone Farm, which was originally built in the 1820s but greatly updated in the 1880s ...however, with a little photo-trickery, I modified this photo slightly to have this lane lead to the Daggett House & farm, which is more suitable to not only my clothing, but to this post. I moved past the Loranger Gristmill (actually from the early 1830s, though looking very similar to gristmills 70 years earlier) and the Weaving Shop (built in 1840 but, again, having a strong 18th century look) that now houses historic spinning wheels and looms dating back to the 18th century.</span> </span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivkDyqSwnaMQhIE_5GHMkZ69eTt8_ieOLh0Qhp7os6YCC2XKHq7QrutGcYiP_UuRjxH6ssf0JdDst-0QvjXjAotv2MlzBqS-ZFSmkuBYyeqJq_IaE8D_GN0KwHr0DHoi0RAAQ3-K-gcK7CvEVZehs-2nW2qb-ehZ9GujPtkyBXpgsB5V1Y9_6nqu0pdA/s1604/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20043%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="850" data-original-width="1604" height="366" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivkDyqSwnaMQhIE_5GHMkZ69eTt8_ieOLh0Qhp7os6YCC2XKHq7QrutGcYiP_UuRjxH6ssf0JdDst-0QvjXjAotv2MlzBqS-ZFSmkuBYyeqJq_IaE8D_GN0KwHr0DHoi0RAAQ3-K-gcK7CvEVZehs-2nW2qb-ehZ9GujPtkyBXpgsB5V1Y9_6nqu0pdA/w688-h366/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20043%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">This picture of the home of Samuel & Anna Daggett was taken on a late afternoon during a late December snowstorm in 2021. We were going to Holiday Nights, but I knew it would be dark when they let us in, and I wanted a daytime picture with the snow falling, so I did another over-the-wall image. Probably my favorite of them all. The thick, heavy, gray snow clouds and the falling snow made for the perfect 18th century winter picture.</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7UWQWy_CSPa3kboqHKJbv9srScGuaN4ulhadiVjcKWctyxhPoi9KmsZPoRS4oGmv9L2SQJAeIWO3ntH9sO42v3oeIP1wZPxFXz_wF2PJDdEULp4d8Lph1wcMbVUsNzS4FanYZt48Q4yw5303m_hn8TguiWfRtUIABaUEhisyqx5vS8jMoMczhkMbF3g/s1200/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20044%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="459" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7UWQWy_CSPa3kboqHKJbv9srScGuaN4ulhadiVjcKWctyxhPoi9KmsZPoRS4oGmv9L2SQJAeIWO3ntH9sO42v3oeIP1wZPxFXz_wF2PJDdEULp4d8Lph1wcMbVUsNzS4FanYZt48Q4yw5303m_hn8TguiWfRtUIABaUEhisyqx5vS8jMoMczhkMbF3g/w690-h459/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20044%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="690" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;">"Whose woods these are I think I know. </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>His house is in the village though. </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>He will not see me stopping here. </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>To watch his woods fill up with snow." </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Robert Frost</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">This was taken at night, but my camera captured the bright snow with the gray sky and gave it a more late afternoon look. My friends Jennifer and Amy were with me here.</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1RY_ur5v5T7vA6VGpYZmBHLJodXcJI3uZQYmpE3wGCc38yZ_IKxLn9V1Y_jzKikN5ujxmeAMRfPqcEwUrEhyphenhyphen-37Nh5KWPtdyeF7OxgXwjFyWzMMtTgGWUWeixgh36fc9JJXjIpqDRuLiH5Ji-mPPHUmqjZHiyP1OwsaAhpKCfXeZ6-0WKwrAZ2CctGA/s1200/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20045%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="456" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1RY_ur5v5T7vA6VGpYZmBHLJodXcJI3uZQYmpE3wGCc38yZ_IKxLn9V1Y_jzKikN5ujxmeAMRfPqcEwUrEhyphenhyphen-37Nh5KWPtdyeF7OxgXwjFyWzMMtTgGWUWeixgh36fc9JJXjIpqDRuLiH5Ji-mPPHUmqjZHiyP1OwsaAhpKCfXeZ6-0WKwrAZ2CctGA/w686-h456/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20045%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="686" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The soft glow through the window gives off a warm times-past feeling <br />while the snow lay all around.<br />This is another nighttime shot brightened by the snow and clouds.</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>In fact, for many of these nighttime shots taken at Holiday Nights, with the snow and clouds, tended to become a bit more brightened up due to the camera taking it all in. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0kGtF3vDs_w_hov1bQ59-F_f799fKsLHySdU0VZzK-At5CzjTyFhDZbILzjBQlQV1v4ScS92o6yHCThMD5MEdSAnkVDYNjJYEXC_btb7Gc5bE4GEZpdrjx98key-l0TFeUuk1VETE-PC_jeGG9kSKXPvnqVL2uwAZ_UhXaFACoLO2wdqoO2iEnZT8xg/s1214/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20046%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1214" height="453" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0kGtF3vDs_w_hov1bQ59-F_f799fKsLHySdU0VZzK-At5CzjTyFhDZbILzjBQlQV1v4ScS92o6yHCThMD5MEdSAnkVDYNjJYEXC_btb7Gc5bE4GEZpdrjx98key-l0TFeUuk1VETE-PC_jeGG9kSKXPvnqVL2uwAZ_UhXaFACoLO2wdqoO2iEnZT8xg/w687-h453/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20046%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="687" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">According to the Exeter, New Hampshire Probate Records of 1824, this building was referred to as "the mansion house." One can see just by the exterior alone that it represents a more well-to-do residence of 18th century colonial America, suitable for a man of means such as our Mr. Giddings. This beautiful structure was situated on property that also included a warehouse and mercantile shop, both of which Giddings operated, and over-looked a wharf on the Squamscott River.</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuz_SpQObZkQb0OTvEPdqFU6C6GD0HGXZVOHRl6u4wy_3TBRs_WwwxmDDce0M7HvfVFU1EUZ04sNxVWu9Ma6S-oQVC1NGA_mBRdj3oZ-Vh6AtzZCxyZ6qkbm0gz2HWbQVNGgkZ82dFV2vRrNX0eQ1QnoF30aPPoI4HX-KmyU1uyMvVDHAh0ZPciHpXQw/s880/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20047%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="880" data-original-width="654" height="782" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuz_SpQObZkQb0OTvEPdqFU6C6GD0HGXZVOHRl6u4wy_3TBRs_WwwxmDDce0M7HvfVFU1EUZ04sNxVWu9Ma6S-oQVC1NGA_mBRdj3oZ-Vh6AtzZCxyZ6qkbm0gz2HWbQVNGgkZ82dFV2vRrNX0eQ1QnoF30aPPoI4HX-KmyU1uyMvVDHAh0ZPciHpXQw/w582-h782/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20047%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="582" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The McGuffey Log Cabin Birthplace</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaqrYGGrXsK1R4V6MTlk3SVZerLOQ_GTxCkn1fYWu3r56E7T10PqG7FdE62gAU6vbMFKGZbWBO9770MouApv6vjDDd5EuE_a1CZL2Q8R1uM628_dwDjS6CV49lk1NEU4JYEWWCbBW4CdOAv9QdccEQTXblHoA2WzuKyPFwYU3jWTie_bD3iFLJYwPTYw/s1200/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20056%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="color: black;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaqrYGGrXsK1R4V6MTlk3SVZerLOQ_GTxCkn1fYWu3r56E7T10PqG7FdE62gAU6vbMFKGZbWBO9770MouApv6vjDDd5EuE_a1CZL2Q8R1uM628_dwDjS6CV49lk1NEU4JYEWWCbBW4CdOAv9QdccEQTXblHoA2WzuKyPFwYU3jWTie_bD3iFLJYwPTYw/w688-h458/r%202024%20-%2002-12%20056%20Winter%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="688" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">When I first saw this photo, it reminded me of a movie set. It all looked so fake.<br />Even the lighting looked staged.<br />But I assure you everything is real: the trees, the snow...and...me! lol </span></td></tr></tbody></table>So there you have Greenfield Village winter scenes - straight out of the past. As for us who reenact and wear period clothing, the cold does not bother us nearly as you might think, for we are enjoying ourselves in not only what we are doing, but in weather that adds greatly to our experience and the entire look.</div><div>And we know how to dress for the weather.</div><div>We here in lower Michigan are used to having full-blown snowstorms. Not just a few flurries, but actual inches and sometimes even feet of the white stuff, falling as early as October and ending as late as May. And, contrary to popular belief, many of us love the snow and enjoy the winter weather...at least until early March! Especially when we're inside the walls of Greenfield Village~</div><div><br /></div><div>Until next time, see you in time.<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">To explore what an 18th century winter was like, please click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2020/02/winter-in-good-old-colony-days.html">HERE</a></div><div style="text-align: left;">To explore what a Victorian winter was like, please click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2013/01/zap-you-are-now-in-mid-19th-centuryand.html">HERE</a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">.....<span style="color: #2b00fe;">..</span><span style="color: red;">......</span><span style="color: #2b00fe;">..</span>.....<span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: medium;"><b>.........</b></span>....<span style="color: red;">...</span>....<span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: medium;"><b>...</b></span></div></div>Historical Kenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04979801752112100293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56451385109293718.post-61474822590305415472024-02-05T10:57:00.004-05:002024-02-05T11:05:07.260-05:00Winter Cabin Excursion 1774: Upping Our Game<div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>"Upping Our Game" is our latest call (or slogan, if you will). Last year it was "Experiencing Our Research." </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Before that it was "A Day In the Life." (Gee, where'd I come up with that?)~</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>"Upping Our Game" means just what it states: to raise the bar another notch. To learn what we can do to <u>improve</u> our living history cabin experiences, just notches at a time. And, thus, our reenacting/living history in general should improve as well.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>This is where we encourage one another to do better.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Because encouragement is what families do, and I consider these folks my 18th century family.</i></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">~~~~~~~~<span style="color: #b45f06;">~~~~~~~~</span><span style="color: #38761d;">~~~~~~~~</span></div><div><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div>It was in March of 1770 when what became known as the Boston Massacre occurred, and <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2018/03/the-bloody-massacre-in-king-street.html">I wrote a post about it</a>. And I also wrote of the 250th anniversary of <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/12/boston-tea-party-250th-anniversary.html">the Boston Tea Party</a>, which happened in December 1773. </div><div>Of course, my writings are much more of the recent variety (lol).</div><div>But both of these historic actions sort of tie into the back story of our cabin excursions.</div><div>If you've been following my "frontier cabin" posts, our back story is we lived near the city of Boston and, due to the Bloody Massacre there we made the decision to move west to the frontier. Where we are exactly has not been fully decided; are we in western rural Massachusetts? Western rural Connecticut, mayhaps? </div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi94juuYk0jUmjDIXJ4yUfWfBImU1mxtjPcAoecdNWaTaDqTIFdMTjguf1wKV2xhJIbCW1l-hngOLzU6w1BM3hQTMGCII8LAyhX3mLevNMLRaSieRTzuEuiw8ez9iVDrkhoJ8eArMlRIths4P4Iv-w6MRoAhLQ0CGcZcM4cVp9KBhZDrocUZ0S5IQrl5A/s1200/r%202024%20-%2002-05%20001%20Winter%20Cabin.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi94juuYk0jUmjDIXJ4yUfWfBImU1mxtjPcAoecdNWaTaDqTIFdMTjguf1wKV2xhJIbCW1l-hngOLzU6w1BM3hQTMGCII8LAyhX3mLevNMLRaSieRTzuEuiw8ez9iVDrkhoJ8eArMlRIths4P4Iv-w6MRoAhLQ0CGcZcM4cVp9KBhZDrocUZ0S5IQrl5A/w688-h458/r%202024%20-%2002-05%20001%20Winter%20Cabin.jpg" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Welcome to 1774~</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><div>Here we are, once again, at the frontier cabin at <a href="https://waterloofarmmuseum.org/">Waterloo Farm Museum</a>.</div><div>My heartfelt "thank you" to these wonderful friends who are helping me to live out my days of future past dream! And I believe they want the same historical experience as I.</div><div>And a gigantic "thank you" to the Waterloo Farm Museum folk!</div><div>I simply cannot express what these cabin living history excursions mean and do for me.</div><div>These cabin days are my absolute favorite "events" of the entire year!</div><div>The best ever.</div><div>In this photo you can see a bit of snow on the ground, most of which is melted due to January thaw and the buckets full of rain that fell seemingly daily the previous week. Yeah, the air was cool & damp and the ground was as muddy as it gets.</div><div>But we are hardy living historians - we can take it!</div></span></span></div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div>No matter about the occurrences in and around Boston of late...we are far away from where the action is. And we knew we made the right decision in our move, especially upon hearing of the “destruction of the tea” last December. </div><div>As history would show, little did anyone know the punishment the Bostonian colonists - and the colony of Massachusetts in general - would receive due to the tea situation (it would not be known as "The Boston Tea Party" until the 1820s), for with The Intolerable Acts, Parliament, all the way from England, shut down Boston Harbor until all of the 340 chests of British East India Company tea were paid for. This was known as the <i>Boston Port Act</i>, implemented under the umbrella of the 1774 Intolerable Acts. Other acts that were implemented included the </div><div><i>Massachusetts Government Act</i></div><div><i>Act for the Impartial Administration of Justice</i></div><div>and the <i>Quartering Act</i></div><div>Yes, we preferred to remain out on the frontier during these turbulent times. I mean, wouldn't you?</div><div>Who is this "we" I keep mentioning?<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvOpqhjhZ0fXajsNj7UsY7fweVGsGXXzZ5FAADLm58jZs1_7a3sBg3z20SKjZrZUda56j0YYjNC7bcmXZvfFMwQEKfYfgIqBfWtiCuiUs6WJJrXtLQovfZp-7SviN2lHD0MJB9OmP1fI4sIR-IV6D6f4j8x23B1JRcGDeaysVWkQf0j48MnjSXVuLVRw/s926/r%202024%20-%2002-05%20028%20Winter%20Cabin.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="926" data-original-width="695" height="486" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvOpqhjhZ0fXajsNj7UsY7fweVGsGXXzZ5FAADLm58jZs1_7a3sBg3z20SKjZrZUda56j0YYjNC7bcmXZvfFMwQEKfYfgIqBfWtiCuiUs6WJJrXtLQovfZp-7SviN2lHD0MJB9OmP1fI4sIR-IV6D6f4j8x23B1JRcGDeaysVWkQf0j48MnjSXVuLVRw/w364-h486/r%202024%20-%2002-05%20028%20Winter%20Cabin.jpg" width="364" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Your winter cabin crew~our annual selfie -<br />clockwise from left:<br />Charlotte, myself, Norm, & Larissa<br /><i>(Jackie does not take part this time of year)</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table>Larissa, Charlotte, and Jackie. And, for the past year, our minister, Norman. </div><div>We have formed a sort of 18th century family, though there are no set-in-stone "roles." </div><div>In our 1860s lives, Larissa often portrays my wife and Jackie my sister. But here in the 18th century we are, as we like to say, "experiencing our research" and continue to try to "up our game" - improve our period selves - and we do this mostly without the outside modern public visiting. I suppose if we got to the point where we wanted to make more of a family portrayal, then Larissa and Jackie would step into the same roles as our 19th century selves: my wife and my sister. And Charlotte perhaps would become Larissa's sister to even it out. Norm would continue as our minister.</div><div>But for now, we are simply ourselves living in the 18th century.</div></div><div style="text-align: left;">I am very proud and extremely happy with what we have been able to accomplish and even resurrect during our cabin stays. I mean, we are recreating life from 250 years ago! Should we all actually had lived back in the year 1774, we would have been <i>resting long in the grave</i> these 250 years later (lol). But we are well alive, and while we are there, even without 1st person, we feel we are living in 1774.</div><div style="text-align: left;">I am often asked why it is mainly just us and not others participating in these excursions. Though we have guests who may come out here and there, we keep this event limited in the amount of people who take part to keep it on a more genuine and manifest level. And, as I explained to a friend, we don't set up "pretend" scenarios due to the idea that without the public present to see such a thing, <i>that</i> would be more along the lines of pretending. And though some may think we are pretending, we actually are not; again, we are <i>Experiencing Our Research</i> through living history, living the full day as sort of a colonial family as if it was 1774, and do the chores and work that would have been done at the time out on the frontier. It's what we do---it's <i>upping our game</i> in this hobby.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Doing our best to keep it real.</div><div style="text-align: left;">The definition for Living History is "<i>an activity that </i><i>incorporates historical tools, activities, and dress into an interactive presentation that seeks to give observers and participants a sense of stepping back in time. Although it does not necessarily seek to reenact a specific event in history, living history is similar to, and sometimes incorporates, historical reenactment. Living history is an educational medium used by living history museums, historic sites, heritage interpreters, schools, and historical reenactment groups to educate the public or their own members in particular areas of history, such as clothing styles, past times and handicrafts, or to simply convey a sense of the everyday life of a certain period in history."</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU13i3zgMrj_QL27wXT7J1Gf2DsBWjEpbKyRaKp7TcUjXIyz0Gviss1yQy4xXdE269Hm4gaY9yYbkrhiKt1RgX4T9cikfXht0ndQDnb0elUikg42x4hyphenhyphen-j0GaFnbeCtUHFyuTXb0tRisUkrvLxHLTBD4xAz9YwFHVvfXG9vJ9ZfJfuS4SdxaBqlW8uGg/s1200/r%202024%20-%2002-05%20002%20Winter%20Cabin.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="460" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU13i3zgMrj_QL27wXT7J1Gf2DsBWjEpbKyRaKp7TcUjXIyz0Gviss1yQy4xXdE269Hm4gaY9yYbkrhiKt1RgX4T9cikfXht0ndQDnb0elUikg42x4hyphenhyphen-j0GaFnbeCtUHFyuTXb0tRisUkrvLxHLTBD4xAz9YwFHVvfXG9vJ9ZfJfuS4SdxaBqlW8uGg/w691-h460/r%202024%20-%2002-05%20002%20Winter%20Cabin.jpg" width="691" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">This was our 17th time experiencing 18th century life at the cabin.<br />We're beginning to think of it as home!<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div><div>For the fourth winter in as many years, we who participate in the colonial cabin crew spent another day experiencing life as it was 250 years ago. As we turned another calendar page - this year became 1774 - we, once again, found ourselves in the frontier Waterloo cabin. Every-so-often we may have a modern visitor surprise us and pop in, and on those rare occasions we are ready with our back story as mentioned above, then we get back to our day.</div></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em;"><tbody><tr><td><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoemgjYJsi0eB9bg51Xc4zMqE_BpYSYPw-wT5R2YwoU9PgUvja7oacItYpuOwe3Coz6wzd1V3704r8HYAPflho-3GSrHnyUDckgkFb0QWXlXJ0ky7L5lHFxic1oKWSUJhbZuI6oMSykwtcX6G1fNrCqI2S8C6L7_ywI_xG3VBDFRsB69BdmTxFkObPYg/s840/r%202024%20-%2002-05%20003%20Winter%20Cabin.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="377" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoemgjYJsi0eB9bg51Xc4zMqE_BpYSYPw-wT5R2YwoU9PgUvja7oacItYpuOwe3Coz6wzd1V3704r8HYAPflho-3GSrHnyUDckgkFb0QWXlXJ0ky7L5lHFxic1oKWSUJhbZuI6oMSykwtcX6G1fNrCqI2S8C6L7_ywI_xG3VBDFRsB69BdmTxFkObPYg/w251-h377/r%202024%20-%2002-05%20003%20Winter%20Cabin.jpg" width="251" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Larissa - candle for Candlemas.</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJlUomDwHpKkX0BOyxLakG37dJ1mcHAMxn2MApvEZcfaeyMwSLuGmkaRu_OLRMhAfh4h0dwkXwkYDVUtT7oWnpzfaKM50M6IbPY667SIIFOhxZJt2HWsNy1YRskJQ_0cjCZ_ViugS7F43oIIU0ygRul_9ZPfQtYq8qw9RcKky7toUj9In49kL4SmNaRQ/s840/r%202024%20-%2002-05%20004%20Winter%20Cabin.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="379" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJlUomDwHpKkX0BOyxLakG37dJ1mcHAMxn2MApvEZcfaeyMwSLuGmkaRu_OLRMhAfh4h0dwkXwkYDVUtT7oWnpzfaKM50M6IbPY667SIIFOhxZJt2HWsNy1YRskJQ_0cjCZ_ViugS7F43oIIU0ygRul_9ZPfQtYq8qw9RcKky7toUj9In49kL4SmNaRQ/w252-h379/r%202024%20-%2002-05%20004%20Winter%20Cabin.jpg" width="252" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Charlotte</span><span style="font-size: medium;"> - candle for Candlemas.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;">The plan this year, just like last year, was to celebrate the ancient holiday of Candlemas. After researching holidays and where they began, such as <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/02/time-passagesfebruary-2nd-celebrating.html">Ground Hog Day</a>, I learned that on <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/02/time-passagesfebruary-2nd-celebrating.html">Candlemas</a>, which actually takes place on February 2nd, Christians would take candles to be blessed in church, and this we celebrated last year at the cabin (click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/02/experiencing-our-research-day-in-life.html">HERE</a> to see our celebration). </div><div style="text-align: left;">Candlemas is a religious holiday, and its date of February 2nd is due to its celebration of the 40th day after Christmas. Its origin comes from the candles used and blessed, which are lit in the church and the faithful keep them home, put them on a window to bring light, purity, and ward off evil.</div><div style="text-align: left;">That being said, we lit our candles in a daytime celebration as well.</div><div style="text-align: left;">I enjoy it very much that we celebrate 18th century holidays that are little known, much less celebrated, today. </div><div style="text-align: left;">Happy Candlemas!</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiANYl6aZmSo7wnskbMvhoA3tFfr0wlT0CmT0KjY3qJ3NbKciijoxhXBZETsZPzELr4jWAUyRQgqKEA7digaxEMtg_2YjmgZAcdqb5Lyc2WKgjQkH01m2-tcFOePQRwLL0rDSyXgcrP7hPRdwNt33iy7V93d9biTO3St8K7uLgnCQvyxWEYoUrz15myg/s840/r%202024%20-%2002-05%20032%20Winter%20Cabin.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="875" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiANYl6aZmSo7wnskbMvhoA3tFfr0wlT0CmT0KjY3qJ3NbKciijoxhXBZETsZPzELr4jWAUyRQgqKEA7digaxEMtg_2YjmgZAcdqb5Lyc2WKgjQkH01m2-tcFOePQRwLL0rDSyXgcrP7hPRdwNt33iy7V93d9biTO3St8K7uLgnCQvyxWEYoUrz15myg/w582-h875/r%202024%20-%2002-05%20032%20Winter%20Cabin.jpg" width="582" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>Our celebration of Candlemas this year was not as intense <br />as we did last year.</span><br /><span>The candle you see here sits in an actual 1752 or 1757 candlestick/candleholder <br />(it is hard to tell the year engraved - check out the picture below <br />and you tell</span><span> </span><i>me </i>what you think</span><span><span style="font-size: medium;">).</span><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE6nbyFhemfj0gPbRCHleLifxyBwCHOYBPRM1oo3Ilk7BP2YTfakxsZAhbp_eqJoPEI2i07rrw2vg39lfTinWZIXfNV7gSnfidXLxbJkL7o7IpmyrYdohF_yKh-sE1d_IWsdXxSn5eRoWXC9hS9OPQtlCtqmq0gPxgxkHQ7ZATw0G8PFkYxWjahyTHbA/s1424/r%202024%20-%2002-05%20035%20Winter%20Cabin.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="912" data-original-width="1424" height="441" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE6nbyFhemfj0gPbRCHleLifxyBwCHOYBPRM1oo3Ilk7BP2YTfakxsZAhbp_eqJoPEI2i07rrw2vg39lfTinWZIXfNV7gSnfidXLxbJkL7o7IpmyrYdohF_yKh-sE1d_IWsdXxSn5eRoWXC9hS9OPQtlCtqmq0gPxgxkHQ7ZATw0G8PFkYxWjahyTHbA/w687-h441/r%202024%20-%2002-05%20035%20Winter%20Cabin.jpg" width="687" /></a><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The base of the candleholder/candlestick.<br />To me it looks like 1757, with the 7 underlined, but some say 1752. If you look close<br />you can see the two 7's match.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: medium;">Out of all of my antiques, this candlestick just may be my favorite<br />a) because of its age<br />b) because I like all things candles - traditional candles, that is~</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1LtlkTXr6iud8_0bvGnPrUxNzMY-E8C9sUamdOdVb1fSMcQsDymtmlN0HtgOB6PcRKbrAA321EjaMpVCDsJ-sF_fG_JbUkH61xBuPKJpoTUijCvWKFrI9ncbkb4j1t6a_uBmlqBCbsdbqDIqP_C7okRnqWd69Rn-FJec_bQsFN8fEcZ1yi_F75CNX8A/s840/r%202024%20-%2002-05%20019%20Winter%20Cabin.jpg" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1LtlkTXr6iud8_0bvGnPrUxNzMY-E8C9sUamdOdVb1fSMcQsDymtmlN0HtgOB6PcRKbrAA321EjaMpVCDsJ-sF_fG_JbUkH61xBuPKJpoTUijCvWKFrI9ncbkb4j1t6a_uBmlqBCbsdbqDIqP_C7okRnqWd69Rn-FJec_bQsFN8fEcZ1yi_F75CNX8A/w426-h640/r%202024%20-%2002-05%20019%20Winter%20Cabin.jpg" width="426" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Larissa mixing the pancake batter.<br />It was cool in the cabin, so she kept her cloak on.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;">As I continued to research this ancient Candlemas festival, I learned that February 2nd is also a day for pancakes!<br />Yes, pancakes!</div><div style="text-align: left;">And that, too, goes back to ancient times.</div><div style="text-align: left;">The round shape of the pancake, as well as its golden color, are a representation of the sun and the return to light, considered to be the coronation of spring. A tribute to the days that are getting longer and lighter, to the cycle of the seasons, and the announcement of spring itself. Pagan in origin, but as so many of our ancient holidays, has blended with Christianity, for another explanation is that eating pancakes for many became a traditional way to use up dairy products before lent, and by the year 1100 AD, became part of Shrove Tuesday (now called Fat Tuesday). It is also called Mardi Gras. Shrove Tuesday is the day before Ash Wednesday.</div><div style="text-align: left;">For those with a sweet tooth, Candlemas is also a chance to eat pancakes with maple syrup, which is how we at the cabin celebrated this year. By the way, from what I've read, the first recorded mention of pancakes dates back to ancient Greece, around 600 B.C.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><div>So! Why is it called a pancake?</div><div>Well, because of how it is made. A pancake is a thin, flat cake that's made by pouring batter into a pan—hence its name—and then flipping it so that both sides are cooked.</div><div>(Isn't it amazing when one bit of historical research leads to another which leads to another and so on?)</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQrITjVD0a1uINJ6GDrzWECroxf07Oowz4iEg7SwFaet_5li1H8qls8g9MC2JqASXrMSAnAzmlnaVkChCOt8sBncmf_pffpqAggUpQvoR6tuOQ1c8frXUz6vWJI05fwUXUED7NgHNBEhLwV74opSYjdjTziMKdrjrqY1MaprMfVZw5608ACc5fzgny3w/s1200/r%202024%20-%2002-05%20021%20Winter%20Cabin.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="459" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQrITjVD0a1uINJ6GDrzWECroxf07Oowz4iEg7SwFaet_5li1H8qls8g9MC2JqASXrMSAnAzmlnaVkChCOt8sBncmf_pffpqAggUpQvoR6tuOQ1c8frXUz6vWJI05fwUXUED7NgHNBEhLwV74opSYjdjTziMKdrjrqY1MaprMfVZw5608ACc5fzgny3w/w690-h459/r%202024%20-%2002-05%20021%20Winter%20Cabin.jpg" width="690" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Yes, even though the temperature outside was hovering in the mid-30s, it was still damp<br />and cool, even inside with the fire in the fireplace. But Larissa warmed up enough to remove her cloak and mixed the pancake batter.<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVlFxf-TnwrokHHUgz5P5HJvOeGaG2JXiCOnFhL1pQCXMxnqVoMTMlFqaqFDxXYGfZ_Xv8YwFaNe5HF6AphqWQxlu0JTNOizDmF2oKlL2OWj4iVrs6tFBTy8nVKbzlvfzNhQhP1-57TBWG8SpSYP1PrnFXFWS1ZAVLhQq0CCfv-PC9C3SuKPQWl4UCvA/s840/r%202024%20-%2002-05%20022%20Winter%20Cabin.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVlFxf-TnwrokHHUgz5P5HJvOeGaG2JXiCOnFhL1pQCXMxnqVoMTMlFqaqFDxXYGfZ_Xv8YwFaNe5HF6AphqWQxlu0JTNOizDmF2oKlL2OWj4iVrs6tFBTy8nVKbzlvfzNhQhP1-57TBWG8SpSYP1PrnFXFWS1ZAVLhQq0CCfv-PC9C3SuKPQWl4UCvA/w426-h640/r%202024%20-%2002-05%20022%20Winter%20Cabin.jpg" width="426" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Pancake batter in the fry pan.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>Here is a sort of appropriate diary entry from Mary Cooper, Long Island farm wife, who wrote on September 17, 1769: <i>"O alas, I am more distrest than ever. I have dinner to get and nothing in the house to cook. I set my self to make some thing out of littel on."</i> The reason I say it was appropriate was due to the fact that we had planned to have pancakes as part of our dinner meal of which also consisted of a peas porridge. However, "the hens aren't a-layin' this time of year," therefore we had no eggs. And that's where Larissa's many years of 18th century hearth cooking & thought prowess shined, for she had "<i>dinner to get"</i> and had to <i>"set </i>(her)<i> self to make some thing out of littel on." </i></div><div>Norm volunteered to go on a search for eggs from our neighbors, none of whom live close by so he had to take the carriage. But, sadly, there was nothing anywhere. </div><div>(He really did take his car and drove to a variety of stores in the area, but no eggs were to be found anywhere!)~</div><div>So with Larissa having to <i>"set </i>(her)<i> self to make some thing out of littel on," </i>she mixed flour and milk, added melted butter, then poured it in the skillet as one would to make pancakes, all fried in lard. To top it off we had hot maple syrup. Yes, <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2021/03/if-its-march-it-must-be-maple-sugaring.html">maple sugaring</a> won't be done for a while yet, but we happened to have some that has lasted since last year. You see, once canned, maple syrup can be stored in the pantry about a year. </div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZhKwMWAc1a7Kx8DcczJDpEZ5Csa91gEJONK8vYLARscBL4hk6lqmy-n8NEb-pXlX4sRiJU_clKmtj-EhFn-sObkNCJw1WGJokEFn1QOBjaW-cIM7DtpmS6yMHO24cZrk0erVzavlAsyI4o82CDFc5Sg_f6hmIZM0XcxUO99JLP63aV3z5HiUDOJG9jg/s806/r%202024%20-%2002-05%20027%20Winter%20Cabin.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="806" data-original-width="605" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZhKwMWAc1a7Kx8DcczJDpEZ5Csa91gEJONK8vYLARscBL4hk6lqmy-n8NEb-pXlX4sRiJU_clKmtj-EhFn-sObkNCJw1WGJokEFn1QOBjaW-cIM7DtpmS6yMHO24cZrk0erVzavlAsyI4o82CDFc5Sg_f6hmIZM0XcxUO99JLP63aV3z5HiUDOJG9jg/w480-h640/r%202024%20-%2002-05%20027%20Winter%20Cabin.jpg" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">So she set to cookin' up what she thought<br />would be a much more bland-tasting pancake.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVqjCwcadPmct9NIau9tNHQmBAyhiuBCPjeX6INAbHxYJ6-rUbpYNjFNcaABh8oONEsauE2WCVxL7oYPuTxc6hEH_yWfrF1J2UP-yqTLnb5yGGdw5RTb9hBAosdE_MCQ6PxRoJW2Mipk6A3urXY1jR9-AV0aBBwCy_n0uYVAPQDSE59ZVKXzj6yhyphenhyphen9Pw/s1200/r%202024%20-%2002-05%20011%20Winter%20Cabin.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="459" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVqjCwcadPmct9NIau9tNHQmBAyhiuBCPjeX6INAbHxYJ6-rUbpYNjFNcaABh8oONEsauE2WCVxL7oYPuTxc6hEH_yWfrF1J2UP-yqTLnb5yGGdw5RTb9hBAosdE_MCQ6PxRoJW2Mipk6A3urXY1jR9-AV0aBBwCy_n0uYVAPQDSE59ZVKXzj6yhyphenhyphen9Pw/w690-h459/r%202024%20-%2002-05%20011%20Winter%20Cabin.jpg" width="690" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">But when she offered me a piece, it tasted as good as any I had ever eaten!<br />Oh! There is a different taste to food cooked over the hearth, or even over an open fire on a stove compared to something made on an electric stove.<br />There <i>is</i> no comparison!<br />So to this pancake-lovin' guy, these were awesome-tasting, even before syrup!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;">But Larissa was not the only female cook in the house!<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7bgYUsfZ9DQnwDnI-H35wXYNlPvTPiJBAxI11FtaU497QQzBI7mRKFKrdDr64vCbGnSTYxiBkNERvF5GTzt8aT3V11cPdf0-dH103e0ebzBNo7j6PDSoqBb1xKfFN78KtPHLmDf-8EEYl1ZOAK2KSNmHoqToYru0h9ikN-U8Ro80_Zrpy4C5bqGU5Rw/s840/r%202024%20-%2002-05%20036%20Winter%20Cabin.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7bgYUsfZ9DQnwDnI-H35wXYNlPvTPiJBAxI11FtaU497QQzBI7mRKFKrdDr64vCbGnSTYxiBkNERvF5GTzt8aT3V11cPdf0-dH103e0ebzBNo7j6PDSoqBb1xKfFN78KtPHLmDf-8EEYl1ZOAK2KSNmHoqToYru0h9ikN-U8Ro80_Zrpy4C5bqGU5Rw/w426-h640/r%202024%20-%2002-05%20036%20Winter%20Cabin.jpg" width="426" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Charlotte prepares our dinner meal.</span></td></tr></tbody></table>Charlotte, who herself has a long history of open flame cooking as a historic reenactor/living historian, was in charge of the peas porridge. </div><div style="text-align: left;">It should be noted that we in the 21st century are no longer an agricultural nation; the cycle of domestic life, which was closely tied to the land and seasons, had little changed from the beginning of time until very recently in the human timeline, for it hasn't been that long in comparison that a new world of technology of refrigeration, gas stoves, electric lighting, and home furnaces transformed the old world into one where times of the seasons mean little. It seems, for a variety of reasons - good or bad - the kitchen/hearth, and even the running of the household, is no longer as it once was. The current integral roles of a family - the very nature of the family - has also changed greatly: women now work outside the home and, thus, are not in the house all day, while fathers, in some cases, may or may not be there at all. And children of today no longer spend their time away from school following in their parent's footsteps to learn their crafts, trades, and knowledge but, instead, may be on their electronic devices. Though we had no children at the cabin with us, it is the thought that each of us there learned from our own mothers and fathers.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga1WCR9yAB1qkG1Ca5VRjwQGjk1vO-mTIILUYN2J6gawurHPkngbr85bB_mrjWiFksRKE1-5tPdF24xr2x3aQSFaFMoVElatiP1G9X4C9QdAziJ_hrqxNG7OnFOnQeiHhga8MIfjVOhCBTwsLPtkrnbWRvlRAj0fIGmUBuQZAj2xqnpq-8DpnnFpP9VQ/s840/r%202024%20-%2002-05%20007%20Winter%20Cabin.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga1WCR9yAB1qkG1Ca5VRjwQGjk1vO-mTIILUYN2J6gawurHPkngbr85bB_mrjWiFksRKE1-5tPdF24xr2x3aQSFaFMoVElatiP1G9X4C9QdAziJ_hrqxNG7OnFOnQeiHhga8MIfjVOhCBTwsLPtkrnbWRvlRAj0fIGmUBuQZAj2xqnpq-8DpnnFpP9VQ/w426-h640/r%202024%20-%2002-05%20007%20Winter%20Cabin.jpg" width="426" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Larissa greatly enjoyed watching Charlotte work<br />as she warmed herself near the fire!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>Whereas the cooking hearth during colonial times was the heart of the home, so many in our modern day eat frozen dinners heated quickly in a microwave or will "drive thru" a local fast food restaurant because of late work nights or maybe so they could spend more time in front of the TV or playing with their smart phone. Just as new diets are touted each month in women's magazines, so are ideas for eat-in kitchen tips on the casual meal that "today's busy families" grab on the run.</div><div>Heck!---it's a chore just to get modern families to eat together in one place at the same table at the same time!</div><div>But the colonial women who spent their time cooking at the hearth were nothing short of culinary geniuses. </div><div>On this day, Charlotte and Larissa, between the two of them, cooked a fine, appropriate, and very tasty dinner meal for the four of us. The pease porridge surely warmed my insides on this damp and cool day.</div><div>Funny, but whenever I leave the cabin in the late afternoon or early evening to head to my modern home, I am never hungry where I feel the need to stop at a fast food joint. The meals the ladies make always fill me up. And I am certain it is the same for all who participate as well. There is always enough food here so if anyone leaves hungry it is their own fault I suppose.</div><div><br /></div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY3jMSMep_kJPxTQC8k8yG1ECbimTNw5_ESLhK7myF5hToxctC9XLKNBpHGAc-oYuodAPNk92jc5VmSNKnkW-stJiGyKKZ1HWrItch7X0oZphI4v6njVgJxiZaVlyVy46jVm_9sRpSO12rgdLDMbbgOBpPNiRuk8wPVbw7oAqpOcnaUzH-VwMT0a2-nw/s1200/r%202024%20-%2002-05%20018%20Winter%20Cabin.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY3jMSMep_kJPxTQC8k8yG1ECbimTNw5_ESLhK7myF5hToxctC9XLKNBpHGAc-oYuodAPNk92jc5VmSNKnkW-stJiGyKKZ1HWrItch7X0oZphI4v6njVgJxiZaVlyVy46jVm_9sRpSO12rgdLDMbbgOBpPNiRuk8wPVbw7oAqpOcnaUzH-VwMT0a2-nw/w640-h426/r%202024%20-%2002-05%20018%20Winter%20Cabin.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Charlotte at the hearth.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;">What 18th century people chose to eat and how they cooked their meals was what they considered to be edible and familiar. Colonists cooked many dishes from memory and experience, eventually acquiring an 'American character,' and they certainly encountered new foods which, in some cases, came from the local Indians.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidnX4RIJzFRVUXENdiIcMh7jruSVTVax09ep0SeUMuJKk_TU7E0U90rDoiBFFF8MnqtyGmjSy3D8mZNj1-2MNDxztdXDwYL3qTU2In0diUzkHKBc5So3g2Wi-0Asbsq-ggWKhZ-eF5wrXN8c6klCaLF8MbGLfitB8B_UpRmuFrap3fXBbhD5NrEs1HMQ/s1200/r%202024%20-%2002-05%20017%20Winter%20Cabin.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="459" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidnX4RIJzFRVUXENdiIcMh7jruSVTVax09ep0SeUMuJKk_TU7E0U90rDoiBFFF8MnqtyGmjSy3D8mZNj1-2MNDxztdXDwYL3qTU2In0diUzkHKBc5So3g2Wi-0Asbsq-ggWKhZ-eF5wrXN8c6klCaLF8MbGLfitB8B_UpRmuFrap3fXBbhD5NrEs1HMQ/w690-h459/r%202024%20-%2002-05%20017%20Winter%20Cabin.jpg" width="690" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">For our dinner on this January day, we, once again, had <i>pease porridge</i>.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Porridge is, by etymology definition, a "thickened soup of vegetables boiled in water, with or without meat," and is also an alteration of the Middle English "pottage."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Charlotte's porridge had bits of meat - ham!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The earliest recorded version of "Pease Porridge Hot" was written as a riddle found in John Newbery's Mother Goose's Melody (from 1760):</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Pease Porridge hot,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Pease Porridge cold,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Pease Porridge in the Pot</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Nine Days old, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Spell me that in four letters; </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I will: T H A T - </span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;">Though cookbooks did exist, most colonial women cooked many dishes without the use of one; they learned from their mothers how to make the everyday foods that the majority of people in their area ate, therefore, unless the meal to be served was for a special occasion or an important guest, it was done by memory as she was taught.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4nxh0ayodj-8U8OSsI3xGF8j8g9GwzuWfConzpSasod2O6FkwssPU8Yn_C5hI2PSzpGzM305U0iJMSZBSWi7jzdgZNgT0szT2J4MrsF9k45vPg_I5mKEmy1slEHXSqB5wvIt0deodR47p_MMDYbB1I9zNl7da4wpWZnW1u6S6o2sn1rhwzLNyuRYU7Q/s1200/r%202024%20-%2002-05%20020%20Winter%20Cabin.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4nxh0ayodj-8U8OSsI3xGF8j8g9GwzuWfConzpSasod2O6FkwssPU8Yn_C5hI2PSzpGzM305U0iJMSZBSWi7jzdgZNgT0szT2J4MrsF9k45vPg_I5mKEmy1slEHXSqB5wvIt0deodR47p_MMDYbB1I9zNl7da4wpWZnW1u6S6o2sn1rhwzLNyuRYU7Q/w689-h458/r%202024%20-%2002-05%20020%20Winter%20Cabin.jpg" width="689" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Cooking on the hearth - the center of the colonial home - has </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: medium;">been thoroughly romanticized, and yet it remains an art </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: medium;">that few today have experienced. </span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTjq_uaApKzsXTpr1lUg6ikI3hl9-GVcwP0_iLlvZXXMBtiUHhmLcIrcERSBAvjqsUMEnrU51MnKq4e1YGtWtm_pupXsqtBBR309g-tDHsx6Zulxfik_3YZ2j3KLdFkt7rVD_LrgMs1xMMKJz8i6ldKb5O0g0ernY0Jf1DMPsCmgzKuIQhKJBL-Fi_vg/s910/r%202024%20-%2002-05%20015%20Winter%20Cabin.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="910" data-original-width="717" height="702" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTjq_uaApKzsXTpr1lUg6ikI3hl9-GVcwP0_iLlvZXXMBtiUHhmLcIrcERSBAvjqsUMEnrU51MnKq4e1YGtWtm_pupXsqtBBR309g-tDHsx6Zulxfik_3YZ2j3KLdFkt7rVD_LrgMs1xMMKJz8i6ldKb5O0g0ernY0Jf1DMPsCmgzKuIQhKJBL-Fi_vg/w553-h702/r%202024%20-%2002-05%20015%20Winter%20Cabin.jpg" width="553" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>We also had period-appropriate side-dishes.</span><br /><span>The beets and carrots being root vegetables can last quite a long time <br />in the ground...yes, even this late (or early) in the year. <br />Plus both have been in pickling jars.</span><br /><span>And the apple sauce was made (and canned) last fall.</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPvJSzX0sigikiP_yj0C68b2FPj6KgPT8qHq8DrJPjrkxGqz4uk8VGEOlezdtMRmLn0ijZJLJDzKPWBSM29Bf58vBnDhh1Gz2Xoy7lG7xr3o2vwrD8IJlSzP98Ry-lSuqZNiScLwcyX5aNT7SubWz7Wfof7E_l4ZvL7yrktZHpagm2-Uae4A9Fe3OUUQ/s806/r%202024%20-%2002-05%20030%20Winter%20Cabin.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="806" data-original-width="605" height="753" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPvJSzX0sigikiP_yj0C68b2FPj6KgPT8qHq8DrJPjrkxGqz4uk8VGEOlezdtMRmLn0ijZJLJDzKPWBSM29Bf58vBnDhh1Gz2Xoy7lG7xr3o2vwrD8IJlSzP98Ry-lSuqZNiScLwcyX5aNT7SubWz7Wfof7E_l4ZvL7yrktZHpagm2-Uae4A9Fe3OUUQ/w565-h753/r%202024%20-%2002-05%20030%20Winter%20Cabin.jpg" width="565" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Brian, Waterloo president, made a table and benches <br />specifically for use at the cabin.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw2G_w-k9fJolzidKY6f_N7-_zfiSUF_DEhNJoSFIS3WlmuMy2V02-qb1vrhlK4fG1x5G8XKiaMZmdMNqg4xr31x1u5k3MoPetVrmEEjgby1FoEhIdK00fudbjwndfjon8DZismWTG8b2AuK_bmrlYFy5Qg6YBgvUe6JSyH_abG7_I6Tx-MfdJLXq6JQ/s806/r%202024%20-%2002-05%20033%20Winter%20Cabin.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="806" data-original-width="605" height="766" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw2G_w-k9fJolzidKY6f_N7-_zfiSUF_DEhNJoSFIS3WlmuMy2V02-qb1vrhlK4fG1x5G8XKiaMZmdMNqg4xr31x1u5k3MoPetVrmEEjgby1FoEhIdK00fudbjwndfjon8DZismWTG8b2AuK_bmrlYFy5Qg6YBgvUe6JSyH_abG7_I6Tx-MfdJLXq6JQ/w575-h766/r%202024%20-%2002-05%20033%20Winter%20Cabin.jpg" width="575" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Setting the table for our meal.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwZ7OF0Ofj12NEDoIrbw0sGEIrRLUbJGTNDXAo-zvEIoBIeA6Aswarjjw6qGh9sjFUXGlASNcVBDaA9p1MqzHA-PgMVULIYctg4uo7VqO_fStaYB4QIWkE8_Z4afh_8c2xT9G8qHTanOspJRjNvHc1c7Lc7WxjOWAciRyVKYoLmFoj3BrfLoBMzfmJOw/s806/r%202024%20-%2002-05%20034%20Winter%20Cabin.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="806" data-original-width="605" height="769" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwZ7OF0Ofj12NEDoIrbw0sGEIrRLUbJGTNDXAo-zvEIoBIeA6Aswarjjw6qGh9sjFUXGlASNcVBDaA9p1MqzHA-PgMVULIYctg4uo7VqO_fStaYB4QIWkE8_Z4afh_8c2xT9G8qHTanOspJRjNvHc1c7Lc7WxjOWAciRyVKYoLmFoj3BrfLoBMzfmJOw/w577-h769/r%202024%20-%2002-05%20034%20Winter%20Cabin.jpg" width="577" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And we had our candles lit for Candlemas.<br />We would not normally light them during daytime hours, but this <br />was a holiday...a holiday specifically for candles, the coming <br />of spring, and for Christ being the "Light of the world."</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGn6rttKLFSwuD5CUMFcHuSRNKN74FWdk6JrW_Ssoy5BN_HDJfxTH57-iWnTQkbGU24DwwZAF7rETyuDdYxV_RqtatRS0fb0qiCVzXF9y56l2EHWZE4U8T2cB78n3jL5tZZnPylRV0kmoBput0MSDzDmxB4mU0uxWscxRPD-1es4rlUtSXdSnXpukqQw/s862/r%202024%20-%2002-05%20008%20Winter%20Cabin.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="862" data-original-width="610" height="864" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGn6rttKLFSwuD5CUMFcHuSRNKN74FWdk6JrW_Ssoy5BN_HDJfxTH57-iWnTQkbGU24DwwZAF7rETyuDdYxV_RqtatRS0fb0qiCVzXF9y56l2EHWZE4U8T2cB78n3jL5tZZnPylRV0kmoBput0MSDzDmxB4mU0uxWscxRPD-1es4rlUtSXdSnXpukqQw/w610-h864/r%202024%20-%2002-05%20008%20Winter%20Cabin.jpg" width="610" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Norman - - aka Pastor Gerring.<br />No, he is not an actual licensed minister, but his knowledge of the <br />Bible and his research in 18th century period prayers can fool <br />anyone into thinking he is. <br />He is more real than some actual licensed pastors I've met. </span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>Contrary to current 21st century popular belief, and <i>against a prevailing view that eighteenth-century Americans had not perpetuated the first settlers' passionate commitment to their faith, scholars now identify a high level of religious energy in the colonies after 1700. According to one expert, religion was in the "ascension rather than the declension"; another sees a "rising vitality in religious life" from 1700 onward; a third finds religion in many parts of the colonies in a state of "feverish growth." Figures on church attendance and church formation support these opinions. Between 1700 and 1740, an estimated 75 to 80 percent of the population attended churches, which were being built at a headlong pace.</i></div><div>The above was taken directly from The Library of Congress (<a href="https://www.loc.gov/exhibits/religion/rel02">HERE</a>)</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlPfY-u4ijXqafr86lGGrKRp4O4gmRPBgRb2_f1FNFRKsXkWwALy-hRq5YcIKW30Xl1DSaYabV4IJJmmnjPv7oUjC4mlUImo1Xm-hu4xYeQH7IjOzLPOAjQS5PRyt85GiH6aGF13ll_LFYdITVgcniYaXO0gxspQqNBuWKczoJcxizYr2t4mEusZypjw/s1494/r%202024%20-%2002-05%20023%20Winter%20Cabin.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="786" data-original-width="1494" height="363" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlPfY-u4ijXqafr86lGGrKRp4O4gmRPBgRb2_f1FNFRKsXkWwALy-hRq5YcIKW30Xl1DSaYabV4IJJmmnjPv7oUjC4mlUImo1Xm-hu4xYeQH7IjOzLPOAjQS5PRyt85GiH6aGF13ll_LFYdITVgcniYaXO0gxspQqNBuWKczoJcxizYr2t4mEusZypjw/w692-h363/r%202024%20-%2002-05%20023%20Winter%20Cabin.jpg" width="692" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A group image through the window.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRXMPtC73sU0q87exNN7nKS-OGGKu7-WRTIz_plSkH64cvGS-CFbzwaPWFoDkDULk70a4fwMKn1l0b2LN97Uo4wPXDHFkgXMwzTFn942lUUgDRIK9f7cY4yANRIWJqwydWkkJg3xRiXM24PW0b6acbh8lKTY1SWL0MiXOqLvE6B4a8QmDuOWbiQR-SYw/s806/r%202024%20-%2002-05%20026%20Winter%20Cabin.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="806" data-original-width="605" height="746" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRXMPtC73sU0q87exNN7nKS-OGGKu7-WRTIz_plSkH64cvGS-CFbzwaPWFoDkDULk70a4fwMKn1l0b2LN97Uo4wPXDHFkgXMwzTFn942lUUgDRIK9f7cY4yANRIWJqwydWkkJg3xRiXM24PW0b6acbh8lKTY1SWL0MiXOqLvE6B4a8QmDuOWbiQR-SYw/w559-h746/r%202024%20-%2002-05%20026%20Winter%20Cabin.jpg" width="559" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Norm pours warm cider from the pipkin, which was sitting at the hearth.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>A pipkin is an earthenware cooking pot used for cooking over or next to heat from coals or a wood fire. They were not held in direct flame - that would crack the ceramic. It has a handle, and many examples had three feet. Late medieval and post-medieval pipkins had a hollow handle into which a stick might be inserted for manipulation. The fact that the handle is hollow also keeps the handle cool, and in many or most cases can be gripped to pour. I am not sure how long these were in use - I've not seen them after the early part of the 19th century - so I imagine that's when they may have fallen out of favor.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEYDX456gILRWiiHhfHEzt0lJVy-zcpCLl0hSw0LIdcLFzLJvFixEmWSvcKP2xMFEfXtXUjThWBHmBMnrhK6pTp2cUZAJJdtjZ87SG3U-6gAf6qW30XKQj4VYBitilQQrtyn3UAUCLswpFAlYgXGjTqoVSgHQ0aOhg7GDBM1vkEgWBOgde3ImRGosudA/s1200/r%202024%20-%2002-05%20009%20Winter%20Cabin.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEYDX456gILRWiiHhfHEzt0lJVy-zcpCLl0hSw0LIdcLFzLJvFixEmWSvcKP2xMFEfXtXUjThWBHmBMnrhK6pTp2cUZAJJdtjZ87SG3U-6gAf6qW30XKQj4VYBitilQQrtyn3UAUCLswpFAlYgXGjTqoVSgHQ0aOhg7GDBM1vkEgWBOgde3ImRGosudA/w688-h458/r%202024%20-%2002-05%20009%20Winter%20Cabin.jpg" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">We all certainly enjoyed our dinner meal of pease porridge and pancakes <br />and the sides mentioned earlier!<br />Well done ladies!! You both do the 18th century proud!<br />This is a definite highlight of our day - - - !</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>The men, too, had their chores to fill their days as well; the winter months of January and February were considered the best time of year for woodcutting, and the rising of the sun was often accompanied with the sound of an axe as fuel supplies were needed. Wood chopping had a dual purpose in the wintertime: it warmed the axeman as it was being chopped, split, and hauled, and warmed him again as it was burned for fuel. The men spent long, hard days in the woods, sometimes hiring out help to complete such a task. They would cut and prepare specific firewood for the many needs such as for cooking, warming, and laundry.</div><div>Another chore?</div><div>Collecting manure for spring planting. Mixing the manure with the dirt was usually done in early spring by plowing and harrowing it into the ground to help ensure a better growing season.</div><div>Caring for the livestock was another chore – making sure they were fed as well as were warm enough on those bitter cold days and nights.</div><div>There was also home repairs as well as perhaps any mending of the outbuildings, including the barn and stalls, tool shed, dairy barn, the necessary (out house), chicken coupes, pig pen, fences, and anything else that would need fixing. </div><div>Repairs of tools – or, perhaps making new tools for the coming year. </div><div>Hunting...fishing...carrying water as needed...</div><div>These were all necessary winter chores. And as the family would work together as a well-oiled machine, this ensured their survival.</div><div>However, since we don't actually live at the cabin, most on the list I cannot do during this time of year. But...some listed here will be done later in the year.</div><div>For the past few years I've brought my flax processing tools to the cabin, usually in the fall and winter visits. I learned how to process flax from Roy, master presenter at the Daggett House at Greenfield Village. Well, last year I watched as he built a new well-sweep and wooden firepit poles for the Daggett yard (click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/09/the-spirit-of-samuel-daggett-lives-on.html">HERE</a>). In doing so he used, pretty extensively, a shave horse.</div><div>So...the bell went off in my head - - like processing flax, here is another 18th century chore and tool I can use and utilize. So my friend, Bob, made one for me, and, well, here I am.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXKVp8WGdLfYUxxicULnwCABc4F_KU5hyphenhyphenT9tpad9ictm_B9xL0bY9WjgezAG_DDemGYyZZp2OWtu6acHmh7WRYxog0Apsm59RMOOzPbN6Os5_iCLqNTV5THpZh3MFgOBHkbkZ8QU0G_dzBQ80v1TH_87v50Zz_Z7ZFZZ7nTM8p-1ezEORGtEWtoBpvKQ/s840/r%202024%20-%2002-05%20005%20Winter%20Cabin.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="897" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXKVp8WGdLfYUxxicULnwCABc4F_KU5hyphenhyphenT9tpad9ictm_B9xL0bY9WjgezAG_DDemGYyZZp2OWtu6acHmh7WRYxog0Apsm59RMOOzPbN6Os5_iCLqNTV5THpZh3MFgOBHkbkZ8QU0G_dzBQ80v1TH_87v50Zz_Z7ZFZZ7nTM8p-1ezEORGtEWtoBpvKQ/w597-h897/r%202024%20-%2002-05%20005%20Winter%20Cabin.jpg" width="597" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I practiced a bit at home and even had my two oldest grandkids give it a try.<br />I do have a ways to go, but I'm headed in the right direction. <br />Unfortunately, I forgot my work smock and so I was covered in wood shavings.<br /><i>(Get a little dirt on yer hands, boy!)</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>From Wikipedia:<br /><i>A shaving horse is a combination of vice and workbench, used for green woodworking. Typical usage of the shaving horse is to create a round profile along a square piece, such as for a chair leg or to prepare a workpiece for the pole lathe. They are used in crafts such as coopering and bowyery</i> (a bow maker). </div><div>The original shave horses date back to Roman times, and were used all the way into the industrial revolution period (roughly from ancient times through the mid-1800s). Similar to the spinning wheel and loom, the industrial revolution, which began slowly in the late 1700s, didn't necessarily make the shave horse obsolete, though they were not as prominent a fixture as they once were---rather, farmers and rural folks continued to use them for a while after, in some cases, clear into the 20th century.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsuc9I9V-PCUrW54FxybZchdDMc1yCbAjoZFI98X9hoJNQEDfE-SycEz4eAtNlop2U0hBRXVGf_LSaw7Hh4AaTHFPsMThe3pKBAe6BJScVILEerMq7QI6oBCGubUdXFCvhm7T7jxfi18hzHfC3St-n7-btzHPUO7pKrLaMHmwRzOeVveMFXk7vObTBUw/s924/r%202024%20-%2002-05%20025%20Winter%20Cabin.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="924" data-original-width="907" height="708" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsuc9I9V-PCUrW54FxybZchdDMc1yCbAjoZFI98X9hoJNQEDfE-SycEz4eAtNlop2U0hBRXVGf_LSaw7Hh4AaTHFPsMThe3pKBAe6BJScVILEerMq7QI6oBCGubUdXFCvhm7T7jxfi18hzHfC3St-n7-btzHPUO7pKrLaMHmwRzOeVveMFXk7vObTBUw/w695-h708/r%202024%20-%2002-05%20025%20Winter%20Cabin.jpg" width="695" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Being this was Bob's first shave horse that he made, there are a few kinks to be worked out, so thankfully Larissa helped me by holding the wood to help keep it still while I shaved it of its bark.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>The draw-knife tool that I am using that removes and shapes the wood is rather dull, so I could only remove the bark from what will become a broom handle. But I will need to shape it a bit, so that will be my next step at my next cabin visit in the spring, which will give me ample time to get it sharpened. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmBvV3YrVoWF5x6mnrZ4Cq0nKT-jzRghbnj1HJTh8zvAPLDoBuEbX7M5AD4wT-e_4QRScEI_kQdH4HBS0dyvEs5nqMH9cb0SENcJJIhF2HUC81WD4CqGDSKtmw4CuZPB5uZlSU_s3UJnSfWL0SjUrtBON7RbZEg7KT7bzfVZCc9fAzaFDBTJ3RbKy3XQ/s1200/r%202024%20-%2002-05%20014%20Winter%20Cabin.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="461" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmBvV3YrVoWF5x6mnrZ4Cq0nKT-jzRghbnj1HJTh8zvAPLDoBuEbX7M5AD4wT-e_4QRScEI_kQdH4HBS0dyvEs5nqMH9cb0SENcJJIhF2HUC81WD4CqGDSKtmw4CuZPB5uZlSU_s3UJnSfWL0SjUrtBON7RbZEg7KT7bzfVZCc9fAzaFDBTJ3RbKy3XQ/w692-h461/r%202024%20-%2002-05%20014%20Winter%20Cabin.jpg" width="692" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Wood shavings covering the floor and upon the seat will be used for the fireplace<br />or as tinder in the tinderbox (for starting fires).</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij70zIKp9kMfDp6yrileWw6utZ3aQjzYtsvLY1W7CUwG4yvR1HIFK_lt33a58kMcLwmSPVatetHNg1aXK_w7F8Dz7VDo7I4IsMc1OOlv8ovutwI9aNvewEYMNpP5DkiCpca7UDWT6bswwVyAH9Gp21gUrmQ9QF3wIbqUQoYqylB-SwG0lujyjqwEFaZw/s806/r%202024%20-%2002-05%20024%20Winter%20Cabin.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="806" data-original-width="605" height="814" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij70zIKp9kMfDp6yrileWw6utZ3aQjzYtsvLY1W7CUwG4yvR1HIFK_lt33a58kMcLwmSPVatetHNg1aXK_w7F8Dz7VDo7I4IsMc1OOlv8ovutwI9aNvewEYMNpP5DkiCpca7UDWT6bswwVyAH9Gp21gUrmQ9QF3wIbqUQoYqylB-SwG0lujyjqwEFaZw/w610-h814/r%202024%20-%2002-05%20024%20Winter%20Cabin.jpg" width="610" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I do not have a "before" picture, but, if you look close you can see <br />plenty more work needs to be done on what I hope will become a broom handle.<br />I am quite proud of what I accomplished so far - - - for my first time~</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>More experiences of things I've only seen done at museums, and now I am actually doing.</div><div>And, no, I am not giving up my flax processing nor candle making - just adding to my list of 18th century life experiences and chores.</div><div>But here is one that, unfortunately, did not turn out as well as I had hoped: starting a fire by way of flint and steel.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcKvyXIFyaUGNQtS5C-a81nsvhHjwKtlQcy24jKCorTPJYqNKw6ionBvjBPofqrcssoCI2rSQV3GuYmLOSonumNRRqqOrnVn5OUiXX5SP9W_sV8p2kjm3Y2RWj3xY4wmutLwn6u5rKUBwdlB6p9GNvnjABq93vdUUXGLcFEM6zIQr9vD1ge8Fgk_2rGg/s806/r%202024%20-%2002-05%20029%20Winter%20Cabin.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="806" data-original-width="605" height="821" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcKvyXIFyaUGNQtS5C-a81nsvhHjwKtlQcy24jKCorTPJYqNKw6ionBvjBPofqrcssoCI2rSQV3GuYmLOSonumNRRqqOrnVn5OUiXX5SP9W_sV8p2kjm3Y2RWj3xY4wmutLwn6u5rKUBwdlB6p9GNvnjABq93vdUUXGLcFEM6zIQr9vD1ge8Fgk_2rGg/w615-h821/r%202024%20-%2002-05%20029%20Winter%20Cabin.jpg" width="615" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I had flint, steel, char cloth, and tinder (jute).<br />Both myself and Brian attempted it - Brian having done this plenty of times before - but neither of us could get enough spark to make a flame. He believes I may need a better flint or char cloth.<br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_BSI59h9jgo7WDP_qmFe74HwcqUwpvns0r6JI6CEZTdNE2P2mRqPr5Uy-0YenNDbXPbjnGTE40c02uE5-0H9yveQSgvhjhPCaDagDgJaxowPnJ2hYbcRnm5KKbykOTTw_gnLBr4TxvocPH2DF-3I2l8vhNk2lKsrnBxQ8MzXEWy3ADJiLyQlmvixckA/s1200/r%202024%20-%2002-05%20013%20Winter%20Cabin.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="460" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_BSI59h9jgo7WDP_qmFe74HwcqUwpvns0r6JI6CEZTdNE2P2mRqPr5Uy-0YenNDbXPbjnGTE40c02uE5-0H9yveQSgvhjhPCaDagDgJaxowPnJ2hYbcRnm5KKbykOTTw_gnLBr4TxvocPH2DF-3I2l8vhNk2lKsrnBxQ8MzXEWy3ADJiLyQlmvixckA/w690-h460/r%202024%20-%2002-05%20013%20Winter%20Cabin.jpg" width="690" /></a><span style="font-size: medium;"><br />But I won't give up. I want to add this to my so-called "bucket list" of accomplishments.<br />The thing is, once I do learn how to do this, I plan to use it often, whether during a </span><br /><span style="font-size: medium;">presentation or on my own out here at the cabin.</span><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div>Yes, another history lesson to be had (and why wouldn't there be? This is Passion for the Past after all).</div><div>From <a href="https://lewis-clark.org/tools-and-techniques/making-fire/">THIS</a> site - (copied & pasted word for word), we learn that:</div><div><i>The friction or strike matches familiar to us today were not generally available to Americans until the late 1830s. Without friction matches, the Corps of Discovery (a specially established unit of the United States Army which formed the nucleus of the Lewis and Clark Expedition) would have relied mainly on flint and steel, a technology known to the Romans and . . . developed in the Dark Ages...</i></div><div><i>The steel, which was curved so as to form a handle, was held in the left hand and struck with the sharp edge of the flint. Good tinder was very important and was made by charring lint, or other easily combustible material, and keeping it dry in a tinder box or pouch. The fire maker blew upon the lighted tinder to spread the fire and added shavings. If everything went right, a fire was kindled in a few minutes, but the flint might have lost its sharp edge, the steel might be blunted and the tinder might be damp from rainy weather or merely from fog...</i></div><div><i>The above description, from a history of the Diamond Match Company, applies to a typical American house-hold of 1830, not a wilderness setting in which the fire-starter might have had to cope with damp and wind. One can imagine...men cursing as they bent over a pile of dried moss, striking flint against steel and nursing a flame by blowing on the smoking tinder.</i></div><div><i>That flint and steel was the method of choice is evident in the records of Lewis’s effort in Philadelphia in 1803 to obtain supplies and equipment for the expedition.</i></div><div>I will continue to try - - - </div><div><br /></div><div>Fashionista's is what we are!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRwVPuUwIHEC80HOw2MAGUyhDr7WUeC0xJV7eGgKTkwdBXcFp_H6HwtBS6gFYhdOoi6-kpjUyaTQvGICEwHV8qM-R9POFGGr-aB_w3Vg9HgZN4t-JokQniUMwT9MEpteNsbu-BAaSPlE0HSjRGNx2fW5k-Ypkk-ahm4Fo4lKbzWeUEYgaOgXXx2Do_Pw/s1200/r%202024%20-%2002-05%20010%20Winter%20Cabin.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="457" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRwVPuUwIHEC80HOw2MAGUyhDr7WUeC0xJV7eGgKTkwdBXcFp_H6HwtBS6gFYhdOoi6-kpjUyaTQvGICEwHV8qM-R9POFGGr-aB_w3Vg9HgZN4t-JokQniUMwT9MEpteNsbu-BAaSPlE0HSjRGNx2fW5k-Ypkk-ahm4Fo4lKbzWeUEYgaOgXXx2Do_Pw/w688-h457/r%202024%20-%2002-05%20010%20Winter%20Cabin.jpg" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I know it sounds silly, but I do like this sort of photograph.<br />We should do the same with modern footwear!</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgehWdzDtC-KnJo7y1bLqjr0fhzz8vfhme0JjDkpUBpCKXjrHj7vBrh8Nz5XJt4o5_lv-fJ7qm92jmKOxQqwofv21Q1n15kUOFpzX6h0rEzi3izu3XYgGxVFvz6jFqIHQep1nQ_TM2LykV5ef3Yex_dG4IBkubjZ_jynDcObaKYgLZuBQ1VJqiRBkTYgw/s1200/r%202024%20-%2002-05%20016%20Winter%20Cabin.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="457" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgehWdzDtC-KnJo7y1bLqjr0fhzz8vfhme0JjDkpUBpCKXjrHj7vBrh8Nz5XJt4o5_lv-fJ7qm92jmKOxQqwofv21Q1n15kUOFpzX6h0rEzi3izu3XYgGxVFvz6jFqIHQep1nQ_TM2LykV5ef3Yex_dG4IBkubjZ_jynDcObaKYgLZuBQ1VJqiRBkTYgw/w687-h457/r%202024%20-%2002-05%20016%20Winter%20Cabin.jpg" width="687" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">By the way, just as it often was in the 1700s, the "necessary" was outside, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">a distance from the cabin - distant enough to hinder any odors when</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">the weather is warm. But here in winter, the trek seemed to take forever,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">especially in the muddy and cool dampness of the day.</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgycob4yS6XaLwLSwqsyFJev1SrOmzDSwN0A6OoLnES3WmYGIzY_wi8t0IhFvRfpBSoKlh9NhiwFjjmffcVHIJMr-C1OqSmGySfXZfxc0bFXmuKb_JRiOC2U2dG5vhzwFrwAV1pvEOxN2zZ0E3jnLxNKYti6jsdD3U4cIWZmeOfxG5ewQjJk5YlFrGJUw/s806/r%202024%20-%2002-05%20031%20Winter%20Cabin.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="806" data-original-width="605" height="786" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgycob4yS6XaLwLSwqsyFJev1SrOmzDSwN0A6OoLnES3WmYGIzY_wi8t0IhFvRfpBSoKlh9NhiwFjjmffcVHIJMr-C1OqSmGySfXZfxc0bFXmuKb_JRiOC2U2dG5vhzwFrwAV1pvEOxN2zZ0E3jnLxNKYti6jsdD3U4cIWZmeOfxG5ewQjJk5YlFrGJUw/w589-h786/r%202024%20-%2002-05%20031%20Winter%20Cabin.jpg" width="589" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Coffee - not tea! - was a-cooking on the hearth.<br />Per our normal activity, after dinner we sat and <br />relaxed to a fine conversation.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: right;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQecRX3CB0tWNSpdYTtRuOvPGwUWIGuUQFFbkL7tAFo6h_EX0cF6bdze-h_8zA_dQJgKeGSyO7boglHehlDZD7fdRm_UI17gXrmtYQUQPp6ON0NtaiPJLkUhOupOY7RlaqsjDc_7gi5cZVW6AQ4k3E4U7kZyu1bv-zze8JaX_3vVRoCZac8Zm-eu6kIA/s1200/r%202024%20-%2002-05%20006%20Winter%20Cabin.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="461" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQecRX3CB0tWNSpdYTtRuOvPGwUWIGuUQFFbkL7tAFo6h_EX0cF6bdze-h_8zA_dQJgKeGSyO7boglHehlDZD7fdRm_UI17gXrmtYQUQPp6ON0NtaiPJLkUhOupOY7RlaqsjDc_7gi5cZVW6AQ4k3E4U7kZyu1bv-zze8JaX_3vVRoCZac8Zm-eu6kIA/w692-h461/r%202024%20-%2002-05%20006%20Winter%20Cabin.jpg" width="692" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The fire was a-blazing, and we just let it burn itself low, then banked it to the back of the firebox..</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8KTwwGW67UpN8h9adw17y5ksiKV4CCcITuX-FWB4OuNVHHjYddRD5sXuBHw2uRhJST0W1tCCXjKFgWuIMIlQTB4O4N9SNPdwxahUqaIOfOdMAxFEhyphenhyphen0ncAhrBArjBo6RqC8b6T8dJw_EWubSSOb7mQ41fWD9xhJm0A-XNK7HsXJJYH-KnYxYosMP3ow/s1200/r%202024%20-%2002-05%20012%20Winter%20Cabin.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="460" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8KTwwGW67UpN8h9adw17y5ksiKV4CCcITuX-FWB4OuNVHHjYddRD5sXuBHw2uRhJST0W1tCCXjKFgWuIMIlQTB4O4N9SNPdwxahUqaIOfOdMAxFEhyphenhyphen0ncAhrBArjBo6RqC8b6T8dJw_EWubSSOb7mQ41fWD9xhJm0A-XNK7HsXJJYH-KnYxYosMP3ow/w691-h460/r%202024%20-%2002-05%20012%20Winter%20Cabin.jpg" width="691" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">This was taken shortly before we left to head back into the 21st century.<br />We were trying for a sort of silhouette look, but I actually like this better with the candles.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div><div>I've spent countless hours inside the 1760s Daggett House inside historic Greenfield Village watching Roy & Chuck work outdoors, and Larissa & countless other female presenters working indoors and cook on the hearth, wishing and hoping that one day I could somehow possibly spend an entire day there, taking part in the historical activities with them, and perhaps even join them in feasting upon the 18th century meal. Well, I knew it would be impossible for something like that to happen for me at Greenfield Village, for I am not an employee there. </div><div>But I do get "the Daggett experience" every single time I am at the cabin...and more.</div></div><div>Thank you to our "cabin crew" for helping with such amazing period experiences.</div><div>And for taking pictures that I could add to my own snaps.</div><div>Today's posting makes 17 cabin days - - - below are links showing the previous 16 times:</div><div><br /></div><div>Here are the links to all of our cabin day experiences (so far):</div><div><div>If you are interested in our other cabin excursions, please click the links below:</div><div><div><div><div>To read about our 2020 autumn excursion at the cabin, click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2020/11/a-day-in-life-spending-time-in-autumn.html">HERE</a></div><div>To read about our 2021 wintertime excursion at the cabin, click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2021/02/a-day-in-life-spending-time-in-winter.html">HERE</a></div>To read about our 2021 springtime excursion at the cabin, click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2021/05/a-day-in-life-spending-time-in-spring.html">HERE</a><br /><div>To read about our 2021 summertime excursion at the cabin, click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2021/08/a-day-in-life-spending-time-in-summer.html">HERE</a></div><div>To read about our 2021 summer harvesting of the flax at the cabin, click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2021/09/harvesting-flax-keeping-in-spirit-of.html">HERE</a></div><div>To read about our 2021 autumn excursion making candles at the cabin, click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2021/11/a-day-in-life-1771-candlemaking.html">HERE</a></div><div>To read about our 2022 winter excursion at the cabin, please click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2022/02/a-day-in-life-bitter-cold-winters-day.html">HERE</a></div></div><div>To read about our 2022 spring excursion at the cabin, please click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2022/05/a-day-in-life-living-history-on-spring.html">HERE</a></div></div><div>To read about our 2022 summer excursion at the cabin, please click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2022/08/a-day-in-life-spending-time-in-summer.html">HERE</a></div><div>To read about our 2022 autumn excursion at the cabin (Pioneer Day), please click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2022/10/pioneer-day-at-waterloo-farm-and-cabin.html">HERE</a></div></div><div>To read about our 2023 winter excursion at the cabin - Candlemas, please click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/02/experiencing-our-research-day-in-life.html">HERE</a></div><div>To read about our 2023 spring excursion at the cabin - Rogation Sunday, please click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/05/experiencing-our-research-spring-cabin.html">HERE</a></div><div>To read about our 2023 late spring - more planting at the cabin (& early farming history), click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/05/ancient-farming-in-bc-and-early-ad-eras.html">HERE</a></div><div>To read about the 2023 early summer weeding at the cabin (and a timeline event), please click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/06/a-weekend-in-past-weeding-garden-and.html">HERE</a></div></div></div><div>To read about the 2023 autumn Pioneer Day event we participated in, please click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/10/pioneer-day-at-waterloo-farm-cabin.html">HERE</a></div><div>To read about our 2023 Thanksgiving celebration in early November, please click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/11/experiencing-our-research-celebrating.html">HERE</a></div><div>~And that brings us up to today's post.</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Sources:<br />Maple Sugar from <a href="https://ask.usda.gov/s/article/How-long-can-you-keep-maple-syrup#:~:text=Information&text=Before%20opening%2C%20all%20maple%20syrup,pantry%20for%20about%20a%20year.">HERE</a></div><div style="text-align: left;">Religion info from <a href="https://www.loc.gov/exhibits/religion/rel02">HERE</a></div><div style="text-align: left;">Flint & Steel from <a href="https://lewis-clark.org/tools-and-techniques/making-fire/">HERE</a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Many people often wonder where we get what we need to recreate life in the 18th century. Well, there are numerous places many living historians go to.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Clothing: Now, many folks prefer to sew their own clothing. If you are a seamstress or taylor or happen to know of any, this could also be a wonderful option. Possibly the perfect option. I've had some garments made for me as well. However, prices can be on the higher side (if you have a good person that sews well). If you do choose this route, make sure you get the right patterns, or it's all a waste. </div><div style="text-align: left;">If you do not want to take this route, or perhaps cannot afford it at the present time, there are numerous on-line sutlers that many of us use for ready-made clothing and shoes:<br /><a href="https://www.samsonhistorical.com/">Samson Historical</a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://www.townsends.us/">Townsend</a></div><div style="text-align: left;">I use both, depending on what I need or am looking for. Both places also have a wonderment of accessories: lanterns, dinner ware, quill & ink, along with home and camping goods. In fact, we in the cabin crew have clothing - mix and match - from either Samson's or Townsend's, along with a number of the accessories seen as well.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Like anything historical, please make sure you have a second or even third opinion before spending too much money. Research (there's that word again) and talk to people before getting too deep.</div><div style="text-align: left;">AND...if you are within driving distance of Kalamazoo, Michigan you can also visit the Kalamazoo Living History Show held every third weekend in March (click <a href="https://www.kalamazooshow.com/">HERE</a> and <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2018/05/spring-time-happenings-2018-adventures.html">HERE</a>)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://research.colonialwilliamsburg.org/Foundation/journal/Winter03-04/clothing.cfm">HERE</a> is an interesting article by a Williamsburg historian</div><div style="text-align: left;">And <a href="https://www.amazon.com/What-Clothes-Reveal-Williamsburg-Decorative/dp/0300181078/ref=sr_1_1?crid=3ENTQHMWTKWAQ&keywords=what+clothes+reveal&qid=1706646323&s=books&sprefix=what+clothes+reveal%2Cstripbooks%2C90&sr=1-1">HERE</a> is an excellent book on 18th century clothing.</div><div style="text-align: left;">A while back I wrote a blog post that can be used as a guide - just a guide: <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2016/04/living-colonial-life-clothing-hair-and.html">HERE</a><br /> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="color: red;">~~~~~~~~~~</span>~~<span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: medium;"><b>~~~~~~~~</b></span></div>Historical Kenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04979801752112100293noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56451385109293718.post-32295457837404670302024-01-29T14:38:00.007-05:002024-02-18T11:34:18.760-05:00Historic Hearths (and Some Fireplace History)<div style="text-align: center;"><i>In mid-January of the year of this writing, 2024, we had some of the harshest winter weather in a few years. During that time, there were areas all around us here in southeastern Michigan that lost power due to </i><i>ice & snow, sleet & rain, </i><i>single-digit temperatures, and high wind. And here we are...without a fireplace to keep us warm should we have any issues. Perhaps I should have one built - - ....I can dream, can't I? </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>But which style should I go with?<br />Hmmm...</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;">.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I would like to submit a directory of the locations of the hearth images in today's post:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>The Daggett House Hearth </b>was built about 1750</div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>The Giddings House Hearth</b> built about 1750</div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>The McGuffey Cabin</b> <b>Hearth</b> from 1789/90</div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>The Waterloo Log House/Cabin Hearth</b>: not original to the 1840s cabin, but still gives us the impression of 18th century life.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>The Firestone Farm</b> <b>Hearth</b>: The Firestone Farmhouse was originally built in 1828 but was "updated" in 1885. The sitting room fireplace itself is probably an original, though updated as well.</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">==</span>__<span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: medium;"><b>==</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The idea for this Historic Hearths posting came to me more or less as a fluke. On my Facebook page I posted just over a dozen of these photos while we were "enjoying" the first real winter blast of the season: a hard & fast snowfall followed by a bitter cold spell. So I thought it might be mentally relaxing to post such cozy photos.</div><div style="text-align: left;">It certainly was relaxing for me to look at them.</div><div style="text-align: left;">I hope they are for you as well.</div><div style="text-align: left;">But, as I combed through my many fireplace photos one question plagued me...</div><div style="text-align: left;">When?</div><div style="text-align: left;">How?</div><div style="text-align: left;">Yes, I'm talking about fireplaces here - - when did they come about? And how did it all happen?</div><div style="text-align: left;">I am a curious person, and over the years I've learned to question everything and bury myself in research to find answers. In doing so I've learned so much. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA8RudXBF2SRZbb0vwpLI83pCBfUhhId57hitrLnH8SOrUiE8vBBPVeRZTzu8a3qau_n6ba8mfxrc-kg04amlblu5NwC8n6PZBW2KvcCmNdCKnVefG8ntZn-OfcjMbnLgKuPCyu8cvLYuzmBVRChhc6VMn6DtDtcnV_cQmhdI0Ld7JTNU6G-vC7vT0FQ/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-29%20022%20HistoricHearths.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="459" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA8RudXBF2SRZbb0vwpLI83pCBfUhhId57hitrLnH8SOrUiE8vBBPVeRZTzu8a3qau_n6ba8mfxrc-kg04amlblu5NwC8n6PZBW2KvcCmNdCKnVefG8ntZn-OfcjMbnLgKuPCyu8cvLYuzmBVRChhc6VMn6DtDtcnV_cQmhdI0Ld7JTNU6G-vC7vT0FQ/w689-h459/r%202024%20-%2001-29%20022%20HistoricHearths.jpg" width="689" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A 1750 Fireplace inside the Daggett House.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div>Before we get too much into the photos, I thought a short bit of fireplace history might be fun...and, really, quite interesting.</div><div>Yes, even fireplaces have a history!</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div><i>Humankind’s fascination with fire dates back to the earliest civilizations. Fire provided warmth, protection from predators, and a means for cooking food. The earliest fireplaces, known as fire pits, were simple depressions dug into the ground or carved into rock shelters. These first fire pits were rudimentary, but provided a controlled environment </i>(for the purposes mentioned)<i>.</i></div><div><i>Once fire was able to be somewhat controlled by humans, a far more complex social life took place. The idea of a home-base </i><i>was taking root for the first time</i><i>, around which a community could organize its life more cooperatively and efficiently than when permanently on the move (nomadic). </i></div><div><i>Enter the river rocks and basic masonry era, where craftsmanship met elemental resources. The construction of early hearths reflected the availability of materials and the level of technological advancement in each region. Common materials included: </i></div><div><i>River rock</i></div><div><i>Clay</i></div><div><i>Basic masonry </i></div><div><i>As humans developed masonry techniques, they began to construct hearths using stone, slabs, or bricks.</i></div><div><i>In these early stages, simplicity wasn’t a stylistic choice but a necessity. The designs were born out of the need for efficient heating, cooking, and safety. </i></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_SKsxlYKkrFXMqPVaaoR92d8xByJ06b67Cpnfzn8ad0QS9CZllP1XLe1HnxyG64QUgp98UkiMn_D9iogaZDshtiTCsCkmz0L8RzWKG9PCT-fNZsJfqBzM3ajzr0bYpKoNEkmKZPzVSowezRF2PAK6luLuomF2fVjSS-89wreVTbbjc4fAgLYbP2gPfg/s400/r%202024%20-%2001-29%20025%20HistoricHearths.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="267" data-original-width="400" height="268" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_SKsxlYKkrFXMqPVaaoR92d8xByJ06b67Cpnfzn8ad0QS9CZllP1XLe1HnxyG64QUgp98UkiMn_D9iogaZDshtiTCsCkmz0L8RzWKG9PCT-fNZsJfqBzM3ajzr0bYpKoNEkmKZPzVSowezRF2PAK6luLuomF2fVjSS-89wreVTbbjc4fAgLYbP2gPfg/w400-h268/r%202024%20-%2001-29%20025%20HistoricHearths.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A Medieval fireplace - I do not know the year built</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><i>It was in the medieval period that the open hearth fireplace became more common. Those living in the early Middle Ages saw the fireplace grow in leaps and bounds, with the key change being its location in the household migrating from the center of the dwelling to the exterior walls to prevent the hall or room filling with smoke. Also, as two-floor buildings became more popular, homeowners moved their fireplaces to the outside wall which led to the invention of the chimney to direct smoke outside. The earliest existing chimney can be found at Conisbrough Castle, in South Yorkshire, England, which dates back to around 1185. The addition of the chimney was a significant advancement, improving indoor air quality and allowing for larger, more efficient fires, and is one of modern civilization’s greatest developments for the fireplace.</i></div><div><i>The fireplace was a necessity in early America. As the hub of the house, a burning hearth provided heat, housed multiple fires for cooking and baking, and served as the nucleus of family gatherings.</i></div><div><i>In New England and the Mid-Atlantic, colonial homes had central chimneys with multiple flues so that fires could be lit in two or more rooms on each floor. The central mass of stone or brick also tended to retain heat, keeping the house warmer overall. </i></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx8ftvf9kGM2Uv9vIt-38u8Y9nP425K08HU_p7AloCXR-4QIfGWzgwNNtcU_tpS5N8Fpell3dbDDdA3gr3XUTlXIxaybFWvV0P030WiADdGhkkfRNBS4BUxGKrYL23GUgfKxj9esjgZ4JzHLxEygH8lggYun6rxZ8qEB4LrEpJoVUaGoCwRPHA76krJg/s1106/r%202024%20-%2001-29%20031%20HistoricHearths.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="829" data-original-width="1106" height="331" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx8ftvf9kGM2Uv9vIt-38u8Y9nP425K08HU_p7AloCXR-4QIfGWzgwNNtcU_tpS5N8Fpell3dbDDdA3gr3XUTlXIxaybFWvV0P030WiADdGhkkfRNBS4BUxGKrYL23GUgfKxj9esjgZ4JzHLxEygH8lggYun6rxZ8qEB4LrEpJoVUaGoCwRPHA76krJg/w441-h331/r%202024%20-%2001-29%20031%20HistoricHearths.jpg" width="441" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The Daggett House - a lean-to (or salt-box) style home</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>The Daggett Home, a lean-to style house built in Connecticut in the mid-18th century, is a great example of this, for it has this central (or center) chimney mentioned above. The massive framework common of these lean-to's (often referred to today as a "saltbox house") is built around one vast, central chimney which provided fireplaces for most of the rooms in the house. In colonial New England, having the chimney to the center of the house and including multiple flues meant that fires could be lit in two or more rooms. These central fires would effectively heat the home's center mass, thereby keeping the building warm for longer periods of time especially during cold winter months. In the Daggett House this includes the main floor (below stairs) and the 2nd floor (above stairs); the main floor has a central fireplace in the great hall, the kitchen, and the parlor.</div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkYFFyQQSON9Tv28yHtmkhtVr6QmnB9g74wkblo-HvO0Q8P9q9_64Gpmz_HLhyxNA4-p6MPkDZjWWcNlg9ztBb2JhkbwLkQfZQwBMg7FMda4xgc4_PBVYz1O7EIb4EjmkaULC-n2qwH1q2J4DxUhZUsGAmSgBdYH5XmuZZMwfoBiOlK74q5PNwp9UJew/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-29%20005%20HistoricHearths.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="459" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkYFFyQQSON9Tv28yHtmkhtVr6QmnB9g74wkblo-HvO0Q8P9q9_64Gpmz_HLhyxNA4-p6MPkDZjWWcNlg9ztBb2JhkbwLkQfZQwBMg7FMda4xgc4_PBVYz1O7EIb4EjmkaULC-n2qwH1q2J4DxUhZUsGAmSgBdYH5XmuZZMwfoBiOlK74q5PNwp9UJew/w690-h459/r%202024%20-%2001-29%20005%20HistoricHearths.jpg" width="690" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Great Hall - Daggett House<br />It was so relaxing to gaze at the hearth in the Daggett great hall (the room which would be considered the living room today). </span><span style="font-size: medium;">The halls of late 17th, 18th, and 19th-century country houses usually functioned almost entirely as impressive entrance points<br />to the house, and for large scale entertaining, perhaps for holidays or a party.</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZQQ83xGuEuhXL8vxPiKKvheY3PKW1mUU_3_ImDYv6ihhsNpZQfAPF6juu_bYoWGNb5tQBwsMaLD7sPYw2GKjf2569UqP0CqmHU0ZSN3mstKFQl_vTmKqKKnjCuuhiQB3-g22T98SHDdu51ZesgfYRST1MVpYQYm02Mcw9KNqkoqz3XRONFseIVB14Pw/s1382/r%202024%20-%2001-29%20027%20HistoricHearths.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="778" data-original-width="1382" height="391" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZQQ83xGuEuhXL8vxPiKKvheY3PKW1mUU_3_ImDYv6ihhsNpZQfAPF6juu_bYoWGNb5tQBwsMaLD7sPYw2GKjf2569UqP0CqmHU0ZSN3mstKFQl_vTmKqKKnjCuuhiQB3-g22T98SHDdu51ZesgfYRST1MVpYQYm02Mcw9KNqkoqz3XRONFseIVB14Pw/w695-h391/r%202024%20-%2001-29%20027%20HistoricHearths.JPG" width="695" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-size: medium;">The Daggett kitchen hearth~</span><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMRwL5c3ozo8sk6dILXTmbIAYoGws50SpHdka4krKGVPWiT615Iciu_L7tQxHTqVxOKH1_DnswBK2I5TOoI-ieITf0yeSL1lzvY3l4R_1aI962dGEn6ZUS22WZXo0GTcXHjqmSqk3TFz2KZDf0bD89EkpyvN6oQuPrfgu4pLF9eOcQ7BhsRAru9rH_Aw/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-29%20006%20HistoricHearths.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="460" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMRwL5c3ozo8sk6dILXTmbIAYoGws50SpHdka4krKGVPWiT615Iciu_L7tQxHTqVxOKH1_DnswBK2I5TOoI-ieITf0yeSL1lzvY3l4R_1aI962dGEn6ZUS22WZXo0GTcXHjqmSqk3TFz2KZDf0bD89EkpyvN6oQuPrfgu4pLF9eOcQ7BhsRAru9rH_Aw/w691-h460/r%202024%20-%2001-29%20006%20HistoricHearths.jpg" width="691" /></a><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">Kitchen - Daggett House</span><br style="font-size: large;" /><span style="font-size: medium;">This fireplace in the Daggett kitchen is part of the same central chimney.</span><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><div>There is an interesting and touching story we hear on how Elizabeth (Lizzie) Melville, the wife of American novelist Herman Melville, wanted to modernize their old 1780s home to be more fashionable to their mid-19th century time. Her first goal was to get rid of the big central chimney, which had gone out of fashion long before. Husband Herman would have nothing to do with that notion. He loved the old chimney and actually wrote a short story about it called "I and My Chimney" (published in Putnam's Monthly Magazine in 1856). In the article he wrote: <i>"It need hardly be said, that the walls of my house are entirely free from fire-places. These all congregate in the middle—in the one grand central chimney, upon all four sides of which are hearths—two tiers of hearths—so that when, in the various chambers, my family and guests are warming themselves of a cold winter’s night, just before retiring, then, though at the time they may not be thinking so, all their faces mutually look towards each other, yea, all their feet point to one center; and when they go to sleep in their beds, they all sleep round one warm chimney."</i></div><div>Needless to say, the old central hearth remained.</div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsYPJUgrOPrqECXV9xh8zZqQTAphiuP0M5Wp6fu08XnWtMoNpDMtw5gSN4JrfdYFcaDpr8eB0RLQtcClNE5WSa0rgJRsEMQ9i92eS6SCWeYbCPRFz1zvR5AU4sETpyytwRh1XKIsg9B4Y4QKI1-CS5YX8Ii8O-TXz0YRcApaeXNlLuv_GmlEWkkjU8NQ/s1037/r%202024%20-%2001-29%20030%20HistoricHearths.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="778" data-original-width="1037" height="520" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsYPJUgrOPrqECXV9xh8zZqQTAphiuP0M5Wp6fu08XnWtMoNpDMtw5gSN4JrfdYFcaDpr8eB0RLQtcClNE5WSa0rgJRsEMQ9i92eS6SCWeYbCPRFz1zvR5AU4sETpyytwRh1XKIsg9B4Y4QKI1-CS5YX8Ii8O-TXz0YRcApaeXNlLuv_GmlEWkkjU8NQ/w693-h520/r%202024%20-%2001-29%20030%20HistoricHearths.JPG" width="693" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And this is the third hearth on the 1st floor, though I have never seen it used before. It is in the room to the left of the front door and was known as the formal parlor, the parlor, or simply "best room."<br />All three fireplaces are a part of the same central chimney.<br />But that's not all!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>On the 2nd floor of the Daggett Home there are two bed chamber fireplaces, and I’ve been told there is a smoke chamber in the attic. <i>(The smoke chamber is the part of the chimney system that is located just above the damper and connects the firebox to the flue. It's shaped like a reverse funnel and is designed to guide smoke from the fire up into the flue so that it can quickly and effectively exit the home. I have not ever seen the Daggett smoke chamber.)</i></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5PwhRXn2s77BJZ6pZWDwMlA1ydTjTbSq6XX-QYjdczhoQMVOcdwE6KvIQXtbIq_6AtLbqmX676QBbI8YFUSDPthlavztCyeYdGhkH6oYKQqZ80a43J7OzLnoyRq2nOA2DIsKMrjgBXZsn526Qogpg-FzDT1q7C_PmEIkIv10Ts0fmY82fF0eGkmOusg/s1037/r%202024%20-%2001-29%20029%20HistoricHearths.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="778" data-original-width="1037" height="516" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5PwhRXn2s77BJZ6pZWDwMlA1ydTjTbSq6XX-QYjdczhoQMVOcdwE6KvIQXtbIq_6AtLbqmX676QBbI8YFUSDPthlavztCyeYdGhkH6oYKQqZ80a43J7OzLnoyRq2nOA2DIsKMrjgBXZsn526Qogpg-FzDT1q7C_PmEIkIv10Ts0fmY82fF0eGkmOusg/w688-h516/r%202024%20-%2001-29%20029%20HistoricHearths.JPG" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">This is one bed chamber fireplace located on the 2nd floor of Daggett. </span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><i><br /></i></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf6dhKTXrpktqMweIV9-zT-c1NzU5HONEu3jp5-phjhyphenhyphenEZuc8VzfsgDl33ANOQG4yB_DGQ8Y7hy0jsXd7XXedK_5D2K0KDcdfe8yiMI3hGtwBzuVD7qxFC5Y1FdrEy7t_i8UGmyun6qQsKkMzXr93LIS5HQielZ-yaqUiqwd6noY-yg_vPhuqGpRMybg/s776/r%202024%20-%2001-29%20031%20HistoricHearths.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="776" data-original-width="716" height="694" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf6dhKTXrpktqMweIV9-zT-c1NzU5HONEu3jp5-phjhyphenhyphenEZuc8VzfsgDl33ANOQG4yB_DGQ8Y7hy0jsXd7XXedK_5D2K0KDcdfe8yiMI3hGtwBzuVD7qxFC5Y1FdrEy7t_i8UGmyun6qQsKkMzXr93LIS5HQielZ-yaqUiqwd6noY-yg_vPhuqGpRMybg/w639-h694/r%202024%20-%2001-29%20031%20HistoricHearths.JPG" width="639" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And here is the other 2nd floor bed chamber fireplace.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>I do not believe either of these 2nd floor/above stairs hearths have been lit since the house was brought to Greenfield Village. I mean, why would they light them, other than to know if they are still in good working order? Visitors are not able to go to the 2nd floor so, unless 2nd floor tours were allowed - and they won't be, due to numerous reasons, as I have been told, including only one escape route in case of a house fire - they will not be used.</div><div>But these hearths, should they ever be lit, would still use the same central chimney. Imagine, five fireplaces and one smoke chamber - - all centrally located! </div></div><div><br /></div></div></div><div style="text-align: left;">When I was young, we had two fireplaces in our house, one in our living room and the other in the basement, and my father would begin lighting fires right after Labor Day Weekend - as soon as cool fall weather hit - and continue all the way through the beginning of the warmer days of spring. Most of the fires would be lit inside the living room hearth (we spent most of our time there rather than the basement). To me, it wasn't fall until dad had that first fire of the season and mom would light the candles. All electric lights would be off. On a few occasions the TV might be on, but we all found ourselves watching the fire more than the TV until finally mom (or dad) would shut it off, then the only light would come from our hearth and the candles. I remember my dad telling me how he heard that President Lincoln used to read by fire light, so I would try to do the same. Often, I would sleep out in front of the hearth, the glow becoming a sort of night light. </div><div style="text-align: left;">As a friend commented: "That explains a lot!"</div><div style="text-align: left;">I also remember asking my dad if mom could cook over the open fire, and he said no. I really wanted that but, well, he was dad and what he said was law.</div><div style="text-align: left;">The look my mom gave me also told me she had no such interest (lol).</div><div style="text-align: left;">Clear remembrances...</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZaz83Zt0_s0EP93V5w0cuJHjNlH-ZTdZ2erUeqfcBxx0I6M0DJ9XgNpMfSVbWbkyoax4AMzwn8RC-3EMbcjb4nxSH7iu8g_02t7w7i8cJtAcRBbKlZ6RvgKznanxRCg9nbDlZFbm00G2xkex6-8BDyibiIegOA5B-sKFlTEK3vBisbwVFwe6KcdtIXQ/s1053/r%202024%20-%2001-29%20032%20HistoricHearths.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1053" data-original-width="843" height="673" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZaz83Zt0_s0EP93V5w0cuJHjNlH-ZTdZ2erUeqfcBxx0I6M0DJ9XgNpMfSVbWbkyoax4AMzwn8RC-3EMbcjb4nxSH7iu8g_02t7w7i8cJtAcRBbKlZ6RvgKznanxRCg9nbDlZFbm00G2xkex6-8BDyibiIegOA5B-sKFlTEK3vBisbwVFwe6KcdtIXQ/w538-h673/r%202024%20-%2001-29%20032%20HistoricHearths.jpg" width="538" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">This is my father and mother taken in the early 1970s standing in <br />front of the living room fireplace I just mentioned. Sadly, there are no <br />photos to be found of only the fireplace. That's okay - I miss my <br />mom & dad so I suppose it all works out (thanks to my sis for finding <br />this great image - such memories!)~</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;">These are some of my most cherished memories, so to this very day, seeing fireplaces, no matter the location, is always a draw for me...almost like having my long-passed parents near.</div><div style="text-align: left;">AND I also have plenty of historic hearth pictures from historic locations, mostly taken at Greenfield Village in the late fall or on those cold December evenings during their Holiday Nights event. And a few from our Waterloo Cabin excursions as well during our 18th century cabin days - - the Waterloo Cabin is almost like a second home to me, to be honest.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7kYApoZMw7hjkr0oFewC06YH0Xb2CR18W28DtFovGEXuV6ag3D6b1GzfrfvvsVGXtREaVQlbnxf57ZDAlA-3IoZA3ydzdy6QpRRG74R_Zp2jd4z2bGNayN0Q1i9iGKVCUE_P0A7QzjHuoNwTl8LLey_7xJT0k9zeO2XtVUfWz3ghx7Ovv3OAU6HBvfw/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-29%20014%20HistoricHearths.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7kYApoZMw7hjkr0oFewC06YH0Xb2CR18W28DtFovGEXuV6ag3D6b1GzfrfvvsVGXtREaVQlbnxf57ZDAlA-3IoZA3ydzdy6QpRRG74R_Zp2jd4z2bGNayN0Q1i9iGKVCUE_P0A7QzjHuoNwTl8LLey_7xJT0k9zeO2XtVUfWz3ghx7Ovv3OAU6HBvfw/w688-h458/r%202024%20-%2001-29%20014%20HistoricHearths.jpg" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Waterloo Cabin~<br />The wrought iron two-candle chandelier hangs from a ceiling beam while a nice fire can be seen in the hearth. The four of us here in this picture - myself, Jackie, Larissa, and Charlotte - had just spent a long autumn day immersed in the 18th century dipping candles and making dinner, so we enjoyed a moment's peace relaxation in a non-electric world. </span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAmLOgmtNEjrqkJ27zW16dtnkA0P_rO4DRzUTIVJbvc0JIhdnWzYpjJsiK3EhNhT8C3oK7brnp_E46w9iw510HawQwoJB634WwZJfR-i8Lv04qR-W-1eFxEW0PUFzEO6l1YFM3NNbBjNpAJsiAiuMdvqzQ4pQxYYNTMyhq2xRfqf9MYpEiKSNc0s_-JA/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-29%20001%20HistoricHearths.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="color: black;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="461" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAmLOgmtNEjrqkJ27zW16dtnkA0P_rO4DRzUTIVJbvc0JIhdnWzYpjJsiK3EhNhT8C3oK7brnp_E46w9iw510HawQwoJB634WwZJfR-i8Lv04qR-W-1eFxEW0PUFzEO6l1YFM3NNbBjNpAJsiAiuMdvqzQ4pQxYYNTMyhq2xRfqf9MYpEiKSNc0s_-JA/w692-h461/r%202024%20-%2001-29%20001%20HistoricHearths.jpg" width="692" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-size: medium;">Great Hall of the Daggett House~</span><br /><span style="font-size: medium;">Though the home and hearth were built around 1750, there is still an air of </span></span><span style="font-size: medium;">the Renaissance period, generally described as taking place from the 14th century (1300s) to the 17th century (1600s), <span style="text-align: left;"> which followed the Middle Ages (from about 500 AD to 1500 AD). To me, this has the look of the later Middle Ages/Medieval period into the early Renaissance.</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table>And why wouldn't it? We need to remember that change, which is at a lightning pace in our modern world, went at a snail's pace centuries ago. If you research world history, you'll find inventions generally did not get around very fast. As a great example, the first wheels were not used for transportation. Evidence indicates they were created to serve as potter's wheels around 3500 to 4,000 B.C. in Mesopotamia (in Lower Mesopotamia - now modern-day Iraq), where the Sumerian people inserted rotating axles into solid discs of wood for them to spin in helping to make bowls and drinking vessels out of clay. It then took about 300 years more before someone figured out to use these spinning pottery tools<b>/</b>wheels for mobility on chariots. Three hundred years!<div>Since time and news and change moved much slower in those B.C. and early A.D. periods, naturally some forms of architecture - the fireplace, for example - did not change quickly either and often had a look and feel of earlier times.<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3jEZ7duhiV6u2eyA7Z2OTy7XHAwMshOjEMomOtL0XMbyq6rG_2U3LErNtcKEEDumbGMs6Z33o9xYcIZRw9z8N97lynVWZeXx5Nf_TobDTKS0k0KYjhM9PGiJMCRVzW8BkA2t_PkjkBvqb7rbJVwhciA3Wzr8vpQqZ7bxpbvFp-dRogXI27tIY0k6dRw/s1015/r%202024%20-%2001-29%20011%20HistoricHearths.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="747" data-original-width="1015" height="506" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3jEZ7duhiV6u2eyA7Z2OTy7XHAwMshOjEMomOtL0XMbyq6rG_2U3LErNtcKEEDumbGMs6Z33o9xYcIZRw9z8N97lynVWZeXx5Nf_TobDTKS0k0KYjhM9PGiJMCRVzW8BkA2t_PkjkBvqb7rbJVwhciA3Wzr8vpQqZ7bxpbvFp-dRogXI27tIY0k6dRw/w686-h506/r%202024%20-%2001-29%20011%20HistoricHearths.jpg" width="686" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Daggett House Great Hall<br />This was a daytime photo - a dingy gray day, in fact.</span></td></tr></tbody></table>As visitors to Greenfield Village, the only time of year when one can enjoy a nighttime atmosphere inside the Daggett home is during the month of December. In fact, it's the only time of year the homes are open past dark, though one must purchase Holiday Nights tickets to visit. </div><div>It's a different world at night there - - - - - - <br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6BoQOuKCXH4RzqWLL5sJYzjM9JSX080r2YhvAXamyCEiCcVAHzWHlC3FqW98UI3I0CprgTUTgDcAyPQ9gL33dN95UmHw3u6mcgXHXWkI_sXRhLmpdFwt9qzGehLM8dNdve0Uazbju9si-JR_ljfVcPXNqeQllkM9dJOjgN0tuYjE0UcdbRuehvkpbLA/s960/r%202024%20-%2001-29%20002%20HistoricHearths.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="905" height="725" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6BoQOuKCXH4RzqWLL5sJYzjM9JSX080r2YhvAXamyCEiCcVAHzWHlC3FqW98UI3I0CprgTUTgDcAyPQ9gL33dN95UmHw3u6mcgXHXWkI_sXRhLmpdFwt9qzGehLM8dNdve0Uazbju9si-JR_ljfVcPXNqeQllkM9dJOjgN0tuYjE0UcdbRuehvkpbLA/w684-h725/r%202024%20-%2001-29%20002%20HistoricHearths.jpg" width="684" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Great Hall Daggett House is so different at nighttime.<br />The extra candle light glowing on the right may or mayn't have happened during <br />the Daggett's time. The hearth may have been the only light at night.</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div><i><br /></i><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVHgbAh1uh1CIdFIwWFF7ZF2MybI9nSqYXBH8BhZ-O1t3eSF9oay9v1g-BF16Isi3pt3BpQ8rkAxT5gGvh2JYEI8EFJvJ94umylRjwLTYMRNTB1w2tJr6x-rTZpvCM7YcrhWMRHIR8tdkFgEBNlDonRl0nDoL4aQSE3vvwn8EcJWwpE57fvTiKRuWG2A/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-29%20003%20HistoricHearths.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVHgbAh1uh1CIdFIwWFF7ZF2MybI9nSqYXBH8BhZ-O1t3eSF9oay9v1g-BF16Isi3pt3BpQ8rkAxT5gGvh2JYEI8EFJvJ94umylRjwLTYMRNTB1w2tJr6x-rTZpvCM7YcrhWMRHIR8tdkFgEBNlDonRl0nDoL4aQSE3vvwn8EcJWwpE57fvTiKRuWG2A/w688-h458/r%202024%20-%2001-29%20003%20HistoricHearths.jpg" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Great Hall Daggett House - - <br />If you look close, you can see a presenter looking out the window on the left.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>Perhaps if I ever do add a fireplace to my fireplace-less home, I would add one like the one in the Daggett great hall. Wouldn't that be awesome?<br />Only time will tell...</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYhA4UrIBxKdumVaFZbq8hyffTpqHSaBErV5oHWV8mSuNP5FTTv59Mja3PRMYrdG4O4LqHMXRlXOongGD_C5ZumHKrzxc-EWKWCNKVOvkWbbz02XOvJhUxdC_d8OMZ5pQNEbthYC-ELJawr9szYhovtIL3JJFWp2pV6qfNPaVv3Pq-FO1lkvERkH5_kg/s1600/r%202024%20-%2001-29%20004%20HistoricHearths.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="919" data-original-width="1600" height="396" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYhA4UrIBxKdumVaFZbq8hyffTpqHSaBErV5oHWV8mSuNP5FTTv59Mja3PRMYrdG4O4LqHMXRlXOongGD_C5ZumHKrzxc-EWKWCNKVOvkWbbz02XOvJhUxdC_d8OMZ5pQNEbthYC-ELJawr9szYhovtIL3JJFWp2pV6qfNPaVv3Pq-FO1lkvERkH5_kg/w689-h396/r%202024%20-%2001-29%20004%20HistoricHearths.jpg" width="689" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Great Hall Daggett House<br />This was a bitter cold night with temperatures in the single digits.<br />And look at how I am dressed!<br />Yes, aside from my feet, I remained toasty. My feet warmed up at the hearth.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br />Now we'll head over to the more urban city house once belonging to John Giddings, shipping merchant. This house was built roughly the same time-period as the Daggett House. However, the fireplaces tend to have a little more modern look in the more well-to-do homes, as far as 18th century is concerned, and it is easy to see this when compared to the rural Daggetts'.</div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC-zA6mhG09qzwtpB2hQQFHImxoz5XH5FJn_UeVJMLZumvQtNVG2YuOJS-eAIRWf55463KAZbq0-o9bTBHhCU8FcB11a3fwvABHnIOqIjXZbnjS50lJfjHSbVHHK29wq2VQAFifIP6sAOhCTLQGyrDel67Vh2K5vwYeJMrD7n-GMgRyRRZ3ixyt3wojA/s1600/r%202024%20-%2001-29%20007%20HistoricHearths.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="color: black;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1066" data-original-width="1600" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC-zA6mhG09qzwtpB2hQQFHImxoz5XH5FJn_UeVJMLZumvQtNVG2YuOJS-eAIRWf55463KAZbq0-o9bTBHhCU8FcB11a3fwvABHnIOqIjXZbnjS50lJfjHSbVHHK29wq2VQAFifIP6sAOhCTLQGyrDel67Vh2K5vwYeJMrD7n-GMgRyRRZ3ixyt3wojA/w689-h458/r%202024%20-%2001-29%20007%20HistoricHearths.jpg" width="689" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Giddings House everyday parlor / sitting room</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM3egJoZa8YppmnHn8qHAEz20IfSB_yDNvLNfTAFaX8qAV-3cLfAxpg75hh_z72AmBU58-aPrgnKrxJKTaDM2sSlpWgctC8-JpwADgnNfmoH30sx6_S1LaCdNnCFT3jT3fkEamniWOlAGynIazOd7I-1qYqc6J0EGPNcJSHVlTD463h2KgxcBv3uFcDw/s654/r%202024%20-%2001-29%20010%20HistoricHearths.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="654" data-original-width="596" height="680" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM3egJoZa8YppmnHn8qHAEz20IfSB_yDNvLNfTAFaX8qAV-3cLfAxpg75hh_z72AmBU58-aPrgnKrxJKTaDM2sSlpWgctC8-JpwADgnNfmoH30sx6_S1LaCdNnCFT3jT3fkEamniWOlAGynIazOd7I-1qYqc6J0EGPNcJSHVlTD463h2KgxcBv3uFcDw/w620-h680/r%202024%20-%2001-29%20010%20HistoricHearths.jpg" width="620" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: left;">Giddings House everyday parlor / sitting room<br />This photo was taken back when Giddings was opened during daytime hours.<br />I did not place the wood inside the fire, by the way. I just held it as a pose<br />for the photographer.</span></td></tr></tbody></table>Like the other houses inside Greenfield Village, it is only during December's Holiday Nights event that one can experience the nighttime atmosphere of the old homes.<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVcKwjvaVURXQGFSAda-LfDNsU_CvXuE-7BKhoXUHiv650FQa-siJRELbIt-mmZGXPZ6dCiOskTAKM0dnYmgZoA6ovSIPCYYKtGgVk3GT_0Qt1LY4NYMHYBNjNZaSKaWDN8AB5eVUHkbZvaBvMRlp5wycwPa9Grgr9CnWU0XGcYPtz5MFxc8vxm7E-9g/s933/r%202024%20-%2001-29%20008%20HistoricHearths.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="933" height="515" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVcKwjvaVURXQGFSAda-LfDNsU_CvXuE-7BKhoXUHiv650FQa-siJRELbIt-mmZGXPZ6dCiOskTAKM0dnYmgZoA6ovSIPCYYKtGgVk3GT_0Qt1LY4NYMHYBNjNZaSKaWDN8AB5eVUHkbZvaBvMRlp5wycwPa9Grgr9CnWU0XGcYPtz5MFxc8vxm7E-9g/w686-h515/r%202024%20-%2001-29%20008%20HistoricHearths.jpg" width="686" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: left;">Giddings House everyday parlor / sitting room</span></td></tr></tbody></table>I very much appreciate my friend, and former Village presenter, Jordan, for taking such wonderful pictures with me.<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg28e3zxUAH45X3zJy0C5wjvYHsF4qU4XvDM4FkjPK_RHwDgyYx-o4eMcoXTt144ZgEbK_CECUXxbosE9xuemcogN9EFi14tsgkYoqi5o7btAGe2RMcDbflqce1SjLR-h7lWkg-XGJlaTRjdPguH_q_y3y5l0AhcYTP6CM0DvHQfb4npIhiQWVVECTSQQ/s864/r%202024%20-%2001-29%20009%20HistoricHearths.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="864" data-original-width="648" height="775" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg28e3zxUAH45X3zJy0C5wjvYHsF4qU4XvDM4FkjPK_RHwDgyYx-o4eMcoXTt144ZgEbK_CECUXxbosE9xuemcogN9EFi14tsgkYoqi5o7btAGe2RMcDbflqce1SjLR-h7lWkg-XGJlaTRjdPguH_q_y3y5l0AhcYTP6CM0DvHQfb4npIhiQWVVECTSQQ/w582-h775/r%202024%20-%2001-29%20009%20HistoricHearths.jpg" width="582" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: left;">Giddings House everyday parlor / sitting room - Jordan & I~<br />This is one of my most favorite photos of all time.<br />I believe my wife snapped it.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq5jp6TCTxKsRoI2tbe_g637TN6YRptWDBA3F-0YunUCUeUWT4xd1ZP4SeJ0sgneu2mSvXyeMTtc1Y86yx7IZqEtqYy-DySp-4jHNoftMoObV1Vv6epBz9cWYC5wX3CCpG1q648Qtpfmy1bFfV_3ljU-4r8-W7XNXfh9qPzoGOcLvgrapYhG3GY-2zyQ/s685/r%202024%20-%2001-29%20015%20HistoricHearths.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="567" data-original-width="685" height="571" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq5jp6TCTxKsRoI2tbe_g637TN6YRptWDBA3F-0YunUCUeUWT4xd1ZP4SeJ0sgneu2mSvXyeMTtc1Y86yx7IZqEtqYy-DySp-4jHNoftMoObV1Vv6epBz9cWYC5wX3CCpG1q648Qtpfmy1bFfV_3ljU-4r8-W7XNXfh9qPzoGOcLvgrapYhG3GY-2zyQ/w690-h571/r%202024%20-%2001-29%20015%20HistoricHearths.jpg" width="690" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: left;">Giddings House everyday parlor / sitting room.<br />To have three candles lit in the same room as the hearth - they must be rich!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLIoMKyAaT1_MBgXdjtnyxlorzLoHuTH6WtzKGMqfWxHdNf1syqbrxKid_7Sy4y_5dlVZvaN45U5wo6l8wMpPOAWAIqvVkDpp6NQOetl_3qo_7erP1GZP6ZhOGMv2M_s45O2riLF0aDYoWxWl4J4R_286bD6iOhJR0EUZyle4SP7sTs8rJLX-cSEMarQ/s840/r%202024%20-%2001-29%20016%20HistoricHearths.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="894" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLIoMKyAaT1_MBgXdjtnyxlorzLoHuTH6WtzKGMqfWxHdNf1syqbrxKid_7Sy4y_5dlVZvaN45U5wo6l8wMpPOAWAIqvVkDpp6NQOetl_3qo_7erP1GZP6ZhOGMv2M_s45O2riLF0aDYoWxWl4J4R_286bD6iOhJR0EUZyle4SP7sTs8rJLX-cSEMarQ/w596-h894/r%202024%20-%2001-29%20016%20HistoricHearths.jpg" width="596" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Giddings House everyday parlor / sitting room.<br />I captured this "moment in time" of presenter Melissa in 2023.<br />I love how the darkness, even with a fire in the hearth, can plainly be seen.<br />Oftentimes my camera will gather all the light and make the room look much <br />brighter than it actually was. So many of the photos here, to me, are gems.</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5U7Rt3GgI1nJlCoCb_gaFneKVFHHdJw-571x2c9A2cQ3SyWJHY6dbdKwcy-CRG4iXRREYvyBnFmBW5kUiPsSy83ogWYWckunUs6VHfJAJcTa35k4siiu8XAuZ0gfBvUWc6WOhQlhqBlS7BO3hDr8T8vFotNv669zBmsdXLcYxoNxdXmmg8jcGBImIvg/s1382/r%202024%20-%2001-29%20028%20HistoricHearths.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="778" data-original-width="1382" height="392" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5U7Rt3GgI1nJlCoCb_gaFneKVFHHdJw-571x2c9A2cQ3SyWJHY6dbdKwcy-CRG4iXRREYvyBnFmBW5kUiPsSy83ogWYWckunUs6VHfJAJcTa35k4siiu8XAuZ0gfBvUWc6WOhQlhqBlS7BO3hDr8T8vFotNv669zBmsdXLcYxoNxdXmmg8jcGBImIvg/w697-h392/r%202024%20-%2001-29%20028%20HistoricHearths.JPG" width="697" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The Giddings kitchen hearth~</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Let's head over to the McGuffey Cabin hearth, where the duel purpose of warmth <i>and</i> food keeps the fire blazing.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvQQV5yW3rSk2wNouWlxBil9Tq4tAbBmotF03f1KShueQXnJ7aFzLVCey8lvfIVn-iHZceFZf6E6UVGQvySA9SbxDevedIg1IbXzu8mWdNWyeYtA1lN8RKaf3t-64j6FIZ9cIZ9-xhP3Ii76dXrF1jP98Qzf-cUexBhAYUeKSYooyj6DLimEtt-h_3-A/s909/r%202024%20-%2001-29%20021%20HistoricHearths.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="909" data-original-width="682" height="804" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvQQV5yW3rSk2wNouWlxBil9Tq4tAbBmotF03f1KShueQXnJ7aFzLVCey8lvfIVn-iHZceFZf6E6UVGQvySA9SbxDevedIg1IbXzu8mWdNWyeYtA1lN8RKaf3t-64j6FIZ9cIZ9-xhP3Ii76dXrF1jP98Qzf-cUexBhAYUeKSYooyj6DLimEtt-h_3-A/w603-h804/r%202024%20-%2001-29%20021%20HistoricHearths.jpg" width="603" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Cabins were generally smaller than a typical clapboard home, <br />with one room and probably a sleeping loft for the second floor. <br />And if the fireplace is built correctly, it may heat a larger portion of the room. <br />But nowhere near what we hear in the myths: <i>“A forest of logs, <br />heaped up and burning in the great chimney, could not warm the other <br />side of the (room). Aunt Lois, standing with her back so near the blaze as to be uncomfortably warm, found her dish towel freezing in her hand.”</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh4UFCVFM3qBYbm7SI7LjkPcrMzctkiegsn0Jx7W5lEE2rg_9O9FkCoI4fqR1YaVPzhilDYV2fjlb3d1RncC8ilnO7nJaokntXM2zdQTQfMhIHc-NlzgYoW0C5tLY1RUTYNDubrnT_0rVcxRRuZqIofMyGDacTE_uL6RGp13YiV-MT_qQgjcD8JPVlCg/s864/r%202024%20-%2001-29%20023%20HistoricHearths.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="648" data-original-width="864" height="519" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh4UFCVFM3qBYbm7SI7LjkPcrMzctkiegsn0Jx7W5lEE2rg_9O9FkCoI4fqR1YaVPzhilDYV2fjlb3d1RncC8ilnO7nJaokntXM2zdQTQfMhIHc-NlzgYoW0C5tLY1RUTYNDubrnT_0rVcxRRuZqIofMyGDacTE_uL6RGp13YiV-MT_qQgjcD8JPVlCg/w691-h519/r%202024%20-%2001-29%20023%20HistoricHearths.JPG" width="691" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Cooking may have been a monotonous job for women, but I am certain they didn't mind it nearly as much during the winter months of January, February, and even March.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj85ek8zDkppCI0CnWA1rjV7gENONzW3J4odXYgerxmcMKfBt87tGeCnm6TcbsBnisrs7dpxOjGkWsFK244NTCrTLBIiig6IToIvaRr8YE4ZtdrS2Tc8dWClBk3gseMiKyH2TrOWgPcFxx7fbnXen8Ir77TDC0XZQufHzAKOjV7gZcNoSV3NdwIxrkXgg/s1037/r%202024%20-%2001-29%20017%20HistoricHearths.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="778" data-original-width="1037" height="518" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj85ek8zDkppCI0CnWA1rjV7gENONzW3J4odXYgerxmcMKfBt87tGeCnm6TcbsBnisrs7dpxOjGkWsFK244NTCrTLBIiig6IToIvaRr8YE4ZtdrS2Tc8dWClBk3gseMiKyH2TrOWgPcFxx7fbnXen8Ir77TDC0XZQufHzAKOjV7gZcNoSV3NdwIxrkXgg/w690-h518/r%202024%20-%2001-29%20017%20HistoricHearths.jpg" width="690" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">At the tiny McGuffey Cabin a fire in the hearth is plenty to light the room, and to keep it warm. However, they also decided to enjoy a bit of candle light as well.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Here is the 18th century Plympton House:<br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrrhlAGaGlaS96lSu_f9qUKhqNrY01f-3HMMi4M9j5uby1zqhKx76eX5LBbs_iRxmmXzmjBRjEABr-SGlPlAcSqTBhU-LX19p0vIjkAROGv1Tk8joByXB8Hc0b06hjCrIcyXajcy6_JJckEEEOVxdqxCuF_5ov9thTfBkTZLHAUrPtvtNOE81V0a1MqQ/s909/r%202024%20-%2001-29%20033%20HistoricHearths.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="682" data-original-width="909" height="515" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrrhlAGaGlaS96lSu_f9qUKhqNrY01f-3HMMi4M9j5uby1zqhKx76eX5LBbs_iRxmmXzmjBRjEABr-SGlPlAcSqTBhU-LX19p0vIjkAROGv1Tk8joByXB8Hc0b06hjCrIcyXajcy6_JJckEEEOVxdqxCuF_5ov9thTfBkTZLHAUrPtvtNOE81V0a1MqQ/w688-h515/r%202024%20-%2001-29%20033%20HistoricHearths.jpg" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The fireplace here was built in 1640 and survived a fire about 60 years after - they rebuilt this house around the original fireplace.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">And here is another cabin...Waterloo Cabin...</div><div style="text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIYiw5ryncaTZAkOL4nECXgxhv-cVObMo3ykY0CvtUGf-gEQGAyzU4YTIWFCyvNfgQv91vBaQkqWUU24l78cm61tXlJRXVszBvlah6eYwtdo2L5BLJjKdwGVP9e4LLshcB1bCkTLQrfiCv48ha0vRYC3BhSNNU9ws02r5V4vDVYsKJUdP_ZuE22tHUYA/s1058/r%202024%20-%2001-29%20013%20HistoricHearths.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="890" data-original-width="1058" height="579" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIYiw5ryncaTZAkOL4nECXgxhv-cVObMo3ykY0CvtUGf-gEQGAyzU4YTIWFCyvNfgQv91vBaQkqWUU24l78cm61tXlJRXVszBvlah6eYwtdo2L5BLJjKdwGVP9e4LLshcB1bCkTLQrfiCv48ha0vRYC3BhSNNU9ws02r5V4vDVYsKJUdP_ZuE22tHUYA/w689-h579/r%202024%20-%2001-29%20013%20HistoricHearths.jpg" width="689" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Waterloo Cabin<br />The three of us, and sometimes one or two more, spend a day in January or February "experiencing our research" at the frontier cabin.<br />Yes, we've learned a lot by coming out on cold winter days, most often with teen temps and a snow-covered ground. This gives us a (very) basic understanding of what our forefathers and foremothers lived through. But we only are there for one day!</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBpvIxRBhZ5Yqw8sZo2gc98kIP4bUvZpSIWB6JJolHX7tT_6k2oAfV94qeRcmNNlIuC0AyGHMXBDZ7p15EEP-WZ3yQHZF95oEA8KvkJq1-Ru5Pg9O4oRghNCmRpLbOpf344S32-BNMkWBpvrrHEgKjfWE33JdbKqmk1zM3VN7QKl4ovyYQpK3Tag60Ww/s806/r%202024%20-%2001-29%20012%20HistoricHearths.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="806" data-original-width="605" height="799" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBpvIxRBhZ5Yqw8sZo2gc98kIP4bUvZpSIWB6JJolHX7tT_6k2oAfV94qeRcmNNlIuC0AyGHMXBDZ7p15EEP-WZ3yQHZF95oEA8KvkJq1-Ru5Pg9O4oRghNCmRpLbOpf344S32-BNMkWBpvrrHEgKjfWE33JdbKqmk1zM3VN7QKl4ovyYQpK3Tag60Ww/w600-h799/r%202024%20-%2001-29%20012%20HistoricHearths.jpg" width="600" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Waterloo Cabin<br />On this bitter cold January day, we found the perfect way to keep <br />our feet warm inside 18th century footwear!<br />We learned that a fire in the hearth doesn't necessarily warm the entire cabin. </span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinkai1QaTZjDlETKh5w374H0mhvzHsBAnbelVV4o317W5vurclWv_RPAuHfs76ofP-ZG3vq-vP1sVVU1DJ9VF8pe09kVnDGPbf2QexeLk73NrejZEKx9PZ_DCX15R6dNp2JwDN5AgemEgtG5qj4MipBfLFHuAlO5cgYfkLsMFKWXK0oOLKoI0BxwDDLg/s998/r%202024%20-%2001-29%20024%20HistoricHearths.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="867" data-original-width="998" height="597" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinkai1QaTZjDlETKh5w374H0mhvzHsBAnbelVV4o317W5vurclWv_RPAuHfs76ofP-ZG3vq-vP1sVVU1DJ9VF8pe09kVnDGPbf2QexeLk73NrejZEKx9PZ_DCX15R6dNp2JwDN5AgemEgtG5qj4MipBfLFHuAlO5cgYfkLsMFKWXK0oOLKoI0BxwDDLg/w687-h597/r%202024%20-%2001-29%20024%20HistoricHearths.jpg" width="687" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Keeping warm at the winter cabin excursion.<br />This is a great way to experience our research.<br />I was probably reading the latest jokes - 18th century jokes - which, <br />even as old as they are, can still be very funny.<br />Yep---entertainment of the 1770s.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">So now we'll jump into the future to a 19th century farmhouse.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><div><div><div>Another fireplace invention - - mantels.</div><div><i>True mantels were rare before the 1800s. The very earliest American hearths were flush with the wall. In English colonial homes, fireplaces typically were surrounded by simple, floor-to-ceiling paneling, usually plain vertical or bead-edged planks. Full-relief fireplaces with mantels and surrounds finally emerged after the Revolutionary War.</i></div></div><div><i>Fireplaces served as the heart of the home, a gathering place for families and communities to share stories, celebrate milestones, and forge bonds.</i></div></div><div><div>The information provided above on the fireplace history that I have included in this post all came from multiple sources, listed and linked at the bottom. I copied and pasted it word-for-word from the various sites, sometimes intermingling them, so I am not claiming to have written the <i>italicized </i>words herein, lest any feel I am plagiarizing anything-------</div><div>I am not. I am giving credit.</div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWmSiRhADQ0LlCIBUEqMllXo-jhWg5PlRgxYmY9AbLLXYKHD3rDQdZjehPeJrrtRDS_cqEOXWWtR4cGSlt5PNZ91U9-CSRWgQdm4JLSMQ-RegvvtbgWyAohPZ2oo-CB-uZsldTUSfznNzYC4_Scw-iUK-jsSlztRqgOGOw4ch6tec1rEqytue7eaAnrA/s1136/r%202024%20-%2001-29%20018%20HistoricHearths.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="852" data-original-width="1136" height="517" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWmSiRhADQ0LlCIBUEqMllXo-jhWg5PlRgxYmY9AbLLXYKHD3rDQdZjehPeJrrtRDS_cqEOXWWtR4cGSlt5PNZ91U9-CSRWgQdm4JLSMQ-RegvvtbgWyAohPZ2oo-CB-uZsldTUSfznNzYC4_Scw-iUK-jsSlztRqgOGOw4ch6tec1rEqytue7eaAnrA/w689-h517/r%202024%20-%2001-29%20018%20HistoricHearths.jpg" width="689" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The fireplace in the sitting room of Firestone Farm.<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table>The great hall of the Middle Ages, Renaissance, and into the 18th and early 19th centuries sort of morphed into the sitting room and/or front parlors, which was a gathering room of sorts, not unlike the living room of today. The fancy formal parlor, normally kept shut up with no one entering without permission, was only used for special occasions, such as perhaps a visit from the local preacher or another special guest(s), or even for holidays such as Christmas. However, the sitting room (also known as the everyday parlor) can be used by family and friends on, as the title suggests, on a more regular basis. Again, not unlike our modern-day living room.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGfYFzepaQ1b8lQNcDAi_hEr2l6O7E40WqZEAV_Ijg05UBKHzLfXgF5Kzl2q4qUonCnMXw6AgQIyf9oFnMmRAtR5bYXuRi91UKWwvL_mC7xlCzcKH3N35MODcXs7MCHulGBvYPn1Goi5MdVww4es_Mg5sLjexHfJOE8qlguKEWynw9T_z4NSdzkgGUPg/s909/r%202024%20-%2001-29%20019%20HistoricHearths.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="909" data-original-width="682" height="765" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGfYFzepaQ1b8lQNcDAi_hEr2l6O7E40WqZEAV_Ijg05UBKHzLfXgF5Kzl2q4qUonCnMXw6AgQIyf9oFnMmRAtR5bYXuRi91UKWwvL_mC7xlCzcKH3N35MODcXs7MCHulGBvYPn1Goi5MdVww4es_Mg5sLjexHfJOE8qlguKEWynw9T_z4NSdzkgGUPg/w574-h765/r%202024%20-%2001-29%20019%20HistoricHearths.jpg" width="574" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Note the mantle.</span><br /><span style="font-size: medium;">"<i style="text-align: left;">True mantels were rare before the 1800s. </i><i style="text-align: left;">...fireplaces with mantels <br />and surrounds emerged after the Revolutionary War."</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table>On those cool fall days before Greenfield Village closes up for Holiday Nights, visitors are often treated to a warming fire in the Firestone sitting room fireplace. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGmkVKxrlg9d6VO6FL2txIdU9-CKdwZT0xgui6DwYmsYICTa7a_DE0v9IjkIAd721oxZLrei5aIolPUW53NjOB4Obn4rGRswMG5teZlBU3XBMyqRZXVow-3hxec4dh9k1nd3wWS9_wrNkyQOw31rSHoj6QWQr8Lvh66QedUfuZvBeHnDyRbea8RJeutA/s1136/r%202024%20-%2001-29%20020%20HistoricHearths.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="852" data-original-width="1136" height="518" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGmkVKxrlg9d6VO6FL2txIdU9-CKdwZT0xgui6DwYmsYICTa7a_DE0v9IjkIAd721oxZLrei5aIolPUW53NjOB4Obn4rGRswMG5teZlBU3XBMyqRZXVow-3hxec4dh9k1nd3wWS9_wrNkyQOw31rSHoj6QWQr8Lvh66QedUfuZvBeHnDyRbea8RJeutA/w690-h518/r%202024%20-%2001-29%20020%20HistoricHearths.jpg" width="690" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>Firebox</i> is the formal name for the inside of the fireplace – the place you build the fire.<br />And the Firestone's firebox is simply beautiful.<br />Also that metal coal holder there (center right) is known as a coal scuttle.<br /></span> <span style="font-size: medium;"><i>"Make up the fires, and buy another coal-scuttle before you dot another i, Bob Cratchit."</i> is what Ebenezer Scrooge says to his clerk after his reformation on Christmas morning<br />(from Charles Dickens' "A Christmas Carol").</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div>The mastery of fire was a major technological improvement for mankind, and nearly every science and early history book I've seen tend to agree it was the homo erectus who discovered it. However, <i>when</i> this discovery occurred seems to be a matter of debate, for I've found it to be anywhere from 450,000 to 800,000 years ago (of course, for those who believe in a "young earth," all of this would be quite different).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: red;"><</span></b>------<b><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: medium;">></span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">As what happens often while writing a blog post, I'll come up with an initial idea, oftentimes for a Facebook post, such as some of the fireplace photos here, and that idea will seep into my brain as a "Hey! This would make a cool blog post!" and then I'll morph my Facebook post with more information, such as the fireplace info I put here. That's how my brain works: I question and research pretty much everything, and then something like "Hmmm...just where did the idea of a fireplace come from?" will pop into my head. I then will look it up, gather the information, and all of a sudden, my original post of pictures suddenly turned into a fun history lesson.</div><div style="text-align: left;">I hope you enjoyed it.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Oh---and thanks to my family for searching for a suitable photo of our fireplace!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Until Next time, see you in time.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">For more reading upon subjects mentioned in this post:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><div>To read about the Daggett Family, please click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2016/02/bringing-historic-homes-to-life-daggett.html">HERE</a></div><div>To read about the way the Daggetts lived, please click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2020/08/the-seasonal-changes-at-1750-daggett.html">HERE</a></div><div>To read the history of the Daggett House, please click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/09/sam-daggetts-house-its-history-before.html">HERE</a></div></div><div style="text-align: left;">To read about the Daggett Well-Sweep and how it was made, please click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/09/the-spirit-of-samuel-daggett-lives-on.html">HERE</a></div><div style="text-align: left;">To read more about the Giddings House, please click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2017/03/bringing-historic-homes-to-life.html">HERE</a></div><div style="text-align: left;">To read more about the McGuffey Cabin, please click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/01/historic-homes-brought-to-life-17891790.html">HERE</a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div>To read about spending a bitter cold 18th century day at Waterloo Cabin, please click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2022/02/a-day-in-life-bitter-cold-winters-day.html">HERE</a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><u>Sources:</u></div><div style="text-align: left;">Much of the historical information about fireplaces came directly, word for word, for the most part (italicized) from the following sources and sites:<br /><a href="https://goldengatechimney.com/history-of-fireplaces-and-their-styles/">Golden Chimney</a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://rotherhamfireplacecentre.com/news/history-of-the-fireplace-timeline/">Rotherham Fireplace Centre</a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://genesisfireplace.com/the-history-of-fireplaces-from-ancient-times-to-modern-day/">Genesis Fireplace</a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://www.oldhouseonline.com/interiors-and-decor/history-of-the-fireplace/">Old House Online</a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://tristanschimneyservice.com/2020/07/14/smoke-chamber-what-is-it-and-how-to-repair-it/#:~:text=The%20smoke%20chamber%20is%20the,and%20effectively%20exit%20the%20home.">Tristan's Chimney Service</a></div><div style="text-align: left;">The Human Dawn (from the Time-Life series TimeFrame -p. 55)<i>. </i></div><div style="text-align: left;">Our Own Snug Fireside (book)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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All of my stuff has a purpose and I actually use it or display it. Maybe not all at the same time, but, well, for instance, for the past few years I've been collecting American <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2022/07/celebrating-americas-bicentennial-in.html">Bicentennial items</a> <b>/ </b><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/07/4th-of-july-red-white-and-blue-and.html">collectibles</a>, and that's what I have up displayed on our shelves at this time. Other times I'll show my Franklin/Danbury Mint cars or Beatles collectibles. </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Or replications of historical items.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I also like to show a variety of my ceramic lighted houses.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>And that's the topic where we are heading for this week's post: lighted ceramic houses.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>But they've changed for me - they aren't just for Christmas anymore...</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">.</span><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;">.</span><span style="font-size: x-large;"> <span style="color: #2b00fe;">.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">~There's a lot here - - but you will note how the quality of these lighted houses and accessories improved over time...some of the most authentic items in my collection are nearing the bottom of this post~</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">.</span></b><b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The more I read and study history, the more I want and try to recreate it one way or another. Most often through my living history excursions, where I don period clothing and make the grand attempt to live as people once did long ago.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Another way is by reading the <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/02/history-according-to-time-life-more.html">well-researched history books</a>.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Then there are those few movies that tend to <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2015/02/american-history-from-movies-listing-of.html">"do it right"</a> - not Hollywood history out to make a buck, but quality film-making to show, for the most part, real and true history - and to show that real and true history can have a large audience.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Antiquing is also a great, but expensive, way to delve into history.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Writing in this Passion for the Past blog is another way for me to get my fix.</div><div style="text-align: left;">But there is still another way, though one that can, unfortunately, also cost a small fortune...unless you have patience and comb the internet and garage sales to find these items relatively cheap.</div><div style="text-align: left;">I'm speaking of collecting miniature lighted houses and accessories.</div><div style="text-align: left;">I've written about my lighted ceramic house collection in years past, but I don't believe I've included bits of each of my collections like I'm doing today.</div><div style="text-align: left;">During the off-season of reenacting (well...okay...there's not really an "off-season" for me---just a "slow down" season lol), I will spend more time on books, movies, and collecting. And that's what today's post is about. We are in the cold winter season here in the north, and oftentimes attempting to find something of interest to keep occupied can be a bit of a trial.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><div>It was in, I believe, 1988 when I picked up my first lighted ceramic house. It was part of the fairly new and ever-growing Dickens Village by <a href="https://department56.com/?gclid=Cj0KCQiAr8eqBhD3ARIsAIe-buOlhQBf_HW-1o1jWIbWUCmZJQsJP_iZ-iTyOyep-yRcUcwvYznvh70aAgcXEALw_wcB">Department 56</a>. And with Charles Dickens' "A Christmas Carol" being my all-time favorite Christmas book<b>/</b>story<b>/</b>movie, it was a must have for me.</div><div>So there it sat...my one lone lit tiny ceramic house in the center of our table.</div><div>It needed more.</div><div>I found more.</div><div>I bought more.</div><div>My collection began to grow. And grow it did!</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJCpLhSJ6cVJ4Sa_WXTG1A6TChd_2mS-O0Ba85UizQDA_FoKJ8uoqqV1CylUUz9DSzTOHKrLmvbq_tKtKKW-86Xx-kU2PwFsDYA8qwq5JZBN3fEGnAFWJz1lhk7xOm23-FypdhmCN3jrH4C-LhqUUQv8nrD4MftBCMHOzXvxZhdQy3W3s79dFh0OqqhQ/s930/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20011%20Historic%20Ceramic%20Houses.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="587" data-original-width="930" height="437" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJCpLhSJ6cVJ4Sa_WXTG1A6TChd_2mS-O0Ba85UizQDA_FoKJ8uoqqV1CylUUz9DSzTOHKrLmvbq_tKtKKW-86Xx-kU2PwFsDYA8qwq5JZBN3fEGnAFWJz1lhk7xOm23-FypdhmCN3jrH4C-LhqUUQv8nrD4MftBCMHOzXvxZhdQy3W3s79dFh0OqqhQ/w692-h437/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20011%20Historic%20Ceramic%20Houses.jpg" width="692" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">This was the last time I had my complete Dickens Village set up. The part closest to the camera is the outskirts of town - more "rural" - while the further away you can see the "city" - my <i>pseudo London</i>. It took me about a week or so to get it how I wanted it. <br />I need to organize my basement so I can do this once again.</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div>Within a few years, my Dickens Village pieces began to look more like an actual village.</div><div>Now these early pieces weren't historically accurate. But as the years went by, the quality and accuracy grew higher and higher. And they replicated some actual Victorian English buildings.</div><div>I suppose for the Dickens Village I have to think of it more as old 19th century-<i>themed</i> London designed to capture the spirit of Christmas in Victorian England rather than a mostly historically accurate collection. That being said, there are a few ceramic buildings in this series that were actually replicated from bonafide structures, such as Gads Hill Place and Elizabeth Tower, which is the clock tower of the Palace of Westminster that contains the Great Clock known as Big Ben.</div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja4IbRerIQgR2z0J9Dp1xWHRSmG3e40BNPolZHHN7YGOY33qHJJA3sVGpeDyqHiRe4YgtudZpoQSvHSoJJmMTizR-pnaVGkYv8VO1ih7dR4LK4Ty-MLZWCc4CCiVFO8jtZJ8WZ6EiEnTjAFBkQFRvHvNhm2L7JoUYcAp_cxe8KDV5Pdrcy7jmzfwm3kg/s691/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20010%20Historic%20Ceramic%20Houses.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="518" data-original-width="691" height="516" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja4IbRerIQgR2z0J9Dp1xWHRSmG3e40BNPolZHHN7YGOY33qHJJA3sVGpeDyqHiRe4YgtudZpoQSvHSoJJmMTizR-pnaVGkYv8VO1ih7dR4LK4Ty-MLZWCc4CCiVFO8jtZJ8WZ6EiEnTjAFBkQFRvHvNhm2L7JoUYcAp_cxe8KDV5Pdrcy7jmzfwm3kg/w688-h516/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20010%20Historic%20Ceramic%20Houses.jpg" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The Scrooge & Marley counting House---and there's the Horse & Hounds Pub.</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div>I remember that I would take the day after Hallowe'en off of work to begin working on setting my Dickens Village up. I would play old world carols on the stereo to keep me in the spirit - what a fun and absolute joyous time I had doing it.</div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_Je08vZAneUZlBsUD6TZZjKZ0ZrviYaLcGxoKZ1laodtdQ3bM69EHjaVqY1xgQsbANe9xUL_eCKyOQrdH_NsGw5EINUke-z7hWeXBO35p-wQXyMXJPQIX7PGC9EAdiBrzBn2VehcS8klESw2Mvh-DCGlYd33vQrKPAzpC1kMxIIe_hK1cdPak7Gmnxg/s933/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20012%20Historic%20Ceramic%20Houses.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="533" data-original-width="933" height="394" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_Je08vZAneUZlBsUD6TZZjKZ0ZrviYaLcGxoKZ1laodtdQ3bM69EHjaVqY1xgQsbANe9xUL_eCKyOQrdH_NsGw5EINUke-z7hWeXBO35p-wQXyMXJPQIX7PGC9EAdiBrzBn2VehcS8klESw2Mvh-DCGlYd33vQrKPAzpC1kMxIIe_hK1cdPak7Gmnxg/w688-h394/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20012%20Historic%20Ceramic%20Houses.jpg" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I see Wassailers and/or Mummers moving down the cobblestone road of London, <br />making and creating Christmas merriment!</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div>I then began to collect a few of the Dept. 56 Snow Village pieces, which centered on Americana - mostly mid-20th century Americana. Some fit in well with the Dickens Village, though there were some pretty cool historical architecturally strictly<i> American</i> houses and accessories as well, including some showing the autumn time of year. </div><div><div>And then it hit me that there were more than just Christmas Villages...and history began to creep in more & more:</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgulOJnvzZaaHbrxky-glIlF2UsPLVZbLFdeIEx2KeDgBCzgBYEEamsJpKZVPTJhdcYyGcm7jv8xvXZG4N_0pNACxPZ52W5AFguIqpBAuZ1Qa1lk9zmag1dbp7ZZo5h7rBcsP1VA-3VyC-YXT3gK6sax5PQ2ZKZkHF8YhTnVDzWK2izSgICe5I_W3visw/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-16%20026%20Historic%20Ceramic%20Houses.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgulOJnvzZaaHbrxky-glIlF2UsPLVZbLFdeIEx2KeDgBCzgBYEEamsJpKZVPTJhdcYyGcm7jv8xvXZG4N_0pNACxPZ52W5AFguIqpBAuZ1Qa1lk9zmag1dbp7ZZo5h7rBcsP1VA-3VyC-YXT3gK6sax5PQ2ZKZkHF8YhTnVDzWK2izSgICe5I_W3visw/w421-h280/q%202023%20-%2011-16%20026%20Historic%20Ceramic%20Houses.jpg" width="421" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The mid-18th century Daggett House and the<br />17th century Farris Windmill<br />inside Greenfield Village.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>A friend of mine was at a local collectables store and made sure he stopped by to tell me that he had seen a lighted ceramic Dept. 56 Daggett-style house for sale there. If you know me at all you know I am a huge fan of the 18th century Daggett House that now sits inside the walls of historic Greenfield Village (click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2016/02/bringing-historic-homes-to-life-daggett.html">HERE</a>, <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2020/08/the-seasonal-changes-at-1750-daggett.html">HERE</a>, <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/09/sam-daggetts-house-its-history-before.html">HERE</a>, and <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kDlHc2gMwkM&list=PLi_a0lO-I6X7gLTfCt-mYJ13zuiI1WGhN">HERE</a>), so of course, I went to the store myself to see it.</div><div>Yep - there it was! And it was beautiful. In fact, there were four of these houses sitting on the shelf, but they were considered used (they're "retired" from Dept. 56 - no longer available from the manufacturer) and had no box or packaging of any kind.</div><div>Unfortunately, they were also rather pricey, so I decided to pass on purchasing one.</div><div>I thought about how cool it would be to have a miniature Daggett house. I really wanted to get it, but money was tight. However, after some time (and by saving my pennies), I decided to see what I could find on Ebay.</div><div>Voila!</div><div>There it was! </div><div> It was listed under the title "Home Sweet Home." Dept. 56's website said that the house was "Inspired by the East Hampton, NY historic landmark home of John Howard Payne, composer of the American classic, 'Home Sweet Home'."</div><div>And guess what? With it, in the same box, was a windmill. A windmill that looked very much like the Farris Windmill that sits next to the Daggett House inside Greenfield Village.</div><div>The windmill wasn't included at the store I went to - - - hmmm...something's amiss here...</div><div><div><div>The price for both the house and the windmill in the original packaging from a seller on Ebay was less than half the price of just the house itself from that <i>rip-off</i> collectables store I went to.</div><div>So I went ahead and bought it off Ebay. </div></div><div>I touched it up a little bit by re-painting the house a darker gray to match the color of Daggett, as well as removing a few unnecessary attachments, such as a redbird that once sat atop of the house (I know...an abomination to collectors, but I don't purchase items to resell - I purchase them because I want them for my own satisfaction)~</div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj05PQU3oLEyMLHr8TINz4GXc5wIrsgIDZZJumbreW1mc1ohRGKADrTPyWF6hWEEHjoWVJdZVNaiw1oLokLg212wjDDfhx7phU5WZRx0iyjNuWYedK3IvBvj_ud1M9N_T8F1UGFVmfxdJkNYxEhOHwUqiAE8QNiGb4H9KjkRa9h-hFgr63Ht90Q-FFJew/s1382/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20007%20Historic%20Ceramic%20Houses.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="778" data-original-width="1382" height="391" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj05PQU3oLEyMLHr8TINz4GXc5wIrsgIDZZJumbreW1mc1ohRGKADrTPyWF6hWEEHjoWVJdZVNaiw1oLokLg212wjDDfhx7phU5WZRx0iyjNuWYedK3IvBvj_ud1M9N_T8F1UGFVmfxdJkNYxEhOHwUqiAE8QNiGb4H9KjkRa9h-hFgr63Ht90Q-FFJew/w695-h391/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20007%20Historic%20Ceramic%20Houses.jpg" width="695" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I added numerous fall accessories in my attempt to recreate more of an 18th century fall harvest scene. If you look (from left) you can see vegetables, apple cider making, baskets of apples, a woman cooking, butter churning, spinning on a spinning wheel, candle dipping, and kitchen garden harvesting. <br />A wonderful miniature scene of my favorite season at my favorite historical house.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div>Some of the accessories are from various Dept. 56 villages while other pieces came from hobby stores such as Hobby Lobby or JoAnn Fabrics. They all work together well.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPjoMIwTJX_cMAOmjYjg5x1dJE9o4AuP6wZpv8nOayp0_EZU1hCbNfYOY2dpzKguwW6jntxg-Kyn_4Wq-lbqdytihUZn8Tm5GKk91owod46Qd5Xg47gbqVqdZEjy31A7yh3wT9T0t2jtFRMOoV_QGCBxMKY10eR89roLyOBYK7NQzt34vrJXDeaF9tsg/s1084/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20009%20Historic%20Ceramic%20Houses.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="869" data-original-width="1084" height="552" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPjoMIwTJX_cMAOmjYjg5x1dJE9o4AuP6wZpv8nOayp0_EZU1hCbNfYOY2dpzKguwW6jntxg-Kyn_4Wq-lbqdytihUZn8Tm5GKk91owod46Qd5Xg47gbqVqdZEjy31A7yh3wT9T0t2jtFRMOoV_QGCBxMKY10eR89roLyOBYK7NQzt34vrJXDeaF9tsg/w687-h552/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20009%20Historic%20Ceramic%20Houses.jpg" width="687" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A close up of the butter making, spinning wheel, candle dipping, and the harvesting what looks to be cabbage. Oh, and I see bales of hay and a pumpkin on the cart 'neath the autumn trees. The spinner is porcelain from the 1950s.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>Now, notice the quality and actions of these accessories - pure Americana. And notice the quality of the houses and accessories improved as well.</div><div>That's when I began my search for more like this.</div><div><div>And that's when I discovered a new Village series; <i>"<b>Williamsburg</b></i> (which) <i>delighted Village collectors and history buffs alike."</i></div><div>Williamsburg? As in <i>Colonial Williamsburg??</i></div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaOVTj5tsGwVBb2_aq4Y-RFpnxjOeq6vEaC9UUIaARjWxBzJTDazCSQoH53Opn_KJNb0AEA1h6GVwKmPG6v7ygQ96e_McQGIWhzhq2YOg9SZrioLbvJ-v0TWNc92jB2-DVErppEqLAGJBpAtzPGHmRxIycYg0One-CE-w_ufAuR94vETmIaHfNrAB6ZA/s890/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20008%20Historic%20Ceramic%20Houses.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="869" data-original-width="890" height="662" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaOVTj5tsGwVBb2_aq4Y-RFpnxjOeq6vEaC9UUIaARjWxBzJTDazCSQoH53Opn_KJNb0AEA1h6GVwKmPG6v7ygQ96e_McQGIWhzhq2YOg9SZrioLbvJ-v0TWNc92jB2-DVErppEqLAGJBpAtzPGHmRxIycYg0One-CE-w_ufAuR94vETmIaHfNrAB6ZA/w678-h662/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20008%20Historic%20Ceramic%20Houses.jpg" width="678" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">More harvesting - perhaps root vegetables? - and gathering eggs.<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div>I was ecstatic when I found out, seemingly out of nowhere, that Department 56 had a lighted house series of Colonial Williamsburg, and I immediately set out to get as many from this collection as I could, for prices could rise and items could disappear in the blink of an eye. Some, like Independence Hall, came from Snow Village, though most came from the Williamsburg series.</div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXHziFB3WCsN7c-laGrYykTOmIRmV_6oD7nYFtCXgXEnGXYHLBYjfEEJ5XkW0ByU2kB68voUIWyd7t_kekAF-LbrZYjaixqXRZrIy2TjUqrPu8EzQEyzNE42vRrRPRBUIynDWm40284hy63Ka0ZW0ALe8lWO3ja6XYy-3wyVwT6sAN0-zXGhpm8HG3bg/s1219/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20006%20Historic%20Ceramic%20Houses.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="669" data-original-width="1219" height="376" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXHziFB3WCsN7c-laGrYykTOmIRmV_6oD7nYFtCXgXEnGXYHLBYjfEEJ5XkW0ByU2kB68voUIWyd7t_kekAF-LbrZYjaixqXRZrIy2TjUqrPu8EzQEyzNE42vRrRPRBUIynDWm40284hy63Ka0ZW0ALe8lWO3ja6XYy-3wyVwT6sAN0-zXGhpm8HG3bg/w683-h376/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20006%20Historic%20Ceramic%20Houses.jpg" width="683" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The long road to nowhere...or all roads lead to Colonial Williamsburg.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>They did a truly wonderful job in recreating the historic houses of Colonial Williamsburg. In fact, I did a blog post showing the accuracy, bouncing between the actual houses and the miniatures - - please click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2019/02/kens-colonial-collection-of-lighted.html">HERE</a>.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi84IHgO7Z-7l8GYEMfUnT5GtUAeP-u9WeZ1ArWiN9RFI19R3lcAq1JpjjFNUbca8OfSKCYsLnBPoR-_aha86d5aAGKSuD2KK9_L6qPl63o4anZ66vcpdFo5XSfI0GC11uisMhkHtI2t9fsZoSVdgcR357OBKL6R9iNPntNynfGq1UBtRsa86FnKEb0LQ/s640/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20004%20Historic%20Ceramic%20Houses.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="487" data-original-width="640" height="525" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi84IHgO7Z-7l8GYEMfUnT5GtUAeP-u9WeZ1ArWiN9RFI19R3lcAq1JpjjFNUbca8OfSKCYsLnBPoR-_aha86d5aAGKSuD2KK9_L6qPl63o4anZ66vcpdFo5XSfI0GC11uisMhkHtI2t9fsZoSVdgcR357OBKL6R9iNPntNynfGq1UBtRsa86FnKEb0LQ/w689-h525/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20004%20Historic%20Ceramic%20Houses.jpg" width="689" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The Colonial Williamsburg accessories were very well made.<br />Aside from the couple strolling, we see a cooper (barrel maker) and a woman sweeping the front of her home.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>We are heading into America's 250th anniversary as a country, and this is the perfect way to celebrate. As of this writing in early 2024, many of the Colonial Williamsburg houses and accessories are no longer available except through places such as Ebay, sometimes at way too exorbitantly high prices - patience can be a virtue in such cases, unless you can afford to pay such an amount.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDKGsV1hHUP5yheePZx2roeivxEILkRm2JzYJZTdG4NF1Y0Trua_hMRbiaQ62ITfODLnV9yllgkBKLIrFy9l93OpcMlR6MW7RGlA_ivNkJQf8YFpcpD34ChRUA7UKPZDYjwpk4ShzB8r1VerjfPZV8LqTcrwi_Rqdq1V_vJ8eIfdlfjMKBt-D7VuRKHQ/s1382/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20005%20Historic%20Ceramic%20Houses.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="778" data-original-width="1382" height="389" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDKGsV1hHUP5yheePZx2roeivxEILkRm2JzYJZTdG4NF1Y0Trua_hMRbiaQ62ITfODLnV9yllgkBKLIrFy9l93OpcMlR6MW7RGlA_ivNkJQf8YFpcpD34ChRUA7UKPZDYjwpk4ShzB8r1VerjfPZV8LqTcrwi_Rqdq1V_vJ8eIfdlfjMKBt-D7VuRKHQ/w692-h389/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20005%20Historic%20Ceramic%20Houses.jpg" width="692" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And here we have a woodworker and, perhaps, his apprentice.<br />I do like the fact that they've included African Americans in this series.<br />As they should.</span></td></tr></tbody></table>Though I really like the houses in the Williamsburg collection, to me it is the accessories that bring it to life. The detail is top-notch.</div><div><br /></div><div>There is also a pretty awesome Hallowe'en Village, initially a part of Snow Village. And some very cool accessories to go with it. But what I liked most was when they put out a <i>Legend of Sleepy Hollow</i> series. Spooky Americana.</div><div><div>It was around 1990 when Dept. 56 put out their first pieces in the Sleepy Hollow series. I didn't initially set out to get this particular collection; I began my Hallowe'en Houses with what was pretty much simply a haunted house with eerie sounds and lights flashing. It grew from there, and then I saw the headless horseman figurine, bought that, and for years following I collected the pieces to (mostly) collect the Sleepy Hollow village. </div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2gD7pLCU6KXHdZOyys5ruNN4Q3n7RsPlCFkYUmpALuJEm_ivBvXB8XmkcFBgdYlPbvJ973trBhkF8OoP_N2q2YOul_8afiiSFtdk85JrKHEVrVlOWqXbpYdBX_BNdzOGVV3nigSzAVZzA0MTGXnJu3wfm0bZNDOc1AEasJ7zk_yOP6uZuZf0kZMS7bA/s1071/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20020%20Historic%20Ceramic%20Houses.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1071" data-original-width="724" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2gD7pLCU6KXHdZOyys5ruNN4Q3n7RsPlCFkYUmpALuJEm_ivBvXB8XmkcFBgdYlPbvJ973trBhkF8OoP_N2q2YOul_8afiiSFtdk85JrKHEVrVlOWqXbpYdBX_BNdzOGVV3nigSzAVZzA0MTGXnJu3wfm0bZNDOc1AEasJ7zk_yOP6uZuZf0kZMS7bA/w432-h640/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20020%20Historic%20Ceramic%20Houses.jpg" width="432" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The Headless Horseman.<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div><div>This is based on American author Washington Irving's "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow's" plot and even its ties to the American Revolution. The story, written in 1820, is set in 1790 in the countryside around the Dutch settlement of Tarry Town (historical Tarrytown, New York), in a secluded glen called Sleepy Hollow. </div></div><div>As for me I just collect the buildings and accessories that can tell the story.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_helU8VqaMJseVUj4fI5RZY-03lUcd6A0EGvzATCin4OPkj8zKmGQKq5CbYxdT-Pp0k72slYcFTUd50jPHozB2HpAVONLXWUuhVZf6CtCYRJajQGcddvU7sbLiDSMNN-EunnGbEpQtWHi5R4dSv2623T8x9ShFeAuJcApomML7oNvWexfIHXAZ_09Ng/s1175/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20001%20Historic%20Ceramic%20Houses.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="807" data-original-width="1175" height="475" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_helU8VqaMJseVUj4fI5RZY-03lUcd6A0EGvzATCin4OPkj8zKmGQKq5CbYxdT-Pp0k72slYcFTUd50jPHozB2HpAVONLXWUuhVZf6CtCYRJajQGcddvU7sbLiDSMNN-EunnGbEpQtWHi5R4dSv2623T8x9ShFeAuJcApomML7oNvWexfIHXAZ_09Ng/w691-h475/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20001%20Historic%20Ceramic%20Houses.jpg" width="691" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Pieces from my Hallowe'en Village~<br />See the guy on the left there reading?<br />That's Ichabod Crane. And that's his horse, Gun Powder, next to him.<br />Oh, yeah...and I see a hearse as well. I use this particular horse-drawn hearse for my Dickens Village as well, for Marley.</span></td></tr></tbody></table>We do have a bit of history thrown in.<div>A key component of the short story “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow” written by Washington Irving in 1820 recalls the tale of Major John André for whom “Many dismal tales were told about funeral trains, and mourning cries and wailings heard and seen about the great tree where the unfortunate Major André was taken, and which stood in the neighborhood.” The giant tulip tree which features prominently in the tale was “connected with the tragical story of the unfortunate André, who had been taken prisoner hard by; and was universally known by the name of Major André’s tree.”</div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik7_efRlMDzar9WsZBkRoYPdyXWDLkL-hVBzG-wCMKll4VXGhCXW8uPVHaj6ypIrQOzd0TNk-vr2MyLMt0Sru9XFlZof4Z6MxzKKg5NE0BWQuzYMq4L2a9HADld8KKwH3xUV9cKRuLtfZMnjLvb8RASM72t0clJTX8oRDs00hTSmdp20CMjU-4znGHXw/s1218/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20002%20Historic%20Ceramic%20Houses.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="761" data-original-width="1218" height="444" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik7_efRlMDzar9WsZBkRoYPdyXWDLkL-hVBzG-wCMKll4VXGhCXW8uPVHaj6ypIrQOzd0TNk-vr2MyLMt0Sru9XFlZof4Z6MxzKKg5NE0BWQuzYMq4L2a9HADld8KKwH3xUV9cKRuLtfZMnjLvb8RASM72t0clJTX8oRDs00hTSmdp20CMjU-4znGHXw/w710-h444/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20002%20Historic%20Ceramic%20Houses.jpg" width="710" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The Sleepy Hollow Cemetery next to Jack of the Lantern holding his candle-lit turnip. The Major Andre Hanging Tree is center right. And there's an eerie covered bridge.</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div><br /></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3sTQpfBxY9UJv_IKyoN1MJmTL4RoqoY_kFSYpvxGExUtgqxgL8dXVaXSp6UIOwOdRx1jEOPLMLs8V4QWzi2_shK9a_ZNpC8jFLicmtws7yScSGcvrHF2BtSLdpsmvG749n5m5TgaaulaLLNHsCTBjbGvvxHcW5eJu6kxFIIA08MWbfaNjAeESo_D6ZA/s1071/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20018%20Historic%20Ceramic%20Houses.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="804" data-original-width="1071" height="527" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3sTQpfBxY9UJv_IKyoN1MJmTL4RoqoY_kFSYpvxGExUtgqxgL8dXVaXSp6UIOwOdRx1jEOPLMLs8V4QWzi2_shK9a_ZNpC8jFLicmtws7yScSGcvrHF2BtSLdpsmvG749n5m5TgaaulaLLNHsCTBjbGvvxHcW5eJu6kxFIIA08MWbfaNjAeESo_D6ZA/w703-h527/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20018%20Historic%20Ceramic%20Houses.jpg" width="703" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">At the base of the Dept. 56 depiction of Major Andre's Tree~</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>But there is more history coming from Dept. 56 and their ceramic villages & accessories, including Jack O' Lantern - - or - - Jack of the Lantern, vegetable and fruit carvings, which is an old tradition and exists across the world, and the traditional illumination for guisers (or pranksters) abroad on the night, which was provided by turnips or mangel wurzels, hollowed out to act as lanterns, lit with coal or a candle, and often carved with grotesque faces (see in the photo below).</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBpiyb2NFiT3WzyE7n_zhPN8yEoQu6oMn3D38zRO2TCKaAp7vRNBnFj9iNJfPx0Hy0IgAdtsRdvQBcqFXgPv-MDDFMF3tgiJ8wDrLHCOiMP6vnzbQBTJhplV8DXfcDBQCOrYzd_KALJcHfvZScD2wgn3atPh8MweXzk5S0yuPrHhQClaHj_9biYO4HxA/s918/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20019%20Historic%20Ceramic%20Houses.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="918" data-original-width="864" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBpiyb2NFiT3WzyE7n_zhPN8yEoQu6oMn3D38zRO2TCKaAp7vRNBnFj9iNJfPx0Hy0IgAdtsRdvQBcqFXgPv-MDDFMF3tgiJ8wDrLHCOiMP6vnzbQBTJhplV8DXfcDBQCOrYzd_KALJcHfvZScD2wgn3atPh8MweXzk5S0yuPrHhQClaHj_9biYO4HxA/w602-h640/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20019%20Historic%20Ceramic%20Houses.jpg" width="602" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Stingy Jack of the Lantern and his lighted turnip.<br />You can even make out the face carved into the turnip!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>Turnip lanterns usually represented supernatural beings and were used to chase evil spirits. Guisers used them to scare people, while in some cases they were set on windowsills to guard homes against evil.</div><div><div>Irish immigrants brought the jack-o’-lantern custom to North America. Here, turnips were slowly replaced by pumpkins to make the iconic Halloween decorations, and eventually became the plant of choice.</div></div><div>I just love when history can be interspersed with items such as this. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyvPjBrRyuDD7A6D1aDmvkkwLrLVSLG0y4SZRqIlaGyTTE-BmPdplW9QYUwJ5OcanLBXgZNHOBTTBTrM43YWH3Q8UjPSTA437De9wwE96KbIOYHck4hl0xbBKUwwp_caABbY-GszGq2Dbcx7-zPDW_m6dYN0FzsGn2Pt4ZylmpOoWmqWAaow5Jd-1uIw/s832/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20003%20Historic%20Ceramic%20Houses.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="832" data-original-width="624" height="687" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyvPjBrRyuDD7A6D1aDmvkkwLrLVSLG0y4SZRqIlaGyTTE-BmPdplW9QYUwJ5OcanLBXgZNHOBTTBTrM43YWH3Q8UjPSTA437De9wwE96KbIOYHck4hl0xbBKUwwp_caABbY-GszGq2Dbcx7-zPDW_m6dYN0FzsGn2Pt4ZylmpOoWmqWAaow5Jd-1uIw/w515-h687/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20003%20Historic%20Ceramic%20Houses.jpg" width="515" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Imagine walking through a corn field...and coming across<br />"The Corn Creeper" --- a two story high pumpkin skeleton!<br />And...I saw the "real deal" at Greenfield Village:</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGm8zpE9hyphenhyphenqrSmZqD7wZ5-ngzAQ9cOFh7pUsnb9Un5vXh-2wMw0pXPhWzlNSTMU7cxaj8BENRjgfT3DA67gD2yj2C_t5-bhyphenhyphennmLVdbSiU0VgMgJ0Qa9s1A1hPDwGSYY-0Y86CdBoPTUqiL8CdWE9b3yfLmPALBDz1Z1YacTimCcbTCYBhBDpYCcfMwhQ/s2048/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20017%20Historic%20Ceramic%20Houses.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="681" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGm8zpE9hyphenhyphenqrSmZqD7wZ5-ngzAQ9cOFh7pUsnb9Un5vXh-2wMw0pXPhWzlNSTMU7cxaj8BENRjgfT3DA67gD2yj2C_t5-bhyphenhyphennmLVdbSiU0VgMgJ0Qa9s1A1hPDwGSYY-0Y86CdBoPTUqiL8CdWE9b3yfLmPALBDz1Z1YacTimCcbTCYBhBDpYCcfMwhQ/w511-h681/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20017%20Historic%20Ceramic%20Houses.jpg" width="511" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: medium;">Yes, that's me in my colonial clothing standing in front of<br />the life-size "Corn Creeper"!<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDmyPbIzoSODGqZjhXfARLsJQIKhBxwxfLHKRzBVj4eKSOHSrmg083z0uVPQsNyv4OvwrJfN4yzjJwCFWVjK0XbkiyfvY8k2X1orfXBxPStk_oD3vlUho83zSmicOzsiRuQoPTSjvBq2uJy5TQd8iuUPvDlevpcsrJIFO6nLx2-9rrpdOJM1yMJzxzQg/s840/r%202024%20-%2001-22%20038%20Historic%20Ceramic%20Houses.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="779" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDmyPbIzoSODGqZjhXfARLsJQIKhBxwxfLHKRzBVj4eKSOHSrmg083z0uVPQsNyv4OvwrJfN4yzjJwCFWVjK0XbkiyfvY8k2X1orfXBxPStk_oD3vlUho83zSmicOzsiRuQoPTSjvBq2uJy5TQd8iuUPvDlevpcsrJIFO6nLx2-9rrpdOJM1yMJzxzQg/w519-h779/r%202024%20-%2001-22%20038%20Historic%20Ceramic%20Houses.jpg" width="519" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And the real deal at night...even spookier...<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>The miniatures are certainly getting better and better...</div></div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPP8yBvZsiCQOqQygHLP_A7PpPNZEpktFem7UOPoxuYYF0ki2H8tN8Y9k4aki2uLFRHa0IQiz6a7qpnBCZD4LZEySrQoZGae5ArAPizWqfQ6E1IZSfqFVdKk6G89nwlZeLNdUDPmnlZz_7YV_hTYRGtjTNp8DaTfsbuKYLwTtTIhakmxERbn2G-hsjMA/s1071/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20021%20Historic%20Ceramic%20Houses.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1071" data-original-width="1008" height="672" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPP8yBvZsiCQOqQygHLP_A7PpPNZEpktFem7UOPoxuYYF0ki2H8tN8Y9k4aki2uLFRHa0IQiz6a7qpnBCZD4LZEySrQoZGae5ArAPizWqfQ6E1IZSfqFVdKk6G89nwlZeLNdUDPmnlZz_7YV_hTYRGtjTNp8DaTfsbuKYLwTtTIhakmxERbn2G-hsjMA/w632-h672/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20021%20Historic%20Ceramic%20Houses.jpg" width="632" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>Out of the graveyard comes a ghost</i> - perhaps it's the ghost of Miles Dibble <br />from one of my favorite childhood stories, "The Ghost of Dibble Hollow."</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div>The past is there in these cool ceramic miniatures...it's just a matter of finding it...for instance:</div><div>The more I read of and study ancient history - the early A.D. and B.C. periods in civilization - the more I understand the times that followed...the whys and the wherefores of the past become much clearer. And I clearly can see that the past - <i>history</i> - is not all black & white, as so many tend to think, but, instead, is mostly gray areas.</div><div>Never say "never," and never say "always."</div><div>That's my motto.</div><div>Early in 2023, my wife, Patty, & I began watching "The Chosen" TV series, about the life of Jesus Christ and of the times in which He lived. This series, which is still on-going, totally blew me away, for it brought Jesus to life in such a remarkable and natural manner; it is as if I am actually watching Him in His time. I do like how the actors are not all stiff and 1950s/1960s Hollywood-y like in virtually every other filmed depiction. Jesus and His Apostles in "The Chosen" are portrayed as regular people as I have always imagined them to be, and shows how they would have lived 2000 years ago. Besides learning about Christ and witnessing miracles, viewers see such things as wine making, bread making, catching fish, lighting, homes, pathways, traditions, differing occupations...just as I have read in my world history books.</div><div>Long-time past comes to life.</div><div>So it was when my wife Patty & I were visiting the Bronner's Christmas Store - <i>the World's Largest Christmas Store</i> - in Frankenmuth, Michigan, when we came upon a ceramic village depicting the time of Christ. It wasn't put out by Department 56, however. It was made in Italy by a company called <a href="https://www.houseoffontanini.com/">Fontanini</a>. Fontanini figures, which have been manufactured and hand decorated by the Fontanini family for over 100 years, are considered classic works of art. <i>"The Fontanini tradition dates back to the late 1800s when company founder Emanuele Fontanini began creating creche figures in the little town of Bagni di Lucca located in Tuscany, Italy. Today, the fourth generation of Fontanini's follow in their father's, grandfather's, and great-grandfather's footsteps."</i></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2i9FLjtJcQZE6aX-KRNDfFayi0yxwXWdkWO_Mxk2DV3pTFmdPGMY2eKMUOPcxzC9P6IonBNFe5DpjS9NenT6XLUsTLNrTO8YDSX4fTs1HmpMLBTvEHTUWSfbVMff4isfqVoToolMJV_3HuU_VZKHTLeRIOsN8VUil5XqdVzxhzwlUSCa9482uUN7IHw/s1880/r%202024%20-%2001-22%20038%20Historic%20Ceramic%20Houses.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="539" data-original-width="1880" height="207" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2i9FLjtJcQZE6aX-KRNDfFayi0yxwXWdkWO_Mxk2DV3pTFmdPGMY2eKMUOPcxzC9P6IonBNFe5DpjS9NenT6XLUsTLNrTO8YDSX4fTs1HmpMLBTvEHTUWSfbVMff4isfqVoToolMJV_3HuU_VZKHTLeRIOsN8VUil5XqdVzxhzwlUSCa9482uUN7IHw/w722-h207/r%202024%20-%2001-22%20038%20Historic%20Ceramic%20Houses.jpg" width="722" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>As with all new collections, you start off slowly...</span><br /><span>This shows daily life in Bethlehem at the time of Christ's birth~<br />(from left): a wine maker ("The Wine Shop" & the Vineyard Fence), blacksmith ("The Blacksmith Shop"), a carpenter ("The Carpenter's Shop"), a baker ("The Bakery Shop"),<br /></span><span>and a produce stand ("Produce Shop"), along with a vegetable seller ("Fruit & Vegetable Stand")</span><span>.</span><br /><span>Who'd've thought there would be such an awesome set such as this depicting life<br />from 2,000 years ago?<br />I must admit I am blown away by such miniatures!<br />To me, it goes along with <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/02/history-according-to-time-life-more.html">THIS</a> post, and even <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/05/ancient-farming-in-bc-and-early-ad-eras.html">THIS</a> post.</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table>And each figurine has a story - - - </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLo4u-_BK1IFsuTb5r-ZmcXYmpPEuWJKe9H0kJOaVo_fUzkd_x4OLcy2fIubBeTgFWpRL_tUnRUnzfxjXU9OkZgeTFxhyphenhyphenYllfZXdnZ3wSMeOfIEDSvumkUZRfL4xhSmdJDmDZ-QUkOQ62Ca3yp_aDYR9QPcdmPrx1LHY-bl6RpiQ_XpSQmwfcefyZfsA/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-22%20030%20Historic%20Ceramic%20Houses.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="456" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLo4u-_BK1IFsuTb5r-ZmcXYmpPEuWJKe9H0kJOaVo_fUzkd_x4OLcy2fIubBeTgFWpRL_tUnRUnzfxjXU9OkZgeTFxhyphenhyphenYllfZXdnZ3wSMeOfIEDSvumkUZRfL4xhSmdJDmDZ-QUkOQ62Ca3yp_aDYR9QPcdmPrx1LHY-bl6RpiQ_XpSQmwfcefyZfsA/w686-h456/r%202024%20-%2001-22%20030%20Historic%20Ceramic%20Houses.jpg" width="686" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">If I were a carpenter - Herschel the Carpenter</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><i>As a young boy, Herschel stood at the door to his father's carpentry shop. The smell of fresh cut wood filled the air and wood shavings and sawdust covered the dirt floor. For hours he watched his father make yokes, wooden carts, window frames, tables, chairs, storage chests, and posts and beams for those throughout Bethlehem. </i></div><div><i>Herschel continued to learn each day by watching. And when Herschel turned fifteen, his father fulfilled the promise he had made to his son; Herschel proudly became his father's apprentice. </i></div><div><i>In no time he was using all of the tools in his father's shop: an ax, hatchet for chopping wood, an adz (a tool similar to an ax, with an arched blade at right angles to the handle, used for cutting or shaping large pieces of wood), iron saws for cutting wood to precise sizes, a bow drill and bits for drilling holes, a stone-head hammer for pounding chisels or hammering wooden surfaces together. </i></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia4RsfOAmFfCY-ZgGdLW8rr82NhgjdZoi8-81tweJbIR8Wsqm6SVszHstvG9j85bjueYFCJhI9WH7YJUk1sAJV8uMDIWvxYfAAMru62xah39fm8QaGpzPpxuwkH6g8ADEEs2UXq_qNAJer6x7tpjPTJ4oUIzv8e-N1FW6w8q3j3E8MzWtlpafuG7mYzA/s840/r%202024%20-%2001-22%20033%20Historic%20Ceramic%20Houses.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="783" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia4RsfOAmFfCY-ZgGdLW8rr82NhgjdZoi8-81tweJbIR8Wsqm6SVszHstvG9j85bjueYFCJhI9WH7YJUk1sAJV8uMDIWvxYfAAMru62xah39fm8QaGpzPpxuwkH6g8ADEEs2UXq_qNAJer6x7tpjPTJ4oUIzv8e-N1FW6w8q3j3E8MzWtlpafuG7mYzA/w521-h783/r%202024%20-%2001-22%20033%20Historic%20Ceramic%20Houses.jpg" width="521" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The Carpenter's Shop<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE2t0m_loM9jjonyGSmXXaBNV0VTlBesuK1lPnkuGc-uTu9D4GaBdIpzwuB-q7z6TJqUqgWjxiEills7uLRjgnqz1euG3bTqzd-VyfoCxacI5mOxqgdkVAtB2mRWvA7NGaHvD3ZbVFcfso1-y2BszNlMm0kn4Yv1uFQ3JbqZqSSVpa-k36oYuWYYWRFQ/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-22%20029%20Historic%20Ceramic%20Houses.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="color: black;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="457" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE2t0m_loM9jjonyGSmXXaBNV0VTlBesuK1lPnkuGc-uTu9D4GaBdIpzwuB-q7z6TJqUqgWjxiEills7uLRjgnqz1euG3bTqzd-VyfoCxacI5mOxqgdkVAtB2mRWvA7NGaHvD3ZbVFcfso1-y2BszNlMm0kn4Yv1uFQ3JbqZqSSVpa-k36oYuWYYWRFQ/w687-h457/r%202024%20-%2001-22%20029%20Historic%20Ceramic%20Houses.jpg" width="687" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Orion the Blacksmith</span></td></tr></tbody></table><i>Being a blacksmith in Bethlehem was a demanding job - villagers needed many tools and household goods, and repairs to be made. Orion knew his job well, and was pleased to be of service. He also was a kind man, willing to share this knowledge with the village children who visited his shop. Young Herschel stopped by one day to show off the new cradle he had made, with the metal tools Orion had crafted for him. Herschel had heard that a small child had been born, and was laid in a manger in a stable - he didn't want other babies not to have a fitting place to sleep. The cradle was a fine piece of work, and Orion was pleased - not only of the craftsmanship Herschel had shown, but of the kindness of the boy's heart as well.</i></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYONYFKrCXUe1KTHT9YZ0DOfQPCzZQtCJoQQaVrPZwY5iEFgIOIEJvsGk2sWf3SF08SZAhtoZRqEoAV0-6Zqsool7Q2VQBOkBiCpvcKcY_i58Tlxe8MlFcgPgpTsCIu2WptOT2iA8QHoWSc6mVBb6WwXW6lEvRbVDhB_EqfikZlcEjehYt4IkxCLvxUw/s840/r%202024%20-%2001-22%20032%20Historic%20Ceramic%20Houses.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="780" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYONYFKrCXUe1KTHT9YZ0DOfQPCzZQtCJoQQaVrPZwY5iEFgIOIEJvsGk2sWf3SF08SZAhtoZRqEoAV0-6Zqsool7Q2VQBOkBiCpvcKcY_i58Tlxe8MlFcgPgpTsCIu2WptOT2iA8QHoWSc6mVBb6WwXW6lEvRbVDhB_EqfikZlcEjehYt4IkxCLvxUw/w519-h780/r%202024%20-%2001-22%20032%20Historic%20Ceramic%20Houses.jpg" width="519" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Blacksmith Shop</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div>What I like most is, obviously, the realism shown. From what I understand, all of the different structures and figurines show shops and homes and workers that would have been around during the time of Christ's birth and His lifetime. </div><div>And if you are not a believer, it still shows accurately life of 2000 years ago.</div><div>Where else can you find that?</div><div>Each figurine has a story card that comes with it, explaining not only the figure's relationship in the story of Christ's birth, but of their occupation...historically.</div><div>For instance, Ruth:</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxpYvmSC2Pg7Fcj_azNHgsCWb8SmTqeIMdQNsQ2fmnzWywp7AjD5vETZg1fuNCn-Hus6-B5_h2yGA1InOj-N3LxOBvMlt908rHO9HupSxjpsRbvvGLsuiEM1Z-H2IbRh_9FyD-2Fw5nwhfVf5FBxL4LFPqCY8s8pjJrg8VopAo0leHv0KLLjlhHdWIkw/s840/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20022%20Historic%20Ceramic%20Houses.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="430" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxpYvmSC2Pg7Fcj_azNHgsCWb8SmTqeIMdQNsQ2fmnzWywp7AjD5vETZg1fuNCn-Hus6-B5_h2yGA1InOj-N3LxOBvMlt908rHO9HupSxjpsRbvvGLsuiEM1Z-H2IbRh_9FyD-2Fw5nwhfVf5FBxL4LFPqCY8s8pjJrg8VopAo0leHv0KLLjlhHdWIkw/w286-h430/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20022%20Historic%20Ceramic%20Houses.jpg" width="286" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ruth...but not <i>the</i> Ruth of the Bible.<br />This Ruth is a bread baker.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><i>The story card that came with the young lady kneading bread is not the Ruth from the <u>Book of Ruth</u> in the Bible, but just the story of a young lady that may or may not had lived and perhaps was one of the many "extras" in the populace of that time.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>"Light crept over the horizon as Ruth, her mother and father arose, dressed and sat down to breakfast. When they had eaten their fill, Ruth jumped up to clear the dishes. "I have a busy day ahead tending the sheep," Ruth's father remarked.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>"And I should visit your sister Rebekah," added her mother. "She may need help with the baby." Ruth nodded and waved goodbye to her mother and father as they walked out into the sunshine.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>The young woman turned her attention to the daily task of baking bread. A special treat would grace their Sabbath that night. Kenan, her sister's husband, brought a basket of wheat from his fields the day before and a fresh-made wheat loaf would take the place of their everyday barley bread.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>Grain for the day's bread was ground first. As Ruth turned the millstone, she fondly recalled childhood memories of working the mill with Rebekah. One child poured the grain into the center hole as the other turned the heavy millstone. Even now the sisters sometimes shared this task, chatting while grinding enough grain for both families.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>Ruth mixed water with a small lump of yesterday's dough for leavening, then added the freshly ground flour and a dash of salt. Kneading dough was hard work: press the dough, push it forward, fold it in half, turn and start over. The rhythm lent itself to a recitation of Ruth's favorite Psalm:</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><i>Psalm 104:1–9</i></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>When the dough was kneaded to the proper consistency, Ruth leaned back to stretch her tired neck and shoulders. The dough was set aside to rise for a few hours. That afternoon Ruth divided and shaped the risen dough enough for three loaves.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>Soon, Ruth's bread turned golden in the oven. </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihpMnxl4jyrKs9RBqkdTVUCT1ba9w6LuKZl14m8JfJ4uwN9_9oIJb7JFZX4lH6n7toMacpR60SR3XkDSeN3jp5g40blnxw8d7yR7OLmAEqlk55DDtBGcA0RENX-Ce8E7LQ1YLcDCS9fFXX6QENaVWQE2qx45S5qA3YR2pRBBy3aT7Rc5DE2iBQFX-ABA/s840/r%202024%20-%2001-22%20034%20Historic%20Ceramic%20Houses.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="767" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihpMnxl4jyrKs9RBqkdTVUCT1ba9w6LuKZl14m8JfJ4uwN9_9oIJb7JFZX4lH6n7toMacpR60SR3XkDSeN3jp5g40blnxw8d7yR7OLmAEqlk55DDtBGcA0RENX-Ce8E7LQ1YLcDCS9fFXX6QENaVWQE2qx45S5qA3YR2pRBBy3aT7Rc5DE2iBQFX-ABA/w511-h767/r%202024%20-%2001-22%20034%20Historic%20Ceramic%20Houses.jpg" width="511" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The Bakery<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">And then there's Dionysius:</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_0crWc4wy7-KqZ5er1IjSC9DNyXjGszDJKCcb9nuxBe9V60jgt6v65ACMaG0Isi2ckKQ_ikgIbIuZgvZChHRW3ujdi8rwWSlugTz_y5oboIiOTxaK-efq_BXx7QLnfvrX_41jcct0vA0CDnPRQQTgNi9_2ikQsDMThWa6WWtQrgf6fZoSs8ds-mRH_g/s840/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20023%20Historic%20Ceramic%20Houses.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_0crWc4wy7-KqZ5er1IjSC9DNyXjGszDJKCcb9nuxBe9V60jgt6v65ACMaG0Isi2ckKQ_ikgIbIuZgvZChHRW3ujdi8rwWSlugTz_y5oboIiOTxaK-efq_BXx7QLnfvrX_41jcct0vA0CDnPRQQTgNi9_2ikQsDMThWa6WWtQrgf6fZoSs8ds-mRH_g/w266-h400/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20023%20Historic%20Ceramic%20Houses.jpg" width="266" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Dionysius, wine maker</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><i>Dionysius's family owned a large vineyard outside of Bethlehem. There they made wine using a traditional wine press hewn from solid rock. The harvest would go into a large stone basin. There, men, women, and children would crush the grapes with their feet. The juice would flow into a second lower basin connected to the first. There it would be left to ferment for a few days. When it stopped bubbling, the juice had become wine. Year after year, Dionysius watched this process unfold, certain he could improve upon the family's traditions. But every time he approached his father, Dionysius's ideas were dismissed. His father would always say that the vineyard was built upon the old ways and those traditions would continue. Dionysius was undeterred. He was certain he could make better wine. During the growing season, he built his own wine press not from stone but from wood. He began with a sturdy barrel inside, his design would effectively separate the crushed fruit and its juice. He crafted a handle-press that would allow him to crush the grapes without relying on the footwork of his friends and neighbors. Then Dionysius waited. As summer began to turn into fall, he sampled the grapes. He knew that those at the northern edge of the vineyard had a brightness unlike the others. At the southern edge, Dionysius found the sweetest grapes, and just beside the watch tower were the grapes with a heartiness that was unmatched. As soon as the grapes were ready, Dionysius picked the fruit from his carefully selected vines and brought it to his wine press. Pressing was much harder than walking on the grapes but somehow Dionysius knew it would yield something extraordinary. As the wine fermented in its barrel, Dionysius joined his friends and neighbors in the old traditions. But when it was time for his father to taste the newly vinted wine, Dionysius switched his father's cup with one filled with wine from his press. Bringing the cup to his lips, Dionysius's father was surprised and declared the harvest the very best the family had ever produced. Dionysius's father knew this was not the wine that had just been drawn from the stone wine press. He looked to his son and together the pair walked to the watch tower where Dionysius had hidden his wine press. His father was amazed. He never imagined a wine with such subtly and dimension could come from something so simple. Father and son agreed that this extraordinary wine had been given to them by God for a very special purpose, and they very carefully stored it in wine jars.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwYPLqs7oS0o02do5vRtRKLxeBFkT-TMbQu4F2cJYPqpwlIywh2PcAte9ari5bem8481qffPvcRzgbnNlJp_3LClohj9xlh1BmlULvY6klzgMLfEGjfgCe0ZnizN3c0QBeS-MHEQ7XlqKjLDTy94vVu55TU-oq86aEmbT9BRBMJSQUxHPDyOFfRK6oFg/s840/r%202024%20-%2001-22%20031%20Historic%20Ceramic%20Houses.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="771" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwYPLqs7oS0o02do5vRtRKLxeBFkT-TMbQu4F2cJYPqpwlIywh2PcAte9ari5bem8481qffPvcRzgbnNlJp_3LClohj9xlh1BmlULvY6klzgMLfEGjfgCe0ZnizN3c0QBeS-MHEQ7XlqKjLDTy94vVu55TU-oq86aEmbT9BRBMJSQUxHPDyOFfRK6oFg/w513-h771/r%202024%20-%2001-22%20031%20Historic%20Ceramic%20Houses.jpg" width="513" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Wine Maker's Shop<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">There is also Antonia, though there is little history for her:</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLB4UFw0DcYN3sa0VI7ybSMWmxrHbEsAby5QlbHZd-tgRhi8iMuQ1dizO7cFNdtNoV1ByX6Mo25ffzqo1pj4mdflPXgoJdAeJVIeHyFoXIjiQuunv2IXW96NI3lz7nRPkp_sxMOvAkrCp9fyAkYUK7mJt0IDdUkak8USBU9n9C1dCa5GuuqTJHqo_mGA/s840/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20024%20Historic%20Ceramic%20Houses.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLB4UFw0DcYN3sa0VI7ybSMWmxrHbEsAby5QlbHZd-tgRhi8iMuQ1dizO7cFNdtNoV1ByX6Mo25ffzqo1pj4mdflPXgoJdAeJVIeHyFoXIjiQuunv2IXW96NI3lz7nRPkp_sxMOvAkrCp9fyAkYUK7mJt0IDdUkak8USBU9n9C1dCa5GuuqTJHqo_mGA/w266-h400/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20024%20Historic%20Ceramic%20Houses.jpg" width="266" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Antonia, village vegetable seller.<br /></span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The story about this figurine is how Antonia visited the Christ Child in the manger, and of how she had nothing to give but the food she had grown. Not that it's a bad story or anything, but I was hoping for more about her own story of what it was like to grow, harvest, then sell the vegetables and the kinds/varieties she sold.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Ah, well, perhaps I may find out more information in my research of the time in which she lived and can include that instead.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7pGr_vxeL1ZYuSSvG93YFoiapZP4ocqdnegZT19mYvNgSVcdom8qbtboE2xTPvE95Y7bvzrGxT6pylVn88UwGtbLoze84NuPI5qWDouuIroMfs-8biFtkGGe1mXptbUbJPQCfWAlaPtGHLVNW-iT0K5Fru1UgXUjSOlMUfPRd3o-m4XY42h7MYGprSw/s840/r%202024%20-%2001-22%20035%20Historic%20Ceramic%20Houses.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="739" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7pGr_vxeL1ZYuSSvG93YFoiapZP4ocqdnegZT19mYvNgSVcdom8qbtboE2xTPvE95Y7bvzrGxT6pylVn88UwGtbLoze84NuPI5qWDouuIroMfs-8biFtkGGe1mXptbUbJPQCfWAlaPtGHLVNW-iT0K5Fru1UgXUjSOlMUfPRd3o-m4XY42h7MYGprSw/w492-h739/r%202024%20-%2001-22%20035%20Historic%20Ceramic%20Houses.jpg" width="492" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Produce Shop</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh-nlukoNS4rPpKc3pShckTtx3jGpxEnMnNP-CY8xGNphQTdXWNlDV-4tbm6ckgwFv3pQUkW89zxGJfBQGl4XhPZxohAStCNiYjZIop44hMFmMELdiFiN8XkvE7UdOqv25QTuoUS4RV3kXgte0f7SxEj6j3aXZUG8B7Y5mBj8f4fu9UciTPUPBwbtQjg/s840/r%202024%20-%2001-22%20036%20Historic%20Ceramic%20Houses.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="741" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh-nlukoNS4rPpKc3pShckTtx3jGpxEnMnNP-CY8xGNphQTdXWNlDV-4tbm6ckgwFv3pQUkW89zxGJfBQGl4XhPZxohAStCNiYjZIop44hMFmMELdiFiN8XkvE7UdOqv25QTuoUS4RV3kXgte0f7SxEj6j3aXZUG8B7Y5mBj8f4fu9UciTPUPBwbtQjg/w493-h741/r%202024%20-%2001-22%20036%20Historic%20Ceramic%20Houses.jpg" width="493" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Fruit & Vegetable Stand</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHoJG15BOLI2luRy-OWnAa88hJepBybAkFzs_MGqHndVK_2DFfvYKzfZ0ybG0ztHwXY2DNlPoyVr1e40cfpV793tsiE_r05e98QSWVrPwUDsuItWD9lt12veyOKbJpZDdodmhrlq2nxe8aVkyyn062UIvnnrllbFecMHOtk95hPfEBpcxTpe3gPMYKFg/s1309/r%202024%20-%2003-11%20013%20Anciet%20Farming%20from%20Books%20and%20Bible.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="811" data-original-width="1309" height="425" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHoJG15BOLI2luRy-OWnAa88hJepBybAkFzs_MGqHndVK_2DFfvYKzfZ0ybG0ztHwXY2DNlPoyVr1e40cfpV793tsiE_r05e98QSWVrPwUDsuItWD9lt12veyOKbJpZDdodmhrlq2nxe8aVkyyn062UIvnnrllbFecMHOtk95hPfEBpcxTpe3gPMYKFg/w687-h425/r%202024%20-%2003-11%20013%20Anciet%20Farming%20from%20Books%20and%20Bible.jpg" width="687" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Another Fontanini miniature...this time a donkey working at the grain mill, </span><span style="font-size: large;">grinding cereal grain into flour, while we have Judah, on the left, holding a sickle, and Lamech, on the right, with his scythe. A great depiction of harvest time of 2000 years ago.</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I've often wondered why Greenfield Village had no ceramic houses available. Then, on a very lucky note in the fall of 2023, I received a surprise gift from an on-line friend and Greenfield Village fan.</div><div><div>As my story goes, I was having a fairly rough day one Monday in late October - it happens, right? I prayed for some "sunshine" to enter. Oh I know...I always seem like everything is fine and dandy, but that's because I don't air the rough details of my life on the internet. Ain't nobody's business but my own, doncha know...</div><div>It was later that day that the sun (Son?) broke through my thick clouds and put a smile on my face, for I received a package in the mail...and look what was inside:</div></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipkR-DUdjnjlmJjKZ8akpuzuVSF-u5OipE8Urz672HZ_NcRooY5-Mqqc5QJ_y94XPAo5pzWArsmTlmw_Tw46PizPMBhSMDF5nkKQrN6ZR9px8QmNJI1Jdkp59QsM3qE_0AXuwkFGcV1ou0C0N7Pw8DobFbsMvzNHAH5h0XIXJ5daR32MLiu_Jy2VhZIg/s1082/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20015%20Historic%20Ceramic%20Houses.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="811" data-original-width="1082" height="519" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipkR-DUdjnjlmJjKZ8akpuzuVSF-u5OipE8Urz672HZ_NcRooY5-Mqqc5QJ_y94XPAo5pzWArsmTlmw_Tw46PizPMBhSMDF5nkKQrN6ZR9px8QmNJI1Jdkp59QsM3qE_0AXuwkFGcV1ou0C0N7Pw8DobFbsMvzNHAH5h0XIXJ5daR32MLiu_Jy2VhZIg/w692-h519/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20015%20Historic%20Ceramic%20Houses.jpg" width="692" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">No...not the pumpkin!<br />On the left we have a ceramic Eagle Tavern.<br />I absolutely love the Eagle Tavern - its history, its food...taverns played a vital role<br />in our nation's history - - my <i>state's</i> history.<br />And on the right, my very favorite building "in history" - the Daggett Farmhouse!<br />I have done extensive historical research on both structures (click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/04/historic-structures-brought-to-life.html">HERE</a> and <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2016/02/bringing-historic-homes-to-life-daggett.html">HERE</a>) and have visited both countless times over the past 40 years or so---you can imagine my thrill and excitement upon seeing the ceramic replications when I opened up the box.<br />I knew I was receiving something, for the person who sent them asked for my address because he said he had something I would like. But I had no idea. And I don't believe he had any idea what these mean to me.</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div><i>Mudlen End Studio </i> was first registered in June 1977 and was dissolved in November of 1993. The registered address for the company was in Felsham, Suffolk, England. The pottery was owned and run by James Hart. <i>Mudlen Originals </i> was established in the US as a result of a collaboration between an American businessman and James Hart, initially marketing models produced by Mudlen End Studios but later making models themselves. The models made for the Henry Ford Museum celebrates a number of the key buildings in the Greenfield Village and were made for sale in the museum shop.</div><div>The only Greenfield Village buildings done by Mudlen Originals that I have seen in on-line searches are</div><div>Daggett House</div><div>Eagle Tavern</div><div>Elias Brown General Store</div><div>Firestone Farm</div><div>Heinz House</div><div>Mack Avenue Ford Plant</div><div>Martha-Mary Chapel</div><div>Scotts Settlement School</div><div>Webster House</div><div>I have no idea if there were any others made. According to a collector on line, these Greenfield Village houses that I listed are in the "Hard to Find to Scarce" category.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgULFo0BTC6daWjGbfETozQRGTtgKGnSG8wjpIjyiF6OvvDaTnwc8LJVVHyBdlmaKGmtbgjuycCAzkDabD4rSF1fsBtsnDj8QV5Jxm4kPuhDd3lpJkwR5e8YCwsv3nlryGRL8bMsBKmxH8T-oI1yppuCh4rHu8X9xdcFe9DWanomScyfVOfrAVJGf9tAw/s1178/r%202024%20-%2001-22%20028%20Historic%20Ceramic%20Houses.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="814" data-original-width="1178" height="477" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgULFo0BTC6daWjGbfETozQRGTtgKGnSG8wjpIjyiF6OvvDaTnwc8LJVVHyBdlmaKGmtbgjuycCAzkDabD4rSF1fsBtsnDj8QV5Jxm4kPuhDd3lpJkwR5e8YCwsv3nlryGRL8bMsBKmxH8T-oI1yppuCh4rHu8X9xdcFe9DWanomScyfVOfrAVJGf9tAw/w691-h477/r%202024%20-%2001-22%20028%20Historic%20Ceramic%20Houses.jpg" width="691" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Here is the actual Daggett House, originally built in<br />Connecticut about 1750.</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi92IGfIdwMg_yp0NJFFp7YiWNGHmKRCQAY5rbpMQdSZSmwIw_SqL338p-qx3_ZyxZy0nnJpq0xdAuuqObnfFeZy4tEuzGYH4gkMEoLhQwD-MxejcnVjM2XZUE4GeYK0GVjG7ApySrVEs2NGDesXBbrlwhSra5GB0R5Ae70r9NY7zvrH2Ws3y8C4WQABw/s980/r%202024%20-%2001-22%20016%20Historic%20Ceramic%20Houses.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="765" data-original-width="980" height="538" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi92IGfIdwMg_yp0NJFFp7YiWNGHmKRCQAY5rbpMQdSZSmwIw_SqL338p-qx3_ZyxZy0nnJpq0xdAuuqObnfFeZy4tEuzGYH4gkMEoLhQwD-MxejcnVjM2XZUE4GeYK0GVjG7ApySrVEs2NGDesXBbrlwhSra5GB0R5Ae70r9NY7zvrH2Ws3y8C4WQABw/w688-h538/r%202024%20-%2001-22%20016%20Historic%20Ceramic%20Houses.jpg" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And the <i>Mudlen Originals</i> from roughly the same angle.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaXvHOKvPK0WATSvjUffigr0R_jSzKMcuSPN-Zfi2V_rZlByZyTjFVEFWYUBWk__WIzgwlBkwjYqw3W7Blx2FuSY8NAGPUZGDiz2DqXFHLlauLQxtn4Pr5WtpGrAeCkefTa7PbcqsqQ8dT4hjyXnOOEn47y3e2XIxgfQFI2cilsvc442Wd21FSvCkp-w/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-22%20015%20Historic%20Ceramic%20Houses.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="456" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaXvHOKvPK0WATSvjUffigr0R_jSzKMcuSPN-Zfi2V_rZlByZyTjFVEFWYUBWk__WIzgwlBkwjYqw3W7Blx2FuSY8NAGPUZGDiz2DqXFHLlauLQxtn4Pr5WtpGrAeCkefTa7PbcqsqQ8dT4hjyXnOOEn47y3e2XIxgfQFI2cilsvc442Wd21FSvCkp-w/w686-h456/r%202024%20-%2001-22%20015%20Historic%20Ceramic%20Houses.jpg" width="686" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Here is the<i> Mudlen Originals </i>version of the Eagle Tavern.<br /><i>So </i> well done!</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCKNBRYaWLMlSb5TGheQOZPMdrGeps8B9LFQp-UJjxcEylqt_a3tjoHeFqTKhYPWkLzzgeUCmGKAkwciHSjSq7eXfP2Aq5RfZN278rnXH67dOb7xNac3fNMXoO2m7NVMk2daGTNDMGE_ZOWRtysk6k77W2_NajDStt1RsK7o7hs4pgt3AFQ9dCn3OYsw/s1426/r%202024%20-%2001-22%20027%20Historic%20Ceramic%20Houses.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="808" data-original-width="1426" height="390" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCKNBRYaWLMlSb5TGheQOZPMdrGeps8B9LFQp-UJjxcEylqt_a3tjoHeFqTKhYPWkLzzgeUCmGKAkwciHSjSq7eXfP2Aq5RfZN278rnXH67dOb7xNac3fNMXoO2m7NVMk2daGTNDMGE_ZOWRtysk6k77W2_NajDStt1RsK7o7hs4pgt3AFQ9dCn3OYsw/w690-h390/r%202024%20-%2001-22%20027%20Historic%20Ceramic%20Houses.jpg" width="690" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And here is the original Eagle Tavern, a bit tree covered but still can be seen.<br />Built here in Michigan around 1831.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>I guess it's just what I needed (as The Cars once sang)~</div><div>Just a bit of Greenfield Village in my own home.</div><div>Thank you so much to the person who sent these to me - you know who you are.</div></div><div>These will be treasured.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">.</span><span style="font-size: large;"> . </span><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: x-large;">.</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I am being told through magazine articles and other means that I should be getting rid of things like my collectibles - things that mean something to me...things I enjoy - because my kids won't want them after I die, and they'll be the ones to have to get rid of everything and they shouldn't have to go through all of that 'work.'</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I like what I have...and I'm not dead yet. I like my stuff. My kids can do whatever they'd like with it after I'm gone. But I'm still here now and if I like what I have, and if my stuff makes me feel good and happy, why should I get rid of it? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">By the way, just the other day, while standing in line at the post office, I met a (young) woman who collects perfume - old perfume. Some of which goes all the way back into the 1920s! Perfume is not my thing but I think it is so very cool for her! And I encouraged her to keep it up.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Aren't hobbies awesome? Keep what you like - - - - </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Until next time, see you in time.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>For more on my studies of the B.C. & early A.D. period and the books I have of this time, click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/02/history-according-to-time-life-more.html">HERE</a></div><div>For information on ancient farming, please click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/05/ancient-farming-in-bc-and-early-ad-eras.html">HERE</a></div>For more about the Daggett House, please click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2016/02/bringing-historic-homes-to-life-daggett.html">HERE</a> </div><div>To learn more about "The Chosen," please click <a href="https://thechosen.tv/en-us?gad=1&gclid=Cj0KCQiAr8eqBhD3ARIsAIe-buNW7yniPVQvODTKi_86SCIblo0fdhe50wXwkK-8nPCR-2ALa5fSJ1waAr5gEALw_wcB">HERE</a><br />To learn more about The Eagle Tavern, please click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/04/historic-structures-brought-to-life.html">HERE</a><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">~~~~~~~~~~</span>----------------<span style="color: #2b00fe;"><b>~~~~~~~~~~</b></span></div><br /></div><br />Historical Kenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04979801752112100293noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56451385109293718.post-15243741122707210382024-01-15T11:00:00.000-05:002024-01-15T11:00:23.354-05:00A Civil War Christmas and a Colonial 12th Night<div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>“These are the shadows of the things that have been,” said the Ghost. “They will have no consciousness of us.”</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>As the words are spoken, you pass through the wall of time, and find yourself standing upon an open country road, with fields on either hand. The modern city had entirely vanished. Not a vestige of it was to be seen. The darkness and the mist had vanished with it, though an overcast sky remained.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>You are conscious of a thousand odors floating in the air, each one connected with a thousand thoughts, and hopes, and joys, and cares from a long ago distant time...</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">(Thanks to Charles Dickens for this inspiration)~</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #6aa84f;">**</span> <span style="color: #cc0000;">**</span> <span style="color: #6aa84f;">**</span> <span style="color: #cc0000;">**</span></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I reenact two time periods: 18th century (the Revolutionary War Period of 1765-1789)</div><div style="text-align: center;">and</div><div style="text-align: left;">the mid-19th century (the era of the American Civil War 1861-1865).</div><div style="text-align: left;">Therefore, lucky for me, often I have two Christmastide parties to attend!</div><div style="text-align: left;">In past years, both parties - gatherings, if you will - took place at the Eastpointe 1872 school house. It is unfortunate that this year the school house is going through a few struggles and had to shut its doors until springtime.</div><div style="text-align: left;">So new locations had to be found.</div><div style="text-align: left;">For our Civil War party, the Dearborn Historical Museum's McFadden Ross House ended up being the new location.<div>The McFadden Ross House was built in 1839 and was originally the powder magazine for the Detroit Arsenal at Dearbornville (Dearborn's original name). As built, it was a relatively basic building with thick walls that can still be seen today.</div><div>Following the closure of the Arsenal in 1875, the powder magazine building was sold to Nathaniel Ross who, in 1882-1883, began converting the structure into a farm house and homestead for his family. Nearly 70 years later, in 1950, the house’s last inhabitant, Mary Elizabeth “Lizzie” Ross, willed the structure to the City of Dearborn to become part of the Dearborn Historical Museum. After substantial renovations, the McFadden-Ross House officially opened as a Museum in 1956.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNJrNMevPPf7FpQERiWYZ45e_VfNqmjruHRcuiiqTOe093IVeTC68V30amuEUk2eTN56RZqD0Y8hyphenhyphen8Yc4S8vKtrmJlAtPbISKkwnuduvQofW6YAFhtuMW1TVghcRphwo7eS6o9by_30wBi5r4Gk1y8d58icMUx1KmFa5c885IkNrcBDjzuZwvGfHMHMg/s1712/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20048%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="816" data-original-width="1712" height="328" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNJrNMevPPf7FpQERiWYZ45e_VfNqmjruHRcuiiqTOe093IVeTC68V30amuEUk2eTN56RZqD0Y8hyphenhyphen8Yc4S8vKtrmJlAtPbISKkwnuduvQofW6YAFhtuMW1TVghcRphwo7eS6o9by_30wBi5r4Gk1y8d58icMUx1KmFa5c885IkNrcBDjzuZwvGfHMHMg/w686-h328/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20048%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" width="686" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The brick building is the McFadden Ross House, and the smaller house in back there is the Gardner House.</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>The grounds of the Dearborn Historical Museum also cares for The Gardner House.</div><div><div>Originally located in the Scotch Settlement area of Dearborn Township, the Gardner House was built in 1832 by Richard Gardner, one of the original settlers of the area, and he and his wife - with their ten children - lived in the relatively small house for many years. </div></div><div>The Gardner House was originally restored by Henry Ford's team and brought over to his Greenfield Village. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjORDR1BPo0lV9f6iNCRkUoOJrG1fQB_Uw8SUp8F-N_aM8eYMqtcpooafHTZKBsi71f-rKfvsKJ8kWd6XBOAkJeMjTnQ7tEwR34AnMAEIGeG4tFhrmMGz9NHKKmOKRGzXhdxY46pL1AfawOqbdLlEqGJFPXPoMcVazJGhOKFfRDVRbTjNf2XAdQIblt4g/s830/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20015%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="830" data-original-width="680" height="674" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjORDR1BPo0lV9f6iNCRkUoOJrG1fQB_Uw8SUp8F-N_aM8eYMqtcpooafHTZKBsi71f-rKfvsKJ8kWd6XBOAkJeMjTnQ7tEwR34AnMAEIGeG4tFhrmMGz9NHKKmOKRGzXhdxY46pL1AfawOqbdLlEqGJFPXPoMcVazJGhOKFfRDVRbTjNf2XAdQIblt4g/w552-h674/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20015%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" width="552" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Andy & Sue move up to the front door of the 1832 Gardner House, <br />once located in Greenfield Village.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>Ford recounted his own personal memories of the Gardner House: <i> "This morning I was by a home called the Gardner Home, where, as a boy, I used to frequently stop when I was coming back from Detroit at a late hour. Rather than go on to the house and disturb my father, I would sleep with the Gardner boys. This morning I was by that house because we plan on removing it to the historic village we are about to build."</i></div><div>The structure was in place inside Greenfield Village by June of 1929 and remained there until 1996 when it was removed to the premises of the Dearborn Historical Museum. I've never read why it was removed, but I am glad it is still being cared for and people can still tour it. </div><div>I personally think it's a shame that this wonderful building, which meant so much to Henry Ford, was removed from Greenfield Village, for it is a very fine example of an 1830s home, something not seen very often. Thank God that at least we can still visit this historic structure.</div><div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEGLSuMpcVx8eWTx4cMRZa9uIzy_gipgHUCvAGZA0Ba5mwDpSYzrh7YQqWt_3rOYszEI5sxw8hqlkI8pPZgWkLncnZCqD1HzPKqxZw8BhdSxQosOyMtmBjnDi_Eu3Ee7TG6rCDIC3vE5PjED2C5FmESuYAWx4Y4SU4BBa6X0leDEVHblD9eVc8_YUhOQ/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20003%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEGLSuMpcVx8eWTx4cMRZa9uIzy_gipgHUCvAGZA0Ba5mwDpSYzrh7YQqWt_3rOYszEI5sxw8hqlkI8pPZgWkLncnZCqD1HzPKqxZw8BhdSxQosOyMtmBjnDi_Eu3Ee7TG6rCDIC3vE5PjED2C5FmESuYAWx4Y4SU4BBa6X0leDEVHblD9eVc8_YUhOQ/w640-h426/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20003%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Another photo of Andy & Sue at the Gardner House.<br />It was closed up on the day of our party.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div>Though we were not able to go inside this historic home during the day of our party, I do have photos I took a few years back when I visited and had a tour:</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOw57C4B4sisFcaDkWl0XHcK0AGiFVD-gkB74Ez00jahVeghB5kuyhW5HYSrtFfT6ttE6Q9Sahu0PDb-KaBSnK8JXCfZyInUkv-ArYggz9VatNdphJ_xlTnig-BAfILo8brF0Ka3e99WQzizo7zH71HEAjVA_UhuIbjBS4hEM8IkfToC2IDvYYKhOVVA/s909/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20016%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="682" data-original-width="909" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOw57C4B4sisFcaDkWl0XHcK0AGiFVD-gkB74Ez00jahVeghB5kuyhW5HYSrtFfT6ttE6Q9Sahu0PDb-KaBSnK8JXCfZyInUkv-ArYggz9VatNdphJ_xlTnig-BAfILo8brF0Ka3e99WQzizo7zH71HEAjVA_UhuIbjBS4hEM8IkfToC2IDvYYKhOVVA/w640-h480/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20016%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The kitchen</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwqGY4K1CfsonCfy_hyphenhyphencPdi60LamgW0yoTvF5FfXA78OLWg7oEQYWGisYSWd1o8D1dVSy198UfBKIQDS4PxJZ6NLDm6bCudsx7LqVqoPjfrzJqEa4BGOvXUVWAlujgB2Aze9fK_6xlRKKtOJWEAJxXWgD6_XG0lP7SeuTo0Va6mjp9k2QqNSkmoKuH2g/s909/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20017%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="909" data-original-width="682" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwqGY4K1CfsonCfy_hyphenhyphencPdi60LamgW0yoTvF5FfXA78OLWg7oEQYWGisYSWd1o8D1dVSy198UfBKIQDS4PxJZ6NLDm6bCudsx7LqVqoPjfrzJqEa4BGOvXUVWAlujgB2Aze9fK_6xlRKKtOJWEAJxXWgD6_XG0lP7SeuTo0Va6mjp9k2QqNSkmoKuH2g/w480-h640/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20017%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The hearth in the kitchen.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNhoc4ecnOwwkLt4v1g4QjmOEj12f1sI65bmUZwBP4ygSFPmnIJjfASXN8Hj4IjD7p3Z5-WvHxcq_GwVkzKnYUzyIOsfquB0rYi_vnhjrkPUjADbpK7Rvc5_N-zhQ0sEf23stoDzWlCZJAfuJ0yx4bP7YJjBTA6Dfh7L0HJ80Um3vUY8xelFpi_iDKCw/s909/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20018%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="682" data-original-width="909" height="515" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNhoc4ecnOwwkLt4v1g4QjmOEj12f1sI65bmUZwBP4ygSFPmnIJjfASXN8Hj4IjD7p3Z5-WvHxcq_GwVkzKnYUzyIOsfquB0rYi_vnhjrkPUjADbpK7Rvc5_N-zhQ0sEf23stoDzWlCZJAfuJ0yx4bP7YJjBTA6Dfh7L0HJ80Um3vUY8xelFpi_iDKCw/w686-h515/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20018%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" width="686" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A portion of the master bed room.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></div><div>So now we will enter the beautiful McFadden-Ross House where our party took place, looking as it would have 150+ years ago:<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1D-w8fAGVZkSrHbrOi3K7T5r7inKxbXWxDvAAksHdyyxkCBDHteevu8cFlkEwdobe9Hwo0DMVm5cypTvAm10WyIx4BzxOqiYWWt1BVckVkcByUUnOTg2nIoQW0gzd1XRLow9v4ZKz69rG0u_8JdWgTJQZauPJOQRVH03QjTpCH3GpBqoSK4sk7schQA/s840/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20004%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="786" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1D-w8fAGVZkSrHbrOi3K7T5r7inKxbXWxDvAAksHdyyxkCBDHteevu8cFlkEwdobe9Hwo0DMVm5cypTvAm10WyIx4BzxOqiYWWt1BVckVkcByUUnOTg2nIoQW0gzd1XRLow9v4ZKz69rG0u_8JdWgTJQZauPJOQRVH03QjTpCH3GpBqoSK4sk7schQA/w523-h786/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20004%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" width="523" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Mrs. St. John admires the tree ornaments.<br />Vickie is a long-time reenactor who oftentimes likes to <i>take it up<br />a notch or two</i>. In fact, just a week following this party, she <br />(along with friend Amanda) went ice skating at Campus Martious<br />in downtown Detroit...wearing their 1860s winter clothing---so cool!<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1ZRmtvnoB2K-UtBTyZq2da43DXYpojVZg8SwT5N4sZk7lZRHmHhh07Mt0TimP4o2bwVl-u0Nk7biny6PqKn6i7W30yI-wUT4-7WWpuupSeKToPJu7V8wd1uMbeIUMBs5E0u2NQ4fEyArA4GeAXSPErbyB8zN4ZUyTYJkENgEmnNKYxcCe5C5eJiGZuQ/s800/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20019%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="600" height="707" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1ZRmtvnoB2K-UtBTyZq2da43DXYpojVZg8SwT5N4sZk7lZRHmHhh07Mt0TimP4o2bwVl-u0Nk7biny6PqKn6i7W30yI-wUT4-7WWpuupSeKToPJu7V8wd1uMbeIUMBs5E0u2NQ4fEyArA4GeAXSPErbyB8zN4ZUyTYJkENgEmnNKYxcCe5C5eJiGZuQ/w530-h707/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20019%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" width="530" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I love this picture!<br /><div style="text-align: center;">Vickie told me they received lots of "wows" from the other skaters </div><div style="text-align: center;">who were dressed in more modern attire~</div><div style="text-align: center;">I bet they did~~~</div><div style="text-align: center;">Vickie, this is awesome!</div>This should have been on the TV news!<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>Okay---back to the party - - - - - - </div>This next photo leaped out at me as I sat on the sofa. </div><div>It just seemed as if the 1860s came alive in an un-posed, natural way. In fact, afterward I attempted to recreate it and improve on it by posing everyone, but upon looking at all of those replicated pictures, I felt that this, the original <i>un-posed</i> snapshot, turned out to be the best:<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpp1eRct-qYA4lYD3Chk33-Y7wXZaPgonlVEfDM_yhJeum1-LnhrDQK04uXoXoEBGVFPuz9aqGNiw05x9O5bHmogvq7YVWV1m0KfV7P_Gda11MbYkQ2ep_UqLFtEmVUeFTz63cWd9w1Rnn4ij3ansO7XM13NbpG0g0ZD9WB4tsmyxu9itXSs-pw48k3w/s840/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20005%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="798" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpp1eRct-qYA4lYD3Chk33-Y7wXZaPgonlVEfDM_yhJeum1-LnhrDQK04uXoXoEBGVFPuz9aqGNiw05x9O5bHmogvq7YVWV1m0KfV7P_Gda11MbYkQ2ep_UqLFtEmVUeFTz63cWd9w1Rnn4ij3ansO7XM13NbpG0g0ZD9WB4tsmyxu9itXSs-pw48k3w/w532-h798/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20005%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" width="532" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The husband and wife team of Roberto and Melody, <br />with their three daughters.</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>Oftentimes there will be canned (recorded) music at such parties. Sometimes that just can't be helped for whatever reason. I love the fact that we have live music - just a simple fiddle and/or a piano, just as parties in days of old.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO0Vx9EVbjeNwHm_zEsOzDwolNJeBHgUeGuCE4arsHo5HhlkNdYlZedsCp-1zlDuOT4RAhJJwCRUtw3r4v45Hi64TePpgVY_TVQzb22FE5UdfHv1f8B6_Jedz_V-AMsUKdI041GQJf805fi24eTbCjjTzvF7DKLewrGsenLZHVWZTO595S43_G2MM1rA/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20006%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="457" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO0Vx9EVbjeNwHm_zEsOzDwolNJeBHgUeGuCE4arsHo5HhlkNdYlZedsCp-1zlDuOT4RAhJJwCRUtw3r4v45Hi64TePpgVY_TVQzb22FE5UdfHv1f8B6_Jedz_V-AMsUKdI041GQJf805fi24eTbCjjTzvF7DKLewrGsenLZHVWZTO595S43_G2MM1rA/w687-h457/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20006%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" width="687" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Pearl played fiddle and Peter played piano - old-time carols and popular tunes of the day were played as the two dueted and Vickie & Amelia sang along.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4uh5y0x7sEk7FqMtI_TMocyjSoYYzKylPhTGQyah7ws4-Ga7xcFmc15XDl-rSdWxtRdiu6L7_LryG7PCbdo4PUUn_RAwC2ipH31HTABdRCyOGVpWhNprbTUFyaZ3JpcnhuOzYX8Pk4410MW9_ME3CMKCrp3Te3XOPpo00rYHNLSrZxfuC4gR4ElGUhw/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20007%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="456" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4uh5y0x7sEk7FqMtI_TMocyjSoYYzKylPhTGQyah7ws4-Ga7xcFmc15XDl-rSdWxtRdiu6L7_LryG7PCbdo4PUUn_RAwC2ipH31HTABdRCyOGVpWhNprbTUFyaZ3JpcnhuOzYX8Pk4410MW9_ME3CMKCrp3Te3XOPpo00rYHNLSrZxfuC4gR4ElGUhw/w686-h456/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20007%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" width="686" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">In fact, some were enticed to dance, though there was little room.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOk3EOZsO9geLmimJvkI3xzE4yKQ381wcMJxNNXrNdsXzX_MUHghyphenhyphenTHq_BSpSzvCm6H0zDfo8Hv88OFnRJbFnylohJ9Y9YNghZGyb6QpU5w5tz7rnyG8cytqxcB1Bi45AwN8kZR3N8Y1ovSkKTc_853xDeED-qTV74acNuZO4sgIVEMEGywy6rnbtqhA/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20012%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOk3EOZsO9geLmimJvkI3xzE4yKQ381wcMJxNNXrNdsXzX_MUHghyphenhyphenTHq_BSpSzvCm6H0zDfo8Hv88OFnRJbFnylohJ9Y9YNghZGyb6QpU5w5tz7rnyG8cytqxcB1Bi45AwN8kZR3N8Y1ovSkKTc_853xDeED-qTV74acNuZO4sgIVEMEGywy6rnbtqhA/w688-h458/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20012%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">We in the <i>colonial cabin crew</i> also found ourselves in the 1860s together.<br />Jackie, myself, and Larissa.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit6X_FB63qaCJdZER1ZQd4XyEF3RSYxcfuX1RoYDNpQlnXpoyMFK20BFFDTiUeGHKVMoT2vPRap-S_Tl6g4zOnMXpybMKPYBeAcg17dhlOXz8fjTiVgWCqVUn0rmvilVzyfC8q5HZL3alxQy6K_Wpc5lzOVe_tKZbMqOZ7CX7wIOTDBlxGiK2PaK42KQ/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20008%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="459" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit6X_FB63qaCJdZER1ZQd4XyEF3RSYxcfuX1RoYDNpQlnXpoyMFK20BFFDTiUeGHKVMoT2vPRap-S_Tl6g4zOnMXpybMKPYBeAcg17dhlOXz8fjTiVgWCqVUn0rmvilVzyfC8q5HZL3alxQy6K_Wpc5lzOVe_tKZbMqOZ7CX7wIOTDBlxGiK2PaK42KQ/w690-h459/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20008%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" width="690" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I was joined by Larissa & Jackie as I sat on the sofa, and we were acknowledging each other's cool period shoes. So, we snapped a picture of them. Well, others got in on the action and next thing you know, my men's shoes were surrounded by all the lovely lady shoes.<br />It's interesting to see the different styles people wore 160 years ago.<br />Can you guess which are mine? lol<br />Yup---brand new and only worn once - purchased at the Jackson muster last year.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div>The food everyone brings - a potluck of sorts - is always enough to fill one's belly.</div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-arcbYBQ_qU7TKiL9W6z2xJlux9aMtTD_gvkqifii83IpJrj8acvnyqBEYwY0Wkp72JbZV7diIZhBYnf7apPJp4K537_jldRaDhs8LEU6EQL-Fy0Tt6NOWm6swhOqAlWhFpPWXz-wF7zNngU9sRQGeMQlC9ciJ9Ef8WrN50QBDVLk2o-Qz_QCfiKieA/s2000/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20009%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="934" data-original-width="2000" height="321" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-arcbYBQ_qU7TKiL9W6z2xJlux9aMtTD_gvkqifii83IpJrj8acvnyqBEYwY0Wkp72JbZV7diIZhBYnf7apPJp4K537_jldRaDhs8LEU6EQL-Fy0Tt6NOWm6swhOqAlWhFpPWXz-wF7zNngU9sRQGeMQlC9ciJ9Ef8WrN50QBDVLk2o-Qz_QCfiKieA/w689-h321/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20009%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" width="689" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption"><div><span style="font-size: medium;">We had quite the feast to eat, including ham, mac & cheese, mashed potatoes, </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">green beans, soup, stuffing, and desserts.</span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguGG4fpFF_BWGqSyMosDTyXYoV_hYwUdGr84NtnCY-SgfmznB1r5G9t8_Cs2uF_07NJtISHmNL3HwsFkSVG7uZeoebpbWiEbW5qpcJmxxRPYFHl-Fs9dExu4yIhdb2bhymokkEqdqlB0PZa07CHFDwEdXXUgCJcL1t_VROGBEqIi_HRuw98GdxNmoJ5g/s2048/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20010%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg"><img border="0" data-original-height="922" data-original-width="2048" height="307" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguGG4fpFF_BWGqSyMosDTyXYoV_hYwUdGr84NtnCY-SgfmznB1r5G9t8_Cs2uF_07NJtISHmNL3HwsFkSVG7uZeoebpbWiEbW5qpcJmxxRPYFHl-Fs9dExu4yIhdb2bhymokkEqdqlB0PZa07CHFDwEdXXUgCJcL1t_VROGBEqIi_HRuw98GdxNmoJ5g/w683-h307/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20010%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" width="683" /></a></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUApV3ekYx5MipiN2uETCTzFu6sndhcxsS248aPR88QsuEWS1vOULa012JqS6dQiti1fVKgLUjmEGJdsPkzZCcBqbb0AQEsV6kEvTTDSgj05fnPkwgQWbRWFRwMy6iA98M9ECxXeXEWDprGikAXPa062F6suS1cQfcAWEJfpp59dGrfzRxy6ldQyiLTg/s840/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20013%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="828" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUApV3ekYx5MipiN2uETCTzFu6sndhcxsS248aPR88QsuEWS1vOULa012JqS6dQiti1fVKgLUjmEGJdsPkzZCcBqbb0AQEsV6kEvTTDSgj05fnPkwgQWbRWFRwMy6iA98M9ECxXeXEWDprGikAXPa062F6suS1cQfcAWEJfpp59dGrfzRxy6ldQyiLTg/w551-h828/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20013%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" width="551" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Mr. & Mrs. Kushnir<br />Ian is President of the 21st Michigan. <br />Carrie will often portray my domestic servant at certain reenactments.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_LD4QDlbrsFlkc6CfhfnjHHZSglyUSFqFdbCs-LzyR3Ydk9q936qngNxyMoNY4mjhkj0z0wO3HpEDDvL7p6T9f4lR-YDs8JjbfjhYxw6HGgJewDb6KQWgXKzhCHtUOkVDPTuWVVHPhGqac66I-v9Lj3ndB-lvChgpgP6Y7bsdsxNfgKPBIRvOE_2Zdw/s840/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20014%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="899" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_LD4QDlbrsFlkc6CfhfnjHHZSglyUSFqFdbCs-LzyR3Ydk9q936qngNxyMoNY4mjhkj0z0wO3HpEDDvL7p6T9f4lR-YDs8JjbfjhYxw6HGgJewDb6KQWgXKzhCHtUOkVDPTuWVVHPhGqac66I-v9Lj3ndB-lvChgpgP6Y7bsdsxNfgKPBIRvOE_2Zdw/w597-h899/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20014%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" width="597" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Mr. & Mrs. Lynch<br />They used to own and run the popular "Dressmaker's Shop" years back.<br />That is no longer, so now they can enjoy reenacting.<br />We're very glad to have them as part of the membership of the 21st Michigan.</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCIBPZzCGZ9XhkRuGStsptNOBmZyxQZggoTmA_4_8nqcmZwFCAJLpluCtkMSqEaHsLfMogwi5BgIfkc4uINwbn1rrVSGh3PICQRn1mmjjKbvoWTGzOZ1c1k-Z2JDRl8uEcHb_0KrDpfHem6eU2-W_V3LZ8lKY8njOatR7bVhFveiptLphp4cMKdXPByQ/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20049%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCIBPZzCGZ9XhkRuGStsptNOBmZyxQZggoTmA_4_8nqcmZwFCAJLpluCtkMSqEaHsLfMogwi5BgIfkc4uINwbn1rrVSGh3PICQRn1mmjjKbvoWTGzOZ1c1k-Z2JDRl8uEcHb_0KrDpfHem6eU2-W_V3LZ8lKY8njOatR7bVhFveiptLphp4cMKdXPByQ/w689-h458/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20049%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" width="689" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Mrs. Assenmacher</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgauSErOxjIwT-dD2NTKiJ8UB0xcMUwai7LUPN_USR3QD4iXFmebe7mPBT0m6_8MCzZ-TZNNUZOWfW11CWMyklfiVI5t3EcYGkPgpgBWhHCfVtNwg89SMitCV6nZW6GOML4MnS2V1-RY1cM5Hj0Maji-vNrn_jRWrgDuX75UnlBA9J_kEjXfkQX0TRvqQ/s819/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20050%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="819" data-original-width="614" height="720" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgauSErOxjIwT-dD2NTKiJ8UB0xcMUwai7LUPN_USR3QD4iXFmebe7mPBT0m6_8MCzZ-TZNNUZOWfW11CWMyklfiVI5t3EcYGkPgpgBWhHCfVtNwg89SMitCV6nZW6GOML4MnS2V1-RY1cM5Hj0Maji-vNrn_jRWrgDuX75UnlBA9J_kEjXfkQX0TRvqQ/w540-h720/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20050%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" width="540" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Miss Amelia - our newest member~</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeBgB0giFfF115iT_dkk89H0l6rAcDND7P2cKEgTcldJcpLGZl8krCQ5LBBiBeYmld1zhEL5G3NzUKwLDxG8FDZ0035ms8ksBD15XGM6cuRjgtTwgRXYDNVaMPntJzvVYm5nNIY72RsOrdpBw4-diVOFWJLQtEGXuZ4Pm-MuKU7Af27r2WQkZ-tYvPPg/s819/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20051%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="819" data-original-width="614" height="722" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeBgB0giFfF115iT_dkk89H0l6rAcDND7P2cKEgTcldJcpLGZl8krCQ5LBBiBeYmld1zhEL5G3NzUKwLDxG8FDZ0035ms8ksBD15XGM6cuRjgtTwgRXYDNVaMPntJzvVYm5nNIY72RsOrdpBw4-diVOFWJLQtEGXuZ4Pm-MuKU7Af27r2WQkZ-tYvPPg/w542-h722/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20051%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" width="542" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Mr. Cary</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5qj4dnOogS3Akvyrg_8JYhQbVpYDbE3q0HN9wqQDnOskzl6xw42K13M34lv8NgcMgbwXSpmR3L3OiDm1PzdEnfLx-9r90UIKTpDGbovmlMrmzI1E6RBHbkZQnsvTW4WsDv19bkZNQDMH_G5BLWRBgv59IJpVDKPB4pTWv1sd0iTxo9B9esJKuCoFMnA/s840/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20052%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="827" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5qj4dnOogS3Akvyrg_8JYhQbVpYDbE3q0HN9wqQDnOskzl6xw42K13M34lv8NgcMgbwXSpmR3L3OiDm1PzdEnfLx-9r90UIKTpDGbovmlMrmzI1E6RBHbkZQnsvTW4WsDv19bkZNQDMH_G5BLWRBgv59IJpVDKPB4pTWv1sd0iTxo9B9esJKuCoFMnA/w550-h827/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20052%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" width="550" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The Pempeit Family</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div>And, as always, we took a group picture.<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkk7e_yzvaXO-x3eWBlK2sBzZyDzKeDEBpYfXO_e5KfKL2z2-AFWY8v8-axA3hUg0mxVDlTZaTAhHuW7-RkT-IVgz9dOJnHklqCTi7UI4tfN8krX3DtjF395lxwLdK1AOBhpmEL07TC1PgMX5-MyhT5kzRedsP14SjEHpeUDf7BH-a4FJslbdAyUU57g/s2000/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20011%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="934" data-original-width="2000" height="322" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkk7e_yzvaXO-x3eWBlK2sBzZyDzKeDEBpYfXO_e5KfKL2z2-AFWY8v8-axA3hUg0mxVDlTZaTAhHuW7-RkT-IVgz9dOJnHklqCTi7UI4tfN8krX3DtjF395lxwLdK1AOBhpmEL07TC1PgMX5-MyhT5kzRedsP14SjEHpeUDf7BH-a4FJslbdAyUU57g/w692-h322/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20011%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" width="692" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I honestly enjoy and treasure my friendship with these good folk, and I am so glad<br />to be fortunate enough to travel through time with them.</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div></div></div><div style="text-align: left;">I really liked the new location for our Civil War Christmas party and would like to return to it next year, for it definitely had a very strong and authentic Victorian look upon it, though any more people showing, especially ladies in hoop skirts, and we could have had a rather uncomfortably tight fit.</div><div style="text-align: left;">A conundrum, to be sure...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="color: #6aa84f;">. </span><span style="color: #cc0000;">.</span><span style="color: #6aa84f;"> .</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Well, with the 1872 Eastpointe School House down for the winter, I had to come up with a new location for my 18th century<b>/</b>Revolutionary War-era gathering as well. My first thought was the 1835 Cady Inn, located at Mill Race Village - the same historic village where we hold our Patriot's Day event (Battles of Lexington & Concord) in April.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Luckily for me, 'twas available.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqgCeA5-5btUD8pxBS-FaqkWYQ3_rlyTIQTlWviax2jcFfA-Ns8hyphenhyphenJYm0HTKm8MzH3GIrUsHmSfdOMC98jn5Lpx_YumHDiSr68ft8V4KK7KJJymLxS956khyphenhyphen8JUR9btEqtqZF3lSx8cy0-4iOGGBhVk_hdYBTXJjCUAKDGShyM258-98Uq9Z2AWsentg/s960/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20020%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="517" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqgCeA5-5btUD8pxBS-FaqkWYQ3_rlyTIQTlWviax2jcFfA-Ns8hyphenhyphenJYm0HTKm8MzH3GIrUsHmSfdOMC98jn5Lpx_YumHDiSr68ft8V4KK7KJJymLxS956khyphenhyphen8JUR9btEqtqZF3lSx8cy0-4iOGGBhVk_hdYBTXJjCUAKDGShyM258-98Uq9Z2AWsentg/w689-h517/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20020%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" width="689" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The Cady Inn may have been built in 1835, but the look and feel of both its exterior <br />(it's a saltbox/lean-to architecturally) and interior has little difference to one from <br />the 18th century. </span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCjZdrvwuNTf_QXsu-5YDFC2lj6aNowEdFBaoUtwFewLLIHMqANaUDnNCptGG17zwec3EPYSDXXg-E-YisCbDQmRbV7OwJN1rXToUYTU0xHHIY8cXBxC1Ilh40xRXYh9Cvi48uUaTwb0joh8gU8L6xqIb3nEjfJi_CbRz2AWTKJ1g43xbKsdGYZ4TEmQ/s1104/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20021%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1104" data-original-width="828" height="759" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCjZdrvwuNTf_QXsu-5YDFC2lj6aNowEdFBaoUtwFewLLIHMqANaUDnNCptGG17zwec3EPYSDXXg-E-YisCbDQmRbV7OwJN1rXToUYTU0xHHIY8cXBxC1Ilh40xRXYh9Cvi48uUaTwb0joh8gU8L6xqIb3nEjfJi_CbRz2AWTKJ1g43xbKsdGYZ4TEmQ/w569-h759/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20021%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" width="569" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Brian Dewey took these exterior shots of the Cady, <br />well-showing its lean-to/saltbox style architecture.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;">I snapped a few interior photos:</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggwdnbCNj3zvEU1jl4b9A1TgvZx1cd6PTzSusMWGzwa8bcNRpm62qT4AluV8LQ-Pmj8olYgX7In_1_pmvKlYwCa6P6MeF2qRM7-cyUd6UYGe_E3fXbD7MQ3ZBiXGmUrI15jbll6oKF-wiis26xFtWmtQUS58af_HR5i3F_NQ8OErY3lLEZqjNBoe0wjg/s640/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20001%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="516" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggwdnbCNj3zvEU1jl4b9A1TgvZx1cd6PTzSusMWGzwa8bcNRpm62qT4AluV8LQ-Pmj8olYgX7In_1_pmvKlYwCa6P6MeF2qRM7-cyUd6UYGe_E3fXbD7MQ3ZBiXGmUrI15jbll6oKF-wiis26xFtWmtQUS58af_HR5i3F_NQ8OErY3lLEZqjNBoe0wjg/w688-h516/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20001%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">This portion of the inn became the game room.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6cS4yq9f0X8tLQQR9T8sdP0Y7vcppawPDHc_HOc_bQhiyq6lgepG0pBzmHLogz5MqoZEG6RrDjjVmpoZ1yOvewGxNami_749sfVVUGKSIdXtG2ddl7_N2Cw5MhMAnRSRlGj7cR02nKW-WlTaWQ9_1_qGd0uiGMMxUHq66YEdnD7oFGFrKCLQOJ_eC2g/s1037/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20002%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="778" data-original-width="1037" height="517" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6cS4yq9f0X8tLQQR9T8sdP0Y7vcppawPDHc_HOc_bQhiyq6lgepG0pBzmHLogz5MqoZEG6RrDjjVmpoZ1yOvewGxNami_749sfVVUGKSIdXtG2ddl7_N2Cw5MhMAnRSRlGj7cR02nKW-WlTaWQ9_1_qGd0uiGMMxUHq66YEdnD7oFGFrKCLQOJ_eC2g/w689-h517/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20002%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" width="689" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Here was where the majority of people sat and dined and entertained.</span> </td></tr></tbody></table><div><div>This historical building has been moved only a few blocks from its original location to a quaint open-air museum known as Millrace Village.</div><div>It was built about 1835, and is one of the oldest structures in Northville. It was moved to its Cady Street location sometime in the latter half of the 19th century, and moved again to the Mill Race Village in 1987. This saltbox-style building was not only a tavern but it’s believed to have been a stop on the underground railroad.</div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh274ltItCASoOCpG8wALQPnYWBXjxfah7SyTonrNLh787fm_8-wm47fdrMtsogF65o_hteJBbIe-EF8M1kL1k42tLaXV4hY_-m4X1ahbP_4jBizMO8CyVUU3hTxpihkcTo2sb5WhS7Ceq7VVYbfwY1LELdZ6mzMqNZfuz8pZyObf1oGtMI4kL1hS7Kg/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20022%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="457" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh274ltItCASoOCpG8wALQPnYWBXjxfah7SyTonrNLh787fm_8-wm47fdrMtsogF65o_hteJBbIe-EF8M1kL1k42tLaXV4hY_-m4X1ahbP_4jBizMO8CyVUU3hTxpihkcTo2sb5WhS7Ceq7VVYbfwY1LELdZ6mzMqNZfuz8pZyObf1oGtMI4kL1hS7Kg/w687-h457/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20022%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" width="687" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I am showing off my new scarf that my wife, Patty, made for me.<br />Once raw wool, she skirted and combed and spun on her spinning wheel and finally <br />knitted it for me.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>I learned that scarves have been around since about 1500 B.C. However, they were not like what I am wearing in this picture. They were, instead, more of a fashionable wear...for women! As far as I can find, men wore cravats around their necks. I have not been able to find any source showing men wearing scarves around their necks for warmth in the 18th century.</div><div>I suppose I am a trend setter then! lol<br />My wife made it out of love...and I certainly appreciate it.</div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyMttxBAqIEYOQhcJz0Ehp3_2N-HbTSftEL6RzPunts3SyckSsyuOP4zvc5WZ-bHLk_tv3v6dLK9qD3J5JXZgaXLytTr5TvkDUd1T7akcLfRZ2PO3aBZwRYTLw7EHIcjNYzXQZf1LrT57THYOfE-HUNpbCv2-pAKyiYC9wTgMMnSQJm-JjtSJRypN4tg/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20023%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyMttxBAqIEYOQhcJz0Ehp3_2N-HbTSftEL6RzPunts3SyckSsyuOP4zvc5WZ-bHLk_tv3v6dLK9qD3J5JXZgaXLytTr5TvkDUd1T7akcLfRZ2PO3aBZwRYTLw7EHIcjNYzXQZf1LrT57THYOfE-HUNpbCv2-pAKyiYC9wTgMMnSQJm-JjtSJRypN4tg/w689-h458/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20023%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" width="689" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I brought along the popular 18th century game called Shut The Box that I was gifted <br />with from someone who went to Colonial Williamsburg.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Uv0-_MjqsQ1blfqWj8Qg_Tb_2KWwfdtTnSeG3Tu7gXfgoTmf1phof2P-6oHBFCpdE-pe9AHe3UJXR4qPKLoEwqTajvrJ0HzI69t5MtueByRWmphf-3PlRH8mUM6czfi5-aAz37pAiyJA_Hf-Xh_m3kPtIlssJTKOImhVSX-Sc5Acb-bI-M_7jMgv0Q/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20034%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Uv0-_MjqsQ1blfqWj8Qg_Tb_2KWwfdtTnSeG3Tu7gXfgoTmf1phof2P-6oHBFCpdE-pe9AHe3UJXR4qPKLoEwqTajvrJ0HzI69t5MtueByRWmphf-3PlRH8mUM6czfi5-aAz37pAiyJA_Hf-Xh_m3kPtIlssJTKOImhVSX-Sc5Acb-bI-M_7jMgv0Q/w689-h458/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20034%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" width="689" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">It proved to be a popular past time at the party as well.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0IPiRSxCCMpOa527kxpvyrGyUyYZJV3BPumA7xJ7J68l_czH_BU8BjeWn-m7HFujhwddgjOH4btrzHxtDkPyK9ytFY4YxtOoHQnTi_7DR7kkAIgdGA84rJyA3cHXUdvL4xLEbMVrmZuz71y5cTdsWyYkRsm8rTqZS-xYzF0JSv5Eddf_rwUQeqOCqmA/s1100/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20035%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="825" data-original-width="1100" height="515" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0IPiRSxCCMpOa527kxpvyrGyUyYZJV3BPumA7xJ7J68l_czH_BU8BjeWn-m7HFujhwddgjOH4btrzHxtDkPyK9ytFY4YxtOoHQnTi_7DR7kkAIgdGA84rJyA3cHXUdvL4xLEbMVrmZuz71y5cTdsWyYkRsm8rTqZS-xYzF0JSv5Eddf_rwUQeqOCqmA/w686-h515/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20035%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" width="686" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Chess was also available to play.</span></td></tr></tbody></table>Other games to play were playing cards, dice, and checkers.<br /><div><br /></div><div>We had a variety of delicious food there in which to dine upon:</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOON9jK_DGqUAJUVbu2ibmE2SA0TXi5nCSMmsGBsgVwcPMwsKHnhDM_4tAmdNM1owXzb_1o7PK52VwFxtis_n2fDAUsr8QxM2APKbI2F8Hb479pwqSfvF_QTNx8hZs6rkjYBRB_jGtOsQJWupvnxMaYTdvricDF8-oQakx8VUeSKLRDUVYr5Y4lxKklQ/s960/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20036%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="689" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOON9jK_DGqUAJUVbu2ibmE2SA0TXi5nCSMmsGBsgVwcPMwsKHnhDM_4tAmdNM1owXzb_1o7PK52VwFxtis_n2fDAUsr8QxM2APKbI2F8Hb479pwqSfvF_QTNx8hZs6rkjYBRB_jGtOsQJWupvnxMaYTdvricDF8-oQakx8VUeSKLRDUVYr5Y4lxKklQ/w517-h689/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20036%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" width="517" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Including a couple of pies!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUpQ_sdAbKRkz360j0CkXZhcT2kqe9daSAh1sEfE-g1mYWp1qxuulP93_AOd2Ss-xu_1VMx7giUFmphFrw50d_3de7zEkLL4PoQp675i1pDgXfyuz9vmHVHriwA_g76t8P9z_xLgwkwy7xQac207BYhP_Hz1qYEy24J1rPyVcctuM6SuqS-47EDaT7fw/s840/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20030%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="690" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUpQ_sdAbKRkz360j0CkXZhcT2kqe9daSAh1sEfE-g1mYWp1qxuulP93_AOd2Ss-xu_1VMx7giUFmphFrw50d_3de7zEkLL4PoQp675i1pDgXfyuz9vmHVHriwA_g76t8P9z_xLgwkwy7xQac207BYhP_Hz1qYEy24J1rPyVcctuM6SuqS-47EDaT7fw/w459-h690/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20030%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" width="459" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Charlotte really gave the food table a festive look!<br />One of our very well-to-do guests brought a pineapple!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3xTVxcFexx6UfIZU5xlkfoH9vXGMAT_nScruPRQn7zB5NzVWSYDlwetQGK7xWjeJgWsERvb3hF8ob8O32mw4tl5jJBkIGv2sWWkAb3MnZ3T26ki6er68-V2Z1dKUwB8CJ3yXsZzXM-aV1JQrUshqkO8TkrrJ_CHlMb5vIojEyEtEv1Up57I8Y0VtAmw/s1120/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20024%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="1120" height="523" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3xTVxcFexx6UfIZU5xlkfoH9vXGMAT_nScruPRQn7zB5NzVWSYDlwetQGK7xWjeJgWsERvb3hF8ob8O32mw4tl5jJBkIGv2sWWkAb3MnZ3T26ki6er68-V2Z1dKUwB8CJ3yXsZzXM-aV1JQrUshqkO8TkrrJ_CHlMb5vIojEyEtEv1Up57I8Y0VtAmw/w697-h523/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20024%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" width="697" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Preacher Gerring said a very nice prayer before we ate.<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir5B0AWki2wRZkkyzpmZsa3BHWXZhb1ob9WclDRon9I1nMicABdYxSAbtA5Ak5kp1g8MyDaliu638aT1zKQQ9pnXy8IHqDQARIv7lV_5HISQvNUaiQ7u-MN2FIFYy843-8cOXdZzJzG99smQUOWG1uFyea0SL2odOY-SIRc68_e6CfhZscliReq6LnMg/s1028/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20045%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="839" data-original-width="1028" height="559" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir5B0AWki2wRZkkyzpmZsa3BHWXZhb1ob9WclDRon9I1nMicABdYxSAbtA5Ak5kp1g8MyDaliu638aT1zKQQ9pnXy8IHqDQARIv7lV_5HISQvNUaiQ7u-MN2FIFYy843-8cOXdZzJzG99smQUOWG1uFyea0SL2odOY-SIRc68_e6CfhZscliReq6LnMg/w686-h559/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20045%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" width="686" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">He researches the style of prayers that were said in those days of the 18th century.</span></td></tr></tbody></table></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrXBbVOaV-RwHV0m4pXAeK8HZf3aSZJQquwTigM8eoaHhnElqcNgY9F2ikthBxdXscfH5LAxIWUwoEzytqbCDycUhNO6nvdeXWatJs_om3xVUHHXF2Qab-hCN3tsO294Ojhm2lXwxq-ATjLGzijkKicUQp4S5aRhRvkaFNROZptRu9WFTa-WnbRiMhkA/s1226/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20025%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="752" data-original-width="1226" height="421" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrXBbVOaV-RwHV0m4pXAeK8HZf3aSZJQquwTigM8eoaHhnElqcNgY9F2ikthBxdXscfH5LAxIWUwoEzytqbCDycUhNO6nvdeXWatJs_om3xVUHHXF2Qab-hCN3tsO294Ojhm2lXwxq-ATjLGzijkKicUQp4S5aRhRvkaFNROZptRu9WFTa-WnbRiMhkA/w689-h421/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20025%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" width="689" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I've been planning this party since early December, and one never knows how it could all <br />turn out, but for me it turned out very well. So many friends joined in the fun.<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br />Besides the games mentioned early, such as Shut the Box, Chess, cards, and checkers, we also played old parlor games. What was neat is that there were many who have not come to any of my Christmas gatherings before, and it was great to see the participation during our parlor games and sing-a-longs.<div>As one example, my particular favorite game for this time of year is the 12 Days of Christmas. Yes, <i>that</i> 12 Days of Christmas! You see, this game/song actually began as a memory parlor game, not unlike the more modern electronic "Simon" from a few years back; the rules of the game are simple: each person took a turn recalling the verses the previous person(s) sung, then they add a new verse to the end. If a someone forgets a gift, they had to pay a forfeit that typically involved kissing or giving the others a small gift - perhaps candy (though we played it without the kiss or candy). However, nothing from the now popular Christmas song could be used; no partridges in pear trees, no maids a-milking or drummers drumming...we had to make up our own different "gifts." For instance, eight deer a-running, three puppies, eleven stuffed mushrooms...and a candle in a tree (lol).</div><div>You get the idea.</div><div>It's said this game may go back as far as the 1500s in England.</div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4gDJwD2Crsc3_4AMyVNVjVT3W8mkokkA1Z04t8jMxoLwQchB49J0I_HvIy54Y20BmG4t-guvAR9RJX4oEyQjECKLPbI_pwnsDG7fcWST4WQh1K3LeSiYO3Sxsk-YaUlu0BByNb7q_18UjB39pXGlGPPjMLEWjpdnoEpsj2IyRV5vjCWLV4tpNmePfyw/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20026%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4gDJwD2Crsc3_4AMyVNVjVT3W8mkokkA1Z04t8jMxoLwQchB49J0I_HvIy54Y20BmG4t-guvAR9RJX4oEyQjECKLPbI_pwnsDG7fcWST4WQh1K3LeSiYO3Sxsk-YaUlu0BByNb7q_18UjB39pXGlGPPjMLEWjpdnoEpsj2IyRV5vjCWLV4tpNmePfyw/w640-h426/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20026%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Did we have a good time - - lots of laughing!</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLwYFwBMCKg1WJ9JXmxcCwtMrKGML1xummRsStQitdruXrUu9aUnlbbuZtBbf1SD2SuJF1BaXr6FGGpYQFfHRPf6zRz35lVfLcdOEA4-XzMICumi-SyEr0SzvcA3D4QlcxtfwLo37klwUPOROduXIdI_muYey4-G2pBCITR7_rd9d0t4l9d1Joq-xa1Q/s853/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20027%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="853" data-original-width="600" height="752" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLwYFwBMCKg1WJ9JXmxcCwtMrKGML1xummRsStQitdruXrUu9aUnlbbuZtBbf1SD2SuJF1BaXr6FGGpYQFfHRPf6zRz35lVfLcdOEA4-XzMICumi-SyEr0SzvcA3D4QlcxtfwLo37klwUPOROduXIdI_muYey4-G2pBCITR7_rd9d0t4l9d1Joq-xa1Q/w529-h752/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20027%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" width="529" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Peter Kent was asked to play the fiddle.<br />He is an excellent musician.<br />He reenacts Civil War (as you saw him play the piano at our <br />Civil War Christmas party), WWI, and WWII.<br />Methinks he needs to get in with us 18th century people <br />as well, don't you?<br />We threw a Rev War-era jacket and cocked hat on him <br />so he would fit in.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLbndVZW1qkRjenDNlMNY1WKOb1KWRc7byGbXvKTYxazMjLlJxeTFu5WC3Qawyf43Z4cz5SQ5XPoTjDjMYId7D7-7lk7X4VDBwIlvWL54bRjfJCBrRjaWVzO6srWu-pjMkXrmSQGu_3BdRHnKFklBjIDj6pSfj6BfGyFIwNGnbjbmkukryOLiEatf7xA/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20029%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLbndVZW1qkRjenDNlMNY1WKOb1KWRc7byGbXvKTYxazMjLlJxeTFu5WC3Qawyf43Z4cz5SQ5XPoTjDjMYId7D7-7lk7X4VDBwIlvWL54bRjfJCBrRjaWVzO6srWu-pjMkXrmSQGu_3BdRHnKFklBjIDj6pSfj6BfGyFIwNGnbjbmkukryOLiEatf7xA/w689-h458/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20029%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" width="689" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">He played a number of what was once the standard Christmas carols such as God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen, the Sussex Carol, I Saw Three Ships, and Bring A Torch Jeannette Isabella.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>Besides the Christmas carols of the period, we also did a fun 12th Night song called "Jolly Old Hawk." For this carol there are 12 verses (if that's what they're called in this type of song), and a different person took a verse, and, for the most part it is not necessarily sung, but shouted, more or less:</div><div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b>Jolly old hawk and his wings were grey</b></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Sent to my love on the twelfth-most day</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Twelve old bears and they was a-roaring</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Eleven old mares and they was a-brawling</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ten old cocks crawled out in the morning</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Nine old boars and they was a-quarreling</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Jolly old hawk and his wings were grey</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Sent to my love on the twelfth most day</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Eight old bulls and they was a-blarring</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Seven old calves and they ran before 'em</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Six old cows and they was a-brawling</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Five for a fifth and a fairy</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Jolly old hawk and his wings were grey</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Sent to my love on the twelfth most day</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">A four-footed pig and a three-thistle cock</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And two little birds and a jolly old hawk</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Jolly old hawk and his wings were grey</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Now let us sing</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Who's going to win the girl but me</b></div><div><br /></div><div>This was the first time most here ever heard this so, with that in mind, here is a video taken at the party of us doing it:</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Ows2G4U8Sjo" width="320" youtube-src-id="Ows2G4U8Sjo"></iframe></div>I think we did pretty good! Especially since there was no ale there!</div><div><br /></div><div>Here is another video clip that I took just walking around and filming everyone:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/T8VtbFdegX0" width="320" youtube-src-id="T8VtbFdegX0"></iframe></div><div>We actually also sang The Gloucestershire Wassail, which I hope to capture next year. And I plan to do Jolly Old Hawk again next year...it helped to give that old style "pub" atmosphere.</div><div><br /> </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhatlf-39j90oQHUE2OKFoihFo38JV6PcEDJjVcXr3V8KTca787HIS84Hx7W91JoYYSFeaJbLuDVHCxHCNycXr5VyJ6aUQmBWkL_evhAjapGzEDdFHh-hbm1Y_Y-Jr2Y1yuTlRfPSRtPciU2xfuTGSO_bYm80UDqqfTFAOzrGKtBw5Sy7A4HePeb3rOXg/s779/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20040%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="color: black;"><img border="0" data-original-height="762" data-original-width="779" height="671" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhatlf-39j90oQHUE2OKFoihFo38JV6PcEDJjVcXr3V8KTca787HIS84Hx7W91JoYYSFeaJbLuDVHCxHCNycXr5VyJ6aUQmBWkL_evhAjapGzEDdFHh-hbm1Y_Y-Jr2Y1yuTlRfPSRtPciU2xfuTGSO_bYm80UDqqfTFAOzrGKtBw5Sy7A4HePeb3rOXg/w686-h671/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20040%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" width="686" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Note the porringer at the forefront of the table here.<br />A porringer is a low bowl or dish that was commonly used for containing a wide variety of food and drinks such as bread, vegetables, soups/stews, and milk. </span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-tJEql9TlXclB6w7Lzo15JuDEwccV95ZI4CpNvmSMdSBmjk7kZ0kPdk57uhF4zQCZZt7Dml8AWHFeGj2YLY-rRlJELcYhyvCFJw8JBPW4CJVE5GkEKEx2Smi-evo_O-94oroY0ULqZ1hBc446EH1sYs9so0-GH7NLve43aULF14sF2wRs0XiHhHTJ6w/s907/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20046%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="857" data-original-width="907" height="604" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-tJEql9TlXclB6w7Lzo15JuDEwccV95ZI4CpNvmSMdSBmjk7kZ0kPdk57uhF4zQCZZt7Dml8AWHFeGj2YLY-rRlJELcYhyvCFJw8JBPW4CJVE5GkEKEx2Smi-evo_O-94oroY0ULqZ1hBc446EH1sYs9so0-GH7NLve43aULF14sF2wRs0XiHhHTJ6w/w640-h604/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20046%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Both sides of the table are seen in these two pictures.<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlFKCBON20WZCoaeumRV6Vlq3By_ic4gn5jXk-__HWQnyblD7KbKhueBRzddw51QsMDxL6phUko_WwZb_r17z2WXrewwJjnKk296EuxbsLjceEtwpPHna184IhkKRFPNKmD4xSqPEhxBnkSdQp4pNbILNEiYFtt1JID2tsGWCgk71BXShl6czXhHuttQ/s806/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20041%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="806" data-original-width="605" height="773" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlFKCBON20WZCoaeumRV6Vlq3By_ic4gn5jXk-__HWQnyblD7KbKhueBRzddw51QsMDxL6phUko_WwZb_r17z2WXrewwJjnKk296EuxbsLjceEtwpPHna184IhkKRFPNKmD4xSqPEhxBnkSdQp4pNbILNEiYFtt1JID2tsGWCgk71BXShl6czXhHuttQ/w580-h773/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20041%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" width="580" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The always observant Larissa snapped this picture of our cloaks and hats.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZEOzEja8rX3BlL38skagaXu3cZdFYp7cEM7VlguJUzYw7DlaRkFRtD1Iw6oziGUNlN1ezh_5RFeWyYfFjpt6fIjwcLDR9hPcpKUjb97mkdTDCEHiaZGvvJMTvgGFFTlA6hiNRPov94RsSnNXEE9SxjdtCYVDtzQtqxw7ZobXACJdPfYbJN_bOUI0SGw/s926/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20047%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="926" data-original-width="695" height="788" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZEOzEja8rX3BlL38skagaXu3cZdFYp7cEM7VlguJUzYw7DlaRkFRtD1Iw6oziGUNlN1ezh_5RFeWyYfFjpt6fIjwcLDR9hPcpKUjb97mkdTDCEHiaZGvvJMTvgGFFTlA6hiNRPov94RsSnNXEE9SxjdtCYVDtzQtqxw7ZobXACJdPfYbJN_bOUI0SGw/w591-h788/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20047%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" width="591" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">We simply have to take a selfie!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQTa53xiDTSRlVCFviwLmHV_La_oUA82JFpbbHixDxZ9ddGxGsg3JsxZGUsLGN0fsLvEvG3aMKteKJlj9mvoFkrc27FRXmnYXi0k-vO-l2V06EoQObYol_RIzEGEhuhoYEf5m1Q2_A7S38_XVbuSNErF9uG6F1PY8RrSWh94CHazD1JABb9TkY25TIhw/s840/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20042%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="885" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQTa53xiDTSRlVCFviwLmHV_La_oUA82JFpbbHixDxZ9ddGxGsg3JsxZGUsLGN0fsLvEvG3aMKteKJlj9mvoFkrc27FRXmnYXi0k-vO-l2V06EoQObYol_RIzEGEhuhoYEf5m1Q2_A7S38_XVbuSNErF9uG6F1PY8RrSWh94CHazD1JABb9TkY25TIhw/w589-h885/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20042%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" width="589" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Bob and his daughter Abby</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggQ-KYxDOeIQI0jhBhUs7jkKhYXGf_5FhuiADrSHa2Zf9HXvVhgGbfU3tRfAW2mA7xgFHSkGJ3tkcSTdG33RtqGVqENDlUwQtC2QJBGN5Vj5dTn5sDvLxmnMYNB0DZgR27hlHs_rCyJm7-P4aLmP1kIKU3IWyYI0hHjsIAsv2gGs5IlKBIwV1nBSqSbQ/s768/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20043%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="719" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggQ-KYxDOeIQI0jhBhUs7jkKhYXGf_5FhuiADrSHa2Zf9HXvVhgGbfU3tRfAW2mA7xgFHSkGJ3tkcSTdG33RtqGVqENDlUwQtC2QJBGN5Vj5dTn5sDvLxmnMYNB0DZgR27hlHs_rCyJm7-P4aLmP1kIKU3IWyYI0hHjsIAsv2gGs5IlKBIwV1nBSqSbQ/w600-h640/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20043%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" width="600" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Longtime reenactor, Ken Roberts, with Dr. Bloodsworth (Tom Bertrand).</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9yA5u6RDux-3wftbxa3J4ztsv5S5N-WYG-jAgcIvCCr7tr45m2SG4XVotlzz0P53b3fHHizbX9_72A3iKSdFoGAaHM09AjV86ETAYzVpZadLrvRHw7x6tXzxDbuP-KiJ4F18FDun3mczXUsypVq7ir3m_s8zJ8iw4hyfZ3VR5oAo6OAukYiQeqUhbgQ/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20028%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="461" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9yA5u6RDux-3wftbxa3J4ztsv5S5N-WYG-jAgcIvCCr7tr45m2SG4XVotlzz0P53b3fHHizbX9_72A3iKSdFoGAaHM09AjV86ETAYzVpZadLrvRHw7x6tXzxDbuP-KiJ4F18FDun3mczXUsypVq7ir3m_s8zJ8iw4hyfZ3VR5oAo6OAukYiQeqUhbgQ/w693-h461/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20028%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" width="693" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Conversations abounded, new friendships happened, and old friends reconnected.<br />To me this was a times-past experience, even without 1st person.</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4c3ybNF049H495OVA6LLw6vOs7kAot5HAZrhQXVAE2vrcFmCM_xOMsQuM6FoPQpfPJ91OheiIgQ0wR6DJ-fTcKsB2DNKY7nZidYY17BucLhLQPOu9DJEnqK1hdhrBFNnZF-QeK9saQgifbGsyIJnCcYoWsS56vKzuV96DuZCyHtg5nhmKm4BgNFA3wQ/s806/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20044%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="806" data-original-width="605" height="711" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4c3ybNF049H495OVA6LLw6vOs7kAot5HAZrhQXVAE2vrcFmCM_xOMsQuM6FoPQpfPJ91OheiIgQ0wR6DJ-fTcKsB2DNKY7nZidYY17BucLhLQPOu9DJEnqK1hdhrBFNnZF-QeK9saQgifbGsyIJnCcYoWsS56vKzuV96DuZCyHtg5nhmKm4BgNFA3wQ/w533-h711/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20044%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" width="533" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">That's my son, Robbie, sitting with Brian Dewey & his wife, Sue.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0NX02kkH3KBobn9CET3x1A1JObUePkhurxo1JVZ9lExp64iEJCkZCtdN__4atptDO517fW_RuWkBUWhhv04FcRmBTnHhR2GDux0kadl0rIjaaOCwMW_GyLmmWigRo23H0vX7y86cR_3QcpuCq23jf5u4eUIgaw0F5rK3bC818zKSn2ivFxFMf-UKBZw/s1134/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20038%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="806" data-original-width="1134" height="490" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0NX02kkH3KBobn9CET3x1A1JObUePkhurxo1JVZ9lExp64iEJCkZCtdN__4atptDO517fW_RuWkBUWhhv04FcRmBTnHhR2GDux0kadl0rIjaaOCwMW_GyLmmWigRo23H0vX7y86cR_3QcpuCq23jf5u4eUIgaw0F5rK3bC818zKSn2ivFxFMf-UKBZw/w690-h490/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20038%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" width="690" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Brian and Rebecca~<br />Rebecca has come out to the cabin with us a few years back and, I am pleased to say, <br />she is joining us once again this winter.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; 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margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilEGVzEOUivkTzWm-rnRdLMEFONFpbB_cKVAuuLmzv0yI7e2sAwLREbIwIPv6vempdIeileA426a1ZwfzKEpo07Yz_NXDcQLJBlwEJyONgnffggR9StM0onxzue3ykwCpj-5T9YSEFQvDBXRy8_iVhxqC9wUWC5FmAu4VhWAI5tqq4W7tjHgrPKHmcpg/s907/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20053%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="907" data-original-width="817" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilEGVzEOUivkTzWm-rnRdLMEFONFpbB_cKVAuuLmzv0yI7e2sAwLREbIwIPv6vempdIeileA426a1ZwfzKEpo07Yz_NXDcQLJBlwEJyONgnffggR9StM0onxzue3ykwCpj-5T9YSEFQvDBXRy8_iVhxqC9wUWC5FmAu4VhWAI5tqq4W7tjHgrPKHmcpg/w576-h640/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20053%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" width="576" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Robbie & Rae</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBnLrqNJ74PaIoOAdMH_07qIyd5_iZqtG0Sfi0d6C7idftqdLtxRGmxmvafwmLVv6o9bYmBeT6aL8xso-G2lJddQnRR012PiPJmGkDEHhGFDMaKBxhdpzO7q0efJGzPcwwcEq_6WrM_8SA9mgdBlb4n7sEwmpnAEnYkhmOAxRQBvjNNYpVjwbuh_viZQ/s1104/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20054%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1104" data-original-width="828" height="729" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBnLrqNJ74PaIoOAdMH_07qIyd5_iZqtG0Sfi0d6C7idftqdLtxRGmxmvafwmLVv6o9bYmBeT6aL8xso-G2lJddQnRR012PiPJmGkDEHhGFDMaKBxhdpzO7q0efJGzPcwwcEq_6WrM_8SA9mgdBlb4n7sEwmpnAEnYkhmOAxRQBvjNNYpVjwbuh_viZQ/w547-h729/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20054%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" width="547" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Jim & Ken</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhswH97UNwwmncdeL143T2Vceqp_RkOUVbhzfeglmPvlGXEKE7Ary1A8q1gNctcXeaJkOZVDM4fvFb82NVJBT0uBX6Pe3oHGyPWdw_STiGj-UrLjfCRvxiPaLHQlDkhfEHD2VNJJk1rs_sVZEpN3ur6ban0xcoboWHBwm9jc6BqwarjcIviusfntnkJlg/s828/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20055%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="color: black;"><img border="0" data-original-height="673" data-original-width="828" height="559" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhswH97UNwwmncdeL143T2Vceqp_RkOUVbhzfeglmPvlGXEKE7Ary1A8q1gNctcXeaJkOZVDM4fvFb82NVJBT0uBX6Pe3oHGyPWdw_STiGj-UrLjfCRvxiPaLHQlDkhfEHD2VNJJk1rs_sVZEpN3ur6ban0xcoboWHBwm9jc6BqwarjcIviusfntnkJlg/w689-h559/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20055%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" width="689" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Let's imagine the conversation here...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div><span style="font-size: medium;">"How do you do? How does all at home?"</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">"My dear wife had planned to travel with me here only she felt unwell.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And, some have catched cold but seem to be much mended."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Aye, I am heartily glad to hear this." </span></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Pray, good sir, if I may be so bold as to ask why was tea dumped into the harbor in </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Bast'n on December last?"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Aye. I hear due to unwarranted taxes."</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Pray, Mr. Kula, how has your beer fared this year?"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Indeed my ale has fared well. </span><span style="font-size: medium;">But I am afraid we shall make but little more </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">unless I have help soon."</span></div></div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw6ME9XkAYkKZxh06mPEty1hUaTbH_OjFH7kC5at3E-TE9oFqRZr40GI7JzViFHjzm4pXOmrOjKcED2bawET5I1mJd0EzKwo5Z_GtV2KdLHxvO9HQNNJ_ncVfjNXfgwQeHzcBlxb4xTvQNzpnTcWphr1N5uEVPG0gZU7VR9zyFJfURYzWkdPWrglYg4A/s874/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20037%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="874" data-original-width="847" height="729" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw6ME9XkAYkKZxh06mPEty1hUaTbH_OjFH7kC5at3E-TE9oFqRZr40GI7JzViFHjzm4pXOmrOjKcED2bawET5I1mJd0EzKwo5Z_GtV2KdLHxvO9HQNNJ_ncVfjNXfgwQeHzcBlxb4xTvQNzpnTcWphr1N5uEVPG0gZU7VR9zyFJfURYzWkdPWrglYg4A/w706-h729/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20037%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" width="706" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">No, we don't attempt 1st person, though it would be an interesting project at a meeting sometime.<br /></span></span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div><div><br /></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmdNzXinTYawygcBuwCLX4EyqhazLT67heOEnmhiXRLXLpAhsb8ySSZOgwx8JTuntksk8LTzeezCSFyu63OG_BzVxTrab5tt0gYPuPlScBobK12YwxLdFLWoDZ1Z6pWx7c8k1t8rCbRGs710Gi5HNiy3Cq3aqMPE4Ww6ha5OzB0rfHD30IFZD6l0PUdQ/s4032/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20031%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="714" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmdNzXinTYawygcBuwCLX4EyqhazLT67heOEnmhiXRLXLpAhsb8ySSZOgwx8JTuntksk8LTzeezCSFyu63OG_BzVxTrab5tt0gYPuPlScBobK12YwxLdFLWoDZ1Z6pWx7c8k1t8rCbRGs710Gi5HNiy3Cq3aqMPE4Ww6ha5OzB0rfHD30IFZD6l0PUdQ/w535-h714/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20031%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" width="535" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Guess the lady by her shoe!<br />Can you do it?<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div><br /></div>The only complaint I heard from anyone is that three hours was not enough time. I mean, we ate, sang, played games, and had great conversations. But not everyone could do all these things. So perhaps next year I'll try and have it last a little longer - maybe an extra hour or so.<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAiQtuZWTlZXfJjAbnuiY9HL10WhE4aXjk7TxEOYTaaqa9pJRcprjAdnXSbWBjCx0oqUYK2-jdstRfpLshemjb-X-KDl7YGqwfAcZg-MwxvOj_rYxCvOzZoFjjId8HQaRv-VuO0s3ivJjS_X0ILCrLWX9k4P8meFjmJ1yGdh4QzWNBJUfRaqhG4Fg4QA/s1320/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20032%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="799" data-original-width="1320" height="418" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAiQtuZWTlZXfJjAbnuiY9HL10WhE4aXjk7TxEOYTaaqa9pJRcprjAdnXSbWBjCx0oqUYK2-jdstRfpLshemjb-X-KDl7YGqwfAcZg-MwxvOj_rYxCvOzZoFjjId8HQaRv-VuO0s3ivJjS_X0ILCrLWX9k4P8meFjmJ1yGdh4QzWNBJUfRaqhG4Fg4QA/w689-h418/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20032%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" width="689" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Peter the fiddler took our group picture - thank you sir!<br />Unfortunately, Larry the Brewer left before we took it.<br />Thanks to all who came out - I hope everyone had a good time!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSI6Ce0d6CT7bh7NlyV5OyS0y6dHI-tYeUPgJxNHxmY9CP7b5OEofr2BZB8vK6J6Yr9P1D9H5BwkFVd1QkvSGGgwnPBX5_Lb7qUybaO2BnKhDpZGPGPdRg01e-q_aDcVUVwGtpISlz_YuNMcxOxh6L2xifu5t-VpVNBBEwcUU93YqBEZBK-EdY4qsrDA/s840/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20033%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="799" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSI6Ce0d6CT7bh7NlyV5OyS0y6dHI-tYeUPgJxNHxmY9CP7b5OEofr2BZB8vK6J6Yr9P1D9H5BwkFVd1QkvSGGgwnPBX5_Lb7qUybaO2BnKhDpZGPGPdRg01e-q_aDcVUVwGtpISlz_YuNMcxOxh6L2xifu5t-VpVNBBEwcUU93YqBEZBK-EdY4qsrDA/w532-h799/r%202024%20-%2001-15%20033%20Christmas%20Parties.jpg" width="532" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Just a snap before we go...</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I am very lucky - blessed, in fact - to be a part of two awesome reenacting groups from two different time periods. I love the fact that we do strive for authenticity, as best as we can, and, as my friend Mike used to say, "take our fun seriously."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">“Yule is come and Yule is gone</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and we have feasted well;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">so Jack must to his flail again</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and Jenny to her wheel.” </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Until next time, see you in time.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Besides my own photos, many thanks to these fine photographers:</div><div style="text-align: left;">Andy Assenmacher<br />Charlotte Bauer</div><div style="text-align: left;">Brian Dewey</div><div style="text-align: left;">Larissa Fleishman</div><div style="text-align: left;">Ian Kushnir</div><div style="text-align: left;">Jennifer Long</div><div style="text-align: left;">Vickie St. John</div><div style="text-align: left;">Knute Wales</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">~~ </span><span style="color: #6aa84f;">~~</span><span style="color: red;"> ~~ </span><span style="color: #6aa84f;">~~</span></div></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />Historical Kenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04979801752112100293noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56451385109293718.post-78723789196856150512024-01-08T11:24:00.002-05:002024-01-08T16:20:03.116-05:00A Year in the Life of a Living Historian - the Best of 2023<div><div style="text-align: center;">The best way to understand the way things were in the past is to research, study, then put yourselves in their shoes. Do what they did...understand their lives and times from their environment, not from our time. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><div><i>"If you could build up any muscle to be a historian, I'd say it's the empathy muscle. </i></div><div><i>Go out and do empathy exercises; put yourself in their place."</i></div><div>David McCullough (1933 - 2022 historian and historical author)</div><div><i>"We are tellers of stories, we history folks. Our decorative and utilitarian objects are not merely things, but clues to tales of our past as a country. We don't just purchase a lantern; we investigate how it was used and the significance of the pattern of the piercing of the tin.</i></div><div><i>All of the looking back is also a looking forward as friends and families grow closer just as they would have in early America. Make the right historical environment and let the situations and camaraderie unfold."</i></div><div>Tess Rosch - Publisher Early American Life Magazine</div></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">**</span> ~~ <span style="color: #2b00fe;"><b>**</b></span></div><div><br /></div><div>As I usually do this time of year, I've been sort of reminiscing by spending these bland, gray, wet winter days going over photos and blog posts of all the time travel I have done during the last 12 months. My own personal auld lang syne. </div><div>Just as in previous years, as I scroll through I am always somewhat surprised at how often I find myself wearing period clothing, </div></div><div>So...let's go through...month by month...a year in the past...</div><div>Per usual, the first months of the year is a much slower time in this hobby for us up in the cold north country.</div><div>But it'll pick up.</div><div><br /></div><div><b><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">January</span></b></div><div><div>The year began with the 21st Michigan Civil War Christmas party.</div><div>This is always a fun time with our long-time reenacting friends.</div></div><div>Our Christmas parties are simply a bunch of friends gathered together, enjoying each other's company, laughing, smiling, and enjoying all that's good: friendship.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKF12-UL-bVGeQhFu32HuxgUAP9BwNOEY2TkBR-WpZb5VAft0OXABKFx-Y3LWyPAu28v1p_6-eePQlFkBodGqvxlnKtvT3n_AjkKfSkjO1aenVtdmATXcY7LQBOnaRH3TWC_-sQbvtgEpLBBQdBkXi_4uEa1Uh6n11OlXyB6DOr3PwGaJ3UTEJPz35Vg/s890/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20001%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="890" height="618" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKF12-UL-bVGeQhFu32HuxgUAP9BwNOEY2TkBR-WpZb5VAft0OXABKFx-Y3LWyPAu28v1p_6-eePQlFkBodGqvxlnKtvT3n_AjkKfSkjO1aenVtdmATXcY7LQBOnaRH3TWC_-sQbvtgEpLBBQdBkXi_4uEa1Uh6n11OlXyB6DOr3PwGaJ3UTEJPz35Vg/w687-h618/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20001%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="687" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>January ~</b><br />My wife and I in our 1860s finest.<br />I remember wearing period clothing for the very first time so many years ago. <br />It felt pretty odd initially, but now I don't even think twice about it.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQM1wED84KtjFynXmFcPdwRDRP8AdHVLnAgXeGtwEAPIfw55XhXxpG4D2D8QY6xMI2C2B69-9_7Afd0g6Lqaz2xRwcZj97C5wwyszWjYTyg5Pi68PhpkbAbNQimSy1h1s94AeEl7qd69HpMZWN80DLo7x5HA7wRCzYjUjB4w2BnmEruQOmLdSJt6OVXg/s1440/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20002%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="825" data-original-width="1440" height="396" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQM1wED84KtjFynXmFcPdwRDRP8AdHVLnAgXeGtwEAPIfw55XhXxpG4D2D8QY6xMI2C2B69-9_7Afd0g6Lqaz2xRwcZj97C5wwyszWjYTyg5Pi68PhpkbAbNQimSy1h1s94AeEl7qd69HpMZWN80DLo7x5HA7wRCzYjUjB4w2BnmEruQOmLdSJt6OVXg/w692-h396/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20002%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="692" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>January ~</b><br />21st Michigan Christmas Party~<br />Quite a group!<br />We are friends and we are friends. <br />Oftentimes we hang out together outside of the reenacting world...</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">February</b></div><div>It's usually late January or early February that a few of us will venture out and enjoy our time in the 18th century past. It was on this day that I came up with the phrase "experiencing our research" while speaking philosophically to Larissa. It just came out conversationally and we both looked at each and went, "Hey!" </div><div>So that is my sort of motto for what we do.</div><div>This is not pretending or acting - we're not kids playing house - this is the real deal...each and every cabin excursion is real. That's why we do not plan out a scenario or anything like that. We want it to remain real. The only thing we plan is what food appropriate to the time and season we plan to have for our dinner meal and what chores/jobs we plan to do. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUE_Z2sOIdKvkGXRJ3lJsAkqbVZ2YqaUG_DZdi-UMyTliMA3v6bei2OHac0ZprFc9iIFbKd5hSKmZdQ4SPJ5Sqrgds-_QxduotqEsMp7fHXsQLtaniEV_qMCN4B4-Lai1g9EPpFHYX0eQA5bWAcdqk26WTQW3H6YEPyUvc7q1L6yDR9hfxdGau_sukRQ/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20002%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="456" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUE_Z2sOIdKvkGXRJ3lJsAkqbVZ2YqaUG_DZdi-UMyTliMA3v6bei2OHac0ZprFc9iIFbKd5hSKmZdQ4SPJ5Sqrgds-_QxduotqEsMp7fHXsQLtaniEV_qMCN4B4-Lai1g9EPpFHYX0eQA5bWAcdqk26WTQW3H6YEPyUvc7q1L6yDR9hfxdGau_sukRQ/w686-h456/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20002%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="686" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>February~ <br /></b>Our winter jaunt to the frontier (Waterloo) Cabin.<br />Since this was close to February 2nd we celebrated the 18th century holiday known as Candlemas (better known today as Ground Hog Day). Being that it was a warm day for this time of year - temps in the upper 40s - we dipped candles and had them blessed by Minister Norm. Hence our Candlemass celebration. </span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOfb1VEZC6Qx4OVM5eFi01zVpDBIUxDWMP5mpBIk_yfz-5v2qbboKtyB8D1tzcGYmFkAtnsgZwH9X7vOryh8PZfUNxXUySB801SsVup0Mrviwz-83wBxR8fFI9_PhSpCHiiZcCPPg8WVc4xpi9E924vwJufzrZFkXOkPDm4Tvk5UPVxWm3d-dt4I7QHg/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20071%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="459" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOfb1VEZC6Qx4OVM5eFi01zVpDBIUxDWMP5mpBIk_yfz-5v2qbboKtyB8D1tzcGYmFkAtnsgZwH9X7vOryh8PZfUNxXUySB801SsVup0Mrviwz-83wBxR8fFI9_PhSpCHiiZcCPPg8WVc4xpi9E924vwJufzrZFkXOkPDm4Tvk5UPVxWm3d-dt4I7QHg/w689-h459/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20071%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="689" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Norm blessing the freshly-dipped candles.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: left;"></span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>To learn more about this ancient holiday, please click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/02/time-passagesfebruary-2nd-celebrating.html">HERE</a></div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOG9OW6FXaK3d64WrXilWw1VZkuklb8-JkCP6XT5wwq7GwbcUp8YheuBZdWvIsnm4ngmECyW4687xKDiQHtmBgyS2HfTPS2GwD9SPGr3yYUstc-TeMVgKLkhndWW6CQqezzjHBOQDKOgm2T3G2FbtbKW35EwWzYOmOtNY1om1vXyx-W716uYuf3wJ31A/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20003%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="453" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOG9OW6FXaK3d64WrXilWw1VZkuklb8-JkCP6XT5wwq7GwbcUp8YheuBZdWvIsnm4ngmECyW4687xKDiQHtmBgyS2HfTPS2GwD9SPGr3yYUstc-TeMVgKLkhndWW6CQqezzjHBOQDKOgm2T3G2FbtbKW35EwWzYOmOtNY1om1vXyx-W716uYuf3wJ31A/w681-h453/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20003%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="681" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>February~</b><br />And afterward we had a fine meal cooked on the hearth.<br />A real blessing, to be sure, that I can "work" with some of the best in the "business."</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div>The president of the Waterloo Farm Museum, Brian, is also a reenactor his self, though he usually will portray himself as a 17th century frontiersman.</div><div>Other times he may come out as a local Indian/Native, as he did on this day in a surprise visit.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1chLl4IUzYg9-ANXZpZ_QV6N-vx1Po4Z2xgH132jvEN-tTaJG7o_JlcJVZU_hTUbwBqyz93ZWDGHD7MCSJ4E5RKhh52zPuO_QQrB32AsIxVkXGVbGooYcaqdoRGxli1C4sOke1dOfTLIH0dv_MLtdwaBQEYd-pCF1a-E1S2tASjVKCP9-Si7I3J3APA/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20005%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1chLl4IUzYg9-ANXZpZ_QV6N-vx1Po4Z2xgH132jvEN-tTaJG7o_JlcJVZU_hTUbwBqyz93ZWDGHD7MCSJ4E5RKhh52zPuO_QQrB32AsIxVkXGVbGooYcaqdoRGxli1C4sOke1dOfTLIH0dv_MLtdwaBQEYd-pCF1a-E1S2tASjVKCP9-Si7I3J3APA/w688-h458/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20005%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>February~</b><br />We also had a local visitor - - </span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>Every year Tony holds a commemoration celebrating the birth of the Father of our Country, George Washington, usually held at the old school house in Eastpointe. I personally think this is a very cool idea, especially considering Washington is my favorite of them all. Oh, not necessarily everything he did I agreed with, but considering he started with nothing and completed what he did, I am pretty amazed. So a birthday commemoration is a great way to celebrate the Father of our country as well as to get back into our period clothing.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8F2xRmfzmw8qTexqzaCyLjt0TA1hKJqJ4SjNzl69YzEoKQ_9jI8FfyPjo6JI7ZSwQ53E-yFkbNSGI7OEkKM1qydf0jkkETJ4twaV0cmvyaVIg7Va_yDqS-ZEJSYH_DEi3eF0wW6X-LA4KyrgfYPmURAMnLOp3Zt6afvwoMl30vA5nV7uhf6A94mEJyQ/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20006%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="457" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8F2xRmfzmw8qTexqzaCyLjt0TA1hKJqJ4SjNzl69YzEoKQ_9jI8FfyPjo6JI7ZSwQ53E-yFkbNSGI7OEkKM1qydf0jkkETJ4twaV0cmvyaVIg7Va_yDqS-ZEJSYH_DEi3eF0wW6X-LA4KyrgfYPmURAMnLOp3Zt6afvwoMl30vA5nV7uhf6A94mEJyQ/w687-h457/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20006%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="687" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>February~</b><br />George Washington Birthday Celebration is a great excuse to have a a chance to get back into our period clothing (for those who usually don't this time of year) and visit with friends.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>The idea of keeping the room all candle-lit actually can make this 1872 school house look close enough to 18th century as can be done.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizUgXa6_cUOGpP1wgDDIH5TSx-fHJwk1ahvRvxUVKKb_I9HJ6rK1GydPKuRHP_dlCGZHl1ufKPBrE9fbxYUlrHsRkRIVtgx-0ssjFRAp5Nz0TNhKZ5qkJX2p5vpFsumYPQ78qOkiOPeS1CpGNco2oyIyAcDpj5lO-VG6w1LnBCW5x1hzgQ7F76YafDUw/s900/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20007%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="600" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizUgXa6_cUOGpP1wgDDIH5TSx-fHJwk1ahvRvxUVKKb_I9HJ6rK1GydPKuRHP_dlCGZHl1ufKPBrE9fbxYUlrHsRkRIVtgx-0ssjFRAp5Nz0TNhKZ5qkJX2p5vpFsumYPQ78qOkiOPeS1CpGNco2oyIyAcDpj5lO-VG6w1LnBCW5x1hzgQ7F76YafDUw/w426-h640/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20007%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="426" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>February~</b><br />George Washington Birthday Celebration<br />Jennifer Long and I</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br />Then there was the occasion to present as members of the Founding Generation - Founding Fathers and Mother: the Patriots. Larissa & I began doing this nearly a decade ago, and a few years back we welcomed Bob Stark as Ben Franklin into our midst. But me & Larissa also portray a farm couple, either from the 18th century or the 19th century for a separate presentation.<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMtO9uAc-tnBOxM2MD5HTZ0jKHa9rMqvcrfiiXh_Un3UYT0-XAQuhjgBGENVxiSBTfaHF7q5XOe-o9mmCcaY7TaFJCmgEkDSbofcikdiuDaksezHLA3D-2OnOXR9w-FOYxfI_yWOUxzpTi1owWxT2eVxFpkX8QSDD5W3a2zUzPipFPdp8g35MOUmgraA/s1040/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20009%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="780" data-original-width="1040" height="513" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMtO9uAc-tnBOxM2MD5HTZ0jKHa9rMqvcrfiiXh_Un3UYT0-XAQuhjgBGENVxiSBTfaHF7q5XOe-o9mmCcaY7TaFJCmgEkDSbofcikdiuDaksezHLA3D-2OnOXR9w-FOYxfI_yWOUxzpTi1owWxT2eVxFpkX8QSDD5W3a2zUzPipFPdp8g35MOUmgraA/w684-h513/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20009%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="684" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b style="text-align: center;">February~</b><br />Larissa, Bob, and I did a winter Patriot Presentation for the Rochester (Michigan) Public Library, presenting as Sybil Ludington, Ben Franklin, and I as Paul Revere. It went very well - it was a packed house!<br /></span></span></td></tr></tbody></table>We enjoy calling out the myths and getting the truth out there. What is the truth about Sybil Ludington? You'd have to see our presentation to find out, but Larissa begins with the infamous story about her then goes on to speak about whether it is fact or fiction. <br /><br /><br /><div><b style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">March</b></div><div>March was a slow month - slower than usual. I very much enjoy going to the Kalamazoo Living History Show this time of year, but we had some pretty nasty snow and ice come through and I chose not to chance the long three hour drive.</div><div>So, I only had one gathering for this month:<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvEtPxQoXAjJWNNHgT-1F4dqBZlUdyz6IJdhG0Y2cdm15Lf81GfIhwBm1puSe6kpShy7e-w8M499wFfOwvfSOr4J02SOuw_FVdNK5XBNGEeDOoc9XC0lOfbuSvqNW7RR2l-jiBpbIRthYpfPr2G3ltuW0YLEDVpgeO6UYpdu7Dia8MSojYUcYF-cUluw/s1121/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20010%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="759" data-original-width="1121" height="467" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvEtPxQoXAjJWNNHgT-1F4dqBZlUdyz6IJdhG0Y2cdm15Lf81GfIhwBm1puSe6kpShy7e-w8M499wFfOwvfSOr4J02SOuw_FVdNK5XBNGEeDOoc9XC0lOfbuSvqNW7RR2l-jiBpbIRthYpfPr2G3ltuW0YLEDVpgeO6UYpdu7Dia8MSojYUcYF-cUluw/w688-h467/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20010%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>March~</b><br />I had my annual Citizens of the American Colonies meeting to discuss upcoming events and any ideas members may have. It may not be the largest reenacting group in existence, but I look more for quality of quantity. And there were a couple members who could not attend on this day.</span></td></tr></tbody></table>I always call for a period-dress meeting rather than modern dress. I think most prefer to wear their 18th century clothing for the meeting for it keeps us more focused...and makes for better pictures lol! But it's also the chance to make sure it continues to fit.</div><div><br /><br /><b><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">April</span></b><br />Yes, it still snows here in Michigan during the month of April, but we also begin having warmer and sunnier days. But it's always exciting when this spring month arrives, for there are at least two opportunities to get dressed and fall into times past (or times passed).</div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicY2axG8u_nh9fbd-ZDCMfQCKWJ1d-Unl9Uy8YPbTaM95WnQKpeoUC7lIYJpMhzz2uJQRqjLcb2JaZL5nMKatnbh-Fozjvr4dmnPXIuz-_0h_XhzsMOIv5k8DWWqqgDcnDIVDCsetVE8L_hNaY7rxBF4iGWbsXSWE9-GcDP-Mk4e0XYGiw_9RfxZ6pJQ/s1380/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20011%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="807" data-original-width="1380" height="401" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicY2axG8u_nh9fbd-ZDCMfQCKWJ1d-Unl9Uy8YPbTaM95WnQKpeoUC7lIYJpMhzz2uJQRqjLcb2JaZL5nMKatnbh-Fozjvr4dmnPXIuz-_0h_XhzsMOIv5k8DWWqqgDcnDIVDCsetVE8L_hNaY7rxBF4iGWbsXSWE9-GcDP-Mk4e0XYGiw_9RfxZ6pJQ/w686-h401/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20011%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="686" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>April~</b><br />Members Opening Day at Greenfield Village is always a great time to get out into the open-air museum and visit the historic homes placed there, such as you see us here in side the Daggett House.<br />This is the first of many upcoming Greenfield Village visits.</span></td></tr></tbody></table>I consider Daggett to be "my house."</div><div>Only because I can imagine myself and my family living here if we were born 250 years before.</div><div>But Norm and I also visited The Eagle Tavern for a noontime meal. </div><div>Though this tavern was built in the early 1830s, the style is still very similar to those built a hundred years before.<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjotMx71FyTPEboxKenRXMlzMm1Cm5Lcr9Uxe-gQavS7ArthQSxV0V3vfEZ4PB56SX9-DPyu3n1NrdEIVUkobmFNzfbqV0p0PPsb7MKcwHDvmkBh0HeL3nDJn0twFkfPOXo2d9-veWi8kSdBjlqnTHcW7R-Pi5s77nHnV7TGZoIUgROXQUzU4HqMLVDtw/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20012%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjotMx71FyTPEboxKenRXMlzMm1Cm5Lcr9Uxe-gQavS7ArthQSxV0V3vfEZ4PB56SX9-DPyu3n1NrdEIVUkobmFNzfbqV0p0PPsb7MKcwHDvmkBh0HeL3nDJn0twFkfPOXo2d9-veWi8kSdBjlqnTHcW7R-Pi5s77nHnV7TGZoIUgROXQUzU4HqMLVDtw/w688-h458/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20012%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>April~</b><br />During Members Opening Day at Greenfield Village, Norm & I took made sure to eat <br />at the 1831 Eagle Tavern</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>Toward the end of April we have the first bonafide reenactment of the season in these parts: Patriot's Day. This is our own little (but growing) tribute and commemoration of what occurred on April 19, 1775 - the Battles of Lexington & Concord, signifying the start of the American Revolution.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRUI1IMXIEi-fQABKLGXW-xnz-Cgy8UhaCZ-14MWMUU2_0GJyzz3KdNbWaAdsUtrlxw1toJ4psGeca36jQmb3NstgTgj1Fw3sd8aAuod4FKLx4d5VvnwYwwwQecKyDvdDU_hquZMhX_38-qGvxchaz4d3nd2ssr-S4tB7-24Q76oT6tKKTrqzg0AtLPQ/s1800/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20013%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="860" data-original-width="1800" height="330" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRUI1IMXIEi-fQABKLGXW-xnz-Cgy8UhaCZ-14MWMUU2_0GJyzz3KdNbWaAdsUtrlxw1toJ4psGeca36jQmb3NstgTgj1Fw3sd8aAuod4FKLx4d5VvnwYwwwQecKyDvdDU_hquZMhX_38-qGvxchaz4d3nd2ssr-S4tB7-24Q76oT6tKKTrqzg0AtLPQ/w690-h330/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20013%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="690" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>April~</b><br />I am very proud to see how many reenactors participated in Patriot's Day.<br />Given that in 2025 - just over a year from this writing - we will be celebrating the 250th anniversary of this very important battle.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>I came up with this idea before covid, and worked it all out by laying out my plans. Well, 2024 will be the 249th anniversary, meaning the 250th is just over a year away. I hope to make both this year's and next year's even bigger and better!<br />Paul Revere needs a horse!</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcEVEuB60amedU-_KIUEKdf2iWFLExpGYye-Pg6TjDNo9A2Kizj-lH0C5vESmz6RA6XZ4g2XAANZJDP30Xi7r9Nm8Wi7_wnZ-3db4Ksfa-HQLx2bOU6o_PmX-FYlG9TTK2J5SbC-0fprpbWNhpciGl8gvUtyh3RZQAsPdQt_FZnYdU4FOpbHS9957SyQ/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20014%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="468" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcEVEuB60amedU-_KIUEKdf2iWFLExpGYye-Pg6TjDNo9A2Kizj-lH0C5vESmz6RA6XZ4g2XAANZJDP30Xi7r9Nm8Wi7_wnZ-3db4Ksfa-HQLx2bOU6o_PmX-FYlG9TTK2J5SbC-0fprpbWNhpciGl8gvUtyh3RZQAsPdQt_FZnYdU4FOpbHS9957SyQ/w704-h468/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20014%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="704" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>April~</b><br />The Recoats chased the Militia off of our version of Lexington Green.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>We may not have hundreds of participants, but my main goal is to show historical accuracy by utilizing Redcoats and Militia. I speak to the crowds - the modern visitors - during the battles and explain how much larger it would have actually been.</div><div>Our audience grows larger each year as well, I am proud to say.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWjzkJWub9PrxGnBUk-1JempdS9GzdBnsDVpHNzBy81rwTs5zMNm36cq4NT-APkr55t2RBizLr6ZzhMtA4dTJCgTr4Ulb8jjcJ54X7JJhw1l2zWYIU8ltSoMzmD-GFVlZAQzlMGk0nKCJR-ZnJHV4S4tBQwFbwEbJCjqqXU9s2C3vXzA-daZZG0v72vQ/s1024/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20015%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="color: black;"><img border="0" data-original-height="715" data-original-width="1024" height="478" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWjzkJWub9PrxGnBUk-1JempdS9GzdBnsDVpHNzBy81rwTs5zMNm36cq4NT-APkr55t2RBizLr6ZzhMtA4dTJCgTr4Ulb8jjcJ54X7JJhw1l2zWYIU8ltSoMzmD-GFVlZAQzlMGk0nKCJR-ZnJHV4S4tBQwFbwEbJCjqqXU9s2C3vXzA-daZZG0v72vQ/w686-h478/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20015%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="686" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>April~</b><br />Is that a real gun?<br />Don't put your hand or anything else of value in front of the barrel, son.<br />I always look forward to this Patriot's Day event. </span> </span></td></tr></tbody></table>Because I want to keep it Redcoats and Militia, I've actually had a few reenactors get angry at me. I am actually not being exclusive - I'm just asking for the correct clothing; so any can take part---just be correct for this scenario. I've been insisting that all who want to portray the British Regular Army to wear redcoats, or if they prefer to portray militia, to have the right clothing for that. Yes, it is much smaller, but growing. And all are welcome.<br /><br /><br /><b><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">May</span></b><br />A select few of us try to make it to what I call the frontier cabin at least once a season, but oftentimes we'll be out there a few extra times. It's here where we can make the valiant attempt to <i>experience our research, </i> and live, if only for a day at a time, as those regular folk of the Founding Generation such as farmers.</div><div>In fact, we even get to do a bit of farming/gardening ourselves - this day in May when we were there was Rogation Sunday---another religious holiday from the 18th century where the minister blesses our crop.</div><div>To read more about Rogation Sunday, please click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/05/experiencing-our-research-spring-cabin.html">HERE</a>:<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Avqp-Tm4KafSF_EWOxEglD-tqNvsvMJXvE_PA-o32lkwtqu3iykVNsvtOcHcbTnGZvf_ZMzugzCvWwvL2XuqRZ-Z2Jn1DbuGilhLqEBKwpN3eu3xSK-IBqtN8dJTq5XMHuwfbWK8uEY3JgoedW591v-xjl_vYcb8fqkR3loavGl3SjTLc80S_nQdRg/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20016%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Avqp-Tm4KafSF_EWOxEglD-tqNvsvMJXvE_PA-o32lkwtqu3iykVNsvtOcHcbTnGZvf_ZMzugzCvWwvL2XuqRZ-Z2Jn1DbuGilhLqEBKwpN3eu3xSK-IBqtN8dJTq5XMHuwfbWK8uEY3JgoedW591v-xjl_vYcb8fqkR3loavGl3SjTLc80S_nQdRg/w688-h458/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20016%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>May~</b><br />Here is our Spring Cabin group. We do look a bit like frontier colonials, don't we?<div style="text-align: center;">We are not fancy, silk wearing folk, only simple farmers.</div>If you look to the right, leaning against the cabin we have farming tools, <br />of which we do use in our excursions.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><div>Any who may be invited to come out with us will more than likely find that there are usually jobs to do, which normally entails getting dirty, so they'd better not be too concerned about their clothes having stains - that's why they're work clothes. "But Ken, it took me weeks to sew this" or "These clothes cost be a bundle."</div><div>Yep.</div><div>But that's the way we are here - </div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiURbdkhRYHebwpyWgnSxN1irzaKuL-bZKt103lHd_X-QoSjKGpTgZTCSIVNjkrcgrffyZbcNKcO5t078z79ksBg3knI6KMF5P7wF2CtODKQUbDNcccm_2Q3xngxr8hUtDa64TCykwqD8VO-YENxZNmmmdIzgyAu3Mn89rDZxovxnskmHTysM90Am0DHA/s1327/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20072%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="829" data-original-width="1327" height="445" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiURbdkhRYHebwpyWgnSxN1irzaKuL-bZKt103lHd_X-QoSjKGpTgZTCSIVNjkrcgrffyZbcNKcO5t078z79ksBg3knI6KMF5P7wF2CtODKQUbDNcccm_2Q3xngxr8hUtDa64TCykwqD8VO-YENxZNmmmdIzgyAu3Mn89rDZxovxnskmHTysM90Am0DHA/w712-h445/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20072%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="712" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">May~<br /></span></b><div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Patty & Charlotte spent a chunk of the day planting in our garden.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">The wonderfully kind folks at Waterloo allow us a plot of land to plant upon, which we do. We've planted flax in previous years. This year we had seeds for onions, squash, beans, cucumbers, turnips, and even a few pumpkins.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">We hope to enjoy a nice bountiful harvest come fall.</span></div></div></td></tr></tbody></table>Which, unfortunately, did not happen as we had hoped; we live about an hour and a half drive away from the cabin, and to make it out frequently - at least every couple days...minimum of once a week - just wasn't going to happen with $3.50 a gallon (and higher at times) gas prices. Plus, that's an awful lot of driving.</div><div>Oh! If I only lived closer...!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim47DpSCFeVolgMYTi-a-r6l8jjFXVoCVmONttGRHHYHf8TrnfJtS8Y7dtrEXMfimXxhlVlNW5hPHhJhQxohAzic4op-QDi_zRPZQ945JdGx7IVxaKtt8dvpWou4SIM9IAWcqjfYbRiOT02eu6AhSCQi_A45u6UugGWz3A1e0BXn9PlY_gkalXe6i7Cw/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20017%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim47DpSCFeVolgMYTi-a-r6l8jjFXVoCVmONttGRHHYHf8TrnfJtS8Y7dtrEXMfimXxhlVlNW5hPHhJhQxohAzic4op-QDi_zRPZQ945JdGx7IVxaKtt8dvpWou4SIM9IAWcqjfYbRiOT02eu6AhSCQi_A45u6UugGWz3A1e0BXn9PlY_gkalXe6i7Cw/w688-h458/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20017%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>May~</b><br />The ladies inside the cabin prepared a spring meal.<br />Being that this was still early May, there were no vegetables yet...but...</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbqnIb8nwiPBinWc1K6RguXwZ8YWYAeuFPEX157SIbVO3aJ0Y7Bvte37p2QykGrHvuf3ucC-Mfk8wqlaHWbdZgCfFU8UgLVHro5FUO3fz0Swr7QlM3vE2OGnq0azn3_iPKC-Spk8Nlc1if_kvCaIGBM2nqD9iqyNLNam19rac0JiTupu83sbDrOB0QWw/s806/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20018%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="806" data-original-width="605" height="785" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbqnIb8nwiPBinWc1K6RguXwZ8YWYAeuFPEX157SIbVO3aJ0Y7Bvte37p2QykGrHvuf3ucC-Mfk8wqlaHWbdZgCfFU8UgLVHro5FUO3fz0Swr7QlM3vE2OGnq0azn3_iPKC-Spk8Nlc1if_kvCaIGBM2nqD9iqyNLNam19rac0JiTupu83sbDrOB0QWw/w588-h785/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20018%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="588" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>May~</b><br />We did cheat a little by having green beans and beets.<br />We were all just happy to be back out in somewhat warmer weather.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">June</span></b></div><div>Three events for June:</div><div>Patty and I did make the valiant attempt to head out to weed the Waterloo cabin garden initially, but as I mentioned, there was just too much against us. Perhaps over the winter I'll do some research on plants that won't need as much care. <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6O64SXWmpBVBQ2OnV9DlMF9FelwOhTHyi1_Snwi8pdd8cpXzAvy5NL_CwyAzZ1_RtdtNoEoiW4oPbPhmKDFVBu-sqGG6WmcLU06q3o9ExkhBwUvBV3J8p8Nn0Wbw2YumFOsVUaBiaHJwYbOpjFM7Ago2qOibZ3BWpulHssw1KzxrhWRtgk97lnCFP2g/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20019%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6O64SXWmpBVBQ2OnV9DlMF9FelwOhTHyi1_Snwi8pdd8cpXzAvy5NL_CwyAzZ1_RtdtNoEoiW4oPbPhmKDFVBu-sqGG6WmcLU06q3o9ExkhBwUvBV3J8p8Nn0Wbw2YumFOsVUaBiaHJwYbOpjFM7Ago2qOibZ3BWpulHssw1KzxrhWRtgk97lnCFP2g/w689-h458/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20019%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="689" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>June~</b><br />Patty and I did go out on our own to do some weeding</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>We agreed to keep it period and went out in our period clothing</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisJ4Yb-KG_kXs1o8pdcn7AIjsKFeMAtALcwKuNI0MFgbDSq_fzzGfvlThJVKoMYL1TEizHSrdgE2KCKuwb2zfpyF2ee9qTgLdsI4z3KmVBAEfhc_6rjsKs2_rlmDjZDZHndPBObg1vjLeCWWjpooVSOw4INa8MwQ5LS3lKaRgIl9YlXbGFnJ4TrsEaLg/s844/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20020%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="844" data-original-width="718" height="714" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisJ4Yb-KG_kXs1o8pdcn7AIjsKFeMAtALcwKuNI0MFgbDSq_fzzGfvlThJVKoMYL1TEizHSrdgE2KCKuwb2zfpyF2ee9qTgLdsI4z3KmVBAEfhc_6rjsKs2_rlmDjZDZHndPBObg1vjLeCWWjpooVSOw4INa8MwQ5LS3lKaRgIl9YlXbGFnJ4TrsEaLg/w606-h714/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20020%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="606" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>June~</b><br />I bought a work smock to help keep my clothes in decent condition. <br />Keeping it real...</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>In my modern life I am no where near to being a farmer, though my wife knows her plants and keeps a good garden at our modern home. And I'm not sure, again in my modern life, I would want to be a farmer. However, should I had been born a couple centuries ago, I have no doubt that's what I would have been; my ancestors, from my grandfather on back, all farmed the land. </div><div>But farming is so much more than growing plants on a small patch of land. And since we do not actually live at (or near) the cabin, we do not have the opportunity to visit as often as required to keep the large garden in good order.</div><div>Perhaps if we got paid enough, we could be cajoled into living there for a month or two in the summer - 18th century living, of course - and see if we could do it. I would need my back/lower spine cared for first. But I truly believe Patty & I could make a good go of it (obviously I could not live there with the other ladies lolol). If I didn't think we could, I would admit it. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_XaXG6wM_TABlRRKbGiEqleM1jlJh8cRF4tOsu3TM6zLKGxEibI8l_x5RKK7DurNagsNj9yzPIKLEy-bAAHbJ0xnVLXnq3gWC5p8AMPrBDfXVq815k1LLtCV3UalzK0FqQP_NPqCluvkPVvsBO-li8eG-jixpKxxMr8zARL_YvYirF7v7jPd_6X7Arg/s1104/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20021%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1104" data-original-width="828" height="815" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_XaXG6wM_TABlRRKbGiEqleM1jlJh8cRF4tOsu3TM6zLKGxEibI8l_x5RKK7DurNagsNj9yzPIKLEy-bAAHbJ0xnVLXnq3gWC5p8AMPrBDfXVq815k1LLtCV3UalzK0FqQP_NPqCluvkPVvsBO-li8eG-jixpKxxMr8zARL_YvYirF7v7jPd_6X7Arg/w611-h815/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20021%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="611" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>June~</b><br />I will be the first to admit that I am not a farmer, but I am learning<br />quite a bit about the job - - - hands on!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>My wife is a brilliant woman, and I believe between the two of us we could make a good go.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv9H8FolETj9EbrQtxcnrO_gksDiJJwDhb4GCsJDRZNOvNsa5bfoOkrNa29_i7sj50J892A2jpjHHVcGPFJZMhBQIacc9oyE2i9Jmh45jVZZcJcAzbfgoXT8R6uhFv2z-lwp1tTpKV3svsYZObEz_7aliVqCoGkwH-dSxL5v8TGqwaSQ6jjh2gEVmICA/s1104/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20073%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1104" data-original-width="828" height="805" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv9H8FolETj9EbrQtxcnrO_gksDiJJwDhb4GCsJDRZNOvNsa5bfoOkrNa29_i7sj50J892A2jpjHHVcGPFJZMhBQIacc9oyE2i9Jmh45jVZZcJcAzbfgoXT8R6uhFv2z-lwp1tTpKV3svsYZObEz_7aliVqCoGkwH-dSxL5v8TGqwaSQ6jjh2gEVmICA/w604-h805/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20073%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="604" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>June~</b><br />Patty and I relaxed inside the cabin for a bit before heading back out to the field.<br />'Twas a warm summer day.<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4sG5O0H_hLjKJNuTGvarZMcOvWKtRbeX5BAMVuK0nFbAtndeyaoRA8nvkuRt3tsJxD72vfhGcNuCaq3OyiRTMo_HFYlTQCT1Qr1CokQMzi8pTTjvoNe9ap0YPCDm4LS1gzqcRJ1G9qIyy20ilpk9Uytz5WY_firTVNtGz5qvzjIbHDLHZqKVqJhMJvg/s1279/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20085%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="880" data-original-width="1279" height="476" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4sG5O0H_hLjKJNuTGvarZMcOvWKtRbeX5BAMVuK0nFbAtndeyaoRA8nvkuRt3tsJxD72vfhGcNuCaq3OyiRTMo_HFYlTQCT1Qr1CokQMzi8pTTjvoNe9ap0YPCDm4LS1gzqcRJ1G9qIyy20ilpk9Uytz5WY_firTVNtGz5qvzjIbHDLHZqKVqJhMJvg/w693-h476/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20085%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="693" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Do you see the wood candle holder on the table in the top picture? Brian surprised me with that as a birthday gift, and in this bottom picture I am putting it to good use.<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div>Every-so-often I will join up with the Ste. Claire Voyageur group at one of their events. I absolutely <i>loved</i> their reenactment on the banks of Lake St. Clair in Harrison Township. Unfortunately, that events seems to be somewhat on hold, but they are working to bring it back in some form or another.</div><div>Anyhow, the day after Patty and I went a-weeding at the cabin, I visited with the Voyageurs at Chesterfield Historical Village for a timeline event.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-hvKLaVDuJZnQ3WKvuJNGLCbLm2VOglWnBifAl0iMf9m0veEjaj9aQh3yvDUMiW_Hhlm52RWgMH4DBtbbhuZdDbwEoTiJfWdChVMyswPSvdkvX4iGQMNyNW6BwjjLDtPlwe9UxqUI2Oo479FGixYry95-FhdJopssEQIFc84xJta7FvhZzrq2sG_7mQ/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20022%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="457" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-hvKLaVDuJZnQ3WKvuJNGLCbLm2VOglWnBifAl0iMf9m0veEjaj9aQh3yvDUMiW_Hhlm52RWgMH4DBtbbhuZdDbwEoTiJfWdChVMyswPSvdkvX4iGQMNyNW6BwjjLDtPlwe9UxqUI2Oo479FGixYry95-FhdJopssEQIFc84xJta7FvhZzrq2sG_7mQ/w687-h457/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20022%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="687" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>June~</b><br />It was good to see my friend Mark, a Native American who comes out as his ancestor.<br />And sometimes he'll join us at other events as a colonial.<br />Good guy all around.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>The third week of June found me back at Waterloo Farms Cabin for the Blacksmith and Soldiers Weekend, which is an open-to-the-public event.</div><div>This is the only event there at the cabin where I dress as an 1860s farmer rather than as one from the colonial period.</div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY2pufr-csG7uVYsN5maNnQc3cI-cRRVv5U_gXj5DhRur4-iB8pOqoPGxgjEKrgaY2zIyx_zjRQcNJVUZFRTJ9XxD7c42mJpLHR5uBHbICA-Ht1-8YF7bBBEsm_1B98AVo18KT9XWj5smLaRY0_Sf2YcLwFbi7XIC3oE_p1GLACqosW_-8t2GJVA3QFg/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20074%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="457" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY2pufr-csG7uVYsN5maNnQc3cI-cRRVv5U_gXj5DhRur4-iB8pOqoPGxgjEKrgaY2zIyx_zjRQcNJVUZFRTJ9XxD7c42mJpLHR5uBHbICA-Ht1-8YF7bBBEsm_1B98AVo18KT9XWj5smLaRY0_Sf2YcLwFbi7XIC3oE_p1GLACqosW_-8t2GJVA3QFg/w687-h457/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20074%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="687" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>June~</b><br />Charlotte outsitting in her field lol.<br />The garden was getting quite over-grown by this point. I felt horrible but there wasn't much we could do. Perhaps Patty & I could move into the cabin for the summer?<br />Ha!<br />Wouldn't <i>that</i> be a trip!?</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd54flA5CG8yjvt9NUm7M5fbkol1cLeK-x7QhSnujW-uWSSEi7g1KBO0Zp_jMEwMB6aPJ25_hdIF_k8yOZmSzAnF8rC-mCA7MuVGcrZIJnfp5L0igwApli5Bubeax25rzwBWf4Yt6ga9aaAXWYr6nVAaQvrCqy7y4rFrkc2keTGPK3sLXKEe7PMz5oGg/s1173/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20025%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="886" data-original-width="1173" height="542" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd54flA5CG8yjvt9NUm7M5fbkol1cLeK-x7QhSnujW-uWSSEi7g1KBO0Zp_jMEwMB6aPJ25_hdIF_k8yOZmSzAnF8rC-mCA7MuVGcrZIJnfp5L0igwApli5Bubeax25rzwBWf4Yt6ga9aaAXWYr6nVAaQvrCqy7y4rFrkc2keTGPK3sLXKEe7PMz5oGg/w717-h542/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20025%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="717" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>June~</b><br />At the Waterloo Blacksmith & Soldiers Weekend there was a musician named Eddie Josephs.<br />He graciously allowed me to play his "Buck Owens" guitar, and we played the old Carter Family tune "Hello Stranger" (in more of the Emmylou Harris style).<br />That was great fun!</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div><br /></div><div>In very late June my daughter asked if she and I could go together to Greenfield Village just like we used to do years ago. It would be a late Father's Day thing.</div><div>Of course I jumped at the chance!</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy-fgcZDs3SAiBgTj3Ok_wnFuwtXn1Kt_gNfq_uA7nDtSScIto16lKz2vDhslqHlHtVvWT_K30y_9Ari972ptVwgP9iIwFNnEd6WOH3DEV3n7Z2jkAdjpLXFD2D4s8WwA-snF3bd-YSQd2ozgsMd1A7Qr5b7cK33Vi4rJCmlTUgfFyuVitLQYo4v5ikw/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20086%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy-fgcZDs3SAiBgTj3Ok_wnFuwtXn1Kt_gNfq_uA7nDtSScIto16lKz2vDhslqHlHtVvWT_K30y_9Ari972ptVwgP9iIwFNnEd6WOH3DEV3n7Z2jkAdjpLXFD2D4s8WwA-snF3bd-YSQd2ozgsMd1A7Qr5b7cK33Vi4rJCmlTUgfFyuVitLQYo4v5ikw/w688-h458/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20086%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b style="font-size: large;">June~</b><br /><span style="font-size: medium;">My daughter and I in the Firestone Farm sitting room (or everyday parlor).<br />No, she pretty much no longer dresses in period clothing, but that's okay.<br />This was a nice time for me. I really enjoyed it.<br />I am blessed.</span></td></tr></tbody></table>We enjoyed nice conversation, remembering those days when she & I used to go to the Village often together. She's an adult now and works six days a week, so our trips like this don't happen very often.<div>Sadly, the second part of the day was rain-filled, but we enjoyed the first half with the promise of doing it again. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL8fmjfakF50H3cF5b1eEi1KXFTySqLOc9X9e4WQiOMYE_Zg2U1dIuAZZXdyLodJ-AQS07DdrBOHL6ceOPvjHdHgEwjs2BhYIITMNUeoKokPkG1bdWGsLT1g70_JoJdsuHPYvE4BfHbuoO9LM8IiM4K5wn3nYspDRC2C_nH-VldzWSqt5PQYsZgPlCqg/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20023%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="460" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL8fmjfakF50H3cF5b1eEi1KXFTySqLOc9X9e4WQiOMYE_Zg2U1dIuAZZXdyLodJ-AQS07DdrBOHL6ceOPvjHdHgEwjs2BhYIITMNUeoKokPkG1bdWGsLT1g70_JoJdsuHPYvE4BfHbuoO9LM8IiM4K5wn3nYspDRC2C_nH-VldzWSqt5PQYsZgPlCqg/w692-h460/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20023%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="692" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>June~</b><br />A late June visit to GFV with my daughter.<br />Yes, I asked if she minded if I dressed period...obviously, she didn't!<br />Here we see the Village was preparing for their 4th of July/Independence Day celebrations.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNiktQxg23tF5VA0DSUtdTl_aPBYhyphenhyphenZHFbL9pgbP8tLIlXT82m9YGQXDT6RGcx_oIWx6Nnf4L3YBWQNso55sgn03s9mrTmp_xP3R_vsLbGcPGiJNjVWNYgld_wV4vfvW7nAkoLP6A_YZPj2FSL9CDBhrLx_0nxT9lYm8BCTkBNks4S5hBrvtVAwEIi9g/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20024%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNiktQxg23tF5VA0DSUtdTl_aPBYhyphenhyphenZHFbL9pgbP8tLIlXT82m9YGQXDT6RGcx_oIWx6Nnf4L3YBWQNso55sgn03s9mrTmp_xP3R_vsLbGcPGiJNjVWNYgld_wV4vfvW7nAkoLP6A_YZPj2FSL9CDBhrLx_0nxT9lYm8BCTkBNks4S5hBrvtVAwEIi9g/w688-h458/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20024%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>June~</b><br />All summer long I had been visiting weekly to watch as Roy & Chuck made a new well-sweep for the Daggett House. At times, I was even able to help just a little.<br />What is a well-sweep?<br />Read <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/09/the-spirit-of-samuel-daggett-lives-on.html">THIS</a></span></td></tr></tbody></table>Thank you, honey, for this day. I loved it!<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">July</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Patty & I went to Greenfield Village on the 3rd of July to enjoy their Salute to America extravaganza of celebrating America's Independence, which includes all sorts of patriotic Americana, including a performance by the Detroit Symphony Orchestra followed by fireworks. It is a very cool event. Patty and I dressed colonial - - in fact, the only others we saw there dressed like the Founding Generation were the 1st Michigan Fife & Drum Corps. Loads of people stopped us and took our picture.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4zaGrRCzLmB2dMxzS6Ih-89dBKdWWZ6x_IKk5iLNYT9QXMrjDdRGS6_GXy4iIuVrdVbn-ETP4XLTfL6-2-xo0YZnbFPpuPj8Og_FcmDrMhr3wjjSlbqUtKGb5wBAFcg_kdFA8afS-Z_rt4Fly-HZgxcOfZW6Pk3buMCLa4QvfATPbW_aCtUdW0KtOpg/s863/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20026%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="863" data-original-width="680" height="724" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4zaGrRCzLmB2dMxzS6Ih-89dBKdWWZ6x_IKk5iLNYT9QXMrjDdRGS6_GXy4iIuVrdVbn-ETP4XLTfL6-2-xo0YZnbFPpuPj8Og_FcmDrMhr3wjjSlbqUtKGb5wBAFcg_kdFA8afS-Z_rt4Fly-HZgxcOfZW6Pk3buMCLa4QvfATPbW_aCtUdW0KtOpg/w570-h724/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20026%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="570" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>3rd of July at GFV~</b><br />Patty and I enjoying the Independence Day Holiday<br />at Historic Greenfield Village.<br />We are in front of the Logan County Court House, where lawyer <br />Abraham Lincoln once practiced law (in the 1840s).</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMFA-SXfVO8XRrnBR3z8Be27wjzbA1hBxPgCIW3MsDtaa1rnT-P9MjH4fAaLZuK1sqTOWkm87qxMNwtmtvBmi0zLa3Vi76xC4aO6K2w_VOr2IdIfS8PwESQNy74VYPHcB3i5Arm3CJTQupd8b8R2jPLJYZ7KBwaphFpJLp3gxwflH788U-sZxjV23yMA/s1125/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20075%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="844" data-original-width="1125" height="515" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMFA-SXfVO8XRrnBR3z8Be27wjzbA1hBxPgCIW3MsDtaa1rnT-P9MjH4fAaLZuK1sqTOWkm87qxMNwtmtvBmi0zLa3Vi76xC4aO6K2w_VOr2IdIfS8PwESQNy74VYPHcB3i5Arm3CJTQupd8b8R2jPLJYZ7KBwaphFpJLp3gxwflH788U-sZxjV23yMA/w687-h515/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20075%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="687" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>3rd of July at GFV~</b><br />The Detroit Symphony Orchestra.<br />They use real cannons for the 1812 Overture, by the way.<br />Awesome!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>Of course, during the popular and well-known ending of the 1812 Overture the fireworks began to pop and light up the sky, and they are spectacular - every bit as good as any I've seen.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibiLT3GW2eMGr5RI0BIzVVyWgrX6qTcUq1rerf70vSfCBrsd6nZuAu1X0kLMBq9O6o0hEzYixBMNUmSZp93GsqDwQagUOb3WkNLgYPvjTBjALCn4iK2axvqletbG8pA4vXZNHobMZEr2-3MhJtlWRtPgf6P2gCB-BLgesXqYqZ_G3fqVCWvbAcNNzP4A/s819/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20027%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="819" data-original-width="546" height="841" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibiLT3GW2eMGr5RI0BIzVVyWgrX6qTcUq1rerf70vSfCBrsd6nZuAu1X0kLMBq9O6o0hEzYixBMNUmSZp93GsqDwQagUOb3WkNLgYPvjTBjALCn4iK2axvqletbG8pA4vXZNHobMZEr2-3MhJtlWRtPgf6P2gCB-BLgesXqYqZ_G3fqVCWvbAcNNzP4A/w559-h841/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20027%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="559" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>3rd of July at GFV~</b><br />This was the second year for this type of pose for us.<br />Charlotte took this picture.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>This really is a wonderful way to celebrate, and since we are coming upon the 250th, you can bet we'll continue! I really have high hopes that Greenfield Village plans to do a little extra for the 250th and the important dates before and after July 4, 2026. I don't expect another celebration like what was done for the <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2022/07/celebrating-americas-bicentennial-in.html">Bicentennial back in 1976</a>, but they should go beyond for the 250th.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLcXA_HRuAUbq0BwUGQLosDgHYYoyP3U1MdtCPEI9B0qb1A8H5S2T5m4AwRi8xwq4xVJk_MWdAa6yJTZTKEw-AgcrLSnyE1ZO5pSB9fJhtg6JxEEfwvGRlpUAc6T-Ez-n9ha3mXVzxCp8f0zHAYUjSXfZkqge5cFWj2CfWfOo-TMIHQGqFumbHVO9C-g/s900/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20028%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="600" height="853" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLcXA_HRuAUbq0BwUGQLosDgHYYoyP3U1MdtCPEI9B0qb1A8H5S2T5m4AwRi8xwq4xVJk_MWdAa6yJTZTKEw-AgcrLSnyE1ZO5pSB9fJhtg6JxEEfwvGRlpUAc6T-Ez-n9ha3mXVzxCp8f0zHAYUjSXfZkqge5cFWj2CfWfOo-TMIHQGqFumbHVO9C-g/w567-h853/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20028%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="567" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>3rd of July at GFV~</b><br />I saw the horses on our way out and I had to stop and say "hi"~<br />Patty was way ahead so I asked a visitor if she would be kind enough to <br />snap a photo - she took about a half-dozen awesome pictures! <br />Thank you, whoever you are!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>As I've oft repeated, celebrating the 4th of July is second only to Christmas for me, as far as holidays go. Being the lover of history that I am, especially <i>American</i> history, how can such a day go without celebration? </div><div><div>But my festivities usually go for more than just the one day.</div><div>This year it began for me on the 29th of June when my daughter & I visited Greenfield Village. Followed a few days later again at Greenfield Village for their Salute to America. </div></div>Then the very next day was the Day itself - the 4th of July---Independence Day - - - </div><div>So a few of us spent it as we've been since 2017 - - - at Mill Race Village. </div><div>This was quite the busy couple of days for me!<br />But so much fun!</div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLn4Zkar3Nv5mdnKhuRjQpcIpbQnG1sj9srRhiYnxET-F8HnIT_UfG8PucXJuaguJQq2KrOBVJvN8U5cphtuyflysSweh1b2d5RShf7-esEqT4RZu2B6ghKQmcPQJFdTt_fIiuq14OIcTxjYkjE1zStutX4UACsfEF498ppUDybTME2pYhQNBlnJtH-Q/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20029%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="461" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLn4Zkar3Nv5mdnKhuRjQpcIpbQnG1sj9srRhiYnxET-F8HnIT_UfG8PucXJuaguJQq2KrOBVJvN8U5cphtuyflysSweh1b2d5RShf7-esEqT4RZu2B6ghKQmcPQJFdTt_fIiuq14OIcTxjYkjE1zStutX4UACsfEF498ppUDybTME2pYhQNBlnJtH-Q/w693-h461/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20029%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="693" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>4th of July at Mill Race Village~</b><br />And such grand folks to spend this day with.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>And a nice gathering of us representing the 18th century all came out to celebrate. Not only has this become the Independence Day celebration for me personally, but I've heard many of the visitors, especially recent immigrant, express their gratitude for bringing a bit of National Pride and Patriotism back. Screw all those college kids who were brainwashed to hate America. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2-haWOOqlaEzDnaZevUf6jhg1wOUwU0B99jRyC5qTpMhCR6_xemWhBsBwTDmWALnHI0aPDkVuV6PPHKeIpLFhelMJYbBHJP_eJe4nwO8JgR95Xf2Wcwbq6hWOYrgxpx9vb8RIzKpwcRH2rQiUAsvnUSi_OM8ngPgpDqme6kL1Zet_7TlCIQynN_7EXA/s1024/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20030%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="768" height="740" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2-haWOOqlaEzDnaZevUf6jhg1wOUwU0B99jRyC5qTpMhCR6_xemWhBsBwTDmWALnHI0aPDkVuV6PPHKeIpLFhelMJYbBHJP_eJe4nwO8JgR95Xf2Wcwbq6hWOYrgxpx9vb8RIzKpwcRH2rQiUAsvnUSi_OM8ngPgpDqme6kL1Zet_7TlCIQynN_7EXA/w555-h740/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20030%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="555" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">4th of July at </span><span><b>Mill Race Village~</b><br />Tony Gerring and I.<br /><i>(pic taken by Chris Robey)</i></span></span></td></tr></tbody></table>Throughout the day we have readings of the Declaration of Independence (from Ben Franklin), the firing of muskets, ringing of bells, shouts of huzzahs, and just a grand old time celebrating America!<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVtorV_qdXpxkt1scj9LR_nYn-IZQoEchBYndM3Z6Dp-IDZ8ltpEl4anOZT3n90CpHX1hOZIzfQ5nNo1SKxlHcQ0xAKwOQiKuX04O4wnbGqthZmkz_5ZTNn3FBO3A6y6b5rc20DPa0XLDAbCJNfI2mo971szQ-yrEm82lBO3VVNpLcsQTRvwq2bNXoKQ/s1281/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20031%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="776" data-original-width="1281" height="418" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVtorV_qdXpxkt1scj9LR_nYn-IZQoEchBYndM3Z6Dp-IDZ8ltpEl4anOZT3n90CpHX1hOZIzfQ5nNo1SKxlHcQ0xAKwOQiKuX04O4wnbGqthZmkz_5ZTNn3FBO3A6y6b5rc20DPa0XLDAbCJNfI2mo971szQ-yrEm82lBO3VVNpLcsQTRvwq2bNXoKQ/w689-h418/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20031%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="689" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>4th of July at Mill Race Village~</b><br />There were actually a few more participants than this, but had to leave before this "quick sketch."</span></td></tr></tbody></table>I actually begin looking forward to this day here at Mill Race all the year long.</div><div><br /><div>I must admit, I am not quite as fond of dressing in my 1860s clothing as I am my 18th century clothing. However, the people I reenact with make it all worth while. Plus we look pretty darn good together. Especially when we do a 1st person living history day at Charlton Park.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ4SoK3CiMVWiKGe-1Jf-52g5UVBBgPQe6PqxZPJ7wji9vWE2FO-FQSnZ2qwWG0KqLA3Oi0WH4Za1qbSuwqARSsZaBmde3r7-krEdG1Oq4RB0caGXkHpttn7wFBdI2C6GSBNgjMBU0nx_w8eOzZ2tPejZPUSVKiSGBQWRPrEvF1KdqAPvxO5LPwoS5PA/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20032%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="463" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ4SoK3CiMVWiKGe-1Jf-52g5UVBBgPQe6PqxZPJ7wji9vWE2FO-FQSnZ2qwWG0KqLA3Oi0WH4Za1qbSuwqARSsZaBmde3r7-krEdG1Oq4RB0caGXkHpttn7wFBdI2C6GSBNgjMBU0nx_w8eOzZ2tPejZPUSVKiSGBQWRPrEvF1KdqAPvxO5LPwoS5PA/w695-h463/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20032%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="695" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>July~</b><br />It's inside the 1850s Sixberry House at Charlton Park where we have created an 1860s family scenario: Larissa & I are portraying a married couple, and Jackie is portraying my sister. We even had a couple of Union soldiers come and visit this year. They are actual brothers, in fact.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>We will spend the day having 1860s-type conversations and really make the strong attempt at 1st person, which is much easier to do for the 1860s than a hundred years earlier. It is amazing how <i>much</i> language style and usage had changed from the 1770s to the 1860s, but how <i>little</i> it actually changed from the 1860s to here in the 21st century.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS6mxM0Vl56X_8hTOj_rOgkyjDTiEGHOIrJTvYMHHTWnf8l0TKdLTDR4X8GkVzCH2jrjV_0QvTEtDFe6u0A9lm8C88IllNMFHi75OD1R-nQ3xsUVTw50sFUD3X9YN9lo1TtII0IgZwljpBdshte-eKcjO3lKcEKWfdnwZADTItwwRfAgfBzySEc9IQuQ/s2048/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20033%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1214" data-original-width="2048" height="413" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS6mxM0Vl56X_8hTOj_rOgkyjDTiEGHOIrJTvYMHHTWnf8l0TKdLTDR4X8GkVzCH2jrjV_0QvTEtDFe6u0A9lm8C88IllNMFHi75OD1R-nQ3xsUVTw50sFUD3X9YN9lo1TtII0IgZwljpBdshte-eKcjO3lKcEKWfdnwZADTItwwRfAgfBzySEc9IQuQ/w696-h413/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20033%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="696" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>July~</b><br />We also have an annual ice cream social at the Charlton Park event, and we make out own ice cream - everyone takes a turn at the churn!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>And toward the end of July 2023 a few of us took part in a timeline event at the Carleton Branch Library in Monroe, Michigan.</div><div>This was planned and hosted by a young lady with a grand historical vision named Makenzie.</div><div>Makenzie also works at Greenfield Village. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH4Pzawu3BZE7W6Ca4bZskMiK5cjDf42YG6st5u14kKFv61VJZ9ILK2lIuQmxLUhvAGKSrQfu6dHGQCq-BkXejF54lKsBevye7_RbCgnJeJu-ku8cIQyemtGBDJf4XiFi-BLKlPDRK9rB4yZU-duuHYws7_2L4YrypIPG_FDKvitl7yCSAG3JrezBWxQ/s1650/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20034%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="759" data-original-width="1650" height="314" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH4Pzawu3BZE7W6Ca4bZskMiK5cjDf42YG6st5u14kKFv61VJZ9ILK2lIuQmxLUhvAGKSrQfu6dHGQCq-BkXejF54lKsBevye7_RbCgnJeJu-ku8cIQyemtGBDJf4XiFi-BLKlPDRK9rB4yZU-duuHYws7_2L4YrypIPG_FDKvitl7yCSAG3JrezBWxQ/w684-h314/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20034%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="684" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>July~</b><br />This Monroe timeline event was officially called <br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">"An Interactive Journey Throughout American History."<br />Look at the amount of participants she garnered for her first time out.</span></td></tr></tbody></table>From Voyageurs to colonial to War of 1812 to the Civil War to WWII, visitors received a wonderful "live and in color" history lesson. I recently spoke with her - she is spending months teaching students in Germany - and she said she plans to have another in 2024.</div><div>Exciting!<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibMExkyoiU0g3-XRPbfQnuhsT9nBJ7vgB-3M0kmlevM5gQ1qs0kTrGvmEzW_s3jVVRSdocrtltWsW0XUfjOKz9L_UvxgG1XJUNKdUuOSyzhi3FiPbUWqZq7PqpE-9N3FfjKBjeHtGhUEx7UrC68V_mED6_uAAZaIKTDSxJtCVmNQn0EFYhYB2qFAX7-A/s841/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20035%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="799" data-original-width="841" height="656" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibMExkyoiU0g3-XRPbfQnuhsT9nBJ7vgB-3M0kmlevM5gQ1qs0kTrGvmEzW_s3jVVRSdocrtltWsW0XUfjOKz9L_UvxgG1XJUNKdUuOSyzhi3FiPbUWqZq7PqpE-9N3FfjKBjeHtGhUEx7UrC68V_mED6_uAAZaIKTDSxJtCVmNQn0EFYhYB2qFAX7-A/w690-h656/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20035%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="690" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>July~</b><br />Jackie and I also participated, especially since we didn't make it to the Colonial Frankenmuth event this year due to road constructions and traffic jams. </span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYKsQrznyBq6_fV-JiVwEDbPMVW-CNl9-b67JpPyVErNm8SxMEjahp33WXrP2_KzVMtQ1lKs5sZvMlmKcd2acWzVa9d3T3TBm2zFk4WdCzSSNNXkBXRe9f0K1Smr1PCrAf9MIgaqgEE6MfVx7geMaTgZousWBWM-uPFD2bP5zEM7PJh3acpjxPVD3tGw/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20036%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYKsQrznyBq6_fV-JiVwEDbPMVW-CNl9-b67JpPyVErNm8SxMEjahp33WXrP2_KzVMtQ1lKs5sZvMlmKcd2acWzVa9d3T3TBm2zFk4WdCzSSNNXkBXRe9f0K1Smr1PCrAf9MIgaqgEE6MfVx7geMaTgZousWBWM-uPFD2bP5zEM7PJh3acpjxPVD3tGw/w689-h458/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20036%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="689" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>July~</b><br />That's Makenzie in the center there.<br />She said she was planning to repeat this event in 2024.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br />Late July, once again, also found us at the cabin at Waterloo, this time for our summer excursion.</div><div>This place has become a sort of second home to me...to all of us to frequent the place.</div><div>And to think it all began with a dream I had...<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW3ETELjLNciRxj55H8KLordroHo5ShDr3aHCA1ifBFLwxNQsR38SD59f1w6N_QPn_hvlvd2XX2T-ILtGcbz1atF8cBEAFaUrts_ChJz542vaRXNtOUesjfk97my4yYspW9W8XBRDVdBsBUVwRdEd2f1c9rIm67-tb8CAq7-qXsT7XM5e2L4pl__rKvw/s1104/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20037%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1104" data-original-width="828" height="808" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW3ETELjLNciRxj55H8KLordroHo5ShDr3aHCA1ifBFLwxNQsR38SD59f1w6N_QPn_hvlvd2XX2T-ILtGcbz1atF8cBEAFaUrts_ChJz542vaRXNtOUesjfk97my4yYspW9W8XBRDVdBsBUVwRdEd2f1c9rIm67-tb8CAq7-qXsT7XM5e2L4pl__rKvw/w606-h808/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20037%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="606" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span><b style="font-size: large;">July~</b><br /><span style="font-size: medium;">This is one of my absolute favorite pictures of my wife ever...and it <br />wasn't even taken by me!<br />Patty, all stained and wet with dirt, was coming in from weeding in the garden.<br />Remember I mentioned we do get dirty at the cabin? Here's proof!</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div>Even with my sore back I was still out weeding in the garden. We all work to earn our meal out there, which is only right.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikJtPGRNhub4yydrn3wRovPELwYeFhOXaY5ozIzfD0SaOgois70iZnp4ofYGAhrx8Y45hglajU6GbP2XRopickbXtmMf3Hr18Yv_0mlQDS7YLUABrA1WAvlp2x9UU2m_qjKaCHWEofReD1Dub5KA2bnekmC1sWJw_9RMJBZyW3smLMTpbcQIQXM0hxEw/s1089/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20038%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1089" data-original-width="816" height="744" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikJtPGRNhub4yydrn3wRovPELwYeFhOXaY5ozIzfD0SaOgois70iZnp4ofYGAhrx8Y45hglajU6GbP2XRopickbXtmMf3Hr18Yv_0mlQDS7YLUABrA1WAvlp2x9UU2m_qjKaCHWEofReD1Dub5KA2bnekmC1sWJw_9RMJBZyW3smLMTpbcQIQXM0hxEw/w558-h744/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20038%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="558" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b style="font-size: large;">July~</b><br /><span style="font-size: medium;">Norman also joined us again.<br />Norman portrays an 18th century Lutheran preacher. The best part is he <br />researches the type of prayers used at the time - the Bible is the Bible, <br />but prayers seem to have changed, if that makes sense. <br />Norm is pretty darn awesome!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrTvh0q-xSjXX4iPjOr9SiC7dIZg1T44HNUr_ZjJzYqDQuAkdi0sdfzN5bvzrGrdcXPbkb_GTFOEvJ_XQt1MQZ-Y2n1C5q715Ig1n73GiuB2BDiZj5p7N51hPrA5p0z-_pq5p4rHqWcgEC_qcCz2lTGvJxYIRbJ7F7NOv6gimub0exO1X1rjdx-bIRSw/s1273/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20039%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1273" height="442" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrTvh0q-xSjXX4iPjOr9SiC7dIZg1T44HNUr_ZjJzYqDQuAkdi0sdfzN5bvzrGrdcXPbkb_GTFOEvJ_XQt1MQZ-Y2n1C5q715Ig1n73GiuB2BDiZj5p7N51hPrA5p0z-_pq5p4rHqWcgEC_qcCz2lTGvJxYIRbJ7F7NOv6gimub0exO1X1rjdx-bIRSw/w694-h442/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20039%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="694" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b style="font-size: large;">July~</b><br /><span style="font-size: medium;">Norm, Patty, Charlotte, and myself sitting down to our dinner meal.<br />Neither Jackie nor Larissa had joined us on this summer cabin excursion.<br />Not a folding chair in sight - upping our game!</span></td></tr></tbody></table>Being at the cabin is my most favorite of any of my living history/reenacting events. That's not saying I don't enjoy any of the others, but the cabin is pretty amazing...and so real.</div><div><br /><br /></div><div><b><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">August</span></b></div><div>As you can tell, my style of reenacting and living history varies quite a bit from most others. No, I'm not saying my way is better (though, for me personally it is), just on a different path.</div><div>So let's see where August had me going...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk_MbyzZGO8vBUPCODe8ns6z7mzZqCyWoqgfl1vsPSCslOuvVgQqH-pvc9ow_GMPMFp52DQU4TDXnqqhz8oMbD4miZNXPpeGQz0z-2ZLelraxXYHZuyozawBz6Cmv8j4055CKBMwub_kpzPuWKDw09CnYy55igPDXEliZDCpCA8up9zGfgzPGIfn7diA/s978/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20040%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="868" data-original-width="978" height="611" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk_MbyzZGO8vBUPCODe8ns6z7mzZqCyWoqgfl1vsPSCslOuvVgQqH-pvc9ow_GMPMFp52DQU4TDXnqqhz8oMbD4miZNXPpeGQz0z-2ZLelraxXYHZuyozawBz6Cmv8j4055CKBMwub_kpzPuWKDw09CnYy55igPDXEliZDCpCA8up9zGfgzPGIfn7diA/w688-h611/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20040%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>August~</b><br />I absolutely <i>love</i> this sign at Colonial Kensington.<br />It's perfect for what we do!<br />Here I am with Charlotte.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>Colonial Kensington has been a major event for a couple of decades, and I haven't missed one since I crossed over to the 18th century in 2014. It was in a different location back then. The old location was fine and served very well, but this new location, teaming us up with a living history farm, seems to give off the air of history.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoYqjNnMJNyHYzhlH3xXXovjcNA8RQHrDAA5V0aq6F-lQ4MsaqqTpklooNyxaQAlarw4GA7v4jLxGnzUyWhS4lJJvR4F2_sRReqwgjjj14dAphuZnZus81DREjsVrnc4AwJw2a7bn2GChPa4kafsnAwKjsfSx4j0txkrZX0MLdycvaREmecmFUY-F2_w/s978/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20041%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="978" data-original-width="888" height="753" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoYqjNnMJNyHYzhlH3xXXovjcNA8RQHrDAA5V0aq6F-lQ4MsaqqTpklooNyxaQAlarw4GA7v4jLxGnzUyWhS4lJJvR4F2_sRReqwgjjj14dAphuZnZus81DREjsVrnc4AwJw2a7bn2GChPa4kafsnAwKjsfSx4j0txkrZX0MLdycvaREmecmFUY-F2_w/w684-h753/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20041%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="684" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>August~</b><br />I presented processing flax while at Colonial Kensington.<br />Lucky for me, they had their own flax processing tools so I didn't have to bring mine.<br />Having a purpose at a reenactment really makes a difference.<br /><i>(Pay no attention to those colored plastic buildings in the back there--lol)~</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnGU64jezADSCc6417dYN8hFOtCZq755IGSPeoa-PoU4ijgVcknpW2j_0Efj35ER5KLTUDnsG2I1WA3ObnUo22jcbnukp305IT7Afc0JRKdsQRW37x8pBef4TAPZXroIlOS7K0ltUv4Nsb83e0ow5zoHR4W4SeZZ2xFaKQis78VYlPKlyzbB3GCDqmOg/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20076%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnGU64jezADSCc6417dYN8hFOtCZq755IGSPeoa-PoU4ijgVcknpW2j_0Efj35ER5KLTUDnsG2I1WA3ObnUo22jcbnukp305IT7Afc0JRKdsQRW37x8pBef4TAPZXroIlOS7K0ltUv4Nsb83e0ow5zoHR4W4SeZZ2xFaKQis78VYlPKlyzbB3GCDqmOg/w688-h458/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20076%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>August~</b><br />Jackie shared her knowledge about the uses of tow (the leftover flax).</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJSY2BBQE-x7Lnfw_xYwdECiR0fPNRg85Iu8h0XLiEh_23aZy_JVtgbUui67C4qdkdsV705cEy0CSIxMZOGg_JuEttYMyte7zbB-aPDFMcjDCJLMKC_T3KZZmc03SenU0kjk5EE5ISl3Pj00JpLUE3-T_hvd-L2jBBTpodo05IsktrN4ucNxD18tKT9w/s1279/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20042%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="822" data-original-width="1279" height="441" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJSY2BBQE-x7Lnfw_xYwdECiR0fPNRg85Iu8h0XLiEh_23aZy_JVtgbUui67C4qdkdsV705cEy0CSIxMZOGg_JuEttYMyte7zbB-aPDFMcjDCJLMKC_T3KZZmc03SenU0kjk5EE5ISl3Pj00JpLUE3-T_hvd-L2jBBTpodo05IsktrN4ucNxD18tKT9w/w686-h441/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20042%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="686" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>August~</b><br />A pleasant surprise was when my friend Rae joined us.<br />Rae is a seamstress and, of course, makes her own clothing.<br />In fact, a few years back I commissioned her to make me a pair of knee breeches.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLPJzwnp5iFMy0v7xXUH6lFNfMuSTyLuVjIK0Hz6GfZfTYlH3FwATTxG_vG1WsZKFqbS-pAQSb8Km8Ebpeqw7T60-wv4LCcFtROoZrp1E1gJKYWBQqC9ooZQqoc_3zDvXB2fuDFjcW8ITHNEhyphenhyphenyos4KxMZwcCinfin3AgOLNdnflvCfz_NsLv-ewak0w/s1024/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20077%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="680" height="803" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLPJzwnp5iFMy0v7xXUH6lFNfMuSTyLuVjIK0Hz6GfZfTYlH3FwATTxG_vG1WsZKFqbS-pAQSb8Km8Ebpeqw7T60-wv4LCcFtROoZrp1E1gJKYWBQqC9ooZQqoc_3zDvXB2fuDFjcW8ITHNEhyphenhyphenyos4KxMZwcCinfin3AgOLNdnflvCfz_NsLv-ewak0w/w534-h803/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20077%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="534" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>August~</b><br />Here you see me with my son, Robbie, who is a member <br />of the 1st Pennsylvania.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div>Mill Race Village, where we hold Patriot's Day and our 4th of July extravaganza, also has volunteers out throughout the summer. And that includes me. I mean, any chance I can get to get into my period clothing, I take it.</div><div>I always have a great time teaching the public about the past.<br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj86RWeH0Ub6o3J2KDqYi_eESIf3MAPk8IRKXEAlAyaEDIwHNbbibTp-5RSKfnTKTzU7gS9_x1W_p0A2OPHjVVxSLVLpidCIAMT0owqbEkeKCyRiaV2C9SP1iQ-CJx0Rk7pwRSes5IHWoZJOZEthyphenhyphenMupQJA_UT2I2q0j2KiS_Oi8WWOuRJ__QmE0h2lZQ/s1135/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20043%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="792" data-original-width="1135" height="485" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj86RWeH0Ub6o3J2KDqYi_eESIf3MAPk8IRKXEAlAyaEDIwHNbbibTp-5RSKfnTKTzU7gS9_x1W_p0A2OPHjVVxSLVLpidCIAMT0owqbEkeKCyRiaV2C9SP1iQ-CJx0Rk7pwRSes5IHWoZJOZEthyphenhyphenMupQJA_UT2I2q0j2KiS_Oi8WWOuRJ__QmE0h2lZQ/w696-h485/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20043%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="696" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>August~</b><br />I did a flax demonstration, and spoke of its history and uses.<br />Did you know this process dates back thousands of years, going all the way back to <br />that first civilization known as Sumer?<br />Well, now you do!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>So many thought that the Jackson Civil War Muster was done for----that this once largest Civil War reenactment in the Midwest had died a painful death.</div><div>Then along comes Maurice Imhoff, with his youthful vim and vigor and positive attitude and saves the day---saves the Muster!</div><div>Jackson's back, baby, with no signs of going away!</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGGQNdhIiXZJBivOPdli0S2Qha9dKCrFOjUHDObqNtHPrvhQHzJkNhPkCUTJjaGKYf-xcRWdnc9gJ3T0ez9JlfiypWwoSKNb7N_KceNseca8UluCUs9t7du79ZXSn_QmhqNBh0r7dzOVqVwuVUrq8DfiD7BDoXnQhFjs57CgrQUHHM7OlzEQQb0qD0Hg/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20044%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="456" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGGQNdhIiXZJBivOPdli0S2Qha9dKCrFOjUHDObqNtHPrvhQHzJkNhPkCUTJjaGKYf-xcRWdnc9gJ3T0ez9JlfiypWwoSKNb7N_KceNseca8UluCUs9t7du79ZXSn_QmhqNBh0r7dzOVqVwuVUrq8DfiD7BDoXnQhFjs57CgrQUHHM7OlzEQQb0qD0Hg/w685-h456/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20044%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="685" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>August~</b><br />At the 2023 Jackson event, Larissa & I were asked to present on Victorian farm life.<br />We spoke to a large crowd that was filled with interested folk.<br />Larissa & I have been doing this presentation for years.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>For all those former or lazy reenactors who constantly make inane comments like, "Jackson's not what it used to be," as they stay home and watch TV or cut the grass, they should come on out and help make it what "it used to be." It takes participation to make anything a success, and those who complain but don't take part, well, shame on them. Jackson 2023 was one of the best I have been to, and I've been going there since 2004.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG2mViiiJSP48JmgsdzBaxQswPYOkazboRV9Dw0iVOwhcr8gXRKctVZZ27i6exSmoD_Qbj3r-Nb5DAlK3P7OZF2oX4NHNcsAkNPJ2a598XGFJSf5qAyvFi0n2Tf1oF_zZwXY9MxaTm7d_4qRMgsLHYuYf-duX5tkUIUPT3vvf2MwyoCli0eE7aCSzetg/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20045%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="457" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG2mViiiJSP48JmgsdzBaxQswPYOkazboRV9Dw0iVOwhcr8gXRKctVZZ27i6exSmoD_Qbj3r-Nb5DAlK3P7OZF2oX4NHNcsAkNPJ2a598XGFJSf5qAyvFi0n2Tf1oF_zZwXY9MxaTm7d_4qRMgsLHYuYf-duX5tkUIUPT3vvf2MwyoCli0eE7aCSzetg/w687-h457/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20045%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="687" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b style="font-size: large;">August~<br /></b><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">After the battle there was something I didn't know about: a very cool after battle medical scenario.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Unfortunately, I was not aware of it otherwise I may have been able to be more involved, so I, instead, captured the excitement for posterity.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Perhaps this coming year...</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS-gK68CahayuKB2YxlfkOx9QxPoYl9rrK2US7iccRNUwk__12kKR-jVH4nzsm_lY_Oax_gWBE_9fr5xbKuv3ZG7S6b6r6bUijy7jrc9VR1t_f6RQZ6fWOxjhCtN90ITX7RFt-WMk1oYBtRokiUlLnVcVGizmpKSX09Qcic_VwQt0ox4NGBzp0qA4ivQ/s1493/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20046%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="824" data-original-width="1493" height="381" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS-gK68CahayuKB2YxlfkOx9QxPoYl9rrK2US7iccRNUwk__12kKR-jVH4nzsm_lY_Oax_gWBE_9fr5xbKuv3ZG7S6b6r6bUijy7jrc9VR1t_f6RQZ6fWOxjhCtN90ITX7RFt-WMk1oYBtRokiUlLnVcVGizmpKSX09Qcic_VwQt0ox4NGBzp0qA4ivQ/w688-h381/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20046%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>August~</b><br />This doesn't happen very often for me...capturing the flames from the cannon fire.<br />It only goes to show just how powerful these weapons can be - even during a mock battle.</span></td></tr></tbody></table>Many, many thanks to Maurice and everyone else for all of the hard work, time, and effort that was put in to bring the Jackson Civil War Muster back, better than ever!</div><div><br /><br /><b style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">September</b><br /><div>Now we head into my favorite time of year - autumn!</div><div>Most people have a tendency to think of September 21st as the Autumnal Equinox (first day of the Astronomical Fall), but, well, here is a fun fact for you: the Autumnal Equinox usually occurs on September 22 or 23, though it can very rarely fall on September 21 or September 24. A September 21 equinox has not happened for several millennia. However, in the 21st century, it will happen twice—in 2092 and 2096.</div><div>Imagine that!</div><div>However, I follow more of the meteorological fall: beginning September 1st rather than three weeks later. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLvI7FTW27YsYGXWERSajibqSlWYSmMTG3WSViEuSPhuPsuOnZ1J6CC6j9Mt6S05DmeipEBhzhx7K740Hrmlvm1J2eNM6eXcTm5wFSJ3HfwClvgW_O7JH7mA8F2qL4JiJYJShjUcK5XLDz3d6WiOWsK6aG11ngS_95Lzk5QtANX3JZYHcyMxAYU62URA/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20078%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="456" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLvI7FTW27YsYGXWERSajibqSlWYSmMTG3WSViEuSPhuPsuOnZ1J6CC6j9Mt6S05DmeipEBhzhx7K740Hrmlvm1J2eNM6eXcTm5wFSJ3HfwClvgW_O7JH7mA8F2qL4JiJYJShjUcK5XLDz3d6WiOWsK6aG11ngS_95Lzk5QtANX3JZYHcyMxAYU62URA/w686-h456/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20078%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="686" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>September~</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: medium;">As I mentioned back in June, I documented, through photos and <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/09/the-spirit-of-samuel-daggett-lives-on.html">THIS</a> blog post, Roy (and Chuck) making a new well-sweep, using the old ways.<br />Well, I was honored to help Roy place the sweep onto the fulcrum ---- I got to help put it together! This was great!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0gZCZRwNt1qZI8gHeUtT2SoqKy5XgzuURBsSA4iB8g90IspAnSsS2fkflwlaoreP075PBHA9qLAmvSJLSInC6ICvjCW1zzH385UqhrWAub-PHf6h0hmKY7pUtf-TMAbx-BtBEsGqBCdORmA_pcH3y9m0vpe6HH-jmzyRj0D6-v2H6A_51vS3lSDatlQ/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20047%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0gZCZRwNt1qZI8gHeUtT2SoqKy5XgzuURBsSA4iB8g90IspAnSsS2fkflwlaoreP075PBHA9qLAmvSJLSInC6ICvjCW1zzH385UqhrWAub-PHf6h0hmKY7pUtf-TMAbx-BtBEsGqBCdORmA_pcH3y9m0vpe6HH-jmzyRj0D6-v2H6A_51vS3lSDatlQ/w688-h458/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20047%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>September~</b><br />So we took a picture together with it!<br />Again...such an honor.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw6GTIRxXOxc8wXTNWDkkNfdiIUwxJTdSvAdKyITVX84QvPL6QDHDoBXr72DT08OQF4-egoFcn4w6LeorBf41i2I1jhcsrC_N6AzmlKQY6YzmN8bviwNHptPT_7ShMgtsYLEPrVDp_Z3BSlEOY-vhQry13t3sf21YaMQuMTGkpy6EEvW4Ph9JmobPsWA/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20048%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw6GTIRxXOxc8wXTNWDkkNfdiIUwxJTdSvAdKyITVX84QvPL6QDHDoBXr72DT08OQF4-egoFcn4w6LeorBf41i2I1jhcsrC_N6AzmlKQY6YzmN8bviwNHptPT_7ShMgtsYLEPrVDp_Z3BSlEOY-vhQry13t3sf21YaMQuMTGkpy6EEvW4Ph9JmobPsWA/w689-h458/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20048%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="689" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>September~</b><br />Roy, myself, and Norm - - guy talk...</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>Even though officially it does not begin until around September 23, fall, to me, begins September 1st. The feel, the look, and even the weather gives me that fall feeling so early on.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCl7LK017GxXeAccNYgS-hopausfIM15IRC1oCS6dkGMOoeeOqp_EzWBTB_iaVAzyRJHsluS9VINpvOudlF9QzM-Lo6DG8-sLrUrSnHoKaN9U85mRzqZgXbunl0lL1232IQphhUs73xQhhH8ccAsgRNeLqROe2lkciFZpD-1qjocE454WJ9mWu9yh6zw/s996/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20049%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="880" data-original-width="996" height="611" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCl7LK017GxXeAccNYgS-hopausfIM15IRC1oCS6dkGMOoeeOqp_EzWBTB_iaVAzyRJHsluS9VINpvOudlF9QzM-Lo6DG8-sLrUrSnHoKaN9U85mRzqZgXbunl0lL1232IQphhUs73xQhhH8ccAsgRNeLqROe2lkciFZpD-1qjocE454WJ9mWu9yh6zw/w691-h611/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20049%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="691" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span><b><span style="font-size: medium;">September~</span></b><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">...he beheld vast store of apples; some hanging in oppressive opulence on the trees;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">This is one of the heirloom apple trees planted at Greenfield Village - Baldwin. The Baldwin apples originated in Massachusetts around 1740.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>No, I am not actually picking an apple - I know better!</i></span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div>River of Time has been a long-standing timeline event going back, I believe, 30 years or more. More recently, I have been able to play a part there as Paul Revere. This year the event was held in a new - and dare I say, better - location, at Johnson's Pumpkin Farm in Saginaw.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivmzmK1noT2szv9VIbAPG6ukPliJ6N1sWJasA51D5dQ8WU6PafSBcMsLWeDmtyKog-7Lfgo09YL1TRR_eOzMPgQJOXTWGKOzF3yRStTlt_6pZbki4Bam2r84ut3ERmzGnXa4wYDS3YALOFJqAPVWlPog56k_6uTem-XylaCIs65AiLH7Uvbizz-yzEWg/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20050%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="462" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivmzmK1noT2szv9VIbAPG6ukPliJ6N1sWJasA51D5dQ8WU6PafSBcMsLWeDmtyKog-7Lfgo09YL1TRR_eOzMPgQJOXTWGKOzF3yRStTlt_6pZbki4Bam2r84ut3ERmzGnXa4wYDS3YALOFJqAPVWlPog56k_6uTem-XylaCIs65AiLH7Uvbizz-yzEWg/w695-h462/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20050%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="695" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>September~</b><br />Here is Paul Revere (aka <i>me!</i>) at the River of Time timeline event. I was pleased with not only a decently large audience, but with many good questions asked afterward. A good number of the visitors were not necessarily history folk, and only came out to see us reenactors when they happened to notice all the tents and these people dressed in "funny clothes" while visiting the pumpkin farm/cider mill. It was good to see so many interested in their American History.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyDUHIQ8jwBu1kj2MUfskZ3ICOCltNcIMcL9kLK7TBoWbqDjEHbQMZYSFp-XZvJGRrS-7V_nRZHztw2JC4_b1oXOwmgMXs0_fZuHtemAlU4UiEJ2sAgU-yDThKUu6hYUoSCbo31fUnzDk5zIARk5IWJoLvLImCKpIVokSMHuhVG2I7TvEAa3SQJmAORw/s2048/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20051%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1696" height="833" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyDUHIQ8jwBu1kj2MUfskZ3ICOCltNcIMcL9kLK7TBoWbqDjEHbQMZYSFp-XZvJGRrS-7V_nRZHztw2JC4_b1oXOwmgMXs0_fZuHtemAlU4UiEJ2sAgU-yDThKUu6hYUoSCbo31fUnzDk5zIARk5IWJoLvLImCKpIVokSMHuhVG2I7TvEAa3SQJmAORw/w689-h833/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20051%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="689" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>September~</b><br />I really liked the new location for River of Time. Being at a pumpkin farm/cider mill<br />this time of the year really beefs up the visitors for us. And sometimes speaking<br />to those who are not necessarily history folk can actually be better and more<br />gratifying than talking to people who are big-time into history. It's a wonderful<br />teaching opportunity. And we also help to bring some pride in our country back.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOLZehUFB2SxxnCxoBBJ44-4iSOfuL8I4jb3hfhyS2jew_FqsePnL0-S5vBe4mA_8ZyaoU-EsrrI_YAW1zy__ks7JOMHdLmDUT7InhlmQX1e0gXBMXQGhGt031llPemSpWIjH6Bpe1bpzoigml3mU56q14IItTDppah4ZdOwF0IUDGT7LeCskvBetmMg/s960/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20052%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="704" height="798" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOLZehUFB2SxxnCxoBBJ44-4iSOfuL8I4jb3hfhyS2jew_FqsePnL0-S5vBe4mA_8ZyaoU-EsrrI_YAW1zy__ks7JOMHdLmDUT7InhlmQX1e0gXBMXQGhGt031llPemSpWIjH6Bpe1bpzoigml3mU56q14IItTDppah4ZdOwF0IUDGT7LeCskvBetmMg/w586-h798/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20052%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="586" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span><b style="font-size: large;">September~</b><br /><span style="font-size: medium;">Larry, the beer brewer.<br />This man has only been brewing a short time, but he has been researching and studying the process and its history. He makes a variety of beer, including Ginger and Root Beer.</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br />And the very next Saturday, still being September, a few of us ventured to the Lansing area for the Vermillion Creek reenactment.</div><div>Fall is my absolute favorite time of year, and because of this, it is my favorite time of year to reenact. If you know anything about Michigan and cider mills, you know these places of apple picking and cider making and doughnuts and pumpkins are packed every weekend from September through early November, giving us a wonderful opportunity to teach history in a fun and exciting manner.</div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg9UYNQ9_3y6CwxPoNHpASAV8vAPaJafK9CgJjolxXZKZfCcuWILmywmepAx2IIRMhXMO6Qcsih_-0qk_e1DaSFVWQeCj-tPeSUHuMV-nGDMaaJp1C1RQtduifZxLmqe1XFG7tHtGXG_pJcIJLPrEtyH2z_MhYRUzyFUuPYEXePBhXAJ71flzO-5PKRQ/s900/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20054%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="600" height="715" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg9UYNQ9_3y6CwxPoNHpASAV8vAPaJafK9CgJjolxXZKZfCcuWILmywmepAx2IIRMhXMO6Qcsih_-0qk_e1DaSFVWQeCj-tPeSUHuMV-nGDMaaJp1C1RQtduifZxLmqe1XFG7tHtGXG_pJcIJLPrEtyH2z_MhYRUzyFUuPYEXePBhXAJ71flzO-5PKRQ/w476-h715/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20054%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="476" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b style="font-size: large;">September~</b><br style="font-size: large;" /><span style="font-size: medium;">With the Vermillion Creek event located at a cider mill,<br />what better place to be in the autumn time of year? <br />It's what we do here in Michigan in the fall.<br />Got me a pumpkin!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>Vermillion Creek is a very cool event, for it is pretty much the last of the larger reenactments for the season, so many turn out to take part, and oftentimes Native Americans will join in to tell their story. This event began a number of years ago at a different cider mill called Uncle John's Mill, and moved to this other location on the property of Peacock Road Family Farm, where they have all kinds of family fall activities, a few years back.</div></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSryfwWbHiOA39aFLiRcGccWbIUJqzEXWdu-PFWtvXZb3aGKCijvUGKXmIXsvAt7ggtgCK54F9SIdUSRqNFDBPeElcEAZOHrvvVte6A0h85lgWUiTtC0SCC0HAsgF0G4raP9mG1Vi3qAeAtNZkhNKeHPmFIssv-DCO4-rMmhjgCX2rn873dDj5egv89g/s1384/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20053%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="808" data-original-width="1384" height="401" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSryfwWbHiOA39aFLiRcGccWbIUJqzEXWdu-PFWtvXZb3aGKCijvUGKXmIXsvAt7ggtgCK54F9SIdUSRqNFDBPeElcEAZOHrvvVte6A0h85lgWUiTtC0SCC0HAsgF0G4raP9mG1Vi3qAeAtNZkhNKeHPmFIssv-DCO4-rMmhjgCX2rn873dDj5egv89g/w686-h401/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20053%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="686" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>September~</b><br />There's a little log cabin on the site as well near the creek itself.<br />You can see a bit of it running behind me.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>Vermillion Creek has plenty of room for a battle. In fact, for demonstration purposes, they sometimes will fire an actual cannon ball out of a period cannon! But there are also many who show daily life for the diverse populace that made up 18th century colonial America, including frontiersmen, tradesmen, natives, and even doctors.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYOVfR2KRdhyKmqJopKIcR_itKm4WIAaJfXEv-VNTgNffIAJhdOB8hymkaOwhfxWBI573LhMGiNb6ZQ9RJCZ4SSZ3Gs1D0UVRW3TBPd4WMogsehYXJQWPrVFF2yEEu4Qvaamlnlfi3WtOV3kZ325G-uG3tndVulVOu_H5KSfqXFoDAyLN51HTYuJ_MaQ/s840/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20055%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="807" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYOVfR2KRdhyKmqJopKIcR_itKm4WIAaJfXEv-VNTgNffIAJhdOB8hymkaOwhfxWBI573LhMGiNb6ZQ9RJCZ4SSZ3Gs1D0UVRW3TBPd4WMogsehYXJQWPrVFF2yEEu4Qvaamlnlfi3WtOV3kZ325G-uG3tndVulVOu_H5KSfqXFoDAyLN51HTYuJ_MaQ/w537-h807/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20055%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="537" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b style="font-size: large;">September~</b><br style="font-size: large;" /><span style="font-size: medium;">The good Doctor Bloodsworth was also there.<br />Tom has a fine presentation indeed, and will make you appreciate<br />modern medicine practices even more!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvebfbV6-yvp0YnGR7uTi2f9w5_wF4HWHVcMcWXUjo6igi41A2_Ef5UehUeDob6CPOPUTzMm3YVFm5Ha2GeTj9bgsp_T5ZUu6mK9K7ZkC5Sw9HJWM9ihgRye8TrT12ehvP87EBaqH0Yzyz6x8WkZfPQYZ64RsgvJA3y2IJ8QMShAjQ6yFfIjTkEtyKeA/s1024/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20087%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="519" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvebfbV6-yvp0YnGR7uTi2f9w5_wF4HWHVcMcWXUjo6igi41A2_Ef5UehUeDob6CPOPUTzMm3YVFm5Ha2GeTj9bgsp_T5ZUu6mK9K7ZkC5Sw9HJWM9ihgRye8TrT12ehvP87EBaqH0Yzyz6x8WkZfPQYZ64RsgvJA3y2IJ8QMShAjQ6yFfIjTkEtyKeA/w692-h519/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20087%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="692" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b style="font-size: large;">September~</b><br /><span style="font-size: medium;">Morning colors.<br />The fog that rolled in gave it an almost mystical feel.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">October</b></div><div>Unfortunately there were only two events this October - one, in all actuality - to take part in. </div><div>Pioneer Day at Waterloo Farm and Museum is one of the highlights for me. Literally thousands of visitors come through - by the end of the day voices are pretty hoarse!</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinr9DUGDiBjh_-FNB-bt8Hqv4tf7WyRrQkHCAlpamK9eKY4BQ8Y3hIkXb_f5bg4d_f_QwLAiUWiUt5kvndN73QNhXy_i81vp94hOdSogrMn2SXGI00eWyG7ZKpNr6SrksorguvTylLrHW3SCiEB7fTTXNOB-NZzJ3t7VztNIetk13EgO7xxkkIDBtszA/s1194/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20056%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="781" data-original-width="1194" height="449" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinr9DUGDiBjh_-FNB-bt8Hqv4tf7WyRrQkHCAlpamK9eKY4BQ8Y3hIkXb_f5bg4d_f_QwLAiUWiUt5kvndN73QNhXy_i81vp94hOdSogrMn2SXGI00eWyG7ZKpNr6SrksorguvTylLrHW3SCiEB7fTTXNOB-NZzJ3t7VztNIetk13EgO7xxkkIDBtszA/w687-h449/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20056%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="687" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>October~</b><br />Pioneer Day at Waterloo Farm, and we were inside the cabin, demonstrating<br />18th century life!<br />Jackie & Charlotte were doing the food preparation and hearth cooking...</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSL9_dbDpOZ2JFnMJABK4QX5zVN2Q2QsurXX_Qw8Ol2-99Zyfiqtj_ZDPHgVKhuu4TNYQ9ufwCnJJyxge5slyhMH4d6E3jtJGuBfJPCX8_WQSAp2DeH_J9RlqzYxD_EncOZpJnZuClcx4fo3BH7_XlECDLARqiiIGHeoGNh5hGJdTJGP5u-u43TEUKwg/s840/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20057%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="900" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSL9_dbDpOZ2JFnMJABK4QX5zVN2Q2QsurXX_Qw8Ol2-99Zyfiqtj_ZDPHgVKhuu4TNYQ9ufwCnJJyxge5slyhMH4d6E3jtJGuBfJPCX8_WQSAp2DeH_J9RlqzYxD_EncOZpJnZuClcx4fo3BH7_XlECDLARqiiIGHeoGNh5hGJdTJGP5u-u43TEUKwg/w599-h900/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20057%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="599" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>October~</b><br />...while my wife, Patty, spun on her spinning wheel.<br />Put Patty in front of an audience, and she freezes. Put her behind<br />her spinning wheel in front of an audience, and she's as good as gold.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidZT7MxwG4tSgvhlbQfUY10huieny51lRIbsiN2LbDsGFixS1AyuSdUIcnpW6P6wpy8a_rQJSILFnAgFxEhDoGPehavEHEv6MycTzqjR8-RqrdWdjz7WjCBSCxQd2yJf98oVYUiz9mkBWeALqdY0xM_nmUvw5T69YZbKHCxX4FbV7E4IlNt32-qObdIA/s806/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20058%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="806" data-original-width="605" height="815" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidZT7MxwG4tSgvhlbQfUY10huieny51lRIbsiN2LbDsGFixS1AyuSdUIcnpW6P6wpy8a_rQJSILFnAgFxEhDoGPehavEHEv6MycTzqjR8-RqrdWdjz7WjCBSCxQd2yJf98oVYUiz9mkBWeALqdY0xM_nmUvw5T69YZbKHCxX4FbV7E4IlNt32-qObdIA/w611-h815/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20058%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="611" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>October~</b><br />I processed flax on the flax break.<br />Here I am showing a linen towel - no big deal until the people learn that<br />linen was made from flax, which comes from the ground. <br />Once the flax is processed and spun into linen thread on a spinning wheel, <br />it can then be sent to a weaver so they could weave the <br />threads into fabric - linen - which can then be made into a large variety of items <br />such as clothing, sheets, and towels.<br />Charlotte shows the corn-husk broom she made. This broom is very similar <br />to the one seen inside the Daggett House. How cool she did this - she has quite<br />the knack for crafts such as this!</span></td></tr></tbody></table>Pioneer Day has been going on at Waterloo since the 1960s, and we are honored to take part. There are Civil War soldiers, Revolutionary War soldiers, spinners, weavers, blacksmiths, musicians, and so many crafters there that it is easy to spend the entire day enjoying this fall event.<br /><br /><div>And it was back to Greenfield Village a week later.</div><div>Yeah, I know, I know..."Ken, you sure visit Greenfield Village often!"</div><div>Yes I do! It's my place of solace...my go-to place of history...and my place to enjoy the changing seasons of the year! If I lived near Colonial Williamsburg, Old Sturbridge Village, or any number of the other historical open-air museums, I would visit them often as well.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhijhrJCgf73ZM40kNaNojRM_d8qzIQQ8IrwpQiw6yLTSQL_zHl1gGHC-rNvHhCnyI9eeT-0VT7cdQrpEWdzA8RFKumoNAuUjzkqFESiz_48vn79Iin2VDzSCq4h1lEykEImq2DPlT-7b-s_1weH8FbRorwQWzRCqxRzUBD94IotuxuBVT3ZoPhiDMK3w/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20059%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="462" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhijhrJCgf73ZM40kNaNojRM_d8qzIQQ8IrwpQiw6yLTSQL_zHl1gGHC-rNvHhCnyI9eeT-0VT7cdQrpEWdzA8RFKumoNAuUjzkqFESiz_48vn79Iin2VDzSCq4h1lEykEImq2DPlT-7b-s_1weH8FbRorwQWzRCqxRzUBD94IotuxuBVT3ZoPhiDMK3w/w694-h462/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20059%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="694" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>October~</b><br />One of the most important buildings (and professions) of times past was the gristmill <br />(and the millers who ran them), for they would turn cereal grain into flour.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguBzAi6anVhTAunft9yt6eZSKyzF7qtmHbzbq4zEUSYAJykXefuamXDQEGrY_HUoAuprzsDub7_M-lI26YcgojLDLO-9BA1mLRVTAbmphZhgBRHl1uiyfQQex-2X73-nIKQsTFR7fxt4Rb66e-pNJg3-dP-NtTxcbNrXcEmIiWsJiGt3fR5mCtkEzfvQ/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20079%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="457" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguBzAi6anVhTAunft9yt6eZSKyzF7qtmHbzbq4zEUSYAJykXefuamXDQEGrY_HUoAuprzsDub7_M-lI26YcgojLDLO-9BA1mLRVTAbmphZhgBRHl1uiyfQQex-2X73-nIKQsTFR7fxt4Rb66e-pNJg3-dP-NtTxcbNrXcEmIiWsJiGt3fR5mCtkEzfvQ/w687-h457/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20079%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="687" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>October~</b><br />Norm joined me once again for this visit. If you look close you can see him strolling past <br />the home of Noah Webster.<br />There are dozens upon dozens of historic structures here - 400 years of history!<br />No wonder I enjoy going so often!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>Yes, I visit the Village often - usually once a week. I never cease to learn something new. And they change it up per the season. I believe it is visiting the two main farms - Daggett & Firestone - that attracts me more than anything else.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">November</b></div><div>At this late season of the year, most reenactors are done until the following spring.</div><div>Uh uh - - not me...er, us</div><div>There are new past adventures to experience.</div><div>One of the best of the year for me was when we celebrated an 18th century Thanksgiving harvest at the cabin, taking place the first weekend in November.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXNX7ESTO2W70HfMtQ0bcjen6TE1zwZiek6KHclYggVi5sPhUAKnKobZAhLI6iQ625ikg2ZxItiBOBbl1GqVL-8mWmM7zjo0w21tX8ixEDsGy-0OzZO891rVmpzv98t0T8gWBjxpJ0QuIPUw7l4M3zmUJYtpxbQ6thXIPqiRh9hc4q1fZX_WiTwNyTXA/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20060%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="455" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXNX7ESTO2W70HfMtQ0bcjen6TE1zwZiek6KHclYggVi5sPhUAKnKobZAhLI6iQ625ikg2ZxItiBOBbl1GqVL-8mWmM7zjo0w21tX8ixEDsGy-0OzZO891rVmpzv98t0T8gWBjxpJ0QuIPUw7l4M3zmUJYtpxbQ6thXIPqiRh9hc4q1fZX_WiTwNyTXA/w684-h455/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20060%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="684" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>November~</b><br />Yep, we had an actual Thanksgiving celebration at the Cabin, and the ladies really did<br />a wonderful job on our meal. It actually felt like Thanksgiving - that's what happens when you "work" with such wonderful people such as my friends you see in this photo.<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>It's our rule that if we invite anyone to join us in these cabin excursions, we all must agree on said person, for it is our own private gathering most times we are here. And we look for people of the same mindset - not all reenactors think the way we do (lol) in that we try to immerse ourselves, totally unscripted, into our chosen year of 250 years prior to our modern year - so, at the cabin 2023 became 1773. And then 2024 will become 1774 at the cabin.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCU9nyLEx0ZbjTXshWkQ28qZJqZ98ETbnQntvNgSVjwroEk9Ffo0W1mJlx4q9VpbeeSeD9rm2EN0fPIcobMpwaNGKC4qIIRyVidvbUcG1-Kf_v6dvZ3NYVnfTe_yDHyiLpg9DoK6EcWwBZVuXitAhhzel2Q7hM5cDhMA5e33y8eH3HTLhczmM_-ZIz1g/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20080%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="448" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCU9nyLEx0ZbjTXshWkQ28qZJqZ98ETbnQntvNgSVjwroEk9Ffo0W1mJlx4q9VpbeeSeD9rm2EN0fPIcobMpwaNGKC4qIIRyVidvbUcG1-Kf_v6dvZ3NYVnfTe_yDHyiLpg9DoK6EcWwBZVuXitAhhzel2Q7hM5cDhMA5e33y8eH3HTLhczmM_-ZIz1g/w673-h448/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20080%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="673" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>November~</b><br />Getting a little dirt and wax and ash on our hands...and clothing.<br />Autumn time is candle-making time, and that's what we did, using linin thread <br />that was grown as flax, processed, and then spun for our wicks.<br />See the pumpkin cooking there?<br />Well...</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjydEnOfbqCdi3d_oe7XzMDiTcoREx7IIH5fP34uq2fUTLUQNG9RY3yrcIzgeBbeQq5J2cRgDc3VMVrxGOQapZAgNPbxg5FfHwXUEWkcy8zQeOsCaz9SWZ8XhdiUM4-EYwlQ3TWwkxO4r2IePosm6qWKqEoKvL1EqbbCsxaiXRlIh-HjEZCIL0WEghwkw/s840/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20061%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="888" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjydEnOfbqCdi3d_oe7XzMDiTcoREx7IIH5fP34uq2fUTLUQNG9RY3yrcIzgeBbeQq5J2cRgDc3VMVrxGOQapZAgNPbxg5FfHwXUEWkcy8zQeOsCaz9SWZ8XhdiUM4-EYwlQ3TWwkxO4r2IePosm6qWKqEoKvL1EqbbCsxaiXRlIh-HjEZCIL0WEghwkw/w591-h888/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20061%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="591" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>November~</b><br />Charlotte cooked a wonderful pumpkin in the fire outside utilizing a <br />"trick" she learned by watching a local Native American presenter, Sue Dewey.<br />So Charlotte cooked this pumpkin in the same manner, and it was so good!<br />This was impressive~<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div>I am proud to say that my wife grew the pumpkins we were using here - "fresh from the garden!" she would say.</div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0hxhpBeR9ZmuOokkv790hHics6rMdIO7zbBDCuzG_TykWyaa46ZvCQnq_dzDHJSeVKOP3-i-YybIUWsMw-5dZRLtvCOwDn3Rj4eaOjlpMBdYK7972xfEtvnT15mxvmStifbqNNCi3Yg4dUzc7qFVJBPjm91OQjjA5C8n3AQy1beb8GnOrffSADj7SGQ/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20081%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="460" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0hxhpBeR9ZmuOokkv790hHics6rMdIO7zbBDCuzG_TykWyaa46ZvCQnq_dzDHJSeVKOP3-i-YybIUWsMw-5dZRLtvCOwDn3Rj4eaOjlpMBdYK7972xfEtvnT15mxvmStifbqNNCi3Yg4dUzc7qFVJBPjm91OQjjA5C8n3AQy1beb8GnOrffSADj7SGQ/w692-h460/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20081%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="692" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b style="font-size: large;">November~</b><br /><span style="font-size: medium;">I truly love the fact that we are so trusted to cook on the hearth inside the Waterloo Cabin. Larissa, dressed in blue, has been doing it for decades, and she has been teaching Charlotte and Jackie as well. They have it down.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><div>We refer to each improvement we make as "upping our game."</div><div>That's what we strive to do each and every outing, especially at the cabin: <i>up our game: </i>to note what may not be correct and then research it and then improve on it.</div><div>Obviously, we cannot make everything perfect, for there are items which may be difficult or too expensive to come by, but we'll try and, at the very least, get the closest or next best thing. Our goal is to be as such that even if someone from the past should somehow come to the future and see us, they would not be able to tell the difference.</div><div>Um...until we spoke (lol).</div><div>Yeah, our speech patterns would be a dead give-away.</div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPcrCXYk6fL1gzMHykwyMO4OY2ibOB0btOn4BCx3P69bOnpXkwCtVR-RoK6MemD7-53RHLhfa8Lr4bFvO-HH5sR7tdPt4FdmF3xD1b5K3bGoPoCvHJX-lbwNN5PrKvVXPA-8Boj-2KoMXC2E2NwPfrDU1qbyEYsvUMKLKjl7F6_eq-v9vUZlW-cz3x9w/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20062%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="457" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPcrCXYk6fL1gzMHykwyMO4OY2ibOB0btOn4BCx3P69bOnpXkwCtVR-RoK6MemD7-53RHLhfa8Lr4bFvO-HH5sR7tdPt4FdmF3xD1b5K3bGoPoCvHJX-lbwNN5PrKvVXPA-8Boj-2KoMXC2E2NwPfrDU1qbyEYsvUMKLKjl7F6_eq-v9vUZlW-cz3x9w/w687-h457/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20062%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="687" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>November~</b><br />This was such a nice time - so real and historically accurate. <br />We truly celebrated Thanksgiving! <br />The four of us make a great team, which only improves when Norm and<b>/</b>or Patty join us<br />(and once in a while, one or two others may as well)!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>As I mentioned earlier, this is not pretending or acting - this is the real deal...each and every cabin excursion is real. We don't attempt first person, we don't speak of events such as the Boston Massacre or Tea Party or anything like that as if it were really happening in our time. Now, if visitors happen to show up - and every-so-often they will, even though we are doing a private event - we always will enjoy speaking with them and we may throw something like that in our conversation for their sake to give them a better perspective of what we are doing and why. Believe it or not, so many - too many - people have no idea the period in time we are representing. So giving them a bit of "current" news helps. But that's it - there's no pretending on our part when and while we're on our own.</div><div><br /></div><div>This entire Thanksgiving celebration day was amazing, but one of the nicest and most immersive moments came after the sun set:</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpJpP87HATXbxhR9AdEQhVDDgl0jDOTtxWy9WXtk4BaT5zz5fcLNl6vuYKG-kH_raXwIVrY3IpZ7DBrsQbV4IvSRniSBDbMqDVzN6tVKl6WjPyR-XWX5qeAxKzCxc21FjBHt53c2PbozVoQGpVwUMLHDaWy6WgXk8GMq2yY8ws0Kg4OvpB_ODk2aVfEQ/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20063%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="460" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpJpP87HATXbxhR9AdEQhVDDgl0jDOTtxWy9WXtk4BaT5zz5fcLNl6vuYKG-kH_raXwIVrY3IpZ7DBrsQbV4IvSRniSBDbMqDVzN6tVKl6WjPyR-XWX5qeAxKzCxc21FjBHt53c2PbozVoQGpVwUMLHDaWy6WgXk8GMq2yY8ws0Kg4OvpB_ODk2aVfEQ/w691-h460/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20063%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="691" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>November~</b><br />And we spent some time in the cabin lit only by the hearth and a few candles.<br />I am very happy that my camera picked up how dark it actually was, even with candles.<br />Simply magical. It was the perfect way to end the day.</span></td></tr></tbody></table>The cabin Thanksgiving took place on the first weekend in November - - - for the last weekend of the month a few of us were back at Greenfield Village to celebrate our time away from the stores and shopping malls on Black Friday. It was also the final daytime weekend for visits to the Village; aside from the ticketed Holiday Nights event in December, the Village closes up from the end of December through mid-April.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHTbZpOi2W0dneLBqd1eebh3Y1TYTYKPyU-wy1oUce_42-wW05qMgIeHJP5-S5h5MEM7VuXEGhkj23FWhzsMxiLXWORhdu3oOA50rGBcU-IumgPEjdJavP59TABH41RTuoFqgKX0b6k3ZR8fuUjxU710ElA-d2miD6arH_RE8c_qwfD_BsYpjbpf4zpw/s2048/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20064%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1152" data-original-width="2048" height="387" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHTbZpOi2W0dneLBqd1eebh3Y1TYTYKPyU-wy1oUce_42-wW05qMgIeHJP5-S5h5MEM7VuXEGhkj23FWhzsMxiLXWORhdu3oOA50rGBcU-IumgPEjdJavP59TABH41RTuoFqgKX0b6k3ZR8fuUjxU710ElA-d2miD6arH_RE8c_qwfD_BsYpjbpf4zpw/w688-h387/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20064%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>November~</b><br />Our group began rather large, but over the course of the day some had to leave.<br />I have been doing this Black Friday at Greenfield Village for at least a decade.<br />I love it when friends join me.</span></td></tr></tbody></table>In all honesty, there is not too much for us to do at Greenfield Village other than walk around and take pictures. It's just being there surrounded by all that history...colonial houses and the like, that makes it all so special for us. The thing is, we try to change it all up here and there, or find ways of keeping an authentic feel in the photo. The best shots are without flash:<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0zOivFQwNThc_QVUV7gMhVWKhGHW1EpTQoC16ulZlFaJ98dyp5tBN7ls6cqGByT8GpfaZocIOIXVMJqAWgssm8tfh0gznrqRi5cMP4yhDE2TAyYab5iunS3_KxMID-gVxAHhnGa756iXwWVe3cGKPZyuktCJUGzixUPXrTQ-v7VatgTK59fLPR5-2IA/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20065%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="446" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0zOivFQwNThc_QVUV7gMhVWKhGHW1EpTQoC16ulZlFaJ98dyp5tBN7ls6cqGByT8GpfaZocIOIXVMJqAWgssm8tfh0gznrqRi5cMP4yhDE2TAyYab5iunS3_KxMID-gVxAHhnGa756iXwWVe3cGKPZyuktCJUGzixUPXrTQ-v7VatgTK59fLPR5-2IA/w670-h446/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20065%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="670" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>November~</b><br />The above photo was taken inside the Daggett house - <br />I know I've said it before, but it is a rare deal for us in Michigan to be able to be in and around homes built in the 18th century. This is why we continuously head to Greenfield Village where there are six structures built before the 1800s:<br />Daggett House<br />Plympton House<br />Giddings House<br />McGuffey Cabin<br />Farris Windmill<br />Cotswold Cottage<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbqf6wr7B43meTzzeEPj1LbIIujAzoYsXk5CgTvHQC5c4h8JyBol_OuREQkHtVOGJKZAHH4mqEroKxRnFW7O4CYH-RgDz1ObYrOQfgteyn4nUgZjUVLJYiZ3f83mmJdx4UqJEo3nCEum14nOoNx6hDDNGlBTenOca75CyvzcT4lg39BZQ2sPmLr1MVVQ/s2048/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20082%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1907" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbqf6wr7B43meTzzeEPj1LbIIujAzoYsXk5CgTvHQC5c4h8JyBol_OuREQkHtVOGJKZAHH4mqEroKxRnFW7O4CYH-RgDz1ObYrOQfgteyn4nUgZjUVLJYiZ3f83mmJdx4UqJEo3nCEum14nOoNx6hDDNGlBTenOca75CyvzcT4lg39BZQ2sPmLr1MVVQ/w596-h640/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20082%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="596" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Standing at the front of the Giddings House from about 1750.<br />This is an upscale home built by a shipping merchant.</span></td></tr></tbody></table></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><br /></div><div><b style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">December</b></div><div>December is a different sort of month, as far as living history goes. My period vocal group, Simply Dickens, takes up most of my weekends. We dress mid-19th century and perform Christmas, New years, and 12th Night carols of (mostly) pre-20th century, some going as far back as the medieval & renaissance period. I am including a couple of Simply Dickens photos just because...well, though it is not reenacting...it is still period. And, yes, I am wearing my 1860s clothing. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8ZQiduG7z8GL8kZHviWki30egej_lMgMfL2m7TvBkpuly_SgJfgIb8y8ATdLOJzcrZDWU99Fuuor5aptoOZUubEgoNwkk5XLHlOI6ArXkIMA4_VXXkVajjWECI94MOHPds0pcQi4vmatryrNsXJ6Gzs6NCEx61xRPH5vGP9TibXO5chFGGs6bXPhntA/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20083%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="459" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8ZQiduG7z8GL8kZHviWki30egej_lMgMfL2m7TvBkpuly_SgJfgIb8y8ATdLOJzcrZDWU99Fuuor5aptoOZUubEgoNwkk5XLHlOI6ArXkIMA4_VXXkVajjWECI94MOHPds0pcQi4vmatryrNsXJ6Gzs6NCEx61xRPH5vGP9TibXO5chFGGs6bXPhntA/w690-h459/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20083%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="690" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>December~</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: medium;">A very Victorian Christmas!<br />As you can see, we were not a cookie-cutter "Victorian" group.<br />We tried for historical accuracy in our look <i>and </i> our carols.</span></td></tr></tbody></table>2023 was the final year for Simply Dickens. My son, Tommy (far right with the guitar in this photo) and I decided that after 22 years as a group, it was time to say good night. And we went out with a bang! Of course, I am doing a blog post about the group...but it will not be posted until next Christmas time, most likely.<div>Our main place place to perform was where we began - at the Holly Dickens Festival in Holly, Michigan. This is a pretty amazing and fun festival - no, not necessarily period authentic, but it is not meant to be. It is mostly to give an illusion of a Dickensian Christmas.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmIBXUFhw2LGhGj1SxNd7hQIF08LGqR2iRlKRG-KbqyBdWQGwikkvHRXvq6z5lDVUUNJXYHJ9_AgG5WZR3Uix_eQfVvD9jkANpnoA3rFNlmo-SfFUpjcwzOI3RakGa-lajz7pOZAeEyz1UPcD_8dZhKAj_atLjwDE7jZCC9a_UWyFNDkcMVs132vcbdg/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20066%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="460" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmIBXUFhw2LGhGj1SxNd7hQIF08LGqR2iRlKRG-KbqyBdWQGwikkvHRXvq6z5lDVUUNJXYHJ9_AgG5WZR3Uix_eQfVvD9jkANpnoA3rFNlmo-SfFUpjcwzOI3RakGa-lajz7pOZAeEyz1UPcD_8dZhKAj_atLjwDE7jZCC9a_UWyFNDkcMVs132vcbdg/w691-h460/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20066%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="691" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>December~</b><br />Holly Dickens Festival - Yes, I did get a carriage ride.<br />In fact, we all did:<br /><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/audd3bNBxgA" width="320" youtube-src-id="audd3bNBxgA"></iframe><br />click the arrow to watch and listen to the video.<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></div><div>Perhaps one of the best things we've done while in Holly was to have a sort of "pub sing" - - in an actual 19th century pub! You can witness how this went by checking out the two videos below:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/HAoa7lliI8A" width="320" youtube-src-id="HAoa7lliI8A"></iframe></div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/1mvVxq-xJXg" width="320" youtube-src-id="1mvVxq-xJXg"></iframe></div>As you can see, Simply Dickens is/was not your typical cookie-cutter vocal group, and for that I am quite proud.<br /><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Very near the end of December I visited Greenfield Village one final time for the year for their Holiday Nights Christmas program. We went on December 28, which was the final night the Village was open..we now have to wait until April 12th to visit again.</div>My reenacting friends, Jennifer and Amy, joined me, as they've done in past years:<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj17KzkcaAid8vTJiKx29v4Gqk1b_DrDiRpsE-aV0Sur71viUN-CFM6wQDwrer3PzkgN33lgGMIv0-gI1jHUJvMJWT-ovY0wqalDlp_EbTOBgOYuFNvlZ9UV-mbI56VKGQ1QuVXtUBxxH7NsdRi9UwkTsuOyV77DYufbU5PElVluvZMWnBb0YL02kQDSQ/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20068%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="459" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj17KzkcaAid8vTJiKx29v4Gqk1b_DrDiRpsE-aV0Sur71viUN-CFM6wQDwrer3PzkgN33lgGMIv0-gI1jHUJvMJWT-ovY0wqalDlp_EbTOBgOYuFNvlZ9UV-mbI56VKGQ1QuVXtUBxxH7NsdRi9UwkTsuOyV77DYufbU5PElVluvZMWnBb0YL02kQDSQ/w690-h459/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20068%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="690" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>December~</b><br />Having our image taken near the cresset in front of the Daggett House.<br /><div style="text-align: center;">A cresset is a metal cup or basket, often mounted to or suspended from a pole, containing oil, pitch, a rope steeped in rosin or something flammable. They are burned as a light or beacon.</div><div style="text-align: center;">The earliest reference to a Cresset that can be found is in England between 1066 and 1122. </div></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div>If you look closely at the photo below, you can see how fark it is, and the lantern truly did light our way. I am carrying the lantern, while Jennifer and Amy are trudging along with me. It was a bit of a muddy walk for there was a light rain coming down.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6rrEnrefmyKZ4zneoKFxQqQeNA7747ZR-YF6h5pdUa6BcNmviI7FL4vGtDCJzOMclNjiU0tRqTfGUNmK-idLqN1jVxqJHVrjv9dcSj0bXAEPuexhGCmWNoVNoUcnAaWxeAk0uxbnOC3q-6HSn96-MDPTRgIQyDZuGzsh2I9YJrqZF64No4U6RTBbS_w/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20084%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="457" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6rrEnrefmyKZ4zneoKFxQqQeNA7747ZR-YF6h5pdUa6BcNmviI7FL4vGtDCJzOMclNjiU0tRqTfGUNmK-idLqN1jVxqJHVrjv9dcSj0bXAEPuexhGCmWNoVNoUcnAaWxeAk0uxbnOC3q-6HSn96-MDPTRgIQyDZuGzsh2I9YJrqZF64No4U6RTBbS_w/w687-h457/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20084%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="687" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b style="font-size: large;">December~</b><span><br /><span style="font-size: medium;">The three of us seem to be making a tradition of having our photos taken along what I would consider to be the more rural part of Greenfield Village. It's a sort of back road that runs behind a few of the historic houses, and it is perfect for this type of photo. </span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVHQjaWG38FalYjbLos1OoWwXtSej69ErjltxgVnq0iLanGyTrBVIHpTMj-pSvKrbR3Eduw4poXvgtVtTgpx-hUYDPK_zOHojuNgPBh8YY7DSLgr68nt6wk7MBYvqDGhu44ce0nb3iTDXNl4yGi91xvGQ026ra6D-jSk3mPjrXuMQW9c4n_pcJlJvkvg/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20069%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="467" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVHQjaWG38FalYjbLos1OoWwXtSej69ErjltxgVnq0iLanGyTrBVIHpTMj-pSvKrbR3Eduw4poXvgtVtTgpx-hUYDPK_zOHojuNgPBh8YY7DSLgr68nt6wk7MBYvqDGhu44ce0nb3iTDXNl4yGi91xvGQ026ra6D-jSk3mPjrXuMQW9c4n_pcJlJvkvg/w702-h467/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20069%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="702" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>December~</b><br />And then came this shot of us walking up toward Daggett...<br />lit lantern and all.<br />With the Daggett House silhouetted behind us, it is one of my most favorite of photos taken that night.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div>Since Giddings was having some sort of a winter party, Jennifer and I danced to a fiddle tune playing through some hidden speakers.<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs1BdchYHZIsx1vzHfOqyLQRnkzOIJ3e-JlJQ3bTgCQ_D8vgEKixEEF1YY1CHyeUU7WVV7PW_19mszZSZnCJizq8Q0EH-tyH7IQaCi2yaIDE3Qumduu49IXQ7WeESwN1W8C07aVyOWAvqPpM13iQSXyXgUnfO3ln5hRI_4pnKm1YT_LnCRJpF-30i0dQ/s868/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20070%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="868" data-original-width="642" height="772" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs1BdchYHZIsx1vzHfOqyLQRnkzOIJ3e-JlJQ3bTgCQ_D8vgEKixEEF1YY1CHyeUU7WVV7PW_19mszZSZnCJizq8Q0EH-tyH7IQaCi2yaIDE3Qumduu49IXQ7WeESwN1W8C07aVyOWAvqPpM13iQSXyXgUnfO3ln5hRI_4pnKm1YT_LnCRJpF-30i0dQ/w572-h772/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20070%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="572" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>December~</b><br />What do you do at an 18th century social gathering?<br />You dance!</span></td></tr></tbody></table>And now we have to wait til April to visit Greenfield Village again...sigh...<br /><br /><div>This posting began over 80 pictures ago with the 21st Michigan Civil War reenacting group's Christmas party, for we've always held it in early January. However, this Christmas season it was held on December 30...and, for the first time in nearly 20 years, it was held in a different location.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxpGsZnq440sBW7wMzB1b0CmDt75phqCpdXoGMS5RfCTgosI83pctSRjGmhI-a4qkzUyxFfvRLGM9s4XEgSzFP1KIAfqI3jHbYGuz0RS7iUUkALlaiSLUCFVuHfuZQjiLKwEOKq3OXhQ8TT1K9ieKSMxpbyQcy_n0J0b7XEl2hT9hoCqGTitsFWAjp1g/s2000/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20067%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="934" data-original-width="2000" height="315" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxpGsZnq440sBW7wMzB1b0CmDt75phqCpdXoGMS5RfCTgosI83pctSRjGmhI-a4qkzUyxFfvRLGM9s4XEgSzFP1KIAfqI3jHbYGuz0RS7iUUkALlaiSLUCFVuHfuZQjiLKwEOKq3OXhQ8TT1K9ieKSMxpbyQcy_n0J0b7XEl2hT9hoCqGTitsFWAjp1g/w677-h315/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20067%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="677" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>December~</b><br /> The 21st Michigan - not as many military as we once had, but that's being worked on.<br />It's a great group, if you are interested...</span></td></tr></tbody></table>I plan on doing a blog posting next week about this party, as well as our colonial Christmas party. There will be plenty more pictures there.</div><div>Stay tuned...</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e69138;">~</span> <span style="color: red;">~</span> <span style="color: #04ff00;">~</span> <span style="color: #783f04;">~</span> <span style="color: #fcff01;"> ~</span></div><div><br /><div>I've written the following on other posts, but the words really sit strong with me:</div><div>The following notation, mixed with a few of my own thoughts, comes from the book <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Time-Travelers-Guide-Medieval-England/dp/1439112908/ref=sr_1_1?crid=1Q545VP8NF704&keywords=%22A+Time-Traveler%27s+Guide+To+Medieval+England%22+by+Ian+Mortimer&qid=1704495321&s=books&sprefix=a+time-traveler%27s+guide+to+medieval+england+by+ian+mortimer%2Cstripbooks%2C98&sr=1-1">"A Time-Traveler's Guide To Medieval England" by Ian Mortimer</a>, and bears repeating here: <i>"As soon as you start to think of the past as happening (as opposed to it having happened), a new way of conceiving history becomes possible. Reenacting and, to an even greater extent, living history, allows us to to see the inhabitants of the past in a more sympathetic way: not as a series of graphs and charts showing data of age, race, sex, or occupations, but, rather, as investigations into the sensations of being alive in a different time. You can start to gain an inkling as to why people did this or that, and even why they believed things which we may find simply incredible. You can gain this insight because you know that these people are human, like you, and that some of the reactions are simply natural. In being able to accomplish this sort of time-travel allows one to understand these people not only in terms of evidence through research, but also in terms of their humanity, their hopes and fears, the drama of their lives. </i></div><div><i>It is in this way we can be reminded that history is much more than a strictly educational process. Truly understanding the past is a matter of experience as well as knowledge; it is a striving to make a spiritual, emotional, poetic, dramatic, and inspirational connection with our forebears. It is about our personal reactions to the challenges of living in previous centuries and earlier cultures, and our understanding of what makes one century different from another. We know what love, fear, pain, anger, grief, sadness, and anxiety is like today. Those in the past knew as well. This is the human relation we have with our forebears."</i></div><div><br /></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvtCgCt5yWooumzPx6snbW-nHi6BbFEJSLa-Uo-Vtndn7LpUuxp-wtYmbZBZITEFAucm5sveccEBlhk3U_1sAtlxBdeFWKhc0juQgpiDn3m5t8UJyqKHv5uyzMZpCOooYGP1_HJb_hEVeArfvFkVaIto2wbZGCADHlIhcxlzQaXFlVfE3dJWExUkBeQA/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20006%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvtCgCt5yWooumzPx6snbW-nHi6BbFEJSLa-Uo-Vtndn7LpUuxp-wtYmbZBZITEFAucm5sveccEBlhk3U_1sAtlxBdeFWKhc0juQgpiDn3m5t8UJyqKHv5uyzMZpCOooYGP1_HJb_hEVeArfvFkVaIto2wbZGCADHlIhcxlzQaXFlVfE3dJWExUkBeQA/w688-h458/r%202024%20-%2001-08%20006%20Reenacting%20Year.jpg" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">At home - winter...with a warm mug of wassail...<br />May the coming year be filled with all the wonderful blessings a year can hold...<br />...and then some.</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Until next time, see you in time.</div><div><br /></div><div>To see the full posts with plenty more pictures of the events listed in this post, please skim through this Passion for the Past blog.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">~~</span> ~~ <span style="color: #2b00fe;"><b> ~~</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />Historical Kenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04979801752112100293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56451385109293718.post-83803965374816567012024-01-01T09:00:00.005-05:002024-01-01T09:36:11.612-05:00Upon A Winter's Eve: Holiday Nights at Greenfield Village and at Home 2023<div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;">"Who, and what are you?" Scrooge demanded.</div><div style="text-align: center;">"I am the Ghost of Christmas Past."</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Long Past?" inquired Scrooge: observant of its dwarfish stature.</div><div style="text-align: center;">"No. Your past."</div><div><div style="text-align: center;">"It was a long night, if it were only a night, because the Christmastide appeared to be </div><div style="text-align: center;">condensed into the space of time they passed together."</div><div style="text-align: center;">~(taken from) A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens~</div></div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi94oOUwrrtIc2O56WmVQFzVVA3O3ayF7LW1ZTZxb5Uemxksh6ZDEYie360rk2ufKMukjFWeFs4VEqcltVlK7RqGdGrPpAKzs9t_SKBNFyn-EcLzGBsf3o1S_RB7L5ATvRJXmUxOQQmvdLosK3BqIZaOU23E_rOOXwl6q95c0knDS3MubjqThOdZRGLoQ/s832/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20055%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="832" data-original-width="624" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi94oOUwrrtIc2O56WmVQFzVVA3O3ayF7LW1ZTZxb5Uemxksh6ZDEYie360rk2ufKMukjFWeFs4VEqcltVlK7RqGdGrPpAKzs9t_SKBNFyn-EcLzGBsf3o1S_RB7L5ATvRJXmUxOQQmvdLosK3BqIZaOU23E_rOOXwl6q95c0knDS3MubjqThOdZRGLoQ/w300-h400/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20055%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Holiday Nights<br />Program Guide 2023</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>On the evening of December 28 I had a "long past " moment when I dressed in my colonial clothing and, with my wife and our friends, went to Holiday Nights at historic Greenfield Village.</div><div>And, as always, the spirits of Christmas Past were with me that evening!</div><div><div>Holiday Nights is one of the most spectacular Christmas events - not only in Michigan, but in the nation. It is a celebration of over 200 years of historical Christmas and New Year's observations, from America's colonial period through World War II.</div><div>I have been attending Christmas in some form or another at Greenfield Village since...um...wow---1983---before they even <i>had</i> a Holiday Nights or anything like it! At that time it was simply an evening of dining at the Eagle Tavern with a guided lantern walk back to the front exit. Sometime in the 1990s, a separate evening event was created called the 12 Nights of Christmas. Then, due to its popularity, 12 Nights grew into 14+ nights, and included New Years celebrations of times past, and the name was changed to Holiday Nights.</div><div>And my wife and I missed very few annual visits, if any.</div><div>Now here we are, all these years later (forty years later, to be exact!), and we still enjoy going every bit as much as we ever have.</div><div>So! Won't you join me as we travel through Christmas past? We shall begin at some of the earliest structures at the Village - those from the 18th century - and walk our way throughout time.</div></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">.</span><span style="color: #38761d;">-</span><span style="color: red;">.</span><span style="color: #38761d;">-</span><span style="color: red;">.</span><span style="color: #38761d;">-</span><span style="color: red;">.</span><span style="color: #38761d;">-</span><span style="color: red;">.</span><span style="color: #38761d;">-</span><span style="color: red;">.</span><span style="color: #38761d;">-</span><span style="color: red;">.</span><span style="color: #38761d;">-</span><span style="color: red;">.</span><span style="color: #38761d;">-</span><span style="color: red;">.</span><span style="color: #38761d;">-</span><span style="color: red;">.</span><span style="color: #38761d;">-</span><span style="color: red;">.</span><span style="color: #38761d;">-</span><span style="color: red;">.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>"...these were shadows of the things that have been, that they are what they are, do not blame me!"</i></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDcGai9xawcvRyVhXxGP9tQJzqmt-1wdtDVzGMrSiEYCh2PvsMxYAcwmc-4ARm3cOym0rAoDoZr8SnKCGJQfCOdtSE84D-4LMnef4jQBSwf634ZngKB_EecaRUGC_FN0ZoyvkLNxB73gagOt6tc957_ftoaxO_Fveb3baOgNtjDckZSv2aQBaXA0dz2g/s806/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20032%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="806" data-original-width="605" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDcGai9xawcvRyVhXxGP9tQJzqmt-1wdtDVzGMrSiEYCh2PvsMxYAcwmc-4ARm3cOym0rAoDoZr8SnKCGJQfCOdtSE84D-4LMnef4jQBSwf634ZngKB_EecaRUGC_FN0ZoyvkLNxB73gagOt6tc957_ftoaxO_Fveb3baOgNtjDckZSv2aQBaXA0dz2g/w480-h640/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20032%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Shadows of the night?<br />or<br />Shadows of things that have been?</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;">All of the Greenfield Village photos here were taken after the sun went down, therefore may be a bit dark to look at, such as the next few photos. But they have a period quality to them, giving an impression of what life may have looked and been like 250 years ago, back during the time of our founding generation: Washington, Franklin, Adams, Revere, Jefferson... </div><div style="text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP0zG48OHr45PL2hH6dW0vOVlLp2f3jyo0blfXSU0I7oMU72B0HQ2qLWQ8oW9ZsbNq_GsC17dqb_C4O3SuoWwW1MQVQ-zbxfVZXHKvBJeh-Qh9jtub-iwBLDKyelPidkrK09wrICszdkWPSGsjM-3huIt6G74dNZDx8wHHEJK2hQE6bAl-AaGojq_j0A/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20027%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP0zG48OHr45PL2hH6dW0vOVlLp2f3jyo0blfXSU0I7oMU72B0HQ2qLWQ8oW9ZsbNq_GsC17dqb_C4O3SuoWwW1MQVQ-zbxfVZXHKvBJeh-Qh9jtub-iwBLDKyelPidkrK09wrICszdkWPSGsjM-3huIt6G74dNZDx8wHHEJK2hQE6bAl-AaGojq_j0A/w689-h458/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20027%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" width="689" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">With a lone lit lantern for our sole light along the dark, wooded pathway, Jennifer, Amy, and I searched for the home of Samuel Daggett.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br style="text-align: center;" /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCtXE-gu2CX0iNAw8WP-9WK-Lmvvs_A9390vFm1rM1m04O5S2CWZUVKUEOr7z3IVI6o1nOJFgp2O3sYAhmJH83ENE1uC5YGtRQu6oixauk5MRzbxVNm40sO-vQw-7dFM3_9TYhAQlel-g6q4kxXTtq4BxM5_wddLzz80IametNMaqrMaorJiVKVxzz3w/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20028%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="460" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCtXE-gu2CX0iNAw8WP-9WK-Lmvvs_A9390vFm1rM1m04O5S2CWZUVKUEOr7z3IVI6o1nOJFgp2O3sYAhmJH83ENE1uC5YGtRQu6oixauk5MRzbxVNm40sO-vQw-7dFM3_9TYhAQlel-g6q4kxXTtq4BxM5_wddLzz80IametNMaqrMaorJiVKVxzz3w/w692-h460/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20028%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" width="692" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">It was a dark and rainy night, though the gray skies did give us a little extra light.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSv4qLt8S6lUfl4YV7FpqH19rhuPmqbjNw7g0grcwEG236vqgi6CQhyphenhyphen5lYchLbl296z74Uum_2CyJms6wAanXG6lvrRuHJ5m6PKR4QnkXl1VtBdKMtVtJe-qBW6vP_cTsUk2NWcJ5_4lyJ-QJ6iyp5tBHGAdqDUMvM3H16KOwhUFPtF-0XKPc0ypoEbg/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20029%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="460" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSv4qLt8S6lUfl4YV7FpqH19rhuPmqbjNw7g0grcwEG236vqgi6CQhyphenhyphen5lYchLbl296z74Uum_2CyJms6wAanXG6lvrRuHJ5m6PKR4QnkXl1VtBdKMtVtJe-qBW6vP_cTsUk2NWcJ5_4lyJ-QJ6iyp5tBHGAdqDUMvM3H16KOwhUFPtF-0XKPc0ypoEbg/w691-h460/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20029%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" width="691" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I have the lantern tucked in front of me, and it is easy to see just how dark it is without its glowing flame.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNsLlggnoRkueiTbtM4YEgHC5dvMOUcQX3Js7bpVYmUeoJcSPXSGGk5YM5rns87GJQuCA10Jjac2wesMCLUnfU2TNisZR81f4Yc-FIOe_Bzz59lwtUljh2_66EiwpGEcY8yz5Taa_6TuCmhwMOJzIwKXEPJSo5ectBUIpN-O4RtV3omuF7De1mTWBgnQ/s1424/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20030%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="893" data-original-width="1424" height="436" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNsLlggnoRkueiTbtM4YEgHC5dvMOUcQX3Js7bpVYmUeoJcSPXSGGk5YM5rns87GJQuCA10Jjac2wesMCLUnfU2TNisZR81f4Yc-FIOe_Bzz59lwtUljh2_66EiwpGEcY8yz5Taa_6TuCmhwMOJzIwKXEPJSo5ectBUIpN-O4RtV3omuF7De1mTWBgnQ/w694-h436/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20030%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" width="694" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Wait----is that the Daggett House up upon the hill?</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVhQ_xDK36XddoWbFgo68o83_A13D2uXnm__vX3F1bH5i0e_B6zTclDqCsHo4eBUYWI0yXx7OSfIuZOHsMoaACtA5E5UboX-_rvQN254R6ECa1TQ4w_6yPch3X0eGEOuEInFIwFMkcHnRWQQl3QfnGFcb5I9vbhetDJmvlxaMpLitq3WD41kxmZT5s8A/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20026%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="457" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVhQ_xDK36XddoWbFgo68o83_A13D2uXnm__vX3F1bH5i0e_B6zTclDqCsHo4eBUYWI0yXx7OSfIuZOHsMoaACtA5E5UboX-_rvQN254R6ECa1TQ4w_6yPch3X0eGEOuEInFIwFMkcHnRWQQl3QfnGFcb5I9vbhetDJmvlxaMpLitq3WD41kxmZT5s8A/w687-h457/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20026%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" width="687" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Why...'tis!<br />Let's go inside and have a warm.<br /><i>(This was my favorite picture of the evening)</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;">Over at the Daggett House, there is no Christmas celebration, for the Daggetts were Congregationalists and did not celebrate the holiday. So, in the program guide, it is stated:<br />"1760s Winter Evening"~</div><div style="text-align: left;">The guide goes on to say that "in 1760 Connecticut Christmas was not observed." This is not necessarily true. Yes, it wasn't observed by those belonging to certain religions, as noted, but there were those who did observe and celebrate the holiday. And we must remember, those who did celebrate did not do so in the all-out manner in which we do today; their ways were geared more toward food: eating pies (minced, pumpkin) and enjoying a fine meal and drink - perhaps wassail. Methinks Greenfield Village needs to research this a bit deeper (click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2014/12/a-colonial-christmas-with-brief-history.html">HERE</a> for my own researched information---longstanding myths do die hard).</div><div style="text-align: left;">The guide does on to state: "Peek in to see what a typical evening might look like for the Daggett family."</div><div style="text-align: left;">And this they did well.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Before going into the house that Samuel Daggett himself built back in the early 1750s, we stopped at the cresset.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisW0ZWGsvLgMgp-7TLIaeq137HZRcK9WiTfEl8WhKbUrOYDdZ3IS415g3-P1Wa12jhJlDJurSa1zc6ZNLJHoes5Y3ud4v8HBYFAKM_VISeafCJoxhxpzesboE1Ac4uEbs1zD33SwW17hP2ktlSTRgDGi2zMm65IYziklwOe4lEC5sf09DXiqi-VCYiwg/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20010%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="459" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisW0ZWGsvLgMgp-7TLIaeq137HZRcK9WiTfEl8WhKbUrOYDdZ3IS415g3-P1Wa12jhJlDJurSa1zc6ZNLJHoes5Y3ud4v8HBYFAKM_VISeafCJoxhxpzesboE1Ac4uEbs1zD33SwW17hP2ktlSTRgDGi2zMm65IYziklwOe4lEC5sf09DXiqi-VCYiwg/w691-h459/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20010%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" width="691" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I was not alone in the wearing of 18th century clothing on this night; my two "partners" in what has become an annual endeavor of the three of us dressing 18th century and visiting the past during Holiday Nights, came along once again, for this is our third year meeting up on this, the last day of an open Greenfield Village until mid-April.<br />As you may be able to tell, we are standing next to the lit cresset in front of the Daggett House.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;">A cresset is a metal cup or basket, often mounted to or suspended from a pole, containing oil, pitch, a rope steeped in rosin or something flammable. They are burned as a light or beacon.</div><div style="text-align: left;">The earliest reference to a Cresset that can be found is in England between 1066 and 1122. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJOi2Usg8E-DyA_IcV4rWXvMQcWZuOlsg2_tDjwjGT7bJpRgpu5FZWc4Ju_esbchc7XIUSYr1ti2K-3JWftRImW8f5xUJQEvzKjRMIvalJekUochVeQLntPeqendFTJPAD-ONtGdzyjTaaTFvVAdZB6q1DVipvaSjPYvXT05tWLpxIzwy8XYj8PJ45rQ/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20038%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="464" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJOi2Usg8E-DyA_IcV4rWXvMQcWZuOlsg2_tDjwjGT7bJpRgpu5FZWc4Ju_esbchc7XIUSYr1ti2K-3JWftRImW8f5xUJQEvzKjRMIvalJekUochVeQLntPeqendFTJPAD-ONtGdzyjTaaTFvVAdZB6q1DVipvaSjPYvXT05tWLpxIzwy8XYj8PJ45rQ/w698-h464/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20038%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" width="698" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">There was a goodly warm fire a-blazing in the great hall fireplace.<br />The Daggett House has one central chimney with, I believe, five fireplaces attached -<br />three on the main floor (the great hall, the kitchen, and the formal parlor), and two in the two bed chambers "above stairs," as the second floor was known to be called in the 18th century (from what the good folk at Colonial Williamsburg told me).</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTkKTEzN_It5a-gjNbv_YAX7nyjmQCkF9EPNybTXwG8DXv18OdRBHqwSOs9wCPCcwPcCBC4WxLMsSym61R830rg99lKcAZROjoQLQadkDeNP4OfCAoGg82lZwbf85i7OKGPhvoYhjs1LusL67Nl1m-1YMTpCvVzQAphfWFzt_7evupJFpcQmwG1NwAiA/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20011%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="470" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTkKTEzN_It5a-gjNbv_YAX7nyjmQCkF9EPNybTXwG8DXv18OdRBHqwSOs9wCPCcwPcCBC4WxLMsSym61R830rg99lKcAZROjoQLQadkDeNP4OfCAoGg82lZwbf85i7OKGPhvoYhjs1LusL67Nl1m-1YMTpCvVzQAphfWFzt_7evupJFpcQmwG1NwAiA/w706-h470/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20011%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" width="706" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Cooking at the kitchen hearth inside Daggett.<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;">These rooms would actually be even darker, for the Daggetts more than likely would not have multiple candles burning along with two blazing fires in the fireplaces. But for this event, it is needed for precautionary measures - as much light for guidance, yet still showing the room sufficiently dark.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJzQFxChclorvheBaNmcVd1ypBHwTAs2n13YnhnTh6b3YbvDbQ7Lofa1JbfvHtrTY90530bLJ8VH6HZsdGA4Q-6tLRXm4yOr5VAIG_J9eFJdHzBOksfBL3_34RuzIqb14jO6qGMh_87w43RGlBLf5ji6JK45ySlWD_nh2xxTn-bY0ICSfRmS4LEXsykg/s960/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20039%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="719" height="727" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJzQFxChclorvheBaNmcVd1ypBHwTAs2n13YnhnTh6b3YbvDbQ7Lofa1JbfvHtrTY90530bLJ8VH6HZsdGA4Q-6tLRXm4yOr5VAIG_J9eFJdHzBOksfBL3_34RuzIqb14jO6qGMh_87w43RGlBLf5ji6JK45ySlWD_nh2xxTn-bY0ICSfRmS4LEXsykg/w546-h727/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20039%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" width="546" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Jennifer gazing out the window near the back kitchen door.<br />Her camera captured the brightness from the (unnecessary) spotlight <br />outside, creating a daylight affect.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">So I looked out the same window and asked to have a photo taken from the opposite side:</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3yaj2koUJdkAusoq2hkB4MyMiX3ModInPA3EM70tLP_aJP-uU6eG3DYqQ_4fehv2Q_O16lfJ-Kw9pGyb2nkuRz8enDBqnw4ZDx1Y4Dq74q-_wmJdP8hi3hgoPCfiCZFHxWQy_B9JVMkGy7iFX5wwawEgAamuI78dvj_d8QNth7DI0-T4X0IHSqFy_-Q/s1848/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20035%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1848" data-original-width="1178" height="883" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3yaj2koUJdkAusoq2hkB4MyMiX3ModInPA3EM70tLP_aJP-uU6eG3DYqQ_4fehv2Q_O16lfJ-Kw9pGyb2nkuRz8enDBqnw4ZDx1Y4Dq74q-_wmJdP8hi3hgoPCfiCZFHxWQy_B9JVMkGy7iFX5wwawEgAamuI78dvj_d8QNth7DI0-T4X0IHSqFy_-Q/w563-h883/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20035%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" width="563" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">This is almost a sort of ethereal-spooky kind of image.<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">From Daggett we moved to the Plympton House.</div><div style="text-align: center;">But first...</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJRl9iu8AFLxuHZE7yZ0chXKGcMQ9BdFQdvg_EtjuvomFajLCgH2KB_kHE5Nh4_2eiFFJALFHRthwolANBoj25yOxEpsC9gKJiptNPndkCWtFK0Euv7lxx6MvE1dCevK89vmU7XJwZPtGOJ-vOkX6WxFqWIqqKoiCtignxSRZHcxIYAfvwPKmBDP5cjw/s1169/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20037%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1169" data-original-width="702" height="685" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJRl9iu8AFLxuHZE7yZ0chXKGcMQ9BdFQdvg_EtjuvomFajLCgH2KB_kHE5Nh4_2eiFFJALFHRthwolANBoj25yOxEpsC9gKJiptNPndkCWtFK0Euv7lxx6MvE1dCevK89vmU7XJwZPtGOJ-vOkX6WxFqWIqqKoiCtignxSRZHcxIYAfvwPKmBDP5cjw/w411-h685/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20037%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" width="411" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">We had to pass the Farris (Cape Cod) Windmill<br />from 1633.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;">This is a beautiful, picturesque structure originally built on Cape Cod (Massachusetts) in 1633.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />Since there was nothing going on near the windmill this night (other nights before Christmas were able to see and hear a colonial fife & drum corps), we moved passed and stopped at the home once belonging to Thomas Plympton. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdEnb8wHmoMzcJd6NDODDe9C-9UvRqTij-Ml3U0mjjKoUm0uV6nCiFw5errKICrpTxAC8cdZ2Jlo9s3xaKzijuNozolN_6-_IPZBqK7O2mAPUloKdIPoXBnqp2BAj0PQAVP_udNgQ-Fpsk8dODIJr9sJOct6AKnY788IfOyXYVnqrv3OLplxukAUOKEA/s1293/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20041%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="880" data-original-width="1293" height="470" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdEnb8wHmoMzcJd6NDODDe9C-9UvRqTij-Ml3U0mjjKoUm0uV6nCiFw5errKICrpTxAC8cdZ2Jlo9s3xaKzijuNozolN_6-_IPZBqK7O2mAPUloKdIPoXBnqp2BAj0PQAVP_udNgQ-Fpsk8dODIJr9sJOct6AKnY788IfOyXYVnqrv3OLplxukAUOKEA/w690-h470/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20041%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" width="690" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ah...here we are - a house with loads of history!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><div>This house saw some action in the early morning hours of April 19, 1775, when Abel Prescott, brother of Samuel, who did a partial ride with Paul Revere a few hours before, came a-pounding on the door, letting Thomas Plympton, a member of the Provincial Congress, know that the Regulars were on the march (though "the British are coming!" was never said in that time).</div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy3LRxYiw8WTY4JNrQeUuY7yo02laf-JdDsEQhM3ZQkWKxhZM9sTN5WwXKePcR7tNXkPp2u0Z5-dKSvvVfW474saamGUUhyphenhyphenUgywuFiT_1pk_wv3WhokvYxR3A3RFdhdk84-NVcEQgHuFfHUeevGG2QKwBNG6gT76GuKkF3L65XrnxSKz8azfsuDOurMA/s1020/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20012%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="735" data-original-width="1020" height="499" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy3LRxYiw8WTY4JNrQeUuY7yo02laf-JdDsEQhM3ZQkWKxhZM9sTN5WwXKePcR7tNXkPp2u0Z5-dKSvvVfW474saamGUUhyphenhyphenUgywuFiT_1pk_wv3WhokvYxR3A3RFdhdk84-NVcEQgHuFfHUeevGG2QKwBNG6gT76GuKkF3L65XrnxSKz8azfsuDOurMA/w692-h499/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20012%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" width="692" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">It's too bad Greenfield Village doesn't have those of us who do colonial living history to <br />present a colonial Christmas scenario, teaching about the Christmas celebrations of <br />the 18th century.<br />The Plympton House would be perfect for us!<br />They could do some slight modifications in furniture so we could sit inside the house, around the table. </span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpcUMJeiv0XF_ALOEuwojsIttdTxgpYJtqfmYauNfXxyHEn1QCaTVA7Tc6NZSiQo9MtbqDt8jQWGDYMDxL278lCOyoYPEPeByh2bhlkxFECRTscAOTijYdKu1LNkQ66cCoGyZ5Z67JC36Frv-x_iWaQ4xwhX9NcWDD27MNhLGkspTBZxJa52oVHGim1Q/s1225/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20061%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="891" data-original-width="1225" height="501" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpcUMJeiv0XF_ALOEuwojsIttdTxgpYJtqfmYauNfXxyHEn1QCaTVA7Tc6NZSiQo9MtbqDt8jQWGDYMDxL278lCOyoYPEPeByh2bhlkxFECRTscAOTijYdKu1LNkQ66cCoGyZ5Z67JC36Frv-x_iWaQ4xwhX9NcWDD27MNhLGkspTBZxJa52oVHGim1Q/w689-h501/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20061%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.JPG" width="689" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I can see us now...how wonderfully awesome would that be?<br />Plus the folks would get more for their money - with the fife & drums and WWI guys gone, this would be a good alternative. It really would not take much to put together.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;">Ah...one can wish, right?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicVGWbXZR3_YZPu3y6LwnifJRLqUbd-bL_67eTgOwJfKgFXkWgYZxItpuyTsKujQMJLRvFHm0rJflKVvzZ2A4dJY9SPp4pooFkNZg316UOioiR_CJ_DFxOpStm8N6-jel-XQlc3XhnXiKrHk8FWdoIUgYtDRbDuKztyeDC7KaCFuEGakWIBFj1221AUA/s878/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20036%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="878" data-original-width="616" height="802" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicVGWbXZR3_YZPu3y6LwnifJRLqUbd-bL_67eTgOwJfKgFXkWgYZxItpuyTsKujQMJLRvFHm0rJflKVvzZ2A4dJY9SPp4pooFkNZg316UOioiR_CJ_DFxOpStm8N6-jel-XQlc3XhnXiKrHk8FWdoIUgYtDRbDuKztyeDC7KaCFuEGakWIBFj1221AUA/w564-h802/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20036%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" width="564" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">No, I did not enter the house with my lit lantern - only stood <br />at the door as if I were Thomas Plympton.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I actually was not portraying any one person this night. And if people asked me "who I was," I would only tell them "a simple farmer."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGaWjt4xNEIJW7-BKgz3qVToiVWSRiMcAb6PdoDn6aQVB8jkF5OPTagIZnYfDMmtsxQ9u_l3tan4hDJhP04KOvzSkawL9qZlD8HwHSR9b47dhN9sgXrZroXaexezaa4OwbW5sHBv0JeTD0gVuN0rU2_iX7YZcImjYYNHCfUYnxS6CEx0DWBwCg5veKnw/s849/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20031%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="849" data-original-width="636" height="728" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGaWjt4xNEIJW7-BKgz3qVToiVWSRiMcAb6PdoDn6aQVB8jkF5OPTagIZnYfDMmtsxQ9u_l3tan4hDJhP04KOvzSkawL9qZlD8HwHSR9b47dhN9sgXrZroXaexezaa4OwbW5sHBv0JeTD0gVuN0rU2_iX7YZcImjYYNHCfUYnxS6CEx0DWBwCg5veKnw/w546-h728/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20031%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" width="546" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">However, multiple people called me "Mr. Revere" or even said "The<br />British are coming" to me. No, I actually wasn't<br />representing my Revolutionary War hero this night, though it<br />was good to hear Paul Revere is still known in<br />the 21st century.<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Time for a warmth break!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3sdc6emg6agBCyGztxQxGOmrchPS_oK_8Joz3dBYDvtdDZk1pSWdnq02TpTkzMv33Y5EzwRcFSl1-EK2aPyUAzfoV0jCWhFgoMfYCySOZaTnXytrlhLqMeyWcjppWFg67n-2w_MOWTETAZefqjlkjzhtP__GvFaG9LjW9D0qWJPTN7Qzemgwj08qA6w/s840/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20009%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="812" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3sdc6emg6agBCyGztxQxGOmrchPS_oK_8Joz3dBYDvtdDZk1pSWdnq02TpTkzMv33Y5EzwRcFSl1-EK2aPyUAzfoV0jCWhFgoMfYCySOZaTnXytrlhLqMeyWcjppWFg67n-2w_MOWTETAZefqjlkjzhtP__GvFaG9LjW9D0qWJPTN7Qzemgwj08qA6w/w540-h812/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20009%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" width="540" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I have horrible sciatica and had to sit for a short time<br />as we made our through Greenfield Village. <br />On such a damp, rainy night as this was, the warmth from <br />the firepits strewn throughout the Village felt wonderful.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_OMZ9J2ppZ-v_tLSPNeiKZWryr6dh0zUKydZG8f3Dkwk8yLsPVExYEs07pVxURi_UkawVITZurN_IF0mOoqqYtklKqPBDYxYUOQPYnbRSQ2k079diMRag1ec1NPFnwEm7GT5QzvkhAQDOz28elcrT15vcE0k3k0-HSmnPKUn2Kws2pjbIEugUl9I8Wg/s806/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20033%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="785" data-original-width="806" height="624" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_OMZ9J2ppZ-v_tLSPNeiKZWryr6dh0zUKydZG8f3Dkwk8yLsPVExYEs07pVxURi_UkawVITZurN_IF0mOoqqYtklKqPBDYxYUOQPYnbRSQ2k079diMRag1ec1NPFnwEm7GT5QzvkhAQDOz28elcrT15vcE0k3k0-HSmnPKUn2Kws2pjbIEugUl9I8Wg/w640-h624/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20033%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Another house I enjoy visiting - the Giddings House, built in the early 1750s.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYspwxEW_Y8pprKYKzSW6-C6YRZo8K0nXnDBhDGPB0yY4wW99Wezm8ZhokLPhaniX3jgq_igeIvdDNdDlYNZc_4I4e4c-ZGCkiVuEpPnqO_khNNyDr8vLWfd7O8y0uh8gsfctUa3F7S7RqT11CwSyukKfB-nAZhjPvjUmiL35MVKpGl3XHPTRvfV2uTA/s840/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20013%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="852" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYspwxEW_Y8pprKYKzSW6-C6YRZo8K0nXnDBhDGPB0yY4wW99Wezm8ZhokLPhaniX3jgq_igeIvdDNdDlYNZc_4I4e4c-ZGCkiVuEpPnqO_khNNyDr8vLWfd7O8y0uh8gsfctUa3F7S7RqT11CwSyukKfB-nAZhjPvjUmiL35MVKpGl3XHPTRvfV2uTA/w567-h852/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20013%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" width="567" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Melissa was stoking the fire to keep it going in the everyday parlor, <br />also known as the sitting room.<br />Like the Daggett House, there is one central chimney with multiple <br />fireplaces attached on both the first and second floor. Unfortunately, <br />the 2nd floor is plexi-glassed off, making it nearly impossible <br />to see the bedchamber fireplaces. But it is to my understanding<br />there are five of them in total, again, like Daggett.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLxKnnqQLsoY1qLOa-Ro7XJVwZttig1oBHBP6ZT4aQ-7nJLwu7LrhRltcwf8NYMLXaqfgdugncPSiWAaBJu_EA9c6MdHd4CYm9IR2gDzV9CnVbauE_qIfHM5qW7hrgoKc5nTZOnHjaZbDYJzXhkTXpGu_bXkLnlJJMRddkrAnHopj9ur_FCwH0EZUVXg/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20014%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="457" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLxKnnqQLsoY1qLOa-Ro7XJVwZttig1oBHBP6ZT4aQ-7nJLwu7LrhRltcwf8NYMLXaqfgdugncPSiWAaBJu_EA9c6MdHd4CYm9IR2gDzV9CnVbauE_qIfHM5qW7hrgoKc5nTZOnHjaZbDYJzXhkTXpGu_bXkLnlJJMRddkrAnHopj9ur_FCwH0EZUVXg/w687-h457/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20014%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" width="687" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Jennifer and I warmed our cold, damp hands in the everyday parlor/sitting room.<br />It was not a bitter cold evening - the temperature raised into the 40s, which was one of the warmest Holiday Nights I've ever been to - but the rain kept the skin clammy.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgihX8s40hkVimfP-n5CPkdpHxUuEBrk0146eAswIxibLrUPJg5460kzLP7GJn575WoKbyAiOGQOWONKSiX6jWuW707izHiWKVIF7VmOl1KAOS5bbMzYPGB904mMkdZ6QyrM0qi1nRLwQQLIzvEwd4ucew_BHLjWIygaWkM_IvN9IBpadcQJEkrmQSqEA/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20015%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="461" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgihX8s40hkVimfP-n5CPkdpHxUuEBrk0146eAswIxibLrUPJg5460kzLP7GJn575WoKbyAiOGQOWONKSiX6jWuW707izHiWKVIF7VmOl1KAOS5bbMzYPGB904mMkdZ6QyrM0qi1nRLwQQLIzvEwd4ucew_BHLjWIygaWkM_IvN9IBpadcQJEkrmQSqEA/w693-h461/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20015%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" width="693" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">This room was usually the second best room of the house, and its furnishings were less formal and usually included a rocking chair, regular chairs, a table, a sewing table, a writing desk, and a warm fire. The sitting room was used daily by the family, and it was here where they entertained their closest friends.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Though it was "an orderly place," the room became dirty and cluttered as the day went on because it was the most used throughout the day by family and friends.</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">There is a recording of a lone fiddle playing a jig in the background. For this season of the year, this house used to be depicted as having a colonial-era New Year's party.</div><div style="text-align: left;">So now, according to the program/handout, they now call it a <i>"Winter Social Season in New Hampshire: Step into the urban home of prosperous merchant and ship builder John Giddings for a typical social gathering, and enjoy the rich aroma of chocolate being made."</i></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjLvtrWfyC8qA9iAUw5bAkPBFWUky-jKay9g7rZ_4NUmEE6xkfEkbIprrPbDMN74ibQcGSly89_lKPi4oO3b2vUarae2_kU8cUMrtzEiaoE8xJzKcfRzE07CMVC3yNAlsoN4sS-Dpj1r_eWchHZgyTR4nOqbhjWv4wU-9B8u_p-L7NAl1r06zhpftRfA/s868/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20034%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="868" data-original-width="642" height="812" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjLvtrWfyC8qA9iAUw5bAkPBFWUky-jKay9g7rZ_4NUmEE6xkfEkbIprrPbDMN74ibQcGSly89_lKPi4oO3b2vUarae2_kU8cUMrtzEiaoE8xJzKcfRzE07CMVC3yNAlsoN4sS-Dpj1r_eWchHZgyTR4nOqbhjWv4wU-9B8u_p-L7NAl1r06zhpftRfA/w601-h812/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20034%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" width="601" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Social gathering?<br />Let's dance, my dear friend!<br />With the sounds of a fiddle playing, Jennifer & I broke into an impromptu <br />period-type dance.<br />She did not expect it but went along - it was certainly fun! </span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCcezuof0zpcjFDBEzMICOyAoI9lAVCH3dONzQMcndEDz1X4d3-C_PIup3nhTxmC-m_8BoGErgWL8PxS-LOSePpUH2KhkcCo3ZYURoY9qIpOfroh6x-ZR7En7qJJfBr3o37jNKuOzNmmjNjuHqkJDyLJIQR_A0-KuGovJJpynD8hKwGOubCUuGaK8evw/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20016%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="456" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCcezuof0zpcjFDBEzMICOyAoI9lAVCH3dONzQMcndEDz1X4d3-C_PIup3nhTxmC-m_8BoGErgWL8PxS-LOSePpUH2KhkcCo3ZYURoY9qIpOfroh6x-ZR7En7qJJfBr3o37jNKuOzNmmjNjuHqkJDyLJIQR_A0-KuGovJJpynD8hKwGOubCUuGaK8evw/w685-h456/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20016%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" width="685" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">18th century treats.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijTZ2QtFLsqT5UfpwFlUBqQMcU8eIUTxhyphenhyphenmv_KwL35gSeskiq5bczQ6DVW9-38E6AkoQ6jkK12aplM8mNG6BkAOL6K-JR_0EGgVI4LGcD7PA2vXLRqon65RI2_iSE_gliJjSkE7UItgtlMroxlPGcrjWBnZcSwf0q-mCxnmV5x-kuyFWBMQ5T5kFeEzA/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20017%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijTZ2QtFLsqT5UfpwFlUBqQMcU8eIUTxhyphenhyphenmv_KwL35gSeskiq5bczQ6DVW9-38E6AkoQ6jkK12aplM8mNG6BkAOL6K-JR_0EGgVI4LGcD7PA2vXLRqon65RI2_iSE_gliJjSkE7UItgtlMroxlPGcrjWBnZcSwf0q-mCxnmV5x-kuyFWBMQ5T5kFeEzA/w688-h458/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20017%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The room to the left of the staircase is the hall/best room/drawing room/the Sunday parlor - - take your pick at what to call it, for during colonial times, it went by all four titles, though "drawing room" seemed to be the term used in the wealthier homes, such as the Giddings.<br />Imagine the rare pineapple and other fruit in the dead of winter in the 18th century!</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgafa1t2cOdSxOy-PU4TBK7NhlMRQT6c75tdbj6TUuZAjn74rWrtyNT31_f0tACFYFqzujEbUeZT1dBQ0GdzHE7ucHeCga38W-zGPqHugI1ZbzRamToy5BRqUusCm2eJPKq_CHXCjufcTdagFwYPD7uEkkraepBIm27U2vQwqOPMyrK92-N9zGxsIqZwQ/s840/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20020%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="765" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgafa1t2cOdSxOy-PU4TBK7NhlMRQT6c75tdbj6TUuZAjn74rWrtyNT31_f0tACFYFqzujEbUeZT1dBQ0GdzHE7ucHeCga38W-zGPqHugI1ZbzRamToy5BRqUusCm2eJPKq_CHXCjufcTdagFwYPD7uEkkraepBIm27U2vQwqOPMyrK92-N9zGxsIqZwQ/w509-h765/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20020%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" width="509" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Inside the Giddings House kitchen we find </span><span style="font-size: medium;">the chocolateers </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>working their craft and </span><span>making a hot chocolate drink </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>in the same </span><span>manner as was done in the 18th century.</span></span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj135YZvb6YQ44OLfjvkIyrOpKUGyOZTI77oGDB0eal1Knion1ocLHVxmgwsa0ZBGL1XtRz-VMKN7ulnmjC45LDeCY1CRMooSloJnwXBZaQ8G1BoTs0Z0ga6O0wz8R7z3cMIguG6yrCTjlxcbEDvTdtkPwDvjJM8yUFGxu7as-T_ULEFjXxva3VHLCXMg/s840/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20022%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="768" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj135YZvb6YQ44OLfjvkIyrOpKUGyOZTI77oGDB0eal1Knion1ocLHVxmgwsa0ZBGL1XtRz-VMKN7ulnmjC45LDeCY1CRMooSloJnwXBZaQ8G1BoTs0Z0ga6O0wz8R7z3cMIguG6yrCTjlxcbEDvTdtkPwDvjJM8yUFGxu7as-T_ULEFjXxva3VHLCXMg/w511-h768/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20022%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" width="511" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Roy here is quite the amazing man, who very well represents <br />his 18th century counterparts.<br />It is interesting to see all of the ingredients that went into <br />chocolate from the 1700s:</span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">the large white cone is a sugar cone, while the tool laying next </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">to it is called </span><span style="font-size: medium;">a sugar nipper (to "nip" off the bits of sugar needed).</span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The three spices seen here are cinnamon, nutmeg and cayenne. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Oh, and one of those small bowls has sugar in it.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">In the small wooden plate left center are the shelled cacao seeds. </span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmYINrFimTIXDrfg0pSWBq5lRsf7Cj3i_0Ci_DhVIgKEm18X8e0_FgRFEwYHUrIK8QJN7EcznJi75cLwjZOdQHteTiogOSOmHQ33tLvT-NAwJ872Vu_6HTn0IaKDWmXopxZKjfOLgX8uBL5Ayf6zV0wKjm9R3z69vt1FezuXt9kkOcIfNgnTH7ROvpGA/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20023%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="459" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmYINrFimTIXDrfg0pSWBq5lRsf7Cj3i_0Ci_DhVIgKEm18X8e0_FgRFEwYHUrIK8QJN7EcznJi75cLwjZOdQHteTiogOSOmHQ33tLvT-NAwJ872Vu_6HTn0IaKDWmXopxZKjfOLgX8uBL5Ayf6zV0wKjm9R3z69vt1FezuXt9kkOcIfNgnTH7ROvpGA/w690-h459/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20023%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" width="690" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Amy and Jenny watch as raw or roasted and shelled cacao seeds (called beans) are being ground on a warm lava stone called a Metate stone. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A metate, also known as a mealing stone, is a type of quern - a ground stone tool used for processing grain and seeds and, in this case, the cacao seeds for chocolate making.</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXrrjQ8osJx4Lk_3WFOptaHrNzlaxbv5uNxh6VbptETEB4RTIUuvfQ9qM2JHTuoCK96OXorL0wjvIc-9Zi-oRRZj9cOSc845Tj62Jxn1e3cpYurQkgFT7jYsdSOVxLqJ5AZKTUzXsQzvdh2hNTH3yGkLc84hLXcSUL3TFVLB6FbE-2UXvDmKlxXHw5zQ/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20021%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXrrjQ8osJx4Lk_3WFOptaHrNzlaxbv5uNxh6VbptETEB4RTIUuvfQ9qM2JHTuoCK96OXorL0wjvIc-9Zi-oRRZj9cOSc845Tj62Jxn1e3cpYurQkgFT7jYsdSOVxLqJ5AZKTUzXsQzvdh2hNTH3yGkLc84hLXcSUL3TFVLB6FbE-2UXvDmKlxXHw5zQ/w689-h458/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20021%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" width="689" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Methinks Jenny is enjoying a hot cup of chocolate.<br />Okay - not really, but I would like to try to make this myself someday.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I was lucky enough to drink colonial-style chocolate a number of years back at the R. Charlton's Coffeehouse in Colonial Williamsburg. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZHqVEojUY7Rg9-e7pGi8JQhkMfsBzZ4gEAhuJsigWfNVDsLNIMSZbOp7W0yDyFYEoe743xqLPyHQGv6PV8mdVeQw8PpnFg-8kkLMeicwan9JrJo8PUZssmL-XjmrxNDV6HrRmsY9zUf46vx7-EJL-23bSfapFgRrPfg3B_1RDdHFktlUwk8Wyx5CZqw/s934/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20042%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="778" data-original-width="934" height="576" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZHqVEojUY7Rg9-e7pGi8JQhkMfsBzZ4gEAhuJsigWfNVDsLNIMSZbOp7W0yDyFYEoe743xqLPyHQGv6PV8mdVeQw8PpnFg-8kkLMeicwan9JrJo8PUZssmL-XjmrxNDV6HrRmsY9zUf46vx7-EJL-23bSfapFgRrPfg3B_1RDdHFktlUwk8Wyx5CZqw/w691-h576/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20042%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" width="691" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I enjoyed the hospitality shown to me inside R. Charlton's Coffee House</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">in Colonial Williamsburg.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">During our tour, visitors were offered coffee, tea, or hot chocolate.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I chose......hot chocolate - - real colonial hot chocolate. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Thick and rich and v-e-r-y chocolate-y.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And very good, I might add.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Yes, here I am being served in Charlton's.</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEYmugoN9mcyhes8xoQ3Dk4RcIWF0tiFinntCLPzMhYgfkWm3aQflL4jDS8Wylvv4eilxLtnmp1xBaEQQd-5UwsTVA-xzgimT7pqsJ0WqZ5EHG_gDBaJv_35vLacksIrP-wTwRgMS-5dxdiGvJ-Ah8-Lzygso93LPYPnSJw-NnS-iE6JH_LhrH720A8Q/s840/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20018%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="805" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEYmugoN9mcyhes8xoQ3Dk4RcIWF0tiFinntCLPzMhYgfkWm3aQflL4jDS8Wylvv4eilxLtnmp1xBaEQQd-5UwsTVA-xzgimT7pqsJ0WqZ5EHG_gDBaJv_35vLacksIrP-wTwRgMS-5dxdiGvJ-Ah8-Lzygso93LPYPnSJw-NnS-iE6JH_LhrH720A8Q/w534-h805/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20018%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" width="534" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">My wife captured Amy and I through the Giddings <br />kitchen doorway leading outside.<br /></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGRxyysKyQ14_WY-XgYQidRA1U9ERQgPeerGjUcbuDrQJpldBqIrA8ntf-6RWdco6LI8CfRjtv1QgOhY0AQW8b3XpiwFKyTqZx_5v3sw7tHQcOWCbCk-zMxMIlrsbU9GShx8Ex3cD_3S8c-J1h4kj1K9YPE8lISn6IKX8S3H-iA8-1qQEnKleOGV8tNQ/s840/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20019%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="801" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGRxyysKyQ14_WY-XgYQidRA1U9ERQgPeerGjUcbuDrQJpldBqIrA8ntf-6RWdco6LI8CfRjtv1QgOhY0AQW8b3XpiwFKyTqZx_5v3sw7tHQcOWCbCk-zMxMIlrsbU9GShx8Ex3cD_3S8c-J1h4kj1K9YPE8lISn6IKX8S3H-iA8-1qQEnKleOGV8tNQ/w532-h801/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20019%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" width="532" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Time to keep moving - - there was much more to see!</span></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;">You can call it a winter social, but, to me it will always be a New Year's celebration, in keeping with the season. I'm not at all sure why they changed the name...</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8fwpjlCtEDBV4BcyvKfzHy58BRi8j0NO276z9-6wo_ijNDC_sYtqeZejH-Az4Z6hPej439vgPyvH4Wf2xaNN51sj7QJhGRNEh9vJeNCoHJRHgLxiazlluQwier_oG8CXqxVKMFIPtWeGXO-JhwZlEzcDA1wYrqGwm7vqU2J119dtkCeKXGhdp29Pmlw/s1620/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20024%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="749" data-original-width="1620" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8fwpjlCtEDBV4BcyvKfzHy58BRi8j0NO276z9-6wo_ijNDC_sYtqeZejH-Az4Z6hPej439vgPyvH4Wf2xaNN51sj7QJhGRNEh9vJeNCoHJRHgLxiazlluQwier_oG8CXqxVKMFIPtWeGXO-JhwZlEzcDA1wYrqGwm7vqU2J119dtkCeKXGhdp29Pmlw/w693-h320/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20024%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" width="693" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Eyeing three structures from the East coast of the United States:<br />Daggett House, Farris Windmill, and Plympton House.<br />With the addition of an unneeded way-too-bright spotlight.<br />It was a wet night on December 28 - - if only this were snow...</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaCKYZUbN9Vtok1nf8LHYoE_K_ljBq7Dx1XPPbAE4ADb5O_uS8lKr6da-IhypuJvAnokDffKQV3mbcTYwCMixTI9Gs0uaPqxdEwyvnWSb0ruekmEB-NjLbFirUL-y6nWEilSBzbNyS2MnD4-7j_v1ykUmxSZL8P0xoiGNWHwZhl9DvOpJbVyRrbLbM_g/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20025%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="460" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaCKYZUbN9Vtok1nf8LHYoE_K_ljBq7Dx1XPPbAE4ADb5O_uS8lKr6da-IhypuJvAnokDffKQV3mbcTYwCMixTI9Gs0uaPqxdEwyvnWSb0ruekmEB-NjLbFirUL-y6nWEilSBzbNyS2MnD4-7j_v1ykUmxSZL8P0xoiGNWHwZhl9DvOpJbVyRrbLbM_g/w691-h460/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20025%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" width="691" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A bit closer and we can see, on the far left, the Cotswold Blacksmith Shop, <br />then the Daggett House, the windmill, and, closest to us is the Plympton House.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3pfF_G9aXnaHXi09PeThC79SrqDyboh58aNBUot-VBG4E9FK9VfnJKrgC_ygsveAVb6Q6Ew5lskFfHNfmEIx2TmJpji3ECgEsKLEQCyryFq92Q58_h_bIV8j3UopLiV2xqpDT_8RsrV4I7f3hdFHxUPJYk8MiNrRwAAjLsjmZj6muj9d21k7uSx5mvA/s960/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20045%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="685" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3pfF_G9aXnaHXi09PeThC79SrqDyboh58aNBUot-VBG4E9FK9VfnJKrgC_ygsveAVb6Q6Ew5lskFfHNfmEIx2TmJpji3ECgEsKLEQCyryFq92Q58_h_bIV8j3UopLiV2xqpDT_8RsrV4I7f3hdFHxUPJYk8MiNrRwAAjLsjmZj6muj9d21k7uSx5mvA/w514-h685/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20045%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" width="514" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Jennifer and I at the Cotswold Forge.<br /></span><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Her camera really grabs the light - in actuality, </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">it is a much darker scene.</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Time marches on, and so did we - - up to the 1940s and the second world war.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxifBnLTkAx5vlxPhuCwjbkPIeDuFU8Fl0fYh466KgFA_S4SZUx7yUDXS_A67VBteYUE2q7Ymeqmr7CeNCaxOey1SQGNmOLyQjWyyJsAzZW5DN-UdhlTl_1TTtL-JSxSxG8nLhDX6khlj5tiU-anhvs9aQh1nfUM-FO6TCettZNd_cJ02CpYn094AvNA/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20043%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxifBnLTkAx5vlxPhuCwjbkPIeDuFU8Fl0fYh466KgFA_S4SZUx7yUDXS_A67VBteYUE2q7Ymeqmr7CeNCaxOey1SQGNmOLyQjWyyJsAzZW5DN-UdhlTl_1TTtL-JSxSxG8nLhDX6khlj5tiU-anhvs9aQh1nfUM-FO6TCettZNd_cJ02CpYn094AvNA/w688-h458/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20043%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>World War II-Era Red Cross Hospitality Station at the Cotswold Cottage~</b><br />"In 1944 wartime England, U.S. troops were stationed throughout the country, including the Cotswolds."<br />It was here where we learned how our soldiers, so far from home, were given a royal treatment by those living in the English homefront. </span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn62tMblmuT0kFZjDhoq_2agw_X6SS6_MhkxKb2o3VfD35nJZYJBs75vdeSvGMoCCgeSQEI-duGic7d2y9m-qEFtTAqk4itV8JX2gqeYKtpiN4fHDCm3gElqaZnQBrSj4syu5fq77sjqwNJ578PDIplsVxoAJ5mLFO7hpRIIilLimw2As0Z2w_T89vzQ/s840/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20044%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="833" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn62tMblmuT0kFZjDhoq_2agw_X6SS6_MhkxKb2o3VfD35nJZYJBs75vdeSvGMoCCgeSQEI-duGic7d2y9m-qEFtTAqk4itV8JX2gqeYKtpiN4fHDCm3gElqaZnQBrSj4syu5fq77sjqwNJ578PDIplsVxoAJ5mLFO7hpRIIilLimw2As0Z2w_T89vzQ/w555-h833/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20044%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" width="555" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And nothing says "home" like a beautifully decorated Christmas Tree.<br />The Village did an awesome job replicating a tree from the 1940s.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtiTRBKfrD8cyKUmofdVyTEtJjp00PGvW4iUOCfPG-fOdAPVc00oRsDH4xeqLQIbWuvEnt9Uh2c_AzSayuXj2uDAiUilbMuB9JDXMpBkMOMjYtiHqFVn7CHEt69OzmuNgzOewnHA9ardFq1pD40jnm2DdWwy31Qv-7lnImMugziEPev8b-UZQ5Viealw/s840/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20046%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="849" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtiTRBKfrD8cyKUmofdVyTEtJjp00PGvW4iUOCfPG-fOdAPVc00oRsDH4xeqLQIbWuvEnt9Uh2c_AzSayuXj2uDAiUilbMuB9JDXMpBkMOMjYtiHqFVn7CHEt69OzmuNgzOewnHA9ardFq1pD40jnm2DdWwy31Qv-7lnImMugziEPev8b-UZQ5Viealw/w565-h849/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20046%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" width="565" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The ladies also spoke on knitting or crocheting gifts such as scarves, <br />mittens, socks, or hats for the fighting men.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6mVIcT4RfcGeWtrOPcHUR1UnUZBe0GoLWNVspfxJTAHPUbUep6mZpeLYjFBHI-OfECLe2rx_r5wqGI1UmPFBIzqgH0XBqcDrYyww0rm5ML_iBC4xAXgzGGpCLY1zIvjr4bJ4PO-SZYVeLQlRq9bN9IcH2wBuT2eXslPI2gP9xBaIcl3h-SAYl2DVYfg/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20047%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="457" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6mVIcT4RfcGeWtrOPcHUR1UnUZBe0GoLWNVspfxJTAHPUbUep6mZpeLYjFBHI-OfECLe2rx_r5wqGI1UmPFBIzqgH0XBqcDrYyww0rm5ML_iBC4xAXgzGGpCLY1zIvjr4bJ4PO-SZYVeLQlRq9bN9IcH2wBuT2eXslPI2gP9xBaIcl3h-SAYl2DVYfg/w687-h457/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20047%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" width="687" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Here we have a soldier enjoying a bit of Christmas peace. He had magazines & books to read and a phonograph with the latest records, all amidst a festively decorated room. </span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">We also visited the Union military of the Civil War period at their Winter Encampment inside the McGuffey School.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN2NofTSc_j_7iZFe5-CDcfIU2tHA9GION_t5R74sl4P-F0XOnJ-4b7DnD_S8VmA4M6yC6Kdm7YBJYPZQciwlETw0hfrSS8D9Es7wfFj6dI3MOO5f8XEJIue1khkqRJo0seQW-FodGFUAmj8WXcauY54WX4Yam0RNKnGv9gtjGO36MCyMkt576ppIigA/s840/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20048%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="854" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN2NofTSc_j_7iZFe5-CDcfIU2tHA9GION_t5R74sl4P-F0XOnJ-4b7DnD_S8VmA4M6yC6Kdm7YBJYPZQciwlETw0hfrSS8D9Es7wfFj6dI3MOO5f8XEJIue1khkqRJo0seQW-FodGFUAmj8WXcauY54WX4Yam0RNKnGv9gtjGO36MCyMkt576ppIigA/w568-h854/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20048%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" width="568" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Here are a couple of Union privates outside.<br />They have a bonfire for warmth and a tent for protection from the elements.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWoRM0KrNENtYS6rLS8aI30LJG6Ad90n5tQu-jQKctFtc05oWS6Cyyg-OlqGgKuvMKzxiAsYcGyMa6u1I2lEOgagcT_ThYO4bQqIpJtCJ4ZNDzeEUIJHt5eVYSD5a1KhAYBl3jKUacPEP28oYJo9LNTyNPu89n773_merZH8rvJNyMIeBPZEh1oGQeJQ/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20049%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="460" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWoRM0KrNENtYS6rLS8aI30LJG6Ad90n5tQu-jQKctFtc05oWS6Cyyg-OlqGgKuvMKzxiAsYcGyMa6u1I2lEOgagcT_ThYO4bQqIpJtCJ4ZNDzeEUIJHt5eVYSD5a1KhAYBl3jKUacPEP28oYJo9LNTyNPu89n773_merZH8rvJNyMIeBPZEh1oGQeJQ/w691-h460/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20049%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" width="691" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">While inside, those in higher ranks had all the comforts of home.<br />They did an ample job in their 1860s Christmas presentation.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">But we're not done with the Civil War quite yet - - - - next we venture to Smiths Creek Depot, originally built around 1858-59 in Smiths Creek, Michigan, near Port Huron. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu_shM11btPwmmVUM7tztn3VIXqFvwMKLRYlvAz4Y8KC1TdsqqXls_QwlyA1SK1fWqlsirLY_e3kSQ2aD-933s1i16Ldw4l9vqT9a4CQhFylPrSKfZmEYSuCvV5dwZGWxbeAX5-63rQt5cjNNils22PhHViVN3EshM-vzLrhz31QIv3T6dQb88-5vD2Q/s1268/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20051%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="718" data-original-width="1268" height="391" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu_shM11btPwmmVUM7tztn3VIXqFvwMKLRYlvAz4Y8KC1TdsqqXls_QwlyA1SK1fWqlsirLY_e3kSQ2aD-933s1i16Ldw4l9vqT9a4CQhFylPrSKfZmEYSuCvV5dwZGWxbeAX5-63rQt5cjNNils22PhHViVN3EshM-vzLrhz31QIv3T6dQb88-5vD2Q/w690-h391/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20051%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" width="690" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Holiday Home Front During The Civil War~<br />As soon as the War began in April of 1861, the ladies on the home front sprang to action to provide aid and comfort to the soldiers away from home."</span> <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitUQrl8f2PAes9ZVIUybOgapQs6YHmFaa8P1_60Et4zhZ6P5B0hFzqVvMqbyPlxch7vDa9Qb26tdbsmjot2ngqMNvme0AOAycWcAi0OEB0gsSMjL7FsHE2mw_S1puZtBh7A7FrKLdBd2NnoqZuEdMk4q8hyphenhyphen0lYpHvg4aggq9lc78zZ1nFgSxDsVlEu6Q/s840/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20052%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="811" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitUQrl8f2PAes9ZVIUybOgapQs6YHmFaa8P1_60Et4zhZ6P5B0hFzqVvMqbyPlxch7vDa9Qb26tdbsmjot2ngqMNvme0AOAycWcAi0OEB0gsSMjL7FsHE2mw_S1puZtBh7A7FrKLdBd2NnoqZuEdMk4q8hyphenhyphen0lYpHvg4aggq9lc78zZ1nFgSxDsVlEu6Q/w540-h811/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20052%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" width="540" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The beautiful table-top tree inside the living area.<br />I took this photo from the outside window.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFHVUDVvTl1u2_cNJvSKfZ2vxvb3xZr8Al-wGfT5JxSvUq0w1Ly0E3FwdsusoNBCMQneUUf92_QK4vcv_WdpEGUhYgTX7PLhNRByjqTKBTovGhpRuAN1CCP4OO0B9P2BZSOjgF7TB6cNK8ls5qbmEDWYzrlM4dtKibY1xWYNh2yq6UE3Ycm8Xqt61knQ/s959/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20056%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="959" data-original-width="792" height="754" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFHVUDVvTl1u2_cNJvSKfZ2vxvb3xZr8Al-wGfT5JxSvUq0w1Ly0E3FwdsusoNBCMQneUUf92_QK4vcv_WdpEGUhYgTX7PLhNRByjqTKBTovGhpRuAN1CCP4OO0B9P2BZSOjgF7TB6cNK8ls5qbmEDWYzrlM4dtKibY1xWYNh2yq6UE3Ycm8Xqt61knQ/w622-h754/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20056%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" width="622" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Emily & Morgan prepared a Christmas meal up front on the cook stove.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8vLv5eOva3WCiNPW8kG3pcMcq4N_tA7PCKfG5aXWp92o360hIEwnOTcNESi4eXXM6srBr4gb2p9_Kao_5pOSI7fyYjhi0FmfD_lbNMqL3NMnJmRU_t5qZvQNtOUaztRm4-MU8prLbcF6mIHkJFVyGDf0eGePzW5pvR9uNYcKTlnJLVfBYTGAGs1AqAA/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20053%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="450" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8vLv5eOva3WCiNPW8kG3pcMcq4N_tA7PCKfG5aXWp92o360hIEwnOTcNESi4eXXM6srBr4gb2p9_Kao_5pOSI7fyYjhi0FmfD_lbNMqL3NMnJmRU_t5qZvQNtOUaztRm4-MU8prLbcF6mIHkJFVyGDf0eGePzW5pvR9uNYcKTlnJLVfBYTGAGs1AqAA/w676-h450/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20053%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" width="676" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">There were also presenters and reenactors in the back for those waiting for the <br />train to come in...</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgva5qB5bzOPZXZqMdSriYM7uZA7BT5sQErSPymOKgcu0WXJrFI5aXUL0CJTbV3v0mg-06YH1usdJvWQinQubHvzVCNwiG3YO2KhKvYWo1U39gr7MwKf3o96ACPTdPZPMKx7gWrl8lLsnOMh34XQrNOI1GjUG1czOCdg5wznLu7WVB_jNosFm5SBfNhhw/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20054%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="459" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgva5qB5bzOPZXZqMdSriYM7uZA7BT5sQErSPymOKgcu0WXJrFI5aXUL0CJTbV3v0mg-06YH1usdJvWQinQubHvzVCNwiG3YO2KhKvYWo1U39gr7MwKf3o96ACPTdPZPMKx7gWrl8lLsnOMh34XQrNOI1GjUG1czOCdg5wznLu7WVB_jNosFm5SBfNhhw/w690-h459/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20054%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" width="690" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And a seamstress as well, sewing garments and necessities for the fighting Michigan men.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfh-DNInrcOWcjPrNSjGnXeboB3vFc8BEA5KCHDmaI2EBB_rj2omlb_Kv0_YIE4xhb2T0gqWGuuJ198CkJTRmFIqc5owOC_KyMYf99iW3s-R3CSJQfr_jJjtzT4IEDGDrxnKNdcTTDeX0w4Sszmh2oadC8qG0hPdWYXJ0H_mo3WTYqLkgKaHUMkHDTZg/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20050%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="469" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfh-DNInrcOWcjPrNSjGnXeboB3vFc8BEA5KCHDmaI2EBB_rj2omlb_Kv0_YIE4xhb2T0gqWGuuJ198CkJTRmFIqc5owOC_KyMYf99iW3s-R3CSJQfr_jJjtzT4IEDGDrxnKNdcTTDeX0w4Sszmh2oadC8qG0hPdWYXJ0H_mo3WTYqLkgKaHUMkHDTZg/w705-h469/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20050%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" width="705" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A sort of wide-angle shot showing a portion of the Village Green.<br />On the left we have the historic Eagle Tavern.<br />Center we see A Taste of History (modern cafeteria-style restaurant).<br />The church is the Martha-Mary Chapel.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU1KMqBaoExfEn5FmMHLv0bn106S4lFeOIAEi4lHBgfTKZEnqxLPmdL67KGaCx2TCKfZLE7zhH42dlcVrsv7ORCFwfEFBqD6fyNrSjRwJecAO4EIrCqimgTHneiVczWPbSg2MHnClSftko4eS5PqTfaDWvhamGy49Mxc_T8IQttyygrQPB2VddcgDEUg/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20057%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU1KMqBaoExfEn5FmMHLv0bn106S4lFeOIAEi4lHBgfTKZEnqxLPmdL67KGaCx2TCKfZLE7zhH42dlcVrsv7ORCFwfEFBqD6fyNrSjRwJecAO4EIrCqimgTHneiVczWPbSg2MHnClSftko4eS5PqTfaDWvhamGy49Mxc_T8IQttyygrQPB2VddcgDEUg/w689-h458/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20057%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" width="689" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A Centennial Christmas 1876 at the Ford Home~<br />It was in this house, on July 30, 1863, in which Henry Ford, the first of William and Mary's six children, was born.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhllRBSxhigI1bpXO_UkjI5y4lqH3ZWh6hWP0SBwWqhgGj3jbkFOvE1lps_yDz3UHexBbpwqwrw-b5tIh8PVvUmh4XTTHLs-NXMKQGnrM8bbjeIRFbj82VYhAhHKWWibLOUkjBvIu18m6CKC-4yqKGeh4Eg2FA_ijPglPD7val5KfReEKfOg_8SOiR63Q/s796/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20058%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="796" data-original-width="491" height="930" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhllRBSxhigI1bpXO_UkjI5y4lqH3ZWh6hWP0SBwWqhgGj3jbkFOvE1lps_yDz3UHexBbpwqwrw-b5tIh8PVvUmh4XTTHLs-NXMKQGnrM8bbjeIRFbj82VYhAhHKWWibLOUkjBvIu18m6CKC-4yqKGeh4Eg2FA_ijPglPD7val5KfReEKfOg_8SOiR63Q/w573-h930/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20058%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" width="573" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The Centennial of the United States' birth (1876) was celebrated <br />every bit as vigorously as the Bicentennial in 1976. <br />And hopefully the semiquincentennial (the United States' 250th) <br />in 2026 will be celebrated in the same manner!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHYZ1G-5dF0ckJQZs-BQVz28Xr3Ao0FjQamaq1Z4CYmH1P9onvboOEWS43CcVdmpJQ13P7_vUFGrMhwcTFpSZ2dkUmuH7U7gZWOcDTt6Ewz6NxOvqAkhj-ocelDE_eVPdp_ALM7mw5GD_eU8woFzLUZMkBmqdlbps2nhyphenhyphenMh_d9X5h6bfoo-A88v2PwqA/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20059%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="456" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHYZ1G-5dF0ckJQZs-BQVz28Xr3Ao0FjQamaq1Z4CYmH1P9onvboOEWS43CcVdmpJQ13P7_vUFGrMhwcTFpSZ2dkUmuH7U7gZWOcDTt6Ewz6NxOvqAkhj-ocelDE_eVPdp_ALM7mw5GD_eU8woFzLUZMkBmqdlbps2nhyphenhyphenMh_d9X5h6bfoo-A88v2PwqA/w685-h456/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20059%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" width="685" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"A savory bouquet of Holiday cooking" fills this Michigan farm house.<br />Yes, we actually could smell the turkey from the outside.<br />Looks like a shadow of America's colonial past haunts the Ford kitchen (lol)</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtcMjRzexlgWClxjUZrkNg_6u_oNf_9sZhIWlDwNv2XGisymszQUqmZjMUYXtRPWD1htC2F2YUiHNIwrc6Url8jTj9dnDQlfgDTPdpbheWrUuENz01A374ekzNm0igWFX-ts5tkanOt6-Ncq9yVXXVfq4axCftOChQXJyAEhkEI7s2q6mwv4vMD6nk2g/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20060%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="459" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtcMjRzexlgWClxjUZrkNg_6u_oNf_9sZhIWlDwNv2XGisymszQUqmZjMUYXtRPWD1htC2F2YUiHNIwrc6Url8jTj9dnDQlfgDTPdpbheWrUuENz01A374ekzNm0igWFX-ts5tkanOt6-Ncq9yVXXVfq4axCftOChQXJyAEhkEI7s2q6mwv4vMD6nk2g/w690-h459/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20060%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" width="690" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Looking toward the city lights from the Ford Farm.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Holiday Nights is an amazing event celebrating the many aspects of the Christmas season, and I look forward to going every year. In fact, God willing, next year I hope to bring my kids and grandkids along, <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/11/halloween-at-greenfield-villageand-at.html">as I did for Hallowe'en</a>. </div><div style="text-align: left;">However, I do have a complaint:</div><div style="text-align: left;">I only wish all vignettes could've been there for all nights.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div>I cannot claim to have taken this next picture, and, though it was a part of the previous Passion for the Past post, I felt I had to include it here:</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilBMmfAi-OklJRgoNC6vBT3uQ7It4BbRhKPWunmli7I-bWTM9LbIoIidggqAn7Dfo9z2le8myQvSI1Y_igU-G2fnfIIUDf00OSTgcgq2cB3UNqOMhoVHNwgiMZEd0TGnOpdzK0bL2loOLEx94Zdj1pfAvqifK7t3j7g4CP7iS2PBrQz3DOalQP0lN1-A/s600/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20040%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="600" height="517" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilBMmfAi-OklJRgoNC6vBT3uQ7It4BbRhKPWunmli7I-bWTM9LbIoIidggqAn7Dfo9z2le8myQvSI1Y_igU-G2fnfIIUDf00OSTgcgq2cB3UNqOMhoVHNwgiMZEd0TGnOpdzK0bL2loOLEx94Zdj1pfAvqifK7t3j7g4CP7iS2PBrQz3DOalQP0lN1-A/w689-h517/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20040%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" width="689" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div><span style="font-size: medium;">This emotion-filled photo was taken by Knute Wales during the WWI vignette held at Cotswold Cottage on December 1st. The subject of the picture is historic presenter and WWI reenactor, John Sproul, who is "representing a Scottish soldier in 1914, telling the story of the Christmas truce." </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">That is the 1633 Farris Windmill silhouetted in the background.</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div style="text-align: left;">Would've loved to have seen something like this in person.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #38761d;">.</span> <span style="color: red;">.</span> <span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: medium;">.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div>I do not live in a historic home. This year it will only be 80 years old. That's nothing in comparison to those homes inside Greenfield Village or the stately Victorian homes in small towns throughout our state.</div><div>But I built an addition that we fondly call our Greenfield Village room, for it was designed to look like a room from the past - based on a couple of rooms I've seen in structures at Greenfield Village.</div><div>That's as close as I'll ever be to owning a historic home.</div><div>Now, anyone who knows me knows I absolutely love Christmas: the decorations, the music, the feeling, the excitement, the food & drink (wassail!), movies (not Hallmark!), and the parties.</div><div>I've always made the grand attempt to have a history-oriented Christmas gathering, whether with family or friends - to take a slice of Christmas from numerous centuries and decades past and mix them all together with our present time.</div><div>I have grandchildren, and it is my hope that one day, when I am no longer walking on this earth, that they will remember fondly Christmas at Nonna & Papa's house.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJRs-L1JB_teVWyXLyb6IqBbK20ZI1GVNXoxCk2diBhwelX4wBv7lIaS8scGzz7zI5ikdQa3ytOZBoG-Q8b3P_w_INKUYnhlB0nmyDH4C5XA2ehTbOt5IYJD3hrQqiKsyvM5WDZmomVjEnwcJ7mcJvw8dPzcztEIW6Y4t12uhvG6rZALHtb1Sg_6BRtw/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20001%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="800" height="862" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJRs-L1JB_teVWyXLyb6IqBbK20ZI1GVNXoxCk2diBhwelX4wBv7lIaS8scGzz7zI5ikdQa3ytOZBoG-Q8b3P_w_INKUYnhlB0nmyDH4C5XA2ehTbOt5IYJD3hrQqiKsyvM5WDZmomVjEnwcJ7mcJvw8dPzcztEIW6Y4t12uhvG6rZALHtb1Sg_6BRtw/w574-h862/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20001%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" width="574" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">As noted in a <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/11/thanksgiving-weekend-traditions-2023.html">previous post</a>, we spend part of our Thanksgiving Weekend heading north to cut down our Christmas Tree.<br />We have an eclectic collection of tree ornaments, from sheep & a squirrel to a light house to a guitar and horn to even glass ornaments of Greenfield Village buildings.<br />However, each of our grandkids have their own glass gingerbread decorations, And each has their name imprinted upon 'em.<br />Here are two of the five: Liam and Evangeline.<br /></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGbKZg-yc9PWARZ2f0klsqP1YiPUzO5H4cj3pmz4MhyNlj2XgzLywcJe9VyhyphenhyphenG_-vwo7S9iFlOS99S5dMpdBeBF6Lzmg_seuw8uYHzeK9Oy3Q0Qi3nHHyERow3Xuy2n7ljrXHqQ5MyLdZrD2S2dzGllKIq1gaJbKQKESGEcMFeta8D34hAn8fCvNwS2w/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20008%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="466" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGbKZg-yc9PWARZ2f0klsqP1YiPUzO5H4cj3pmz4MhyNlj2XgzLywcJe9VyhyphenhyphenG_-vwo7S9iFlOS99S5dMpdBeBF6Lzmg_seuw8uYHzeK9Oy3Q0Qi3nHHyERow3Xuy2n7ljrXHqQ5MyLdZrD2S2dzGllKIq1gaJbKQKESGEcMFeta8D34hAn8fCvNwS2w/w700-h466/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20008%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" width="700" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">My granddaughter Addy and grandson Liam enjoyed searching for their special ornament when they came over on Christmas Eve. That made me smile.<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIQ_pYjk5WkDAF10vKflWw4KuVb2adQKPXUMjufip4UeXUb9ytiw4iJ_cERE8pWYYxz-LVI9_Ai-1QTn7PvD3yk6-Q2YeE85-xskI43KUPlVZzNWe2jA3sBmvFbxhcs6oWO4PJpeZ_vW0idX6mK0acbEi_6BOfUsCWsb1tGCgJq91I79F4hG_WxQVlYw/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20002%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIQ_pYjk5WkDAF10vKflWw4KuVb2adQKPXUMjufip4UeXUb9ytiw4iJ_cERE8pWYYxz-LVI9_Ai-1QTn7PvD3yk6-Q2YeE85-xskI43KUPlVZzNWe2jA3sBmvFbxhcs6oWO4PJpeZ_vW0idX6mK0acbEi_6BOfUsCWsb1tGCgJq91I79F4hG_WxQVlYw/w688-h458/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20002%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A candle-lit mantle.<br />No, I'm not necessarily trying to be period accurate to any certain time, <br />just sort of blending a few time periods.<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVc2uP7ByDUPqqh36jqKE3ioZ_lvOfuXcLw7lw63d44VynBYgD0zYxESX01Zj18B746-JqcHCA8NxJiLvHjLYWhuD3FwBbHDSE5B3EKD9qSTQep1uZywbjPoQd9WJa22QlHNbw4fST4L3h7m0FA3YdGXju11uO_9DCaL_r-GrWXfsqEMHmrNGKT5ALcg/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20003%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="462" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVc2uP7ByDUPqqh36jqKE3ioZ_lvOfuXcLw7lw63d44VynBYgD0zYxESX01Zj18B746-JqcHCA8NxJiLvHjLYWhuD3FwBbHDSE5B3EKD9qSTQep1uZywbjPoQd9WJa22QlHNbw4fST4L3h7m0FA3YdGXju11uO_9DCaL_r-GrWXfsqEMHmrNGKT5ALcg/w694-h462/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20003%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" width="694" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A closer look at the fireplace mantle.<br />My wife decorated it this year (she did a great job!), and I added the "lighting."<br />All candles were hand-dipped (or made through a mold) by me, my family, and/or my friends.<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnsW1dFErVBh11oF5Knad0fWloOrw59ekC0Hk8Xib-qiiwam5F2u_kxwngzPYFJwigsLKLPQKNgdUvCxmS2fPn5Jo2Rb9QwOXgezLEKtNXvEdxWM_o_KtGr-MVXTuTC2wM02IVIJt5XhcdVUcjeexFjI3uN4d-f3aQeowuMwJe6uSvcTlSVl4iHtSmEQ/s1200/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20004%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="464" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnsW1dFErVBh11oF5Knad0fWloOrw59ekC0Hk8Xib-qiiwam5F2u_kxwngzPYFJwigsLKLPQKNgdUvCxmS2fPn5Jo2Rb9QwOXgezLEKtNXvEdxWM_o_KtGr-MVXTuTC2wM02IVIJt5XhcdVUcjeexFjI3uN4d-f3aQeowuMwJe6uSvcTlSVl4iHtSmEQ/w698-h464/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20004%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" width="698" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">We have a wreath in each window, an idea I stole from the Susquehanna Plantation at Greenfield Village.<br />My wife & I like the look it gives.<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAHYoZnYSr_uVMvwPmQcFf1Hml5uWoSNpeKcX7ns-K00-NVtzDFrykdOEdDuhjuJbakKC59Y91qt6tYMwZVKBOLdOMsi1L2Dp2GsYv7cpM0uBkDuQAJVpOiXSD3ROSEK-yLnSYU2ynpufTUuaMvmtlxAKnf47ZXKy1gX__FN9ZNXezZnUlbtj0B6kFvw/s1600/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20062%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="506" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAHYoZnYSr_uVMvwPmQcFf1Hml5uWoSNpeKcX7ns-K00-NVtzDFrykdOEdDuhjuJbakKC59Y91qt6tYMwZVKBOLdOMsi1L2Dp2GsYv7cpM0uBkDuQAJVpOiXSD3ROSEK-yLnSYU2ynpufTUuaMvmtlxAKnf47ZXKy1gX__FN9ZNXezZnUlbtj0B6kFvw/w674-h506/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20062%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" width="674" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A copied their idea for my own windows.<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgphayR__NyGBg1pkRPXEc-9t-0XeSwkfCEGtL6dZsJk1PV8DIy_vtNDLPbBbwLzZieBtT327nld2unSZ9gJBAv7TxuYOEZsk3_A_WgOzrq4K_dVDk4G5tnaSGesEFVZX7Pf5qLQ0F00Ek_xr1pvCEUDaFkgbhojHV4ruGTveoZvTRhmPbLOnM9dtuXCQ/s840/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20005%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="784" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgphayR__NyGBg1pkRPXEc-9t-0XeSwkfCEGtL6dZsJk1PV8DIy_vtNDLPbBbwLzZieBtT327nld2unSZ9gJBAv7TxuYOEZsk3_A_WgOzrq4K_dVDk4G5tnaSGesEFVZX7Pf5qLQ0F00Ek_xr1pvCEUDaFkgbhojHV4ruGTveoZvTRhmPbLOnM9dtuXCQ/w522-h784/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20005%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" width="522" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">My lantern lit at the window during our Christmas feast.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPv3YisbjwAPq8hmfiHgaXTo7_9GpKvLP2bTDaorW9RAKHvP73drfINv7Q_wcX2D-qkO0rnVQMP3gD6j3vK3R_1sWvVgcPK3IYHzYgZN6jWQ5FbmrZxxzzqZZ6irHSXC9hfFSiJ8APpxl70y1sqFC0tIinLc68d__xBjsuCUuK1Mk_BxdCzY0BSyLqog/s840/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20006%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="852" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPv3YisbjwAPq8hmfiHgaXTo7_9GpKvLP2bTDaorW9RAKHvP73drfINv7Q_wcX2D-qkO0rnVQMP3gD6j3vK3R_1sWvVgcPK3IYHzYgZN6jWQ5FbmrZxxzzqZZ6irHSXC9hfFSiJ8APpxl70y1sqFC0tIinLc68d__xBjsuCUuK1Mk_BxdCzY0BSyLqog/w567-h852/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20006%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" width="567" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I do hope my grandkids will remember how Nonna & Papa tried to <br />make their Christmas something that <br /><i>"doesn’t come from a store. </i><br /><i>That maybe Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more.”</i><br />Special.</span></td></tr></tbody></table>Which is why we do all the candles.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Our own specialness.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><div>Christmas comes at a cold, dark time in much of the world, so decorating with lights that brighten things up makes sense, for the use of light, particularly from candles, around the winter solstice is a symbolic means to represent light in the darkest time of year. For Christians, of which my wife and I are, the lights symbolize Jesus' status as the Light of the World, and the way He came to save people from darkness.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0CBgGpeNDqhoEiwxSu3pbY8H18qQgLDvxTunUHPJxH4FFRqfaFwDmq-q7R_ah2DykUbGly81nK27oZOJ91VFdWi9OjNTu5UgHbhjItjlTzu9ir1gsQKK9WGhZIoCY9bxBG9xrDTJZrczH946pq5nP_ZX4UvmSZDBcerbUZs-SpQgWyjhHcwKPOOYaRg/s821/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20063%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="821" data-original-width="445" height="1039" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0CBgGpeNDqhoEiwxSu3pbY8H18qQgLDvxTunUHPJxH4FFRqfaFwDmq-q7R_ah2DykUbGly81nK27oZOJ91VFdWi9OjNTu5UgHbhjItjlTzu9ir1gsQKK9WGhZIoCY9bxBG9xrDTJZrczH946pq5nP_ZX4UvmSZDBcerbUZs-SpQgWyjhHcwKPOOYaRg/w563-h1039/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20063%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" width="563" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">My replicated turn-of-the-20th-century Santa sign.<br />It is a vintage style Grand Christmas Expedition wax paper poster. <br />Believe it or not, what I have here is new, but it is made to look like an old <br />adverting poster, though I am not sure if it is taken from an actual <br />antique or just made to look that way.<br /></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzhJUohyphenhyphencQ782IPXMykWAZnvFJNsbRnoSIlvt03F0g0mdO3qesrjdNLt7O2boSHN-ORmsXvpaFNC744H1h6oJfz1sKByw3X5OHxTrFuTPoNpCXB05tuW990x6gF2TlzMLfgyCVYQlc_sVeaPkJKv0F-rrTdM48cFNaqHGevo5boI6RgGvpJHZsi77L-w/s1248/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20064%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="742" data-original-width="1248" height="413" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzhJUohyphenhyphencQ782IPXMykWAZnvFJNsbRnoSIlvt03F0g0mdO3qesrjdNLt7O2boSHN-ORmsXvpaFNC744H1h6oJfz1sKByw3X5OHxTrFuTPoNpCXB05tuW990x6gF2TlzMLfgyCVYQlc_sVeaPkJKv0F-rrTdM48cFNaqHGevo5boI6RgGvpJHZsi77L-w/w695-h413/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20064%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" width="695" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">One of the things I enjoy most, as does my wife, is placing lights and garland along <br />our ceiling edges. There's a specialness about it with all the lamps off - just the ceiling lights, partially hidden by garland, glowing, casting shadows across the walls and ceiling. <br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;">The celebration of Yule by the Pagans also marked the Winter solstice with the light of a burning Yule log, used to represent the light which warded off the evil spirits of the world during the longer Winter nights – again, the darkest most dreary time of the year. </div><div>Our traditions are old traditions.</div><div>Whichever one believes – or even if there is no belief at all – the beauty of the lights this time of year, as can be seen in the photographs included here, truly do shine bright and does help “to drive the cold winter away.”</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzMPaSd7KrNk9GoY9Kri8MeRxE0-20qfp3k9hHX9292ZX4cWKxe-O44mYwail5dyFmq9Oy7LpTnsuVu6GwEh-KdZdA66r5KXMSH0L93PS0Qj4miZwNjkiG_ons8CdE2SAAkiR4IKMAK0kLYG0F4MBqhn9RixZLvs5JwbTXAOR49xOnw80WOdYr0zU41w/s1082/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20007%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="811" data-original-width="1082" height="517" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzMPaSd7KrNk9GoY9Kri8MeRxE0-20qfp3k9hHX9292ZX4cWKxe-O44mYwail5dyFmq9Oy7LpTnsuVu6GwEh-KdZdA66r5KXMSH0L93PS0Qj4miZwNjkiG_ons8CdE2SAAkiR4IKMAK0kLYG0F4MBqhn9RixZLvs5JwbTXAOR49xOnw80WOdYr0zU41w/w689-h517/r%202024%20-%2001-01%20007%20Christmas%20at%20GFV%20and%20Home.jpg" width="689" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">My wife and I try to take an annual picture together on Christmas Day.<br />Here we are in 2023.<br />Merry Christmastide.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>To read more about historical Christmastide, please click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2014/12/a-colonial-christmas-with-brief-history.html">HERE</a></div><div>To read more about historical New Year's celebrations, please click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2018/12/celebrating-coming-of-new-year-in-18th.html">HERE</a></div><div>A picturesque journey through Christmas Past, click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/12/christmas-past-in-photos-and-prose.html">HERE</a></div><div>Christmas Day at Greenfield Village, click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2022/12/christmas-day-at-greenfield-village.html">HERE</a></div></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div 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#cc0000;">~</span></b></div>Historical Kenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04979801752112100293noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56451385109293718.post-6741222521432817222023-12-25T07:26:00.003-05:002023-12-25T07:26:38.510-05:00Christmas Past in Photos and Prose<div style="text-align: center;">The Christmas Season truly utilizes all five senses:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Sight</b> - the lights and beauty of Christmas in so many ways.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Sound</b> - Christmas Carols</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Smell</b> - the wonderful odors of the various foods and treats</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Touch</b> - ornaments and decorations</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Taste</b> - Christmas cookies, wassail, eggnog, pies...</div><div style="text-align: center;">The photos in today's posting seem to fit each of our senses, but sight most of all, for that's what this post is all about...the wonderful sights of Christmas...Christmas of days long past. And it is somewhat in a timeline order.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Oh, and there's a bit of history thrown in, of course, as well as some sections written by Laura Ingalls Wilder to add some authentic "color."</div><div style="text-align: center;">Merry Christmas on this Christmas Day~</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: red;">~~~</span> <span style="color: #6aa84f;">~~~</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>"So entrenched is the view that the modern Christmas has its origins in Victorian times that it comes as a shock to realize that many of the customs we enjoy during the festive season date back to the Middle Ages or earlier. In the medieval period, people gave gifts, sang carols, decorated their homes, overindulged in seasonal food and drink..."</i> (from the book <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Medieval-Christmas-Jackson/dp/0750954671/ref=monarch_sidesheet">The Medieval Christmas</a> by Sophie Jackson)</div><div style="text-align: left;">Does the above description of a Christmas celebration sound familiar?</div><div style="text-align: left;">I snatched many - but not all - of these photos from a Facebook page called "<a href="https://www.facebook.com/oldecountryhome">My Olde Country Home</a>," a country decorative ideas page put together by the page's host, Dana.</div><div style="text-align: left;">The others are mine.</div><div style="text-align: left;">I thought the pictures herein apropos for this Christmas Day.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMN-WNhqGOrNMz5VfiTyR3_F-qBKTviQAUOiCJkwgEmEgAW3L25e-gX7ARWqtHLc6Hn-jQzXu7HYNKG1Mhv6AnGcU8sh1FBHICzivISrv2QmgI1lRMg3Bvoep4KZRjZ8JMn1jEOe93d7nTX7j_uqEewX3jATfXK-5YydcyBQRtejXb4EoAyzz2jiB30g/s1200/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20040%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="460" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMN-WNhqGOrNMz5VfiTyR3_F-qBKTviQAUOiCJkwgEmEgAW3L25e-gX7ARWqtHLc6Hn-jQzXu7HYNKG1Mhv6AnGcU8sh1FBHICzivISrv2QmgI1lRMg3Bvoep4KZRjZ8JMn1jEOe93d7nTX7j_uqEewX3jATfXK-5YydcyBQRtejXb4EoAyzz2jiB30g/w692-h460/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20040%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" width="692" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Where are you Christmas?<br />Travelers walked along pathways through forests of trees, carrying lanterns<br />to help guide their way.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>All you that are good fellows come hearken to my song </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I know you do not hate good cheer or liquor that is strong</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I hope there is none here, but soon will take my part</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Seeing my master and my dame say welcome with their heart.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>This is a time of joyfulness and merry time of year </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>When as the rich with plenty stored do make the poor good cheer</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Plum porridge, roast beef, minced pies stand smoking on the board</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>With other brave varieties our master doth afford.</i></div></div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_modXmEtrcRXKWVhpFDsRgLgOqHYh1gbf5fdiKuzCoL7G7RUq9C-3cHNJk25nd2V-5850HRYERFUx7wbdhI7_VCx0JF_37knIjLORQYkYiec1T4Z2spG5hZF9DlrVzdFTsagfDrR7nKW0b0Boxbmr_Bn99DjOvYnLVYGBV-RwbyV8DxyatNtsyScRAQ/s1210/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20042%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="717" data-original-width="1210" height="412" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_modXmEtrcRXKWVhpFDsRgLgOqHYh1gbf5fdiKuzCoL7G7RUq9C-3cHNJk25nd2V-5850HRYERFUx7wbdhI7_VCx0JF_37knIjLORQYkYiec1T4Z2spG5hZF9DlrVzdFTsagfDrR7nKW0b0Boxbmr_Bn99DjOvYnLVYGBV-RwbyV8DxyatNtsyScRAQ/w694-h412/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20042%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" width="694" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-size: medium;">The mid-18th century Giddings House - Greenfield Village<br /><span style="font-size: medium;">The Giddings family more than likely did not celebrate Christmas, for they were Congregationalists, </span><span style="font-size: medium;">and if it was not in the bible, they paid it no mind.<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">But, just this one time, we'll pretend this is </span><i>not</i><span style="font-size: medium;"> the Giddings House, and think of the owners of this house as celebrants. </span><br /></span></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1296" data-original-width="1728" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEika0V8jTTZHknzSuPNbr2UatuCq4Knbu8HzzaHh9naGpsrZjLizpYhXs7REhBXgjxQfqKeizPP0t6aQ-sHspByYs8UPirkQgB_cRxyoPp3NchUxsSXhvFj8v0qAvcIWqFsRTX3nqlPEti4VSHApQUusKPtkYwFWa7AD0rnc93jOBTkjz2JMiwMZQU3uw/w640-h480/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20051%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="640" /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-size: large; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Jordan and I greeting each other as would have been done in the 18th century</span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: medium;">Perhaps this night she was one of the Giddings' daughters...</span></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table><div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Our mistress and her cleanly maids have neatly played the cooks </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Methinks these dishes eagerly at my smart stomach looks</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>As though they were afraid to see me draw my blade</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>But I revenged on them will be until my stomach’s stayed.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Come fill us of the strongest, small drink is out of date </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Methinks I shall fare like a prince and sit in gallant state</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>This is no miser’s feast although that things be dear</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>God grant the founder of this feast each Christmas deep good cheer.</i></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>This day for Christ we celebrate who was born at this time </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>For which all Christians should rejoice and I do sing in rhyme</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>When you have given thanks unto your dainties fall</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Heaven bless my master and my dame, Lord bless me and you all.</i></div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhibTmxsGmAhyphenhyphenRw6k_TLGBR1OEvPPscHJROmK92UKv0M6UMMZKtMAzAmqiLOGsCdI1ZiNrhiV8whO2OL7k_KoEv7Z0Owib9Ukm7-u9szpowD7lmbKcZH4kvUxyv_axxlW97hge6_ZufYy8jHRZXXW9HJQsufPnfwPqwtPZhaa3xFvwSqr1IZzSNIc8T4g/s864/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20048%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="864" data-original-width="648" height="807" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhibTmxsGmAhyphenhyphenRw6k_TLGBR1OEvPPscHJROmK92UKv0M6UMMZKtMAzAmqiLOGsCdI1ZiNrhiV8whO2OL7k_KoEv7Z0Owib9Ukm7-u9szpowD7lmbKcZH4kvUxyv_axxlW97hge6_ZufYy8jHRZXXW9HJQsufPnfwPqwtPZhaa3xFvwSqr1IZzSNIc8T4g/w606-h807/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20048%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" width="606" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-size: medium;">Still inside the mid-18th century Giddings House - Greenfield Village~</span><br /></span><div><span style="font-size: medium;">This is one of those pictures that just turned out absolutely perfect. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">It emits a time from 250 years ago so well.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Jordan has always been a wonderful presenter at Greenfield Village, </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">but she really shined at the 18th century Giddings House during Holiday Nights, </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">and she always made me feel welcome.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">It was my privilege when she agreed on taking the above photo of the two of us. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">As you can see from the picture of the Giddings House itself directly below, </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">it truly was a cold winter's night in December, and the fire in the hearth offered warmth.</span></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj2WYgarfJoaZ0HkCpu8GS3sYLz_-1eiiLIs_2qXJdu8GGRv8jxer8F9VNms3sb_ln6jl6_59MTwWTo_dt_b7hSX3mZnzftwrpYc2BIDEoedvg8w27p4E8fANXlvAdNlkId8eJ6xEmzojAiAh1MwGu1e4XUsgRbfH3eTTrp80toJoW3l1v3btRKgg00A/s933/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20049%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="933" height="519" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj2WYgarfJoaZ0HkCpu8GS3sYLz_-1eiiLIs_2qXJdu8GGRv8jxer8F9VNms3sb_ln6jl6_59MTwWTo_dt_b7hSX3mZnzftwrpYc2BIDEoedvg8w27p4E8fANXlvAdNlkId8eJ6xEmzojAiAh1MwGu1e4XUsgRbfH3eTTrp80toJoW3l1v3btRKgg00A/w692-h519/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20049%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" width="692" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A cold December's Eve at the Giddings' House</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH8QgWMGPy7uU8GRFeeDm47B_vwMYT2bQvxhUBQD8BvioH9kKir3_DkgNAABxdVBiDc9lPOw50gaTgxDy5ABIjBIHKAi7Paa_STHg6tXYrsgd73dRLR1-IZEfVHqNuaiUzlB2Qbrz-06gUvhZQ99KQGfFy-soLEo_0JFTw_Cxbrs6H0mM2MUQluMyXIg/s1200/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20037%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="462" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH8QgWMGPy7uU8GRFeeDm47B_vwMYT2bQvxhUBQD8BvioH9kKir3_DkgNAABxdVBiDc9lPOw50gaTgxDy5ABIjBIHKAi7Paa_STHg6tXYrsgd73dRLR1-IZEfVHqNuaiUzlB2Qbrz-06gUvhZQ99KQGfFy-soLEo_0JFTw_Cxbrs6H0mM2MUQluMyXIg/w694-h462/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20037%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" width="694" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The Giddings family everyday parlor (also known as the sitting room) - Giddings House - Greenfield Village</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div></div><div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf20cqA9hFAB1roz36ipMLB18RkIxo643x6I0Q689Y7jZVd-_Ar_6SsgOBHiCjvd-n2kRfNtff10dyDdaGsCp6_t8BwZB6ZGjH0Jf7OMHyPKptFipe_zbUD1coGJqPbkk0uFq6Uk_WZ9RUI-dr2zXy9w_chVstQZNnvgDtnSoOktzF8vJuUDzkjY57jQ/s728/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20009%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="723" data-original-width="728" height="683" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf20cqA9hFAB1roz36ipMLB18RkIxo643x6I0Q689Y7jZVd-_Ar_6SsgOBHiCjvd-n2kRfNtff10dyDdaGsCp6_t8BwZB6ZGjH0Jf7OMHyPKptFipe_zbUD1coGJqPbkk0uFq6Uk_WZ9RUI-dr2zXy9w_chVstQZNnvgDtnSoOktzF8vJuUDzkjY57jQ/w687-h683/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20009%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" width="687" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I do not know the location of this wonderful old house. East coast I am presuming.<br />'Tis beautiful, though.<br />And has a strong colonial feel to it - - - <br /><i>Now Christmas comes, 'tis fit that we</i><br /><i>should feast and sing, and merry be:</i><br /><i>keep open house, let fidlers play,</i><br /><i>a fig for cold, sing care away;</i><br /><i>and may they who thereat repine,</i><br /><i>on brown bread and on small beer dine.</i><br />Virginia Almanack, 1766</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqxJvu3T7d8zh1tBmEwbOIe2mppBqdIFuXIo_9krKLVpEl3Jvl1H_81epUVAgnx3MwUXJi2M8R1KJNiEPZHQvGEndOlu4GWYrP0owO1L07iZde06BpiI1H4zB7wupNFxm7Rd13-m41xo_n5RGAGUZOhN5Rqn43-uBn-mTm2nThNwV8UstRLnwhTj0Nwg/s900/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20036%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="600" height="877" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqxJvu3T7d8zh1tBmEwbOIe2mppBqdIFuXIo_9krKLVpEl3Jvl1H_81epUVAgnx3MwUXJi2M8R1KJNiEPZHQvGEndOlu4GWYrP0owO1L07iZde06BpiI1H4zB7wupNFxm7Rd13-m41xo_n5RGAGUZOhN5Rqn43-uBn-mTm2nThNwV8UstRLnwhTj0Nwg/w584-h877/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20036%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" width="584" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">1750 Daggett House - Greenfield Village<br /><div>I believe our ancestors would be amazed at the idea that </div><div>normal wintertime temperatures inside a 21st century </div><div>home is anywhere from 68 to 72 degrees.</div></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div></div><div>Then there is Old Sturbridge Village - - - - </div><div>Old Sturbridge Village is a living museum located in Sturbridge, Massachusetts which recreates life in rural New England during the 1790s through 1830s. It is the largest living museum in New England, covering more than 200 acres.</div><div>Now is the time of year when people talk most of “Peace on Earth.” A bit of peace of the worldly sort emerged over 200 years ago (209 as of this year) at the signing of the Treaty of Ghent on Christmas Eve, December 24, 1814, ending the War of 1812 between the United States and the British Empire and their allies, which foreshadowed the centuries of peaceful relations between the two countries. Negotiators, which included future American president John Quincy Adams and future presidential contender Henry Clay, crafted an end to the war. The next day, representatives sat down to a Christmas dinner of beef and plum pudding brought especially from England. Toasts were drunk to the health of King George and President Madison, the orchestra played "God Save the King" and "Yankee Doodle."</div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYWefhaX-7SDpmEUf9iVdaCdwihXh7qPj2iJ65wdw-K33iT2QUspHYJwZkRyiYXLvAUUMUcGEuEB53NHs5RyjM8H5jJ7cLzh3DOYbIDUTiAU9xkT3WtUZXqa5-4LzZBH3TGVXDpU9CwbJyaKvTt4T8n7A4wh6b-hsFzuXOYVJzYAqGMRuTJkIJYZwIxg/s1104/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20011%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1104" data-original-width="736" height="781" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYWefhaX-7SDpmEUf9iVdaCdwihXh7qPj2iJ65wdw-K33iT2QUspHYJwZkRyiYXLvAUUMUcGEuEB53NHs5RyjM8H5jJ7cLzh3DOYbIDUTiAU9xkT3WtUZXqa5-4LzZBH3TGVXDpU9CwbJyaKvTt4T8n7A4wh6b-hsFzuXOYVJzYAqGMRuTJkIJYZwIxg/w520-h781/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20011%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" width="520" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: left;">Old Sturbridge Village<br />Walking was the most common method of travel.<br />This has an early 1800s feel.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-V_Qz-9wUNLsvCRz8wbiEseaEKHEv_V1y9RmZ0GPe_pEBJ7s-G2hbqhEILvZkQfP2KsRau3R62XZOM7_TzVUaKFgTmkG-HkrGuO3gL8_rA8j4uVPtY9gJjF6cvmKGyPskffc0RiojsHSZOQpdI-oJd6A0IpLMEG_16voFejFR-aWotGh2ku3d4kiMUQ/s1104/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20012%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1104" data-original-width="736" height="844" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-V_Qz-9wUNLsvCRz8wbiEseaEKHEv_V1y9RmZ0GPe_pEBJ7s-G2hbqhEILvZkQfP2KsRau3R62XZOM7_TzVUaKFgTmkG-HkrGuO3gL8_rA8j4uVPtY9gJjF6cvmKGyPskffc0RiojsHSZOQpdI-oJd6A0IpLMEG_16voFejFR-aWotGh2ku3d4kiMUQ/w561-h844/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20012%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" width="561" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: left;">Old Sturbridge Village<br />The Fenno House was built in Canton, Massachusettts, around 1725, <br />and is the oldest building at Old Sturbridge Village.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><div>Decorating our homes with greenery is a Christmas tradition that is ingrained in our national consciousness. The Christmas tree is, of course, the most well-known, but it is equally hard to imagine Christmas without wreaths, holly, swags, and mistletoe. </div><div>But when and why did such traditions emerge? </div><div>It's a surprisingly difficult question to answer, as so many of our Christmas traditions are generally deep-rooted and often undocumented, which is why there are usually multiple "histories" to so many of these traditions. They have also been adapted and changed over time and are riddled with regional differences and personal interpretations. Too often we find many folks state with absolute certainty "their truth" behind the stories. And just as often, it is not necessarily so.</div></div><div>Remember that, for most history is a gray area with little absolutes.</div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEGwag7sbdxUAtK3wr3ISmUiqaLyJZqPSBRNn9S5lXUqe8Mjh3jgKBM7_DlcZlK84M-RfOGGdy9jWrgyT9A72P4p2fo5d-cBM2vf7SHwhYVO_I-zYIRONGBor5eLWNvOXdceYlYHo7MuelSv0iUU7-sdOYyxzJCrRPoycM_pAT6-KWhwV8asvL96V17w/s1104/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20016%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1104" data-original-width="736" height="836" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEGwag7sbdxUAtK3wr3ISmUiqaLyJZqPSBRNn9S5lXUqe8Mjh3jgKBM7_DlcZlK84M-RfOGGdy9jWrgyT9A72P4p2fo5d-cBM2vf7SHwhYVO_I-zYIRONGBor5eLWNvOXdceYlYHo7MuelSv0iUU7-sdOYyxzJCrRPoycM_pAT6-KWhwV8asvL96V17w/w556-h836/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20016%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" width="556" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: left;">Old Sturbridge Village</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div><div>Author Washington Irving created the legend of Santa Claus as we know him to be in the early 1800s. Irving took several legends about the Dutch St. Nicholas and created our American Santa Claus. In 1809, he published <u>The History of New York</u>, in which he described fictitious celebrations of St. Nicholas. For instance, in this book Irving mentions that St. Nicholas had a wagon he could ride “over the tops of trees” when he brought “his yearly presents to children.” The book became popular from drawing rooms of New York City to log cabins on the frontier.</div><div>In 1823, Clement Clarke Moore wrote a poem to amuse his children called “A Visit from St. Nicholas,” which we all know from its famous first line “‘Twas the night before Christmas . . . .” It was first published in the Troy Sentinel, on December 23, 1823.</div><div>The American custom of Santa Claus visiting all the good little boys and girls on Christmas Eve grew from this poem. We also learned the name of Santa's eight reindeer from this poem (Rudolph wouldn't come for over a hundred years).</div><div>By the way, for decades the debate has ebbed and flowed about who actually wrote this most famous of Christmas poems—most scholars believe Moore is the author, but some don't, like Vassar professor Don Foster who wrote a book in 2000 claiming it was someone named Major Henry Livingston, Jr., who penned the Christmas classic.</div><div>I tend to believe it was authored by Clement C. Moore, this coming from my own research.</div></div><div><div>Here we have a short time-line of Santa Claus:</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQiifNfDiPZTi9UVMgeJ0qT2GT3DJWIgXSh8tbpfR4NFXMCLaiKoMfSrKQ9gXBeXtMMuW8bK-LoWFLasDk15-Juw6aNiTjTpxC2fVa9VUjccucAEPaDt11yPY0c3TvI8WXdJYGom-TAE5vYOj4EuEKWdrP7XncP6Y42DDdP_T0Nlvqr40oiqEiz_Lf8w/s2791/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20044%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2791" data-original-width="1995" height="717" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQiifNfDiPZTi9UVMgeJ0qT2GT3DJWIgXSh8tbpfR4NFXMCLaiKoMfSrKQ9gXBeXtMMuW8bK-LoWFLasDk15-Juw6aNiTjTpxC2fVa9VUjccucAEPaDt11yPY0c3TvI8WXdJYGom-TAE5vYOj4EuEKWdrP7XncP6Y42DDdP_T0Nlvqr40oiqEiz_Lf8w/w513-h717/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20044%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" width="513" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Here is our modern, American well-known Santa Claus.<br />Even in modern England. <br />As a child, over 50 years ago, this is always how he looked to me.<br />However, he has changed over the centuries...</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwU6WuEO1oWA_VQvjo2JJNS2VBF03Fv3CybvQ8hD6_D_5AU5etYr0VcwlfmINQK9nam8U8i-jnxoYQ7N-Ar6KVuD1E08jsr0thhPAuEAA6A1dxCSKDWsurjlpYMg6tot_LLE-f04MEwN6I3hUpQGGdGJ1wX2RefSJ6NJLhrZL6fQ_dRXVUBKdB-h8HJA/s793/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20043%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="793" data-original-width="483" height="793" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwU6WuEO1oWA_VQvjo2JJNS2VBF03Fv3CybvQ8hD6_D_5AU5etYr0VcwlfmINQK9nam8U8i-jnxoYQ7N-Ar6KVuD1E08jsr0thhPAuEAA6A1dxCSKDWsurjlpYMg6tot_LLE-f04MEwN6I3hUpQGGdGJ1wX2RefSJ6NJLhrZL6fQ_dRXVUBKdB-h8HJA/w483-h793/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20043%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" width="483" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">18th century?<br />Father Christmas, as he is known in England, <br />wearing red robes. He used to wear green.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><div>Close your eyes and think of Father Christmas. What do you see? A jolly, fat man, with rosy red cheeks, a fluffy white beard and a red suit? Well close your eyes again and try and imagine him with a green suit rather than red...</div><div>Difficult maybe, but that is how the British Father Christmas should be dressed. In the 1930s a certain American soft drinks company decided Santa should be dressed in red as part of a marketing campaign and that has stuck.</div></div><div>Which soft drink?</div><div><i>"Whoever You Are, Whatever You Do, Wherever You May Be, When You Think of Refreshment Think of Ice Cold Coca-Cola." </i>(1930s slogan)</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUp7j4dtSdho6kcmtz5Of318jBioCoqgEy3ZMktX2gi9SAeOHr4jHD2ZF7eXrVOU-jqlI8CS020HyXNOSwIm3yxUQ4seQm9dY2PtaBhXI5TZGbHLxQzcDTrfHUN_Vq9z60FsjSQZDeAC5OKR8ooC1GgUeVEgp16c6vYNXKfb2TnLFJgmf6-bA8cfk9fg/s1500/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20022%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1500" height="456" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUp7j4dtSdho6kcmtz5Of318jBioCoqgEy3ZMktX2gi9SAeOHr4jHD2ZF7eXrVOU-jqlI8CS020HyXNOSwIm3yxUQ4seQm9dY2PtaBhXI5TZGbHLxQzcDTrfHUN_Vq9z60FsjSQZDeAC5OKR8ooC1GgUeVEgp16c6vYNXKfb2TnLFJgmf6-bA8cfk9fg/w686-h456/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20022%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" width="686" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">From what I understand, this is also an 18th century (or before) rendition of St. Nicholas.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>Now firmly his own mythological figure, Santa was originally inspired by the fourth century Greek bishop, Saint Nicholas of Myra, a man renowned for his generosity and kindness.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCCKUD4hCBbJujypzmGmQ4H9Lalafe8JcXZmFDTTtNJaGYwf4y-RRpD2IAUzzhsEBzw_ZUe92MnyS-Wp4UAp9h2Qp2U8L-CNmbgCgzaBCxgKgGMWvfzdkZH0peFzs7cGwVtIKnh44FTJ8lYWH53ZSvgNHlcallP6gDlT7gBMfy7AuqgOA6yyKTBayxBQ/s600/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20045%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="600" height="461" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCCKUD4hCBbJujypzmGmQ4H9Lalafe8JcXZmFDTTtNJaGYwf4y-RRpD2IAUzzhsEBzw_ZUe92MnyS-Wp4UAp9h2Qp2U8L-CNmbgCgzaBCxgKgGMWvfzdkZH0peFzs7cGwVtIKnh44FTJ8lYWH53ZSvgNHlcallP6gDlT7gBMfy7AuqgOA6yyKTBayxBQ/w692-h461/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20045%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" width="692" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Saint Nicholas of Myra</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>One year I may do a posting on the history of this man...</div></div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFufXv-AghXCChvBS8g5Pxm9_iPCgfVdFU790oeLiiGJG9nSwAshirciMDCYMCrPZbPntOzy3gHV9vibAv4OVJNt2Yv0n17mModYwQ_m1dF_s2kbXhd4ObRREjnjm9MqHo25Vp9gDv5POuCTfzydpr14Gxkc7LKxLfmC0TjBS1_xSfIfDfAptZhLMhow/s666/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20013%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="666" data-original-width="600" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFufXv-AghXCChvBS8g5Pxm9_iPCgfVdFU790oeLiiGJG9nSwAshirciMDCYMCrPZbPntOzy3gHV9vibAv4OVJNt2Yv0n17mModYwQ_m1dF_s2kbXhd4ObRREjnjm9MqHo25Vp9gDv5POuCTfzydpr14Gxkc7LKxLfmC0TjBS1_xSfIfDfAptZhLMhow/w576-h640/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20013%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" width="576" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Our ancestors were very inventive in creating atmosphere in their homes.<br />To make your house "smell like Christmas," click <a href="https://www.halfbakedharvest.com/homemade-holidays-lets-make-house-smell-like-christmas/?fbclid=IwAR1DNy9KDoGYFm-G0hH1EUBbhxmC0FfwJuuZKBkUdSEmcuj4F5Hzsy6KmxQ">HERE</a> for the recipe</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAQiw9U4xywgRRHCdfg5HDMDUImWKAJKWW8FvN87RBRYeTTTxbD8N4W8cBpynE6vpL4yIhAvwTxZlHJNJLpaIWIYA7RPemXFpp8Oyotp9nqkVFpuepO1muOm7iDFgu01FrHlzJW9sL_fdRYAx9vbG1rrq5XIUp0qtd2tgbHO43ig_7ltnO9wTjqtuaWA/s1104/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20010%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1104" data-original-width="736" height="762" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAQiw9U4xywgRRHCdfg5HDMDUImWKAJKWW8FvN87RBRYeTTTxbD8N4W8cBpynE6vpL4yIhAvwTxZlHJNJLpaIWIYA7RPemXFpp8Oyotp9nqkVFpuepO1muOm7iDFgu01FrHlzJW9sL_fdRYAx9vbG1rrq5XIUp0qtd2tgbHO43ig_7ltnO9wTjqtuaWA/w507-h762/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20010%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" width="507" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: left;">Perhaps making Christmas dinner - Old Sturbridge Village</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><div>Christmas menus reflect traditional foods of the celebrant's original culture. In all times and places, the foods served for this holiday (and ingredients used) reflect the very best possible items available to the family. As you can imagine, pioneer American Christmas menus varied greatly. Christmas menus depended upon:</div><div><b>Location</b>...cities offered more food choices than rural outposts</div><div><b>Situation</b>...families living in homes/villages had more options than those living in camp-like quarters</div><div><b>Economics</b>...the wealthier the family, the better grade food afforded (fine white flour vs coarse brown)</div><div><b>Heritage</b>...people cook what they knew...Scandinavian pioneers in Minnesota set different traditional tables from the English in Massachusetts, the Dutch in New York, or the French in Michigan, etc.</div></div><div>General popular Christmas foodstuffs of the period included roast beef, turkey, ham, potatoes, pickles, fine white bread, fruitcakes, cookies, pies. Oysters were treasured. Chocolate, tea, and coffee were imported and not always available. Most of what we know about early 19th century-era Christmas tables is gleaned from primary sources: letters, journals, personal inventories, etc. </div><div>(from <a href="https://www.foodtimeline.org/index.html">THIS</a> site)</div><div><br /></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVnF95BxbecaJu3pXw4Ayokf6VnD1E45REFNJVHnUYBW6o39DLnctxGnqy0B1rSquTRa8ON0ZGYXYhTJPdVXPS3VCsjYXJGUxLqgiuILVaJ-HHAv6CFNkVt9OrIfdUbdtiBLWxwWbFwK3tnwnW-scE2ejA0ynhs6XdbvtS2Mna6HNXEwlpGZmp76Os_A/s960/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20017%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="640" height="718" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVnF95BxbecaJu3pXw4Ayokf6VnD1E45REFNJVHnUYBW6o39DLnctxGnqy0B1rSquTRa8ON0ZGYXYhTJPdVXPS3VCsjYXJGUxLqgiuILVaJ-HHAv6CFNkVt9OrIfdUbdtiBLWxwWbFwK3tnwnW-scE2ejA0ynhs6XdbvtS2Mna6HNXEwlpGZmp76Os_A/w478-h718/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20017%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" width="478" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I wonder if this is the old drink known as "flip."</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Flip was a blend of beer, rum, molasses (or dried pumpkin), </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: medium;">and eggs or cream, and was usually mixed in a pitcher and </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: medium;">then whipped into a froth by plunging a hot fire poker </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: medium;">(called a flip-dog) into its midst. </span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/8bJ-qYZIOTo" width="320" youtube-src-id="8bJ-qYZIOTo"></iframe></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghjEaC5LMAm_xYJdxwMieZs7aqCBlOGHCCxMS-gLsDKtcZYs5RsCpHh-VoPxWqJiuesU8LwkzCQOH-fiYmQeNSLF03yXuphj5CbtJRCY3nigilo6rvKptRvX0ZX8JB2q709idqliJ9sRagspgb_3tZ2Nicjrwgax8iUuoKd96SjjSnI_Y_OL_gononIg/s723/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20018%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="542" data-original-width="723" height="509" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghjEaC5LMAm_xYJdxwMieZs7aqCBlOGHCCxMS-gLsDKtcZYs5RsCpHh-VoPxWqJiuesU8LwkzCQOH-fiYmQeNSLF03yXuphj5CbtJRCY3nigilo6rvKptRvX0ZX8JB2q709idqliJ9sRagspgb_3tZ2Nicjrwgax8iUuoKd96SjjSnI_Y_OL_gononIg/w679-h509/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20018%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" width="679" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The rural colonial kitchen hearth with the redware plates upon the table and the <br />"tin kitchen / reflector oven" sitting at the edge of the hearth.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo1afN_HWXess41Q48ba7oMlFbLT18r-F-K9nphkLLGUo3D2YBogvfmuQiyfTcHJO3xG_g-quNXF-ikkvPBIvkYj2PTzwD_YgagesdY3gOWiIdM_QrRDweEnjsIgYw5huv9a3w61R9O-Lufy_wFAtbBM9T05EJlOY79k2oECuNOt8nH1NJyTK1FRa5cA/s736/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20021%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="489" data-original-width="736" height="460" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo1afN_HWXess41Q48ba7oMlFbLT18r-F-K9nphkLLGUo3D2YBogvfmuQiyfTcHJO3xG_g-quNXF-ikkvPBIvkYj2PTzwD_YgagesdY3gOWiIdM_QrRDweEnjsIgYw5huv9a3w61R9O-Lufy_wFAtbBM9T05EJlOY79k2oECuNOt8nH1NJyTK1FRa5cA/w692-h460/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20021%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" width="692" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: left;">Genesee Country Village and Museum</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><i>At last it was the day before Christmas and Alice and Royal and Eliza Jane were home again. The girls were cleaning the whole house, and Mother was baking. </i></div></div><div><i>The kitchen was full of delicious smells. Newly baked bread was cooling, frosted cakes and cookies and mince pies and pumpkin pies filled the pantry shelves, cranberries bubbled on the stove. Mother was making dressing for the goose.</i></div><div>From <u>Farmer Boy</u> by Laura Ingalls Wilder.</div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKqyfhqpKTVPmiDMUuhbt-fv2t_936-TbCFSVzxk8ojpX9yWjnFk6wrYK41hmW1vgvNqaWxOhUiGl_q-rYZClztX92YL1rVcaAxbKRsVWIDSPy-6EYk8AuakmQzvNLcYQhZael14tLRj4yrw_URCKp7UL7avMJ-apk_H-n0rt4qPOMYAJutFv1IJ2EbQ/s736/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20003%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="552" data-original-width="736" height="519" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKqyfhqpKTVPmiDMUuhbt-fv2t_936-TbCFSVzxk8ojpX9yWjnFk6wrYK41hmW1vgvNqaWxOhUiGl_q-rYZClztX92YL1rVcaAxbKRsVWIDSPy-6EYk8AuakmQzvNLcYQhZael14tLRj4yrw_URCKp7UL7avMJ-apk_H-n0rt4qPOMYAJutFv1IJ2EbQ/w692-h519/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20003%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" width="692" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: left;">Fort Nisqually, Tacoma, Washington<br />Walk into Fort Nisqually and experience daily life in the 1850s at a regional trade and agriculture center. This British outpost was the first European settlement on Puget Sound. Today, Fort Nisqually is a living history museum where volunteers and staff, in period clothing, engage visitors in the work, crafts, and social practices of the mid-19th century.<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div><br /></div><div><div><div><div>Next we have the traditional British Christmas Pudding (also known as plum pudding or figgy pudding)~</div><div>The pudding should be made with 13 ingredients to represent Jesus and His Disciples and that every member of the family should take turns to stir the pudding with a wooden spoon from east to west, in honor of the Wise Men.</div><div>Christmas pudding is generally made from a combination of dried fruit, candied fruit peel, and citrus zests in a dense, sticky sponge cake. It can be flavored with cinnamon, brandy, rum, or other spices for moisture and taste.</div><div>Brandy or another alcoholic drink is sometimes poured over the pudding and lit at the table to make a spectacular display. This is said to represent Jesus' love and power. </div><div>(<a href="https://www.bbcgoodfood.com/recipes/classic-christmas-pudding">HERE</a> is the recipe)</div><div>Gotta love tradition!</div></div><div><br /></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy-GqOEpPedtRbG5z0vT55DFsWwlEjEgW8s_piDGwTpUo6tHNMhe_KT_ii6le29O5DLjwDLBCiz78I9Z53nPAFM66dtzkLdxQ2l8M2lQFJde9un7qGvqB0-BsMms8ALs3vsbda0Q5XSVCdoJjtgRwl93o_QHIQd2nC8ycApCM008f3vWqt4iFiTQ7ktA/s750/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20024%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="734" data-original-width="750" height="667" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy-GqOEpPedtRbG5z0vT55DFsWwlEjEgW8s_piDGwTpUo6tHNMhe_KT_ii6le29O5DLjwDLBCiz78I9Z53nPAFM66dtzkLdxQ2l8M2lQFJde9un7qGvqB0-BsMms8ALs3vsbda0Q5XSVCdoJjtgRwl93o_QHIQd2nC8ycApCM008f3vWqt4iFiTQ7ktA/w682-h667/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20024%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" width="682" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">British Christmas Pudding</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><div>The Christmas pudding originated in the 14th-century as a sort of porridge, originally known as “frumenty,” which bears little resemblance to the dessert we know today. It was originally made with hulled wheat, boiled in milk, seasoned with cinnamon, and colored with saffron.</div><div>A slightly different history tells us that Christmas pudding has its roots in medieval English sausages, when fat, spices, and fruits (the best preservatives of their day) were mixed with meats, grains, and vegetables, and packed into animal stomachs and intestines so they would keep as long as possible. The first records of plum puddings date to the early 15th century, when “plum pottage,” a savory concoction heavy on the meat and root vegetables, was served at the start of a meal.</div><div>Then, as now, the “plum” in plum pudding was a generic term for any dried fruit—most commonly raisins and currants, with prunes and other dried, preserved or candied fruit added when available. By the end of the 16th century, dried fruit was more plentiful in England, and plum pudding made the shift from savory to sweet.</div><div>By the mid-1600s, plum pudding was so associated with Christmas that when Oliver Cromwell came to power in 1647 he had it banned, along with Yule logs, carol-singing, and nativity scenes. To Cromwell and his Puritan associates, such merry-making smacked of Druidic paganism and Roman Catholic idolatry. </div><div>In 1681, the ban was lifted.</div><div>Why?</div><div>Because too many people continued to celebrate.</div><div>(sourced from <a href="https://theconversation.com/a-brief-history-of-christmas-pudding-and-why-it-can-actually-be-quite-good-for-you-151160#:~:text=The%20Christmas%20pudding%20originated%20in,cinnamon%20and%20coloured%20with%20saffron.">HERE</a> and <a href="https://www.history.com/">HERE</a>)</div></div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuIHZO5fmdnbYeqNbNwK9YNnZCc_bHKAlFFC2iW3po2qIqmLbk6eWWy-1rlVlg7wcTFTmhVKgEIStZ9hK2OwJpSdImF3m88yUv-HmGTXLLG4fPNmKWyU3TMq2XeAPzgFpfw0qAV6V6e7PWYI8a8FvWyGRUspuHYINxBljDaQwEO6qxP7QV_TWRM1PzvQ/s735/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20035%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="539" data-original-width="735" height="505" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuIHZO5fmdnbYeqNbNwK9YNnZCc_bHKAlFFC2iW3po2qIqmLbk6eWWy-1rlVlg7wcTFTmhVKgEIStZ9hK2OwJpSdImF3m88yUv-HmGTXLLG4fPNmKWyU3TMq2XeAPzgFpfw0qAV6V6e7PWYI8a8FvWyGRUspuHYINxBljDaQwEO6qxP7QV_TWRM1PzvQ/w688-h505/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20035%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Or is it Figgy Pudding?<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge7gQRd__rUJA2edZZCYA6L1r4Z3f_RWISHgMfGq2FLJ8DVTNZSSRiFrgDhfyqY34hnFLEB1Dhjwkx0qTMbC2bwKyt9hJvSbmwNXlM5gyxH8QBPXv0wtMtkXtXRshbz7wJzHWzBSWWCBqhHCgOPIVfT8NZpN4_Mm2PJzZswm67fk5y4eQDDFejC8wDOA/s980/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20029%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="735" height="728" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge7gQRd__rUJA2edZZCYA6L1r4Z3f_RWISHgMfGq2FLJ8DVTNZSSRiFrgDhfyqY34hnFLEB1Dhjwkx0qTMbC2bwKyt9hJvSbmwNXlM5gyxH8QBPXv0wtMtkXtXRshbz7wJzHWzBSWWCBqhHCgOPIVfT8NZpN4_Mm2PJzZswm67fk5y4eQDDFejC8wDOA/w546-h728/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20029%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" width="546" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Or, perhaps, Plum Pudding?</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>Way back in 2014 I had a Boar's Head Party, taken from the medieval carol, and following the dinner, my friend, Beckie, had a very traditional plum pudding waiting for us by way of a mid-19th century recipe (which was most likely taken from an even earlier recipe).</div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVcTmFRmMAH4AbEtzUdq3EQlYvUJB0hxjqzZPTD9oBEbERt6wZjNrdBqGrgV6o9V9AOZcEGQhcxD2YnD8yMdO_cqD5ENHr-NKel45uEHQ5_zXPwWCVpnwRAHlzOxONm_CzTzlJwevowefbxYbHn1B0jJ1MhaaTmTeZAd32KMRR0V_DSpZrlucDuCJy3A/s795/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20026%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="795" data-original-width="596" height="761" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVcTmFRmMAH4AbEtzUdq3EQlYvUJB0hxjqzZPTD9oBEbERt6wZjNrdBqGrgV6o9V9AOZcEGQhcxD2YnD8yMdO_cqD5ENHr-NKel45uEHQ5_zXPwWCVpnwRAHlzOxONm_CzTzlJwevowefbxYbHn1B0jJ1MhaaTmTeZAd32KMRR0V_DSpZrlucDuCJy3A/w571-h761/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20026%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" width="571" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div><span style="font-size: medium;">It was so beautiful when she set the brandy covering a-flame and then, </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">afterward, put a ‘hard sauce’ on top. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">(If you look close you can see the blue flame. I wish my camera could've </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">captured the scene better. Oh well, at least I have this)</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyfBN3vVF68GN1m9wm9vxoNOpX1R-_-pugZHheOUHTnNt4d5amaPabYQ-ztPYJwDUpyJrND8wlynqEFeeBfGTA3SCB-htPXWU5R9EyV-CSOZ_4Iqdqzhf00GLRkEhGeSEfYHtqoC1Fy1c02uDcrfowWiae_idImmJltzNzAroZSl8C_8nXvhQDGWVhXA/s1200/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20042%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="455" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyfBN3vVF68GN1m9wm9vxoNOpX1R-_-pugZHheOUHTnNt4d5amaPabYQ-ztPYJwDUpyJrND8wlynqEFeeBfGTA3SCB-htPXWU5R9EyV-CSOZ_4Iqdqzhf00GLRkEhGeSEfYHtqoC1Fy1c02uDcrfowWiae_idImmJltzNzAroZSl8C_8nXvhQDGWVhXA/w684-h455/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20042%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" width="684" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And for Christmas Eve 2021, my son also did the same.<br />It was wonderful...</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div><br /></div><div>Many modern folks believe that jingling bells were put on the sleighs for a Christmas delight because of the ever-popular song from the 1850s. That is truly not the case: jingle bells were put on sleighs for safety reasons. The horse's clip-clopping usually heard along the roads during the other three seasons are muffled greatly by the snow-covered ground of wintertime, and the head gear folks wore also muffled the sound of the beasts and carriages, making the pedestrian nearly oblivious to the sounds around them. This could be a dangerous situation except for the high-pitched sounds of the jingle bells warning the pedestrian to move out of the way. Just as horns are required on the modern day motor vehicles, bells were once a must for winter travel on sleighs. "Keeping to the Right" upon hearing the jingling of a sleigh was the rule then as it is for automobiles today.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm4kMvDDA2QqG238pdFCEjGlXLdyRaJAI2jA5HyqePrMqb5XhQ_Z-55aTVDkflVb37zQQUc0r0fGDAzeqCfTexNbSePj6UmZAgMx5DtlWZGoQz8yxmLK0fwcq-xNji56gqQXsdSnc5WW1lPO8F4xOFbnbW_KeP5Y3dnMS8I9Kzc6xRcSuvk0zlU745ug/s736/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20001%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="489" data-original-width="736" height="455" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm4kMvDDA2QqG238pdFCEjGlXLdyRaJAI2jA5HyqePrMqb5XhQ_Z-55aTVDkflVb37zQQUc0r0fGDAzeqCfTexNbSePj6UmZAgMx5DtlWZGoQz8yxmLK0fwcq-xNji56gqQXsdSnc5WW1lPO8F4xOFbnbW_KeP5Y3dnMS8I9Kzc6xRcSuvk0zlU745ug/w684-h455/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20001%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" width="684" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Old Sturbridge Village - gliding past the </span><span style="font-size: medium;">Freeman Farm~</span></td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW7KDemF2sRHhq1wZ4qTHscfcryV6f9nqsw_b5-4EYMYEcPGVidTwKsxdPA_Ji1-hR0JTVsOFOoEGJNol0YjqDR0PisUwQa-tv5XHzLo0WLdc9DAfdk83mzNMJFpG5YtyNn4q7SkwhhzREaPw8utRdZdOfmm0tRhylMIaV8tSOJtcbhAKRgX8PrFugDg/s736/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20020%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="489" data-original-width="736" height="449" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW7KDemF2sRHhq1wZ4qTHscfcryV6f9nqsw_b5-4EYMYEcPGVidTwKsxdPA_Ji1-hR0JTVsOFOoEGJNol0YjqDR0PisUwQa-tv5XHzLo0WLdc9DAfdk83mzNMJFpG5YtyNn4q7SkwhhzREaPw8utRdZdOfmm0tRhylMIaV8tSOJtcbhAKRgX8PrFugDg/w675-h449/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20020%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" width="675" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">This could be Old Sturbridge Village.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div> Lest you think of the well-known song "Jingle Bells" (1857) as strictly a Christmas carol, the little bit of social history above about jingling bells on sleighs should give you a different perspective upon hearing this winter song, which was actually written for Thanksgiving...but that's another story.. </div><div>By the way, the rhythm of the tune mimics that of a trotting horse's hooves and bells.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbkjKurNZajAksIagwCXCli_Br4l62pRpTCyFGAK00RSOzm9nNRSrz98_AbEC8Unuai6BggPBLQwkRado-7QBWBLrJPwZV6C-sxmwS-5jiwLRh-eUA2ZxyAE2ytq6kkj4ghkwi4kIKwaOO_1JILK-o-af0M5Tuupm2UCb-kA8bGskElbYhaKZ3hwtClA/s736/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20014%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="488" data-original-width="736" height="449" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbkjKurNZajAksIagwCXCli_Br4l62pRpTCyFGAK00RSOzm9nNRSrz98_AbEC8Unuai6BggPBLQwkRado-7QBWBLrJPwZV6C-sxmwS-5jiwLRh-eUA2ZxyAE2ytq6kkj4ghkwi4kIKwaOO_1JILK-o-af0M5Tuupm2UCb-kA8bGskElbYhaKZ3hwtClA/w678-h449/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20014%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" width="678" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Dashing through the snow...<br />Again, I believe this photo is Old Sturbridge Village.<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNWtsg_P1-MOpbuduPtbQkCyLpPrAu5jiYZPiY8eObWg4J8xucXsbkVN9vPmZJmvrupCG_1IpN63MonJkL6Qqyrh4X82GMTUjhNd3VmpdmGktElOK5VhqXC5F4P-eLOyMYE3xraSc82DYJs8bf0OSkR_ycDPe7JSz0ycWo5iiKU8Mb0Ayzkj37FnRy1w/s893/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20002%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="893" data-original-width="735" height="683" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNWtsg_P1-MOpbuduPtbQkCyLpPrAu5jiYZPiY8eObWg4J8xucXsbkVN9vPmZJmvrupCG_1IpN63MonJkL6Qqyrh4X82GMTUjhNd3VmpdmGktElOK5VhqXC5F4P-eLOyMYE3xraSc82DYJs8bf0OSkR_ycDPe7JSz0ycWo5iiKU8Mb0Ayzkj37FnRy1w/w562-h683/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20002%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" width="562" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Old Sturbridge Village</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div></div></div><div>In the colonial times, most home decorating for Christmas in America was pretty sparse. A touch of greenery here and there. And, aside from the Germans, Christmas trees were not a "thing."</div><div>Yet.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieFhedsF7FZgrn9BqbPVLW8_JKMv-nOkpLuvFY4-_jKgiAKqBDlY9YDsMEyGT3lzTFzx4oCAGnGfF5hyb-LSAR7tU3LtM7mLZe-LO7Po5b8RC97xW_U1eHSz_hc5hKVdwJ89hmj8bKp_l3eSEexiJocZEafxFPUhRbuYTCU15cS384EhVuW6-N4-guig/s768/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20004%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="511" data-original-width="768" height="459" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieFhedsF7FZgrn9BqbPVLW8_JKMv-nOkpLuvFY4-_jKgiAKqBDlY9YDsMEyGT3lzTFzx4oCAGnGfF5hyb-LSAR7tU3LtM7mLZe-LO7Po5b8RC97xW_U1eHSz_hc5hKVdwJ89hmj8bKp_l3eSEexiJocZEafxFPUhRbuYTCU15cS384EhVuW6-N4-guig/w690-h459/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20004%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" width="690" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sliced oranges - not sure of the historic location.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><div>Let’s go to the myth that in colonial America, the idea that our colonial forebears decked the doors of their homes with fruited wreaths as a popular way to decorate for Christmas.</div><div><i>The idea of decorating the doors with rare fresh fruit where it would hang until it rotted or was eaten by squirrels would have horrified everyone in colonial America, no matter how wealthy they were. Fresh fruit was rare to nonexistent during the winter and if one were fortunate enough to have some imported oranges from the Caribbean or late apples from New England, one ate </i> (or drank) <i> them.</i></div></div><div>(From <a href="https://historymyths.wordpress.com/"><b>THIS</b></a> site)</div><div>That's not to say that for those who celebrated did not use fruit for <i>indoor</i> decorating. It's quite possible they would have, though we must remember that decorations, if at all, did not stay up for days or weeks, but, generally, maybe for Christmas Eve and/or for Christmas Day. But spending the time to attach apples and oranges in a wreath was highly unlikely, and would have, instead, been placed in an easily reachable area such as a fireplace mantle or on a table or shelf. One could then enjoy such a treat as fresh fruit while it was still fresh.</div><div>And decorative.</div><div>However, this would have mostly been for those who could afford such exotic items during the darkest and coldest part of the year.</div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGujWx3kPuXlHKfII2Wo_umOaBf-pN6F6jGowgzo_snZ6W8b3X8Dn0nxdXInzreg9RxLHW1QalctgX-izdwR814cxiEja9BKeJXXN-cghWspVhRNmqkeWK17N7sO256DivXJTnRKZdyg3qn3GqEm52lCgvmtuTeUPo5Ccofy_rp4Asf3O48ZZvfHK3qA/s960/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20006%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="640" height="737" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGujWx3kPuXlHKfII2Wo_umOaBf-pN6F6jGowgzo_snZ6W8b3X8Dn0nxdXInzreg9RxLHW1QalctgX-izdwR814cxiEja9BKeJXXN-cghWspVhRNmqkeWK17N7sO256DivXJTnRKZdyg3qn3GqEm52lCgvmtuTeUPo5Ccofy_rp4Asf3O48ZZvfHK3qA/w491-h737/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20006%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" width="491" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">We know using edibles for decoration for any long length<br />of time did not happen long ago, <br />but to use them as a decoration that could be<br />readily eaten is another story; up on Christmas Eve<br />and eaten on Christmas Day!</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div>Colonial Williamsburg is the restored and reconstructed historic area of Williamsburg, Virginia, a small city between the York and James rivers that was founded in 1632, designated capital of the English colony in 1698, and bestowed with a royal charter in 1722. It was a center of political activity before and during the American Revolution (1775–1783)—where George Washington, Thomas Jefferson, and Patrick Henry debated taxes, slavery, and the inalienable rights of men—and has since become the site of an ambitious restoration project launched in the 1930s and funded largely by the family of John D. Rockefeller Jr.</div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipeI2aUakEmEeipRlrtSEwtk-PXV7wGrtU6KTKeTfWyvhYRhuIGZqI9koCDNbZpmVMiMxv1v8VLqfJYU5xKU5PeHdHGOLn9ZXxZ8v62fmALQNHD9VYYYL_TXxQTqFWkBpfN3VeuKJz1VlOBD7HK5mevzwBnr-VJbkvkxRMUVIKtN-XLhT-rJ5VhOErfA/s480/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20007%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="480" height="689" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipeI2aUakEmEeipRlrtSEwtk-PXV7wGrtU6KTKeTfWyvhYRhuIGZqI9koCDNbZpmVMiMxv1v8VLqfJYU5xKU5PeHdHGOLn9ZXxZ8v62fmALQNHD9VYYYL_TXxQTqFWkBpfN3VeuKJz1VlOBD7HK5mevzwBnr-VJbkvkxRMUVIKtN-XLhT-rJ5VhOErfA/w689-h689/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20007%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" width="689" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: left;">Colonial Williamsburg<br />Yes, there were those few in colonial times who would decorate their homes for Christmas. What were used were garlands of holly, ivy, mountain laurel, berries, mistletoe, or whatever natural materials were available. Lavender, rose petals, and pungent herbs like rosemary and bay set the holiday scent for the season.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>Something that was common was the "sticking of the Church" with green boughs on Christmas Eve. Garlands of holly, ivy, mountain laurel, and mistletoe were hung from the church roof, the walls, and the church pillars and galleries. The pews and the pulpit, and sometimes the altar, were bedecked with garlands. This scene is described by Peter Kalm, a Swede who visited Philadelphia in 1749:</div><div><div>On Christmas Day he wrote: </div><div><i>Nowhere was Christmas Day celebrated with more solemnity than in the Roman Church. Three sermons were preached there, and that which contributed most to the splendor of the ceremony was the beautiful music heard to-day. . . . Pews and altar were decorated with branches of mountain laurel, whose leaves are green in winter time and resemble the (cherry laurel)</i>.</div><div>According to historian and author, Esther Forbes, "Christ Church (the Old North Church) was Episcopal, a denomination which smelt a little to the Congregationalists of idolatry and brimstone, but even more sweetly (as other small Puritans remembered) of Christmas greens. Christmas was carefully not observed in such churches as those the Congregationalists attended, but the children loved to sneak off to the Episcopal churches at Christmas-time and smell the greens." </div></div><div>Paul Revere was a Congregationalist who did not celebrate Christmas. But as a child, Revere was a bell-ringer for the Episcopal Church - could he have been one of those children who sneaked off to smell the greens? </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz5uTooFGJ5bhyphenhyphenHqTy4kgEOSGn0wW-tadh_Nokw9vuQG_IqHwrcL6k5h6bNKK1PJ7FwETLwfduC0iwZWHr4sNqi6JK2Y_jgsBcgeR9Sp6qi0E-E1XW09CZGPvBRiK4ygca7Efr6fGV16u4qXV0wPEI4fT3hIbNF7onob0Fv-6o5Mqspb1DXjB6pLCc0A/s682/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20019%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="682" data-original-width="587" height="675" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz5uTooFGJ5bhyphenhyphenHqTy4kgEOSGn0wW-tadh_Nokw9vuQG_IqHwrcL6k5h6bNKK1PJ7FwETLwfduC0iwZWHr4sNqi6JK2Y_jgsBcgeR9Sp6qi0E-E1XW09CZGPvBRiK4ygca7Efr6fGV16u4qXV0wPEI4fT3hIbNF7onob0Fv-6o5Mqspb1DXjB6pLCc0A/w580-h675/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20019%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" width="580" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">This looks like it could be Colonial Williamsburg, <br />for that does look like the Bruton Church...but I am not 100% certain. <br />But the shot here is wonderful.</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div><div>In the mid-19th century Christmas trees were small and often propped up on tabletops. They had simple, homemade decorations and strings of popcorn. Possibly candles for illumination. There'd be greens on the mantle decorated in ribbons and bows. The controversy at the time was whether Santa put presents on the tree or in the stocking. Young men would receive knives as a gift to start their lifelong work with wood. Young ladies would get a doll or ribbon. A husband may give his wife some pins and needles for her sewing. Women would make socks, mittens, and hats for their family, using raw material like sheep wool.</div><div>Oranges and other types of fresh fruit were also often given as gifts - such a rare treat for families in the winter! </div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_7CSzsrPxR_gKyW-8FY-T2iPPNm1vJPV4bPwdklQ2TQJX-JYCR4rkRHyZB3bwCSnOYCk_TgvthOdpqqMiXiocGGhU0qnlK-YVjVWiTn2jXigQAYlhdzK18w9ny-4gwQd01NDbn4nWOx7xjoNJBpIr_ILmMOKmFR5qDyHECesvhBdNAL1W79QXqO6lmQ/s792/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20058%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="792" data-original-width="623" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_7CSzsrPxR_gKyW-8FY-T2iPPNm1vJPV4bPwdklQ2TQJX-JYCR4rkRHyZB3bwCSnOYCk_TgvthOdpqqMiXiocGGhU0qnlK-YVjVWiTn2jXigQAYlhdzK18w9ny-4gwQd01NDbn4nWOx7xjoNJBpIr_ILmMOKmFR5qDyHECesvhBdNAL1W79QXqO6lmQ/w504-h640/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20058%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" width="504" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">There is nothing like a candle-lit Christmas Tree.<br />Mid-19th century.<br /><i>(from Christmas at the Fort 2021)</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div><div></div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody></tbody></table><div><div><i>Almanzo and Royal hung clean stockings on the back of a chair, and Alice and Eliza Jane hung stockings on the back of another chair.</i></div><div><i>Then they all took candles and went to bed.</i></div><i>It was still dark when Almanzo woke up. He felt excited, and then he remembered that this was Christmas morning.</i><div><i>"Christmas! Christmas! Merry Christmas!"</i></div><div><i>He pulled his trousers over his night shirt. Royal jumped out of bed and lighted the candle. Almanzo grabbed the candle, and Royal shouted:</i></div><div><i>Hi! Leave that be! Where's my pants?"</i></div><div><i>But Almanzo was already running down stairs. Alice and Eliza Jane were flying from their room, but Almanzo beat them. He saw the sock hanging all lumpy; he set down the candle and grabbed his sock. The first thing he pulled out was a cap, a boughten cap!</i></div><div><i>The plaid cloth was machine woven. Even the sewing was machine-sewing. And the ear muffs were buttoned over the top.</i><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPSzjE3PX65saVI_3RZklhjMRC-GsvQyu9H0IN8VA4pMBYXSoJqFQw7SvXTCVtm-KxKKULgAXo24HgSmmOg59oYEr-AA-xIpOXZcEMawd9f9eF-vdA3Cl_FRq7wzPIJI7dnZ0yNs0SF2t2OyASn3yqu9j0hQClkvSxwc6SHqdWNRd0lgAffnPO_j0aig/s755/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20008%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="755" data-original-width="736" height="704" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPSzjE3PX65saVI_3RZklhjMRC-GsvQyu9H0IN8VA4pMBYXSoJqFQw7SvXTCVtm-KxKKULgAXo24HgSmmOg59oYEr-AA-xIpOXZcEMawd9f9eF-vdA3Cl_FRq7wzPIJI7dnZ0yNs0SF2t2OyASn3yqu9j0hQClkvSxwc6SHqdWNRd0lgAffnPO_j0aig/w687-h704/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20008%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" width="687" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Old Sturbridge Village - </span><span style="font-size: medium;">Freeman Farm was originally from the same village that Old Sturbridge Village is located in: Sturbridge, Massachusetts. It was built by a local housewright sometime between 1810 and 1815.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><i>Almanzo yelled. He had not even hoped for such a cap. He looked at it, inside and out, he felt the cloth and the sleek lining. </i></div><div><i>Eliza Jane and Alice were digging into their stockings and squealing, and Royal had a silk muffler. Almanzo thrust his hand into his sock again, and pulled out a nickel's worth of hore-hound candy.</i></div><div><i>Then he pulled out a new pair of mittens. Mother had knit the wrists and backs in a fancy stitch. He pulled out an orange, and he pulled out a little package of dried figs. And he thought that was all. He thought no boy ever had a better Christmas.</i></div><div><i>But in the toe of his sock was still something more. It was small and thin and hard. Almanzo couldn't imagine what it was. He pulled it out, and it was a jack-knife. It had four blades.</i></div><div><i>Almanzo yelled and yelled. He snapped all the blades open, sharp and shining, and he yelled.</i></div><div><i>Father's voice came out of the dark bedroom and said:</i></div><div><i>"Look at the clock."</i></div><div><i>Royal held up the candle and they looked at the tall clock. Its hands pointed to half past three</i>. </div><div><i>Even Eliza Jane did not know what to do. They had waked up Father and Mother an hour and a half before time to get up...</i></div><div>From <u>Farmer Boy</u> by Laura Ingalls Wilder.</div></div></div><div><div><br /></div><div><div><div>My house is not historical by any means. It was built in 1944 and is no different from the majority of the houses in my suburban Detroit community.</div><div>But I did a few things so at least a portion of my house would look somewhat historical (click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2020/07/accenting-my-journey-through-time-18th.html">HERE</a> to see how I did that)~<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVXcYz38IvjZOjoP39QeFSMg01kv7HUeth2TBWKH9pg9KVgA0Ae0OmJD0gks7eWG_wjTlfxpEQF_aF2QUEvKLJivmXKyl3bXt7c5_T4mdnmgFBT5hCpLLHV2ZNqAw_1Rh0glAbrFe9KqWrpnbtV9dZI9O8J7Q4IGOr45G_Y4PtA8VAvp-eSUDsZBhLNg/s864/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20035b%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="648" data-original-width="864" height="519" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVXcYz38IvjZOjoP39QeFSMg01kv7HUeth2TBWKH9pg9KVgA0Ae0OmJD0gks7eWG_wjTlfxpEQF_aF2QUEvKLJivmXKyl3bXt7c5_T4mdnmgFBT5hCpLLHV2ZNqAw_1Rh0glAbrFe9KqWrpnbtV9dZI9O8J7Q4IGOr45G_Y4PtA8VAvp-eSUDsZBhLNg/w692-h519/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20035b%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" width="692" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>A Victorian Christmas - Charles Dickens would have been comfortable here.<br />At one time I had my back room set up in a Victorian manner.</span></span><span><span style="font-size: medium;"><br />The fire in the hearth has been photo-shopped, but all else is as you see it here.<br />I based much of this Christmas look on an original Victorian farmhouse from Waterloo, Michigan - the Waterloo Farm Museum:</span><br /></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie94pQ7kLsArZcYYnuz46LQ2oH2JOZ4J709BAMzdlHNcXvhPSL5hvdnd_kwvWFQuHcXiH1iuI1PTLjFb7Cz4b24lO6aegHBArFu3n6a6WGwPyLuRvJjQFmtLV5gzdO45le6c2gpbbegslKdRj2ySC2rgHwV2p8dWBUHi9pHl1LlDqv_8zhZYAr2puzaw/s864/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20047%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="648" data-original-width="864" height="517" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie94pQ7kLsArZcYYnuz46LQ2oH2JOZ4J709BAMzdlHNcXvhPSL5hvdnd_kwvWFQuHcXiH1iuI1PTLjFb7Cz4b24lO6aegHBArFu3n6a6WGwPyLuRvJjQFmtLV5gzdO45le6c2gpbbegslKdRj2ySC2rgHwV2p8dWBUHi9pHl1LlDqv_8zhZYAr2puzaw/w690-h517/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20047%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" width="690" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Waterloo Farm Museum - I would say an 1870s - 1880s Christmas<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0YaE1nFl9zIbkpTku0A1OIks33IlTp5m0yO8M3spTrizlWo8RmYa_9l2qGGIut1Ktxo30voTsBZL4I0LONPOOSePMuIOVb3tKqChBiWdBH3rEBDE7Y-KE7FuN6xE_8RRWd35XMwhWlpF9zEEIXBZld3AZeC9JnWXc_o37CjB50MszqQEjGsCi2KXaXA/s795/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20046%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="795" data-original-width="596" height="751" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0YaE1nFl9zIbkpTku0A1OIks33IlTp5m0yO8M3spTrizlWo8RmYa_9l2qGGIut1Ktxo30voTsBZL4I0LONPOOSePMuIOVb3tKqChBiWdBH3rEBDE7Y-KE7FuN6xE_8RRWd35XMwhWlpF9zEEIXBZld3AZeC9JnWXc_o37CjB50MszqQEjGsCi2KXaXA/w563-h751/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20046%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" width="563" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Our own home in the evening, replicating the late 19th century.<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><div><br /></div><div><div>I remember way back in the 1980s - 1985, to be exact - when my wife and I spent our first Christmas in our own place. We went to Frankenmuth, Michigan and purchased a load of Christmas decorations, including tree candles with holders. We clipped them on and they certainly looked pretty cool, giving our tree that Victorian touch. But that wasn't enough for me, so that was the first year I lit them. Having never seen such a thing before in person, I was awestruck by the beauty. So, every year since I've been lighting the candles on our tree. Now, you don't light them and walk away or leave them lit for longer than a few minutes - that's where the true danger comes in. Also, the candles must be placed very carefully upon the branches where there are no other branches (or dangling ornaments) too close - above or on the sides. And members of my family know just what to do in case anything happens.</div><div>So...here you are:<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRjIOyD7VJBdy61cJOd3hEu1QIvA_M8XAzXuFKYZA-7VB3ZyahC9JoOyd5ImHxMJrTuChurTeuksz8N9UgTjova8-2QXlFkc9LnM329dPzYc66shkUgeueflhYrnxC9Q7u77bY0rZTYLck9QGJh-RI2eJaWjxZmWVAoR5abFtM26renH8G3w2NCxbkyw/s900/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20039%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="600" height="839" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRjIOyD7VJBdy61cJOd3hEu1QIvA_M8XAzXuFKYZA-7VB3ZyahC9JoOyd5ImHxMJrTuChurTeuksz8N9UgTjova8-2QXlFkc9LnM329dPzYc66shkUgeueflhYrnxC9Q7u77bY0rZTYLck9QGJh-RI2eJaWjxZmWVAoR5abFtM26renH8G3w2NCxbkyw/w559-h839/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20039%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" width="559" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">My candle-lit Christmas Tree.<br />Christmas Trees in the Victorian period were generally table-tops, being<br />two or three feet at the most. So lighting candles would have been<br />a simpler ordeal. But every year we light the candles on our large 6 to 7<br />foot tree, and have for nearly 40 years.<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaBwGvuwa-RSIQL7-P_wCdrQh1C9PpwEe8VewxZtY_FQLQVHma2edyF2d_aSQ-7QlezbNW8UOYc0A_2SUfj_P_VDnZiJ4gvAKIH_pb2PcewsQfvff39LwNPAGw0yfq5rZLBKRJbpk_sl6LxqDcuajNzjUzdBto2sJV-yC-6kb-hOGwXqBE6JS2zB2nWA/s4890/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20028%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4890" data-original-width="3992" height="736" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaBwGvuwa-RSIQL7-P_wCdrQh1C9PpwEe8VewxZtY_FQLQVHma2edyF2d_aSQ-7QlezbNW8UOYc0A_2SUfj_P_VDnZiJ4gvAKIH_pb2PcewsQfvff39LwNPAGw0yfq5rZLBKRJbpk_sl6LxqDcuajNzjUzdBto2sJV-yC-6kb-hOGwXqBE6JS2zB2nWA/w601-h736/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20028%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" width="601" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">My grandchildren are in awe of our candle-lit tree.<br />How many kids today can say they've seen such a Christmas Tree?<br />How many people in general can make that statement?<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table></span></td></tr></tbody></table>Well, a few at the Christmas at the Fort reenactment can.</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Something very special happened there in December of 2021 - something we've not done there before. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">So during the event in 2021 I thought I would ask permission while representing Christmas past (in a historic house, nonetheless!), with us all dressed in our 1860s clothing, if perhaps we could...just to see...hmmm...do you think we could maybe try it here to really recreate a Victorian Christmas for our modern guests?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">So I asked...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The first response was, "No, I don't think so."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">It wasn't an outright No!" but an "I don't think so" kind of no, meaning it was still a possibility.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">So I then said, "I've been doing this for nearly 40 years - I know what I'm doing."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The next response was, "...I don't know..." meaning there was no "no" there at all. So I added, "Imagine what it would be like!" To which the reply was, "The tree goes right out on the front lawn should anything happen." And I said, "Immediately. But I promise nothing is going to happen."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">So I began to prepare for this event - - - </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjpvzoq9cco3BfBFjVc1kkaMdk7j-LpGwZ5dt1DLiALSer5xSW8vo5bPv2vjSQdpz_2QGuUCT0N4xdgukYhron8A5OrGdLPTt4WzqIBrv7NrWWt-4nBPT7uKzYnaskztEUqX5OkavwByrI75sR9qlR-BYHUkbEYYfAtHcY4rN093cO4A7N8tp18lt-aw/s2048/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20044%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="790" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjpvzoq9cco3BfBFjVc1kkaMdk7j-LpGwZ5dt1DLiALSer5xSW8vo5bPv2vjSQdpz_2QGuUCT0N4xdgukYhron8A5OrGdLPTt4WzqIBrv7NrWWt-4nBPT7uKzYnaskztEUqX5OkavwByrI75sR9qlR-BYHUkbEYYfAtHcY4rN093cO4A7N8tp18lt-aw/w593-h790/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20044%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" width="593" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Historic Fort Wayne Detroit.<br />How simply beautiful it all was - everyone that night<br />was projected to the 19th century.<br />It was a night not to be forgotten.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><div>Below is a video clip of this magic moment:</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/UuXxKkaLEFo" width="320" youtube-src-id="UuXxKkaLEFo"></iframe></div></div></div></div><div>To read a bit about a few classic "old world" Christmas Carols, please click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2018/12/tis-season-to-troll-ancient-yuletide.html"><b>HERE</b></a></div><div><br /></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSScBuzS2n8rU-XM3Kv6PiSrcZ99FXel3F7Gn6wtMrV9_Ac3-APSdGKCF7Mqfb_yuT9nREUevMlACVSL7WppzH_ndOs2bru6mOK8je56IK1OYS8QOetMRnUERxq4Ip2pm8JRZEYOphDLrIGwf7_qm8Za6w4m6urkR5Beo3SxS8tkOImGFF_H5HIQfAdQ/s1133/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20040%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="880" data-original-width="1133" height="532" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSScBuzS2n8rU-XM3Kv6PiSrcZ99FXel3F7Gn6wtMrV9_Ac3-APSdGKCF7Mqfb_yuT9nREUevMlACVSL7WppzH_ndOs2bru6mOK8je56IK1OYS8QOetMRnUERxq4Ip2pm8JRZEYOphDLrIGwf7_qm8Za6w4m6urkR5Beo3SxS8tkOImGFF_H5HIQfAdQ/w683-h532/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20040%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" width="683" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Another fun picture, this one mixing the old and the new with my wife<br />and three of our five grandkids.</span></td></tr></tbody></table>I love the idea that my grandkids will remember when their Papa lit the candles on the Christmas Tree. It is a memory that I hope they will tell their own kids and perhaps even their own grandkids.<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC1mFIifX3SX7RXOBh6v6wJMqrw9ygqQyyXgPzFwTY98wKWsR522f4RlVJl-wQm8UaOEt4GTQRBVNVRvo-MJUi_3QmOgdpxxVqEw1SxmAntQV4-lHgGgOulxjVHkzgk3t2l302dBgJcDdnj1jO7Rz6z7KDUQMEr_f6sAz6s-W2ztvT9smvuF4oeybm8w/s835/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20029%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="835" data-original-width="673" height="752" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC1mFIifX3SX7RXOBh6v6wJMqrw9ygqQyyXgPzFwTY98wKWsR522f4RlVJl-wQm8UaOEt4GTQRBVNVRvo-MJUi_3QmOgdpxxVqEw1SxmAntQV4-lHgGgOulxjVHkzgk3t2l302dBgJcDdnj1jO7Rz6z7KDUQMEr_f6sAz6s-W2ztvT9smvuF4oeybm8w/w606-h752/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20029%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" width="606" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I suppose I could call myself a chandler (candle-maker), for I do<br />make candles throughout the year, and light them in the<br />fall and at Christmastime.</span></td></tr></tbody></table>But wait - - - why, what do we have here??<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZeCaD4jzB4_JL6Km3k0M0UDCkG7TmtArr4IZTY73qmM0O15vHtBC1ZDEenEwFaO5bwXimSbbZ1tEzvOKG-Yd-GDtSarXgK8lsGnV_kTlrvOtIYDp4QIEsmu83lskKeEmzsOCWqVWt2DRG2qI7lXke8LhMtVase41ohz2NOKZpBRbAs8WkuK1b8egFzw/s922/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20041%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="922" data-original-width="691" height="764" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZeCaD4jzB4_JL6Km3k0M0UDCkG7TmtArr4IZTY73qmM0O15vHtBC1ZDEenEwFaO5bwXimSbbZ1tEzvOKG-Yd-GDtSarXgK8lsGnV_kTlrvOtIYDp4QIEsmu83lskKeEmzsOCWqVWt2DRG2qI7lXke8LhMtVase41ohz2NOKZpBRbAs8WkuK1b8egFzw/w573-h764/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20041%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" width="573" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Yes, we do have the colorful electric lights on our tree as well.<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div></div></div><div>And over at Greenfield Village - - - </div><div><div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha2j-glTLrag0c5Qv4p76xPvGWar_p3H11rLjGi7nC9KeGPJ3dMNbtl832upcJHuuqFYwKt4kIP5aPUrm9xzo6PdzK565cxQ2dou8nPNtqZMhuTUKEoykdt3Votr_sjmFiCC6ZXEsvnmozNwUbcyJFMEWFT0c8EEZDWdl0Owraedj6go7l1IgFOJ58FA/s900/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20038%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="600" height="871" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha2j-glTLrag0c5Qv4p76xPvGWar_p3H11rLjGi7nC9KeGPJ3dMNbtl832upcJHuuqFYwKt4kIP5aPUrm9xzo6PdzK565cxQ2dou8nPNtqZMhuTUKEoykdt3Votr_sjmFiCC6ZXEsvnmozNwUbcyJFMEWFT0c8EEZDWdl0Owraedj6go7l1IgFOJ58FA/w579-h871/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20038%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" width="579" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Greenfield Village<br />Electrifying!<br />Yes, we see electric lights here, though this gives a<br />picturesque glow to the scene.</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div>The first use of electric Christmas lighting was by Thomas Edison in 1880, and the first illuminated Christmas tree was shown off by one of Edison's employees to reporters who visited his Manhattan house in 1882. It was common to illuminate Christmas trees with small candles at that time, which could, of course, be dangerous. In 1882, Edward H. Johnson rigged up a Christmas tree with electrical lights, and solicited coverage in the press. </div></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEU-fAqfyytkJ8QKr6G2NIdH_on9NvEvpDfdq8rnMntRfZnTjKmCvoH52ues0vCNXGRUNKCw5vAjM-FYlYDEaA_v4cnNCV-97mCeUa9crA_FsfVeTQFqAGbsIncRExS4-Yq8Lp8sFTXHXE06NnckpKYB_M-AcstublARqUC8mH5DllfZpbzjfRBJcbGQ/s900/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20050%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="600" height="1000" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEU-fAqfyytkJ8QKr6G2NIdH_on9NvEvpDfdq8rnMntRfZnTjKmCvoH52ues0vCNXGRUNKCw5vAjM-FYlYDEaA_v4cnNCV-97mCeUa9crA_FsfVeTQFqAGbsIncRExS4-Yq8Lp8sFTXHXE06NnckpKYB_M-AcstublARqUC8mH5DllfZpbzjfRBJcbGQ/w665-h1000/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20050%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" width="665" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption"><div><span style="font-size: medium;">When visiting Greenfield Village during their Christmas Holiday Nights event I will oftentimes have a few of my living history friends come along, as you see my friend Rae with me here. As living historians, there are not many opportunities to wear our cold-weather garments because there are so few reenactments this time of year, so Holiday Nights allows us that opportunity in an old-timey-type festive atmosphere.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">And to you snarky folk----yeah...you know who you are...yep, I am quite aware of this electric light thing going on in the picture here. However, there is an old worldliness to it, don't you agree?</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;">While Johnson’s tree was considered a marvel, and Edison’s company tried to market electric Christmas lights, they did not become immediately popular. The cost of the lights and the services of an electrician to install them was out of the reach of the general public. However, wealthy people would hold Christmas tree parties to show off electric lighting, thus the use of small candles, despite their danger, remained the popular method of illuminating household Christmas trees until well into the 20th century.</div></div><div><br /></div></div><div>God rest ye merry, gentlemen, let nothing you dismay...</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZS85-7pK-16GW8repT9KWz5ROymeeNIgBeJZ_8xg-WRW0_7gTKd6Oe6cjbk1c9_K0tTdrOH_Ksj7GLARuH-Pb8RBR6-rymHtIhIstVqJAX8gwC6PxgHPqlgx_GD6VlzjFxog5wUXOsZgWQu0bSmqS36wbNu-uslnO5hpAz97OxR07cOuNJJcVNcKmCw/s500/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20026%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="386" data-original-width="500" height="531" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZS85-7pK-16GW8repT9KWz5ROymeeNIgBeJZ_8xg-WRW0_7gTKd6Oe6cjbk1c9_K0tTdrOH_Ksj7GLARuH-Pb8RBR6-rymHtIhIstVqJAX8gwC6PxgHPqlgx_GD6VlzjFxog5wUXOsZgWQu0bSmqS36wbNu-uslnO5hpAz97OxR07cOuNJJcVNcKmCw/w689-h531/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20026%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" width="689" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">1st issue of Charles Dickens' "A Christmas Carol" from autumn 1843.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>"A Christmas Carol." </div><div>Is there any other story that epitomizes what the modern day Christmas celebration is all about? </div><div>In writing the tale of Ebenezer Scrooge, author Charles Dickens wanted to comment on greed in Victorian Britain. He also made Christmas a more prominent holiday and permanently associated himself with Christmas celebrations. </div><div>The book crossed the Atlantic and began to sell in America in time for Christmas 1844, and became extremely popular. When Dickens made his second trip to America in 1867, crowds clamored to hear him read from A Christmas Carol. His tale of Scrooge and the true meaning of Christmas had become an American favorite. The story has never been out of print, and Scrooge is one of the best-known characters in literature.</div><div>Who would have thought this very English fable written over 180 years ago would be every bit as alive today here in the 21st century United States as it was in 1843 England when first published? Gerald Charles Dickens, great great grandson of THE Charles Dickens, was quoted as saying, <i>"The 'Carol' is 10 times more popular in America than it is in England. In England, the 'Carol' is just a story. In America the 'Carol' IS Christmas."</i></div><div style="text-align: left;">It most certainly is - - - </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I have a few other traditional-looking decorations that I enjoy enlisting the lighted candle to sort of magnify them, including this old world St. Nicholas:</div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcUCkWnTDmP5fSiDmb1xTLLTXhSjrfGIAnfAtjHEYcPuUrN7UeVsT9cIPMlM9KpF2KUzTq3V2arTVKPZqHb5SffW8bM2gRHPSoNHwkuvCUplsFPb0KSdVPPuj3QmBidnmYi2ul6qI75z6ulQfNDg8Np0_umPNh6b2bi35ETbCyx7uIHPXrBYBmSBl_Gw/s778/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20045%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="778" data-original-width="680" height="684" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcUCkWnTDmP5fSiDmb1xTLLTXhSjrfGIAnfAtjHEYcPuUrN7UeVsT9cIPMlM9KpF2KUzTq3V2arTVKPZqHb5SffW8bM2gRHPSoNHwkuvCUplsFPb0KSdVPPuj3QmBidnmYi2ul6qI75z6ulQfNDg8Np0_umPNh6b2bi35ETbCyx7uIHPXrBYBmSBl_Gw/w599-h684/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20045%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" width="599" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">An old world Santa/St. Nicholas surrounded by pumpkins.<br />Wait---what? Pumpkins? It's not Thanksgiving! Or Hallowe'en!<br />Well, pumpkins are more historically accurate than, say, a pineapple,<br />Ever hear of pumpkin pies for Christmas?</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi67U8ankkMfSDBnkMI4yuSnm9c84DECX4Dd79qfAEDX5s2_Lgt2FBwUBptEdkw25ii-vJR6fB4SzwFCKYM7FeHl1lKzUf34KkQMhHN4ckW83d21DrnZlAO3UyceO1MRm1aWc1rScES59TgTW2cJqn-ITuHPfXREMZPX9crlLLWbENHO1zyeO84dDZzVQ/s821/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20052%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="821" data-original-width="541" height="883" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi67U8ankkMfSDBnkMI4yuSnm9c84DECX4Dd79qfAEDX5s2_Lgt2FBwUBptEdkw25ii-vJR6fB4SzwFCKYM7FeHl1lKzUf34KkQMhHN4ckW83d21DrnZlAO3UyceO1MRm1aWc1rScES59TgTW2cJqn-ITuHPfXREMZPX9crlLLWbENHO1zyeO84dDZzVQ/w582-h883/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20052%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" width="582" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">From our kitchen doorway...<br />You'll note the back of the tree is dark. The candles there are placed <br />in a safe manner, therefore I won't light those harder to see in back unless I rearrange them and have extra viewing eyes.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmC6ot6rzalwqNEZRjJ5J2qVxlN7PJfVAnwgLmai904qSkKvxZFD30OEYSh8oxMaIohUfDvlxc-ymWo-ky8bAMwhmEP7k459HmaRy4yC4mJU0hukPJUJu46Ecb_q5F2w_n9dpm-jNLtrrXMxRih9QtGgWc7xRkSYhkesIZgc3n70E5deEsd4U3oF88pQ/s1181/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20043%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="786" data-original-width="1181" height="455" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmC6ot6rzalwqNEZRjJ5J2qVxlN7PJfVAnwgLmai904qSkKvxZFD30OEYSh8oxMaIohUfDvlxc-ymWo-ky8bAMwhmEP7k459HmaRy4yC4mJU0hukPJUJu46Ecb_q5F2w_n9dpm-jNLtrrXMxRih9QtGgWc7xRkSYhkesIZgc3n70E5deEsd4U3oF88pQ/w684-h455/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20043%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" width="684" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">With my colonial-style lanterns and my wreath, this could be late Colonial - - <br />.....or early Republic.</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div><br /></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnUhGSn5Ak9l97fqn8cAsV7_6MeuuXgdKXxL9PAp2442vDK5p6tMN21uiq7jtdR7Mf5ij3XrztbJJW5VGBt4kK7chq-NGa1gvooTj9JbagmtVQ9oNkAprgD0FJb9mSU2NqlnEWhJ8rXJjU_wUl7aCqqz4kjwTg0CyNy7KC7ldQx56iTQ_YEAXsj_843A/s735/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20015%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="490" data-original-width="735" height="449" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnUhGSn5Ak9l97fqn8cAsV7_6MeuuXgdKXxL9PAp2442vDK5p6tMN21uiq7jtdR7Mf5ij3XrztbJJW5VGBt4kK7chq-NGa1gvooTj9JbagmtVQ9oNkAprgD0FJb9mSU2NqlnEWhJ8rXJjU_wUl7aCqqz4kjwTg0CyNy7KC7ldQx56iTQ_YEAXsj_843A/w675-h449/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20015%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" width="675" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>I believe this is from Old Sturbridge Village~</span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>Before the widespread </span><span>availability of glass, cattle horn was heated and </span><span>flattened thin enough to permit light to pass through, </span><span>and these thin sheets of horn glazing were used to </span><span>protect a candle or other flame against wind, </span><span>similar to a pane of glass.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>The lantern used here reminds me of the kind used in the later 18th and early 19th centuries, and given the fact that I do not know which open-air museum this photo was taken, they could have used glass, though I've a feeling they most likely would've had cow's / cattle horn for the </span><span>translucent which are now pretty expensive to purchase, if you can even find any!</span></span></div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div><br /></div><div><div>I front a period-dress ("Victorian") vocal group called Simply Dickens.</div><div>Well, I did - - we ended our 22 year career on December 20th.</div><div>We performed mostly little-known old world carols ("All You That Are Good Fellows," "Gloucestershire Wassail," "The Boar's Head Carol," "The Wexford Carol," "The Huron Indian Carol," "Masters In This Hall,"... for example), and we held our final performance at my house. A few people were invited - a half dozen or so - and we live streamed it to a much larger audience. So my wife snuck outside and snapped this wonderful picture.</div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiz5PeYMByk96MyCx8HRb46wA8UsiyO7eWUw9_6EJypnjLsLxyM_Y6DKqGfgQdQ_IaNWBFI1SLr5tihAaopKS2VdhD21YB3QPxK2KbDv49hFG9ovGwxqFkHzbWoxO___HIRRgrPPhb3JslS0lfd7UXyR_ysA8tO0Qg-9jdqzOXzhNcB0diHLY3sXPT5w/s1140/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20054%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1140" data-original-width="699" height="926" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiz5PeYMByk96MyCx8HRb46wA8UsiyO7eWUw9_6EJypnjLsLxyM_Y6DKqGfgQdQ_IaNWBFI1SLr5tihAaopKS2VdhD21YB3QPxK2KbDv49hFG9ovGwxqFkHzbWoxO___HIRRgrPPhb3JslS0lfd7UXyR_ysA8tO0Qg-9jdqzOXzhNcB0diHLY3sXPT5w/w567-h926/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20054%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" width="567" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">From the outside looking in~</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>It was such fun - it was like a Christmas party from days of old, and yet it was also contemporary.</div><div>Most there had never seen a candle-lit Christmas tree so I thought it would be a way to make this night even more memorable.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Lt7A7_PWnj0yW7e8KEclS-zKeCQCJKekZ21GxOxd6loPlyPDAFYQquoCM4dImVwh0qYorBVLCIdSCsHER3W527BEHBqkiAhq6mQD-aeKjXzBcj08i6LKXj1Z1bC24vaIVEjyBxiuNUJ_bgZye07iOGfyly-Sc8iD41uMAoT9HwUZTTJ94QCjiIBvDg/s819/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20055%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="819" data-original-width="614" height="813" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Lt7A7_PWnj0yW7e8KEclS-zKeCQCJKekZ21GxOxd6loPlyPDAFYQquoCM4dImVwh0qYorBVLCIdSCsHER3W527BEHBqkiAhq6mQD-aeKjXzBcj08i6LKXj1Z1bC24vaIVEjyBxiuNUJ_bgZye07iOGfyly-Sc8iD41uMAoT9HwUZTTJ94QCjiIBvDg/w610-h813/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20055%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" width="610" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Lynn captured me lighting the tree for our guests and the group that night.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>It was a good party - perhaps I'll put together another gathering next year.</div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4GPO5CbyTyZJnxIibFkgVsI1UU8psLPTum7ZszARVVgCJ0e9tOtbsFhEeikTcZ0Mk9mOQQadWzeUvWRxX5jswN64DyHFzufTB2qwIo3tIcsTQnc8OBFZJYXQX6Pbgm1Lid1HcegI1UG48QN19Qu5Bpv1Kuis-J1eyznqLqZ6iPqYkOqTL19C4XLKbgw/s840/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20053%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="857" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4GPO5CbyTyZJnxIibFkgVsI1UU8psLPTum7ZszARVVgCJ0e9tOtbsFhEeikTcZ0Mk9mOQQadWzeUvWRxX5jswN64DyHFzufTB2qwIo3tIcsTQnc8OBFZJYXQX6Pbgm1Lid1HcegI1UG48QN19Qu5Bpv1Kuis-J1eyznqLqZ6iPqYkOqTL19C4XLKbgw/w570-h857/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20053%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" width="570" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">From the inside looking out - - the same window from the other side.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="text-align: center;">The Village of Holly, Michigan puts on the oldest Dickens Festival in the U.S. This year of 2023 was its 50th anniversary! And my vocal group, which began here in 2001, closed out the festival this year.</span><br style="text-align: center;" /><span style="text-align: center;">That was such an honor.</span><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxb7z3IvtBWjU9h2fbngz5d2HLHSHnQ41Bg7e58pZ6M-t_2zQ1jjXwYz9gA1j8CMSalBQ-pOJbJb2V2MK1iN7cuDgWOKoeFozbXxHGTmxtojYf3f7QAH4Yd5Cq4nQgOade-gGZ5IVMlKCzKNodku9yqWZWi3Zku5CGpebieu0H8Kbg_ucnaguo_d8Mtg/s2000/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20056%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="2000" height="519" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxb7z3IvtBWjU9h2fbngz5d2HLHSHnQ41Bg7e58pZ6M-t_2zQ1jjXwYz9gA1j8CMSalBQ-pOJbJb2V2MK1iN7cuDgWOKoeFozbXxHGTmxtojYf3f7QAH4Yd5Cq4nQgOade-gGZ5IVMlKCzKNodku9yqWZWi3Zku5CGpebieu0H8Kbg_ucnaguo_d8Mtg/w692-h519/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20056%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" width="692" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">With me up front and the rest of Simply Dickens in the carriage, we took a horse & carriage ride, all the while singing "One Horse Open Sleigh" - the original 1857 verses.</span></td></tr></tbody></table>Click the You Tube link below:<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/audd3bNBxgA" width="320" youtube-src-id="audd3bNBxgA"></iframe></div><div><br /></div>And we also did a sort of "Old World" pub sing inside an actual 19th century pub!</div><div>Click the You Tube link below:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/HAoa7lliI8A" width="320" youtube-src-id="HAoa7lliI8A"></iframe></div><span style="font-size: medium;">and</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/1mvVxq-xJXg" width="320" youtube-src-id="1mvVxq-xJXg"></iframe></div><br /><div>The Genesee Country Village and Museum is a 19th-century living history museum covering more than 600 acres located in the town of Wheatland, New York, in the small hamlet of Mumford, about 20 miles from Rochester. On the museum property is the 19th-century village (the Historic Village), the John L. Wehle Gallery of Sporting Art, the Genesee Country Nature Center, the Carriage Museum, the Silver Baseball Park, and the Heirloom Gardens. The facility offers special events and classes throughout the year.<br /><div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvVK6lFNZlbfy0HgzA1WyfgcyJ3Ut7CI6UrVVJUzJKc8MiI6__a4g03FgezRyS3Fyc9WBLsm8oTMIYBhy43cRx9y2FhtFbqHcaIbxCTGupom2qtnbVdxxfvkWOv3FpehgZ_Z6kWqZ2K62zCxQHm3gw-UGynzdlo97g9jZmaMwel22kUYdRuMOZimGI0A/s515/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20005%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="493" data-original-width="515" height="656" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvVK6lFNZlbfy0HgzA1WyfgcyJ3Ut7CI6UrVVJUzJKc8MiI6__a4g03FgezRyS3Fyc9WBLsm8oTMIYBhy43cRx9y2FhtFbqHcaIbxCTGupom2qtnbVdxxfvkWOv3FpehgZ_Z6kWqZ2K62zCxQHm3gw-UGynzdlo97g9jZmaMwel22kUYdRuMOZimGI0A/w685-h656/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20005%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" width="685" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A peaceful Christmas morn at Genesee Country Village and Museum</span><br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div></div><div><div><div>The Christmas Truce, which took place during The Great War (eventually to be known as World War One) in the far north-west of Belgium known as Yser Front (part of No Man’s Land) happened on Christmas Eve in 1914 and continued into the following Christmas Day. It was at this time the soldiers themselves stopped the war for Christmas Eve. The Germans actually initiated it; the Brits went along. First the men gathered up the bodies of their fallen comrades and buried them; priests put on their white stoles and administered last rites to the dead. White crosses were erected and Scottish Highlanders played their bagpipes. Once the survivors completed the burial rituals, the men decided to celebrate the holiday with a soccer game.</div><div>According to records, the Germans won the game. Then chocolates, wine, beer, and schnapps were shared by all. British and German soldiers crawled out of their trenches, shook hands, and sang Christmas songs together. Along with German and English songs, of course, 'Silent night, holy night' also resounded across the ghostly tranquility of the battlefield.</div><div>One account mentions the "Scotsmen started the bagpipes".</div><div>This truce lasted 24 hours. Hard to believe it even happened. But the events are preserved with letters, journals, and diaries of those who experienced it all and also in war records.</div><div>When commanders of both armies heard about this outrageous peace transgression they made sure it would never happen again.</div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt2BZFfn3u1AQfEcQXwBDspoYFlest9ZnMTG82mXTPixv8qKDYSzCiDVuwHZUMVjYR9dXnXonUTYURTmQPLTyWuWzCwIVaqRmhTKPbPifXA8bCbpTbIoi1HkhLvQXX41zmwknchx-3imN8A6CNtWsuIlvSFqVShWCaBtmrcgvraqDxXKD4zbT79XCzVg/s600/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20057%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="600" height="515" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt2BZFfn3u1AQfEcQXwBDspoYFlest9ZnMTG82mXTPixv8qKDYSzCiDVuwHZUMVjYR9dXnXonUTYURTmQPLTyWuWzCwIVaqRmhTKPbPifXA8bCbpTbIoi1HkhLvQXX41zmwknchx-3imN8A6CNtWsuIlvSFqVShWCaBtmrcgvraqDxXKD4zbT79XCzVg/w686-h515/q%202023%20-%2012-25%20057%20Old%20Time%20Christmas.jpg" width="686" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">This emotion-filled photo was taken by Knute Wales outside the WWI vignette at Cotswold Cottage on December 1st at Greenfield Village during the Holiday Nights event. The subject of the picture is historic presenter and WWI reenactor, John Sproul, who is "representing a Scottish soldier in 1914, telling the story of the Christmas truce."</span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br /><span style="font-size: medium;">That is the 1633 Farris Windmill silhouetted in the background.</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>Such an amazing picture - truly amazing.</div><div><br /></div></div>It may be Christmas Day as I post this, but it will not be the final Christmas blog posting for me this season. I have two - maybe three - more coming your way. The Christmas season "officially" goes to January 6th, but in days of old it sometimes went to <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/02/time-passagesfebruary-2nd-celebrating.html">February 2nd</a>, marking the 40th day after Christmas!</div><div>Anyhow, I hope this little post helped to heighten your Christmas spirit. It did for me while writing it.</div><div>Merry Christmas from my home to yours.<br /><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div><div><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ffd966;">...</span><b><span style="color: #38761d;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span><span style="color: #cc0000;">....~~~~~~~~....</span><span style="color: #38761d;">~~~~~..~~~~~</span><span style="color: #990000;">..........................</span></b></div></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /></div>Historical Kenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04979801752112100293noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56451385109293718.post-90579451120241560012023-12-21T13:52:00.006-05:002023-12-26T20:58:11.435-05:00Christmas at the Fort Celebrations: 2009 - 2021<div style="text-align: center;"><i>For twelve years a few of us have portrayed a family during the American Civil War on Christmas Eve. </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Unfortunately, this wonderful event, known as Christmas at the Fort, is no longer; our final celebration took place in 2021. There were hopes and talks of a possibility of it coming back, but it doesn't look like that will happen.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Why did it end?</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Well, that's pretty complicated, so we'll just leave it at that. But let us reminisce on those wonderful years when we brought Christmas Past to life in a real and historical way.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #6aa84f;">~~~</span><span style="color: #cc0000;">~~~</span> <span style="color: #6aa84f;">~</span><span style="color: #cc0000;">~</span> <span style="color: #6aa84f;">~~~</span><span style="color: #cc0000;">~~~</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div>In the living history world, I have certainly been able to do some pretty <i>amazing</i> things with some amazing historical people - those who have history in their heart and soul...running through their veins.</div><div>And celebrating Christmas in the 1860s has been one of the most gratifying and truly amazing things I have ever done.</div><div><div>That's what happens when you find and fall in with the right people.</div></div><div><div>You see, as soon as you start to think of the past as happening (as opposed to it having happened), a new way of conceiving history becomes possible.</div><div>This is true in every sense, as I have learned.</div><div><b>Nostalgia</b>, as defined by Mr. Webster's dictionary, is described as, in part, "a sentimental yearning for the happiness of a former place or time."</div><div>And <b>Memory</b> is defined as being "the store of things learned and retained from an organism's activity or experience...by recall and recognition."</div><div>That would mean nostalgia and memory are both very personal experiences then, does it not? Can it be possible, then, to feel a nostalgic sentimental attachment to a time period one did not personally live through?</div><div>And, in the same vein, would memories differ or be similar under the same circumstances?</div><div>So, is nostalgia and memory portable? </div><div>I ask and mention all of this for I feel there are a few of us who have a pretty good idea what it was like to celebrate Christmas in the 1860s. And, as living historian civilians, I really am not sure if we can call what we've done at Christmas at the Fort 'reenacting.' I believe it might be more accurate to say we were actually <i>experiencing</i> an 1860s Christmas rather than 'pretending' or reenacting it.</div></div><div>That's not to say we actually time-traveled to the past; but what would you call it when we were in a period-correct home - sense-surround - and had created a family setting with consistent participants to spend our time immersed...<i>engulfed</i>...in such period holiday pastimes as was actually done in the past? And having, in a very strong sense, the same or similar memories?</div><div><div>In fact, the only hint of 21st century life was when the tour groups came through, and even then most of us were unaware of these <i>ghosts of Christmas future</i>, for only one from our group would quietly step out to speak with them as to not disrupt our holiday celebration.</div><div>Perhaps they went to the necessary...or to another room for a moment...</div><div><br /></div><div>My first Christmas at the Fort venture was in 2009, and I was there at one of the houses as a "family friend." This was a sort of trial for me...so I brought along my writing desk and spent much of my time penning letters by oil lamp and taking my turn speaking to the touring public, who went house-to-house to get a history lesson at each stop.</div><div>So this first time out went fairly well:</div></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">2009</span></div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVyvC6kNVRC5PoHkcPkey7ViQE_JtIgxbwtQjscxK4gd74N__Vc1q7xGA9JjvWT8o349rZzmdR69szD69ZWyNgX_W6kvH56OMBr_bSSLulWr9265iOz9F7mEAac0vL3u7qEQxYbnckQKjQZ4QE7qUJDzkW2VZV-rTl4E6_8QPbiO3r7BrISb0eZ8ik-w/s864/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20001%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="color: black;"><img border="0" data-original-height="648" data-original-width="864" height="517" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVyvC6kNVRC5PoHkcPkey7ViQE_JtIgxbwtQjscxK4gd74N__Vc1q7xGA9JjvWT8o349rZzmdR69szD69ZWyNgX_W6kvH56OMBr_bSSLulWr9265iOz9F7mEAac0vL3u7qEQxYbnckQKjQZ4QE7qUJDzkW2VZV-rTl4E6_8QPbiO3r7BrISb0eZ8ik-w/w689-h517/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20001%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="689" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">2009 - My first Christmas at the Fort: </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Yes, this was one of my first times actually experiencing </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Christmas past in a sort of living history manner. </span></div></div></td></tr></tbody></table>As I wrote in my blog back in December of 2009:<br /><div><i>What a magical time this event was! The home was candle and oil lamp lit and each of us had our impressions. I portrayed the visiting friend and spent time writing letters and spoke to the touring public of the importance of the letters from home and goodies being sent to the soldiers to keep their spirits lifted, while other members of the house we were in spoke on the activities of women on the homefront during the Civil War, including making bandages, repairing old blankets, and crocheting/knitting socks, scarves, and mittens, all to send to our men fighting in the Civil War. We also played the old parlor game Questions and Answers.</i><br />Rather than portray family life, we were very centered on the Civil War homefront.<br /><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIpa1KwS1mY8pCHTusZ0O_iPBmwB70TCT7hGtIvRpC1A6eaucHmpJZAaoZkhKA_qeWHMLHh5BpPboS7vKT-3jhzGsqUI0GrfCLvmXk9YcK4BbjWHyHn5Ew0CAxy2zi3pODuqiaCxB9Re7HdaBFjwWOkB0SToEcXkoKb_EfKQEltwKg-T4YC_2CD8os4g/s795/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20002%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="647" data-original-width="795" height="558" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIpa1KwS1mY8pCHTusZ0O_iPBmwB70TCT7hGtIvRpC1A6eaucHmpJZAaoZkhKA_qeWHMLHh5BpPboS7vKT-3jhzGsqUI0GrfCLvmXk9YcK4BbjWHyHn5Ew0CAxy2zi3pODuqiaCxB9Re7HdaBFjwWOkB0SToEcXkoKb_EfKQEltwKg-T4YC_2CD8os4g/w686-h558/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20002%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="686" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">2009</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I was honored to join such a group of living historians and I </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">brought along my mail writing utensils to show and speak to the </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">modern visitors about the importance of writing letters to the men </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">off fighting in the Civil War.</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>"He was conscious of a thousand odors floating in the air, each one connected with a thousand thoughts, and hopes, and joys, and cares long, long, forgotten," </i> wrote Charles Dickens' in "A Christmas Carol" describing the scene where Scrooge first enters the past. These words are true for me in a number of my own time-travel excursions...and I would feel comfortable in stating that these words are true for all of us who participated in Christmas at the Fort for these 12 years...</div><div style="text-align: left;"><div><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">2011</span> </div><div>Unfortunately, and very sadly, in 2010 there was plumbing issues at Historic Fort Wayne, and so the Christmas at the Fort event was cancelled for that year. But after that brief one year hiatus, 2011 found us making a resounding return.</div><div><div>And it would be different, for it was over the summer that a few of us spoke of devising a plan very different from anything we had done previously: we formed a living history group and we were stationed inside the very elegant commander's home, though our scenario wasn't about the commander who lived there in the 19th (or even 20th) century; it was to show how a well-to-do northern family would have celebrated Christmas Eve. In a very real way.</div><div>Stepping up the game.</div></div><div>More than ever...and it set the tone for all of our future-past endeavors of this type.</div><div>First off, we went from a somewhat plain house to one of more elegance, and it was as ornate and elegant as any Victorian house I have seen, and we got to call it "home"!</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJARfSJEUY5cUA3L0Qfn0YqNgVu2E2awGgMrfTIkv2rPBz-JRh-FoYwc0fpmWBlYQa8Wu8iw1tcVpJrDjcdtiLjtnteXmCBn6ihvSOmmyvfjJz6VBrkUiJRlwX9cfJ7HxQziy59AlSBpV05PuALGm4aspxsN661NIKGvgrdCXnFm-GxuPAASziDViJvQ/s799/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20003%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="599" data-original-width="799" height="515" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJARfSJEUY5cUA3L0Qfn0YqNgVu2E2awGgMrfTIkv2rPBz-JRh-FoYwc0fpmWBlYQa8Wu8iw1tcVpJrDjcdtiLjtnteXmCBn6ihvSOmmyvfjJz6VBrkUiJRlwX9cfJ7HxQziy59AlSBpV05PuALGm4aspxsN661NIKGvgrdCXnFm-GxuPAASziDViJvQ/w687-h515/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20003%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="687" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">That's our "new" home - the white one ~</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>We did have a fine time bringing Christmas past to life. We took turns reading from the various material including Dickens "A Christmas Carol," the latest issue of Harper's Weekly (from December 1861), and from a book of poetry, short stories, and other period correct verses. We sang Christmas Carols to a pump organ, and played parlor games. And some of the ladies crochet and knitted Christmas gifts for the Boys in Blue off fighting the rebellion.</div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPhgiieQqKQnDUbjxRvI6gFNRoSQfhODyY3ua-LEJ4r4OQio6d0CCz6rK3s0_tuLpc3b063ti3fALCRn9iQPlcG9jxnMz1-jfXEwEVxpsmvm6TG8HfwqzOCfE-8CYbxv0p5m9JmWR_ia1VwZl5uTMRoLsF0bK-6XOIzlcVUK547HQqcTdyKZIPjJep8w/s864/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20004%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="648" data-original-width="864" height="506" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPhgiieQqKQnDUbjxRvI6gFNRoSQfhODyY3ua-LEJ4r4OQio6d0CCz6rK3s0_tuLpc3b063ti3fALCRn9iQPlcG9jxnMz1-jfXEwEVxpsmvm6TG8HfwqzOCfE-8CYbxv0p5m9JmWR_ia1VwZl5uTMRoLsF0bK-6XOIzlcVUK547HQqcTdyKZIPjJep8w/w674-h506/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20004%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="674" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Family and friends gathered in our front parlor to enjoy this joyous holiday.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">We did not have a Christmas tree quite yet, but we were beginning to feel our way into becoming a "family."</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQoFt2SWO7FSmEamQtz2PYGYe5Gdcp4-dVXF5JaKHYLCMlLXQj-FH1ySj0TfAkXYyN2e-RA7uA2uamAIaB8WalkJx0lsrZYTIP711EGhH_xMOZIESF5kq6nokgJ8yq882ZDLi9ZZWhk6WISIPcWGulrSEAgraOAKpz6PswGRnUU6kuf0te6EZqUjEgDg/s795/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20007%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="795" data-original-width="596" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQoFt2SWO7FSmEamQtz2PYGYe5Gdcp4-dVXF5JaKHYLCMlLXQj-FH1ySj0TfAkXYyN2e-RA7uA2uamAIaB8WalkJx0lsrZYTIP711EGhH_xMOZIESF5kq6nokgJ8yq882ZDLi9ZZWhk6WISIPcWGulrSEAgraOAKpz6PswGRnUU6kuf0te6EZqUjEgDg/w480-h640/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20007%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Rebecca strikes the perfect Victorian pose.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>As any wealthy family would have employed, we had a domestic there, cleaning, sweeping, and keeping house for us. She was included in our scenario here and there: while we had a group of visiting public inside, our servant would stop what she was doing and take a peak inside the room to view the celebrating. I, of course, would chastise her and send her back to her duties of which I pay her for. The tour group loved this.</div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja_Eo5KnhA19rAoSNyKmSHEwwPGKIdSNHNmcw8fEKM0B47BfqVRiVvwX6nnuCTvoV-Rzrop5CO3w6mzpbaGM2HSTJ-dP2jLwWC6ulGPQS7Oakp0v0UpUR3zlUBc7qH2z08VaGUNvRKPsAxsLeHAMEUmsZgFwwnFyvYECnNRXjmFofLXxXSWo9sTTkcUg/s795/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20005%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="795" data-original-width="596" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja_Eo5KnhA19rAoSNyKmSHEwwPGKIdSNHNmcw8fEKM0B47BfqVRiVvwX6nnuCTvoV-Rzrop5CO3w6mzpbaGM2HSTJ-dP2jLwWC6ulGPQS7Oakp0v0UpUR3zlUBc7qH2z08VaGUNvRKPsAxsLeHAMEUmsZgFwwnFyvYECnNRXjmFofLXxXSWo9sTTkcUg/w480-h640/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20005%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Our servant girl continued doing what she was </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">paid to do, especially on Christmas Eve!</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div>Family Photo Time!<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6ZcPRFWgk3CWTIsQBOLpeO9GqmPlVTclAV8ee9zwOdBwW-D9pbDX5WptxCeKzFRTZ4GKR4FpEjtri52_zfc_lbUO8j7NDgZ8-zfTQQMeD4uCmzPucidGWjB-CuflmdQXxO8qCCQWj16jEih220fK5en8bEQgqJeA6UkZXJJ37_9-_g-9z-ik-VPPMPA/s864/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20006%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="648" data-original-width="864" height="515" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6ZcPRFWgk3CWTIsQBOLpeO9GqmPlVTclAV8ee9zwOdBwW-D9pbDX5WptxCeKzFRTZ4GKR4FpEjtri52_zfc_lbUO8j7NDgZ8-zfTQQMeD4uCmzPucidGWjB-CuflmdQXxO8qCCQWj16jEih220fK5en8bEQgqJeA6UkZXJJ37_9-_g-9z-ik-VPPMPA/w687-h515/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20006%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="687" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">On a side note, as we gathered all of our participants together for a group photo, one elegantly dressed family member told the domestic in a rather stern tone, "Servants in the back!"<br />2011 / 1861</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">2012</span></div><div>The bar was raised pretty high in 2011 and I would think about this event throughout the year, trying to come up with ideas to make it even better. So for 2012 we decided to take the next logical step: decorations and a table top Christmas Tree. For this year it was Christmas Eve of 1862. </div><div>But that wasn't all - we were no longer a generic family; this year we had defined roles. You see, it's easy to have a bunch of reenactors hanging around in period clothing looking like...well....a bunch of reenactors hanging around in period clothing! </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1clWsVYi-EmA3dj1e8LbBLGyc17wV0gj-0G36VUDG5icJFexMcMws7CIwLdmi4eie9QG8FzqRE5JOUj3cVgHdolSYhZfkrdhgCPI2yPP53hAMOJQJ1-a0dzQJl8gLMwCp_45KJocK8Izlhw-YWEiciK_ILHGjL0rsEezECRzSjOUGlXENG5KoCCYmsQ/s795/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20008%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="795" data-original-width="596" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1clWsVYi-EmA3dj1e8LbBLGyc17wV0gj-0G36VUDG5icJFexMcMws7CIwLdmi4eie9QG8FzqRE5JOUj3cVgHdolSYhZfkrdhgCPI2yPP53hAMOJQJ1-a0dzQJl8gLMwCp_45KJocK8Izlhw-YWEiciK_ILHGjL0rsEezECRzSjOUGlXENG5KoCCYmsQ/w300-h400/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20008%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Mrs. Root literally decked the hall<br />with boughs of garland</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>But it takes time and effort and a special <i>want</i> with a willingness to learn to be transported to the past. So for this scenario, Sandy Root became Sarah Root - my married sister - and this was the home of she and her husband, a lumber baron away on business, Nora (Sandy's friend) was our cousin visiting for the holidays, Larissa became my wife, and she & I, with our two children Christina (Kristen), our eldest daughter, and my for real daughter Rosalia, and we were in from out of town to spend the holidays with my sister. And again we had the young lady who portrayed our domestic servant back with us again. Sandy Root is very well versed in Victoriana customs, and gave this young domestic, without choice, a new name - the name of Agnes, for it was felt Agnes would be a more suitable name to remember than Carrie. This was a common practice at the time.</div><div>Later in the evening, a second domestic was 'hired' on to help Agnes with all of her duties while the rest of us prepared for and enjoyed the Christmas frivolities.</div><div>The celebration of Christmas then commenced, and the ladies all pulled the greenery from a trunk, and did a fine job in their decorating, as you can see in the photo below. Afterward, both of my daughters spent the afternoon crocheting and playing the game of dominoes while my wife and sister took turns entertaining us by playing Christmas carols on the organ, our cousin singing along in a most spirited voice. I spent some of our celebrating time by reading aloud from Mr. Dickens' novel "A Christmas Carol."</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuKXp-PyjJLbCEhFVlnKhiJ2Jfld_zacJfjmA8uuBOShsDkPjwl-2xtlFFbe3A62_DQAuPYgA4skZx02cqIyneWJmVC3rPJSrwMfmkNxDoXN-RREi0fCX2EYoKyG9re7AzpmbDHdxgqS0JUrlXj9gi1MNhG0GCQAUXtTfVnirtdzBWLgi5hCM9wL4bYw/s795/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20009%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="596" data-original-width="795" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuKXp-PyjJLbCEhFVlnKhiJ2Jfld_zacJfjmA8uuBOShsDkPjwl-2xtlFFbe3A62_DQAuPYgA4skZx02cqIyneWJmVC3rPJSrwMfmkNxDoXN-RREi0fCX2EYoKyG9re7AzpmbDHdxgqS0JUrlXj9gi1MNhG0GCQAUXtTfVnirtdzBWLgi5hCM9wL4bYw/w640-h480/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20009%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Celebrating Christmas Eve 1862 in the parlor of my "sister's" elegant home</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>As the day turned to night, parlor games were played by all of us and much laughter was heard. One such game involved each participant to make the sound of a barn animal of their own choosing each time said animal was mentioned in a story told by an agreed upon story teller. Such hilarity made a fine Christmas Eve game!</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBzvA1jIik1CML6xXAcqpB2Xz9bMVp8DH6PCuwJPJ0jyDxlP58qRnNT8j29SottbDVZxOgNvXRRZ2T9J7_MFvaGw0pvfzUGB1bN3uAyKjaCnHRwmsCoWzlUXScA5KiS0y1aphbyYoIZcJOnAlMNCxc7CuNyI-aIbgdsvLbOkindZbVSu6YiUZ-71ZbzQ/s795/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20010%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="795" data-original-width="596" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBzvA1jIik1CML6xXAcqpB2Xz9bMVp8DH6PCuwJPJ0jyDxlP58qRnNT8j29SottbDVZxOgNvXRRZ2T9J7_MFvaGw0pvfzUGB1bN3uAyKjaCnHRwmsCoWzlUXScA5KiS0y1aphbyYoIZcJOnAlMNCxc7CuNyI-aIbgdsvLbOkindZbVSu6YiUZ-71ZbzQ/w480-h640/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20010%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Agnes the servant girl serves Larissa.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>All in all, this was a unique presentation, for the 21st century tour groups who were brought to our home every 20 minutes or so were not allowed to roam throughout the home and speak to the various living historians as they may normally had done at places or houses there. They, instead, were able to witness, while standing in the doorways of the various rooms, everyday life from the past, as if peering through a portal through time. Upon noticing the tour group in the doorway, a member from our group of living historians would inconspicuously get up from our activity and move over to where the visitors were to speak of how we were celebrating this special holiday in a combination 1st and 3rd person manner.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqQOTtAU1531Ba6P6WWYdAZ0xUtO6T6bSKNjY1cBoz2PeRi5ebrKadxJQXbyAy3AoqeECUwa50IGgXyVy4VYznEmBNUPgROZBVTSQs9aiTet67vFF81vG0DqG4M-XYzd4EuNlGNAP8haP0QRRG6NHOQ_HqTaLX2wtla4ytSIlAi__9p-1f9eHgwdictQ/s787/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20011%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="609" data-original-width="787" height="496" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqQOTtAU1531Ba6P6WWYdAZ0xUtO6T6bSKNjY1cBoz2PeRi5ebrKadxJQXbyAy3AoqeECUwa50IGgXyVy4VYznEmBNUPgROZBVTSQs9aiTet67vFF81vG0DqG4M-XYzd4EuNlGNAP8haP0QRRG6NHOQ_HqTaLX2wtla4ytSIlAi__9p-1f9eHgwdictQ/w640-h496/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20011%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Our 2012 / 1862 family and friends photo.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>The rest of the living historians in our house remained in 1862 and were oblivious to these <i>apparitions from the future</i>. And then, when our presenter had finished their talk, they re-joined our group and continued as if they had never left.</div><div>It was almost an ethereal way for the visitors to peek in and see Christmas Eve 1862 in action while hearing a live narration of the Christmas customs from the time.</div><div>Three of us would take turns as presenter.</div><div>But it didn't stop there; for the most part, we stayed in our first person persona even while no visitors were about: ringing the bell for Agnes when we needed water or something else, playing our games, singing the carols, reading, and speaking to each other in an 1860's manner.</div><div><div>This 2012 / 1862 Christmas at the Fort event was probably one of the very best of any reenactment I had ever participated in up to that time. </div><div>That's how good it was.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">2013</span></div><div>So onto Christmas 1863 / 2013, where we continued on in the same manner, and we had a few more family members join us. </div><div><div>This whole immersion thing had been building up for a while, and with each passing year those of us who enjoy this sort of reenacting were finding ourselves making that strong effort to live up to the name "living historian."</div><div>And in 2013 we took another rather large leap in the right direction. We even added an elder sister, Caroline, who joined us this year with her husband.</div></div><div><div>It was always my goal to increase the 'intensity' of the living history experience and to expand it to have as close to a <i>you-are-there</i> experience as we could have. So as the Christmas season approached, I sent an e-mail explaining our plans: </div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR6uXmm6z7SRwpYlZ9RBpcvJVa-M04xYcrRxnHCVfJtjW4CK07CZG9fQQ2zsiNtxKXRQ_CM1PBVzJ64r1pFrd0OAGn00d_rEh7fW8ohmdZ4JhT9acWMvmYcH4_FKQWHT5h2rbRPoadjWWpGORl4cvZ3jgasnXqKfqBsM98iyhvSyhn_kPdU2x7tZvvZw/s792/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20013%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="672" data-original-width="792" height="544" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR6uXmm6z7SRwpYlZ9RBpcvJVa-M04xYcrRxnHCVfJtjW4CK07CZG9fQQ2zsiNtxKXRQ_CM1PBVzJ64r1pFrd0OAGn00d_rEh7fW8ohmdZ4JhT9acWMvmYcH4_FKQWHT5h2rbRPoadjWWpGORl4cvZ3jgasnXqKfqBsM98iyhvSyhn_kPdU2x7tZvvZw/w640-h544/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20013%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Our 1863 / 2013 family~<br />With an addition of my elder sister, her husband, and their daughter.<br />(on the right)</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Good day to Everyone -</i></div><div><i>As you know, we plan to go (as best as we can) into a full immersion for this event, which means no 'coming out' into the 21st century during the duration. Three people will be 'stepping' into the future during the touring group visits: Sandy, Larissa, and myself will be taking turns speaking to the tour groups when they come into the house. Everyone else will be totally oblivious to the modern folk. They are not even there as far as you're concerned.</i></div><div><i>We are also looking for everyone to plan something for our Christmas Eve entertainment: Singing Christmas carols, read a poem, pantomime something, have a parlor game ready for us to play.</i></div><div><i>Something else along these lines: we are family in my "sister" Sandy's home - conversation on our 1860's lives is a must. Please come up with something about your life you can speak casually on during conversations.</i></div><div><i>And crafts: sewing, knitting, crocheting, and sketching. Also, writing letters or in your journal.</i></div><div><i>Remember etiquette. Remember how we are to address one another and how we are to act. But we have our own personalities as well - we don't want Hollywood History. If you're a jokester in the 21st century, then you would most likely be in the 19th century, just on a different level.</i></div><div><i>We will be eating in the dining room - - this is a first and we must be as careful as can be here. They are allowing me to bring my two 1880's oil lamps for light in there - again, we must use extreme caution.</i></div><div><i>I am letting the other reenactors know what we're doing so no one comes in and breaks the mode.</i></div><div><i>We are really going to make the attempt to make this as real as can possibly be done. We have the best of the best here - - we have those who can do this right.</i></div><div><i>Please respond to "all" in this e-mail so we can all remain on the same page.</i></div><div><i>Thank you everyone - - -</i></div></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSc_etNUow78Ag9nejTEKW1EFcSVZmGxM_O597SqJwYVVh5ZWYeOqp_d5W4yl8q-3beYlUwSdhShZGKQv0A-L7Az3cYALMJQeHKlJWoZnRuvHMAi_3ybfkcHkBydOrWVYr-vXj2VEAj1-g80Pe9Y4h2gj1J7Sx75RCsWLqSYZAGEVH22eL-UjVpnl89g/s795/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20012%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="795" data-original-width="596" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSc_etNUow78Ag9nejTEKW1EFcSVZmGxM_O597SqJwYVVh5ZWYeOqp_d5W4yl8q-3beYlUwSdhShZGKQv0A-L7Az3cYALMJQeHKlJWoZnRuvHMAi_3ybfkcHkBydOrWVYr-vXj2VEAj1-g80Pe9Y4h2gj1J7Sx75RCsWLqSYZAGEVH22eL-UjVpnl89g/w300-h400/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20012%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Larissa & I <br />about to go visiting.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>Each of us who participated continued our roles... </div><div>Not a character, not a script, but a life story, just as we have in our modern lives. Done through historical research.</div><div>For our backstory, my first wife died during the birth of my eldest child, Christine. Larissa is the mother of my youngest. We live on a farm inherited from my mother & father in rural Erin Township, Michigan, quite a distance from both of my sisters, so we don't visit very often except on special occasions such as Christmas.</div></div><div><div>For this year at Christmas at the Fort, something special happened that no one had been able to do in over 30 years: we were able eat in the dining room...and we even ate by oil lamp! </div><div>Throughout the year we spoke on how we could expand our Christmas impression - <i>up our game</i> - to make it even more real than in previous years, and when the idea came up of possibly eating a Christmas meal in the dining room I didn't expect the Historic Fort Wayne Coalition to agree to it.</div><div>But we have proven to them over the years that we are historical professionals in all we do, and because of that we got the thumbs up.</div><div>Wow!</div></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlSM5pqrGbmw75fhTyqAIg8rP6ANFtHIEA6hB2dOK-5CpWPOZyHiUxQFc-FjPZ6X0HTWxIDLdLMgE9WAZVZZ2YBpccdnXlfjGJXGS6Axspfm7FhLb0QsQJHTG0F0kloJYvKfORlf5hHckxnvKWFfCa2z7lYO125YOjmYDYmcKJ5hP6YTgN07Ub3f8BJA/s795/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20016%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="596" data-original-width="795" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlSM5pqrGbmw75fhTyqAIg8rP6ANFtHIEA6hB2dOK-5CpWPOZyHiUxQFc-FjPZ6X0HTWxIDLdLMgE9WAZVZZ2YBpccdnXlfjGJXGS6Axspfm7FhLb0QsQJHTG0F0kloJYvKfORlf5hHckxnvKWFfCa2z7lYO125YOjmYDYmcKJ5hP6YTgN07Ub3f8BJA/w640-h480/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20016%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">This was a large leap for our living history.<br />It felt even more like a Christmas celebration and less like presenting.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">During our festive Christmas meal we remained in 1st person and spoke of current 1863 news, of the past memories we had in our "family." And we spoke of a possible 4th of July gathering, though it would be tough for Larissa and I to get away from the farm during that time of year.</div></div><div><div>And, as in previous years there, we had my sister's two hired servant girls there for our every need.</div><div>As you can see, between our conversations and the style and manner in which we carried ourselves, we were well-rooted in the 1860's, and those of us taking part seem to agree that the dining room portion of the evening was the most magical of nearly anything we've ever done thus far.</div><div>It really was.</div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLUwSvpPpzJDkmsyc4-VzYUIit9mgBeNMiZL8qMCUUI4twh_9zsT5n-rjU__qglC-XBEaiOcyVpl7BygWGTPtkDwPU4p3AhuKemPfjvv7SV0ExlaNLxCmNqRoE7yFM5_2cZyyb1IvbyhYDkUQg8nRcZcbAVIkoUbX20OY9sA0wayETQqeJcHa986wUHg/s1201/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20017%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="797" data-original-width="1201" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLUwSvpPpzJDkmsyc4-VzYUIit9mgBeNMiZL8qMCUUI4twh_9zsT5n-rjU__qglC-XBEaiOcyVpl7BygWGTPtkDwPU4p3AhuKemPfjvv7SV0ExlaNLxCmNqRoE7yFM5_2cZyyb1IvbyhYDkUQg8nRcZcbAVIkoUbX20OY9sA0wayETQqeJcHa986wUHg/w690-h458/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20017%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="690" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Being interrupted by the touring groups every-so-often, I learned real quick what it was like to work at Greenfield Village, where presenters eating their meals are continuously speaking to modern visitors while their food grows cold (lol). But there were so many snapshots taken of us eating there!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>Tom B., who was in charge of the Fort Wayne Coalition, mentioned the dining room experience was also a highlight for the touring groups who witnessed it. He said many folks liked that best of all.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwB8mwk82Cnok91ZhQWrvGm4hX9D8b45rpCdeT3mfR9r3i8t8pyqP51h2vCcbXRSKqpygFIW21fOlN4yN9lGgO3zUedz6ugB0Dfu-XbmTfqNxEbMr4RKEVbST0K2lf3GZkpibyFCS0SASV2liBJCJFg6aFsgIoVZhV2Lpp3wPoLXJ7VfhNWBI0YftzCw/s960/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20018%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="638" data-original-width="960" height="455" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwB8mwk82Cnok91ZhQWrvGm4hX9D8b45rpCdeT3mfR9r3i8t8pyqP51h2vCcbXRSKqpygFIW21fOlN4yN9lGgO3zUedz6ugB0Dfu-XbmTfqNxEbMr4RKEVbST0K2lf3GZkpibyFCS0SASV2liBJCJFg6aFsgIoVZhV2Lpp3wPoLXJ7VfhNWBI0YftzCw/w684-h455/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20018%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="684" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The two domestic servants: Candace and Agnes<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div>Like last year, we rarely broke our immersion no matter if there were tour groups or not in the house; we continued on as if we truly were a family from the 1860's. </div><div>What this meant for the modern tour groups coming through was that there was always something different going on at any given time: one group of visitors saw our 1860's family decking the halls, another saw a discussion between my older sister, Carolyn, and Larissa & I on the possibility of sending our eldest and slightly out of control daughter to a girls seminary school.</div><div>Another group may have heard an intense political discussion between my brother-in-law David and myself. Even my wife, who I support in expressing her knowledgeable opinions and well thought out views, joined in the conversation, much to the chagrin of my older sister. The eldest of my siblings does not believe a woman should discuss such matters.</div><div>A later group heard us singing Christmas Carols to the pump organ, while still others heard a reading from Dickens' novel "A Christmas Carol."</div><div>And I haven't even brought up playing checkers or writing letters or hearing jokes read from the pages of Harper's Weekly or...well, you get the idea..</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicY0iAea1fTzbXtuCnz33H7qM6qc_D6erZzDr7xfi3ort1GKk_h2bIhLf6NL5ywkHbPK4FMMCHahCfQXHha-PFamRxL8iexIBbE2xSRQ9C_jF3bHRf77UmtJGbTuVIEDHcP4s2KenAyO5G_M-cigcqx_A-zSrSNHQjKYEOHxR8ksIrcHJpog7n8mt3GA/s795/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20015%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="596" data-original-width="795" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicY0iAea1fTzbXtuCnz33H7qM6qc_D6erZzDr7xfi3ort1GKk_h2bIhLf6NL5ywkHbPK4FMMCHahCfQXHha-PFamRxL8iexIBbE2xSRQ9C_jF3bHRf77UmtJGbTuVIEDHcP4s2KenAyO5G_M-cigcqx_A-zSrSNHQjKYEOHxR8ksIrcHJpog7n8mt3GA/w640-h480/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20015%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">~Angels we have heard on high...~<br />Carolyn and Violet (who became my mother-in-law, for she was Larissa's <br />real-life mother) played and sang carols. It was wonderful!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><div>All as natural as us being a real family of 1863 - - - - there were no stage calls of "Places everyone: here comes the next group! Back to one!" </div><div>No lines to be studied, for we wouldn't study lines in our real lives, now, would we?</div><div>No breaking the immersion spell, whether the modern visitors were there or not.</div><div>Nope - except for one or two very minor blips, we stayed <i>back there</i>.</div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxqUTBCzU-roovB62oK5EDWs5zUcGTk9yKTS-6GlalcFJMizAIYcA9E47O7a2I5xHa-w-bhnikc8a-LYJB2TLpXqeiYt6sxBqhn3kQOj4uVEYH8mGyreItLchICKunK0AWaJJpL1LYwkziEzZKgZPey-xShOQrR9PxAqBBRt2eUurSiUvABS1PIdwnEA/s792/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20014%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="630" data-original-width="792" height="510" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxqUTBCzU-roovB62oK5EDWs5zUcGTk9yKTS-6GlalcFJMizAIYcA9E47O7a2I5xHa-w-bhnikc8a-LYJB2TLpXqeiYt6sxBqhn3kQOj4uVEYH8mGyreItLchICKunK0AWaJJpL1LYwkziEzZKgZPey-xShOQrR9PxAqBBRt2eUurSiUvABS1PIdwnEA/w640-h510/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20014%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">My reenacting family photo~<br />(except for my real-life daughter there on the left on the floor)</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><div><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">2014</span></div><div>And so now we enter Christmas Eve 1864 / 2014.</div><div>Okay, so none of our Christmas at the Fort events ever actually took place on a real Christmas Eve, but you could've fooled us! It sure as heck felt like it!</div><div>So for this year we did a sort of side-step. Larissa could not take part this year; she and her real-life husband welcomed their second child only a few weeks earlier and, very understandably, could not participate. Since our scenario here requires for me to have a wife, my good friend, Kim, stepped up to the plate and became my misses (and did a fine job indeed!). Kristen continued to portray my daughter (and always did a wonderful job in her role), but my real-life daughter, Rosalia, did not come out. Neither did Sandy Root. And for this year the house belonged to Carolyn and Dave.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZst2H4o8x0OMT-AQ2AnALf53KKalnGAgu1l6TGt5YoETAIFddTeHSG3Zf_VrFl6oPcW5SrLGJ34H4BwAObspiQPS8DvOgLW4HFYE1-h7HyuYnkWkbKCcR1gdR_kuOwAvxOmE2sULdqpvPrtlD80Y17xf7XWzKCW8fOSJzZL7TtYzr4pwfUIxKIbC_Jw/s864/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20023%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="648" data-original-width="864" height="519" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZst2H4o8x0OMT-AQ2AnALf53KKalnGAgu1l6TGt5YoETAIFddTeHSG3Zf_VrFl6oPcW5SrLGJ34H4BwAObspiQPS8DvOgLW4HFYE1-h7HyuYnkWkbKCcR1gdR_kuOwAvxOmE2sULdqpvPrtlD80Y17xf7XWzKCW8fOSJzZL7TtYzr4pwfUIxKIbC_Jw/w692-h519/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20023%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="692" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Kristen and her "cousin" Laura festively decorated the staircase.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBpOAMbow0YpWnHff1L4qDo-esSgKRMj5IMMd4yE-XKTwOiEfKo87EdudZHCREnoOcT6OkWrhtVsJqDIvIB4QF5hNi5PxSPzSwQjwNG1SuE4otG_UZHp7mUchL_big1SPQFtAUUGF5Yqu43WZbqQowi0lJXEwUR5p0RsYmD76UIgZumnVlbZnYoFmGHQ/s864/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20021%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="648" data-original-width="864" height="515" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBpOAMbow0YpWnHff1L4qDo-esSgKRMj5IMMd4yE-XKTwOiEfKo87EdudZHCREnoOcT6OkWrhtVsJqDIvIB4QF5hNi5PxSPzSwQjwNG1SuE4otG_UZHp7mUchL_big1SPQFtAUUGF5Yqu43WZbqQowi0lJXEwUR5p0RsYmD76UIgZumnVlbZnYoFmGHQ/w686-h515/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20021%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="686" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Servant Candace offers Christmas treats to Kim & Laura.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div>Here are two video clips taken this day:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/RZTYbBJrsiE" width="320" youtube-src-id="RZTYbBJrsiE"></iframe></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/5AnNECICu3A" width="320" youtube-src-id="5AnNECICu3A"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiplyk990G0a_FZ8sh4lRFo9pWJYtyHU3nIg9sAxeY41I5bVw52wkqMfiuFRM4C4MQa8kqcx91W_AwSqiX0b81UtErdtwBKYTEchO8G3xO77QoHp5wDkWf8j4UUXlXnuj1mkPj2ZlcrjNmpHvwv9KJZvRby1z9WOeKEUh72UayYao7iLXqYxepm2WX9eg/s864/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20019%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="648" data-original-width="864" height="512" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiplyk990G0a_FZ8sh4lRFo9pWJYtyHU3nIg9sAxeY41I5bVw52wkqMfiuFRM4C4MQa8kqcx91W_AwSqiX0b81UtErdtwBKYTEchO8G3xO77QoHp5wDkWf8j4UUXlXnuj1mkPj2ZlcrjNmpHvwv9KJZvRby1z9WOeKEUh72UayYao7iLXqYxepm2WX9eg/w682-h512/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20019%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="682" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">For the second year, we enjoyed our Christmas meal in the dining room.</span></td></tr></tbody></table>Our holiday meal consisted of ham, cheese, a variety of vegetables, beets, pies, and cider to drink.<div>There was nothing "pretend" in our meal nor of the food we had.<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieIpA1o1a5Hp5UiY76sEEhIF7IjWkUdqjrfffqGt1w6WLLCiDN7JWP8c8Sf0kRtiirC5_yq4IfENN9uRiJ_AxidDhjfOh_CqliQ6DuoX8b-be1E1JN5lN1fTmxrpgWZF2FEWzFGF4m0RntILVu1WBWQpiZHEOZUx3jmbR4d-leg9tWmQR_dktBXwl8Ag/s864/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20020%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="648" data-original-width="864" height="515" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieIpA1o1a5Hp5UiY76sEEhIF7IjWkUdqjrfffqGt1w6WLLCiDN7JWP8c8Sf0kRtiirC5_yq4IfENN9uRiJ_AxidDhjfOh_CqliQ6DuoX8b-be1E1JN5lN1fTmxrpgWZF2FEWzFGF4m0RntILVu1WBWQpiZHEOZUx3jmbR4d-leg9tWmQR_dktBXwl8Ag/w686-h515/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20020%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="686" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The domestic servants stood at the ready and were at our beck and call - ready to react <br />to our requests without a delay. </span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">By the way, the word “beck” is a shortened form of the word “beckon,” which means to summon or signal, typically with a wave or nod. To be at someone's “beck and call” means to be ready to follow their orders or be at their service. And the two ladies who were our servants, Candace and Agnes (Carrie) truly, in every sense of the word, presented themselves wonderfully. These two wonderful ladies chose their lot in their 19th century lives, and have repeatedly told me they felt as if they had a real purpose in this presentation, and took their jobs seriously.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I am touched and proud of how well they did.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_9UOn-WQFrZajvxG1My_pB5PnMJ-8TvLHAMP3328oylJAWr3yLMCj17JFrrIEXdjjhLi7fMpxQl9oxhVg2Y2ubCGr73WtQRJ5Pg7EcXu0JfPrItunxlNKEKcNHS49I417rSBFKqdCkDAt1_smUoNXGfojOoPwcQz4wOWepIjkji_Swobfzy9I5CPY-g/s864/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20024%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="648" data-original-width="864" height="519" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_9UOn-WQFrZajvxG1My_pB5PnMJ-8TvLHAMP3328oylJAWr3yLMCj17JFrrIEXdjjhLi7fMpxQl9oxhVg2Y2ubCGr73WtQRJ5Pg7EcXu0JfPrItunxlNKEKcNHS49I417rSBFKqdCkDAt1_smUoNXGfojOoPwcQz4wOWepIjkji_Swobfzy9I5CPY-g/w692-h519/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20024%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="692" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Servants Candace & Agnes enjoyed a Christmas meal after serving us ours'.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp9kVrp2BWnTb_7T2dWo1JS9QDyaSkkRFADcj1TD8vIPCCPvZM5a9-A3boCJRT2NNlDo4yRm48BagsAJgkiLzrNqBhk96ZUW2HIqXoJIpLmw0psgNSWlzJZLqDW-0JK5GwmpWh42yW1FgGL3r08JAbemy6nesbp5kaSuI95ln-DGCwrRki5uyGaurIcw/s871/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20022%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="color: black;"><img border="0" data-original-height="653" data-original-width="871" height="515" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp9kVrp2BWnTb_7T2dWo1JS9QDyaSkkRFADcj1TD8vIPCCPvZM5a9-A3boCJRT2NNlDo4yRm48BagsAJgkiLzrNqBhk96ZUW2HIqXoJIpLmw0psgNSWlzJZLqDW-0JK5GwmpWh42yW1FgGL3r08JAbemy6nesbp5kaSuI95ln-DGCwrRki5uyGaurIcw/w686-h515/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20022%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="686" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Another "family" photo.<br />In my real life family, we, too, take an annual family Christmas photo.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">2015</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The next year our 19th century Christmas celebrations continued on, same as it ever was, and Larissa was back portraying my wife. And her mother returned as well!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">It really is just not the same without them (no, I am not being weird here - we just work well together in this capacity).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div><i>“We shall see shadows of the things that have been,” said the Ghost. “They will have no consciousness of us.”</i></div><div><i>As the words are spoken, you pass through the wall, and stand upon an open country road, with fields on either hand. The city had entirely vanished. Not a vestige of it was to be seen. The darkness and the mist had vanished with it, for it was a clear, cold, winter day, with snow upon the ground.</i></div><div><i>You are conscious of a thousand odors floating in the air, each one connected with a thousand thoughts, and hopes, and joys, and cares long, long, forgotten.</i></div><div>(Paraphrased from Stave II of Charles Dickens ‘A Christmas Carol’)</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4oCIa1Ej-l6mmAkcZL71kRweyJm2ntmbj4QZhDzWrbnzebUCuf85_dM3bGNUinF7rtzCSfkOhI_ysFZ7qJYhizOkZdDlfywoGHed0gqjF5pRsGfJ6WdlPE9-k2rFGe6KXR9A3ufM8hz1uozdsb1bWq6izQi9hffYNofSElb4ltVBqL_mVmTgHTQoFHw/s1071/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20026%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="804" data-original-width="1071" height="517" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4oCIa1Ej-l6mmAkcZL71kRweyJm2ntmbj4QZhDzWrbnzebUCuf85_dM3bGNUinF7rtzCSfkOhI_ysFZ7qJYhizOkZdDlfywoGHed0gqjF5pRsGfJ6WdlPE9-k2rFGe6KXR9A3ufM8hz1uozdsb1bWq6izQi9hffYNofSElb4ltVBqL_mVmTgHTQoFHw/w689-h517/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20026%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="689" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Because all of us were so used to working together, I believe we were reaching a pinnacle here.<br />My real life daughter, in the pink, rejoined us this year after a year hiatus. And Elizabeth returned after a couple years break.<br />In part of our backstory, Larissa and I have no sons - only daughters. Because I need help on the farm, Christine is treated as if she were a boy (unfortunate for her, but what can I do?) and helps me with the necessary farm chores such as manuring, plowing, harrowing, fence and barn repairs, and caring for the larger animals such as the horses, cows, and pigs. </span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div>Living history can be an amazing experience, and there is nothing else quite like it, I dare say. </div><div>It's when you find the right people to join you that transportation to the past can almost eerily magically happen.</div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixPbn3D5u7e478C4CLC9SahCk26tLadz6AaXywkHljKCY8izvuDZPw_Yv4NpilyDoqn-O12QdyEE9zPqWhUoUWXraaEUsPrp7KY1ZY-XIctCk8gGUolS15qZKFMb5WYO1yBbF5z0WoZs4SrlG6wnjs42GM42U4ni-xEME7gRh4EpoqggF_Gh2206kxMA/s913/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20027%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="913" data-original-width="706" height="659" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixPbn3D5u7e478C4CLC9SahCk26tLadz6AaXywkHljKCY8izvuDZPw_Yv4NpilyDoqn-O12QdyEE9zPqWhUoUWXraaEUsPrp7KY1ZY-XIctCk8gGUolS15qZKFMb5WYO1yBbF5z0WoZs4SrlG6wnjs42GM42U4ni-xEME7gRh4EpoqggF_Gh2206kxMA/w509-h659/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20027%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="509" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Another "sister" of mine, Jackie, had joined us for the first time.<br />And her daughter, Andrea.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaCI8bXpbuZhvJnj14QJoMloXXSLe27X8pKFVqAcm3o6Uw6k-nOpa3AkL0UgQk7-is1dvVn8erof1mtCvM3HjitFCC4v2d6aiWosSMsDWrnrX96aiH9dcmQ2LGOXy5WpH5cYO85aw7dFsbTODF0a7w6IA-QK_8u0i0aRy-hcNouqaydKKZ91QpfFUmuA/s1071/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20028%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="804" data-original-width="1071" height="513" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaCI8bXpbuZhvJnj14QJoMloXXSLe27X8pKFVqAcm3o6Uw6k-nOpa3AkL0UgQk7-is1dvVn8erof1mtCvM3HjitFCC4v2d6aiWosSMsDWrnrX96aiH9dcmQ2LGOXy5WpH5cYO85aw7dFsbTODF0a7w6IA-QK_8u0i0aRy-hcNouqaydKKZ91QpfFUmuA/w684-h513/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20028%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="684" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Being that Christine is my right-hand helper on the farm, but so very much loves to wear her pretty dresses, when an opportunity to do a feminine craft comes along, why, she is always anxious to learn it and teach others.<br /></span></span><span style="font-size: medium;">And she did just that on this Christmas Eve day - we found her teaching all of the females in the family a sewing project...a project involving the making of butterfly jewelry that she had learned.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv4Jvgu7QzuYke2EWZwRFI48WPpbkVwRUvY5Ir50KjFYJhothckHYwlV9TPqyzSlqqsA7AykciCqdptBEVb5daujJuWVreSRg4ONbC4pvFX0B_y2mNkxKPw-Bg14kWGY-rzKXa56jr8f-Iur-GkaXh_fvu_MoNY1GOt1L0apAlMhSdiZsqKCrqHc5IdQ/s795/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20029%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="795" data-original-width="596" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv4Jvgu7QzuYke2EWZwRFI48WPpbkVwRUvY5Ir50KjFYJhothckHYwlV9TPqyzSlqqsA7AykciCqdptBEVb5daujJuWVreSRg4ONbC4pvFX0B_y2mNkxKPw-Bg14kWGY-rzKXa56jr8f-Iur-GkaXh_fvu_MoNY1GOt1L0apAlMhSdiZsqKCrqHc5IdQ/w480-h640/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20029%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">In her exuberance (and perhaps given the fact that she works </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">manly chores in the fields with me), Christine became a little</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> 'bossy' while showing her family how to make the butterflies</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> - - she even said, "Now, ladies..." as if she were the adult! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Her mother had to reprimand her and reminded her </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">that she needed to "mind her tongue."</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqUHyeVQC7sQTbtvqdEEWbG6QbIhSi8YkiBeguFVxpycJ_sEPm8mcjwZsAFvL6d_-IaBGo7OXo_uM5WVte9Xu-cE3SDW0XqARobPjZwKlD3UYOPZZ0wJfolPa7xDbOpLx_9dS7Nyzaqv1fgqNGQnHvhVEOGOEnnyLY34KDL55KkHaEL2NdD-ZFswCxpA/s1600/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20030%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1066" data-original-width="1600" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqUHyeVQC7sQTbtvqdEEWbG6QbIhSi8YkiBeguFVxpycJ_sEPm8mcjwZsAFvL6d_-IaBGo7OXo_uM5WVte9Xu-cE3SDW0XqARobPjZwKlD3UYOPZZ0wJfolPa7xDbOpLx_9dS7Nyzaqv1fgqNGQnHvhVEOGOEnnyLY34KDL55KkHaEL2NdD-ZFswCxpA/w688-h458/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20030%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Agnes the servant girl was on her own this Christmas, and did very well.<br />She was given a day off after New Year's for all of her hard work.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><div><br /></div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieQj0TqpBuZqAtVpoadi4qqB1-QwcWUT7D4yPbF5eC9KLXAtUVbRm0LEN3HurdY-17MdW_QbTmohlfr1MLoFNAl3BKurLxYzhc-TKvFo9hdOY6-qESZS-Xl_MydZwgXHsax9mgoJKomF9gQ6HAZ3ThDgj3rK5rWhyXDp88f2KQnDoysfH8FUrbVU4GKw/s1370/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20031%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="779" data-original-width="1370" height="394" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieQj0TqpBuZqAtVpoadi4qqB1-QwcWUT7D4yPbF5eC9KLXAtUVbRm0LEN3HurdY-17MdW_QbTmohlfr1MLoFNAl3BKurLxYzhc-TKvFo9hdOY6-qESZS-Xl_MydZwgXHsax9mgoJKomF9gQ6HAZ3ThDgj3rK5rWhyXDp88f2KQnDoysfH8FUrbVU4GKw/w692-h394/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20031%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="692" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A moment of relaxation after our Christmas dinner~<br />Eating inside the elegant dining room was such an experience - it made it all come to <br />life in ways not done elsewhere. </span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;">Once again, we had a traditional period Christmas meal, this year being turkey, cranberries, mashed potatoes, vegetables, pickles, cheese, breads...and pumpkin pie!</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0zeVZGdZ5lKf78GpMG7s7QgugUEtVsotJ_KztG_dm5mgzDuCzGiCKCs7319c92GNC94qMT-CEaozMzBbCW6fSHiy3mCLiWM3sBpctFqod12ZdVsl_HL9v3dGxYrHmTjevVg_rzijmhqWLkHn-HUJe87oZuKGCS7XBqNed9lBco65SkCsXTYSOTtEfoA/s933/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20033%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="933" data-original-width="700" height="763" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0zeVZGdZ5lKf78GpMG7s7QgugUEtVsotJ_KztG_dm5mgzDuCzGiCKCs7319c92GNC94qMT-CEaozMzBbCW6fSHiy3mCLiWM3sBpctFqod12ZdVsl_HL9v3dGxYrHmTjevVg_rzijmhqWLkHn-HUJe87oZuKGCS7XBqNed9lBco65SkCsXTYSOTtEfoA/w573-h763/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20033%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="573" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">In the evening, carols were sung.<br />Carols of the period: religious in nature - no Santa, Rudolph, or Frosty.</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div>I am certain the old carols as performed and sung in their time did not sound quite as upscale and perfect as what we hear today, for it was more the well-to-do that may have heard it performed by (accomplished) musicians and vocalists. But, in the same way we remember our own parents singing along to the old tunes, I'm sure it was as special as could be to the children (and others) listening in days of old.</div><div>By the way, our ladies sang, in my opinion, beautifully.</div><div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBMI_PtJV93pNLjECJ-TL2Y4gyiObIQiYxJ5RsGrln9er45IH-HgzjFt2O8Vke2PlTLpXpin_rs3UC1oXBC3Iw5oMMxPOY8Si6F6DWywwZqjzI_82IgEhIkV2fBKu27Z-ybB0f0LkU5nvKaPVuGuAXamzakMoBXGF28-EAoFUXcbGoNbcRf6w4dxTMoA/s795/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20032%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="795" data-original-width="596" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBMI_PtJV93pNLjECJ-TL2Y4gyiObIQiYxJ5RsGrln9er45IH-HgzjFt2O8Vke2PlTLpXpin_rs3UC1oXBC3Iw5oMMxPOY8Si6F6DWywwZqjzI_82IgEhIkV2fBKu27Z-ybB0f0LkU5nvKaPVuGuAXamzakMoBXGF28-EAoFUXcbGoNbcRf6w4dxTMoA/w480-h640/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20032%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And Agnes cleaned up.<br />As I said, our servants are true to form.</span></td></tr></tbody></table>Some have actually commented on the loneliness and separateness of our servants.</div><div>Well, they knew their status and applied it to our events.</div><div>There were even times when folks in the modern tour groups became a little miffed at how they perceived our treatment of the servants as being poor.</div><div>History lesson without realizing it!<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPakiS8Zk5u6TRpxS_B1Wnq90nYUCdqIBGwhUB01UZUnUsgqqpjfFMjiY91RnpNu2L8bcoa8TsGewiYXT7cyCXzTUNupJxTIcSXj6n1UVnjhqwIvcXBFQYGvVKIczqmzT2GIylPLP8SDEKGdMFygu4ekEEegUdttMaqeqXkRyMySwbHEbJ__DtF7ATIQ/s1600/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20034%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1066" data-original-width="1600" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPakiS8Zk5u6TRpxS_B1Wnq90nYUCdqIBGwhUB01UZUnUsgqqpjfFMjiY91RnpNu2L8bcoa8TsGewiYXT7cyCXzTUNupJxTIcSXj6n1UVnjhqwIvcXBFQYGvVKIczqmzT2GIylPLP8SDEKGdMFygu4ekEEegUdttMaqeqXkRyMySwbHEbJ__DtF7ATIQ/w689-h458/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20034%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="689" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Here is a good picture showing how Larissa moved out of the shadows of the past to speak to the shadows of Christmas yet-to-come to explain what it was like to celebrate this holiday during the American Civil War.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">2016</span></div><div>In our minds the Christmas of 2016 was Christmas of 1861 - - - - </div><div>And our 19th century family celebrations continued on...</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPWMNf-1ADrlhH3bYUCCPlzgvxqGDD1vylkmR1Umhn1RqXSMub7CtzC7TIL1Nj-M_-1HITxd2Alg5NvXLMKSRKlWICMY_pi7rhh2QyW2wVlflEhKhsRO0e0awh2KLqD5NWHpEiO_S1bbcC3rquJkk4-AvRClUDMl7mZNEK2QWSx-GDvqviRA3YToo0kg/s922/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20035%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="796" data-original-width="922" height="592" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPWMNf-1ADrlhH3bYUCCPlzgvxqGDD1vylkmR1Umhn1RqXSMub7CtzC7TIL1Nj-M_-1HITxd2Alg5NvXLMKSRKlWICMY_pi7rhh2QyW2wVlflEhKhsRO0e0awh2KLqD5NWHpEiO_S1bbcC3rquJkk4-AvRClUDMl7mZNEK2QWSx-GDvqviRA3YToo0kg/w686-h592/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20035%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="686" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">One of the reasons Larissa & I do not "own" this fancy house in our story is because we are more suited to farm life, coming to the city to be with family. It works very well for us.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwGdQBhn1aMqis22kZWMBtSx0VlFl-n8KRfctQxvrUdgjHiAPUnK7kl1HPvVtvnY0Y1V6A2I9Urz3rpF9KIYpn6TQvHud3fXkGNdGN3ORKtRgRiPJk6fBa1m6zHfpPxbN3cwYzpcCONZ0j4ALNZh7WPFCvlAdC0FScEgPunbj-V3HAuDXlwqToTxwing/s1137/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20036%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="738" data-original-width="1137" height="444" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwGdQBhn1aMqis22kZWMBtSx0VlFl-n8KRfctQxvrUdgjHiAPUnK7kl1HPvVtvnY0Y1V6A2I9Urz3rpF9KIYpn6TQvHud3fXkGNdGN3ORKtRgRiPJk6fBa1m6zHfpPxbN3cwYzpcCONZ0j4ALNZh7WPFCvlAdC0FScEgPunbj-V3HAuDXlwqToTxwing/w683-h444/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20036%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="683" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Here are the 2016 / 1861 participants.<br />Aside from a few slight changes, our core has remained the same.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEXlVtbZjYFBQaKxeUnAoE5o6_W1MYOJxXiyvY3Uk09Df3qRoZO467StYgXR7dON7fbAnLUl_C-0SvKepanvmjcOKdgIAidEvn5eh4p1M9nnXUoWmm3jPeIm4zG05FH4rTu1bAlxJcRldoA4sjSyvMadtaNXVlyfkaFx4LdNbp_g8CFUuidDvnBX5Z1w/s933/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20037%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="color: black;"><img border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="933" height="516" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEXlVtbZjYFBQaKxeUnAoE5o6_W1MYOJxXiyvY3Uk09Df3qRoZO467StYgXR7dON7fbAnLUl_C-0SvKepanvmjcOKdgIAidEvn5eh4p1M9nnXUoWmm3jPeIm4zG05FH4rTu1bAlxJcRldoA4sjSyvMadtaNXVlyfkaFx4LdNbp_g8CFUuidDvnBX5Z1w/w689-h516/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20037%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="689" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">For years we used a feather tree for our table-top tree. These first artificial trees became popular in Germany in the mid-1800's and then became popular here in America later <br />in the 19th century.<br />We may have jumped the gun a little by having such a tree, but each year we learned a little more and applied and/or changed up whatever we needed to as our research dictated.</span><br /></td></tr></tbody></table>And just so you know, Feather Christmas trees became most popular here in the States during the early 20th century, and were sold by department stores.<br /><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVW8srFFUeEvyih9Eiq1KLMRNArswBc4YHyhINjD5v0W0t8W8njMBaDpEyJBubQBIP8RliLz9lAGFONVVdTDfk49fuHsC6kBn2UjAeWUzW0lp93xFCBOKpWm6UeZtzZEzl9mBdmGL7p-Lc0IblA4NTOw7G9v569hAILu2sIykYsmQdd1GfigfcUBJffQ/s933/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20038%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="933" height="511" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVW8srFFUeEvyih9Eiq1KLMRNArswBc4YHyhINjD5v0W0t8W8njMBaDpEyJBubQBIP8RliLz9lAGFONVVdTDfk49fuHsC6kBn2UjAeWUzW0lp93xFCBOKpWm6UeZtzZEzl9mBdmGL7p-Lc0IblA4NTOw7G9v569hAILu2sIykYsmQdd1GfigfcUBJffQ/w681-h511/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20038%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="681" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And what would a Christmas celebration be without food? </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Food has been a staple of this holiday since time immemorial, and naturally </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">we continued this tradition.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Have you ever had a fine meal inside a historic home dining room while in period-correct clothing? And served to you by a domestic servant? </span><span style="font-size: medium;">If so, then you know it is quite an experience, especially at Christmas time.</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghzB9bACmWTjpuewkyUP62zfNQcJvFWnITXJDQv2kFPvmvbGxCtqWa7VpS0g0nHdCzF9C1iGGZwrJGLVa5vE6Hw8H4NJRUWNiKAinYcZqarB16DYLENa_Ft64e56eQ-2olKs2W2bkRlAs3T7rRpDx_RHlTOUkD895YsgJgWxO5nrFnUGY1RpmzA4MtvA/s933/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20039%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="933" height="513" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghzB9bACmWTjpuewkyUP62zfNQcJvFWnITXJDQv2kFPvmvbGxCtqWa7VpS0g0nHdCzF9C1iGGZwrJGLVa5vE6Hw8H4NJRUWNiKAinYcZqarB16DYLENa_Ft64e56eQ-2olKs2W2bkRlAs3T7rRpDx_RHlTOUkD895YsgJgWxO5nrFnUGY1RpmzA4MtvA/w684-h513/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20039%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="684" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Saying grace.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">As living historians, each and every time we sit down to a meal, whether here at Christmas at the Fort or at the Frontier Colonial Cabin, or anywhere else, we say grace.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Even at my own real-life modern home...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">We had a very nice spread for our Christmas Eve dinner, including slices of turkey, cranberries, fruits and vegetables, crackers, and pickles.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Candace served us very well. I believe we shall raise her salary next year!</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div>It is a rarity to be able to see what a Victorian bedroom was like after the sun went down while the darkness of evening covered the land, for most historic homes in open-air museums are either closed up by nightfall or they do not allow visitors on the 2nd floor without some sort of modern lighting to guide their way. Kristen/Christina wanted that opportunity, so she and I went upstairs and took numerous photographs of her in "her" room lit by a candle.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrbfCzqQl-CebBEv6DB9S3pV_17Vv-0NRBraDwAA7oGQgjZY3d-Tqy0nCbcMCXZiR_X6xTfG1HmqqGG4GCYRS4Z5QnyYl570DYWl8ChHbIUzEbaf1Vr2Y87FbcW8IJuY0N162ZH47O3cTjkQ5RosPR9HTlXFGYBQ4mhb0XrJsqNm-WfpC8uZdUN4BRFA/s640/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20041%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="668" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrbfCzqQl-CebBEv6DB9S3pV_17Vv-0NRBraDwAA7oGQgjZY3d-Tqy0nCbcMCXZiR_X6xTfG1HmqqGG4GCYRS4Z5QnyYl570DYWl8ChHbIUzEbaf1Vr2Y87FbcW8IJuY0N162ZH47O3cTjkQ5RosPR9HTlXFGYBQ4mhb0XrJsqNm-WfpC8uZdUN4BRFA/w501-h668/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20041%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="501" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">It is a bit eerie to be in a room only lit by a single flame </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">from a candle. I sometimes wonder if those from the era felt </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">that same eeriness or perhaps they were simply used to it, </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">seeing as this was all they knew.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The picture here is one of the more haunting photos I took.</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHX8paIx5JCq_V4QTZ6-MFfg14duol0tulivLsCDgZ1lNFCrmnLtUslHDmBw754B2jxFk0qz1agz8eSpFsO20hK4nAZoYULnfeHRJoDKs6hivtAxdtuTSZnFuBZRNm-nppyPguQeN9To2Lel64cVWK1YFE7YwQ6Y8xJT7zSxLgxIetNTT6ckzUAlnLbQ/s640/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20042%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHX8paIx5JCq_V4QTZ6-MFfg14duol0tulivLsCDgZ1lNFCrmnLtUslHDmBw754B2jxFk0qz1agz8eSpFsO20hK4nAZoYULnfeHRJoDKs6hivtAxdtuTSZnFuBZRNm-nppyPguQeN9To2Lel64cVWK1YFE7YwQ6Y8xJT7zSxLgxIetNTT6ckzUAlnLbQ/w640-h480/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20042%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The image here makes me think of a melancholy young lady, spending <br />some quiet time in her room, maybe thinking about her betrothed off <br />fighting in the War.<br />Or reading one of the many novels in her collection...</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-USngnpFGoYPod81J5tmrTaSC3VPbeurTNqrxVlzWKpgqsSPupYeT296IP_MYJ3tvqlXSOeS59m4AcRY1n07EztvwRw0b2Fccip17K-kAb2Dc8UHo5UElMnALmguab8mi3rK6s9M-NTidTY0hUX7Sspz_8vOSe1hYf2-iyqnoogoigMmMr-RM5X6erw/s933/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20040%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="933" height="518" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-USngnpFGoYPod81J5tmrTaSC3VPbeurTNqrxVlzWKpgqsSPupYeT296IP_MYJ3tvqlXSOeS59m4AcRY1n07EztvwRw0b2Fccip17K-kAb2Dc8UHo5UElMnALmguab8mi3rK6s9M-NTidTY0hUX7Sspz_8vOSe1hYf2-iyqnoogoigMmMr-RM5X6erw/w689-h518/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20040%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="689" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">For those of us used to electric lighting, we don't really consider how truly dark it was <br />in the world of our ancestors.<br />I really enjoyed setting up and taking these photos. </span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">2017</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div>Another year, and another daughter...or, perhaps, she could be an older version of my daughter from a few years back?</div><div>That could very well be - - but we were back to the fort again in 2017 - - we really were feeling like a Christmas family.</div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXfRfsOM0p9Uwqw2JhjyVjNbUILEBStN3JCXdsLIrHUHFzq_bP5mo8t37pGxT7zRo5QgRbnEmwMpcucGoPMIJyAltOGOInh62qs0TAxVD9ciA7KATxlHNEbvsPh3TsrzPSISehX4YNWtmif8gdyq1T9m_je9mpof15GK285ISfKuf7L4wG2Vf25ll7hQ/s877/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20043%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="877" data-original-width="658" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXfRfsOM0p9Uwqw2JhjyVjNbUILEBStN3JCXdsLIrHUHFzq_bP5mo8t37pGxT7zRo5QgRbnEmwMpcucGoPMIJyAltOGOInh62qs0TAxVD9ciA7KATxlHNEbvsPh3TsrzPSISehX4YNWtmif8gdyq1T9m_je9mpof15GK285ISfKuf7L4wG2Vf25ll7hQ/w480-h640/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20043%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The 2017 / 1862 participants.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2MuEQP2EcTiNdvu5uHrpybSTELYUWHBoSSdgDZw3YdnHc1c0vsN6A3Hl22LJEdw1HPNuCa0ZDPt5ZY4806P6Ej94nall9raZJJ7L_QnD9LIW8FT_te-aHHRWkOG4N_cE1YADIKrmZuqNAlvHhXPN8x_dTUp-vPphtaU5RrcFXyV9Czyj1gfYijiMM_Q/s868/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20044%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="868" data-original-width="651" height="706" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2MuEQP2EcTiNdvu5uHrpybSTELYUWHBoSSdgDZw3YdnHc1c0vsN6A3Hl22LJEdw1HPNuCa0ZDPt5ZY4806P6Ej94nall9raZJJ7L_QnD9LIW8FT_te-aHHRWkOG4N_cE1YADIKrmZuqNAlvHhXPN8x_dTUp-vPphtaU5RrcFXyV9Czyj1gfYijiMM_Q/w529-h706/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20044%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="529" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And then my 1862 family<br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">We always try to take a yearly "family" photo</span><span style="font-size: large;">.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">This year, for the first time, we came up with a family name:</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">we became the Logan Family.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I suppose I just felt it was kind of odd giving everyone</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">my real last name, especially when the servants would call Larissa </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Mrs. Giorlando," </span><span style="font-size: medium;">so this worked perfect.</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Though Jillian had portrayed our daughter during our summer Charlton Park living history excursions (where we also get a period house in which we could immerse ourselves), this was her first time experiencing Christmas at the Fort with us. And we called her the more period-correct name of Jill.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Kristen / Christine had portrayed my daughter for so long that she had repeatedly told me that sometimes she thought of me as her actual father because I always treated her as I would my own daughter. Sometimes even at regular reenactments.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I am what I am...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I think...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">(I also will discipline her - oh! the look on her face when I do!)</div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Now, Jillian was ready for her first Christmas at the Fort, though it sort of bugged her that she was portraying our young daughter - perhaps mid-teens - and, thus, oftentimes acted the manner.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I think to sometimes get back at me (all in good fun, though).</div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge9A-F7WFVzCW__Qe1kjMqsIo_Y0Qjrg6d3dONCdBjFPgzDoVWnK_AQU_JtU4ElZeYBpVkBfolJLNVglTwbeHqY57m7j_ZTRdWrBjPxTR4wKWxjZGDEdHFTNpDC2ye5yLfK4AMAD4ceB8Rdfioah418WY1ZN-J7y4oJeSESnCyvLsZkslrlpkvoRxZ0w/s864/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20045%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="864" data-original-width="648" height="711" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge9A-F7WFVzCW__Qe1kjMqsIo_Y0Qjrg6d3dONCdBjFPgzDoVWnK_AQU_JtU4ElZeYBpVkBfolJLNVglTwbeHqY57m7j_ZTRdWrBjPxTR4wKWxjZGDEdHFTNpDC2ye5yLfK4AMAD4ceB8Rdfioah418WY1ZN-J7y4oJeSESnCyvLsZkslrlpkvoRxZ0w/w533-h711/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20045%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="533" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Oh, if we could afford to, we would send her to a finishing school.<br />But, alas, there was too much farm work to do.<br />But if you click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2018/07/charlton-park-2018-upping-living.html">HERE</a>, you can read how we actually did at one time.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div>Many modern folks believe the myth that it was the Victorians who "invented" the more contemporary manner of Christmas celebrations.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It <i>is</i> true that many of our traditions in the 21st century come from the Victorian era, there were still many traditions from previous centuries that have carried over as well, including Christmas carols and even bringing live greenery inside the house.<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkvh47EjMgil4uJJii_VlsdNzo3XX7z_VXlw0gGBagDbUHwFh987xvYC3xbY3Fo9Smq2M-tR0PVVMOCMRzBlleKbuklxUz4WW_TzggCZp6dfeqacpLLUl0ojH-nMVAgG97wseTrp3BLowVCiE07IonHJZ1GK7I0VLrFVGEkH-633emOyRlYU4OcUe5wg/s1071/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20046%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="804" data-original-width="1071" height="516" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkvh47EjMgil4uJJii_VlsdNzo3XX7z_VXlw0gGBagDbUHwFh987xvYC3xbY3Fo9Smq2M-tR0PVVMOCMRzBlleKbuklxUz4WW_TzggCZp6dfeqacpLLUl0ojH-nMVAgG97wseTrp3BLowVCiE07IonHJZ1GK7I0VLrFVGEkH-633emOyRlYU4OcUe5wg/w688-h516/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20046%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The Christmas Tree itself is a Victorian custom that comes from the Germans, but it is still (in most cases) a live plant brought into the house, as was done with boughs and other greenery from centuries past.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv8YA6qTkivKA9jbd_MnbhWrVjInu6U7C7KnOEGLv90Yz0e1SxDsFc0t93lQRoM20uq4J78FveUClflJueKrEeETZjoEVCZhk9pdVml2x_a5QcxINBhDgTW209d9l2A7ITHkB93NUQ7wpkbXhfbbo9cLZ2w4QOYFI6uR9_cb7eee2LEuR4lZwUHy797Q/s1071/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20047%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="804" data-original-width="1071" height="519" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv8YA6qTkivKA9jbd_MnbhWrVjInu6U7C7KnOEGLv90Yz0e1SxDsFc0t93lQRoM20uq4J78FveUClflJueKrEeETZjoEVCZhk9pdVml2x_a5QcxINBhDgTW209d9l2A7ITHkB93NUQ7wpkbXhfbbo9cLZ2w4QOYFI6uR9_cb7eee2LEuR4lZwUHy797Q/w692-h519/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20047%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="692" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Our Merry Victorian Christmas!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmiESYuyjttFiRdIZXAj1qJHIZ04ZgbMcvRh7YqsarMTxOmuVkvJcUKcaf-_vGKapQDM7V-5_iUNm8MWN_PkLE7vG3L3Y81OA_CV70JD266P-UZ3Xec8xBB04mzeMvq18o7o-EYWWnmiMTw02kYrb4PjvNDooj5vo5fcijBYQYIu6RZZ7ckaBjHFN45g/s1071/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20048%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="804" data-original-width="1071" height="516" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmiESYuyjttFiRdIZXAj1qJHIZ04ZgbMcvRh7YqsarMTxOmuVkvJcUKcaf-_vGKapQDM7V-5_iUNm8MWN_PkLE7vG3L3Y81OA_CV70JD266P-UZ3Xec8xBB04mzeMvq18o7o-EYWWnmiMTw02kYrb4PjvNDooj5vo5fcijBYQYIu6RZZ7ckaBjHFN45g/w687-h516/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20048%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="687" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">All who participate have said how special our Christmas dinner was here at the Fort.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And for this year we had a fine repast of ham, green beans, potatoes, apple sauce, breads, pie, and other Christmas dinner delights</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPxXXYlB5Bd0lm_6iqxgq2ksq7sr9dNyQUCqXHJMmF03fDk8drdSopyVvCRTHxdnRB71OZbSNv6fOgCIC7sWVzVqXZcVczNxdD1Jl0x5G-_26NUqPLclMq2kjheOot_5_ydQmjEpRHoSHnrCN6xzsLHYYLGoqQnTCYTRMztZFf1qWz1OuXIbu2UIP9IA/s864/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20049%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="864" data-original-width="648" height="716" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPxXXYlB5Bd0lm_6iqxgq2ksq7sr9dNyQUCqXHJMmF03fDk8drdSopyVvCRTHxdnRB71OZbSNv6fOgCIC7sWVzVqXZcVczNxdD1Jl0x5G-_26NUqPLclMq2kjheOot_5_ydQmjEpRHoSHnrCN6xzsLHYYLGoqQnTCYTRMztZFf1qWz1OuXIbu2UIP9IA/w537-h716/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20049%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="537" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">We still call our servant girl Agnes rather than her Christian <br />name of Carrie. If you recall, it was a few years back <br />that Sandy gave Carrie that name.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Then is was back to the front parlor for more Christmas activities.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4oT7wQQ0QyfOufeG7rru2z-7j2roxwnozOzbKxLx-1mDXajN6IFuCRrEW6Htov5xnMerRPUZ_sH9kVyYrUxpThgb-4Xswj2dqvJDq9vrkk_eN8G29T-JOtzCufqfj7qX9WoiFmLl4C1HR5UMtgXdXte8RG8QoPv9rzFUW6z3dpQRa0m6JNQI-TS2sYg/s960/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20050%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4oT7wQQ0QyfOufeG7rru2z-7j2roxwnozOzbKxLx-1mDXajN6IFuCRrEW6Htov5xnMerRPUZ_sH9kVyYrUxpThgb-4Xswj2dqvJDq9vrkk_eN8G29T-JOtzCufqfj7qX9WoiFmLl4C1HR5UMtgXdXte8RG8QoPv9rzFUW6z3dpQRa0m6JNQI-TS2sYg/w480-h640/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20050%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Our front parlor, all festively decorated.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">2018</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As I continued on with my Christmas research, I learned something I had not known before, and then we applied it to our 2018 recreation.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ82MYzkPTzOk4sZdzUFzeKwryadwT83q_7QiycBwZOhomzz6ylWfW7gNqiG-I9oVfm05rs1H5NrqBJrpgttBWVRUZ_xtU2Jxp3dvYqKrJskeD7v7ePN-aGmIZp0OtdxTfKiKV_0tO8ASfkS1zg7eKE9ieY_0bfd0OvfiBD0LC5xrd7htI7-ro6I7ykw/s933/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20051%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="933" data-original-width="525" height="824" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ82MYzkPTzOk4sZdzUFzeKwryadwT83q_7QiycBwZOhomzz6ylWfW7gNqiG-I9oVfm05rs1H5NrqBJrpgttBWVRUZ_xtU2Jxp3dvYqKrJskeD7v7ePN-aGmIZp0OtdxTfKiKV_0tO8ASfkS1zg7eKE9ieY_0bfd0OvfiBD0LC5xrd7htI7-ro6I7ykw/w464-h824/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20051%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="464" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">My 1860s reenacting family: w</span><span style="font-size: medium;">e've been </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>working in this </span><span>capacity for nearly a decade</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>and pretty much have our 1860s </span><span>lives of the </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">period down pat.</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwEF3DJV21q9JSiIWAikNwXSw49S5DqAQqThMjx8DPwmj8z6FcecVf6Zd8l5_9y0wTc7McY2DJNM9gJvnLsHB2SMatPDmg1eSqMjG6oo03tDwDTVzWIDpeXXhcckWA1dkuKwXUYImuuS0f_kNHsNrl8f1EceekwR3p6_08O4vW3M2fzgnvAVhijQifNQ/s864/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20052%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="864" data-original-width="486" height="830" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwEF3DJV21q9JSiIWAikNwXSw49S5DqAQqThMjx8DPwmj8z6FcecVf6Zd8l5_9y0wTc7McY2DJNM9gJvnLsHB2SMatPDmg1eSqMjG6oo03tDwDTVzWIDpeXXhcckWA1dkuKwXUYImuuS0f_kNHsNrl8f1EceekwR3p6_08O4vW3M2fzgnvAVhijQifNQ/w467-h830/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20052%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="467" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Violet, my reenacting mother-in-law, <br />played carols on the pump organ.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKo7ydN71dKcYzlDItwgdc0KSuaKTwf4sS_F4-WwGzTR90QWEYfri83yaDIE8-7UFqbGP6CxVUJAWk-0vUTcWl6UDX2urutlzlP2GYtEq-EsWAklKhj_QzpCwVVF87IR-NeFiGE1QmtbrG6Nwt3vpi8wnr-wMnJt4ed6E-b9oMIssnbspBXw5v97d8Cw/s864/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20053%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="864" data-original-width="486" height="853" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKo7ydN71dKcYzlDItwgdc0KSuaKTwf4sS_F4-WwGzTR90QWEYfri83yaDIE8-7UFqbGP6CxVUJAWk-0vUTcWl6UDX2urutlzlP2GYtEq-EsWAklKhj_QzpCwVVF87IR-NeFiGE1QmtbrG6Nwt3vpi8wnr-wMnJt4ed6E-b9oMIssnbspBXw5v97d8Cw/w480-h853/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20053%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Jim Cary surprised us by joining us that year.<br />Jim is the husband of our servant, Candace, so<br />it had moments of awkwardness, but all<br />turned out well in the long run.<br />He played along to Violet's carols on his mouth organ.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>I learned that the mouth organ (I read that's what the more common name was, though 'harmonica' was accepted as well) was developed in Europe in the early part of the 19th century, and by the last half of the century it was a popular instrument, and even Billy the Kid & Wyatt Earp, as well as Civil War soldiers on both sides of the Mason-Dixon, were fond of playing it. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGAjT8IakZaOHUI9tIA9_8CGcMQabXXTRaEpVCDuWqZZMbWFSbPrx_Np_jfWCI-QoNmd9SDbKe95w3Wgh_Ef4XP6QVrhi64c_QWSI_4l1SAE9ogBVnG9pxR0LWRooaik8Tf2Q2gEYuyQuAvp7BIobhqtDlS8U81nYY5-PiOKZDZfTEILZq5IT0ng5mjQ/s1009/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20054%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="737" data-original-width="1009" height="499" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGAjT8IakZaOHUI9tIA9_8CGcMQabXXTRaEpVCDuWqZZMbWFSbPrx_Np_jfWCI-QoNmd9SDbKe95w3Wgh_Ef4XP6QVrhi64c_QWSI_4l1SAE9ogBVnG9pxR0LWRooaik8Tf2Q2gEYuyQuAvp7BIobhqtDlS8U81nYY5-PiOKZDZfTEILZq5IT0ng5mjQ/w682-h499/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20054%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="682" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And, of course, we had the beautiful singing voices...<br />Jennifer joined us this year as Larissa's sister.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM7aZcQJnfI0tvuTilCw1twK6tMthsebqHeGAxrOC2aiJDelJybfxx_vjlWZ0QNWv_UhPGyoRXHP3diVYc1GL2JPfVZYSGyGphhUbx3fDlsP-vXWJaps_prVt65f_dO6eTiLRftmF2KY6Z8uGhKwHWmt0B3u1mKU4uPgp3zThm6DjbD_D0r6kafWF6oA/s1382/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20055%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="778" data-original-width="1382" height="387" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM7aZcQJnfI0tvuTilCw1twK6tMthsebqHeGAxrOC2aiJDelJybfxx_vjlWZ0QNWv_UhPGyoRXHP3diVYc1GL2JPfVZYSGyGphhUbx3fDlsP-vXWJaps_prVt65f_dO6eTiLRftmF2KY6Z8uGhKwHWmt0B3u1mKU4uPgp3zThm6DjbD_D0r6kafWF6oA/w688-h387/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20055%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Larissa, the mistress of the house for this year (are we no longer farmers?? lol) made sure the pie was up to her standards. I mean, it's Christmas after all, and family & friends would be by - no disappointments allowed!. </span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div>This year, for our first time, we "employed" a real tree.</div><div>My real-life family and I cut down our Christmas Tree every year, so I thought it natural to also grab one for Christmas at the Fort!<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfL5g9m6hNdSX6XihPQTfw0z7DYXgfJg7x6Br9ZSoy7Sq10DiLnhxoZ5Ud2NkAM7rIuvRrGSrVrawS3EafEqXZnZlATmZsK2P15KeeGxS1MlqIuTHywoBId173WboZtmvDSDpNH3FhxSFiPB1yBkcZSFv3XSr_gSkqudUUkmpmheQglLmD1X3_qtP5Ag/s1382/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20056%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="778" data-original-width="1382" height="383" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfL5g9m6hNdSX6XihPQTfw0z7DYXgfJg7x6Br9ZSoy7Sq10DiLnhxoZ5Ud2NkAM7rIuvRrGSrVrawS3EafEqXZnZlATmZsK2P15KeeGxS1MlqIuTHywoBId173WboZtmvDSDpNH3FhxSFiPB1yBkcZSFv3XSr_gSkqudUUkmpmheQglLmD1X3_qtP5Ag/w680-h383/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20056%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="680" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">In the old Victorian times, Christmas Trees generally were not "dressed" (or decorated) until Christmas Eve.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwbOPh5EuJ2U7iKmG5NzIFMsf7C0phe73IozTlv8qww3wikEJKFpiF191PdO-xzK9eEQ-OqMzQAxu8_tm9EdV-6jO-0s1J3HNM5eIdHoWHX9Eqd9noo2n42HSjitKG-Fo_ilBDp332hyphenhyphenhodINozWP5oVVUwSsPL0lsnk8nqp2j1yTIJMi7JHn0XrxrZQ/s1382/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20057%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="778" data-original-width="1382" height="384" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwbOPh5EuJ2U7iKmG5NzIFMsf7C0phe73IozTlv8qww3wikEJKFpiF191PdO-xzK9eEQ-OqMzQAxu8_tm9EdV-6jO-0s1J3HNM5eIdHoWHX9Eqd9noo2n42HSjitKG-Fo_ilBDp332hyphenhyphenhodINozWP5oVVUwSsPL0lsnk8nqp2j1yTIJMi7JHn0XrxrZQ/w683-h384/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20057%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="683" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ceiling to floor trees inside the houses were not common during the 1860s, especially in the city.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuIil0kGQS5pxg6w9V-d8jrvM1Ay-zxm1vsLsRp3MScaD7xmtfWkUGPKjV8lKsOanourKyP2NAA8Gv7U-AdxoPb_La59y2w18ZgswkjeSLAk2ylCi6E_WSTYo_ASeptv_B8qyBK-nrhKgMZ5VBrH8G3i913oCrYffZd49DOfFe7HhYAbp-lBc-NbfJ6g/s850/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20058%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="850" data-original-width="625" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuIil0kGQS5pxg6w9V-d8jrvM1Ay-zxm1vsLsRp3MScaD7xmtfWkUGPKjV8lKsOanourKyP2NAA8Gv7U-AdxoPb_La59y2w18ZgswkjeSLAk2ylCi6E_WSTYo_ASeptv_B8qyBK-nrhKgMZ5VBrH8G3i913oCrYffZd49DOfFe7HhYAbp-lBc-NbfJ6g/w470-h640/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20058%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="470" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Upping our game, as we continuously say!<br />Doesn't it look beautifully traditional?</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br />Time for our Christmas supper:<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX4SGUaaUbHyDDxmvkAb7jcvi0Ai_XPPuzYCVm7gTi9KuCJB05nNQ0cAkFVOVprPMKbcJzmvWOYQUYutLJ27M9KlwLKzcuQyLz-KfQy-u_lSg4waTa5ExecmKqERfF0ydHCoTwPzkVfr2jmg_f-a19QRrrBBarPllNJPH1JVvVcr5YmJ-v_PLHW8rjAQ/s436/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20059%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="436" data-original-width="436" height="679" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX4SGUaaUbHyDDxmvkAb7jcvi0Ai_XPPuzYCVm7gTi9KuCJB05nNQ0cAkFVOVprPMKbcJzmvWOYQUYutLJ27M9KlwLKzcuQyLz-KfQy-u_lSg4waTa5ExecmKqERfF0ydHCoTwPzkVfr2jmg_f-a19QRrrBBarPllNJPH1JVvVcr5YmJ-v_PLHW8rjAQ/w679-h679/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20059%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="679" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The oil lamp I am lighting here is an actual antique from the 1880s.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiixAlaBDOcC86KhyphenhyphenACn8lyF_Qi1PG3_rEKCrNtfte5fNsc5phHNCpO2y0WFBu2KRRmv_a9r2oUzcxlJQ3JuLYLwLX2SgTXdvhxq4mjefgavIfpZzy9mW9uQ02h-d3qa9Keg0qKMF29hwwm56kb0YLRvHN-PUlZr5p8SfV9yn4NF2vRyrWKS1X8CWggw/s1382/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20060%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="778" data-original-width="1382" height="386" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiixAlaBDOcC86KhyphenhyphenACn8lyF_Qi1PG3_rEKCrNtfte5fNsc5phHNCpO2y0WFBu2KRRmv_a9r2oUzcxlJQ3JuLYLwLX2SgTXdvhxq4mjefgavIfpZzy9mW9uQ02h-d3qa9Keg0qKMF29hwwm56kb0YLRvHN-PUlZr5p8SfV9yn4NF2vRyrWKS1X8CWggw/w686-h386/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20060%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="686" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A toast to Christmas!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><div>Eating together as we do here has become, perhaps, the most favorite part of our entire day, just as it would have been in the 1860s. I recall many-a-time visiting Greenfield Village and watching the presenters, while in their period clothing in a historic setting, dine as if they were from the past, and just itching to be able to do such a thing; to be a part of a time long past in such a manner as this...</div><div>And for so many years, I got to have this dream come true for me as well.</div><div>When all is said and done, there is something special about eating a fine Christmas meal in a period setting, dressed in period clothing, especially when using only lighting apparatus of the time.</div><div>True sensory immersion in every way.</div></div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxsjtvns5KS369wNKy4_6TBmIjeuLGP7mdVuemXlSBqsPOuHBWhZmKXqzehZBuh7ryAMxYn5Vly0sYkdTZ389AuhL9hIVlTD5U83yal3BjUi-3nV7j7tab5crU1gQej9avkTVqtKLJS8zd2ONyLu3gG8ZT1b4DRCkVOL1u9LT2I_IJTmAtoTFGThsnOw/s1071/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20061%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="804" data-original-width="1071" height="516" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxsjtvns5KS369wNKy4_6TBmIjeuLGP7mdVuemXlSBqsPOuHBWhZmKXqzehZBuh7ryAMxYn5Vly0sYkdTZ389AuhL9hIVlTD5U83yal3BjUi-3nV7j7tab5crU1gQej9avkTVqtKLJS8zd2ONyLu3gG8ZT1b4DRCkVOL1u9LT2I_IJTmAtoTFGThsnOw/w688-h516/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20061%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The young lady in the center of this photo is long-time friend and reenactor, Jennifer, who joined us this one time to see how it was. She loved it!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>Just as the singing of carols took place before our meal, the playing of parlor games commenced afterward, including the Twelve Days of Christmas memory game (using all different gifts from the popular song we all know and love today), and an alphabet game.</div><div>Oh! What joy - - -</div><div>And before we knew it, the evening was over. It is always a bit sad to take everything down -</div><div>un-decorating the tree, etc., - for this is as real a Christmas party as any one could have, whether 1862 or 2018.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">2019</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span><span>2019 was a different year indeed!</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span><span>To begin with, Christmas was cancelled.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span><span>No, not the holiday itself - - here...let me explain:<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">There was a problem with the heat in the holding building where the touring guests begin and it could not be used.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">So, the event was cancelled...sigh...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I had to let my fellow living historians know, and they, like me, were none too happy:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Larissa wrote: "What?????? So sad. It’s the highlight of my holidays."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Carrie wrote: "Yeah not to get too depressing here, but Christmas at the fort officially kicks off the holiday season for me."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Yeah...me, too.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">So I went to work in asking if we could still celebrate Christmas the way we always do, only without the visiting public.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The answer was a resounding "Yes!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Oh, smiles on faces as if they were children on Christmas morning!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">And then it was decided we would try to keep in an immersion zone at our own private event, though we also agreed to allow for some modernisms, as long as they were not too intrusive. Without the touring modern public, we could live out the 1860s without 21st century intrusions. No scripts or planned "drama." No reminders that we were reenactors ("They would have done this, right?"). Nothing planned other than what many families of the time did during that period such as 'dressing' the Christmas tree and preparing for Christmas itself.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">It would be like having our own <i>private</i> 1860s Christmas celebration!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">In our world it was Christmas Eve 1864, and we would be visiting my sister Sarah's house (Sandy rejoined us this year). Larissa & I found it better for us to continue as farmers.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigxz6zu4tJ_MFwFhZL7t9vygWKbRiGjOdmATvX89WlT9mqF7hHyBVMLxit9hvba0X-z9XfoE3adNfXjQ3IiylT_tQvA8JG0bhr_nn_H7L2GIW3Ay0QNVE68_Vg4anGmgNpqsz98gTaZRhGFDbApfVotZseftn5vmrj6S2_ExtuKHmI1udDpQ0yNolV3Q/s1382/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20063%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="778" data-original-width="1382" height="383" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigxz6zu4tJ_MFwFhZL7t9vygWKbRiGjOdmATvX89WlT9mqF7hHyBVMLxit9hvba0X-z9XfoE3adNfXjQ3IiylT_tQvA8JG0bhr_nn_H7L2GIW3Ay0QNVE68_Vg4anGmgNpqsz98gTaZRhGFDbApfVotZseftn5vmrj6S2_ExtuKHmI1udDpQ0yNolV3Q/w682-h383/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20063%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="682" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Our 2019 family group photo~<br />The little girl being held by Kristen is Nadia - the daughter of Agnes (Carrie), but for this event she was Christine's daughter.<br />Larissa and I found ourselves suddenly becoming grandparents!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWDh9pQC9NbTS5vuS79iLEEi1v0_UjVzggX7WotY1-R-XeBWgsZev7lsN0aPYX-lI4nCjPqlkxhMPkjDScUEyljbnX7Y6scqIk_raVMooZwJxr1VVfuRLYgg24Du6kqnm05VaIXlvUYwHFOj6lpfjyIyQWEpK0GApQTzy7SeErMLORIgj_alkkL99KbA/s1382/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20064%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="778" data-original-width="1382" height="386" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWDh9pQC9NbTS5vuS79iLEEi1v0_UjVzggX7WotY1-R-XeBWgsZev7lsN0aPYX-lI4nCjPqlkxhMPkjDScUEyljbnX7Y6scqIk_raVMooZwJxr1VVfuRLYgg24Du6kqnm05VaIXlvUYwHFOj6lpfjyIyQWEpK0GApQTzy7SeErMLORIgj_alkkL99KbA/w685-h386/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20064%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="685" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Christmas Tree decorating time!<br />Yes, we got another real table-top tree this year!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgTaSWMO1OjY9OdxZVVc_rHhHcY5kddqRYNyxCHaLcUDZxM_yQcp2QT-bO6-lNRn535KxItcxsu3KaUHWRaGTAgvN_QK4zQPU74Mq1zIxgJmyJwD80LjARqA5Y7obEu7g7rI2b_ZcAq55_bOvLJbzprli0vZzc6Hmw_W0rXfb1ebN12XjxegI9r-Tucw/s922/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20065%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="922" data-original-width="691" height="761" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgTaSWMO1OjY9OdxZVVc_rHhHcY5kddqRYNyxCHaLcUDZxM_yQcp2QT-bO6-lNRn535KxItcxsu3KaUHWRaGTAgvN_QK4zQPU74Mq1zIxgJmyJwD80LjARqA5Y7obEu7g7rI2b_ZcAq55_bOvLJbzprli0vZzc6Hmw_W0rXfb1ebN12XjxegI9r-Tucw/w571-h761/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20065%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="571" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">One of the best parts about all of our gatherings are the conversations.<br />More often than not, we attempt to stay in 1st person.</span></td></tr></tbody></table>It was different not having tour groups come through. I habitually kept looking out the window to see them walking up to the house, but not this year. We did this strictly for ourselves.<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQjNTYE5geJQWGnQEkJn1U_MyPTZeuH1U4LXNsBU0kRjCxVwcxRaObKgpS3qwe-vtBY1MGXmtMBQbESGS0c3r7Pm8xwmMKaW41DMz0yAWb9yWvQmmzMphSbIEXn5WXb_ZNInOp0aYyCvlmN6e7iz8SX_xrHX5j3qvu5Kek451NHUuc-xpGkHWZ6Ulvkw/s864/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20066%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="864" data-original-width="486" height="866" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQjNTYE5geJQWGnQEkJn1U_MyPTZeuH1U4LXNsBU0kRjCxVwcxRaObKgpS3qwe-vtBY1MGXmtMBQbESGS0c3r7Pm8xwmMKaW41DMz0yAWb9yWvQmmzMphSbIEXn5WXb_ZNInOp0aYyCvlmN6e7iz8SX_xrHX5j3qvu5Kek451NHUuc-xpGkHWZ6Ulvkw/w487-h866/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20066%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="487" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The tree is, as they said, "dressed."</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFqQ3AlWYa3XmyoSdbZOl98TXcglAfNj5fz9nXvqX7DE83-P5ai91Aoggt9IL-Nn0xowDNGTdz_lTGKzZmSzexYnDwbEoTzfgFy-ZVVurOoirPNIhnRpJaca7_4WhEQTcPb7g9egi9YkMIHyFPtPSGDmywhwokvLqQgdKduCQ8_QfVP7Dc7hlW6kPBvQ/s1382/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20067%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="color: black;"><img border="0" data-original-height="778" data-original-width="1382" height="387" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFqQ3AlWYa3XmyoSdbZOl98TXcglAfNj5fz9nXvqX7DE83-P5ai91Aoggt9IL-Nn0xowDNGTdz_lTGKzZmSzexYnDwbEoTzfgFy-ZVVurOoirPNIhnRpJaca7_4WhEQTcPb7g9egi9YkMIHyFPtPSGDmywhwokvLqQgdKduCQ8_QfVP7Dc7hlW6kPBvQ/w687-h387/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20067%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="687" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sandy / Sarah played carols on the pump organ.</span></td></tr></tbody></table></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Carol singing was always a highlight.</div></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span><span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPexHmSb5RYwHlP4_ujbW48CWgOnz6ICaEDrhwl4GUaCMwmPmijuvt8UBRcwLcBOPrH_uqsL-4BoQZ2BXqvVeAxfodNNvzq38wyB3NYUqOCMK-SxJShuigwdOtMgqjZmxu6dG1VQlf5cOjQvF6-95Wyb12wwwLWxbiwFnZq7SuRHaGFM_kfq22j2E2Iw/s1382/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20068%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="778" data-original-width="1382" height="383" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPexHmSb5RYwHlP4_ujbW48CWgOnz6ICaEDrhwl4GUaCMwmPmijuvt8UBRcwLcBOPrH_uqsL-4BoQZ2BXqvVeAxfodNNvzq38wyB3NYUqOCMK-SxJShuigwdOtMgqjZmxu6dG1VQlf5cOjQvF6-95Wyb12wwwLWxbiwFnZq7SuRHaGFM_kfq22j2E2Iw/w681-h383/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20068%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="681" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Looking at the front parlor from the back parlor.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCJN-UaKSQYOM2C1Nom9ZV2fxO3NyD2UiMiP2tpEfmbdvhZDz55qjoQ4BX8hbGN6MktefdwqMOwgjUbr5LXEe5SZ6c8dT6FD8yzdifZzAyIAVHYdww6SByHd2RAVlCVUU4OtrDE41hydvwrL8rsUQArgFyyfF_DaWsbGp2KakyqOect0nKDkUq23DjIw/s1382/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20069%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="778" data-original-width="1382" height="388" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCJN-UaKSQYOM2C1Nom9ZV2fxO3NyD2UiMiP2tpEfmbdvhZDz55qjoQ4BX8hbGN6MktefdwqMOwgjUbr5LXEe5SZ6c8dT6FD8yzdifZzAyIAVHYdww6SByHd2RAVlCVUU4OtrDE41hydvwrL8rsUQArgFyyfF_DaWsbGp2KakyqOect0nKDkUq23DjIw/w690-h388/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20069%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="690" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Agnes baked us a pumpkin pie.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfdUyPQ1a2-b-z7-H8jGFd9Idt-RBLlnFss9f6PeDo7_iVXjK8YAfKuntgObdeqJAX9wCyaMXTjyFAvlycst6aVZoHDrjSe3YgJoOasS53bvyHyxU9NFutwwHiAqM1SG3BIN3Un8C54FU-YQcG4ZSbwbndKm4BvpufyJpwFS0rTJKZTLQaJyzvPrzBaA/s922/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20070%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="922" data-original-width="691" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfdUyPQ1a2-b-z7-H8jGFd9Idt-RBLlnFss9f6PeDo7_iVXjK8YAfKuntgObdeqJAX9wCyaMXTjyFAvlycst6aVZoHDrjSe3YgJoOasS53bvyHyxU9NFutwwHiAqM1SG3BIN3Un8C54FU-YQcG4ZSbwbndKm4BvpufyJpwFS0rTJKZTLQaJyzvPrzBaA/w480-h640/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20070%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And she did a marvelous job festively setting the table.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipsEcZlY69AMnaEtHNhmjWM1qSyCQmbTGfPQxQx9Q2CqzFsShC9um1zmmiY8mxD4vFJcLroPPn_tfSNt1NCwDhm33rjNIBK7i3NzGt-agZwzW1ZkfqEZzR0s3v6ZM7uXAcFuMRAxUvdda4wQ7T8XJcCW0h7xo5ImCheB216XTDGxx5LZS6s2kSJOenuw/s1382/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20062%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="font-size: medium; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="778" data-original-width="1382" height="387" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipsEcZlY69AMnaEtHNhmjWM1qSyCQmbTGfPQxQx9Q2CqzFsShC9um1zmmiY8mxD4vFJcLroPPn_tfSNt1NCwDhm33rjNIBK7i3NzGt-agZwzW1ZkfqEZzR0s3v6ZM7uXAcFuMRAxUvdda4wQ7T8XJcCW0h7xo5ImCheB216XTDGxx5LZS6s2kSJOenuw/w688-h387/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20062%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Another "family" photo.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div></span></span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Little did we know of what the modern future had in store for us:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; font-size: xx-large;">2020</div></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div>The year of covid.</div><div>The year the entire world shut down.</div><div>The year without a Christmas at the Fort.</div><div>They wouldn't even allow us to hold another private celebration.</div><div>That's what the fear did to everyone.</div><div>So..</div><div>Onto 2021.</div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">2021</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">If there ever was a magical Christmas at the Fort, it was the one we did in 2021. It was also the accumulation of all we did before...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Sadly, it was also the last one. The Fort had been taken over by the state, therefore there are all sorts of restrictions put upon it. Which is a real shame, because it was reenactors who kept it alive for the past 25+ years.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Yep---get the government involved and they mess it all up.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">So, without knowing, we went out on top with the best one yet.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjKWQl7UIhKV4xcgPBadGm_PwA2pUFehTPQM6dTQnNxXUS67JW3SdPITKGHPA2RETFBRQ1tN31YuDRIS9gdkf3WOsZmRjEjYAyc9IaGteWkkrIVj44ajqmh6YKW3ka8xb5UOw0nT_tWkcn4CPgbyc-yAswEmJy2q_7cH1QyXDCdYcN5osQDI2BipWF-A/s823/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20071%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="823" data-original-width="679" height="769" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjKWQl7UIhKV4xcgPBadGm_PwA2pUFehTPQM6dTQnNxXUS67JW3SdPITKGHPA2RETFBRQ1tN31YuDRIS9gdkf3WOsZmRjEjYAyc9IaGteWkkrIVj44ajqmh6YKW3ka8xb5UOw0nT_tWkcn4CPgbyc-yAswEmJy2q_7cH1QyXDCdYcN5osQDI2BipWF-A/w635-h769/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20071%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="635" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">My 1860s family~</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The group of finest living historians I've ever had the pleasure to work</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">with (aside for one or two who were missing this year).</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">From left: Jackie (portraying my sister), me, Larissa,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> Charlotte (portraying Larissa's sister), and standing in the back is our</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">servant girl Agnes with her daughter...who, </span><span style="font-size: medium;">dare I say, </span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">sort of portrays mine and Larissa's granddaughter (Kristen was not here this year).</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkT_AR3CkeW-l9Mt3DPRvL8nPsBO4zg0nTflJR1LFjpFQdlOa1GSubX3ZOutv_5v_T_FI5ZKd50_hxZ4LeSY0yceMAnC9H__fDsVKg0SktFGNlqsYSq46hAMS06N19s515E3l2eWAcqVOM5usZYopIZ2opPiofkQ3yX5DK6f_es38g1112E3f2TQQT4w/s843/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20086%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="843" data-original-width="679" height="682" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkT_AR3CkeW-l9Mt3DPRvL8nPsBO4zg0nTflJR1LFjpFQdlOa1GSubX3ZOutv_5v_T_FI5ZKd50_hxZ4LeSY0yceMAnC9H__fDsVKg0SktFGNlqsYSq46hAMS06N19s515E3l2eWAcqVOM5usZYopIZ2opPiofkQ3yX5DK6f_es38g1112E3f2TQQT4w/w550-h682/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20086%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="550" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Charlotte had never seen a stereoscope before and enjoyed looking</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: medium;">at the magic of eyeing two photographs to make one...and give it a</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: medium;">3-dimensional depth.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: medium;">(Okay, so in real life she <i>has</i> seen stereoscopes before...lol)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I spy an undecorated table-top Christmas tree there as well.</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYx1XGNj9U99FjiHNl4HchUGmH8kr8tXCyWf6k1V4KNbah9rsqcR2U9cyeAP1njvVdJdFdy4NbxUS6Nwk19kKTnamKklubbu9C7QO2lu11ZJNbsVk52nHltTeJ2MDcE2-5VZly1QfDvrX_sIky_dR6DAnr3Uq8KNvIgRD6YdQ5tzxXF8NMcChlXF5R2g/s1200/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20072%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="456" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYx1XGNj9U99FjiHNl4HchUGmH8kr8tXCyWf6k1V4KNbah9rsqcR2U9cyeAP1njvVdJdFdy4NbxUS6Nwk19kKTnamKklubbu9C7QO2lu11ZJNbsVk52nHltTeJ2MDcE2-5VZly1QfDvrX_sIky_dR6DAnr3Uq8KNvIgRD6YdQ5tzxXF8NMcChlXF5R2g/w686-h456/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20072%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="686" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">It was in our front parlor that we decorated the table-top Christmas tree.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">It's freshly cut and smells wonderful.</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinnRXQy0FFm8v-HUMmCWO17DWAqj70nooSL2JjlEbNxrFWX_QQwxbYhxOHT1tDtd8otwm4tWM1z66UV_PcPw2GiuaQ2hUVYNan0g-AqOjXCtXB_VCQMbiVXXeilu_NCq5irq757lguY06K14JkV0XwrW39aXxd68uG5DfVo_LBWLgAbxHmithtkJD2ow/s900/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20073%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="600" height="840" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinnRXQy0FFm8v-HUMmCWO17DWAqj70nooSL2JjlEbNxrFWX_QQwxbYhxOHT1tDtd8otwm4tWM1z66UV_PcPw2GiuaQ2hUVYNan0g-AqOjXCtXB_VCQMbiVXXeilu_NCq5irq757lguY06K14JkV0XwrW39aXxd68uG5DfVo_LBWLgAbxHmithtkJD2ow/w559-h840/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20073%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="559" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Little Nadia did help us to decorate <br />(or "dress") the Christmas Tree.</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgYU_5aMPl9sZBTj6_6tDM9fxQu7FEL6e_-KVocHJIdfetIGH9HprlHeHff2o3-_Tx3GNn1nuJjPXSXGc9jsrjtrt5hH-xzoohGWZMEUehyphenhyphenpI1X10LfwCQLAFWo5kVbuuf1l4TSkNmOlhKL4Rpixw93yILOPWUAo43T9zI-adRMV9YR6QXcWNPfOGAJw/s2048/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20074%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="922" data-original-width="2048" height="311" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgYU_5aMPl9sZBTj6_6tDM9fxQu7FEL6e_-KVocHJIdfetIGH9HprlHeHff2o3-_Tx3GNn1nuJjPXSXGc9jsrjtrt5hH-xzoohGWZMEUehyphenhyphenpI1X10LfwCQLAFWo5kVbuuf1l4TSkNmOlhKL4Rpixw93yILOPWUAo43T9zI-adRMV9YR6QXcWNPfOGAJw/w691-h311/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20074%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="691" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Once decorated, she simply stared at its beauty.<br />Christmas...</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM6jA4hGUN1zRM7js-I9WTm4_QxvEbbQ5MGJkt7kuuIwWtOhIIwKu2TY_qyUAAro2zsKmuGven38bFGPoITTwJaqE1L9CAYQzPC3gNm3WMrasJXBVX0vfqcDLt2w3NNsjBeJotHziLSN_Rj3i73WFxC4bFD7hDKU-Yu5xyQ5B-mRwyAzBGNZ0JCHLsNQ/s1200/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20088%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="455" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM6jA4hGUN1zRM7js-I9WTm4_QxvEbbQ5MGJkt7kuuIwWtOhIIwKu2TY_qyUAAro2zsKmuGven38bFGPoITTwJaqE1L9CAYQzPC3gNm3WMrasJXBVX0vfqcDLt2w3NNsjBeJotHziLSN_Rj3i73WFxC4bFD7hDKU-Yu5xyQ5B-mRwyAzBGNZ0JCHLsNQ/w683-h455/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20088%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="683" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A family photo with the tree~</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqP-vySiVqt8mggOUGdBsrxI9dqP3KmWrwOAJ4D4mhq7U5A9rmW6X1VODbetE5SOVErmJJlCdPnjZHGFRFK1Ta9QSzR831eK5TPiNG7URL0NB9b90AF8sppWI1K0LFuekpp_Oelwl6BwRBMeI4PEK-PCqjhvx7IO1A-ADUxFIDsnIicXiPbRm4u_r7XQ/s1450/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20075%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="922" data-original-width="1450" height="435" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqP-vySiVqt8mggOUGdBsrxI9dqP3KmWrwOAJ4D4mhq7U5A9rmW6X1VODbetE5SOVErmJJlCdPnjZHGFRFK1Ta9QSzR831eK5TPiNG7URL0NB9b90AF8sppWI1K0LFuekpp_Oelwl6BwRBMeI4PEK-PCqjhvx7IO1A-ADUxFIDsnIicXiPbRm4u_r7XQ/w685-h435/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20075%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="685" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">My wife knitted and listened as I read from Dickens' novella, "A Christmas Carol in Prose, Being a Ghost-Story of Christmas," which was originally printed in 1843 and has remained one of the most popular and enduring Christmas stories of all time throughout the 19th, 20th, and now 21st century. The book I read from is a replica of the original from 1843.</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigkRc4Gdm0dtxbApeg5VAvdH8Fo7ksjsiX5mXn8bXg_0z68DpcgFdllrEg-IXO217shtnSQvGIug7bqx131e2Sr-DBbkS3cUQXylJSOrBwXj64P5O9l3Cjr5pQn2dKUzJIIA4gOjKAIrPrf77DfohcbWB-GQ4KYcXNG8-FUDOkBL18Nil7lbTPlEcSzw/s2048/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20076%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="922" data-original-width="2048" height="311" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigkRc4Gdm0dtxbApeg5VAvdH8Fo7ksjsiX5mXn8bXg_0z68DpcgFdllrEg-IXO217shtnSQvGIug7bqx131e2Sr-DBbkS3cUQXylJSOrBwXj64P5O9l3Cjr5pQn2dKUzJIIA4gOjKAIrPrf77DfohcbWB-GQ4KYcXNG8-FUDOkBL18Nil7lbTPlEcSzw/w691-h311/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20076%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="691" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Larissa playing the grandmother role in showing Nadia knitting.</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">It is always such a good time carrying on as an 1860s family and keeping our mindset focused on our lives at this time.</div></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Now Christine's step-mother, who she affectionately called "mother," continuously taught her step-daughter the art of mothering, how to be a respectable lady, and how to take care of her own husband, when he returned from off fighting in the War. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">And how to care for her daughter.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div></span></span></div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijQRamieBTbLU65tQHkBMrk42R5c44AHkID8JXisxggcfWzCzvN-6p44pcT2h2-VHXb0LOOIbcts7piFsvD8RpoT4MWEBhMQAWky36YCxg9_oxOWPVsHfGEbE74u_hfb8OTfHB4ipgLoyahPY60TFr80Weo7mkqOtbT-qnUbSP4WtfjzBJiFjdud2BkQ/s974/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20077%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="974" data-original-width="909" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijQRamieBTbLU65tQHkBMrk42R5c44AHkID8JXisxggcfWzCzvN-6p44pcT2h2-VHXb0LOOIbcts7piFsvD8RpoT4MWEBhMQAWky36YCxg9_oxOWPVsHfGEbE74u_hfb8OTfHB4ipgLoyahPY60TFr80Weo7mkqOtbT-qnUbSP4WtfjzBJiFjdud2BkQ/w598-h640/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20077%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="598" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Fresh baked pies and bread made by our servant, Agnes.</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBtOhmv26Blsi5TxBQgJNfoFrj8vQyDJa-Ow0AMDbBKLNLanxhmooAKQsAkbb87TbaQXmRiEK_NieG_7fG47Si39_eXb1SZHBYZfYUmSjk6XQAQ-_jKswu5_cwbZ9heFIvs6TyYRZZIVgYvhDbWzSgQidAqo_jrApCfJtGDuOqyj8tQxO7DPiwYB4A9w/s2048/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20078%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="922" data-original-width="2048" height="309" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBtOhmv26Blsi5TxBQgJNfoFrj8vQyDJa-Ow0AMDbBKLNLanxhmooAKQsAkbb87TbaQXmRiEK_NieG_7fG47Si39_eXb1SZHBYZfYUmSjk6XQAQ-_jKswu5_cwbZ9heFIvs6TyYRZZIVgYvhDbWzSgQidAqo_jrApCfJtGDuOqyj8tQxO7DPiwYB4A9w/w686-h309/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20078%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="686" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Our Christmas Eve table setting in the dining room.</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmVX3ZDXlplfUQLUNn-_6Whvih6857S5f7m1mpbDtwc6lhun5O8bFOjZheSTy2ftISACbVAww2K5rhv46b1LkCH2vmBkR6oTmYVukUE10BnVBG9geULSq7LDhhIgf3kiWs8ZJEQF5utEbJjj1OLa_MXtKMGJonfiAKXvWEFNoKeYCzrWM0hEOTqDqCKw/s1200/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20079%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="449" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmVX3ZDXlplfUQLUNn-_6Whvih6857S5f7m1mpbDtwc6lhun5O8bFOjZheSTy2ftISACbVAww2K5rhv46b1LkCH2vmBkR6oTmYVukUE10BnVBG9geULSq7LDhhIgf3kiWs8ZJEQF5utEbJjj1OLa_MXtKMGJonfiAKXvWEFNoKeYCzrWM0hEOTqDqCKw/w675-h449/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20079%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="675" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Since 2013 we have been able to eat our "Christmas Eve" meal inside the</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: medium;">dining room of this historic house. Out of everything we do throughout the day, </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: medium;">this has always been our biggest highlight. <br /></span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We've been doing 1st person/immersion long enough together to successfully be as close to the 1860s as one can. And I can tell you, I am certain that the differences from our celebration to one from 160 years ago were not many.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivxoY9KnKPv6Y6itUjUxLCqfsRrlxg1L-QqcZro5IzeJG4eU_edr0zvFDtFv45t4ayXT4HO-0j-ULBEHyTwYZ-pDZcAuu49STs3RpYltlowigFFCotaAdLxWi_FBuO4Xd5i5nc6nJ6Sp54VUlMl2vAJAOL8rg5KEeziQBv_YspcR89Uee8ZHIQ_8qolA/s900/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20080%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="600" height="820" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivxoY9KnKPv6Y6itUjUxLCqfsRrlxg1L-QqcZro5IzeJG4eU_edr0zvFDtFv45t4ayXT4HO-0j-ULBEHyTwYZ-pDZcAuu49STs3RpYltlowigFFCotaAdLxWi_FBuO4Xd5i5nc6nJ6Sp54VUlMl2vAJAOL8rg5KEeziQBv_YspcR89Uee8ZHIQ_8qolA/w546-h820/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20080%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="546" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Agnes serving her mistress.</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv7TNsiaiOVSxvQWsJhyaSU0J3gG6Bx5kIckHOUL4rh4XSvVmRfa5pzJ8MRlJN47IOaaLzDkibY_Yx3Fmj3LOpEx9mG1RRSsF3vrjh1YWqzZjUnHB5WWSkFSDrYTaIf9gM-w2RGdEp0vxZEEygMoDhVtjhlDGpEpd9C_4vKfWSqTCLU2h2ph5-CDEwBg/s2048/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20087%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="732" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv7TNsiaiOVSxvQWsJhyaSU0J3gG6Bx5kIckHOUL4rh4XSvVmRfa5pzJ8MRlJN47IOaaLzDkibY_Yx3Fmj3LOpEx9mG1RRSsF3vrjh1YWqzZjUnHB5WWSkFSDrYTaIf9gM-w2RGdEp0vxZEEygMoDhVtjhlDGpEpd9C_4vKfWSqTCLU2h2ph5-CDEwBg/w549-h732/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20087%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="549" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Jackie - my 1860s sister</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Something very special happened this year - something we've not done here before. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">For nearly 40 years I have been lighting the candles on our home Christmas Tree, just as was done in the 19th and early 20th century. So this year I thought I would ask if perhaps we could...just to see...hmmm...do you think we could maybe try it here to really recreate a Victorian Christmas?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">So I asked...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The first response was, "No, I don't think so."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">It wasn't an outright No!" but an "I don't think so" kind of no, meaning it was still a possibility.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">So I then said, "I've been doing this for nearly 40 years - I know what I'm doing."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The next response was, "...I don't know..." meaning there was no "no" there at all. So I added, "Imagine what it would be like!" To which the reply was, "The tree goes right out on the front lawn should anything happen." And I said, "Immediately. But I promise nothing is going to happen."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">So I began to prepare for this event - - - </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk5SwTszJvYGzaxFFbuI3aCHmGaEbmIv8mVtl9REMTJRapp42hzRvP2z8UwjFleJiVpITy4yt2rGMwwFrzRc8HdCdAHGcti4oQ5E_wgB71Tvb-tff0BP9f_3P7Cg4PxJRBKJsKM7P9XLpVE-6O9yRCoaKyiIts2hEk9PMUsmCeMlu_ymxBLs75SxRvvQ/s2048/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20081%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="727" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk5SwTszJvYGzaxFFbuI3aCHmGaEbmIv8mVtl9REMTJRapp42hzRvP2z8UwjFleJiVpITy4yt2rGMwwFrzRc8HdCdAHGcti4oQ5E_wgB71Tvb-tff0BP9f_3P7Cg4PxJRBKJsKM7P9XLpVE-6O9yRCoaKyiIts2hEk9PMUsmCeMlu_ymxBLs75SxRvvQ/w545-h727/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20081%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="545" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Positioning the candles for safe lighting positions.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I have been lighting candles on our Christmas Tree at my</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">modern home for 37 years now. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">This was my first all-period lighting.</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Then the last tour group came in, and the guide noted to them that they were about to witness something no one has seen here, then handed the floor to me. I gave a bit of history of Christmas Trees, then the highlight of the evening...<i>of the entire day</i>...came about when we blew out our oil lamps and then lit the candles on the Christmas Tree:</div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpZKDZzlipSDzaY3j_PAkhG2Imj-xvKNT0B82cwDW8uht14iWi6hyphenhyphenEOSG7gniJMZWhyGPLBK0O0hgZI30za22nolngzg0agYSjiZ1O7_OtvXgddnfhcdKPQbOnU6wwcXJOY6lnyNf_KFD65Ze4Y9bOglqei9FCj77PeZ0smGaXHIms0cfnXGQntiuSfg/s786/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20082%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="786" data-original-width="590" height="731" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpZKDZzlipSDzaY3j_PAkhG2Imj-xvKNT0B82cwDW8uht14iWi6hyphenhyphenEOSG7gniJMZWhyGPLBK0O0hgZI30za22nolngzg0agYSjiZ1O7_OtvXgddnfhcdKPQbOnU6wwcXJOY6lnyNf_KFD65Ze4Y9bOglqei9FCj77PeZ0smGaXHIms0cfnXGQntiuSfg/w548-h731/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20082%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="548" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The lighting of the candles commenced.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtYzwhtvJ5j5HtWKN336aWnptNgG63d-61fJ86_hFYLOYdZX6fvoXYom8ZVvOQ1mzstxe4wQeQkKoS8gcCpA-mW13z0zfFNv310iqY8D9OeVOGPpTrNImTRQynf0RLRxqcm5YlIRZc7S4y5kp4Pl7opnQwo4oN5-7Wy-IDynxPicM5ps7qPgpP6529pQ/s2048/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20083%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="792" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtYzwhtvJ5j5HtWKN336aWnptNgG63d-61fJ86_hFYLOYdZX6fvoXYom8ZVvOQ1mzstxe4wQeQkKoS8gcCpA-mW13z0zfFNv310iqY8D9OeVOGPpTrNImTRQynf0RLRxqcm5YlIRZc7S4y5kp4Pl7opnQwo4oN5-7Wy-IDynxPicM5ps7qPgpP6529pQ/w594-h792/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20083%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="594" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">One of the most magical moments in my reenacting history - lighting the <br />candles on a table-top tree at Historic Fort Wayne for Christmas at the Fort.</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTUmFcw6K6gzrFjvbhNif-YMLIT5Kq9E8f9IBJ2kNyhxQbBHL-GQNo4FHhZIc5-JWAgMlpo6vKV9QgOr7Zh5yCvENzolErA9dz4ilIxACy68sTeg5PwHCjSybxPDyzKxAXgfHre_BkiyGfyhHVv84IMRbiCpZq8YlBJkY8Gb57ZMqjJxKRgkmIBwYJvw/s2048/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20084%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="804" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTUmFcw6K6gzrFjvbhNif-YMLIT5Kq9E8f9IBJ2kNyhxQbBHL-GQNo4FHhZIc5-JWAgMlpo6vKV9QgOr7Zh5yCvENzolErA9dz4ilIxACy68sTeg5PwHCjSybxPDyzKxAXgfHre_BkiyGfyhHVv84IMRbiCpZq8YlBJkY8Gb57ZMqjJxKRgkmIBwYJvw/w603-h804/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20084%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="603" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And to make it even better, we had the tour group - the last group of</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">visitors for the night - sing "Silent Night" while watching the tree all </span><span style="font-size: large;">aglow. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Immersive~</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I do not believe anyone there was not Overwhelmed. </span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The person in charge of the Fort at that time was in awe and I believe had tears in his eyes.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">And the looks on the faces of the modern people in the tour group - they could not take their eyes off the tree. It was magical for them as well - something I am certain they will continue to speak of as long as their memories will hold out (<i>"Remember when we were at Fort Wayne at Christmas and..."</i>).</div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT64ReqY8Vq_TNnhyQT1MIfVJBtydOQkJIs_93CVIS7DCNogR6jCkaYX3lBti7qbrWyHK209LF6Ur6wfeIa-b-AqxNQpsA_qb3C_s6E5kPid8r3TVK-9-sENDX0FunDNF0znnGIWRQQZBiOPEnizFI4SMyQCBSDsi7DevVs3jn0LC2whH9q27d5V2CGA/s1200/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20085%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="449" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT64ReqY8Vq_TNnhyQT1MIfVJBtydOQkJIs_93CVIS7DCNogR6jCkaYX3lBti7qbrWyHK209LF6Ur6wfeIa-b-AqxNQpsA_qb3C_s6E5kPid8r3TVK-9-sENDX0FunDNF0znnGIWRQQZBiOPEnizFI4SMyQCBSDsi7DevVs3jn0LC2whH9q27d5V2CGA/w675-h449/q%202023%20-%2012-21%20085%20Christmas%20at%20the%20Fort.jpg" width="675" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The moment captured here and in the following two pictures was indescribable.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Simply breathtaking. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">This just may have been the most "Victorian" we have ever become. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>I</span><span>t was, simply put, one of those unforgettable moments.</span></span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Here it is in a short clip Larissa took:</div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/UuXxKkaLEFo" width="320" youtube-src-id="UuXxKkaLEFo"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div><div>This memory will also never leave my mind...nor any of us in that 1863 family.</div><div><br /></div><div>I believe our 2021 Christmas at the Fort, with carol singing, eating in the dining area, decorating the Christmas Tree, then lighting the candles on said tree, was the pinnacle - the culmination - of all of our years there. I do not believe the past felt more real or more alive than that Saturday, December 4th.</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">So, within a day or two after the Christmas at the Fort event took place, we all wrote quick "reports" - a line or two each - to summarize our opinions of how we felt it went.</div></div></div><div><i>Carrie - Last night was a great time. The tree was the highlight of the evening for me. Magic.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Charlotte - ‘‘Twas a lovely day” spending time with my “history family” at historic Fort Wayne Detroit for their Christmas tour. We were privileged to occupy the commandants quarter’s as a Civil War era family. We laughed, dined, decorated and sang Silent Night around a Candle lit tree. Thank you Ken, Jackie, Carrie and Larissa.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Jackie - I don’t think we can top last night, but knowing all of you we probably will. What a special moment.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Ken (me) - I spoke with Tom B. tonight - - he was absolutely thrilled with what we did, as he usually is, but the candle-lit tree just put it over the top. He said, just as we all have, that it was magical.</i></div><div><i>Yes...it truly was - - I've never lit candles on a tree while in my period clothing before...while surrounded by others wearing clothing of the same era. And definitely not in an authentic period home - a home that Tom says did exactly as we did a hundred and forty years ago.</i></div><div><i>Just wow-----</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Larissa - </i><i>We had a very special moment lighting the candles on our Christmas tree with a group of visitors at Fort Wayne last night. It was magical.</i></div><div><br /></div><div>And 'neath my posted picture on Facebook I received a few very nice comments as well:</div><div>Kimberly - Beautiful! This makes me think of my Great Great Grandparents and I wouldn't be surprised if they had Christmas trees just like your beautiful Christmas tree. </div><div><br /></div><div>Vicki - Absolutely gorgeous!</div><div><br /></div><div>Joyce - What a great picture!! Merry 1800's Christmas.</div><div><br /></div><div>Susan - Oh my goodness.</div><div><br /></div><div>Linda - Beautiful! That’s a Christmas card right there!</div><div><br /></div><div>Sharon M. - It’s simply beautiful Ken. Thank you for sharing. </div></div><div><br /></div><div>We need to also put it in context what had occurred earlier that year:</div><div><div><i>"On a sad note, we lost a very important member of our 1860s Logan "family" - - - - Larissa's mother, Violet, who joined us nearly every Christmas here at the Fort, passed away in August, so it was much tougher for Larissa - and all of us - to take part. Violet portrayed my mother-in-law, and I was proud to call her that, even if for only a short few hours each time. And when those who portrayed mine and Larissa's children could join us, they happily called Violet "grandmother," and she took them on as her grandchildren. Most of all, however, Violet added to the Christmas cheer and celebration by playing and singing Christmas carols at the pump organ there in the parlor.</i></div><div><i>But through it all, Larissa pulled through, and she even noted to us that-------</i></div><div><i>"(This was) something very special that I won’t forget. Thanks to you all for making a hard but wonderful day perfect." </i></div><div><i>We were very happy to do so, my good friend.</i></div><div><i>Very happy to do so.</i></div><div><i>So I dedicate today's blog post to Violet Kyryluk - a wonderful lady to all who knew her, wife to Nick, mother to Larissa and Marcus, and grandmother to Zane & Titus...and actual mother-in-law to Mike (Larissa's husband). You were all blessed...and we who knew her were blessed as well."</i></div></div><div>And with that, our Christmas at the Fort is ended.</div><div>I always have this slight hope I may receive a call or an email asking if we could resurrect the 1860s Logan family.</div><div>Perhaps one day it will happen...</div><div><br /></div><div>Until next time, see you in time.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01;">^</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">^^</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #04ff00;">^^^</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">^^^^</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #6aa84f;">^^^^^</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000;">^^^^^^</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;">^^^^^^^</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #783f04;"><b>II</b></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Postscript:</div><div>I suppose now, for those of us who participated for so many years, we actually <i>can</i> have a nostalgia and <i>do</i> have memories of a 19th century Christmas, similar to those of 160 years ago, due to the manner in which we projected ourselves for so many years; experiencing same nostalgic emotions and memories. I mean, it's pretty obvious that we were not around during the horse-and-carriage days, and yet I still have a sort of nostalgic feeling for Christmas past of that time.</div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-size: x-large;">.</span></div></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">You know what would be fun to do sometime?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">A colonial Christmas.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Yeah...that would be interesting to try...</div></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Merry Christmas~</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">~~~</span> <span style="color: #6aa84f;">~~~</span> <span style="color: red;">~~~</span> <span style="color: #6aa84f;">~~~</span> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /></div>Historical Kenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04979801752112100293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56451385109293718.post-59050855905997880422023-12-14T07:39:00.000-05:002023-12-14T07:39:58.763-05:00Boston Tea Party - 250th Anniversary<div style="text-align: center;"><i>This is but an overview - a commemoration - of the Boston Tea Party, not a weighty tome. Obviously a number of details have been left out, though the major details that tell what happened that night are here.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>To be honest, I lifted most of the actual information directly from the <a href="https://www.bostonteapartyship.com/">Boston Tea Party web site</a>, and the <a href="https://www.history.com/topics/american-revolution/boston-tea-party">History</a> site.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>They tell the story much better than I do.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">~~</span> ~~ <span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: medium;"><b>~~</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq0pdZB6xsIadE9mXynOdzsPHEG3FtrPbDz2M0eiZ4N0E7I2tcZTQa96-dhS04zJU8xOMUxUcM59FhrS52dQLMTqIhLUmlhkAbQpbtIQ_TVx6kqBT3Zdok3QqKWsLwGX8XJGjS9WDNQds0PNREK-adeHzLJ05J3xbB6LkAH83tPECgaJ8lNhzu3QGiGw/s2075/q%202023%20-%2012-14%20009%20250th%20Anniversary%20of%20Boston%20Tea%20Party.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2075" data-original-width="1548" height="448" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq0pdZB6xsIadE9mXynOdzsPHEG3FtrPbDz2M0eiZ4N0E7I2tcZTQa96-dhS04zJU8xOMUxUcM59FhrS52dQLMTqIhLUmlhkAbQpbtIQ_TVx6kqBT3Zdok3QqKWsLwGX8XJGjS9WDNQds0PNREK-adeHzLJ05J3xbB6LkAH83tPECgaJ8lNhzu3QGiGw/w335-h448/q%202023%20-%2012-14%20009%20250th%20Anniversary%20of%20Boston%20Tea%20Party.jpg" width="335" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The official 250th Boston Tea Party logo~</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;">The year of this writing, 2023, is the 250th anniversary of something deeply embedded in the American consciousness: The Boston Tea Party.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><div>These colonists were protesting the Tea Act of 1773, enacted by Britain earlier that year (May). The Tea Act did not raise taxes on the colonists - Americans had been paying taxes on tea since 1767, when the infamous Townshend Acts were enacted. At the time, there had been so much anger over the Townshend Acts that most of its taxes—taxes on glass, lead, oil, paint, and paper—were repealed. Yet even after all the repeals, the tea tax remained because Britain wanted to prove that it had a right to tax the colonists. Many of the colonists disagreed and felt they should not be taxed when they had no representation in Parliament.</div><div><div>So the Tea Act of 1773 was enacted to help bail out the British East India Company, which had 17 million pounds of surplus tea. The Tea Act effectively gave a monopoly to the British East India Company, and it severely undercut American merchants. Ultimately, all of these actions resurrected old frustrations: the colonists did not think that the taxes on tea were legitimate in the first place. And they did not intend to pay taxes on a forced monopoly.</div><div>Something needed to be done....but who had the nerve to stand up against the giants from across the Atlantic?</div></div><div>The Sons of Liberty were a group of colonial merchants and tradesmen founded to protest the Stamp Act of 1765 and other forms of taxation. The group of revolutionists included prominent patriots such as Benedict Arnold, Patrick Henry, and Paul Revere, as well as Samuel Adams and John Hancock.</div><div><div>So, events leading up to what became known as the Boston Tea Party were as presented here:<br /><div><span style="color: #bf9000;"><b>November 29 to 30, 1773</b> -</span><span style="color: #e69138;"> The people of Boston and the surrounding towns meet to discuss the “tea crisis” at the Old South Meeting House, for the first load of tea arrived in Boston. According to British law, taxes on tea were due within 20 days of a ship arriving in harbor. </span></div><div><span style="color: #e69138;">Two more ships arrived on </span><b><span style="color: #bf9000;">December 2 and December 15</span></b><span style="color: #e69138;">. Boston residents wanted to reject the tea and send the ships back, but Governor Thomas Hutchinson (a Loyalist) would not allow the ships to leave the port. The taxes for the first ship had to be paid by December 17.</span></div><div><span style="color: #e69138;"><br /></span></div><div><div><span style="color: #bf9000;"><b>December 5, 1773</b> </span><span style="color: #e69138;">- <i>“The Tea that bainfull weed is arrived. Great and effectual opposition has been made to the landing of it. To the publick papers I must refer you for perticuliars. You will there find that the proceedings of our citizens have been united, spirited and firm. The flame is kindled and like lightening it catches from soul to soul. Great will be the devastation if not timely quenched or allayed by some more lenient measures.”</i></span></div><div><span style="color: #e69138;">~ Abigail Adams to Mercy Otis Warren</span></div></div><div><span style="color: #e69138;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span style="color: #bf9000;">Early December 1773</span></b><span style="color: #e69138;"> - In December, tensions grew to an all-time high with the arrival of the Eleanor and Beaver. As the deadline to pay the tax on the Dartmouth’s tea fast approached, another large-scale meeting to discuss the “tea crisis” was planned for Tuesday, December 14 at the Old South Meeting House. Prior to this, smaller meetings had been held by the Sons of Liberty at the Old South Meeting House almost daily since November 30 to discuss the “tea crisis”. </span></div><div><span style="color: #e69138;">The Sons of Liberty planned a course of action of the utmost secrecy to deal with the “tea crisis” if the issue could not be resolved diplomatically through negotiations. A pamphlet was distributed throughout Boston to announce and call forth the concerned citizenry to meet at 10:00 in the morning on December 14 at the Old South Meeting House.</span></div><div><span style="color: #e69138;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span style="color: #bf9000;">Tuesday, December 14, 1773</span></b><span style="color: #e69138;"> - News of the meeting was spread to towns in close vicinity to Boston, and towns throughout Massachusetts sent proclamations of support. Ultimately, thousands of people from Boston and towns across Massachusetts gathered at the Old South Meeting on that December 14 morning. </span></div><div><span style="color: #e69138;">Samuel Adams recorded the following about the meeting: <i>“The people met again at the Old South church, and having ascertained the owner, they compelled him to apply at the custom house for a clearance for his ship to London with the tea on board, and appointed ten gentlemen to see it performed; after which they adjourned till Thursday the 16th.”</i></span></div><div><b><span style="color: #e69138;"><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span style="color: #bf9000;">Wednesday, December 15, 1773</span></b><span style="color: #e69138;"> - </span></div><div><span style="color: #e69138;">The owners of the tea ship---Beaver, Dartmouth, and Eleanor----found themselves caught in the middle of the “tea crisis”. </span></div></div><div><span style="color: #e69138;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span style="color: #bf9000;">Thursday, December 16, 1773</span> </b><span style="color: #e69138;">- </span></div><div><span style="color: #e69138;">On that morning, the day before the deadline for payment of the tax on the Dartmouth’s tea was due, thousands from all over Massachusetts gathered in Boston. They gathered in the streets, at Griffin’s Wharf, the Green Dragon Tavern, and at the Old South Meeting House. The atmosphere was tense, and the Sons of Liberty did its part to rouse the masses. It is estimated that 5,000 to 7,000 people gathered at the Old South Meeting House at 10:00 in the morning for resumption of the meeting, which had been adjourned two days earlier. The crowd gathered was more than a third of Boston’s entire population. The deadline for the payment of the tea tax was midnight, and the decision of what was going to be done needed to be made.</span></div></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div><div>On December 16, Lieutenant Governor Hutchinson was conveniently in Milton, Massachusetts. The meeting forced the Dartmouth owner, Francis Rotch, to immediately travel the ten or more miles to Milton to get in contact with Hutchinson. Upon meeting with Hutchinson, Rotch was denied a pass to allow the Dartmouth to sail unmolested out of Boston Harbor and to return the cargo of British East India Company tea back to England.</div><div>The meeting at the Old South Meeting House was tense, and spirited language filled the air as thousands waited hours for Rotch to return with the response from Hutchinson. John Rowe, the owner of the Eleanor, was reputed to have been at the meeting. Rowe was known for his smuggling and staunch anti-British policy leanings and was so angered with the situation that he is recorded to have said, “Perhaps salt water and tea will mix tonight!” Rowe is remembered as one of the inciters of the Boston Tea Party, yet he attempted to cover up his participation in the planning by recording false entries in his diary as to his whereabouts on December 16. </div><div>With the Dartmouth refused a pass to safely sail out of Boston Harbor and to return her cargo of British East India Company Tea, time was running out and the Patriots exhausted all legal means to keep the ship from being unloaded. Since the arrival of the Dartmouth on November 28, the Sons of Liberty had been secretly planning a last resort alternative measure to prevent the unloading of the British East India Company tea if all diplomatic negotiations with government officials failed.</div><div>Thomas Hutchinson was the final word in regards to colonial policy in Massachusetts, and with his refusal to cooperate with the people’s demands, Samuel Adams declared, “This meeting can do nothing more to save the country!”</div><div>With those words Adams addressed the thousands gathered at the Old South Meeting House, the meeting came to a close, and it was the signal for the Sons of Liberty to take action and carry out their plan. Cries of “huzza!” and “make Boston Harbor a teapot tonight!” resonated throughout the Old South Meeting House. With war whoops, members of the Sons of Liberty, dressed in their best interpretations of “Indian Dress,” emerged from the Old South Meeting House, mustered at Fort Hill, and marched to Griffin’s Wharf.</div><div>An eyewitness to the Boston Tea Party, John Andrews, a merchant, described the events to Philadelphia merchant William Barrell in a December 18, 1773 letter:</div><div><i>“They mustered, I’m told, upon Fort Hill, to the number of about two hundred, and proceeded, two by two, to Griffin’s wharf, where Hall, Bruce, and Coffin lay, each with 114 chests of the ill-fated article on board… and before nine o’clock in the evening, every chest from on board the three vessels was knocked to pieces and flung over the sides. They say the actors were Indians from Narragansett. Whether they were or not, to a transient observer they appeared as such, being clothed in blankets with the heads muffled, and copper-colored countenances, being each armed with a hatchet or axe, and pair pistols, nor was their dialect different from what I conceive these geniuses to speak, as their jargon was unintelligible to all but themselves…”</i></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNdKH1X9ky7MJ-JbaokDtmjHJLYxhQ9ALIdgvlWhV80Hpu6a7FK3EoOUoVFoH1c7eI2b4sLG8YCmPCTMNiRh6VkF4k4OQUmFpqma4_IBX1rX-UCPK0VuKjKR12egSJaTpMsR8UN0ua0TnQ1jZiw9j9av4PEKdJyCTAGfWlDuGXEyJUMzR9wZqzGWND0g/s1920/q%202023%20-%2012-14%20004%20250th%20Anniversary%20of%20Boston%20Tea%20Party.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1920" height="389" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNdKH1X9ky7MJ-JbaokDtmjHJLYxhQ9ALIdgvlWhV80Hpu6a7FK3EoOUoVFoH1c7eI2b4sLG8YCmPCTMNiRh6VkF4k4OQUmFpqma4_IBX1rX-UCPK0VuKjKR12egSJaTpMsR8UN0ua0TnQ1jZiw9j9av4PEKdJyCTAGfWlDuGXEyJUMzR9wZqzGWND0g/w691-h389/q%202023%20-%2012-14%20004%20250th%20Anniversary%20of%20Boston%20Tea%20Party.jpg" width="691" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Photo courtesy of the <a href="https://www.bostonteapartyship.com/">Boston Tea Party page</a><br /></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div>Reports from the time describe the participants as dressed as Mohawks or Narragansett Indians. The disguise was more symbolic in nature; they knew they would be recognized as non-Indians. The act of wearing “Indian Dress” was to express through symbolism to the world that the American colonists identified themselves as “Americans” and no longer considered themselves British subjects. They were not dressed as Indians in the classic sense with headdresses and full authentic regalia; rather they wore wool blankets matchcoat style, painted their faces with soot, and employed other modes of dress commonly known at the time as “Indian dress” which had been adopted by soldiers during the French and Indian War. Boston Tea Party participant George Hewes dictated his account of the Boston Tea Party many years after the event and described his “Indian dress” as the following:</div><div><i>“It was now evening, and I immediately dressed myself in the costume of an Indian, equipped with a small hatchet, which I and my associates denominated the tomahawk, with which, and a club, after having painted my face and hands with coal dust in the shop of a blacksmith, I repaired to Griffin’s wharf, where the ships lay that contained the tea. When I first appeared in the street after being thus disguised, I fell in with many who were dressed, equipped and painted as I was, and who fell in with me and marched in order to the place of our destination.”</i></div><div>It is estimated hundreds took part in the Boston Tea Party, and the event was witnessed by thousands. For fear of punishment, many participants of the Boston Tea Party remained anonymous for many years after the event. John Adams would later recount he did not know the identity of a single participant. To date it is known 116 people are documented to have participated. Not all of the participants of the Boston Tea Party are known; many carried the secret of their participation to their graves. The participants were made up of males from all walks of colonial society. Many were from Boston or the surrounding area, but some participants are documented to have come from as far away as Worcester (in central Massachusetts), and Maine. The vast majority were of English decent, but men of Irish, Scottish, French, Portuguese, and African ancestry are documented to have participated. The participants were of all ages, but the majority of the documented participants were under the age of forty. Sixteen participants were teenagers, and only nine men were above the age of forty.</div></div><div><div>There were 340 chests of British East India Company tea, weighing over 92,000 pounds (roughly 46 tons), on these ships. The chests filled with tea were smashed open with axes and dumped into Boston Harbor. It was all loose tea because the colonists were not fond of the tea bricks, and tea bags were still 150 years in the future. Author and historian, Benjamin Woods Labaree, wrote the three tea ships contained 240 chests of Bohea, 15 of Congou, 10 of Souchong (all black teas), 60 of Singlo, and 15 of Hyson (both green teas). The damage the Sons of Liberty caused by destroying the 340 chests of tea, in today’s money, was worth more than $1,700,000 dollars.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0kiOYVprz-vqekLwWplrsOixVvdZV6hgN7hU4zw_qvwAU66S3Wscv6FJuuYDtm5_zsLIpAB1GIk2JUnLDE_fwuEO9XJ8-9lSynqgHKD6uBopP35mnFvgCQI_X20ycFdQEnfHjUaH_WbdvlrZzUmeCw0FIHLr7PoKMYr0QUPLKn1XySWYgHRQN1wLfYQ/s873/q%202023%20-%2012-14%20003%20250th%20Anniversary%20of%20Boston%20Tea%20Party.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="841" data-original-width="873" height="662" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0kiOYVprz-vqekLwWplrsOixVvdZV6hgN7hU4zw_qvwAU66S3Wscv6FJuuYDtm5_zsLIpAB1GIk2JUnLDE_fwuEO9XJ8-9lSynqgHKD6uBopP35mnFvgCQI_X20ycFdQEnfHjUaH_WbdvlrZzUmeCw0FIHLr7PoKMYr0QUPLKn1XySWYgHRQN1wLfYQ/w688-h662/q%202023%20-%2012-14%20003%20250th%20Anniversary%20of%20Boston%20Tea%20Party.jpg" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Here is something kind of cool I picked up in 2022:</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">It is a display of the types of teas that were dumped into Boston Harbor on the night of December 16, 1773 - otherwise what became known as the Boston Tea Party.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">According to researcher and historian Benjamin Woods Labaree, it was all loose tea because the colonists had no taste for tea bricks, and tea bags were still 150 years in the future.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">The three tea ships contained 240 chests of Bohea, 10 of Souchong, 15 of Congou, (all black teas), 60 of Singlo, and 15 of Hyson (both green teas), all produced in China. The teas mentioned here can be seen in this photo in the same order.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">I love collecting Americana and American history almost as much as I enjoy "living" it. </span></div></td></tr></tbody></table>Besides the destruction of the tea, historical accounts record no damage was done to any of the three ships, the crew or any other items onboard the ships except for one broken padlock. The padlock was the personal property of one of the ships’ captains and was promptly replaced the next day by the Patriots. Great care was taken by the Sons of Liberty to avoid the destruction of personal property – save for the cargo of British East India Company tea. Nothing was stolen or looted from the ships, not even the tea. One participant tried to steal some tea but was reprimanded and stopped. No one was hurt, and aside from the destruction of the tea and the padlock, no property was damaged or looted during the Boston Tea Party. The participants reportedly swept the ships’ decks clean before they left.</div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwmwdwQS2aTqeJzniqgUHjFnLMQsNqKrtUOQpuaXSkb-dUHujsxPF3hrxRzJ_9wSxSv2S4HpjtIjm-dYdpjC-3UHKhOqd0svWnFQwiaVEobhyeu5pPK5lGbxXX8A9oQcL4T80O51E3oYhHe37GA_4iCnjgA0cGAF7Z66U3U8X7kRaPYL6ZNSyj0XS79g/s1100/q%202023%20-%2012-14%20004b%20250th%20Anniversary%20of%20Boston%20Tea%20Party.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="618" data-original-width="1100" height="385" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwmwdwQS2aTqeJzniqgUHjFnLMQsNqKrtUOQpuaXSkb-dUHujsxPF3hrxRzJ_9wSxSv2S4HpjtIjm-dYdpjC-3UHKhOqd0svWnFQwiaVEobhyeu5pPK5lGbxXX8A9oQcL4T80O51E3oYhHe37GA_4iCnjgA0cGAF7Z66U3U8X7kRaPYL6ZNSyj0XS79g/w684-h385/q%202023%20-%2012-14%20004b%20250th%20Anniversary%20of%20Boston%20Tea%20Party.jpg" width="684" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Photo courtesy of the <a href="https://www.bostonteapartyship.com/">Boston Tea Party page</a><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div>After the destruction of the tea, the participants swept the decks of the ships clean, and anything that was moved was put back in its proper place. The crews of the ships attested to the fact there had been no damage to any of the ships except for the destruction of their cargoes of tea.</div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEE9gyAO8Ub2SeFatwkmRhbpL-E3pmfRHjo3WV7av8jDwzWeP8rlcyIZREsd-AlMfueYndX4RemAOaKfdpINA6r0Scrzt5XFqhIMiQGdomwmspsmmgtGQDCl7JSOIuWyLaAauiiD6Z9cIdmiXa3wBJXbBoNNZWjC3T1X53R3FR6o-CR5qosYclO6YSSw/s1540/q%202023%20-%2012-14%20008%20250th%20Anniversary%20of%20Boston%20Tea%20Party.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="703" data-original-width="1540" height="315" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEE9gyAO8Ub2SeFatwkmRhbpL-E3pmfRHjo3WV7av8jDwzWeP8rlcyIZREsd-AlMfueYndX4RemAOaKfdpINA6r0Scrzt5XFqhIMiQGdomwmspsmmgtGQDCl7JSOIuWyLaAauiiD6Z9cIdmiXa3wBJXbBoNNZWjC3T1X53R3FR6o-CR5qosYclO6YSSw/w690-h315/q%202023%20-%2012-14%20008%20250th%20Anniversary%20of%20Boston%20Tea%20Party.jpg" width="690" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Essex Gazette Dec 21, 1773</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>When they were done, the protestors returned home, without attempting to discover each other’s identities. One protestor, George Hewes, later recalled the events: <i>“We then quietly retired to our several places of residence, without having any conversation with each other, or taking any measures to discover who were our associates….There appeared to be an understanding that each individual should volunteer his services, keep his own secret, and risk the consequence for himself. No disorder took place during that transaction, and it was observed at that time that the stillest night ensued that Boston had enjoyed for many months.” </i></div><div>The British government was irate when it learned about the occurrence, and it responded by passing a series of measures that would be known as the Intolerable Acts (at the end of today's post, I have information on the Intolerable Acts). This series of punitive measures were meant to teach the rebellious colonists who was boss.</div><div>What eventually became known as the Boston Tea Party (it was not called that until 1825) was just one of the many dominoes that fell that moved America closer to Revolution. There’s this idea that the Boston Tea Party was the rallying cry that galvanized the colonies for revolution, but many opposed such a crime, George Washington among them, who denounced acts of lawlessness and violence, especially against private property. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">In June of 1774, Washington wrote: <i>“the cause of Boston…ever will be considered as the cause of America.”</i> But his personal views of the event were far different. He voiced strong disapproval of <i>“their conduct in destroying the Tea”</i> and claimed Bostonians <i>“were mad.” </i> Washington, like many other elites, held private property to be sacrosanct. </div><div>Benjamin Franklin insisted the British East India Company be reimbursed for the lost tea and even offered to pay for it himself.</div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja1JIhBNmbvTd7f9ab-mh5fkZV6liV9gI4JwKByBSDE3OQNrlycvkjQPQWPq4Dnm890Gs3b3FGwtaX49d-7q7dWzd9ZO-Tiche9oYkictfiJGZdB2MZn_P9Y4F41ikmrdZA3vq2hDnBtT93sw9f7Lv3XrfJg9wLSICHIorHVylxZOvpTsEMJlHOPU-GQ/s1448/q%202023%20-%2012-14%20015%20250th%20Anniversary%20of%20Boston%20Tea%20Party.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="420" data-original-width="1448" height="202" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja1JIhBNmbvTd7f9ab-mh5fkZV6liV9gI4JwKByBSDE3OQNrlycvkjQPQWPq4Dnm890Gs3b3FGwtaX49d-7q7dWzd9ZO-Tiche9oYkictfiJGZdB2MZn_P9Y4F41ikmrdZA3vq2hDnBtT93sw9f7Lv3XrfJg9wLSICHIorHVylxZOvpTsEMJlHOPU-GQ/w695-h202/q%202023%20-%2012-14%20015%20250th%20Anniversary%20of%20Boston%20Tea%20Party.jpg" width="695" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">From left we have <br />John Locke, Nathaniel Greene, Thomas Melvill, Henry Prentiss, and Paul Revere.<br />On the far right we have Samuel Adams, who did not participate in the actual tea destruction as the others here did, though he was considered a prime mover of the event.<br />To date it is known 116 people are documented to have participated. These are just a few images I was able to bring up.</span><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div>While the Tea Party itself didn’t mobilize Americans for a revolution per se', it was Parliament’s reaction to it that did. </div><div>Some important colonist leaders such as John Adams were thrilled to learn Boston Harbor was covered in tea leaves. According to what he wrote in his diary:</div><div><i>"This is the most magnificent Movement of all. There is a Dignity, a Majesty, a Sublimity, in this last Effort of the Patriots, that I greatly admire."</i></div><div>In a letter he received from his wife Abigail dated December 30, 1773, she writes (in part): <i>"If you have any news in Town which the papers do not communicate, pray be so good as to write it. We have not heard one Word reporting the Tea at the Cape or elsewhere."</i> </div><div>Well, sometimes news just traveled slower than usual, I suppose.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh60ITM5Cd0qR02kntHhYxl3BGmZygjWs_I58HXxRoWV4HadVizB-PZZNC0HqA2syPGb4WOu0WEKqgeTJzQxcVyuwl56Tlw0Bx_2E1yNu6YeDSLSWv7dunLZ22kBl_JhL1tbDYAj19Md1rOWYVem9ICPkczwsK3XIcVru3s1YhSAkt2ez8VeCvy7VDjZg/s1123/q%202023%20-%2012-14%20007%20250th%20Anniversary%20of%20Boston%20Tea%20Party.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="842" data-original-width="1123" height="519" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh60ITM5Cd0qR02kntHhYxl3BGmZygjWs_I58HXxRoWV4HadVizB-PZZNC0HqA2syPGb4WOu0WEKqgeTJzQxcVyuwl56Tlw0Bx_2E1yNu6YeDSLSWv7dunLZ22kBl_JhL1tbDYAj19Md1rOWYVem9ICPkczwsK3XIcVru3s1YhSAkt2ez8VeCvy7VDjZg/w691-h519/q%202023%20-%2012-14%20007%20250th%20Anniversary%20of%20Boston%20Tea%20Party.jpg" width="691" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Pennsylvania Packet April 18, 1774.<br />It is a different slant than we're used to hearing - daily life.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;">There is an old revolutionary song said to have been written and sung as a “rallying song” by the “tea party” at the Green Dragon Tavern: </div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Rally, Mohawks!—bring out your axes!</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>And tell King George we’ll pay no taxes</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>On his foreign tea!</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>His threats are vain—and vain to think</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>To force our girls and wives to drink</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>His vile Bohea!</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Then rally boys, and hasten on</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>To meet our Chiefs at the Green Dragon.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Our Warren’s there, and bold Revere,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>With hands to do and words to cheer</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>For Liberty and Laws!</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Our country’s “Braves” and firm defenders,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Shall ne’er be left by true North-Enders,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Fighting Freedom’s cause!</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Then rally boys, and hasten on</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>To meet our Chiefs at the Green Dragon.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkNNMMMkBhpnTyN0ErnZW_BGGa6U5VsBnIFs7WLDma8Nm6TaIr3jJkJp0naar1UD31VtGcpc5ASbkR5Z6g7KmFusxsPcrjollROvix5u6dW-VkJ9Je5XPSg2X_QYmRy2W5lD_G0SjqWjZEQpeeiWoou25zPtGs4u90xE9rOxJbEOnymf14n3aSgGUZYg/s1365/q%202023%20-%2012-14%20002%20250th%20Anniversary%20of%20Boston%20Tea%20Party.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="932" data-original-width="1365" height="468" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkNNMMMkBhpnTyN0ErnZW_BGGa6U5VsBnIFs7WLDma8Nm6TaIr3jJkJp0naar1UD31VtGcpc5ASbkR5Z6g7KmFusxsPcrjollROvix5u6dW-VkJ9Je5XPSg2X_QYmRy2W5lD_G0SjqWjZEQpeeiWoou25zPtGs4u90xE9rOxJbEOnymf14n3aSgGUZYg/w688-h468/q%202023%20-%2012-14%20002%20250th%20Anniversary%20of%20Boston%20Tea%20Party.jpg" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Where we went to plan the Consignment of a few shiploads of tea.<br />Dec. 16, 1773"<br /><i style="text-align: left;">It was deemed the headquarters of the revolution” by Samuel Adams, Daniel Webster, and Paul Revere, </i><span style="text-align: left;"> the Tavern explains. </span><i style="text-align: left;">The idea of the British to capture Sam Adams and John Hancock were discovered at the Green Dragon Tavern,</i><span style="text-align: left;"> is printed on the placemats inside. It was here where the Boston Tea Party was planned.<br /></span></span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">According to historian J.L. Bell (click <a href="https://boston1775.blogspot.com/">HERE</a> to visit his page), he is doubtful this "rallying song" was an actual rallying cry at that time:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><i>"The internal evidence gives good reason to doubt that the men involved in destroying the tea sang these words that night. Why would people before or shortly after committing an illegal act declaim where they were meeting (“at the Green Dragon”) and who their leaders were (Dr. Joseph Warren and Paul Revere)?</i></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><i>As shown by John Johnson’s picture of the Green Dragon, Boston’s post-Revolutionary Freemasons celebrated the link between their lodge and the destruction of the tea. Older members of that lodge knew Warren, and even younger men (...) probably knew Revere, who lived to 1818. And I think one of those men composed this song to honor their forebears’ actions—not to rally men behind them in 1773."</i></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div><div><u>An epilogue of sorts:</u></div><div><b>December 17, 1773</b> - On the morning after 340 chests of tea had been emptied of their contents and the remnants thrown into the harbor, the debris could be seen down the shoreline. According to tea party participant George Robert Twelves Hewes, a number of men rowed out into the harbor to break up any clumps of tea and broken crates remaining on the surface. 15-year-old John Robinson came across a mostly intact tea chest on Dorchester Flats, a large muddy bank just southeast of Griffin's Wharf, picked it up and took it home. His family hid it in his home for many years until after the Revolutionary War. </div><div>Dubbed “The Robinson Tea Chest," this wooden box would be handed down through generations of family stewards who understood and respected its significance and held its favor with the same curiosity as young John Robinson did in December of 1773. This tea chest passed from the Robinson to the Shaffstall to the Ford and finally to the Goodman family before being acquired by Historic Tours of America to be on permanent display at the Boston Tea Party Ships & Museum. The Robinson Tea Chest is the only known surviving tea chest from the Boston Tea Party and is on permanent display in that museum!</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3lCEsjJwiX-0knka-l67lZ4gcfIsq200RW5nT7aoTVd-frfPnlVO228lvjnBjPSeCTgU0Z7nnobewCz-dORN2HLnNcPd_XZf11YRBdjqN1DxyDFwXzVQJ__F4OegtNQCTYgUQ52aZQjPz9kpjCKlbHSc1VVCSyIeHMrl6bjeoFYWy8SomTeg5ZVg/s2000/q%202023%20-%2012-16%20001%20250th%20Anniversary%20of%20Boston%20Tea%20Party.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="2000" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3lCEsjJwiX-0knka-l67lZ4gcfIsq200RW5nT7aoTVd-frfPnlVO228lvjnBjPSeCTgU0Z7nnobewCz-dORN2HLnNcPd_XZf11YRBdjqN1DxyDFwXzVQJ__F4OegtNQCTYgUQ52aZQjPz9kpjCKlbHSc1VVCSyIeHMrl6bjeoFYWy8SomTeg5ZVg/w640-h640/q%202023%20-%2012-16%20001%20250th%20Anniversary%20of%20Boston%20Tea%20Party.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The Robinson Tea Chest - an original!!</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div><br /></div><div>And my own little Boston Tea Party collectible - - - - - </div><div>As you may or may not know, I collect Bicentennial items, celebrating America's 200th birthday.</div><div>And here is something kind of cool I saw and purchased:</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh_osJhQxYcZvUfxRi2jbzelkEdfZMeyB77ssSmXosw_26DLOsryfKXi0MKmGyGa3-E5KwA6uKMzdK0nrXwupw8JOLB-2kv3nhJhjnSKDA39ifnY4obKO7gWFYsvETtl4939X7N2kDSo7WF8vvUxa3KivrlAXkjHtRzrgq1_QWWeP_aX_vnp9f0UL2zg/s1040/q%202023%20-%2012-14%20011%20250th%20Anniversary%20of%20Boston%20Tea%20Party.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="780" data-original-width="1040" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh_osJhQxYcZvUfxRi2jbzelkEdfZMeyB77ssSmXosw_26DLOsryfKXi0MKmGyGa3-E5KwA6uKMzdK0nrXwupw8JOLB-2kv3nhJhjnSKDA39ifnY4obKO7gWFYsvETtl4939X7N2kDSo7WF8vvUxa3KivrlAXkjHtRzrgq1_QWWeP_aX_vnp9f0UL2zg/w640-h480/q%202023%20-%2012-14%20011%20250th%20Anniversary%20of%20Boston%20Tea%20Party.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A 1973 Boston Tea Party Bicentennial Commemoration Decanter - celebrating the</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">very beginnings of the American Revolution - the 200th anniversary.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And now we're at the 250th...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5MY3XIoTH7vypy9DbSdvMSDqvbq9jFnpZqK2vo7kPzSS1QLmVbWVr_noJZm4JTB_TvK-pkzknxCgK8SmtkrVSQGTe_WNOwW8Wqm76NnR6mF5ynRWLOIKO48ig0X6-xHcMPqylwLiDSNi4L1LPRpGyAWsmZ93eerWwtx4xfWmtxYoTFxz8awLs3nCPsg/s776/q%202023%20-%2012-14%20012%20250th%20Anniversary%20of%20Boston%20Tea%20Party.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="776" data-original-width="603" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5MY3XIoTH7vypy9DbSdvMSDqvbq9jFnpZqK2vo7kPzSS1QLmVbWVr_noJZm4JTB_TvK-pkzknxCgK8SmtkrVSQGTe_WNOwW8Wqm76NnR6mF5ynRWLOIKO48ig0X6-xHcMPqylwLiDSNi4L1LPRpGyAWsmZ93eerWwtx4xfWmtxYoTFxz8awLs3nCPsg/w498-h640/q%202023%20-%2012-14%20012%20250th%20Anniversary%20of%20Boston%20Tea%20Party.jpg" width="498" /></a></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div>I'm trying to find 250th "cool"-ectibles, but there are not very many to be had. Perhaps as we get closer to 2026.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Intolerable Acts of 1774:</span></b><br />In response to colonial resistance to British rule during the winter of 1773–74, Parliament was determined to reassert its authority in America and passed four acts that were known as the Coercive Acts in Britain but were labeled the Intolerable Acts by the colonists. Because Boston had been the center of resistance, the acts targeted Boston and Massachusetts in particular.</div><div>The four Intolerable Acts passed by Parliament in 1774 in response to colonial resistance to British rule were </div><div>(1) the Boston Port Bill, which closed Boston Harbor; </div><div>(2) the Massachusetts Government Act, which replaced the elective local government with an appointive one and increased the powers of the military governor; </div><div>(3) the Administration of Justice Act, which allowed British officials charged with capital offenses to be tried in another colony or in England; </div><div>(4) the Quartering Act, which permitted the requisition of unoccupied buildings to house British troops.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Much of the information here came from three sources: <a href="https://www.bostonteapartyship.com/?fbclid=IwAR26o5s33PzD5CZ4HBW2GIZz5-FhVtkWtulDDpuZtL5JZlZllvsUVDSq7Fw">Boston Tea Party Museum</a>, <a href="https://www.history.com/news/boston-tea-party-surprising-facts">History</a>, and <a href="https://allthingsliberty.com/?s=boston+tea+party">Journal of the American Revolution</a>.</div><div>Also, you might enjoy reading about what happened at the <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2018/03/the-bloody-massacre-in-king-street.html">Boston Massacre</a></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjcq1PT_j4H1g4X3f5ulQC3byMF1N7B1G4KHqksJgfBkprYFgW_SdqO3tRpQ84_Ofruv_iiEbV5Z187j3EV4YAdqQ7VKSHW_L-KL3rt3oxCLdDTR4MVVyIAOeiMNUnYGb_hg9sOixDnKfJyivekKgGT0cq-ubxsZXHmRFsYFnfuN7anUTBT8LLMIA5Fg/s634/q%202023%20-%2012-14%20006%20250th%20Anniversary%20of%20Boston%20Tea%20Party.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="473" data-original-width="634" height="478" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjcq1PT_j4H1g4X3f5ulQC3byMF1N7B1G4KHqksJgfBkprYFgW_SdqO3tRpQ84_Ofruv_iiEbV5Z187j3EV4YAdqQ7VKSHW_L-KL3rt3oxCLdDTR4MVVyIAOeiMNUnYGb_hg9sOixDnKfJyivekKgGT0cq-ubxsZXHmRFsYFnfuN7anUTBT8LLMIA5Fg/w640-h478/q%202023%20-%2012-14%20006%20250th%20Anniversary%20of%20Boston%20Tea%20Party.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The official logo of <br />America's Semiquincentennial - 250th birthday</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><i>"On July 4, 2026, our nation will commemorate the 250th anniversary of the founding of the United States. The journey toward this historic milestone is an opportunity to pause and reflect on our nation’s past, honor the contributions of all Americans, and look ahead toward the future we want to create for the next generation and beyond."</i></div><div>Click <a href="https://america250.org/">HERE</a> for more information on America's 250th celebration.</div><div><br /></div><div>Until next time, see you in time.</div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">~~~</span> ~~ <span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: medium;">~~~</span></div>Historical Kenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04979801752112100293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56451385109293718.post-43579466868729131832023-12-07T09:57:00.002-05:002023-12-07T10:00:02.712-05:00Black Friday at Greenfield Village 2023 <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtH5U0XvfU4Pz6ODOHzkjo3a6HhHsG1v2FtXxATvTXnqnfKPVmhNUY9BrK0ZR_2mdA_E3xVkC28A8gUqFJz12OkW_BWYIgTSNg3RMDrnCvlyrujG8FxLLZkSqE4hEnKW1Ik22s2ZMgjnCU68fYC0IdQPzQd9ZkOZTVLqrz4HXkjeJrtkrcfBVjYYULBQ/s840/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20043%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV%20Loretta%20Tester.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="437" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtH5U0XvfU4Pz6ODOHzkjo3a6HhHsG1v2FtXxATvTXnqnfKPVmhNUY9BrK0ZR_2mdA_E3xVkC28A8gUqFJz12OkW_BWYIgTSNg3RMDrnCvlyrujG8FxLLZkSqE4hEnKW1Ik22s2ZMgjnCU68fYC0IdQPzQd9ZkOZTVLqrz4HXkjeJrtkrcfBVjYYULBQ/w290-h437/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20043%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV%20Loretta%20Tester.jpg" width="290" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The shadow and spirit of the present...<br />and the past...is within me.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><div>Since 2009, I've spent most Black Fridays - this "holiday for shoppers" - visiting the past at Greenfield Village. Though this visit usually happens on Black Friday itself, many times it has occurred on the Saturday or Sunday following, sometimes with family and sometimes with friends. Or with both family <i>and </i>friends.</div><div>14 years so far, and counting.</div><div>Thanksgiving weekend is the last time until April that Greenfield Village will be open during the daytime hours, so it is a must for me to make one last stroll along the historic streets before it's shut down.</div><div>Greenfield Village is my solace...my sanity...so, yes, it is a must for me.</div><div>Just like my <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/04/opening-day-at-greenfield-village-2023.html">first visit of the season in spring</a> (and numerous others during the summer and fall), I like to accent my final visit by wearing period clothing. And since 2014, always in Colonial/1770s garb.</div></div>Okay, I have to admit, I really dislike the shopping premise of Black Friday and the idea that many think of it as an extension of the Thanksgiving Holiday.<div style="text-align: left;"><div>(((shudder)))</div><div>If you are a Black Friday person, I hope your day is wonderful. I really do.</div></div><div style="text-align: left;">Me?</div><div style="text-align: left;">Here is my version of celebrating the day after Thanksgiving - it is a meme I created from when I visited Colonial Williamsburg a while back - - - </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJGm2Ypc9URCOHjConfvHASf9sTwaEUTHNoy2sho8iQm9W4oxRzK3G5PBYosaIWR8MEIe1TfkC_2zUTbo0YgyLkNrwmrAEy1r918gY2Tk_61hj7yAWvYdANnncTq4Ls-X9530_CIYVG9UNlPX09jauJx4VUqiPVeqbbEbQZTAQQTTBJzYB0FVtVK84HA/s960/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20001%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="670" data-original-width="960" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJGm2Ypc9URCOHjConfvHASf9sTwaEUTHNoy2sho8iQm9W4oxRzK3G5PBYosaIWR8MEIe1TfkC_2zUTbo0YgyLkNrwmrAEy1r918gY2Tk_61hj7yAWvYdANnncTq4Ls-X9530_CIYVG9UNlPX09jauJx4VUqiPVeqbbEbQZTAQQTTBJzYB0FVtVK84HA/w688-h480/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20001%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Well, I figured that since I was already up to do my morning chores, I might as well see what deals were to be had at the John Greenhow Store. Well, let me tell you, I got such savings on feed, candle wicking, pottery cups, journals & diaries, quill and ink, tins, wrought-iron decorations, playing cards, barrels, furs, guns, fabric...something for everyone on my list! </span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>Yes, let's celebrate that day when millions upon millions of people, just a day before, were thankful for all they had, and now feel they must awaken at 3 in the morning (or earlier) to stand in line, freezing, to purchase <b>more more more buy buy buy!!!!! </b><i>Buy things. Everybody buy. It doesn’t matter what you buy. Just buy. It doesn’t matter if you don’t have money. Just buy. If you are alive you must buy. Buy like you breathe, only more frequently</i>. </div><div>Nope. </div><div>Don't think I will. </div><div>You do you, and I'll do me. </div><div>In fact, I think I'll dive into the time-travel mobile and continue my time-travel adventures...</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXujQxx72qEHjRRR-19QcLfhPOeFNrr9ZdMhU0OvWeGvaY6XPfRNasHlHxtKDqJAoxZ2etYMt7Jq5Wt1I6qEItpUj5ZOrBdJ-Ci_8U1BtPZ8l4H1DgvoIWcnwWCg6yrZ-OufOf8nvLlPRcdke30cNrucQF0UWJTNgA8a5Pydh2IDjigbnZqmZElWDMYQ/s1379/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20002%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="781" data-original-width="1379" height="390" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXujQxx72qEHjRRR-19QcLfhPOeFNrr9ZdMhU0OvWeGvaY6XPfRNasHlHxtKDqJAoxZ2etYMt7Jq5Wt1I6qEItpUj5ZOrBdJ-Ci_8U1BtPZ8l4H1DgvoIWcnwWCg6yrZ-OufOf8nvLlPRcdke30cNrucQF0UWJTNgA8a5Pydh2IDjigbnZqmZElWDMYQ/w689-h390/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20002%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="689" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The first picture shows the year 1970 with a </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">late '60s Ford Mustang traveling on a road through a mountain </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">pass in North Carolina </span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvNPQyTSNrMssqGb7gHnzOVz9cV-Vz4V4mZIeorz8BIjgL3YZj06-WhvXCUlVp6bp4AX8AvftrmMGOHPexhLvU3yzv_MJGsQfg9mAEpc2v0IgY02QH3m-WKJP1aSkQQFA9V_X7szk8jAOgngU7wvALS1gZjjvZTUsOiyXCI8sW7ZV3acS43G2ASzumWQ/s1312/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20003%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="747" data-original-width="1312" height="392" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvNPQyTSNrMssqGb7gHnzOVz9cV-Vz4V4mZIeorz8BIjgL3YZj06-WhvXCUlVp6bp4AX8AvftrmMGOHPexhLvU3yzv_MJGsQfg9mAEpc2v0IgY02QH3m-WKJP1aSkQQFA9V_X7szk8jAOgngU7wvALS1gZjjvZTUsOiyXCI8sW7ZV3acS43G2ASzumWQ/w689-h392/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20003%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="689" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The second shows a bit of time overlap, with two time periods </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">blending a bit...</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFDLTjbvxtCxcVc9YnUK9CYwuEfy5BbePRu5VQwWEa9GiEiWaWGrtMv8DFby3pLbTH6nNMIMAP_Iz7wYzN2AYO0WgtugwnrfDv4_mRs59GjAyeXi9suJPKQEE5vCKWLfuXmCs9PYXZCDmfq71pjSxwdRAoMlpz2EsgJI7a5K0ZkdNNBDrAYkAGtbmBiA/s1242/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20004%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="695" data-original-width="1242" height="385" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFDLTjbvxtCxcVc9YnUK9CYwuEfy5BbePRu5VQwWEa9GiEiWaWGrtMv8DFby3pLbTH6nNMIMAP_Iz7wYzN2AYO0WgtugwnrfDv4_mRs59GjAyeXi9suJPKQEE5vCKWLfuXmCs9PYXZCDmfq71pjSxwdRAoMlpz2EsgJI7a5K0ZkdNNBDrAYkAGtbmBiA/w687-h385/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20004%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="687" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">...and the third photo shows the same pathway, as it was in 1768.</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><i>(The above three photos I snatched from the Outlander TV series)</i><div><i><br /></i></div><div>For me, the reason why Thanksgiving Weekend is so important to visit Greenfield Village is because it is the final weekend of the year for the Village to be open during the daytime, for through December they are only open for the ticketed Holiday Nights event. Now, I do go to Holiday Nights, but I will miss the daytime visits greatly.</div><div>We moved past this house built in the mid-19th century - the Ford Home.<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS11lD3kDndVVXBA8W8YmfGDA1FlpqaEcha3gSTvKTTQTiJe5dCBk7R2xt42O1rrgSicOkyi1ioTuiabJBMk_wVU4L5ofq7SkAn9LK-IO4AkGW1mQ7xWjz3xA9qxFM1rA1h8BDb9mCr3Cr1FQ9o_pss0-D5p2Q9xtL-mY2n2EQEeJGT3bli37c1Rw59A/s1620/q%202023%20-%2012-08%20041%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="725" data-original-width="1620" height="305" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS11lD3kDndVVXBA8W8YmfGDA1FlpqaEcha3gSTvKTTQTiJe5dCBk7R2xt42O1rrgSicOkyi1ioTuiabJBMk_wVU4L5ofq7SkAn9LK-IO4AkGW1mQ7xWjz3xA9qxFM1rA1h8BDb9mCr3Cr1FQ9o_pss0-D5p2Q9xtL-mY2n2EQEeJGT3bli37c1Rw59A/w683-h305/q%202023%20-%2012-08%20041%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="683" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A carriage pulled by a couple of horses moves past the Birthplace of Henry Ford.<br />The inside of the Ford Home is already decorated for a 1776 Christmas:<br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzXZvgJPW59WKet7koEtrKTOTpZbF9spcV7vhIsYJ4n1lDcCrp5L8gUvpD_ZB7IoFpY1j8d_mRLT2oEEAeCVjFpSTz5LnbVZ7eGT9acUXo5mBlky0wdP-sIVnRg45-TfDC68JOgCl-jK-JEiNcHA8EeekJUglBtkdU7WdMWHrnWr8VWPw3-9Xapxsxig/s1007/q%202023%20-%2012-08%20042%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1007" data-original-width="666" height="805" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzXZvgJPW59WKet7koEtrKTOTpZbF9spcV7vhIsYJ4n1lDcCrp5L8gUvpD_ZB7IoFpY1j8d_mRLT2oEEAeCVjFpSTz5LnbVZ7eGT9acUXo5mBlky0wdP-sIVnRg45-TfDC68JOgCl-jK-JEiNcHA8EeekJUglBtkdU7WdMWHrnWr8VWPw3-9Xapxsxig/w533-h805/q%202023%20-%2012-08%20042%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="533" /></a><span style="font-size: medium;"><br />And if you look closely, you can see the table-top Christmas Tree in the parlor.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div><div>We - as in my friends & I - moved past the Village business district to head to the far side...heading east toward the colonial portion of Greenfield Village.</div><div>We stopped to admire the natural beauty before crossing the Ackley Covered Bridge.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCneEmGFhky5QxoN5BzrZcIEz3hHFYcHn00Bm3sC3l5fDaiWrDWjvmlRYrylbWGtKf0omy_RCBulWCFR0keXGt3TGYF1WAo4tOEmdawi3yXbQFHYdchN57WHmkrpmTSMjmGxurtDWegUvIPYREIZOsfJ3jjqULuKHHDCC6cCzjNO2WPNC9r4xv_VY3NA/s819/q%202023%20-%2012-08%20044%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="819" data-original-width="803" height="700" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCneEmGFhky5QxoN5BzrZcIEz3hHFYcHn00Bm3sC3l5fDaiWrDWjvmlRYrylbWGtKf0omy_RCBulWCFR0keXGt3TGYF1WAo4tOEmdawi3yXbQFHYdchN57WHmkrpmTSMjmGxurtDWegUvIPYREIZOsfJ3jjqULuKHHDCC6cCzjNO2WPNC9r4xv_VY3NA/w687-h700/q%202023%20-%2012-08%20044%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="687" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Norm & Charlotte~<br />The weeping willow tree leaves are hanging on, even this late in the year.</span></td></tr></tbody></table>So we then crossed the Ackley Covered Bridge, built in 1832. Now, during the time we are dressed for - mid-to-late 18th century - there were no covered bridges in America: they did not come around until the early 1800s - 1805, in fact. I learned this only a few scant years ago. To some it is no big deal; it makes for a nice picture. </div><div>Which it does, but a few of us in Citizens of the American Colonies have a sort of rallying cry to "up our game," meaning to do our best not to have anachronisms in our midst. </div><div>Are we perfect? </div><div>Are we there yet? </div><div>No and no. </div><div>But we are working on it. </div><div>And I know to some this is only dressing up for a visit and not an "official" event. However, I am going to start insisting that for those wanting to be with our group on these quick made up day events to also work on "upping their game," rather than just be blasé' about it. This is important to me - it's almost like a practice run - so we should always do out best to be "there." </div><div>Sometimes certain things cannot be helped, such as while at Greenfield Village, oftentimes you'll find photos of us dressed 1770s with a building from the 19th century in the background. For the most part, I really make a conscious effort to not have such a photo taken of me, though if visitors ask to take pictures, I don't argue. </div><div>It happens.</div><div>But in virtually every picture in this week's post, I am either in or near actual 18th century buildings or, at the very least, in or near a structure that can pass for one.</div><div>I will make sure to point each out here, to keep it all on the up and up.</div><div>By the way, I did do a fun sort of purposefully farby "creative anachronism" posting a few years ago you might enjoy (click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2020/04/purposely-farby-during-pandemic-having.html"><b>HERE</b></a>)<br /><div><br /></div><div>Our immersion experience is being surrounded by the past.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimF9GKk31Z75en7WXqmN_U0FDDcBHrg_3VBXxe-srL_ro5Qg4IMm79XjwKpG97WG9jN7whTkwOvOO2oPW46iHrBgKfL2W0y0NKRqA7DZ398tCEjGagdSQ9gzIQ_QdTGXUdJB1doicpf1JWghKzBb2q4v_QjW2sDGFGSyTSloBuXvgnOvR7Uibj6rW1PQ/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20005%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="456" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimF9GKk31Z75en7WXqmN_U0FDDcBHrg_3VBXxe-srL_ro5Qg4IMm79XjwKpG97WG9jN7whTkwOvOO2oPW46iHrBgKfL2W0y0NKRqA7DZ398tCEjGagdSQ9gzIQ_QdTGXUdJB1doicpf1JWghKzBb2q4v_QjW2sDGFGSyTSloBuXvgnOvR7Uibj6rW1PQ/w686-h456/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20005%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="686" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">One of our first stops was at the mid-18th century home of John Giddings.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;">The home of John Giddings is a wonderful example of an upper-middle class merchant home, showing life in the mid-to-late 1700s.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7CgZFeF7ffUIjm4CEHR2QtqdBiePi1YkLubL9OBkDiSGkFOFtaKxrR6aKXywAtQ9edD3GQGQTzxz-tfJEb-RXvD0gjAI1-vEDfyVB2OGZP2bCJdATtC6hULurt-trN7c81iXhjhaXQOVJGPqlhxsni_7U8NDjr14XrogYr3xlzHzD8UY6M8O7ouzHAw/s887/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20006%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="887" data-original-width="665" height="718" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7CgZFeF7ffUIjm4CEHR2QtqdBiePi1YkLubL9OBkDiSGkFOFtaKxrR6aKXywAtQ9edD3GQGQTzxz-tfJEb-RXvD0gjAI1-vEDfyVB2OGZP2bCJdATtC6hULurt-trN7c81iXhjhaXQOVJGPqlhxsni_7U8NDjr14XrogYr3xlzHzD8UY6M8O7ouzHAw/w539-h718/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20006%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="539" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Up to the bed chamber inside the Giddings House...<br />"Bed chamber" is the same as what we today call a "bed room" - <br />a place to sleep. As far as I can tell, the name changed over the course<br />of the 19th century.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;">As a living historian, I often will try to use such verbiage (as "bed chamber," for instance), though being a far cry from colonial 1st person. And even sometimes I'll find a few of these words from the past sneaking into my present conversations.</div><div style="text-align: left;">You, too?</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-Z2DBIPr1wKr_nylWZkMXD9PVEmSLv51qkSTwfy2EKy5GGrkRzWUG9amg7wz4c74NrV1-8KXiFgQJzU1qw21SVFlW1tQZpnni2kDDGZZrq_QBxJLJyeN8QviqL07SzkO6BjI-zltv_A3vKkg062oJcT1XyfMwc75zaG0Em86STFowAaw-Oz62fC6W4A/s2048/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20028%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV%20Kathy%20Hall%20Brock.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1907" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-Z2DBIPr1wKr_nylWZkMXD9PVEmSLv51qkSTwfy2EKy5GGrkRzWUG9amg7wz4c74NrV1-8KXiFgQJzU1qw21SVFlW1tQZpnni2kDDGZZrq_QBxJLJyeN8QviqL07SzkO6BjI-zltv_A3vKkg062oJcT1XyfMwc75zaG0Em86STFowAaw-Oz62fC6W4A/w596-h640/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20028%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV%20Kathy%20Hall%20Brock.jpg" width="596" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Another posed photo in front of Giddings.<br />You see a variety of clothing styles here, all of the same period, <br />and all reflecting our class (or status) in life. </span><br />A Kathy Brock photograph~</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Across the street from Giddings sits the home once belonging to Thomas Plympton, built sometime in the very early 1700s. This is actually the second Plympton Home, for the first one was built around 1640 but had caught fire and was burned down in the early 1700's. I am not certain exactly when this newer structure was completed, though we can safely assume it was probably not long after the first house burned. And we also know that it was built around the same brick chimney and hearth from the first home, which has a brick dated from 1640. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbbd2JtsfCUZKeemea_RHgbzy2XL2ZzKdnSz0xS5dZiMzR5EWnU-BMSrRBXOC3kPDR-VDkgiOFc2wqOFI-gjkqeG4GXd4apmxmTrSG67U0XDwQYR0B5w2km4OXyGkv_Z7YDKnlSlh7OxyTgNpXgE17ZnuzpBne_kVPYJRTJeTmiI3ZOs1cku6CHWF84Q/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20026%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="457" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbbd2JtsfCUZKeemea_RHgbzy2XL2ZzKdnSz0xS5dZiMzR5EWnU-BMSrRBXOC3kPDR-VDkgiOFc2wqOFI-gjkqeG4GXd4apmxmTrSG67U0XDwQYR0B5w2km4OXyGkv_Z7YDKnlSlh7OxyTgNpXgE17ZnuzpBne_kVPYJRTJeTmiI3ZOs1cku6CHWF84Q/w686-h457/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20026%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="686" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Do you suppose Thomas Plympton, the the leading Whig in Sudbury, is home - - ?</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;">In this case, Whig meant that Thomas Plympton was an American colonist who supported the idea of, and eventual act of, the American Revolution</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3bo0JVokHdB1ETnJsSV0_5IGKoon23teL5bk8Mfyqesb40HSb4Llja15jc6MuM7F-WQCTy9UxTq9wSmlQf14S_qZoeXn-uzp9DssZoRW15k8obV1mzdEgVYrKxw7_7wVE5wGUO318__fYWqHnqVlGLzaM_CBI6W0DkquSQ5TBIbF1qwV8o_hy2e3I2Q/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20027%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="459" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3bo0JVokHdB1ETnJsSV0_5IGKoon23teL5bk8Mfyqesb40HSb4Llja15jc6MuM7F-WQCTy9UxTq9wSmlQf14S_qZoeXn-uzp9DssZoRW15k8obV1mzdEgVYrKxw7_7wVE5wGUO318__fYWqHnqVlGLzaM_CBI6W0DkquSQ5TBIbF1qwV8o_hy2e3I2Q/w690-h459/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20027%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="690" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Lynn is knocking on the very same door that Abel Prescott pounded on in the early morning hours of April 19, 1775 to let Plympton know about the British Regular Army marching on Concord. Abel was the brother of Samuel Prescott, a rider with Paul Revere and William Dawes!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;">For some reason, Greenfield Village does not make note of this house's small connection to the Revolutionary War. I myself initially found this information while researching the house at the Benson Ford Research Library on the same campus as Greenfield Village. I then took it further and found other books and information stating the same.</div><div style="text-align: left;">No question on this house's connection to history.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3EHg9Z01RU5_pVIa-96unxF3AaCLfYsfKTWbGxvA_RtaiTWT6BZtovm09FgljNOpuYYOR4iPy2IDYa6gnYvKhxgl5lBS3OV9sPBclXxmDLmCj20_oqGc8wjqZM6fwu1gnrHJfQFN-9r_IVYugSEeBgiPBN3gbJM_BREYRVYFYI-Huqb0Pg713y5smgQ/s840/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20018%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3EHg9Z01RU5_pVIa-96unxF3AaCLfYsfKTWbGxvA_RtaiTWT6BZtovm09FgljNOpuYYOR4iPy2IDYa6gnYvKhxgl5lBS3OV9sPBclXxmDLmCj20_oqGc8wjqZM6fwu1gnrHJfQFN-9r_IVYugSEeBgiPBN3gbJM_BREYRVYFYI-Huqb0Pg713y5smgQ/w426-h640/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20018%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="426" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">These walls talk---are you listening to their stories?<br />Yep---inside the Plympton Home.</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;">As it stands currently, upon moving through the doorway the visitor will hear a recording automatically begin to play...some singing initially, then a dinner conversation, the voices almost like ghosts as we listen in on a family planning their day...a day three hundred years ago.</div>All help to tell the early 18th century (hi)story of this house and those who lived in it. <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiPa1Fdgwtlp2GsxS2YedyJG_bJqA5ptXqknW1_Stpp7zR54lr9WM7BA_g0Hny7deYpx0H_zSzXDWPrKABjYhrZbFSjvD6tI6h1nurxvodQ6gku0zBj2NQBk6sVMG4psq1prw5TRNvXowpDU_Qxj0FXBl3icgl0wy_Qbt1KeRUWyAZzwlM0fv66caAFg/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20020%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="461" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiPa1Fdgwtlp2GsxS2YedyJG_bJqA5ptXqknW1_Stpp7zR54lr9WM7BA_g0Hny7deYpx0H_zSzXDWPrKABjYhrZbFSjvD6tI6h1nurxvodQ6gku0zBj2NQBk6sVMG4psq1prw5TRNvXowpDU_Qxj0FXBl3icgl0wy_Qbt1KeRUWyAZzwlM0fv66caAFg/w693-h461/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20020%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="693" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Life in the early 1700s~<br />This room, which was the kitchen, dining room, and living room all rolled into one, has its own story to tell. For a quick overview we can see a large wooden box off to the right. This was a rare inside well - most wells were outdoors. We also know that the bricks of the fireplace were made by hand and are of various sizes. There are various chairs surrounding the table, known as a hutch table, with two <span style="text-align: left;">of them called Carver while the others are known as </span>"ladder back chairs," which were very popular during the time, as was the red-painted wooden "settle" left of center with its high back. With a quick scan of the room we can see various other historic objects such as the cooking implements near the hearth, a bed warmer, a butter churn, a large "great wheel" (or walking wheel) for spinning, plates made of redware, wood, pewter or even tin, candle sticks, drinking vessels made of horn and pewter...<br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">On the left we have a blanket chest from </span><span style="font-size: medium;">1680 to 1700. Next, on the back wall, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>there is a hutch (with no </span><span>year given). </span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></td><td class="tr-caption"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"> </td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;">I have a Facebook friend, Kimberly Elder, who lives in New England, and she has traced her direct ancestry to this house.</div><div style="text-align: left;">How cool is that?</div><div style="text-align: left;">So I do try to take photos for her during my visits. And she has often thought of me as portraying her multiple-great grandfather, Thomas Plympton, who was awakened by Abel Prescott back in April of 1775.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhjuThnRNee7iEKEO_uQCymVbQbhYvZissL_7_Ow-TsC66Ol18ce4iq3RLCUMLxlpZA7UcdTms3mVJi1PcayIcbvWkX2HZshRuYgFalBRidL2rNCz3l0fUUFP-ZAloOXM205wjBpShMr0iO-R-0AfO-lehVS-NjkAal_Ul_SLplAtYPJTbX4YzdcHYfA/s840/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20021%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="723" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhjuThnRNee7iEKEO_uQCymVbQbhYvZissL_7_Ow-TsC66Ol18ce4iq3RLCUMLxlpZA7UcdTms3mVJi1PcayIcbvWkX2HZshRuYgFalBRidL2rNCz3l0fUUFP-ZAloOXM205wjBpShMr0iO-R-0AfO-lehVS-NjkAal_Ul_SLplAtYPJTbX4YzdcHYfA/w481-h723/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20021%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="481" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And look what we have just across the way!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Daggett!</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaWowx7a8qQD_2IHvlniLBx_Bpn6V-5-IAiRLHo1Kz8D26mlAakjsAhprVBhlE99A66mofEUiICX1COSxWi1hF5oL2ttqUO9zo1vFNiNHoe1mp71DViQV-3s5eQTTDKEIKCZamQGqV782CFGyB67nSl6-FwdJp6mfMfqhVRO6nzBGNiSH87IjBsm-6gA/s1436/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20007%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="819" data-original-width="1436" height="393" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaWowx7a8qQD_2IHvlniLBx_Bpn6V-5-IAiRLHo1Kz8D26mlAakjsAhprVBhlE99A66mofEUiICX1COSxWi1hF5oL2ttqUO9zo1vFNiNHoe1mp71DViQV-3s5eQTTDKEIKCZamQGqV782CFGyB67nSl6-FwdJp6mfMfqhVRO6nzBGNiSH87IjBsm-6gA/w687-h393/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20007%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="687" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sam Daggett's house, built around 1750 or so.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div></div></div><div style="text-align: left;">Yes, my favorite house - structure - inside Greenfield Village.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><div>So what "spell" does the Daggett House hold on me?</div><div>Well, it is not a spell at all. Rather, for me, Samuel Daggett, his family and his life, just seems to fit the criteria of...<i>me</i>...had I lived back in those mid-18th century days.</div><div>But, as for my passion for this house:</div><div>A) The house is an authentic historical artifact that was built around 1750 (my favorite time-period)</div><div>B) It is restored to look as it may have during the last half of the 18th century (yes!!)</div><div>C) As it sits inside Greenfield Village, period-dress presenters work in and around the house, doing chores and activities of those who actually lived in it when it was first built (I, myself, have watched and learned from a few of these presenters, and then I took their teachings a bit further and researched what they had told me about, and even passed the knowledge along as well)</div><div>D) This more than likely would have been my life had I'da' lived back then (and I'm sort of experiencing it every visit to the frontier cabin - see links at the bottom of this post)</div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0I0hkPmagYnqyy0q8eFcCU6hfxIFyuJK8v3JvVXvjOOwBcBEFakzwhughne_YOPeDL8NdesMyvOmT-SrDRzwGa0DIaI3KAIPTIz0UT0FHIPvPcdA1N_1isOZ5Pu46nUWhZO2qxZEDjUIMj7WyRohCLJFRhMx_z4gMqikzYCMQuBT-nC5wAxONvN80Gg/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20008%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="459" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0I0hkPmagYnqyy0q8eFcCU6hfxIFyuJK8v3JvVXvjOOwBcBEFakzwhughne_YOPeDL8NdesMyvOmT-SrDRzwGa0DIaI3KAIPTIz0UT0FHIPvPcdA1N_1isOZ5Pu46nUWhZO2qxZEDjUIMj7WyRohCLJFRhMx_z4gMqikzYCMQuBT-nC5wAxONvN80Gg/w690-h459/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20008%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="690" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Gotta have that posed group picture in front of the Daggett House!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;">Yes, it is true that if I had the money and was at least 30 years younger, I would replicate this house, as I've read that a local couple did about 15 or 20 years ago.</div><div style="text-align: left;">In fact, here is an article about it as it was in the February 2002 Country Home magazine:<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu0SB0o2RxKHcedsxA4It4bZHPcuqGKCcK_eYtK7L12EgHg6qR2exuJjiFFsaFHkLLRANrogtWGRAzugQNqXyP6TnQgr4fF8-Ej85upZOz3Dk34c5JsjVva0JhtQXiE8VnJB82Z4dsDNrXDaZ8Bs3UzXo_aopOWap2UEI_-1v90sAMpQkMZ1Nv90jeZw/s843/q%202023%20-%2012-08%20050%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="843" data-original-width="668" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu0SB0o2RxKHcedsxA4It4bZHPcuqGKCcK_eYtK7L12EgHg6qR2exuJjiFFsaFHkLLRANrogtWGRAzugQNqXyP6TnQgr4fF8-Ej85upZOz3Dk34c5JsjVva0JhtQXiE8VnJB82Z4dsDNrXDaZ8Bs3UzXo_aopOWap2UEI_-1v90sAMpQkMZ1Nv90jeZw/w508-h640/q%202023%20-%2012-08%20050%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="508" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Page 1<br /></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; 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This is mine. I envy the young couple who were able to make their dream house into a reality.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTa8OAFdq9Srf1rh59Pp5vrJr621AsGxbyw8QBzVOkN8D6kx_XGtSeTp7kuVNKdoBLIEmFcHcRkLKN7khqyH8MIppOSDMDavLPeYexqJj5KOkCowtTSki4zN_k0dHk-iRmFAYhiSUX74amb3FgwTuKLWakOIBhIdSbGl0igmp-dcw5LTrdgv9192dkdQ/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20029%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV%20Kathy%20Hall%20Brock.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="447" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTa8OAFdq9Srf1rh59Pp5vrJr621AsGxbyw8QBzVOkN8D6kx_XGtSeTp7kuVNKdoBLIEmFcHcRkLKN7khqyH8MIppOSDMDavLPeYexqJj5KOkCowtTSki4zN_k0dHk-iRmFAYhiSUX74amb3FgwTuKLWakOIBhIdSbGl0igmp-dcw5LTrdgv9192dkdQ/w672-h447/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20029%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV%20Kathy%20Hall%20Brock.jpg" width="672" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Yeah, </span> <span style="font-size: medium;">I</span><span style="font-size: medium;">'ve had multiple people actually tell me that I'm obsessed with this house.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I laugh at that - I've seen and heard of people who have real obsessions, like some who watch football:</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div><i>"I watch two games on Sunday. I tape three, then I watch the Monday game; Tuesday I watch one of the three I taped, Wednesday I watch another one...I watch the Thursday night game, then Friday I watch the Sunday night game. Saturday I watch college football."</i></div><div>Bill Burr (comedian...but being legit here in his comment) </div><div>Now, I would say <i>that</i> is a bit obsessive.</div><div>But it's cool - it's what he loves.</div><div>My point is, no one blinks an eye at sports obsessions, but me visiting the Daggett House once a week or so, researching the family, and perhaps writing blog posts about it is somehow extreme?</div><div style="text-align: left;">Yeah...you get the picture, huh?</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbKzVWhp3ZHnQgmyJkGVn1dkP2dU-UNrOD_be42xwkRQxlH5KyvUjz6XMDLSkWNtJd3XbStLjPEXtZapK-NzGuJ5Uv1P-dfHfmX7yBN6ql8HqZHgJFXu0UuB8jIWPjGhRc7bDCXKqIjhl_fd-h5uNArufkOMtEig8ETVage8QqWjNrsGajVrsQzlh0rw/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20009%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbKzVWhp3ZHnQgmyJkGVn1dkP2dU-UNrOD_be42xwkRQxlH5KyvUjz6XMDLSkWNtJd3XbStLjPEXtZapK-NzGuJ5Uv1P-dfHfmX7yBN6ql8HqZHgJFXu0UuB8jIWPjGhRc7bDCXKqIjhl_fd-h5uNArufkOMtEig8ETVage8QqWjNrsGajVrsQzlh0rw/w689-h458/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20009%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="689" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">While inside, I spoke a bit with Elda.<br />Or is she Anna Daggett?<br />Elda has been with Greenfield Village for only a year or so, but she has taken <br />to her job wonderfully. One would think she's been there much longer.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivOT5tXSWPcISNNSjaCfVHqnJHKueQxW1rCLSClu_mQLpDUZ1FH2DpoFnGkgLFJov2p_eR92sAdgUC_YHB5ZDF_fJ5e_Y_WrkXUAF1tsMqaWs__B8tNOVRMSKnHhyZoz2Gjg7VC5xw1ahWPvcqUwHgQzE2o8NdQTWmnOeIU8epv55__9nVSOJpvKn_2A/s2383/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20031%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV%20Norman%20Gerring.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2383" data-original-width="1497" height="705" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivOT5tXSWPcISNNSjaCfVHqnJHKueQxW1rCLSClu_mQLpDUZ1FH2DpoFnGkgLFJov2p_eR92sAdgUC_YHB5ZDF_fJ5e_Y_WrkXUAF1tsMqaWs__B8tNOVRMSKnHhyZoz2Gjg7VC5xw1ahWPvcqUwHgQzE2o8NdQTWmnOeIU8epv55__9nVSOJpvKn_2A/w444-h705/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20031%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV%20Norman%20Gerring.jpg" width="444" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Preparing the dinner meal.</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge11uzAh46rUHMVnxcT1EYGR06ItpuxHgCdRWsPwRaPcqpZ90tJvF0StDQimeDAQv_6MFMNKHpVIADj7yMqU6XNJjXAALzkq4DzQD2G8F_XNBI4liVe4L40kBZNlJe43-Z_8357JHwnPcrZsQpin-sAvkze-40bbtWB1pzxSiXWm4IjnQEj-5zAmoKDA/s840/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20011%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="673" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge11uzAh46rUHMVnxcT1EYGR06ItpuxHgCdRWsPwRaPcqpZ90tJvF0StDQimeDAQv_6MFMNKHpVIADj7yMqU6XNJjXAALzkq4DzQD2G8F_XNBI4liVe4L40kBZNlJe43-Z_8357JHwnPcrZsQpin-sAvkze-40bbtWB1pzxSiXWm4IjnQEj-5zAmoKDA/w448-h673/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20011%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="448" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Jackie was so happy to be there, she was just a-glowin'<br />while inside the Daggett kitchen!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;">Being that this is Thanksgiving Weekend, I thought I would include a thankful note that has touched me. I found this particular note, written on Thursday November 21, 1793 by 75 year old Samuel Lane of Stratham, New Hampshire, in one of the books in my home library, and it made me think of Samuel Daggett. The two men were near the same age at the time and, considering their religious conservatism, were probably very similar in many ways:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>As I was musing on my Bed being awake as Usual before Daylight; </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>recollecting the Many Mercies and good things I enjoy for which </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I ought to be thankful this Day;</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The Life & health of myself and family, and also of so many of </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>my Children, grand Children and great grandchildren...</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>for my Bible and Many other good and Useful Books, </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Civil and Religious Priviledges...</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>for my Land, House and Barn and other Buildings, & that they are </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>preserv'd from fire & other accidents.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>for my wearing Clothes to keep me warm, my Bed & Bedding to rest upon.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>for my Cattle, Sheep & Swine & other Creatures, for my support.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>for my Corn, Wheat, Rye Grass and Hay; Wool, flax, Syder, Apples, Pumpkins, Potatoes, cabages, tirnips, Carrots, Beets, peaches and other fruit.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>For my Clock and Watch to measure my passing time by Day and by Night.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Wood, Water, Butter, Cheese, Milk, Pork, Beefe, & fish, &c.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>for Tea, Sugar, Rum, Wine, Gin, Molasses, peper, Spice & Money for to bye other Necessaries and to pay my Debts and Taxes &c.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>for my lether, Lamp oyl & Candles, Husbandry Utensils, & other tools of every sort...</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Bless the Lord O my Soul and all that is within me Bless his holy Name...</i></div><div style="text-align: left;">I believe I could see Samuel Daggett reciting such a prayer, a blessing...</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkRXvUaW7cUWqoqQIrICz7-Xr9JrjihBJmb4PXoFHTtDHCv_DIxAPqKLHIEkyTMiCIkaFTZ3-inb5y0ALoCQ4F1-EEBLxc54MHn3bPMNTAu-BZ5Ikc3V18liPPMkBuevuY6qLHOi6EDySWRWlI8IC9HroWQupAXKJNwEbdQ55Qyq4qoAyQpuvdrT77cQ/s1037/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20044%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV%20Loretta%20Tester.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="778" data-original-width="1037" height="516" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkRXvUaW7cUWqoqQIrICz7-Xr9JrjihBJmb4PXoFHTtDHCv_DIxAPqKLHIEkyTMiCIkaFTZ3-inb5y0ALoCQ4F1-EEBLxc54MHn3bPMNTAu-BZ5Ikc3V18liPPMkBuevuY6qLHOi6EDySWRWlI8IC9HroWQupAXKJNwEbdQ55Qyq4qoAyQpuvdrT77cQ/w688-h516/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20044%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV%20Loretta%20Tester.jpg" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Even though Mr. Daggett did not write this particular prayer, one can easily imagine this man sitting at his writing desk - perhaps in his bed chamber or at the table in the parlor or great hall, quill in hand - early on a cold November morning, the sun arising out of the eastern sky...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Such beautiful and sincere thoughts. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">So glad </span><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Samuel Lane of Stratham, New Hampshire</span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"> "shared" them with us.</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><div><br /></div><div>It was not too busy of a morning so we were able to enjoy some time speaking with the presenters, asking them questions of a deeper nature.</div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9WQ3OCCnfZq7jRDhYriu1R1tdBo3Whh4INr_0CpCC66ljK7wCMzRj_BpRCucEtyg7OPHitzcMdYISoFXOs7kE2nBqE_wp19bfXPCDLASarOJ5NsdA7c4qmqPjeMMaUn5Wxu38u7IXoTlIOQAs0S9uACys7mgivoUoYHXssyzQ6qoy6p-CH4iRov1vrg/s4032/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20032%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV%20Norman%20Gerring.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="685" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9WQ3OCCnfZq7jRDhYriu1R1tdBo3Whh4INr_0CpCC66ljK7wCMzRj_BpRCucEtyg7OPHitzcMdYISoFXOs7kE2nBqE_wp19bfXPCDLASarOJ5NsdA7c4qmqPjeMMaUn5Wxu38u7IXoTlIOQAs0S9uACys7mgivoUoYHXssyzQ6qoy6p-CH4iRov1vrg/w514-h685/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20032%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV%20Norman%20Gerring.jpg" width="514" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Jackie and Charlotte speak to Kristen about hearth cooking ~</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5xhWApTDxtReM_r8TQGo1J0LG_nfjcuCovSA3U3DEF56ALMhxtxsHU3hslEr6Lum0DRHteCupHMebPpaRBCOHWHH2KsHy5YPXh88irPJqBml3Vs8teHFjL8b6DvSkGv6aaxQjMPJj838n8xHVknCHN7MRXmDYGzmAAsYozJxnBx21LYARRkN1KCbFYg/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20010%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="460" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5xhWApTDxtReM_r8TQGo1J0LG_nfjcuCovSA3U3DEF56ALMhxtxsHU3hslEr6Lum0DRHteCupHMebPpaRBCOHWHH2KsHy5YPXh88irPJqBml3Vs8teHFjL8b6DvSkGv6aaxQjMPJj838n8xHVknCHN7MRXmDYGzmAAsYozJxnBx21LYARRkN1KCbFYg/w692-h460/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20010%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="692" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>That's Kirsten & I at the window spring at the 18th century world~<br />Ope---I see visitors a-comin' up the pathway. Time for the rest of us to take our<br />leave so </span><span>Elda and Kirsten can present.</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div>When I see other Greenfield Village guests come into a house I happen to be in as well, I try to make it a point to not remain inside the homes if I am also wearing period clothing, as to not give off an impression that I am an employee, so when I see visitors coming our way, I try to duck out.</div><div>And if I am caught or stuck inside, I keep my mouth shut, for it is not my place to speak to the guests---it is for the house presenters to do so.</div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcu6CFr0mmWkoks17EXH9ZjgDp1eYz0JPs9wN6_Wi950a4afpRT5w0lP1-sIcuiOYTt25XYr40VQO6c5wDYY6pcI0dFAw4HS_8NroUJxXlkbKfK0b7Kmyyj-JYoM4yT8lU_3rHu5_xnSVy2gS8jUJvNB-xFg53E-npMAxhGBahxVeST-QSh7bLDSlQJA/s806/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20030%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV%20Norman%20Gerring.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="806" data-original-width="605" height="765" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcu6CFr0mmWkoks17EXH9ZjgDp1eYz0JPs9wN6_Wi950a4afpRT5w0lP1-sIcuiOYTt25XYr40VQO6c5wDYY6pcI0dFAw4HS_8NroUJxXlkbKfK0b7Kmyyj-JYoM4yT8lU_3rHu5_xnSVy2gS8jUJvNB-xFg53E-npMAxhGBahxVeST-QSh7bLDSlQJA/w574-h765/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20030%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV%20Norman%20Gerring.jpg" width="574" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">With other guests strolling into the house, it was off to visit Roy outside!<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7X5JY7k3amgIUypjPw2QUzWm6RL_nDow6mduSzYiA_zd57TOzPcNiQa3BlJ-lo6NAKctTU9lxi3YWUOmFMTN0Ac6aWRI5gbgslOJ7T9BAYjLzvi5cvnYtY_HP3VP4-e5dr7i8QzDaHHcSsm0tlPI4sOoubA5Vb98TWfR2LNt-uQRbzuE-O5lsBCe5mQ/s949/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20012%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="829" data-original-width="949" height="602" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7X5JY7k3amgIUypjPw2QUzWm6RL_nDow6mduSzYiA_zd57TOzPcNiQa3BlJ-lo6NAKctTU9lxi3YWUOmFMTN0Ac6aWRI5gbgslOJ7T9BAYjLzvi5cvnYtY_HP3VP4-e5dr7i8QzDaHHcSsm0tlPI4sOoubA5Vb98TWfR2LNt-uQRbzuE-O5lsBCe5mQ/w688-h602/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20012%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Charlotte and Elda in the kitchen.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>As guests came in, the rest of us moved out to where presenter Roy was working chopping wood.</div><div style="text-align: left;">If you recall, I visited Roy every week this past summer while he and Chuck <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/09/the-spirit-of-samuel-daggett-lives-on.html">built the new well-sweep</a>.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4bMPwGxw6tl2Jw44zxAEmEXBP_YTQnDmbs2j8Ijtbmzqc1eK9n5lmjd3h-vL2IrDl6d-4gWLeOdvURZk6NEEDjglwZfa532fxMN1TPj7cR1BgonDEMCLoUckat8jly4IYyxvfvQU2rssjLntT3Qs7rT5deWe2oJ-P6K3iXTkqyV0RVxS_L6kKtvI9YA/s1056/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20033%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV%20Norman%20Gerring.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="858" data-original-width="1056" height="585" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4bMPwGxw6tl2Jw44zxAEmEXBP_YTQnDmbs2j8Ijtbmzqc1eK9n5lmjd3h-vL2IrDl6d-4gWLeOdvURZk6NEEDjglwZfa532fxMN1TPj7cR1BgonDEMCLoUckat8jly4IYyxvfvQU2rssjLntT3Qs7rT5deWe2oJ-P6K3iXTkqyV0RVxS_L6kKtvI9YA/w719-h585/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20033%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV%20Norman%20Gerring.jpg" width="719" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">That's the red Plympton House from the early 1700s that we visited earlier there, and <br />on the right side of this photo is the 1633 Farris Windmill, originally built on Cape Cod.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><div>This could be Samuel Daggett gathering the wood he chopped for the upcoming winter months, for all we know (lol). That's one chore that was never-ending, for you can never have enough wood. Most Colonial homes would have needed at least 40 cords of wood for heating and cooking over the course of a year. A cord of wood is roughly a stack of wood 4 feet wide, 4 feet high, and 8 feet long.</div><div><div>Roy here, in his representation of a colonial man like Mr. Daggett, spent a good part of his day with the axe in his hand.</div><div>On such a cool day as this (mid-30s), he was heated twice: </div><div>the first time while chopping the wood, and the second time by burning the wood he chopped. </div></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ5y0fZaBa9v6VuU3bsCdfYJaNWE2WKUrrp7s24pAiYu35UwdCo-RvWfMRRrf_UcON08PkmgBjvpcvX5pvjZNrtI_HsYsIlU_wSMuxS2fD6dCMCil4U5CKBOmrNISIz8UuO5RG-glo3FtyX9tN_qJxLuKRKOoaXEz5KYgl8Wtd1QMrS2E_yjfwnJOZcA/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20013%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="461" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ5y0fZaBa9v6VuU3bsCdfYJaNWE2WKUrrp7s24pAiYu35UwdCo-RvWfMRRrf_UcON08PkmgBjvpcvX5pvjZNrtI_HsYsIlU_wSMuxS2fD6dCMCil4U5CKBOmrNISIz8UuO5RG-glo3FtyX9tN_qJxLuKRKOoaXEz5KYgl8Wtd1QMrS2E_yjfwnJOZcA/w693-h461/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20013%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="693" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A farmer’s work is never done.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Spring - manuring, plowing, harrowing, planting.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Summer - caring, weeding, haying.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Autumn - harvesting, plowing, harrowing, late fall root plant harvest, food preservation, wood chopping and gathering for winter fuel (as we see Roy doing in today’s picture).</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Winter - repairs and odd jobs.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Throughout the year: Daily meal preparation and cooking, spinning, candle-making, mending, teaching…</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Life on a farm was seasonal, and all family members, from the tiniest child to the oldest of the elders, were on deck to help whenever and wherever needed.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">It was watching the workers at the Daggett House all those years ago that initially brought my history books to life for me and helped to charge my interest in living history.</span></div></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhI1KWhVTJw5XS2FBRYG6TJto1Pcn2IAh9R0H0hE0GI1xsC2bbHlqVHUEkC1j-CZYRvM7xytaAPsgIn2MgsqIxYq6iJKr11w_hqFoW7IVuWx2h_z343nP9L7USbxq65TdgY6mSVL8Xj6-UE3SJsGIbI7IdC5bQpT9aCcm-Vnn1kDEizDfzpniVsIrZHA/s2048/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20037%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV%20Loretta%20Tester.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1152" data-original-width="2048" height="391" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhI1KWhVTJw5XS2FBRYG6TJto1Pcn2IAh9R0H0hE0GI1xsC2bbHlqVHUEkC1j-CZYRvM7xytaAPsgIn2MgsqIxYq6iJKr11w_hqFoW7IVuWx2h_z343nP9L7USbxq65TdgY6mSVL8Xj6-UE3SJsGIbI7IdC5bQpT9aCcm-Vnn1kDEizDfzpniVsIrZHA/w694-h391/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20037%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV%20Loretta%20Tester.jpg" width="694" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">In the kitchen garden - <br /></span>photo taken by Loretta Tester</td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div>Daggett House continued to get more and more visitors so we decided to move on to the next stop.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG2I4jlWkSD5bBd4rTNR1rrPp93PBlXvQwN7uqFjv01JuoC3TRq1QQdvrpIciaUr1D_HXgNG0FNNJeyjJo6gX74ibcNvYR8KFBoc_vzWDyn2XMmuTEZrKWbw-a4d8bbivHZ6HrVle9fovRDghlZQU-gLqpFkVWom1w8Tc3aA1b3EUrwtNLMzq0btGCow/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20034%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV%20Norman%20Gerring.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="456" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG2I4jlWkSD5bBd4rTNR1rrPp93PBlXvQwN7uqFjv01JuoC3TRq1QQdvrpIciaUr1D_HXgNG0FNNJeyjJo6gX74ibcNvYR8KFBoc_vzWDyn2XMmuTEZrKWbw-a4d8bbivHZ6HrVle9fovRDghlZQU-gLqpFkVWom1w8Tc3aA1b3EUrwtNLMzq0btGCow/w685-h456/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20034%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV%20Norman%20Gerring.jpg" width="685" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">We had hoped to visit the 1620 Cotswold Cottage group, but it was locked.<br />During Holiday Nights it hosts American WWII soldiers (reenactors) and their collectibles were already inside. Best to keep it locked up rather than take chances, I suppose.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkaWxBSvoKBFqPMeUBs0BnkY_-vjjMKbsbU8o4K24RJrIFjBFDVLTP1ladws1da2zB5UrkZhGaAyuqu7wRXrbNAEDaax2YO6bypUxkIP_SgRHoQPxJhOcJ7Y67PNV3ohcUQjRx8RRRAXD-_qzh3FrQvVDBrNsTX_NYr-QBhIetyhsiMGmtWQlNW6BS6Q/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20035%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV%20Norman%20Gerring.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="457" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkaWxBSvoKBFqPMeUBs0BnkY_-vjjMKbsbU8o4K24RJrIFjBFDVLTP1ladws1da2zB5UrkZhGaAyuqu7wRXrbNAEDaax2YO6bypUxkIP_SgRHoQPxJhOcJ7Y67PNV3ohcUQjRx8RRRAXD-_qzh3FrQvVDBrNsTX_NYr-QBhIetyhsiMGmtWQlNW6BS6Q/w687-h457/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20035%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV%20Norman%20Gerring.jpg" width="687" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">One of these times we'll have to take a horse & carriage ride...</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWYGmaF4cL2shicdLEx-bFF5dcIm_6saWlyFlq8TbNz5A3QpUVnS_vwDxng0uZR8Sg4D_kqfpMHtXI4jmJWS0Ld1uwhnKNIKNNCxFzr0vFqtE4pAVFh-7HMy37vY87UOSmbFmtdjBlLNPU2OEzXDY9gW1dbWimLSD6NmVnpCcFPso7DNgiStPPsL889w/s1468/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20040%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV%20Loretta%20Tester.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="906" data-original-width="1468" height="423" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWYGmaF4cL2shicdLEx-bFF5dcIm_6saWlyFlq8TbNz5A3QpUVnS_vwDxng0uZR8Sg4D_kqfpMHtXI4jmJWS0Ld1uwhnKNIKNNCxFzr0vFqtE4pAVFh-7HMy37vY87UOSmbFmtdjBlLNPU2OEzXDY9gW1dbWimLSD6NmVnpCcFPso7DNgiStPPsL889w/w687-h423/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20040%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV%20Loretta%20Tester.jpg" width="687" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">With the 1789-90 McGuffey Birthplace cabin still a part of our own personal <br />timeline - 18th century - we knew it was a must stop.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx3ZTgm0zs0sHL7DYb7qcDuHQvJZ4BVKy04VdrKgQtnN_LiGbu9O4fcadABjDmDZm9jHTwEPZEpJj88_h4Q6ZKPUY6dy8lJWbB4jPBIssMoniNNxwOXOJfk29IbIToyBcELkkeJwBgn4L5ZV3lkg28z3Pw14KygGhj1FaPhzbN6KUnznNrpr9CmUpGuQ/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20041%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV%20Loretta%20Tester.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx3ZTgm0zs0sHL7DYb7qcDuHQvJZ4BVKy04VdrKgQtnN_LiGbu9O4fcadABjDmDZm9jHTwEPZEpJj88_h4Q6ZKPUY6dy8lJWbB4jPBIssMoniNNxwOXOJfk29IbIToyBcELkkeJwBgn4L5ZV3lkg28z3Pw14KygGhj1FaPhzbN6KUnznNrpr9CmUpGuQ/w689-h458/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20041%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV%20Loretta%20Tester.jpg" width="689" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Looks like Mrs. McGuffey has a few items harvested from her kitchen garden. </span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkQZQCFhw1XOau3glvhBLy2Nm_h2XkWxCbYyH6SwSc2W3X-iiFil4wMftQapdn_RdDVJusBj86lX-Z6RYRP8gPWt2-aA2Y-q2PxTfPw7rwiIeyaujWIaCvwXE0BG0XYEPFlqmbaCRU6IRZ0LBU-cJPaA1eksTp361Xwdni3IS7eVI9Afn5XCtzLnQMkg/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20042%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV%20Loretta%20Tester.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkQZQCFhw1XOau3glvhBLy2Nm_h2XkWxCbYyH6SwSc2W3X-iiFil4wMftQapdn_RdDVJusBj86lX-Z6RYRP8gPWt2-aA2Y-q2PxTfPw7rwiIeyaujWIaCvwXE0BG0XYEPFlqmbaCRU6IRZ0LBU-cJPaA1eksTp361Xwdni3IS7eVI9Afn5XCtzLnQMkg/w688-h458/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20042%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV%20Loretta%20Tester.jpg" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I never really noticed the chamber pot beneath the bed before, for some reason.<br />I did this time, and you get to enjoy it, too!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsrtNswwree_uBsEW1bLanOF_Qne1DeXb-TZ059yWeNd2WdYPY-GQNPtuvNbw6NMKmbopA22Aej2xDCZoBoE6RhfOHUsbHXk7XPxSod46xfo7JcWzjZ_g50BlnBZ-OPJKZU6TanFwy6IBmhYP2ynJURJUmJjZUyVF9Aj-5DTbRhe1EmcVARh-lh1VzHA/s922/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20039%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV%20Loretta%20Tester.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="922" height="592" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsrtNswwree_uBsEW1bLanOF_Qne1DeXb-TZ059yWeNd2WdYPY-GQNPtuvNbw6NMKmbopA22Aej2xDCZoBoE6RhfOHUsbHXk7XPxSod46xfo7JcWzjZ_g50BlnBZ-OPJKZU6TanFwy6IBmhYP2ynJURJUmJjZUyVF9Aj-5DTbRhe1EmcVARh-lh1VzHA/w682-h592/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20039%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV%20Loretta%20Tester.jpg" width="682" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Martha-Mary Chapel!<br />This church is not an original but was based on New England chapels <br />of the 18th century.<br />Henry Ford had it built in Greenfield Village in 1929.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">You can make out Preacher Gerring as he makes his way to the Martha-Mary Chapel.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivLCOfrpg8I0OAj2slOIJ53FuGQMWzyzpPBqNeN_YFyGmfAvV0jVOtHRMnR16dCrwpPcyr9QeMH2AaKUe1rp5yvHuzNveuoG1LpwEKnm8j-GRmemy_PKjDPJ4yee0B_QVbnw7yCpsOkLS8zz0KZfdw12XvCgmWrbszkNZZGbVvgjW-EDDeQ3dS74URMA/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20036%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV%20Norman%20Gerring.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="457" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivLCOfrpg8I0OAj2slOIJ53FuGQMWzyzpPBqNeN_YFyGmfAvV0jVOtHRMnR16dCrwpPcyr9QeMH2AaKUe1rp5yvHuzNveuoG1LpwEKnm8j-GRmemy_PKjDPJ4yee0B_QVbnw7yCpsOkLS8zz0KZfdw12XvCgmWrbszkNZZGbVvgjW-EDDeQ3dS74URMA/w687-h457/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20036%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV%20Norman%20Gerring.jpg" width="687" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Henry and Clara Bryant Ford dedicated a series of churches, the Martha-Mary Chapels, as a perpetual tribute to their mothers, Mary Ford and Martha Bryant. The Fords built seven of these: The first at Greenfield Village, Michigan, was completed in 1929. The others, completed in the 1930s, were located in Dearborn, Michigan (site of the Fords' Fair Lane estate); Sudbury, Massachusetts; two in Richmond Hill, Georgia (the Fords' winter home); Macon, Michigan; and Willow Run Air Force Plant located between Ypsilanti Township and Belleville, Michigan.</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div>I have commented numerous times before that the Eagle Tavern, though built in 1831, could easily pass for a tavern built decades earlier, during America's Revolutionary War era. </div><div>And here is my proof:</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7OjiM_c8F0-4ZRdMbOFH40vxj6X5Vm84BWh8uM23q9RzBk06Zdpq-H3czqYgTiXfNe81-Wlbg0qEzYCWn0Ymr4Hkz05QnGkVfEGiFU74LXQr5SxWyiOFl342NLwTMqjmaDztXXoOg6YzglYHfPOGr4a0UszJlAuhjwDtEjlDEn_zPvlXVuGOoixUzVQ/s1200/q%202023%20-%2012-08%20044%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="461" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7OjiM_c8F0-4ZRdMbOFH40vxj6X5Vm84BWh8uM23q9RzBk06Zdpq-H3czqYgTiXfNe81-Wlbg0qEzYCWn0Ymr4Hkz05QnGkVfEGiFU74LXQr5SxWyiOFl342NLwTMqjmaDztXXoOg6YzglYHfPOGr4a0UszJlAuhjwDtEjlDEn_zPvlXVuGOoixUzVQ/w692-h461/q%202023%20-%2012-08%20044%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="692" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Our little colonial group sauntering up to the 1831 Eagle Tavern.<br /></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_3AoWlcau_ZVRLf0Fb5TH4YTFgTQ-t1-fREJCxSF-gEmt74c0YTmop7TFKKJKLqWpL73R9D79q4g0CwbkvgQ_DGXHHsXLUrrihWB61UZqqCj8mZnQVVm2FCg4z2XMAQuFv5ZWWwftJtzMyDrO6Py0PyIBQb0SK2aAf3539RtP6TR6oJdtWthWr3QQmQ/s960/q%202023%20-%2012-08%20045%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV%20Susan%20McCall.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="682" data-original-width="960" height="490" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_3AoWlcau_ZVRLf0Fb5TH4YTFgTQ-t1-fREJCxSF-gEmt74c0YTmop7TFKKJKLqWpL73R9D79q4g0CwbkvgQ_DGXHHsXLUrrihWB61UZqqCj8mZnQVVm2FCg4z2XMAQuFv5ZWWwftJtzMyDrO6Py0PyIBQb0SK2aAf3539RtP6TR6oJdtWthWr3QQmQ/w691-h490/q%202023%20-%2012-08%20045%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV%20Susan%20McCall.jpg" width="691" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The Raleigh Tavern in Colonial Williamsburg, with its latest restoration addition</span></span></div><div><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> - a porch - you can compare it to the picture of the Eagle Tavern.</span></span></div><div><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Close. Very, very close.</span></span></div><div>Above photo of the Raleigh Tavern courtesy of Susan McCall</div></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table><div>I always enjoy eating at the Eagle Tavern. Lately I've been getting their beef roast, and it tastes as if my own mother made it - it's <i>that</i> good!</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWabX4nQ_8-gy-lQ5LgGcT-UARVWI_DTr8Fyjs-tghwdsb3nOqDAi31Y8-d5GO4uTHASXqjJQvB0Sg0puuIIr9oJb3-jCNaY14aZscAFLROmkGzg1EgvowlAEuntwj3ai6LlGlAEubaOSZMBTBsZ_Rg1Gk73a21W4e0THmU_8AZVFB1cFKW_sW_0VExw/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20022%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="459" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWabX4nQ_8-gy-lQ5LgGcT-UARVWI_DTr8Fyjs-tghwdsb3nOqDAi31Y8-d5GO4uTHASXqjJQvB0Sg0puuIIr9oJb3-jCNaY14aZscAFLROmkGzg1EgvowlAEuntwj3ai6LlGlAEubaOSZMBTBsZ_Rg1Gk73a21W4e0THmU_8AZVFB1cFKW_sW_0VExw/w690-h459/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20022%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="690" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">So on this Black Friday four of us enjoyed a festive meal.<br />Unfortunately, Charlotte had to leave on a family emergency.<br />But we did take a few more posed pictures of those of us who remained.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjjj0XylJlfcBd6OYce5gI8Rxm7OpJsGVM86YzwGEyfPhLG_TKUzOv830dEt-AQnRXaTOHN4Z15R2VQeuNjOWOl0FMthBw49D1Nd_YEYkcH1ZdNKB9lvX1BnAaalgmfzS_ExhO_JK6XaXuhrddPk5GuMSQoHGEdFt3DVad2jnb-n5P_nLeKE0lMj_A9g/s819/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20038%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV%20Loretta%20Tester.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="819" data-original-width="614" height="689" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjjj0XylJlfcBd6OYce5gI8Rxm7OpJsGVM86YzwGEyfPhLG_TKUzOv830dEt-AQnRXaTOHN4Z15R2VQeuNjOWOl0FMthBw49D1Nd_YEYkcH1ZdNKB9lvX1BnAaalgmfzS_ExhO_JK6XaXuhrddPk5GuMSQoHGEdFt3DVad2jnb-n5P_nLeKE0lMj_A9g/w517-h689/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20038%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV%20Loretta%20Tester.jpg" width="517" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Lynn Anderson took this excellent shot of my hat and the menu...<br />'neath the flicker of a candle flame.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div>Another group shot:<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhju9NcnIX1lCuczdUWIicwV6JdruoIXbcMgN07Udigyy0CaQhICeUHzBDdalsfyGuZCwG1n9oJxGoOBVcbUVQU8dhd3VkfMYxhebINM0xJe5Wfk3hSkYh5Sq_m-wlrwSqAdBnphcjrlZnjel1OQigIBRJ0n7uc-_rd5EMW8HYm3dnpXkWEfFZQR6cYKA/s840/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20023%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="847" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhju9NcnIX1lCuczdUWIicwV6JdruoIXbcMgN07Udigyy0CaQhICeUHzBDdalsfyGuZCwG1n9oJxGoOBVcbUVQU8dhd3VkfMYxhebINM0xJe5Wfk3hSkYh5Sq_m-wlrwSqAdBnphcjrlZnjel1OQigIBRJ0n7uc-_rd5EMW8HYm3dnpXkWEfFZQR6cYKA/w563-h847/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20023%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="563" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Many thanks to the customer who willingly snapped this photo.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq9O0tVBS9ionBM7_Jr4SzLXhmGWUEr-BpOk6KzW1VbweuYzo1Y-Sm3x3uN7p1bynNbnZ8G4qHCtP-apChqQINOxvxk1I0Bz7I4X1j2asOxu831BxY4qAcpgyEIAbrd4aWcYfKNykA1ukFusMIR212g8JrD8t_5Cm9K86L6apTM2CUo2Din2YTAncYIw/s1208/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20019%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="917" data-original-width="1208" height="523" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq9O0tVBS9ionBM7_Jr4SzLXhmGWUEr-BpOk6KzW1VbweuYzo1Y-Sm3x3uN7p1bynNbnZ8G4qHCtP-apChqQINOxvxk1I0Bz7I4X1j2asOxu831BxY4qAcpgyEIAbrd4aWcYfKNykA1ukFusMIR212g8JrD8t_5Cm9K86L6apTM2CUo2Din2YTAncYIw/w688-h523/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20019%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And yet another - all inside the Eagle Tavern.<br />This picture was taken in the original tavern kitchen, and that's the hearth the food in those days long passed was cooked upon that you see behind us.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div>After we left the tavern, Norm had to take his leave, so the rest of us made our way to the future...at least, it was the future from our point of view.<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFmRFyWu40VuOJbi0gVvJdYMg42AYyxO6uhWAw4o0oVcbM48e-pnrJp4qkZKYOKWZBRzUE0IN2SeqIJzUgeDAXnxm1-hKuaMFGKgGcSo8Sub_XjDCLyx43b3ZRFoGS7_xCzmjQ4zSKw5ryHSKw3wAju2sGnsmY8RCoCmS8KEZIw-2MWIxsVeBtI3j_YA/s1281/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20024%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="829" data-original-width="1281" height="459" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFmRFyWu40VuOJbi0gVvJdYMg42AYyxO6uhWAw4o0oVcbM48e-pnrJp4qkZKYOKWZBRzUE0IN2SeqIJzUgeDAXnxm1-hKuaMFGKgGcSo8Sub_XjDCLyx43b3ZRFoGS7_xCzmjQ4zSKw5ryHSKw3wAju2sGnsmY8RCoCmS8KEZIw-2MWIxsVeBtI3j_YA/w709-h459/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20024%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="709" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I have a "thing" for gristmills.<br />This is the Loranger Gristmill, built in 1832. Like the Eagle Tavern, there was little change <br />in these mills from the later 18th century through much of the 19th century<br />As was done in so many of my early Greenfield Village visits, I learned the the importance of gristmills in the old days. This was not the history taught in schools, so how else would I even know about such a thing if it were not for this historic Village?<br />If you are interested in gristmills - and this Loranger Gristmill in particular - <br />please click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/06/historic-buildings-brought-to-life.html">HERE</a></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div>We did stop at the Firestone Farm, depicting the year 1885.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgETuyrG9qaNa9sG12-hksTMufjYebS5Jl0lpVAPnM57auwmUDs9e-pkePONLcD-UcBj9ty7gMHlp8aHm2LyBbYskF-g1hmQUBa2kKpV-toT3hS-99FtZ4R24jBmT8oL1W8T-sNuwG9UyWo9-30F4WpJsmQNIztq0rtgxI7hXzivle-Dfv07xrB_xN8cQ/s1200/q%202023%20-%2012-08%20046%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV%20Susan%20McCall.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="459" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgETuyrG9qaNa9sG12-hksTMufjYebS5Jl0lpVAPnM57auwmUDs9e-pkePONLcD-UcBj9ty7gMHlp8aHm2LyBbYskF-g1hmQUBa2kKpV-toT3hS-99FtZ4R24jBmT8oL1W8T-sNuwG9UyWo9-30F4WpJsmQNIztq0rtgxI7hXzivle-Dfv07xrB_xN8cQ/w690-h459/q%202023%20-%2012-08%20046%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV%20Susan%20McCall.jpg" width="690" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Oh...only about a hundred years past our time...<br />but Larissa works there so we paid a visit.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIgTxs7Wvs7owqq2QYOOUyQqK0sPc3T4dCnRqu3tfBIx3P2xpOWtFgEv1qbCf_v5yfJm2iwg034AGh-gwbsEx6WidEFh1M7K20T-8RZB1qoefG9qisF3HTidPvhD5CxLFKmqtOesmZtAZjTucXXAGVHDX9VLpbGauO-OCLDY5QUtu7zYqXxyfFOzS0mA/s840/q%202023%20-%2012-08%20047%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV%20Susan%20McCall.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="744" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIgTxs7Wvs7owqq2QYOOUyQqK0sPc3T4dCnRqu3tfBIx3P2xpOWtFgEv1qbCf_v5yfJm2iwg034AGh-gwbsEx6WidEFh1M7K20T-8RZB1qoefG9qisF3HTidPvhD5CxLFKmqtOesmZtAZjTucXXAGVHDX9VLpbGauO-OCLDY5QUtu7zYqXxyfFOzS0mA/w495-h744/q%202023%20-%2012-08%20047%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV%20Susan%20McCall.jpg" width="495" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">There's Larissa and a few other workers celebrating <br />an 1880s Thanksgiving.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-stEJf9wDzY0lu4RKf1GqPbk_l-uCeWw4tdWLpnvZb29qNv2oOoqVCWIAkBEQ-TrkT-Ta40wNkjhnsIutbamhZVFjR-SdOSnMXePFfvBPQe-wPaRnzc5mh49j8TeuYnMgCBRfPw0EPhUA1XrDJByPJMMYK0x6Z4j6ltsdeQKd5YsmBAfFMqnuSwm0xw/s1287/q%202023%20-%2012-08%20048%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV%20Susan%20McCall.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="832" data-original-width="1287" height="414" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-stEJf9wDzY0lu4RKf1GqPbk_l-uCeWw4tdWLpnvZb29qNv2oOoqVCWIAkBEQ-TrkT-Ta40wNkjhnsIutbamhZVFjR-SdOSnMXePFfvBPQe-wPaRnzc5mh49j8TeuYnMgCBRfPw0EPhUA1XrDJByPJMMYK0x6Z4j6ltsdeQKd5YsmBAfFMqnuSwm0xw/w640-h414/q%202023%20-%2012-08%20048%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV%20Susan%20McCall.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">One more visit to the cold room in the cellar.<br />Everything seen here was grown on the farm, including the salted meat <br />hanging from the rafters (from their slaughtered pigs).</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLhL2xILgSF4fRJGXVQVdwVX2B_F30fSZc84VvkQRdPcxEp_QH0SzqP_lh_E9xFf_hxiAeMZrh85Q4ZDY_lHdYnTHBwIq_fXJV1VH1UWIByHvrbcDrP6Y70soZwuIomVLBsctCj5qfy3XPxq1-74KYL3jbMxzMsfcxBnIAFJTjuDKlrD699RBcrBoVlw/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20025%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="459" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLhL2xILgSF4fRJGXVQVdwVX2B_F30fSZc84VvkQRdPcxEp_QH0SzqP_lh_E9xFf_hxiAeMZrh85Q4ZDY_lHdYnTHBwIq_fXJV1VH1UWIByHvrbcDrP6Y70soZwuIomVLBsctCj5qfy3XPxq1-74KYL3jbMxzMsfcxBnIAFJTjuDKlrD699RBcrBoVlw/w690-h459/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20025%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="690" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And then there were three...<br />This is an acceptable background for us.</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div>This was a fine fine day, though I always get a mite sad on the last daytime visit. I have made weekly visits for most of this year and it has been such a pleasure. Now I have to wait until mid-April, though I will be attending at least once during Holiday Nights.</div><div>I am so glad I have made this last day-visit a period dress tradition. It's the perfect way to close out the year.</div><div>Some of us take our dressing period seriously upon attending the Village. I believe no matter where we go, even if it is an unofficial event such as our visits to Greenfield Village, we should always try to "up our game," whether through clothing, accessories, or location. You see, being in my period colonial clothing with friends to visit such a historic place...well, it really is difficult to explain the feeling I get...you see, to me it's like having the spirits within the walls of the historic houses immersing within me - not in a ghostly eerie evil way...just in an...<i>immersive</i> way; one can almost <i>feel</i> the past. <div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><div>I often hear the term "if these walls could talk"...and yet, they do - - - the connection is there. And researching the past beyond the schoolbooks, common history books, and the horrible Facebook memes that some people actually believe as fact, will connect you to the past in ways you'd never thought you'd experience.</div><div>That's why it is important to me to always do and dress my best when it comes to history - otherwise one is nothing more than a person wearing a costume.</div><div>That's kind of what it's like for me to visit Greenfield Village (or the frontier cabin) the way I do. </div><div>And my blog postings are my diary of my time-travel adventures.</div><div><br /></div><div>Until next time, see you in time.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div>To read on other Greenfield Village homes and structures I researched, please click the following links:</div><div><br /></div><div><div><a href="http://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2013/02/the-1832-ackley-covered-bridge.html">Ackley Covered Bridge </a><a href="http://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2013/02/the-1832-ackley-covered-bridge.html">1832</a><br />At one time, covered bridges were commonplace. Not so much anymore. But Greenfield Village has one from 1832.</div><div><br /></div><div><div>Daggett House (<a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2016/02/bringing-historic-homes-to-life-daggett.html">part one</a>)</div><div>Learn about the 18th century house and the family who lived there.</div><div><br /></div><div>Daggett House (<a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2020/08/the-seasonal-changes-at-1750-daggett.html">part two</a>)</div><div>This concentrates more on the everyday life of the 18th century Daggett family, including ledger entries.</div><br /><a href="http://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2010/03/world-of-19th-century-country-doctor.html">Doc Howard's Office - The World of a 19th century Doctor</a><br />It's 1850 and you're sick. Who are you going to call on? Why, good ol' Doc Howard, of course!</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/04/historic-structures-brought-to-life.html">Eagle Tavern</a></div><div>It's always 1850 at the Eagle Tavern. This post is filled with pictures and history of this marvelously restored piece of Michigan's past.<br /><br /><b>~</b>Edison Posts:<br /><div><a href="http://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2012/04/tales-of-everyday-life-in-menlo-park-or.html">Tales of Everyday Life in Menlo Park (or Francis Jehl: A Young Boy's Experience Working at Menlo Park)</a><br />Menlo Park is brought to life by one who was there. First-hand accounts.</div><div><br /></div><div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2020/03/michigan-train-depots-edison-route-from.html">Michigan Train Depots: The Edison Route</a> </div><div>Follow the route that Thomas Edison took as he rode and worked on the rails in the early 1860s, including the Smiths Creek Depot.</div></div> </div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/03/historic-structures-brought-to-life.html">Farris Windmill</a></div><div>The oldest windmill on Cape Cod is not on cape Cod - - it's in Michigan!</div><div>Lots of interesting things about this wonderful piece of Americana from 1633.</div><div><br /><a href="http://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2011/02/firestone-farm-at-greenfield-village.html">Firestone Farm at Greenfield Village</a><br />Learn about the boyhood home of Harvey Firestone, the tire magnate.<br /><br /><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2017/03/bringing-historic-homes-to-life.html">The Giddings House</a><br />Revolutionary War and possible George Washington ties are within the hallowed walls of this beautiful stately colonial home.</div><div><br /></div><div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2019/01/bringing-historic-structures-to-life-jr.html">J.R. Jones General Store</a></div><div>Recreating this store to its 1880s appearance was extremely important as the overall goal, and so accurately reproduced items were needed to accomplish the end result, for many original objects were rare or too fragile, with some being in too poor condition. </div></div><div><br /></div><div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2012/11/lincoln.html">Logan County Court House</a> - </div><div>Research has shown that, as a young attorney, Abraham Lincoln once practiced law in this walnut clapboard building. I think this post will make you realize just how close to history you actually are when you step inside.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/01/historic-homes-brought-to-life-17891790.html">McGuffey Cabin</a></div><div>Built in the late 18th century, with some slight modifications from its original style, this is one of the oldest original American log cabins still in existence. </div><div><br /></div><div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2012/02/mills-or-zap-you-are-now-in-1850-and.html">Mills</a> </div><div>These buildings were once a part of everyday life in American villages and towns and cities - including the Gunsolly Carding Mill, the Loranger Gristmill, Farris Windmill, Hanks Silk Mill, Cider Mill, and the Spofford and the Tripps Saw Mills, all in one post!</div></div><div><br /><a href="http://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2014/07/noah-webster-forgotten-founding-father.html">Noah Webster House</a><br />A quick overview of the life of this fascinating but forgotten Founding Father whose home, which was nearly razed for a parking lot, is now located in Greenfield Village.<br /><br /><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2018/02/bringing-historic-homes-to-life.html">The Plympton House</a><br />This house, with its long history (including American Indians) has close ties to Paul Revere himself!<br /><br /><a href="http://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2012/05/preserving-history.html">Preserving History</a><br />Henry Ford did more for preserving everyday life of the 18th and 19th centuries than anyone else! Here's proof.</div><div><br /></div><div><div><a href="http://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2010/10/world-of-19th-century-repair-shop-or.html">Richart Carriage Shop</a><br />This building was much more than a carriage shop in the 19th century!</div><br /></div><div>And for some haunted fun, <br /><a href="http://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2015/04/ghosts-of-greenfield-village.html">Ghosts of Greenfield Village</a><br />Yep - real hauntings take place in this historic Village.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2020/03/the-revolutionary-greenfield-villageplus.html">Greenfield Village's Revolutionary War Houses</a></div><div>Yes, some of the structures that now sit inside Greenfield Village have connections to America's fight for Independence.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2022/02/hallowed-ground-visiting-original.html">Hallowed Ground: </a><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2022/02/hallowed-ground-visiting-original.html">The Original Locations of Greenfield Village Buildings</a> - </div><div>Virtually each structure inside Greenfield Village has come from another location, I took on a project to seek out the original locations of many of the more localized buildings and visited where they first were built and walked that hallowed ground.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2020/03/the-revolutionary-greenfield-villageplus.html">Revolutionary Greenfield Village...Plus</a></div><div>Homes that played a role in our country's fight for Independence.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2019/03/kitchens-through-time-putting-our.html">Kitchens Through Time: Putting Our (female) Ancestors in Their Place in Time</a></div><div>This post is part history and part family history: a blending of the two. And one way to show how you can place your ancestors in their time.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2019/01/the-beginnings-of-greenfield-village.html">The Beginnings of Greenfield Village</a> </div><div>Saving Americana - that's what Henry Ford did - and in doing so he showed everyone the importance of everyday life history. This is how it all began. </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2018/05/a-behind-scenes-look-at-greenfield.html">Behind the Scenes at Greenfield Village - Object Placement and Clothing</a></div><div>Nothing is placed randomly inside the structures at Greenfield Village. The curators carefully consider each and every object before allowing it to become part of the site. </div><div>And the Clothing Studio at The Henry Ford covers over 250 years of fashion (from 1760 onward) and is the premier museum costume shop in the country.</div></div><div><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I've mentioned "upping our game" throughout this post. This is how we are doing it</div><div style="text-align: left;"><div><div><div><div><div>To read about our 2020 autumn excursion at the cabin, click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2020/11/a-day-in-life-spending-time-in-autumn.html">HERE</a></div><div>To read about our 2021 wintertime excursion at the cabin, click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2021/02/a-day-in-life-spending-time-in-winter.html">HERE</a></div>To read about our 2021 springtime excursion at the cabin, click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2021/05/a-day-in-life-spending-time-in-spring.html">HERE</a><br /><div>To read about our 2021 summertime excursion at the cabin, click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2021/08/a-day-in-life-spending-time-in-summer.html">HERE</a></div><div>To read about our 2021 summer harvesting of the flax at the cabin, click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2021/09/harvesting-flax-keeping-in-spirit-of.html">HERE</a></div><div>To read about our 2021 autumn excursion making candles at the cabin, click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2021/11/a-day-in-life-1771-candlemaking.html">HERE</a></div><div>To read about our 2022 winter excursion at the cabin, please click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2022/02/a-day-in-life-bitter-cold-winters-day.html">HERE</a></div></div><div>To read about our 2022 spring excursion at the cabin, please click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2022/05/a-day-in-life-living-history-on-spring.html">HERE</a></div></div><div>To read about our 2022 summer excursion at the cabin, please click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2022/08/a-day-in-life-spending-time-in-summer.html">HERE</a></div><div>To read about our 2022 autumn excursion at the cabin (Pioneer Day), please click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2022/10/pioneer-day-at-waterloo-farm-and-cabin.html">HERE</a></div></div><div>To read about our 2023 winter excursion at the cabin - Candlemas, please click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/02/experiencing-our-research-day-in-life.html">HERE</a></div><div>To read about our 2023 spring excursion at the cabin - Rogation Sunday, please click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/05/experiencing-our-research-spring-cabin.html">HERE</a></div><div>To read about our 2023 late spring - more planting at the cabin (& early farming history), click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/05/ancient-farming-in-bc-and-early-ad-eras.html">HERE</a></div><div>To read about the 2023 early summer weeding at the cabin (and a timeline event), please click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/06/a-weekend-in-past-weeding-garden-and.html">HERE</a></div></div><div>To read about our 2023 summer excursion at the cabin (Lammas Day), please click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/08/experiencing-our-research-summer-cabin.html">HERE</a></div></div><div style="text-align: left;">To read about our 2032 Pioneer Day excursion at the cabin, please click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/10/pioneer-day-at-waterloo-farm-cabin.html">HERE</a></div><div style="text-align: left;">To read about our 2023 autumn harvest Thanksgiving at the cabin, please click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/11/experiencing-our-research-celebrating.html">HERE</a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-size: medium;"><b>..............</b></span></div></div><br /></div></div></div>Historical Kenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04979801752112100293noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56451385109293718.post-39989483364721253302023-11-30T09:08:00.002-05:002023-11-30T09:13:55.781-05:00Thanksgiving Weekend Traditions 2023: Present Meets Past Meets Present<div style="text-align: left;"><div>Home for the Holidays.</div><div>Happy Holidays.</div><div>Seasons Greetings.</div><div>Andy Williams sang "It's the holiday season..."</div><div>What is the Holiday Season?</div><div>Some think of it as Christmas, or maybe Christmas and New Years.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxElHxDcqw_wVmmcas9zOQHF_15H2a2S4l054xSe0MVP5kkvyWe3RspCx8yf_qf46FRCKhuuAiw9pHE02amWVtsDaIji_rb_qxer0E9IKNeoOCWpEs8eGZDVWL21yjX3PBwWxY17_6E2aPi1wI6vmzZ4QBFWBNeXAcnuX0eDPm1AgKESvCnQdppK56mg/s960/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20023%20Thanksgiving%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="622" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxElHxDcqw_wVmmcas9zOQHF_15H2a2S4l054xSe0MVP5kkvyWe3RspCx8yf_qf46FRCKhuuAiw9pHE02amWVtsDaIji_rb_qxer0E9IKNeoOCWpEs8eGZDVWL21yjX3PBwWxY17_6E2aPi1wI6vmzZ4QBFWBNeXAcnuX0eDPm1AgKESvCnQdppK56mg/w259-h400/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20023%20Thanksgiving%20Traditions.jpg" width="259" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I open the door of perception<br />to the past<br />and the <br />present.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>I think of it as Thanksgiving, Christmas Eve, Christmas Day, New Years, and even January 6 (Epiphany / Three Kings Day / Orthodox Christmas), for all do tie in together, even though each are separate holidays. Christmas and New Years have been tied into a single greeting going back to (as far as I have read) the early 18th century. And when the first Christmas Card was printed in 1843, it said <i>"Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year To You." </i>And with Thanksgiving, that harvest holiday, used as a sort of gateway to the Christmas Season, with Santa coming to town in parades all over the US on that 4th Thursday in November, I suppose it can be considered as part of "the holidays."</div><div>I have celebrated Thanksgiving in two time periods this year - - in 1773 <i>and </i> in the present; my 1773 experience you can read about <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/11/thanksgiving-harvest-celebrations.html">HERE</a>. This is my living history home with my living history family.</div><div>Then there is my actual real-life home with my actual real life family, all set in the modern day, though with a period flair. </div><div>Then there is the adventure of cutting down our Christmas Tree, which is something we all look forward to.</div><div>Visiting historic Greenfield Village has been a Thanksgiving Weekend tradition for me since 2009, and every time I am wearing my period clothing...oftentimes with like-minded friends. I have included a few photos here, but I am planning an entire post on it for next week. </div><div>Passion for the Past for this week is a mixing bowl of past and present with a historically traditional flair to it.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">---</span> <span style="color: red;">~</span> ~ <span style="color: #2b00fe;"><b>~</b></span> <span style="color: #b45f06;">----</span></div><div><br /></div><div><div>In my mind, atmosphere is nearly as important as the food. My wife and I try to fill our house with a sort of sensurround by way of sight (candle lit room), smell, touch, and taste (oh! the food we have! The scent and taste of turkey, stuffing with raisins & nuts, rutabaga, green beans (fresh from our garden!), corn, mashed potatoes, squash, sweet potatoes, pumpkin pie, apple pie, cranberry sauce, cannoli...plus wassail to drink!), and sound (the family voices, from young to old, all joyously partaking in this wonderful American holiday).</div><div>It is an old holiday, this harvest known as Thanksgiving, and is celebrated in as many differing ways as there are people in our great country.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyYmu-jevF2JKnA1vWyX96TKqRnPruoOUGNdQi8wvp3Mfuqu_5AOfGiI8_z5Blz4aZ931krAo8BwC6BHVheRYTV90IVBWg4E-X2Y4cyQ7PzrGPCEc_DzEGgK28tEYkFgBy6Ssvxk8Z8qkl2GWOcurc6gd_-4JsR4hIF_FlDpbyISLYdDbsq6s93vQV2g/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20014%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="457" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyYmu-jevF2JKnA1vWyX96TKqRnPruoOUGNdQi8wvp3Mfuqu_5AOfGiI8_z5Blz4aZ931krAo8BwC6BHVheRYTV90IVBWg4E-X2Y4cyQ7PzrGPCEc_DzEGgK28tEYkFgBy6Ssvxk8Z8qkl2GWOcurc6gd_-4JsR4hIF_FlDpbyISLYdDbsq6s93vQV2g/w687-h457/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20014%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="687" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">My table is all set for our Thanksgiving meal.<br />Yes, canned cranberries - we also have jellied as well.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div></div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk8FM6onaQqJGv9d3jF9ksnET4y10SZmqqabvyv4M5D8nL_YXKpZgoEcPO0aSYbywwnIkql8g8fJX-8U6H6dexCBNCMhN_AoIvW7Vba6WCjp9mieBX86kCUtejrZNzhOwzKJnGOdJH1M1v2d9XlmXqV3EA19-WfR3nWG4q6PIQHAH0KMek7xqj2M9wYA/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20015%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="460" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk8FM6onaQqJGv9d3jF9ksnET4y10SZmqqabvyv4M5D8nL_YXKpZgoEcPO0aSYbywwnIkql8g8fJX-8U6H6dexCBNCMhN_AoIvW7Vba6WCjp9mieBX86kCUtejrZNzhOwzKJnGOdJH1M1v2d9XlmXqV3EA19-WfR3nWG4q6PIQHAH0KMek7xqj2M9wYA/w691-h460/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20015%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="691" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>One of my/our traditions is eating our Thanksgiving dinner by candle light -</span><br /><span>all hand dipped either by me or my living history friends...and some by family!</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkZHpmeRzoU7sQQgPDsn2mZ1tXDuzTuDrDnNFRIiLgyiqhR47Hlng7hKFe9pcrnoLrwfTrmDiK2ZuEN2h81vYphmsFxxc6SmPIJtl5XJLLfCN4UBPO4NPyFly4AENAPVC19097kgEfY1kYagC_hHMUsYaYyg1ofyAKTx9pgnoPoRlRZ2gxmwyAiCDm5g/s840/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20016%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="801" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkZHpmeRzoU7sQQgPDsn2mZ1tXDuzTuDrDnNFRIiLgyiqhR47Hlng7hKFe9pcrnoLrwfTrmDiK2ZuEN2h81vYphmsFxxc6SmPIJtl5XJLLfCN4UBPO4NPyFly4AENAPVC19097kgEfY1kYagC_hHMUsYaYyg1ofyAKTx9pgnoPoRlRZ2gxmwyAiCDm5g/w533-h801/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20016%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="533" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Our "harvest" table we got last year is perfect.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX5v5YLcVUxLXy7PV_zSAG_2s_IhJhK7hJD7ggeuSkMUyYhEHq4H5H6VpUHjwTCxdbvUyeMbGc4BfSuNZVhKiTgNeSeV4J53t9WFzMzQcFTjdYVjmxOUD8SbaH89DpYA8kCXfiEHode7qJyU8FPfTMyYNHYtsOs8XCemvImCh5tKgMxsU72p-UtQfn3A/s840/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20017%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="817" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX5v5YLcVUxLXy7PV_zSAG_2s_IhJhK7hJD7ggeuSkMUyYhEHq4H5H6VpUHjwTCxdbvUyeMbGc4BfSuNZVhKiTgNeSeV4J53t9WFzMzQcFTjdYVjmxOUD8SbaH89DpYA8kCXfiEHode7qJyU8FPfTMyYNHYtsOs8XCemvImCh5tKgMxsU72p-UtQfn3A/w544-h817/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20017%20Black%20Friday%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="544" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>The pumpkins are not just for decoration - my wife, Patty, actually</span><br /><span>uses them to make pies and squash.</span><br /><span>Though they do add a bit of a harvest flavor to the look...</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>Patty truly goes all out for our meal, as I do in the atmosphere. I like to keep our gatherings as such that they will always be remembered long after my wife and I are gone:</div><div><i>"I remember as a kid going to my Nonna and Papa's house for Thanksgiving - they always made it extra special!"</i></div><div style="text-align: left;">I suppose that would sort of be a legacy for Patty & I to leave...and I wouldn't do it any other way, for this is our thing, our way. Let everyone else be normal.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">As I mentioned, the very next day - Black Friday - a few friends and I ventured off to historic Greenfield Village. Here are a few photos from that excursion, in keeping with the historical situation:</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrVDBIhyphenhyphenPOWuqcr_UYYXmI5_JL1beUbR4US7nQKbWZbUHQajq9A1O2EgVnSv2YW4u-KX0hm-7ProO379rp9HnyUjolKY-wHfPybNTcQyQog4g5Z0OP1e2kcsgRszmBVWHlXjS6jNu1FIw75AXrjXB_rEHwZgvg_LT-ajuOfjaGVrXKtSjAQhyphenhyphenLzBBKlg/s1024/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20015%20Thanksgiving%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="872" data-original-width="1024" height="586" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrVDBIhyphenhyphenPOWuqcr_UYYXmI5_JL1beUbR4US7nQKbWZbUHQajq9A1O2EgVnSv2YW4u-KX0hm-7ProO379rp9HnyUjolKY-wHfPybNTcQyQog4g5Z0OP1e2kcsgRszmBVWHlXjS6jNu1FIw75AXrjXB_rEHwZgvg_LT-ajuOfjaGVrXKtSjAQhyphenhyphenLzBBKlg/w688-h586/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20015%20Thanksgiving%20Traditions.jpg" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Being that we are representing the 1770s, walking through the 1832 Ackley Covered Bridge just is not historically accurate. It is to my understanding that erecting covered bridges in America didn't occur until early in the 19th century. The first known covered bridge constructed in the United States was the Permanent Bridge, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">completed in 1805 to span the Schuylkill River in Philadelphia.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I didn't know this until recently.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Don't you just love research?</span></div>Photographer Kathy Brock took this wonderful picture.</td></tr></tbody></table><div>However, here is something that may "override" the research:</div><div>considering all of us in the above picture are aged 60 or above, we older folks who lived during and remembered the era of the American Revolution could very possibly still be wearing our older-style fashions even as late as into the 19th century. </div><div>An interesting fact not well-known about Paul Revere, for example, is that, <i>"As the (19th) century advance(d), small boys begin to appear---all eyes, all ears, they watch 'old Mr. Revere' in church, on the street, at his foundry. Some sixty or seventy years later, when asked, they remember him well. Rowland Ellis remembers (Paul Revere) as a 'thick-set, round faced not very tall person who always wore small clothes.' The Ellis family pew in the 'New Brick Church' was directly behind that of Revere, and there Mr. Ellis says, "I used to see him as regularly as the Sabbath came."</i></div><div><i>The oddity of 'small clothes' alone would be remembered by a small boy. The old elegance of knee-breeches, ruffled shirts, long stockings, and cocked hats had passed out of fashion years before. Others besides Paul Revere (also) clung to their picturesque costume of their youth. There were a number of these 'last leaves' about Boston. It may have been a sin for small boys 'to sit and grin...but the old three-cornered hat, and the breeches and all that, are so queer.' "</i></div><div>So, I suppose seeing us "last leaves" crossing the covered bridge may not seem so out of order after all!</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgujGfy_wHi629Pk-FeWErUN-ezRRF3TNibxdWuWNfXilmocNClrc7LMI0wMTsljhpcz2B9GMxti3PswCoNPTYL3GTAhfIznKfWHZq2IToAI0bIYCUoGSmAYp_pb3Ds6QUJIOxeZ598Po-V5WART-CTsgC_kh_0VT0gSOJQhpYSCIRyOqMo3AQO6qMZCA/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20016%20Thanksgiving%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="456" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgujGfy_wHi629Pk-FeWErUN-ezRRF3TNibxdWuWNfXilmocNClrc7LMI0wMTsljhpcz2B9GMxti3PswCoNPTYL3GTAhfIznKfWHZq2IToAI0bIYCUoGSmAYp_pb3Ds6QUJIOxeZ598Po-V5WART-CTsgC_kh_0VT0gSOJQhpYSCIRyOqMo3AQO6qMZCA/w685-h456/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20016%20Thanksgiving%20Traditions.jpg" width="685" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Norm & Charlotte~<br />A few trees still holding onto their leaves, even in late November.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLDTIALJiU2G0s0jx5CU1CKuuN2XSjbjXCiE6UItv1aP1f0Cpx8XDfrVVbx65SMN4Z75CJ8LFdOzybg20cUaFdw6JO9viVXYWbVMhuQwTCHlzZgth4ay58t5oD7tgHsC4jH6qsmNW8g5EZ5fpKsqRg6RDffam2FFMsu_zn3EKELlk1sCHQ-KKc-N3SpA/s1754/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20017%20Thanksgiving%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="795" data-original-width="1754" height="309" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLDTIALJiU2G0s0jx5CU1CKuuN2XSjbjXCiE6UItv1aP1f0Cpx8XDfrVVbx65SMN4Z75CJ8LFdOzybg20cUaFdw6JO9viVXYWbVMhuQwTCHlzZgth4ay58t5oD7tgHsC4jH6qsmNW8g5EZ5fpKsqRg6RDffam2FFMsu_zn3EKELlk1sCHQ-KKc-N3SpA/w683-h309/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20017%20Thanksgiving%20Traditions.jpg" width="683" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Always have to hit the Daggett House.<br />I am proud of my pretty well-known association with this house.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR-Av0tnv-r_SBwfceduz15uV98MBcTWibomMZSwDQ4YptDdonUvqGtK2k9ecJIQXlcsmnPmw8DXq2k_0MqOuaDsWwdpndqykwt3jhnyDq8KJRQ8uo3aOz_KNmTmpg9u7bFIayUp6YFNedmlkxxCPHUtJQ3Ydki-gDcpLl4Lscz_4BpM7pPP-zDyuLWA/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20018%20Thanksgiving%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR-Av0tnv-r_SBwfceduz15uV98MBcTWibomMZSwDQ4YptDdonUvqGtK2k9ecJIQXlcsmnPmw8DXq2k_0MqOuaDsWwdpndqykwt3jhnyDq8KJRQ8uo3aOz_KNmTmpg9u7bFIayUp6YFNedmlkxxCPHUtJQ3Ydki-gDcpLl4Lscz_4BpM7pPP-zDyuLWA/w689-h458/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20018%20Thanksgiving%20Traditions.jpg" width="689" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I have no story to go with this photo other than I gave my camera to Kathy Brock <br />and asked her to snap away. I very much appreciate the shots she was able to get - she certainly took some good ones!<br />Perhaps I am Samuel Daggett incarnate greeting a visitor? lol<br />Again...the door of perception...past meets the present...or does it?</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8gaQ77bk9t0zBI0uSSttyEy6Vu87R3gYHx3jmUIrXGAr12qq55gCYnW2khLdxHDWfZFmgPyuhQxvE4_mm2qxYsCvcI_qrzEtYHWQtLln9JBZaU1bEJxmwOiVXijd-8VXkqgKes4Qv_0LRlmz9AprMpZa_0tmVI-010wt3lv0V-adnfmjQ9NiPL0eg0Q/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20019%20Thanksgiving%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="460" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8gaQ77bk9t0zBI0uSSttyEy6Vu87R3gYHx3jmUIrXGAr12qq55gCYnW2khLdxHDWfZFmgPyuhQxvE4_mm2qxYsCvcI_qrzEtYHWQtLln9JBZaU1bEJxmwOiVXijd-8VXkqgKes4Qv_0LRlmz9AprMpZa_0tmVI-010wt3lv0V-adnfmjQ9NiPL0eg0Q/w692-h460/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20019%20Thanksgiving%20Traditions.jpg" width="692" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">One of my own "artsy" set ups - <br />Lynn, Jackie, Charlotte, Norm.</span></td></tr></tbody></table>The weekend directly following Thanksgiving is the last weekend that Greenfield Village is open during daytime hours until springtime (mid-April). For December, the ticketed Christmas event, Holiday Nights, is all that's left. Come January, February, and March it is closed. So we try to take advantage of it being open on that last weekend in November.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5tbNl2kNzQ0eNSUhsiqZeJd7YFgjrNIiZ1Ts8VnUKUmbrRpqZ1zhpTlY_xI4PT94RDeVfWO9Pxq4r4PfmnEDJRsvs_vzB_fTkuucGC9VSPeE-AQQ4OnNn3mM5alcqjyof0nOOJS-fS3BiWgWqIsSVyjcSK9q602Dvak8xkr3C-wq-BGH2f2EsmLBgIw/s1024/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20024%20Thanksgiving%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="948" data-original-width="1024" height="592" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5tbNl2kNzQ0eNSUhsiqZeJd7YFgjrNIiZ1Ts8VnUKUmbrRpqZ1zhpTlY_xI4PT94RDeVfWO9Pxq4r4PfmnEDJRsvs_vzB_fTkuucGC9VSPeE-AQQ4OnNn3mM5alcqjyof0nOOJS-fS3BiWgWqIsSVyjcSK9q602Dvak8xkr3C-wq-BGH2f2EsmLBgIw/w640-h592/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20024%20Thanksgiving%20Traditions.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Until springtime...</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><div style="text-align: left;">As mentioned, stay tuned to Passion for the Past, for next week I plan another post, which will be dedicated to our Black Friday Greenfield Village visit. A whole lotta photos to see noting our adventure.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">But Christmas is coming...the goose is getting fat - - - heading up north is where it's at~</div><div style="text-align: left;">Another tradition we have in my family is our annual Christmas Tree Cutting Day.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Just three days following Thanksgiving, we traveled north to Applegate (in Michigan's "Thumb") to find and cut down our Christmas Tree. Per our norm we went to Western's Tree Farm. We've been going to this same place for close to 40 years now. We like---no, <i>love</i>---it, so why change, right? With tractor rides and horse rides taking us out to the acres and acres of trees, a log cabin filled with country Christmas décor, and the friendship we've built with the owners, it's been the perfect place for us.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzPXCcHHSuCSJy86YLk4hbYNDsxLhCKE1g6vdOAnHpIeKxeYkiHHemWrd-9H0Q_qBN8xwH7SrzmuWA1mHVO4rc-LiLF6ci14T8aOj1EOSbah3p-yxUkZeqdwpAfsBaaWSJ1iev4VcvmJiAn4L8dB55xAVM2hACcSQdgOMi4wT4HJ7GusB4OT6-P36pLw/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20005%20Thanksgiving%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="450" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzPXCcHHSuCSJy86YLk4hbYNDsxLhCKE1g6vdOAnHpIeKxeYkiHHemWrd-9H0Q_qBN8xwH7SrzmuWA1mHVO4rc-LiLF6ci14T8aOj1EOSbah3p-yxUkZeqdwpAfsBaaWSJ1iev4VcvmJiAn4L8dB55xAVM2hACcSQdgOMi4wT4HJ7GusB4OT6-P36pLw/w676-h450/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20005%20Thanksgiving%20Traditions.jpg" width="676" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The Western Tree Farm cabin.<br />This was not here when we first started coming here all those years ago. There was only a small white shack where you paid for your tree. I remember the owner at that time telling me about the plans to build the cabin from the logs of the trees growing on their property.<br />And here it is!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizaxLZ5HFwsdsNkdGgM2njRh5EYuSVTS8zyrFspcrW6LqvZkHl-01z1jzgk8ttOuxw_DE4mE0Ym8H-5tqtDQ-U0YtuPL3f6jLdNl1jlE4Xfn0LQRBaMYK_yyU5zfkX6ae06arczDEFhsKia9Yl8G2gI1VDoSy7z1YnfpDXxFA4BuppqMszyeqx8270PA/s840/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20006%20Thanksgiving%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="760" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizaxLZ5HFwsdsNkdGgM2njRh5EYuSVTS8zyrFspcrW6LqvZkHl-01z1jzgk8ttOuxw_DE4mE0Ym8H-5tqtDQ-U0YtuPL3f6jLdNl1jlE4Xfn0LQRBaMYK_yyU5zfkX6ae06arczDEFhsKia9Yl8G2gI1VDoSy7z1YnfpDXxFA4BuppqMszyeqx8270PA/w506-h760/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20006%20Thanksgiving%20Traditions.jpg" width="506" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A nice warm fire going in the fireplace inside the cabin.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqFEPjdI5bWmwVjH4vn01tzZ_ERysSL-fSXDLihToiwpZd1xpPWUjXtu5SY65WaJF_ZUIqugO6vfW50z7rfzsnW3Rpdj7fLXZ3qNQxxorYQsxWh1MUk_W0Gz7QPQX5kwNPcG_hqCmd4WkiVEXU9lHg-89RuxJybAfv4qVgMqequjOB1Z2-jyT8qr6WsQ/s840/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20007%20Thanksgiving%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="769" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqFEPjdI5bWmwVjH4vn01tzZ_ERysSL-fSXDLihToiwpZd1xpPWUjXtu5SY65WaJF_ZUIqugO6vfW50z7rfzsnW3Rpdj7fLXZ3qNQxxorYQsxWh1MUk_W0Gz7QPQX5kwNPcG_hqCmd4WkiVEXU9lHg-89RuxJybAfv4qVgMqequjOB1Z2-jyT8qr6WsQ/w511-h769/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20007%20Thanksgiving%20Traditions.jpg" width="511" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And they have the inside decorated very festive.<br />They sell all kinds of Christmas decorations - very "country."</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_JAC008T0UH9Ml1V2AshO7Nd4Sz3L8fooXURVrkK7MENJk9lrQguqrQ-kN67DpHvS1J8hm31Rf9b93KjhSTXivAkQjOPoe_sySz5GnLM0ab82aUxvXy6NJ8gXeDTM-cvHGPYnlcVjGicHuRGX_lZtUKiehFcS5g-Q61pxHfRimdNTGvR2LmFlRDoXXQ/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20008%20Thanksgiving%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="460" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_JAC008T0UH9Ml1V2AshO7Nd4Sz3L8fooXURVrkK7MENJk9lrQguqrQ-kN67DpHvS1J8hm31Rf9b93KjhSTXivAkQjOPoe_sySz5GnLM0ab82aUxvXy6NJ8gXeDTM-cvHGPYnlcVjGicHuRGX_lZtUKiehFcS5g-Q61pxHfRimdNTGvR2LmFlRDoXXQ/w691-h460/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20008%20Thanksgiving%20Traditions.jpg" width="691" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Here is most of my family - my daughter was not able to come this year.<br />She was home with a sick pup.<br />We grabbed the tractor ride this year. My grandsons loved it!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtRSP8cEt-qkPP2J-dntN1s3Cyte0Zz482x2-zV6R8m90-5w_g6sO93HB4RvZkdsRwNpQFCcigJuLEND13WZmrHU6pRtk3h9BRNi8EQwQYiZxKx4aUzqAgEZ_sW4p6AeSqfOiPMyEhC9i21b0uyuydXIDe8rTqkJ6JYeTWV9j1FNx1ES_AkCd15Av-dg/s1373/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20009%20Thanksgiving%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="966" data-original-width="1373" height="481" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtRSP8cEt-qkPP2J-dntN1s3Cyte0Zz482x2-zV6R8m90-5w_g6sO93HB4RvZkdsRwNpQFCcigJuLEND13WZmrHU6pRtk3h9BRNi8EQwQYiZxKx4aUzqAgEZ_sW4p6AeSqfOiPMyEhC9i21b0uyuydXIDe8rTqkJ6JYeTWV9j1FNx1ES_AkCd15Av-dg/w684-h481/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20009%20Thanksgiving%20Traditions.jpg" width="684" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Off to find the perfect tree.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir82PN5f82yyoN2NA9LXrsd3pE0CAkmJv-RwwDaufp8fMnWj8MKzpqxTIa8C07CP4LiQBWEIV7qwCKbEZSHpOyqQpuxlw_iRC0yaFpAFmNYMknh07geVr5BbJikLkWKmVFqH1l38S_xGZx7_-ntn5RDrAcHQFdmC1qWEQuPgNiQm-edD5zCdK3IdSfOw/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20010%20Thanksgiving%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="455" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir82PN5f82yyoN2NA9LXrsd3pE0CAkmJv-RwwDaufp8fMnWj8MKzpqxTIa8C07CP4LiQBWEIV7qwCKbEZSHpOyqQpuxlw_iRC0yaFpAFmNYMknh07geVr5BbJikLkWKmVFqH1l38S_xGZx7_-ntn5RDrAcHQFdmC1qWEQuPgNiQm-edD5zCdK3IdSfOw/w683-h455/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20010%20Thanksgiving%20Traditions.jpg" width="683" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The horse and cart was ready to take others out to the Christmas Tree forest.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb3HoEWS-ab8kC2r8ynNyBiX3VK3Q9itFqyB_Vmo5hz4em-D0H5RUmt_mAKM2axAFyc0a7LRWemGzu0V1zrtglLkq07vmFxExLDPEsOFym9VXbnHFbC2MX_Gx5tggrvUDLBQ4TyohnR6cjcj9ShZwSjJbWS4k3BaUqaoVMOTxCZ-6KNZRBjVm9wart8A/s840/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20011%20Thanksgiving%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="775" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb3HoEWS-ab8kC2r8ynNyBiX3VK3Q9itFqyB_Vmo5hz4em-D0H5RUmt_mAKM2axAFyc0a7LRWemGzu0V1zrtglLkq07vmFxExLDPEsOFym9VXbnHFbC2MX_Gx5tggrvUDLBQ4TyohnR6cjcj9ShZwSjJbWS4k3BaUqaoVMOTxCZ-6KNZRBjVm9wart8A/w516-h775/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20011%20Thanksgiving%20Traditions.jpg" width="516" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Through the cabin window...</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCP6Fe0cFb-X_tS_FbpqUYFrr8zC1ZuTkzoyYVZ5cV8hBMh9S6LS9M4WoKs91me2USmdcwj4RTi28upYaxUjcI4mvAE7D5lDbTQHdLoxNEiQ-vzETTn2VsmQg9KkLmWFxrjFPyqIq7QsBS905H8tx-58hmyyAzD5yi8DA9FlL-EnvOBS33o6XKKjz3zA/s810/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20012%20Thanksgiving%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="595" height="712" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCP6Fe0cFb-X_tS_FbpqUYFrr8zC1ZuTkzoyYVZ5cV8hBMh9S6LS9M4WoKs91me2USmdcwj4RTi28upYaxUjcI4mvAE7D5lDbTQHdLoxNEiQ-vzETTn2VsmQg9KkLmWFxrjFPyqIq7QsBS905H8tx-58hmyyAzD5yi8DA9FlL-EnvOBS33o6XKKjz3zA/w523-h712/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20012%20Thanksgiving%20Traditions.jpg" width="523" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">My wife and I had our picture taken together in front of the<br />festive Western Tree Farm cabin tree..<br />It's not very often we do so in modern clothing.<br />I think we look like midwesterners, don't you?<br />You betcha! We live in Michigan!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcwi0XHp5bLyfutAtcuOMBejJFar1WmSUmdUhPpcdEi_Nwuy6lcGWX0l9Jg0LAf2_cujGalDOEUmgh0W7dmhiQGRL8hqvQjj_HmrTb3pjdsp-4Wk7wnyVYl4wPk1qHYVEKkGbQlOKxjH3273h1czm8rhSM9FGiJqWt5FiXWd7CvuONzBgc8EX3eUHfeQ/s840/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20013%20Thanksgiving%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="831" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcwi0XHp5bLyfutAtcuOMBejJFar1WmSUmdUhPpcdEi_Nwuy6lcGWX0l9Jg0LAf2_cujGalDOEUmgh0W7dmhiQGRL8hqvQjj_HmrTb3pjdsp-4Wk7wnyVYl4wPk1qHYVEKkGbQlOKxjH3273h1czm8rhSM9FGiJqWt5FiXWd7CvuONzBgc8EX3eUHfeQ/w553-h831/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20013%20Thanksgiving%20Traditions.jpg" width="553" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Here is our tree all decorated!<br />As you can probably see, we have such a variety of different ornaments.<br />And we have quite a lot we've collected over the years - our trees<br />are getting smaller each year so we cannot put them all on.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaGel0sHuaOfTYPnTjuDACr0LBWeOB8zG304DWzUoUm7F1ZZotMB5fIP2cGLA02AMAEQn66XXzLIZuk059gfpD59kY7P7hLaYmXSvO1-G0LfZM6Zm9NfwIrAdFZMjDMXAYaNp1BU_vNhMO3vjr0cswdmDwD2jaBv-CmVEXzOcEqRdS_ok_9h2wI_8zjw/s832/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20020%20Thanksgiving%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="832" data-original-width="624" height="662" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaGel0sHuaOfTYPnTjuDACr0LBWeOB8zG304DWzUoUm7F1ZZotMB5fIP2cGLA02AMAEQn66XXzLIZuk059gfpD59kY7P7hLaYmXSvO1-G0LfZM6Zm9NfwIrAdFZMjDMXAYaNp1BU_vNhMO3vjr0cswdmDwD2jaBv-CmVEXzOcEqRdS_ok_9h2wI_8zjw/w497-h662/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20020%20Thanksgiving%20Traditions.jpg" width="497" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A few of our Greenfield Village ornaments:<br />Independence Hall (the front of The Henry Ford Museum),<br />the Martha-Mary Chapel, a redware sheep made in the pottery <br />building, and a bulb depicting the Sir John Bennett Sweet Shop.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifg8Sy4gYLzwYkI6mVq54tL73FkDtyOPFKODozoPF6BNCtG1JoLh9MhfH0Y8Po1kTimLRkdpLyCTUnbPzuRAAq5zKZsD9aZWFkr6vHjJAtG6Bz55Jchs0r0bGB54bA2frPgVsLuBGrey-40xDnemAY5Ge0Vgzd_OZHeu-qIdLe2Ywsn_s_igbvgt2qhA/s2048/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20021%20Thanksgiving%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="661" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifg8Sy4gYLzwYkI6mVq54tL73FkDtyOPFKODozoPF6BNCtG1JoLh9MhfH0Y8Po1kTimLRkdpLyCTUnbPzuRAAq5zKZsD9aZWFkr6vHjJAtG6Bz55Jchs0r0bGB54bA2frPgVsLuBGrey-40xDnemAY5Ge0Vgzd_OZHeu-qIdLe2Ywsn_s_igbvgt2qhA/w496-h661/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20021%20Thanksgiving%20Traditions.jpg" width="496" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">We have a squirrel ornament!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwfyX_xBy-sxWN1smvMfoI3iByJkUVbFetQUx5QOc3KxP6YKjRGb0PryfqQdOGFmnAHc5kL2CNOQEWMvRJRr89e44e-upXp8H47FHWfNN2TBCrvqwIyNIrRUuCTe_IKHv3Rh1xMXJBRHph8cI_cxQTbp7wFzQghZGhG7k1lriZXXxP7pWyVMf7eSh14A/s840/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20022%20Thanksgiving%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="759" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwfyX_xBy-sxWN1smvMfoI3iByJkUVbFetQUx5QOc3KxP6YKjRGb0PryfqQdOGFmnAHc5kL2CNOQEWMvRJRr89e44e-upXp8H47FHWfNN2TBCrvqwIyNIrRUuCTe_IKHv3Rh1xMXJBRHph8cI_cxQTbp7wFzQghZGhG7k1lriZXXxP7pWyVMf7eSh14A/w505-h759/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20022%20Thanksgiving%20Traditions.jpg" width="505" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Gotta have "A Christmas Carol" representation~</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>We include a variety of ornaments to make our tree that much more interesting to look at (and not give it the <i>mall tree</i> look).</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg47Iv3ANf3F_ef9rfyLroVJHGLmBbzx295V1KhSco-nPAoByDirzqA-iGsfYD1ReEWBFvKscJUWHCAQzE5eosDxtmbe_kGggrT4tbrAc5zD_to1zWIzQO7hFtZqY0ZOUIRG1pwjDDcDKBsI5K9BHgCmh7yRAVvi7r4Xl4jR4AmHTDM0Oxc1PguF9PzHw/s840/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20014%20Thanksgiving%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="813" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg47Iv3ANf3F_ef9rfyLroVJHGLmBbzx295V1KhSco-nPAoByDirzqA-iGsfYD1ReEWBFvKscJUWHCAQzE5eosDxtmbe_kGggrT4tbrAc5zD_to1zWIzQO7hFtZqY0ZOUIRG1pwjDDcDKBsI5K9BHgCmh7yRAVvi7r4Xl4jR4AmHTDM0Oxc1PguF9PzHw/w542-h813/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20014%20Thanksgiving%20Traditions.jpg" width="542" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Still...I love the uniqueness of it.<br />All lit up like a Christmas Tree!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><i>"Being now at home again, and alone, the only person in the house awake, my thoughts are drawn back, by a fascination which I do not care to resist, to my own childhood. I begin to consider, what do we all remember best upon the branches of the Christmas Tree of our own young Christmas days, by which we climbed to real life.</i></div><div><i>Straight, in the middle of the room, cramped in the freedom of its growth by no encircling walls or soon-reached ceiling, a shadowy tree arises; and, looking up into the dreamy brightness of its top-- for I observe in this tree the singular property that it appears to grow downward towards the earth--I look into my youngest Christmas recollections!"</i></div><div>Charles Dickens - <u>'A Christmas Tree'</u></div><div><br /></div><div>I pray your Thanksgiving was special, and may this Christmas Season be merry & bright for all of my readers.<br />God Bless.</div><div><br /></div><div>Until next time, see you in time.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #b45f06;">~</span><span style="color: red;"> ~ </span><span style="color: #04ff00;">~</span><span style="color: red;"> ~ </span><span style="color: #04ff00;">~</span><span style="color: red;"> ~ </span><span style="color: #04ff00;">~ </span><span style="color: red;"> ~ </span><span style="color: #04ff00;">~</span><span style="color: red;"> ~ </span><span style="color: #b45f06;">~</span></b></div></div>Historical Kenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04979801752112100293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56451385109293718.post-1035432839372610762023-11-23T08:42:00.005-05:002023-11-23T13:43:35.320-05:00Thanksgiving-Harvest Celebrations: ~Experiencing Our Research at the Colonial Cabin~<div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Did you make it to your local grocer to purchase your Thanksgiving dinner: frozen turkey, packaged vegetables, pre-made pumpkin pie mix, and bottles of Coke or Dr. Pepper?</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Wait---hold on a sec!</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Here...let's climb into the way-back machine - - - - - - - - - </i></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000;">-----</span><span style="color: #b45f06;">.....</span><span style="color: #bf9000;">___</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ffd966;">~</span><span style="color: #38761d;">Experiencing</span> <span style="color: #bf9000;">Our</span> <span style="color: #990000;">Research</span><span style="color: #ffd966;">~</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I've always dreamed of celebrating certain holidays in an old-fashioned manner, as they were once celebrated in days of old. For instance, as a young 'un, I wanted a Victorian Christmas something fierce! Especially after watching one of the many versions of Charles Dickens' "A Christmas Carol" movies.</div><div style="text-align: left;">And luckily for me, I've been able to experience the Christmas of my dreams (click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2019/12/a-decade-of-celebrating-christmas-past.html">HERE</a>).</div><div style="text-align: left;">But Christmas was not the only celebration of the past I wanted to encounter:</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA3qQ49xLGfYRsCVgD78c_bX8igYvAbXa0hzZhoDWCS8wISUBw28_G5zndDDYr-3I59Y4jmI7jzSH8uRzT-W8gPiRw8TquUMISEBpu7HwEVI2qdY6mYEfj_uEoVWgY4OBKZgo40ydgZIWJC0gtQga780p5YbWWpoo-BpNW4HbgNVERWyjq21IzJaQfVw/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-23%20026%20Thanksgiving%20at%20Colonial%20Cabin.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA3qQ49xLGfYRsCVgD78c_bX8igYvAbXa0hzZhoDWCS8wISUBw28_G5zndDDYr-3I59Y4jmI7jzSH8uRzT-W8gPiRw8TquUMISEBpu7HwEVI2qdY6mYEfj_uEoVWgY4OBKZgo40ydgZIWJC0gtQga780p5YbWWpoo-BpNW4HbgNVERWyjq21IzJaQfVw/w400-h266/q%202023%20-%2011-23%20026%20Thanksgiving%20at%20Colonial%20Cabin.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Happy Thanksgiving 1773!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;">Seasons - winter, spring, summer, and fall - were also another cause for old-time chores and celebrations. My books always seem to show old-time farming life - that's what <i>I</i> wanted to experience. And it was the season of autumn that I always tended to enjoy most of all, for everyone celebrated this "wooden" time of year, whether by going to the cider mill or apple picking or the pumpkin farm or even to a roadside vegetable stand. Little do most who take part in these activities realize they are actually participating in centuries-old traditions. And as I learned even more about harvest time and the way it was celebrated in days of old, I could feel my love and interest in that subject growing. Then to think that celebrating Thanksgiving itself was actually celebrating the harvest! I never thought of it in that way when I was young! Thanksgiving was always just...<i>Thanksgiving!</i> The gateway to Christmas! But through diligent research, this holiday means so much more to me as an adult then it ever did as a youth or young man. This is what reenacting and my love of research has done to me. Oh, I was always into history, but reenacting actually allowed me to <i>experience</i> history in ways I never had before.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Engulfed.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Immersed.</div><div style="text-align: left;">So, as <i>my</i> mind works, I thought, "wouldn't it be cool to actually celebrate Thanksgiving/Harvest time as they would have in early America?"</div><div style="text-align: left;">Due to the cabin excursions a few of us participate in throughout the seasons, I have been blessed with that opportunity.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Of course, first things first ~ ~ ~</div><div style="text-align: left;"><div>Thanksgiving in the last half of the 18th century was a time when a harvest meal meant just that: what you planted, grew, cared for, and then harvested. Your Thanksgiving meal was a true Thanksgiving meal - you were truly thankful to God for the blessings He gave you for your arduous labor throughout spring and summer and fall.</div></div><div style="text-align: left;">Early 1700s Thanksgiving observances, which could occur throughout the year, was not a day marked by plentiful food and drink as is today's custom, but rather a day set aside for prayer and fasting; a true “thanksgiving” was a day of prayer and pious humiliation, thanking God for His special Providence. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><div>But, as the 18th century progressed, it gradually turned more into a festive celebration as much as it was a holy day (or holiday). </div><div>It's this later period we strived to emulate.</div><div>So let's tell a little tale of our time-travel Thanksgiving celebrations.</div><div>First off, Thanksgiving meals were not necessarily like our current traditional holiday meals are like. Now, that doesn't mean our ancestors did not eat turkey, stuffing, rutabaga, vegetables, pumpkin pies, and the like. They most certainly did!</div><div>Well...some did - but not all. It all depended on what was in your garden and what meat was available for you to hunt. Some folks had deer/venison, while others may have had fish or ham. Chicken and duck was a popular meal as well.</div><div>However, I do like turkey. </div><div>Wild turkeys, in particular, were much smaller than the turkeys available in our supermarkets. Male turkeys were about 16 pounds, and female about 9 pounds.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj57U15OivrkLE4hWB5s9P1PC-59eSeL3BI7hC3QPIYFuvh-QeUnYZq3-ukXpqRjMlDjsAgC5JD8eNWae4x2DaJ9poGq8YRZgWNhuXXB_KL_Cb47rOZO_L02CyVZJpON1bcKbi6pFayOdFv_QBSuOG7PKwdYfpQhJ07uJefHMWN4acrEth5VOz65tCuMg/s1066/q%202023%20-%2011-23%20005%20Thanksgiving.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1066" height="511" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj57U15OivrkLE4hWB5s9P1PC-59eSeL3BI7hC3QPIYFuvh-QeUnYZq3-ukXpqRjMlDjsAgC5JD8eNWae4x2DaJ9poGq8YRZgWNhuXXB_KL_Cb47rOZO_L02CyVZJpON1bcKbi6pFayOdFv_QBSuOG7PKwdYfpQhJ07uJefHMWN4acrEth5VOz65tCuMg/w682-h511/q%202023%20-%2011-23%20005%20Thanksgiving.jpg" width="682" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Men went a-fowling or hunting for deer to add to the vegetables.<br /><div style="text-align: center;">The practice of hunting in England at the time the American colonies were settled was legally restricted to the gentry. Virtually all of the land was owned in large parcels by the wealthy, who preserved them from generation to generation by bequeathing their entire estates intact to the oldest son through the law of primogeniture. To protect these fields and woodlands from poachers, gamekeepers were employed who patrolled the properties and provided selective hunting for the owners. By law, no one was allowed to own a gun unless he possessed substantial freehold property or was given special permission. Thus, legal shooting was not even a choice for the average citizen. By the 1740s this restrictive practice led to hunting being considered a symbol of wealth.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmCoWbhWJns31niByCVB9zuPqAyaU0EXJmVEP0pwM3RnI77m8AP7iTrjEnr4K53RgW142Z17ZpgNFlqzH_2VMsSPWIB6mwI4KTcNDc7E9SkMuF1N0LRQPU1eiYsM-7Q4SYr_B4DG0Bkbp_3XgxwW9n9sArlCvMTH552D6meo3yEQ7EtiR_tRKaeMgCUQ/s1066/q%202023%20-%2011-23%20009%20Thanksgiving.jpg" style="font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1066" height="505" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmCoWbhWJns31niByCVB9zuPqAyaU0EXJmVEP0pwM3RnI77m8AP7iTrjEnr4K53RgW142Z17ZpgNFlqzH_2VMsSPWIB6mwI4KTcNDc7E9SkMuF1N0LRQPU1eiYsM-7Q4SYr_B4DG0Bkbp_3XgxwW9n9sArlCvMTH552D6meo3yEQ7EtiR_tRKaeMgCUQ/w673-h505/q%202023%20-%2011-23%20009%20Thanksgiving.jpg" width="673" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">In North America, however, land was readily available, and possession of guns was universal as hunting with firearms was a primary means of survival. Rural homes depended on arms to help feed their large families, as well as to provide physical protection and fulfill local militia demands. The heavily wooded terrain of the New World, in turn, provided a bounty of game ranging from turkeys, geese, ducks, and game birds to the larger deer, bear, elk, and moose. In order to take advantage of this, the provincials employed various combinations of ball, buckshot, or buck & ball in smoothbore flintlock fowlers which were the forerunners of today’s shotguns. </div>We will have quite the harvest feast!</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><div>And the fruits & vegetables would include apples, pumpkins and other types of squash, green beans, root vegetables such as beets and carrots and potatoes...then there was the slaughtering of hogs: <i>“When </i>(November's) <i>cold hardened the earth and turned breath to frost, it was time for the last food processing chore of the year—slaughtering the hogs. Families rarely ate fresh pork, but on slaughtering day, they ate enough to last the rest of the year—they would eat the quickly perishable organs on the first day and the tails, ears, and feet, the second. And on the third and following days, the backbones, ribs, and chitterlings. Shoulders, hams, sides, jowl sand sausage links went to the smokehouse. Trimmings were made into souse (pickled) meat and were sealed in stoneware jars where it kept for several weeks. With the rendering of the hog fat, the last of the harvest was in. The storerooms were full, and winter might do its worst.” </i></div><div>(from the wonderful book, <u>By the seasons: Cookery at the Homeplace-1850</u> by Kathryn M Fraser)</div></div><div><br /></div><div>And remember: if you did get a turkey, it, too, must be prepped before cooking:</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg21uUi6xV70NRsRse6DtaQa-wdetaoaC_r6SGwsgrbBvGjW-YYSg0I7ol-2oERRoQlsQRx-DcTju_yx2JW1YDc6KTUguzYZPdbkT8TKtPsSYgCjg1Ci4JQv_zxSNo1qsEI0kIaHUYCfFTHDR95GBzX4UWkbtvZDx7XQtGd1uztUnyX02vmbWOV20yueQ/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-23%20035%20Thanksgiving%20at%20Colonial%20Cabin.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1000" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg21uUi6xV70NRsRse6DtaQa-wdetaoaC_r6SGwsgrbBvGjW-YYSg0I7ol-2oERRoQlsQRx-DcTju_yx2JW1YDc6KTUguzYZPdbkT8TKtPsSYgCjg1Ci4JQv_zxSNo1qsEI0kIaHUYCfFTHDR95GBzX4UWkbtvZDx7XQtGd1uztUnyX02vmbWOV20yueQ/w334-h400/q%202023%20-%2011-23%20035%20Thanksgiving%20at%20Colonial%20Cabin.jpg" width="334" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Henry Walton</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Plucking the Turkey</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">exhibited 1776</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div><i>cut off the head, hang up by the legs, as the meat will be more white and wholesome if bled freely and quickly. In winter, kill them three days to a week before cooking. Scald well by dipping in and out of a pail or tub of boiling water, being careful not to scald so much as to set the feathers and make them more difficult to pluck; place the fowl on a board with the neck towards you, pull the feathers away from you, which will be in the direction they naturally lie (if pulled in a contrary direction the skin is likely to be torn), be careful to remove all of the pin-feathers with a knife or a pair of tweezers; singe, but not smoke over blazing paper, place on a meat-board, and with a sharp knife cut off the legs a little below the knee to prevent the muscles from shrinking away from the joint, and remove the oil-bag above the tail. Take out the crop, either by making a slit at the back of the neck or in front (the last is better), taking care that everything pertaining to the crop or windpipe is removed, cut the neck-bone off close to the body, leaving the skin a good length if to be stuffed; cut a slit three inches long from the tail upwards, being careful to cut only through the skin, put in a finger at the breast and detach all the intestines, taking care not to burst the gall-bag (situated near the upper part of the breast-bone, and attached to the liver; if broken, no washing can remove the bitter taint left on every spot it touches). Put in the hand at the incision near the tail, and draw out carefully all intestines; trim off the fat from the breast and at the lower incision; split the gizzard and take out the inside and inner lining (throw liver, heart, and gizzard into water, wash well, and lay aside to be cooked and used for the gravy). Wash the fowl thoroughly in several waters (some wipe carefully without washing), hang up to drain, and it is ready to be stuffed, skewered, and placed to roast.</i></div><div>(from the 1877 <u>Buckeye Cookbook</u>. Food preparation and cooking, for the most part, had not changed greatly in these early American years).</div><div>Here is how to make stuffing and to roast your turkey the 18th century way, from Amelia Simmons' <u>American Cookery</u> (aka The First American Cookbook) from 1796: </div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO5EYJ2Jo6xpKJupRi3YyP2n1l0WiMXAidym0GRrWIZ2jSaeordOqyNCAXP5ZRpeguMQ6Qj-6u7IVpH5jeWdzuC-fVf_N_DgJi2FfvIH4zsgoSLQluVdV03f-jxQwAj_MfCLC8pxMA5LPFzO9mGMeYCVigPkFQ1p5nQpIc5t7slXHwDHmONTOA_dgovg/s832/q%202023%20-%2011-23%20007%20Thanksgiving.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="832" data-original-width="624" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO5EYJ2Jo6xpKJupRi3YyP2n1l0WiMXAidym0GRrWIZ2jSaeordOqyNCAXP5ZRpeguMQ6Qj-6u7IVpH5jeWdzuC-fVf_N_DgJi2FfvIH4zsgoSLQluVdV03f-jxQwAj_MfCLC8pxMA5LPFzO9mGMeYCVigPkFQ1p5nQpIc5t7slXHwDHmONTOA_dgovg/w300-h400/q%202023%20-%2011-23%20007%20Thanksgiving.jpg" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">From 1796~</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><i>To stuff a turkey:</i></div><div><i>Grate a wheat loaf, one quarter of a pound butter, one quarter of a pound salt pork, finely chopped, 2 eggs, a little sweet marjoram, summer savory, parsley and sage, pepper and salt (if the pork be not sufficient,) fill the bird and sew up.</i></div><div><i>The same will answer for all Wild Fowl.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>To stuff and roast a Turkey, or Fowl</i></div><div><i>One pound soft wheat bread, 3 ounces beef suet, 3 eggs, a little sweet thyme, sweet marjoram, pepper and salt, and some add a gill of wine; fill the bird therewith and sew up, hang down to a steady solid fire, basting frequently with salt and water, and roast until a steam emits from the breast, put one third of a pound of butter into the gravy, dust flour over the bird and baste with the gravy; serve up with boiled onions and cranberry-sauce, mangoes, pickles or celery.</i></div><div><i>2. Others omit sweet herbs, and add parsley done with potatoes.</i></div><div><i>3. Boil and mash 3 pints potatoes, wet them with butter, add sweet herbs, pepper, salt, fill and roast as above.</i></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>So the ladies of the house got down to it - - - - </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip0CwbSgbGW94-eBV-W3-w6qz7EuQ8m6KjQDCYPwb32xrv3A4DqsfM6hCeV-oxEPDXKPnId4PQPmjCl-65_f2EaMs89tAAtkHzggSWTvruqdbCdXbjYN2tVNeY6eZmwTRv1vcIiDW8VvcPLldXICILLNf1s0xXgiMgZrYi3ColeauTXTUBKGn2SJng5Q/s1066/q%202023%20-%2011-23%20017%20Thanksgiving%20at%20Colonial%20Cabin.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1066" height="511" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip0CwbSgbGW94-eBV-W3-w6qz7EuQ8m6KjQDCYPwb32xrv3A4DqsfM6hCeV-oxEPDXKPnId4PQPmjCl-65_f2EaMs89tAAtkHzggSWTvruqdbCdXbjYN2tVNeY6eZmwTRv1vcIiDW8VvcPLldXICILLNf1s0xXgiMgZrYi3ColeauTXTUBKGn2SJng5Q/w681-h511/q%202023%20-%2011-23%20017%20Thanksgiving%20at%20Colonial%20Cabin.jpg" width="681" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Our first Thanksgiving harvest experience - 1770~</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>"...a glowing bed of red-hot coals, banked the night before, </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>still burned on the hearth..."</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The start of our day, and Larissa made sure to build up a good cooking fire.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">She has 20+ years of hearth-cooking experience from working at the</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">1750 Daggett House at Greenfield Village. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">We were in good hands.</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizqKnKoZfWoLCFfGIp85Ojp8XhJNOp-yDOhc3n_5V00k7XXR8A51SGXzYGEPOYvaeTBv3Jhmogr7H1pJwbFt8jWOfvzrXX0qV9JBB9H6J_YAgmT2vzaagmG_1qGR40pqhqxOHpRvKIo7PV-qBixgz5sH1_AW-7fU3ViXgSeIuqZ6Xl3U1OLUqVLbxe9Q/s1066/q%202023%20-%2011-23%20008%20Thanksgiving.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1066" height="512" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizqKnKoZfWoLCFfGIp85Ojp8XhJNOp-yDOhc3n_5V00k7XXR8A51SGXzYGEPOYvaeTBv3Jhmogr7H1pJwbFt8jWOfvzrXX0qV9JBB9H6J_YAgmT2vzaagmG_1qGR40pqhqxOHpRvKIo7PV-qBixgz5sH1_AW-7fU3ViXgSeIuqZ6Xl3U1OLUqVLbxe9Q/w683-h512/q%202023%20-%2011-23%20008%20Thanksgiving.jpg" width="683" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">1770<br />Running a kitchen really did require a staggering range of skills, including chopping kindling, keeping a fire burning indefinitely, knowing which wood was best for baking or frying, plucking feathers from fowl, butchering animals large and small, cosseting (caring for) bread yeast, brewing beer, making cheese, adjusting 'burners' of coals on a hearth and gauging the temperature of a bake oven. In fact, the colonial cook would have to begin their work by "building a good-sized fire on the hearth, but once the logs had burned to coals, the embers were moved around, and carefully selected pieces of wood would be added to produce different kinds of heat, often having several small fires going at once. Piles of live embers on the hearth were like burners on a stove; a gridiron set over a pile of coals could be used for broiling; a pan set over coals on a <br />trivet could be used for frying; and coals could be piled over and under a Dutch oven <br />for baking." </span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8OWYqy-UEkMgonFc62BMReTNYCFBRmOhKd98kCScf2x6vlq4CLpKZdUqpg0dMFRL0Caew3K7LnaLyg00WqPGaN1v7pQB3cb9zPGZFrd8ExHB7MznivcsToFuUeLjJm1srMbwLLMLIwRpC8C8OdYzqqY5OqrixRXi2BeK5MMcwFy3HzCVJ-LAcGfFP1g/s1066/q%202023%20-%2011-23%20010%20Thanksgiving.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1066" height="509" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8OWYqy-UEkMgonFc62BMReTNYCFBRmOhKd98kCScf2x6vlq4CLpKZdUqpg0dMFRL0Caew3K7LnaLyg00WqPGaN1v7pQB3cb9zPGZFrd8ExHB7MznivcsToFuUeLjJm1srMbwLLMLIwRpC8C8OdYzqqY5OqrixRXi2BeK5MMcwFy3HzCVJ-LAcGfFP1g/w679-h509/q%202023%20-%2011-23%20010%20Thanksgiving.jpg" width="679" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">1770</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">As Charlotte wrote: "My goal was to learn and experience in part what it must</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">have been like. We modern folk are so spoiled with all of our gadgets and</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">pre-processed everything that we miss the joy and sense of accomplishment</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">in THEE process itself." </span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">So each year following, we continued to celebrate as if it were 250 years earlier:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><div>Just so the reader understands <i>our</i> time:</div><div>1770 = 2020</div><div>1771 = 2021</div><div>1772 = 2022</div><div>1773 = 2023</div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQzSsg_c2u2HE7K4ZRWRN5NKwLNHf2aKy0lYJ8zU-_s0E_XfxmnYZjHZYMiElaXhfC3IeZDXFbIa0j7SUjbQh_Km98WNq0KuPp1-F2QuEFCpzNhGwbE4djfp4ip3nOovk9rKtstY2nJJUAzD0rXWVUoutXCEOpIonkcDDuXLogcG0DK_uNSgND9WVVpw/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-23%20015%20Thanksgiving%20at%20Colonial%20Cabin.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="452" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQzSsg_c2u2HE7K4ZRWRN5NKwLNHf2aKy0lYJ8zU-_s0E_XfxmnYZjHZYMiElaXhfC3IeZDXFbIa0j7SUjbQh_Km98WNq0KuPp1-F2QuEFCpzNhGwbE4djfp4ip3nOovk9rKtstY2nJJUAzD0rXWVUoutXCEOpIonkcDDuXLogcG0DK_uNSgND9WVVpw/w679-h452/q%202023%20-%2011-23%20015%20Thanksgiving%20at%20Colonial%20Cabin.jpg" width="679" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Larissa and Jackie in 1771</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwp4V6FXOU8Wx1weg8fYx1rk4Mo4YkGyibjV7LmdmuhsLmhAdhaA_QYhxRS6VY1RScsVVpVNSXjfCZ3-iI2tjc9CHG-Htb6yJ7C9As13EcX16LZHKZ5Iy9FwvtwsXp-Qg_SMp82A7xQm6zkDi7gnfvSPY4RN3STPzjruNTeZq8v6GP5rdIACDS3lNsYQ/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-23%20014%20Thanksgiving.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="457" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwp4V6FXOU8Wx1weg8fYx1rk4Mo4YkGyibjV7LmdmuhsLmhAdhaA_QYhxRS6VY1RScsVVpVNSXjfCZ3-iI2tjc9CHG-Htb6yJ7C9As13EcX16LZHKZ5Iy9FwvtwsXp-Qg_SMp82A7xQm6zkDi7gnfvSPY4RN3STPzjruNTeZq8v6GP5rdIACDS3lNsYQ/w687-h457/q%202023%20-%2011-23%20014%20Thanksgiving.jpg" width="687" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Our ladies worked diligently hard to ensure our 18th century harvest meal would be <br />as close to one from 1771.<br />They succeeded! </span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkEFFdpD1i7jjLbMqlZo_UGPmdSMdB1c2RxkEwJSlismjaUcBnQpu8lOQZY_puZJ8ay4LMHpfpRr525DnAKwCGRRGIbyWMwMsOVC42huBBeH2yVbJuz4ZhCUoGGDEN4Y1V_j5Q8WSfL8mb7wZHAVI4ceCPzNZFvnT8PdJn2v1psFufXooPSroCet4Jcg/s1006/q%202023%20-%2011-23%20016%20Thanksgiving%20at%20Colonial%20Cabin.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="846" data-original-width="1006" height="575" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkEFFdpD1i7jjLbMqlZo_UGPmdSMdB1c2RxkEwJSlismjaUcBnQpu8lOQZY_puZJ8ay4LMHpfpRr525DnAKwCGRRGIbyWMwMsOVC42huBBeH2yVbJuz4ZhCUoGGDEN4Y1V_j5Q8WSfL8mb7wZHAVI4ceCPzNZFvnT8PdJn2v1psFufXooPSroCet4Jcg/w684-h575/q%202023%20-%2011-23%20016%20Thanksgiving%20at%20Colonial%20Cabin.jpg" width="684" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Our 1771 gathering was a bit smaller than the previous year's. I had gotten pneumonia (in real life!) that year and found myself in the hospital for a week and out of commission for a month, so I was a mite weaker and could not really plan as I had hoped. In all honesty, I was uncertain on whether or not we would even have a harvest meal at the cabin that year. But my friends Larissa, Jackie, and Charlotte insisted and promised they would keep an eye on me, which they did. And we were able to pull it off. My forever thanks goes out to these wonderful ladies who I am proud and honored to call my friends.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-zkUhmV7vHZwO11NZwIUTSi5dG9HM3e7C8Ei0mESmuPd54wCUtSmub2n7aiD0XVsQu5C0ko4-uOfN_QHLOobd3wfnrmsookR2TY84wTQWQHrv9aff3aBuLmZTa53R-pkUbb2uBSB31A1YRTP_Y32eafnvBp4WFYAA3bnm5WqpLm3ehgHuGGY1jRwqCw/s2048/q%202023%20-%2011-23%20018%20Thanksgiving%20at%20Colonial%20Cabin.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="689" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-zkUhmV7vHZwO11NZwIUTSi5dG9HM3e7C8Ei0mESmuPd54wCUtSmub2n7aiD0XVsQu5C0ko4-uOfN_QHLOobd3wfnrmsookR2TY84wTQWQHrv9aff3aBuLmZTa53R-pkUbb2uBSB31A1YRTP_Y32eafnvBp4WFYAA3bnm5WqpLm3ehgHuGGY1jRwqCw/w517-h689/q%202023%20-%2011-23%20018%20Thanksgiving%20at%20Colonial%20Cabin.jpg" width="517" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A harvest meal in 1771 didn't necessarily have to be piled <br />high with food, as we do today. One can be thankful with a <br />smaller meal just as well. And Larissa made my favorite <br />18th century dish: fricandillas (an 18th century meatball recipe).<br />Oh yeah...!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Due to unforeseen circumstances, we did not have a separate Thanksgiving for 1772.</div><div style="text-align: left;">However, being that we participated in Pioneer Day, which is a harvest celebration in its own right (in a public way), we did have wonderful dinner. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxuezP3v4LuvvO9IQrs4voFknVA3lUJvGquInd4VkB0nokQvl47uEJXnawsnzl7TYwjv6wbVVnPWUd35eB-TnCghy32CbKE3n3pLUQvZrk_pYXhB7GbBp7PHTVhfUvqYEuedmror0MHMD49rzDBH4fFc3oZRCgAiJp1Aple4rsDQJpW_w81qSogsNl6A/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-23%20032%20Thanksgiving%20at%20Colonial%20Cabin.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="460" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxuezP3v4LuvvO9IQrs4voFknVA3lUJvGquInd4VkB0nokQvl47uEJXnawsnzl7TYwjv6wbVVnPWUd35eB-TnCghy32CbKE3n3pLUQvZrk_pYXhB7GbBp7PHTVhfUvqYEuedmror0MHMD49rzDBH4fFc3oZRCgAiJp1Aple4rsDQJpW_w81qSogsNl6A/w691-h460/q%202023%20-%2011-23%20032%20Thanksgiving%20at%20Colonial%20Cabin.jpg" width="691" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">1772<br />Larissa could not join us for pioneer Day, but Jackie & Charlotte worked together, gathering their hearth-cooking knowledge and experience, and put together a <br />fine repast of a meal.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisZwWWqpdVEmX-W-o96GErGFtAyryEHtr32MR1wMIyoBWhzU9f7y6fsFT-3F1SgW3qKOPvNjIuCMPLGg_vwidwoydjCy8BJ3Li8uDDNAlYabg2zdNyRAWiTrnxAf22oHHlP51EsQVgAln08QJRjy5ofJLHjAts5b2q5wu8icmiKCvtfuvBbjkqSKsusQ/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-23%20031%20Thanksgiving%20at%20Colonial%20Cabin.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisZwWWqpdVEmX-W-o96GErGFtAyryEHtr32MR1wMIyoBWhzU9f7y6fsFT-3F1SgW3qKOPvNjIuCMPLGg_vwidwoydjCy8BJ3Li8uDDNAlYabg2zdNyRAWiTrnxAf22oHHlP51EsQVgAln08QJRjy5ofJLHjAts5b2q5wu8icmiKCvtfuvBbjkqSKsusQ/w688-h458/q%202023%20-%2011-23%20031%20Thanksgiving%20at%20Colonial%20Cabin.jpg" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">1772<br />My wife was also there, though she did spinning wheel presentations while the other two cooked.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div>In 1773, we made sure to have a date set for our own Thanksgiving. But first, we participated in Waterloo's mid-October event, Pioneer Day, as we did the previous year. So even though we were making plans for an upcoming more 'private" Thanksgiving celebration, we still enjoyed quite the meal our ladies cooked up during our time there for Pioneer Day.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIJW-ISmkdgCl2Ts4jOkZtDTNEhWdFMeccUxkS6G9V4XdQzdXbaWoiBfPJKBPUlDq1wroLPVBzhRVSHRyTwgKoBXppdpXIayuDEUPXa9wSbt5phgJ5jLw0V05-6M5efP2Yg0zJDfapZFoP45T83M9ZWw5w8eX-9ztOgvagn65UrZ8YesaMopmdheNepQ/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-23%20027%20Thanksgiving%20at%20Colonial%20Cabin.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="461" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIJW-ISmkdgCl2Ts4jOkZtDTNEhWdFMeccUxkS6G9V4XdQzdXbaWoiBfPJKBPUlDq1wroLPVBzhRVSHRyTwgKoBXppdpXIayuDEUPXa9wSbt5phgJ5jLw0V05-6M5efP2Yg0zJDfapZFoP45T83M9ZWw5w8eX-9ztOgvagn65UrZ8YesaMopmdheNepQ/w693-h461/q%202023%20-%2011-23%20027%20Thanksgiving%20at%20Colonial%20Cabin.jpg" width="693" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div><span style="font-size: medium;">For our dinner meal on Pioneer Day we had pork chops (from our slaughtered pigs) with cooked apples (from our orchard), beets (from our garden), molasses bread (from our wheat and our bartering for the molasses) and butter (from our cows - churned by Jackie and Charlotte), and sweet potatoes (from the market).</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">And to drink? Why, cider from our orchard, of course!</span></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIsPugFMrVmdcx2cuUKQTMQ_R5MlRq6iJHBkFiRGKa9vcnRMJIzDoOJPG1ipf3y8mVJbbgx4oGoLqkbwN76YJxlS8vGneqDY-4V-3lPiHC0i7R85tMYaDNSfWOzSiambd95oyB0oCEk9k3Z4ecu5DTVpHiv8vCgeAAIa_ejyTUw_YgMoTxdydowxn6UA/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-23%20028%20Thanksgiving%20at%20Colonial%20Cabin.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="466" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIsPugFMrVmdcx2cuUKQTMQ_R5MlRq6iJHBkFiRGKa9vcnRMJIzDoOJPG1ipf3y8mVJbbgx4oGoLqkbwN76YJxlS8vGneqDY-4V-3lPiHC0i7R85tMYaDNSfWOzSiambd95oyB0oCEk9k3Z4ecu5DTVpHiv8vCgeAAIa_ejyTUw_YgMoTxdydowxn6UA/w700-h466/q%202023%20-%2011-23%20028%20Thanksgiving%20at%20Colonial%20Cabin.jpg" width="700" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Our traditional harvest feast~</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">However, just a few weeks later, it was back to business for our 1773 harvest celebration, meaning replicating the holiday as if it truly were 1773.</div><div style="text-align: left;">And no visitors.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Again, I believe we were successful in this endeavor.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKozzmF7tzrqfP5aAaSngX2YJhvn2vJfnOTKvUcLJo8lSOQYxPQH8LgjDfMJr1CMUCihfZayWvEGOUjyRShzLNBwEPPpyqT-y5qkaFk7s_jckK94uW_bF2I2T_iLkipin6bcUM-NH4IOeVu9xBJj5QZQOa-RUzghKPdOAXdyAHEmTEitRSi5o3ifbA7A/s1280/q%202023%20-%2011-23%20021%20Thanksgiving%20at%20Colonial%20Cabin.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="831" data-original-width="1280" height="451" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKozzmF7tzrqfP5aAaSngX2YJhvn2vJfnOTKvUcLJo8lSOQYxPQH8LgjDfMJr1CMUCihfZayWvEGOUjyRShzLNBwEPPpyqT-y5qkaFk7s_jckK94uW_bF2I2T_iLkipin6bcUM-NH4IOeVu9xBJj5QZQOa-RUzghKPdOAXdyAHEmTEitRSi5o3ifbA7A/w694-h451/q%202023%20-%2011-23%20021%20Thanksgiving%20at%20Colonial%20Cabin.jpg" width="694" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">1773<br />Jackie, Charlotte, and Larissa, all worked together for a successful feast.<br />I am so very thankful that I found friends who have similar historical dreams <br />and wants as I.<br />I am blessed in so many ways.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpDoLuiKUvNLy9XGI9OmN2g41X6eYcigVggB3XQWvJtXhKs4hvkSjHUTMNR4s5gG0HyE3WULJvsLvTnNZPlcEbe8spQLeZuo4KFrZvgtSwuskTILji4PLnog3vbyq8VtTOxIFV7g4oJ11ed6AME8YOVfoUkpIvguDMD-4VUwF3PyRc59Wq-P5sm8OEBw/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-23%20022%20Thanksgiving%20at%20Colonial%20Cabin.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="461" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpDoLuiKUvNLy9XGI9OmN2g41X6eYcigVggB3XQWvJtXhKs4hvkSjHUTMNR4s5gG0HyE3WULJvsLvTnNZPlcEbe8spQLeZuo4KFrZvgtSwuskTILji4PLnog3vbyq8VtTOxIFV7g4oJ11ed6AME8YOVfoUkpIvguDMD-4VUwF3PyRc59Wq-P5sm8OEBw/w692-h461/q%202023%20-%2011-23%20022%20Thanksgiving%20at%20Colonial%20Cabin.jpg" width="692" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">If you think cooking Thanksgiving dinner today is a big job, consider cooking it over an open fire, making everything from scratch, (and doing it almost daily).</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Thanksgiving celebrations of the 18th century began with a church service, so people could express their gratitude for a successful year. Sadly, in many American households, the Thanksgiving celebration has lost much of its original religious significance; instead, it now centers on cooking and sharing a bountiful meal with family and friends.</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;">And has become the gateway to Christmas.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5mpLflItQnN7IQyQq4isamKjcbB-5PBh2mcg0DDEHgE2ZsKV4IVcQvkW1xKfw-E87Qr-ecz2cYuMFaoYric7W0ro0olEwEqmww8Og3aEYFO6hDzTfRb7wDAsQJ-FdzRNa6NAtpAdac7t1cNpYNZuTAdmpGuSrQjWfP1iNeYfjo-g3FOpBsHWwl7qzsA/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-23%20023%20Thanksgiving%20at%20Colonial%20Cabin.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="465" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5mpLflItQnN7IQyQq4isamKjcbB-5PBh2mcg0DDEHgE2ZsKV4IVcQvkW1xKfw-E87Qr-ecz2cYuMFaoYric7W0ro0olEwEqmww8Og3aEYFO6hDzTfRb7wDAsQJ-FdzRNa6NAtpAdac7t1cNpYNZuTAdmpGuSrQjWfP1iNeYfjo-g3FOpBsHWwl7qzsA/w699-h465/q%202023%20-%2011-23%20023%20Thanksgiving%20at%20Colonial%20Cabin.jpg" width="699" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">1773<br />A little trick of the trade:<br />see our plates and bowls there to the left of the hearth?<br />They are a bit on the cool side, meaning our food will get cold much quicker <br />while setting upon them, so there were warmed up slightly.<br />It worked!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;">We have a sort of motivational rallying cry: "upping our game," meaning to constantly attempt to improve ourselves; to be able to help each other improve by pointing out possible anachronisms in our fashions, food, mannerisms, abilities, chores...and it's not done in a snarky manner either. We're here to encourage each other - not discourage. We try to research through the many sources available, such as books and reputable on-line sites, as well as through other historians/living historians. We gather the information and share it with one another and make the valiant attempt to include it in our 18th century lives.</div><div style="text-align: left;">One good example: </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijXDeRzuTNvcB4b5J5vMS2BO65MHW6KfmTbWvaNK8GPxvNpdnU9c_LfbS_5_e1_UsgUi4Ga1a1Pl49OJgowpxBiRL6-goar25oMkOId_HSGp23hwQ_ip3PLz00EygK4QRzZ6qfdp5PxkD8RbXAKWIq308FMst65PbF6Ej1V8FrevsgdQrJZ0VM2Pib9g/s840/q%202023%20-%2011-23%20030%20Thanksgiving%20at%20Colonial%20Cabin.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="color: black;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="697" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijXDeRzuTNvcB4b5J5vMS2BO65MHW6KfmTbWvaNK8GPxvNpdnU9c_LfbS_5_e1_UsgUi4Ga1a1Pl49OJgowpxBiRL6-goar25oMkOId_HSGp23hwQ_ip3PLz00EygK4QRzZ6qfdp5PxkD8RbXAKWIq308FMst65PbF6Ej1V8FrevsgdQrJZ0VM2Pib9g/w464-h697/q%202023%20-%2011-23%20030%20Thanksgiving%20at%20Colonial%20Cabin.jpg" width="464" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">1773</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I brought along a couple of pumpkins that my wife grew in</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">our home garden. Oh, and a pie she made from others grown.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">That's when Charlotte got a grand idea...</span> </div></td></tr></tbody></table>You see, while at Waterloo's mid-October Pioneer Day, we saw Susan Dewey, a tribal member of the Sault Ste. Marie band of Chippewas, demonstrate as a native woman of the mid-18th century (1750-1770s) cooking native foods.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM2I8oeaZ_FNnXsIX4U4srFxgNH4ZxieKsHHcqPlDXqfp4ieyr8hfc5u4ChiPBHqU8Hxt8O7MPra05XJ1zEAqg7cErBlMO9Sb3l30cTBUQNTqR0HAMJdMuh5vgV1A1AmoGmOo80XtOnz_yMhxajrpPjqFnoxTk17nZw7V0ldllbT814Ojxx54ivB72gg/s960/q%202023%20-%2011-23%20029%20Thanksgiving%20at%20Colonial%20Cabin.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="663" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM2I8oeaZ_FNnXsIX4U4srFxgNH4ZxieKsHHcqPlDXqfp4ieyr8hfc5u4ChiPBHqU8Hxt8O7MPra05XJ1zEAqg7cErBlMO9Sb3l30cTBUQNTqR0HAMJdMuh5vgV1A1AmoGmOo80XtOnz_yMhxajrpPjqFnoxTk17nZw7V0ldllbT814Ojxx54ivB72gg/w497-h663/q%202023%20-%2011-23%20029%20Thanksgiving%20at%20Colonial%20Cabin.jpg" width="497" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div><span style="font-size: medium;">1773 - Pioneer Day</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Here we see Susan</span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: medium;">with her demonstration and presentation</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">as a native woman of the mid-18th century (1750-1770s), </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">cooking native foods, such as a sweet pumpkin in the ground.</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div><br /></div></div> So when Charlotte saw the pumpkins I brought along for our own Thanksgiving, she immediately went to work, remembering what she saw and was told a month earlier, and here is what she did while we were replicating our own 1773 Thanksgiving.<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg2WMdshIdKn3s3eWEH71cQ2HlEiNytEdfcA7KoT6_-hS0fVFbZ6Ix6mr6DHMT2QL0Vms0JhhABbCJt6KN65lPj8ArPoErvw6jf5CdTYu8QKtCd1MXqHzymD7-0E5GJGZdfblu-_IbkShcivm7kfwKTpQNMNcJSEpA8UdXq_yMYl1j-c9zniNnu1qMzQ/s1679/q%202023%20-%2011-23%20019%20Thanksgiving%20at%20Colonial%20Cabin.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="794" data-original-width="1679" height="325" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg2WMdshIdKn3s3eWEH71cQ2HlEiNytEdfcA7KoT6_-hS0fVFbZ6Ix6mr6DHMT2QL0Vms0JhhABbCJt6KN65lPj8ArPoErvw6jf5CdTYu8QKtCd1MXqHzymD7-0E5GJGZdfblu-_IbkShcivm7kfwKTpQNMNcJSEpA8UdXq_yMYl1j-c9zniNnu1qMzQ/w689-h325/q%202023%20-%2011-23%20019%20Thanksgiving%20at%20Colonial%20Cabin.jpg" width="689" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">1773<br />One of our activities this fall day was to dip candles. <br />Well, Charlotte "borrowed" some of my candle-making fire to cook her pumpkin <br />in a similar manner that Susan did, and she set the pumpkin at the edge and not <br />directly in the flames.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdNhwp9KVN-HjnmdSA0zjviu9pjW6OHkOCNKRJRuWZENW2AbKE38X0oJOvPW5cB27TiTn4_wub6lEV_Iwl6oiTJZH5gyxHOlYovQ7HTXl9dB3CzhNKg6MEBW1vYaXpTMSyYiYA_dGTamDrTXMfa3vkmeBEzq99izhRVMPg0geLRinneaQE5aFnUeWBMA/s840/q%202023%20-%2011-23%20020%20Thanksgiving%20at%20Colonial%20Cabin.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="757" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdNhwp9KVN-HjnmdSA0zjviu9pjW6OHkOCNKRJRuWZENW2AbKE38X0oJOvPW5cB27TiTn4_wub6lEV_Iwl6oiTJZH5gyxHOlYovQ7HTXl9dB3CzhNKg6MEBW1vYaXpTMSyYiYA_dGTamDrTXMfa3vkmeBEzq99izhRVMPg0geLRinneaQE5aFnUeWBMA/w504-h757/q%202023%20-%2011-23%20020%20Thanksgiving%20at%20Colonial%20Cabin.jpg" width="504" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">1773</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">She tested it every-so-often to make sure it was cooking correctly.</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><div>I'm not even going to tell a minor fib - it turned out so good!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="color: #ffd966; text-align: center;">~</span><span style="color: #38761d; text-align: center;">Experiencing</span><span style="text-align: center;"> </span><span style="color: #bf9000; text-align: center;">Our</span><span style="text-align: center;"> </span><span style="color: #990000; text-align: center;">Research</span><span style="color: #ffd966; text-align: center;">~</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="color: #ffd966; text-align: center;"><br /></span></b></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC6yL_TP_Zw52Mfqw05fA9CFJE6Qx-9doNjpFYGL2PpLT0_zQjj71hVFMaqaXE0hQWlpudgXo1pxr9JZcTDoyBcKZLOupD3ax9idzCSwTC-H36YL-EFE8zEbjh_dOaoh12zCkT3w4wEqc4HQfYoiA3ND4cRg5Y4WtNJaF9dLUcXgloCGeYqTP8_FtDrA/s6000/q%202023%20-%2011-23%20024%20Thanksgiving%20at%20Colonial%20Cabin.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="660" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC6yL_TP_Zw52Mfqw05fA9CFJE6Qx-9doNjpFYGL2PpLT0_zQjj71hVFMaqaXE0hQWlpudgXo1pxr9JZcTDoyBcKZLOupD3ax9idzCSwTC-H36YL-EFE8zEbjh_dOaoh12zCkT3w4wEqc4HQfYoiA3ND4cRg5Y4WtNJaF9dLUcXgloCGeYqTP8_FtDrA/w439-h660/q%202023%20-%2011-23%20024%20Thanksgiving%20at%20Colonial%20Cabin.JPG" width="439" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">1773<br />With these ladies - Jackie, Charlotte, and Larissa - we <br />created as close to a harvest feast Thanksgiving as any<br />could do in 1773.<br />My historical heart is filled!</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqT68BBdLBqb_GZWjZHo7KEydSA1eh9-TvJim7DXUfLTmPMwhQdWnnVZCJ8QH_1KMjFMhqtnhLr8Jv9YRAR01P1sc_0eYM5EycQJg7PML5BTXiYb4fCgXbL5ejg86e3lkWSYaRbEqnaTZERNzL1C2LA0XpZAJEusdG0u8vfAVbq3ywB_WvzZG2wyoelg/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-23%20025%20Thanksgiving%20at%20Colonial%20Cabin.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="461" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqT68BBdLBqb_GZWjZHo7KEydSA1eh9-TvJim7DXUfLTmPMwhQdWnnVZCJ8QH_1KMjFMhqtnhLr8Jv9YRAR01P1sc_0eYM5EycQJg7PML5BTXiYb4fCgXbL5ejg86e3lkWSYaRbEqnaTZERNzL1C2LA0XpZAJEusdG0u8vfAVbq3ywB_WvzZG2wyoelg/w692-h461/q%202023%20-%2011-23%20025%20Thanksgiving%20at%20Colonial%20Cabin.jpg" width="692" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Our 1773 Thanksgiving harvest meal:<br />chicken, stuffing, mashed potatoes, parsnips, bread (all cooked over an open <br />hearth), and a pumpkin squash baked in the fire outside from a recipe <br />shared by a native American...plus beets! - and cider to wash it down - plus a <br />pumpkin pie - - -a true harvest feast created by the wonderful ladies who have <br />become my 18th century family!<br />By the way, yes, I am upping my game on the plate and will have a more <br />period-correct one from <a href="https://www.samsonhistorical.com/">Samson's Historical</a> next time out!</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfehVCbvFeearqcKIrZZ8elV-8kMnOAZZs-s79BR3ViWrCllaHjr402-p7KX12DlxVaGb3wyrScdIsPLFN1I8tYC_QvsTNTeCgLB0B9odGnziphKM6ZXBpYK3Qvk4BSYSgioaLtvy2TuUkOp4TovbOB54Qye-Pieb4hJaaJCz1BwHAt67W6lIiQvZveQ/s1066/q%202023%20-%2011-23%20006%20Thanksgiving.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1066" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfehVCbvFeearqcKIrZZ8elV-8kMnOAZZs-s79BR3ViWrCllaHjr402-p7KX12DlxVaGb3wyrScdIsPLFN1I8tYC_QvsTNTeCgLB0B9odGnziphKM6ZXBpYK3Qvk4BSYSgioaLtvy2TuUkOp4TovbOB54Qye-Pieb4hJaaJCz1BwHAt67W6lIiQvZveQ/w640-h480/q%202023%20-%2011-23%20006%20Thanksgiving.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Going a few years back, to 1770, for our first harvest-Thanksgiving gathering.<br />How wonderful for us to be able to recreate such an event.<br />This was a sort of "family & friends" Thanksgiving.<br />This is not reenacting, for we are living it.<br />This is not pretending, for nothing we did (or do) was<b>/</b>is fake.<br />In other words, we really and truly celebrated as was done two-and-a-half<br />centuries ago.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><b><span style="color: #ffd966; text-align: center;">~</span><span style="color: #38761d; text-align: center;">Experiencing</span><span style="text-align: center;"> </span><span style="color: #bf9000; text-align: center;">Our</span><span style="text-align: center;"> </span><span style="color: #990000; text-align: center;">Research</span><span style="color: #ffd966; text-align: center;">~</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;">That's what we're doing.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Nothing fake about that.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Oh, and our Thanksgiving celebrations?<br />Yep---they're real also.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div><br /></div></div><div>I would also like to include here one of the most heartfelt notes I have ever seen about Thanksgiving, which was written on Thursday, November 21, 1793 by 75 year old Samuel Lane of Stratham, New Hampshire.</div><div>Here it is, in part:</div><div><i>"As I was musing on my Bed being awake as Usual before Daylight; recollecting the Many Mercies and good things I enjoy for which I ought to be thankful this Day;</i></div><div><i>The Life & health of myself and family, and also of so many of my Children, grand Children and great grandchildren...</i></div><div><i>for my Bible and Many other good and Useful Books, Civil and Religious Priviledges...</i></div><div><i>for my Land, House and Barn and other Buildings, & that they are preserv'd from fire & other accidents.</i></div><div><i>for my wearing Clothes to keep me warm, my Bed & Bedding to rest upon.</i></div><div><i>for my Cattle, Sheep & Swine & other Creatures, for my support.</i></div><div><i>for my Corn, Wheat, Rye Grass and Hay; Wool, flax, Syder, Apples, Pumpkins, Potatoes, cabages, tirnips, Carrots, Beets, peaches and other fruit.</i></div><div><i>For my Clock and Watch to measure my passing time by Day and by Night.</i></div><div><i>Wood, Water, Butter, Cheese, Milk, Pork, Beefe, & fish, &c.</i></div><div><i>for Tea, Sugar, Rum, Wine, Gin, Molasses, peper, Spice & Money for to bye other Necessaries and to pay my Debts and Taxes &c.</i></div><div><i>for my lether, Lamp oyl & Candles, Husbandry Utensils, & other tools of every sort...</i></div><div><i>Bless the Lord O my Soul and all that is within me Bless his holy Name..."</i></div><div><div><br /></div><div>From the 1789 U. S. Book of Common Prayer for our before meal Grace:</div><div><i>O MOST merciful Father, who of thy gracious goodness hast heard the devout prayers of thy Church, and turned our dearth and scarcity into plenty; We give thee humble thanks for this thy special bounty; beseeching thee to continue thy loving-kindness unto us, that our land may yield us her fruits of increase, to thy glory and our comfort; through Jesus Christ our Lord. </i></div><div><i>Amen.</i></div></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>When the sun goes down...</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQE7WgblIkBjGEUL5DNZgsJLCNxJf2GAgPG8Np-pDzkA2kY3SRoLXr0CCSwrO9Yxl6qQAdyiYrwW34y97_PZ3P1Z74kn_NQ9uFkidNzKz_QmLUY9Wxwer_bPyNYgHUfq_B7rr3veCUqU8W_gaKdLv_qa1_aLyDsI00wCyoSqxeww1G2fE2FM9UGa8eTw/s960/q%202023%20-%2011-23%20013%20Thanksgiving.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQE7WgblIkBjGEUL5DNZgsJLCNxJf2GAgPG8Np-pDzkA2kY3SRoLXr0CCSwrO9Yxl6qQAdyiYrwW34y97_PZ3P1Z74kn_NQ9uFkidNzKz_QmLUY9Wxwer_bPyNYgHUfq_B7rr3veCUqU8W_gaKdLv_qa1_aLyDsI00wCyoSqxeww1G2fE2FM9UGa8eTw/w480-h640/q%202023%20-%2011-23%20013%20Thanksgiving.jpg" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">An apple pie made from the heirloom Roxbury Russet apples.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuU0xUTSW3228LPb4PdH5wVdQUc6reQBMQrCZxivnZ9AKzCHI_LIOfmWaNqkyFP4_9K0dWKM0Qs_aRkf65B_YAWnpc-J_0NvxMyVxh4GvpTs1IfjuvrmUHw2SnX3Bs4CJscmCKWikDxem8llcgKNgaQn_5mqwq5Vm5aEtuwYyZ-22Ks886sM913KXfOw/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-23%20036%20Thanksgiving%20at%20Colonial%20Cabin.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="457" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuU0xUTSW3228LPb4PdH5wVdQUc6reQBMQrCZxivnZ9AKzCHI_LIOfmWaNqkyFP4_9K0dWKM0Qs_aRkf65B_YAWnpc-J_0NvxMyVxh4GvpTs1IfjuvrmUHw2SnX3Bs4CJscmCKWikDxem8llcgKNgaQn_5mqwq5Vm5aEtuwYyZ-22Ks886sM913KXfOw/w687-h457/q%202023%20-%2011-23%20036%20Thanksgiving%20at%20Colonial%20Cabin.jpg" width="687" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A fine evening conversation...<br />what are we thankful for...?</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFPG8kcxkSUxpglWonBpxgN4cigOR4hZ63G0MXADBQspwJCew1ef-inwfvPDgMHX8dQSVvy_nY6EJA9M2dO148Ga76yM8O_iKfI4fDVvFooLIE1ON14zb765MQ3I4g_RaNkxlcgrGVqwlAUstfY3eK1z7EM0BHrJXFA8RFnrjSJDSjZkuSXH1nepi78Q/s1066/q%202023%20-%2011-23%20038%20Thanksgiving%20at%20Colonial%20Cabin.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1066" height="519" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFPG8kcxkSUxpglWonBpxgN4cigOR4hZ63G0MXADBQspwJCew1ef-inwfvPDgMHX8dQSVvy_nY6EJA9M2dO148Ga76yM8O_iKfI4fDVvFooLIE1ON14zb765MQ3I4g_RaNkxlcgrGVqwlAUstfY3eK1z7EM0BHrJXFA8RFnrjSJDSjZkuSXH1nepi78Q/w693-h519/q%202023%20-%2011-23%20038%20Thanksgiving%20at%20Colonial%20Cabin.jpg" width="693" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Our little cabin home.<br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>Bowed are our heads for a moment in prayer;</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>Oh, but we’re grateful an’ glad to be there.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>Home from the east land an’ home from the west,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>Home with the folks that are dearest an’ best.</i></span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>~And there you have Thanksgiving in its glory.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMHvV_oPUgzy7OFFUmzwuxeRycVXthyphenhyphenTXufJDVl8h6l6JEcEz7Jn8k4rMAW_Kuq5VoQEfIgztVeOMmnd3JGaWOJORRbO_Kli7gvk-1wyMWqcKTUw4czO0QK7xxRXTfk9sE-ujdMsOBn7VGxGDK6ZMDm-D8PK7z8-ODxwmuR7M7zQhVeTiFgrLzzbQjKA/s819/q%202023%20-%2011-23%20037%20Thanksgiving%20at%20Colonial%20Cabin.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="819" data-original-width="573" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMHvV_oPUgzy7OFFUmzwuxeRycVXthyphenhyphenTXufJDVl8h6l6JEcEz7Jn8k4rMAW_Kuq5VoQEfIgztVeOMmnd3JGaWOJORRbO_Kli7gvk-1wyMWqcKTUw4czO0QK7xxRXTfk9sE-ujdMsOBn7VGxGDK6ZMDm-D8PK7z8-ODxwmuR7M7zQhVeTiFgrLzzbQjKA/w280-h400/q%202023%20-%2011-23%20037%20Thanksgiving%20at%20Colonial%20Cabin.jpg" width="280" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Happy Thanksgiving from our<br />18th century family to your family!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>So, as you can see, I have been blessed with living history opportunity in celebrating Thanksgiving Past, in a very similar way that I've been able to celebrate Christmas past. To find the right people who not only know and understand this history - have it in their heart, mind, and soul - and then to have it all come to pass, is a true blessing indeed.</div><div>And, God willing, there will be more to come.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">But wait---there's more!</span></b></div><div><br /></div><div>For the week leading up to and including Thanksgiving I decided, for a second year in a row, to celebrate this holiday/holy day by posting history bits - a sort of <i>history-in-a-nutshell</i>.</div><div>Many believe Thanksgiving is overlooked due to it being so close to, and associated with, Christmas.</div><div>But that would be the case only if you allow it to be.</div><div>My family and I keep the day as it is - - - a Thanksgiving harvest celebration. </div><div><div>So, this year, as last year, I have here what I've been posting on my Facebook page on the days leading up to Thanksgiving - posting daily Thanksgiving celebration history lessons in photos and text. </div><div>(By the way, in past postings I have written about Thanksgiving's histories before: </div><div>its <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2015/11/a-colonial-thanksgiving-colonial.html">Colonial past</a></div><div>and</div><div>its <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2013/11/zap-youve-been-transported-back-in-time_25.html">Victorian past</a>.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Saturday, November 18:</b></div><div><div>Heading into Thanksgiving week - it's this Thursday, folks! - I thought I'd repeat what I did last year and give a </div><div>As we find ourselves moving up to this ancient harvest holiday, one that all cultures celebrated at one time or another, I thought this awesome photograph taken inside the 1831 Eagle Tavern (not by me, but by William Dudzinski) a few years back perfectly epitomizes the look and feel of a Thanksgiving harvest, with a strong 19th century perspective. It bears a close resemblance to the classic cornucopia. </div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7mt_n2x-HMMsT14d6bDYXQLvhadC1I0lS3QOYd8bNwO1ApPslWprFub0Sdo54LrW-xXEQ9PgjYRslMb1Qt84d4fygE8bYArH_VXp6YVaY4ZlBKpWE2FTjjFdW2mJ2jKxHsdrNm8roJxyvDdL3h2tlDJmeVVUGdCol_cTtcOuVv2W3rpcZ4Zs9qyy3lg/s1944/q%202023%20-%2011-23%20001%20Thanksgiving.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1296" data-original-width="1944" height="456" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7mt_n2x-HMMsT14d6bDYXQLvhadC1I0lS3QOYd8bNwO1ApPslWprFub0Sdo54LrW-xXEQ9PgjYRslMb1Qt84d4fygE8bYArH_VXp6YVaY4ZlBKpWE2FTjjFdW2mJ2jKxHsdrNm8roJxyvDdL3h2tlDJmeVVUGdCol_cTtcOuVv2W3rpcZ4Zs9qyy3lg/w686-h456/q%202023%20-%2011-23%20001%20Thanksgiving.jpg" width="686" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: left;">"In classical antiquity, the cornucopia - also called the horn of plenty - was a symbol of abundance and nourishment, commonly a large horn-shaped container overflowing with produce, flowers, or nuts. In our modern times, the cornucopia is used purely for Thanksgiving decorations. It continues to symbolize abundance, a bountiful harvest, and, by extension, an appreciation for both of those things."</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>And for those who enjoy a deeper history: the earliest reference to a cornucopia is found in Greek and Roman mythology, which dates back nearly 3,000 years ago. The name itself comes from Latin, cornu copiae, which translates to horn of abundance.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Sunday, November 19:</b></div></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimn75cZpWKlPkt4nVv1OhOA9vz_XGAWClqANHZmat6y4WJJrdDXBFU4FbLDO7gkxpoQgExqW-hBxvQi9JDh2P80UXBgNIn9EcbEX6BI904NM-JiEomwXsO0HEEE0nqEArR5XpCp52nL8NEWVKBydGVNoNAZVdCW8Yqun-dTTJDIImU_oe_kp-oAc2Ryw/s1082/q%202023%20-%2011-23%20033%20Thanksgiving%20at%20Colonial%20Cabin.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="802" data-original-width="1082" height="509" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimn75cZpWKlPkt4nVv1OhOA9vz_XGAWClqANHZmat6y4WJJrdDXBFU4FbLDO7gkxpoQgExqW-hBxvQi9JDh2P80UXBgNIn9EcbEX6BI904NM-JiEomwXsO0HEEE0nqEArR5XpCp52nL8NEWVKBydGVNoNAZVdCW8Yqun-dTTJDIImU_oe_kp-oAc2Ryw/w688-h509/q%202023%20-%2011-23%20033%20Thanksgiving%20at%20Colonial%20Cabin.jpg" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Since the picture I used on my Facebook page is already near the top of this post, I decided to use this one in its place (it is very similar to this one).<br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Heading into Thanksgiving week - it's this Thursday, folks! - I thought I'd give a daily Thanksgiving celebration history lesson in photos and text:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Early 1700s Thanksgiving observances, which could occur throughout the year, was not a day marked by plentiful food and drink as is today's custom, but rather a day set aside for prayer and fasting; a true “thanksgiving” was a day of prayer and pious humiliation, thanking God for His special Providence. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">But, as the 18th century wore on, it gradually turned more into a festive celebration as much as it was a holy day (or holiday). </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Men went a-fowling or hunting for deer as an addition to feasting upon the vegetables grown. And the fruits & vegetables would include apples, pumpkins and other types of squash, green beans, root vegetables such as beets and carrots and potatoes...then there was the slaughtering of hogs.</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div></div><div><b>Monday, November 20:</b></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_57wGaKYNDNqVdnkMi2CrLmCsHch_J6ovkcyWEsGcVGUWCWPYzgWzCqREmbv2JWXlpwTUxW6nQ474u2Jml4YQIHxyDpJH8bBMyt7xOCm4GQy_xcolTI_eSPjg8lcsdMXeQKGJy19ugGVFzP1oyE0WzjVqQH7q48836OwGPKsUDRr6UuOhHlUKJAR0dw/s615/q%202023%20-%2011-23%20034%20Thanksgiving%20at%20Colonial%20Cabin.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="410" data-original-width="615" height="454" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_57wGaKYNDNqVdnkMi2CrLmCsHch_J6ovkcyWEsGcVGUWCWPYzgWzCqREmbv2JWXlpwTUxW6nQ474u2Jml4YQIHxyDpJH8bBMyt7xOCm4GQy_xcolTI_eSPjg8lcsdMXeQKGJy19ugGVFzP1oyE0WzjVqQH7q48836OwGPKsUDRr6UuOhHlUKJAR0dw/w682-h454/q%202023%20-%2011-23%20034%20Thanksgiving%20at%20Colonial%20Cabin.jpg" width="682" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Being that we are now in Thanksgiving week - it's this Thursday, folks! - here is the next part of my daily Thanksgiving celebration history lesson in photos and text:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"While many paintings of “the First Thanksgiving” show a single long table with several Pilgrims and a few Native people, there were actually twice as many Wampanoag people as colonists. It is unlikely that everyone could have been accommodated at one table. Rather, Wampanoag leaders like Massasoit and his advisors were most likely entertained in the home of Plymouth Colony’s governor, William Bradford." (from the "Indian Country" web site)</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div><b>Tuesday, November 21</b></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAf_Dshj_RIB6Qyij9ezf-kemSuG3lojo3LW73g_pyyHp5PcF-qKvpxBQ9jN9WbYgtdOGSmRtOINiJOWnSTAEcr0lw0vkIBQqjBBHkT7YJ9LCKx9vGosirVxdu5Rdj6UYMy33izODdG0m2OvRAASJplsMCoxAbQ2C0QpcT1xIo77AXjmzSPzwkX1zoYw/s1011/q%202023%20-%2011-23%20002%20Thanksgiving.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="760" data-original-width="1011" height="495" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAf_Dshj_RIB6Qyij9ezf-kemSuG3lojo3LW73g_pyyHp5PcF-qKvpxBQ9jN9WbYgtdOGSmRtOINiJOWnSTAEcr0lw0vkIBQqjBBHkT7YJ9LCKx9vGosirVxdu5Rdj6UYMy33izODdG0m2OvRAASJplsMCoxAbQ2C0QpcT1xIo77AXjmzSPzwkX1zoYw/w657-h495/q%202023%20-%2011-23%20002%20Thanksgiving.jpg" width="657" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Being that we are now in Thanksgiving week - it's this Thursday, folks! - here is the next part of my daily Thanksgiving celebration history lesson in photos and text:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">What it all boils down to is that Thanksgiving is one big Harvest celebration.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"When the farmer has fallowed and tilled all the land,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And scattered the grain with a bountiful hand</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And the team that had labored with harrow and plough,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Has conveyed the rich produce safe home to the mow.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sing, HARVEST HOME! HARVEST HOME!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And shout with full voices our HARVEST HOME!"</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div><b>Wednesday, November 22</b></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf2nOvIxV3EyL9NC1fD_DHLvlOpIbUbdyUz_4jI4KCMkPHCCzWQuSS05ASRGcZniwOs8QgmlVwr42NQ2-p0DF-If7ZYgfsXxYIEZJX-q0Snwy2zs-KoL3gKOprYp12QO7VrAHe2W-i2KyyWYjC7j9uKZoPv_iB4j7XgAJ74Tggu7NwNWyNGYyQnnCtTA/s1873/q%202023%20-%2011-23%20003%20Thanksgiving.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1546" data-original-width="1873" height="569" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf2nOvIxV3EyL9NC1fD_DHLvlOpIbUbdyUz_4jI4KCMkPHCCzWQuSS05ASRGcZniwOs8QgmlVwr42NQ2-p0DF-If7ZYgfsXxYIEZJX-q0Snwy2zs-KoL3gKOprYp12QO7VrAHe2W-i2KyyWYjC7j9uKZoPv_iB4j7XgAJ74Tggu7NwNWyNGYyQnnCtTA/w690-h569/q%202023%20-%2011-23%20003%20Thanksgiving.jpg" width="690" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Continuing on in my series on historical Thanksgiving - - -</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">In our modern day, historically, the Tuesday and Wednesday before Thanksgiving and the Sunday afterward are the busiest travel days, according to the Transportation Security Administration. And since the Thanksgiving holiday was, in the early 1700s, a day set aside for prayer and fasting - a day of prayer and pious humiliation, thanking God for His special Providence - many residents of our early republic found their way to church by way of walking, for it was the most common mode of travel, and the cheapest in the 18th century. Some folks may have used horses, wagons, and even sleds or sleighs (if there was snow), but mostly they walked. The lower classes especially rarely, if ever, travelled simply for pleasure. People would travel by foot for extraordinary distances to get supplies, to conduct business, to visit friends and family, and to go to their Sunday or Holy Day church services (which could include Thanksgiving). They would then walk home and enjoy the bounty in which they had just thanked God for.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Yes, even in the cold.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The First Thanksgiving Day Proclamation occurred on November 1, 1777. Another proclamation was on November 5, 1782. Yet another, by the President of the United States of America, George Washington, stated (in part): "whereas both Houses of Congress have by their joint Committee requested me to recommend to the People of the United States a day of public thanksgiving and prayer to be observed by acknowledging with grateful hearts the many signal favors of Almighty God...Now therefore I do recommend and assign Thursday the 26th day of November next to be devoted by the People of these States to the service of that great and glorious Being, who is the beneficent Author of all the good that was, that is, or that will be..."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">After the Revolutionary War, just the fact that the former colonists even had a national day of thanksgiving was a tremendous step forward in creating an American identity, and the former colonials had previously celebrated individually or as part of the British Empire. Now they had experienced an event - the War and Independence - that had affected them all and formalized a celebration that involved each. Americans had just taken a major step on the trail from colonies to states and from states to nation.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">(Thank you to Lynn Anderson for taking a wonderful picture, one that I named "Heading Home"…and not minding my Daggett modification-lol)</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><b>Thanksgiving Day Thursday, November 23</b><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8LTWX6uMWSaUAUfdRMv1N0tqQT8TL6gRh2n10b5HQBMm5l4vsigETu49VXkKQnADuiPJ6R_g4xz6Sl5_x2vVBQq51l0JKi059XD2KAm48Dvdjt015cEu-8oO1KHuojJVu5sRc0eVIOHx7QYFfo-Hd_BDx8SOSvoDON-Dmrp4ysjqn7zxbuaSkeKHIEQ/s960/q%202023%20-%2011-23%20004%20Thanksgiving.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="518" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8LTWX6uMWSaUAUfdRMv1N0tqQT8TL6gRh2n10b5HQBMm5l4vsigETu49VXkKQnADuiPJ6R_g4xz6Sl5_x2vVBQq51l0JKi059XD2KAm48Dvdjt015cEu-8oO1KHuojJVu5sRc0eVIOHx7QYFfo-Hd_BDx8SOSvoDON-Dmrp4ysjqn7zxbuaSkeKHIEQ/w691-h518/q%202023%20-%2011-23%20004%20Thanksgiving.jpg" width="691" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;">This just may be one of my most favorite photos of a colonial-era feast I've ever taken, and I've taken quite a few. <span style="text-align: center;">I happened to be at the right place and the right time with my camera a few years back when former Daggett presenter, Gigi, set the table for a mid-18th century harvest feast, and I was able to capture the image for posterity. </span>Now, as this was shot inside the 1750 home of Samuel & Anna Daggett, we don't know if the Daggett's actually participated in the Thanksgiving holiday, for they were Congregationalists and were strict to follow the bible. They did not celebrate Christmas or Easter, for neither date is specified. I have little doubt, however, that they celebrated the harvest - thanking God for their bounty - but not sure if they celebrated with the country as a whole after the proclamations of 1777, 1782, and 1789, or if they just gave thanks on their own.</div><div style="text-align: center;">However, I would like to include a Thanksgiving prayer here from the 18th century:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>O MOST merciful Father, who of thy gracious goodness hast heard the devout </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>prayers of thy Church, and turned our dearth and scarcity into cheapness and plenty: We give thee humble thanks for this thy special bounty; beseeching thee to continue thy loving-kindness unto us, that our land may yield us her fruits of increase, to thy glory and our comfort; through Jesus Christ our Lord. </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Amen.</i></div></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The pioneering American surgeon Mason Finch Cogswell, born in 1691 in Canterbury, Connecticut, described a typical eighteenth century Thanksgiving meal in his 1788 journal, where, on Thanksgiving day he attended church in the morning, ate a dinner afterward consisting of turkey, pork, pumpkins, and apple pies. Cogswell also spent time with his father, then sang songs and ate apples and nuts in the kitchen with his stepsisters before going to bed.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">What?? No Detroit Lions football???</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div>I pray you have a wonderful Thanksgiving and everyday - may God's blessings be upon you.</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Until next time, see you in time.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">So many thanks must go to <a href="https://waterloofarmmuseum.org/">Waterloo Farm Museum</a>!</div><div style="text-align: left;">To read about early America's Thanksgiving celebrations, please click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2015/11/a-colonial-thanksgiving-colonial.html">HERE</a></div><div style="text-align: left;">To read about a Victorian Thanksgiving celebration, please click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2013/11/zap-youve-been-transported-back-in-time_25.html">HERE</a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div><div><div><b>Celebrating and participating in 1770s life and activities~</b></div><div><div><div>Here are the links to all of our cabin day experiences (so far):</div><div><div>If you are interested in our other cabin excursions, please click the links below:</div><div><div><div><div>To read about our 2020 autumn excursion at the cabin, click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2020/11/a-day-in-life-spending-time-in-autumn.html">HERE</a></div><div>To read about our 2021 wintertime excursion at the cabin, click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2021/02/a-day-in-life-spending-time-in-winter.html">HERE</a></div>To read about our 2021 springtime excursion at the cabin, click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2021/05/a-day-in-life-spending-time-in-spring.html">HERE</a><br /><div>To read about our 2021 summertime excursion at the cabin, click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2021/08/a-day-in-life-spending-time-in-summer.html">HERE</a></div><div>To read about our 2021 summer harvesting of the flax at the cabin, click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2021/09/harvesting-flax-keeping-in-spirit-of.html">HERE</a></div><div>To read about our 2021 autumn excursion making candles at the cabin, click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2021/11/a-day-in-life-1771-candlemaking.html">HERE</a></div><div>To read about our 2022 winter excursion at the cabin, please click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2022/02/a-day-in-life-bitter-cold-winters-day.html">HERE</a></div></div><div>To read about our 2022 spring excursion at the cabin, please click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2022/05/a-day-in-life-living-history-on-spring.html">HERE</a></div></div><div>To read about our 2022 summer excursion at the cabin, please click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2022/08/a-day-in-life-spending-time-in-summer.html">HERE</a></div><div>To read about our 2022 autumn excursion at the cabin (Pioneer Day), please click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2022/10/pioneer-day-at-waterloo-farm-and-cabin.html">HERE</a></div></div><div>To read about our 2023 winter excursion at the cabin - Candlemas, please click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/02/experiencing-our-research-day-in-life.html">HERE</a></div><div>To read about our 2023 spring excursion at the cabin - Rogation Sunday, please click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/05/experiencing-our-research-spring-cabin.html">HERE</a></div><div>To read about our 2023 late spring - more planting at the cabin (& early farming history), click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/05/ancient-farming-in-bc-and-early-ad-eras.html">HERE</a></div><div>To read about the 2023 early summer weeding at the cabin (and a timeline event), please click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/06/a-weekend-in-past-weeding-garden-and.html">HERE</a></div></div></div><div>To read about the 2023 autumn Pioneer Day event we participated in, please click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/10/pioneer-day-at-waterloo-farm-cabin.html">HERE</a></div><div>To read about the 2023 Thanksgiving/harvest celebration we held, please click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/11/experiencing-our-research-celebrating.html">HERE</a></div></div><div><br /></div><div><div>Celebrating and participating in an 1860s/Victorian harvest:</div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2014/10/wolcott-mill-2014-harvest-home.html">2014</a> - Our first living history Harvest Home at Wolcott Mill!</div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2015/10/wolcott-mill-2015-celebrating-harvest.html">2015</a> - A mighty large group of participants at Wolcott Mill!</div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2016/10/wolcott-mill-harvest-thanksgiving.html">2016</a> - So many traditional activities at Wolcott Mill!</div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2017/10/presenting-victorian-harvest-2017.html">2017</a> - Held at Detroit's Historic Fort Wayne</div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2018/10/the-spirits-of-harvest-past-reenacting.html">2018</a> - And another at Fort Wayne</div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2019/10/an-1860s-harvest-in-armada-michigan-2019.html">2019</a> - Held at Armada</div></div><div><br /></div><div><div>Harvest celebrations at my home with my family & friends:</div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2016/10/the-past-meets-present-my-daughters.html">2016</a> - First time candle dipping at my home - my daughter & her friends</div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2017/10/fall-traditions-blending-now-with-then.html">2017</a> - Traditions with fall colors!</div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2018/11/do-people-still-celebrate-harvest-in.html">2018</a> - From Corn to Candles</div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2019/11/candle-dipping-2019but-with-historical.html">2019</a> - With grandkids!</div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2020/11/keeping-fall-traditions-alive-in-21st.html">2020</a> - Apples & Candles</div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2021/11/greenfield-village-2021-autumn-visits.html">2021</a> - I was pretty sick & didn't do much with family, but I did get some nice Village pictures</div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2022/10/times-past-and-times-present-2022.html">2022</a> - October - lots of fall activities, including Greenfield Village</div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2022/11/a-feast-of-friends-autumn-celebration.html">2022</a> - A Feast of Friends in November - colonial oriented</div></div></div><div><br /></div><div>Fall Harvest / Fall Flavors Weekends at Greenfield Village:</div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2012/10/autumn-food-pleasures-of-past.html">2012</a></div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2013/10/a-taste-of-history.html">2013</a></div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2013/09/a-fall-harvest-link-to-past.html">2013 (pt. 2)</a></div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2014/10/days-of-autumn-past-in-photos.html">2014</a></div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2014/10/a-celebration-of-autumn-past-in-video.html">2014 (pt. 2)</a></div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2015/10/colonial-ken-re-visits-greenfield.html">2015</a></div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2016/09/an-18th-century-fall-harvest-celebration.html">2016</a></div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2016/10/autumn-celebrations-then-now.html">2016 (pt. 2)</a></div><div><a href="https://civilwartalk.com/threads/folding-camp-chairs.22103/">2017</a> </div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2018/10/if-i-could-save-time-in-bottle.html">2018</a></div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2019/10/historical-harvest-food-at-greenfield.html">2019</a></div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2020/11/autumn-at-greenfield-village-2020.html">2020</a> was the beginning of the end; they had small doses of harvest/flavors, but the end was in sight.</div></div><div>2021</div><div>2022</div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/10/celebrating-autumn-harvest-at.html">2023</a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;">Gun info came from <a href="https://www.americanrifleman.org/">HERE</a></div><div style="text-align: left;">Turkey info <a href="https://www.sandrawagnerwright.com/thanksgiving-in-18th-century-new-england/">HERE</a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><div><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #7f6000;">~~~</span> <span style="color: #990000;">~~~</span><span style="color: #f1c232;"> ~~~</span></div>Historical Kenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04979801752112100293noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56451385109293718.post-4374278336240663292023-11-16T13:02:00.005-05:002023-11-16T13:02:44.824-05:00Another Autumn Past Visit to Greenfield Village<div style="text-align: center;"><i>Here we are, back at Greenfield Village, experiencing harvest time as well as the end of the daytime visits, for by December, the Village will be closed during the day and will only be opened for the special ticketed "Holiday Nights" event. </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Away from the metro-Detroit area, Michigan is mostly a rural state, and fall color tours, along with cider mill visits, are in great abundance and demand. But, to me, nothing emits an Autumn flavor like historic Greenfield Village. </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>So I try to take full advantage of my visiting opportunities before it shuts down for the winter.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #bf9000;">~~~~~~</span><span style="color: #38761d;">.........</span><span style="color: #990000;">~~~~~</span></b></div><div><br /></div><div>Back in late October - just over a month ago - <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/10/celebrating-autumn-harvest-at.html">I wrote about my time-travels to Greenfield Village</a> beginning with the last day of August, then going through September and most of October. That post had around 100 photos, the most I've ever included in a blog.</div><div>So today's post is like the second of a two-parter:</div><div>We'll begin by going way back to September 14, just 9 days away from the official autumnal equinox, but fall had seemingly already sprung to life (an oxymoron?), which can plainly be seen.</div><div>For this visit, my friend, Norm, came along. And since we both practice living history, we came<span style="font-size: medium;"> </span>dressed for the part.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidkr8aqnY58U2yFJuGl474C3Q9VVnwJmjqNzqZfjWCIbD1VnuPTGRUL5W1Uh_kXi98YCcD0ZvutKClj6wePVTFCWE1-JYxImNDotUQGrcsjNypck0Qe0le7gAHA6kthAaB_wqrLV_U9E9vHJ-_sUywe69QvoYEV6eTSO7-Od06qzwdLvjkbS-35o1qfA/s1320/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20005%20Greenfield%20Village.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="741" data-original-width="1320" height="390" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidkr8aqnY58U2yFJuGl474C3Q9VVnwJmjqNzqZfjWCIbD1VnuPTGRUL5W1Uh_kXi98YCcD0ZvutKClj6wePVTFCWE1-JYxImNDotUQGrcsjNypck0Qe0le7gAHA6kthAaB_wqrLV_U9E9vHJ-_sUywe69QvoYEV6eTSO7-Od06qzwdLvjkbS-35o1qfA/w694-h390/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20005%20Greenfield%20Village.jpg" width="694" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Mid-September: Here I am in my 18th century farm clothes, while Norm shows <br />his 18th century preacher portrayal. </span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><div><span>What I find interesting is that when people see anyone dressed as we are, they automatically think we are someone well-known from the past. Too often, Norm is referred to as Benjamin Franklin, or even the Quaker Oats guy. And if I am wearing my cocked (tricorn) hat, similar to what Norm is wearing, I will be called George Washington or even a pirate. And when my hat is off, folks see my, um, wide part (shall we say) and automatically think I am Ben Franklin.</span></div><div><span>And this is from adults!</span></div><div><span>Better you ask us what we are portraying rather than just call out some well-known Founding Father's name. Not everyone was a politician or well-known back then.</span></div><div><span>Of course you know where my first stop was going to be:</span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6PCmDtdLXPN4xqEeXX5_N1uKSXyewhfdPPs8nW4u44iQb1NxYgdUS0w8N2ZyR9v8N-6h0f1xizY8780BRUSnuU_TwPEiGMjfBxts7MyLkw9QSW42PWf0PSpLe-FywwHCPmiC7TTgps_Z_OrHKVmOAVXHHqqqBLhjRPujdtNukdJpydkz6XAH-HOYrnA/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20013%20Greenfield%20Village.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6PCmDtdLXPN4xqEeXX5_N1uKSXyewhfdPPs8nW4u44iQb1NxYgdUS0w8N2ZyR9v8N-6h0f1xizY8780BRUSnuU_TwPEiGMjfBxts7MyLkw9QSW42PWf0PSpLe-FywwHCPmiC7TTgps_Z_OrHKVmOAVXHHqqqBLhjRPujdtNukdJpydkz6XAH-HOYrnA/w689-h458/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20013%20Greenfield%20Village.jpg" width="689" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Over at the Daggett House, Roy was working on the well-sweep he spent the summer building, hoping to have it completed before the Village closed up for the month of October and their Hallowe'en event.</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span>Please click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/09/the-spirit-of-samuel-daggett-lives-on.html">HERE</a> to read the story on the Daggett well-sweep that I wrote about and posted.</span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhchcgaqnGG4SVy8NruBgIdIn9b2QUQVKw3S6NfKID-I-sja4saBlPD2xvoLSCzdK7Us0-hK0z-CAYIAoQTA0JoMts5fF8hGU2yzSUoWgw09vFkp5nT7pPfeOisgrv4EzSqRiEfabW8JPROrCMCM-2G6DY11bIdPF414G2vGDGCEvYpQBg1tMx3iHweNw/s1104/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20014%20Greenfield%20Village.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1104" data-original-width="828" height="695" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhchcgaqnGG4SVy8NruBgIdIn9b2QUQVKw3S6NfKID-I-sja4saBlPD2xvoLSCzdK7Us0-hK0z-CAYIAoQTA0JoMts5fF8hGU2yzSUoWgw09vFkp5nT7pPfeOisgrv4EzSqRiEfabW8JPROrCMCM-2G6DY11bIdPF414G2vGDGCEvYpQBg1tMx3iHweNw/w521-h695/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20014%20Greenfield%20Village.jpg" width="521" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>I spent my summer Thursdays watching and documenting <br /></span><span>Roy completing the project, which was finally finished at this visit.</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_XAjKG1s5EjvfN0lnNvrpY2D5qtkn39ztXOurt86S1fYegZr7OmoOFIpkMC64LqTImfejt-FA50YZRO62Lc9STuq8NvKridaW0whPTdl7RRAKMnTz9D5F78HKzclTbIGjMdC_4D2qwVqNZCFD3gc8fryB80VPiq1d_ofZZ3smMSSIiF-Gn-BR_wapOw/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20010%20Greenfield%20Village.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="453" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_XAjKG1s5EjvfN0lnNvrpY2D5qtkn39ztXOurt86S1fYegZr7OmoOFIpkMC64LqTImfejt-FA50YZRO62Lc9STuq8NvKridaW0whPTdl7RRAKMnTz9D5F78HKzclTbIGjMdC_4D2qwVqNZCFD3gc8fryB80VPiq1d_ofZZ3smMSSIiF-Gn-BR_wapOw/w680-h453/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20010%20Greenfield%20Village.jpg" width="680" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>And I was honored to be able to help, even in a small way.</span><br /><span>My own little touch on Daggett history.</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlXWY-gv-HdKk1x2lyrWVXaDXQCWQComRX3jLdysmQ_ndwL8-rE09Ks2FhD86pdl9EO0N2BiQF575RErwsV9xfsFuQEf2D4SaAynDe8iZEPPfHxphh2pXsAW0R_kKaj90X3zW7K2TNV1T93uJIhZDJ4XzdcIZopl6l1BWFOIOSrWflBnI-psl6e7UVfA/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20006%20Greenfield%20Village.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="459" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlXWY-gv-HdKk1x2lyrWVXaDXQCWQComRX3jLdysmQ_ndwL8-rE09Ks2FhD86pdl9EO0N2BiQF575RErwsV9xfsFuQEf2D4SaAynDe8iZEPPfHxphh2pXsAW0R_kKaj90X3zW7K2TNV1T93uJIhZDJ4XzdcIZopl6l1BWFOIOSrWflBnI-psl6e7UVfA/w689-h459/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20006%20Greenfield%20Village.jpg" width="689" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>Yes, the well-sweep was finally done.</span><br /><span>I enjoyed watching as Roy (and Chuck) built the contraption, for they used the old</span><br /><span>traditional tools and methods that Samuel Daggett himself would have used.<br />It was really a very interesting learning experience.<br /></span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><span>Roy has been working at the Daggett House since he was hired over a decade ago, and I associate him fully with that historic mid-18th century house, as well as with Samuel Daggett, the builder of the home. And it makes me feel so good that I've had people say the same about me, though I do not work for the Village. Yet because of my attachment not only to the house, but to the 18th century and in wearing "Daggett fashions," I, too, have had a strong association and connection to this house. So to be able to say that I gave a little of myself here, why, that's as good as it gets for me.</span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyOD0nOZYJaTCgVn7pYJ0cc2bDkyAOMziiKMBfH3sG5DoozpmEJ_Otd7MFV3TCSArXT8jZEgMuiTTnhHEvmqFDyQ4xuF9xOnErB05FeiOGt5Rj2eEWHKUJl8pX_gDLPyi4eahAfnEmH1M_DQZgXGtP-D3uprxbUU6X2fNsrBwtQV4ZWEXUc8z3nC0QzA/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20011%20Greenfield%20Village.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyOD0nOZYJaTCgVn7pYJ0cc2bDkyAOMziiKMBfH3sG5DoozpmEJ_Otd7MFV3TCSArXT8jZEgMuiTTnhHEvmqFDyQ4xuF9xOnErB05FeiOGt5Rj2eEWHKUJl8pX_gDLPyi4eahAfnEmH1M_DQZgXGtP-D3uprxbUU6X2fNsrBwtQV4ZWEXUc8z3nC0QzA/w688-h458/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20011%20Greenfield%20Village.jpg" width="688" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Meanwhile, inside the great hall, the ladies of the house prepare the noon-time <br />dinner meal, as Norm looks on.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><div><span>A basic understanding of the times in which this house depicts will help the visitor envision a bit more clearly the people who originally lived in it and their ways a little better; to realize that the <i>current</i> integral roles of a family - the very nature of the modern family - has changed greatly since the time of Samuel & Anna Daggett: many women now work outside the home and, thus, are not in the house all day, while men, in some cases, may or may not be there at all. And children of today no longer spend their time away from school following in their parent's footsteps to learn their crafts and trades, but, instead, may be on their electronic devices.</span></div><div><span>But the colonial women who spent their time at the hearth were nothing short of culinary geniuses. "The housewife's universe spiraled out from hearth and barnyard to tending a kitchen garden and perhaps a large vegetable garden, as well as assisting with the grain harvest."</span></div><div><span>And through it all our female ancestors rarely questioned their role as wives and mothers, for they knew their importance in the family structure.</span></div><div><span>Mind you, I said "rarely," not "never."</span></div><div><span>And neither did the men question their roles in the family structure as "bread-winning" husbands and fathers, for on top of their own arduous farm work, they would cut and split the wood, bank fires, carry water, help with seasonal projects, and fixed what needed to be fixed & made what needed to be made (such as the well-sweep!).</span></div><div><span>The household ran like a well-oiled machine - everyone had their part and place, and one missing link could throw a wrench into the entire operation.</span></div><div><span>That's why families were so successful in those old colonial days - it was how they survived.</span></div><div><span>This basic knowledge of colonial life should help the casual visitor more fully understand the working of such a home and family. And I can simply feel that past while inside this house.</span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span>From the Daggett place, it was off to look at the church.</span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwncjmqJT31QNvn3jCl2e3X1FItutWRLQwOCLPWWf8-9GB507zFZB6vKakbpcrgGPaz10TsdLyRGjmJ90C1KRfu9x3_n6aBNFWNBJzP3CHz8RGi1BqVJM7zvfj3M5mIdLOsRJeOLncgth6DURWuPn8EMQ9kZjgD65ne3NortFDktDHvc9FWNJSbx3Puw/s776/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20008%20Greenfield%20Village.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="776" data-original-width="600" height="697" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwncjmqJT31QNvn3jCl2e3X1FItutWRLQwOCLPWWf8-9GB507zFZB6vKakbpcrgGPaz10TsdLyRGjmJ90C1KRfu9x3_n6aBNFWNBJzP3CHz8RGi1BqVJM7zvfj3M5mIdLOsRJeOLncgth6DURWuPn8EMQ9kZjgD65ne3NortFDktDHvc9FWNJSbx3Puw/w538-h697/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20008%20Greenfield%20Village.jpg" width="538" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>Since Norm is dressed as an 18th century preacher, I thought it<br />fitting to have the </span><span>Martha-Mary Chapel - which is based on colonial<br />New England churches - in the background.</span><br /><span>By the way, the bell in the steeple was cast by none other than</span><br /><span>Joseph Warren Revere - the son of Paul Revere!</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><span>As we sauntered through the Village on this beautiful late summer/early fall day, we found that hunger was over-taking us, so it was decided we'd enjoy a fine period meal at the Eagle Tavern.</span></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5XxYoTCgTyhR5SqkRA3B8EYpXymgera9tI3_hyphenhyphenZJ0Sd_cOpM-Lx9F0PfRFTaq_VBOGVAfPYPx3GdJETxoYWidO_epfKhFy94YYmY2352fCjXRYZAu4n9B4KtzS2AqHAwbQSFk4M1gNIlCYUwHkioFbAotg9-yCltWmZii2nH9qJrnl6JPTDAX-iW7Yw/s1490/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20024%20Greenfield%20Village.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="789" data-original-width="1490" height="338" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5XxYoTCgTyhR5SqkRA3B8EYpXymgera9tI3_hyphenhyphenZJ0Sd_cOpM-Lx9F0PfRFTaq_VBOGVAfPYPx3GdJETxoYWidO_epfKhFy94YYmY2352fCjXRYZAu4n9B4KtzS2AqHAwbQSFk4M1gNIlCYUwHkioFbAotg9-yCltWmZii2nH9qJrnl6JPTDAX-iW7Yw/w640-h338/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20024%20Greenfield%20Village.jpg" width="640" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">My favorite place to dine, the Eagle Tavern.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><span>The Eagle Tavern, built around 1831, could easily pass for one built nearly a hundred years earlier. The architectural style had not changed much at all from one century to the next.</span></div><div><span>Colonial taverns were run by keepers of a middling class who had a steadier income than a farmer or other laborer might have had, and food, drink, and overnight accommodations were offered for a price. The tavern owner was a very prominent man in town, and was thoroughly informed on all public and most private matters. He enjoyed the confidence of all who gathered around his fireside, and he usually held some sort of public office, many times as postmaster, for in an area without an authorized post office, taverns were the repositories for incoming and outgoing letters and packages. Being that the tavern was where he lived, the owner's house was the busiest in town. He was certainly the best-known man around, that's for sure, and he made it a point to get to know all of his patrons.</span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW3jdH4B1b9kEo_cVTKdQ1k_9pn7O_VqL7FqTgpO8oDngRvu0gnie9t4UjxmA7BsMimLSY9GDM9TFanQFQnHyv-IRjmBZJ6BvcXAqE9-BoNq2Vmf2VXmNULOT-9c5EFsK2zQE5NUIAr5gXLyqERCGgXbGSLu_PWMXTS2AqSc_rSBnpp6hkM7-wLZrImA/s2048/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20007%20Greenfield%20Village.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW3jdH4B1b9kEo_cVTKdQ1k_9pn7O_VqL7FqTgpO8oDngRvu0gnie9t4UjxmA7BsMimLSY9GDM9TFanQFQnHyv-IRjmBZJ6BvcXAqE9-BoNq2Vmf2VXmNULOT-9c5EFsK2zQE5NUIAr5gXLyqERCGgXbGSLu_PWMXTS2AqSc_rSBnpp6hkM7-wLZrImA/w640-h480/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20007%20Greenfield%20Village.jpg" width="640" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>The food here is excellent - we both enjoyed the beef stew with corn on the cob. </span><br /><span>I will state here and now that it tasted every bit as delicious as my own mother's. </span><br /><span>It was </span><i>that</i><span> </span><i>good!</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQwolgtOSaMFqxLo6dEYpVMGpyfY2o1cdYEbhFUVG1XoCX3GqNPhA4v84TA_UlFsYfUQ2mXzcUHyyXTaooN2QnCZQ8d06gIcNKNVU2qXBx5yt1zn9oZO6lmJLXnDm_XxSZXfLlWrw18dG5e_-A4kyIdTKZJ6buwxMvk33Q5hGrgMez6Fkz37QOTnvAFA/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20012%20Greenfield%20Village.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQwolgtOSaMFqxLo6dEYpVMGpyfY2o1cdYEbhFUVG1XoCX3GqNPhA4v84TA_UlFsYfUQ2mXzcUHyyXTaooN2QnCZQ8d06gIcNKNVU2qXBx5yt1zn9oZO6lmJLXnDm_XxSZXfLlWrw18dG5e_-A4kyIdTKZJ6buwxMvk33Q5hGrgMez6Fkz37QOTnvAFA/w640-h426/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20012%20Greenfield%20Village.jpg" width="640" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>The straw coming from my cherry effervescent drink is a stick of macaroni,</span><br /><span>as was common practice at 19th century taverns, from what I was told.</span><span><br />But the corn on the cob - - yes! <br />A fine harvest meal indeed~</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div><span>After the tavern it was off to Firestone Farm.</span></div><div><span>Greenfield Village tends to center itself on farming, even though it also has a few of the homes and laboratories of America's greatest inventors in its locale (Edison, Wright Brothers, Carver, etc.). And it's at these historic farms where I tend to find myself spending the most time. You may recall that I wrote how back in days of old, "Harvest" was equivalent to "Autumn," and the two words, at one time, actually meant the same thing. </span></div><div><span>They do to me.</span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0fU506PzQZYyoWornAV4L_XhYmaXGABSokgdlA9aSLKqA6YIWWVp69GsC8grgjUEUublt8gd618w7obsT28U0eNsmoH9kbV2mBrZo1fPZ5L1gFgQt2CSjf2vyBDyNb-7GOp6NkzVEbU9u-CGtHS_pK8hVu7a99JBY7OMhb3Q8AsOIpOjvK_YKcjBIfg/s1073/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20009%20Greenfield%20Village.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="742" data-original-width="1073" height="490" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0fU506PzQZYyoWornAV4L_XhYmaXGABSokgdlA9aSLKqA6YIWWVp69GsC8grgjUEUublt8gd618w7obsT28U0eNsmoH9kbV2mBrZo1fPZ5L1gFgQt2CSjf2vyBDyNb-7GOp6NkzVEbU9u-CGtHS_pK8hVu7a99JBY7OMhb3Q8AsOIpOjvK_YKcjBIfg/w710-h490/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20009%20Greenfield%20Village.jpg" width="710" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-size: medium;">The corn truly is as tall as it looks there behind me - pushing ten feet!<br />And it is mid-September!</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><span>The harvest of the field crops at Firestone Farm have actually been underway since late July as the wheat ripened. </span></div><div><span>Soon it will be time for the corn in this photo to be turned into shocks. </span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span>From mid-September we're going to jump forward about a month to October - to Sunday, October 22, to be exact, on what I consider to be the epitome of a fall day. The sun was out, though clouds showed up for a while as well, the temps hovered mostly in the 40s, reaching the low 50s eventually, the colors on the trees were, in my opinion, at their peek. And my friend Norm and I got together once again and were wearing our 18th century clothing.</span></div><div><span>On this day, no houses or any structures were open, for it was a "Members Strolling Day," and that's pretty much all we could do was to stroll around the Village.</span></div><div><span>And take pictures.</span></div><div><span>You know, some people complain an awful lot when cooler weather strikes. They now have to wear jackets, the leaves need to be raked, winter is right around the corner... And yet, these same complainers also tend to be very active this time of year: they head out to cider mills, go on hay rides, take part in Hallowe'en activities, enjoy nature walks, high school football games...</span></div><div><span>Me? I am a Fall person (in case you hadn't noticed), and I so look forward to this time of year more than any other season. I've been this way a lifetime - there's no changing me now.</span></div><div><span>And, to me, no other place emits an Autumn flavor in its totality like historic Greenfield Village.</span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiau1fPiR44K2B19NnRdt4RcHKL62pNN_YaMHTRMoZQrf-xVlVrezi8tjFlxu8MbyzuCHCGlA3l_n8LpBIyL3M_b65sxnlUXvnGD3oDdpwXasbMVRs3iir2-QAKcod_GQOuMWA76Z03EFIyaXgJ58yOavDGSkBVnsZCGjHtQO5jGcJtBWmUPa8jbbFkLA/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20015%20Greenfield%20Village.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="462" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiau1fPiR44K2B19NnRdt4RcHKL62pNN_YaMHTRMoZQrf-xVlVrezi8tjFlxu8MbyzuCHCGlA3l_n8LpBIyL3M_b65sxnlUXvnGD3oDdpwXasbMVRs3iir2-QAKcod_GQOuMWA76Z03EFIyaXgJ58yOavDGSkBVnsZCGjHtQO5jGcJtBWmUPa8jbbFkLA/w694-h462/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20015%20Greenfield%20Village.jpg" width="694" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">If you look close enough you can see me walking along the fence. This was taken at <br />19th century Firestone Farm, though, in this photo, it can easily pass as one <br />from a hundred years earlier.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh58g8NQQSA5uy_lzB2sREMkAS0hdld0bPBz4sXC3Jqo8Ol5wm6DMbYuENHCOacGxXjzxjKHGkfAZW5c7Sj70CydFL_nNpLlxXJ87jj1aK4_LBwdl0LBSy2MJsqZam_R2932k7wC2Ew5vnsMtSISGN20ZzJBHGaJUTaowPJLubR9Up6MfVlcXnE2AzCMQ/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20017%20Greenfield%20Village.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="456" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh58g8NQQSA5uy_lzB2sREMkAS0hdld0bPBz4sXC3Jqo8Ol5wm6DMbYuENHCOacGxXjzxjKHGkfAZW5c7Sj70CydFL_nNpLlxXJ87jj1aK4_LBwdl0LBSy2MJsqZam_R2932k7wC2Ew5vnsMtSISGN20ZzJBHGaJUTaowPJLubR9Up6MfVlcXnE2AzCMQ/w686-h456/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20017%20Greenfield%20Village.jpg" width="686" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The miller would be working long, hard hours about this time of year as the local farmers would have their horse-drawn carts and wagons lined up to have their grain ground into flour.<br />Even though this Loranger Gristmill was made in the 1830s, it, too, can pass for one from a hundred years earlier.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTfVrNl1sE2sgfKm3f4ICEk2C8EaPaytv1Pfc0aNV-gJEM0xLh6xUTBxdcwut5D0_ZsT8eJlgzHXTrigHEYyyaKx9ZPqNOM-VlB9Hlbq2j24N98U5OvTtRkyTyigQ2b5cPiGrpEt_4BlUZLxI_HELIpnE63PdZHxJimN-GHiBgdyDCtONelFe-nhWFsA/s1263/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20001%20Greenfield%20Village.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="807" data-original-width="1263" height="433" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTfVrNl1sE2sgfKm3f4ICEk2C8EaPaytv1Pfc0aNV-gJEM0xLh6xUTBxdcwut5D0_ZsT8eJlgzHXTrigHEYyyaKx9ZPqNOM-VlB9Hlbq2j24N98U5OvTtRkyTyigQ2b5cPiGrpEt_4BlUZLxI_HELIpnE63PdZHxJimN-GHiBgdyDCtONelFe-nhWFsA/w679-h433/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20001%20Greenfield%20Village.jpg" width="679" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Americana history abounds in this picture:<br />I see the gray toll booth, and, there in the distance (on the right) is the Sarah Jordan Boarding House (burnt orange in color). This was one of the first houses ever lit by electricity.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><div><span>The wondrous season of autumn in itself has a tendency to make everything look old...wooden...and, dare I say, traditional. Many houses in my neighborhood have fireplaces, and on these cooler days one can see smoke billowing out of the chimneys. </span></div><div><span>"So why do you go to Greenfield Village to enjoy the fall then, Ken?" you ask.</span></div><div><span>I really can't tell you why for certain, except that I immerse myself into it because it is history and, thus, historical. I do the same whether I am practicing the art of living history, reading a history book, or watching a quality period movie or TV series. Seeing the Daggett Home, Firestone Farm, McGuffey Cabin, or any number of the historic structures relocated here engulfed in the reds, golds, orange, browns, and even a touch of left over green leaves brings out the best of autumn...of old autumn...and I can almost see what our ancestors did.</span></div></div><div><span>So back to an original, authentic 1700s building we go:</span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtXTdELw8eqrHxdR2Q1-1z3f_niSSqljcGClshlgZFvkfIlUxsUNaJMqddLOztcLLN30Mboasx_LlmjIcktXNIL7qiqCPuPqn7SwtcOTEKt0tt46pH8hFdrt6XNy0sLeMhBYBWMxawapOQ7t7Mk8TPiAYgvTEgLnH4pnxife9zqUgbMFZlbihbE8XW4A/s6000/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20018%20Greenfield%20Village.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="456" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtXTdELw8eqrHxdR2Q1-1z3f_niSSqljcGClshlgZFvkfIlUxsUNaJMqddLOztcLLN30Mboasx_LlmjIcktXNIL7qiqCPuPqn7SwtcOTEKt0tt46pH8hFdrt6XNy0sLeMhBYBWMxawapOQ7t7Mk8TPiAYgvTEgLnH4pnxife9zqUgbMFZlbihbE8XW4A/w685-h456/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20018%20Greenfield%20Village.jpg" width="685" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>Over at Daggett we can see the firepit poles are completed.</span><br /><span>And just look at the magnificent colors of the trees!</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxgOE6LXqDSX-18JQz_8SGzhL4Lwt2MfIDv4E5QcQCjCw7GJpoKOWwoLp9tWie0I_9OR8Ttdh6JhMwzIKetq9qVsQhfVr_O9WtlqqtaupeLoPTLs2xL1K6MGvK6A17fhaYesmc8q513-C1pnSlRzHgG6vb8QAaOx7y40_9JhJBB3H3CrKB1M3oYo7ZzA/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20023%20Greenfield%20Village.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="457" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxgOE6LXqDSX-18JQz_8SGzhL4Lwt2MfIDv4E5QcQCjCw7GJpoKOWwoLp9tWie0I_9OR8Ttdh6JhMwzIKetq9qVsQhfVr_O9WtlqqtaupeLoPTLs2xL1K6MGvK6A17fhaYesmc8q513-C1pnSlRzHgG6vb8QAaOx7y40_9JhJBB3H3CrKB1M3oYo7ZzA/w687-h457/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20023%20Greenfield%20Village.jpg" width="687" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And another shot of me with the well-sweep.<br />With the building locked up and no presenters, we made our own good time.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXCkOMoC17mqLgFCqS8YTq7JDOY-ozsZNGgqh7ohBup0G0lwi43TZxMmOhhcMzjorrEw7tTgYglM0isMHin471DImOpSzGQYSzxvwm_LKEfG0jdR3kzvl3iLPJUPP6a1R5-b4HAlA2dThsDJTphn4DGnB822dvZ90ql8o2cGnW1OVri5HiqmmeUVQjqA/s6000/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20019%20Greenfield%20Village.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="453" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXCkOMoC17mqLgFCqS8YTq7JDOY-ozsZNGgqh7ohBup0G0lwi43TZxMmOhhcMzjorrEw7tTgYglM0isMHin471DImOpSzGQYSzxvwm_LKEfG0jdR3kzvl3iLPJUPP6a1R5-b4HAlA2dThsDJTphn4DGnB822dvZ90ql8o2cGnW1OVri5HiqmmeUVQjqA/w681-h453/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20019%20Greenfield%20Village.jpg" width="681" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-size: medium;">I'm checking out the hops here for brewing beer.</span><br /><span style="font-size: medium;">Roy & Chuck brew beer this time of year, so that's what they use the hops for.</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><span>Even though nothing was open, just being able to stroll through this perfect autumn day here at Greenfield Village really made it all worth while. However, I must say, other visitors/members there really appreciated us wearing our period clothing.</span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSUlWnl6TRCxfVFu6h-wlpOSJQiM-9-cPbF0BIkK0AkmQ8KCHeF5EwCm3Ew8GAoPwboQVuEAPz8w012ktGMT0LC_Hzd8MMji7Zj9DZ2FU-pJjAitBTZ0fkss82NiplHUZJv1gSTxrpjuEmZIf2f1QirO9U0aKfcMczKt5Bq09HUNqDJb-X5YgiwbihwA/s1537/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20020%20Greenfield%20Village.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="851" data-original-width="1537" height="379" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSUlWnl6TRCxfVFu6h-wlpOSJQiM-9-cPbF0BIkK0AkmQ8KCHeF5EwCm3Ew8GAoPwboQVuEAPz8w012ktGMT0LC_Hzd8MMji7Zj9DZ2FU-pJjAitBTZ0fkss82NiplHUZJv1gSTxrpjuEmZIf2f1QirO9U0aKfcMczKt5Bq09HUNqDJb-X5YgiwbihwA/w685-h379/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20020%20Greenfield%20Village.jpg" width="685" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>In this shot we are still in the good old colony days, with two structures - the Farris Windmill and the Cotswold Dovecote & Fence - representing the early 1600s. But we also have the red Plympton House from the early 1700s. Then there's me, <br />representing about 1770.</span><br /><span>Yeah, this Village just about covers it all.</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieBcI3rfGe4uafvc9RPQrtYsLJKlN2D6zllXX-55nfEI6_4EztdoIGaDic6lFaOB7WGRMdg1n1ORRw8ILVdx3uSiJ5AjFc_vP18Jqw-ik8L44JLbQ0APBFitcSxdVt5ggUGjPbQgXyowxg2QYYKESEFLcdEB6Jo5YLitWFuh53SlpTZumYIgt0S1X0Kw/s1294/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20022%20Greenfield%20Village.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1294" height="410" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieBcI3rfGe4uafvc9RPQrtYsLJKlN2D6zllXX-55nfEI6_4EztdoIGaDic6lFaOB7WGRMdg1n1ORRw8ILVdx3uSiJ5AjFc_vP18Jqw-ik8L44JLbQ0APBFitcSxdVt5ggUGjPbQgXyowxg2QYYKESEFLcdEB6Jo5YLitWFuh53SlpTZumYIgt0S1X0Kw/w692-h410/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20022%20Greenfield%20Village.jpg" width="692" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>From the early 1700s we have the red Plympton House.</span><br /><span>From about 1633 we have the Farris Windmill.</span><br /><span>From about 1750 we have the dark gray Daggett House.</span><br /><span>~A fall scene from October 22 in the good old colony days!~<br /></span></span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2l0IGrEQQKdBOXA7BbIeLryQkpqrndh8P5NLuhyZigLySanoLYjHwYcFMqWb2atsmjtgWNRJHxEUBHSUYYaHI8z_hrvayDPyYGC8FamPd29iGpzE1798Ep9eAAhb0RPpn6CvgVtFUUQX2XkmDYM2RlY6akDGkEKPwhlBtKE9jH4N52r0w4wpYOqHdQw/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20002%20Greenfield%20Village.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="454" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2l0IGrEQQKdBOXA7BbIeLryQkpqrndh8P5NLuhyZigLySanoLYjHwYcFMqWb2atsmjtgWNRJHxEUBHSUYYaHI8z_hrvayDPyYGC8FamPd29iGpzE1798Ep9eAAhb0RPpn6CvgVtFUUQX2XkmDYM2RlY6akDGkEKPwhlBtKE9jH4N52r0w4wpYOqHdQw/w682-h454/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20002%20Greenfield%20Village.jpg" width="682" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And across the street we have the Giddings House, built in the mid-1700s!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQzXcTEFOwueD6Zv0mky2WEy7AlGe-zvDN-mwbIdVEuiNkBIzwjvKBrQe5zITDMHCaHHbCJ2KmoBhkJeUg9rR-rx9TXt55BN8lQRwxTICjMFFwSnn2eFi2kkOZpLrV9rm6Q6Ww8fIQXalSRF79Ovipluaew7Gd_G829DSBUQE08uEIadZyvrs7EjZqMQ/s1299/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20021%20Greenfield%20Village.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="805" data-original-width="1299" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQzXcTEFOwueD6Zv0mky2WEy7AlGe-zvDN-mwbIdVEuiNkBIzwjvKBrQe5zITDMHCaHHbCJ2KmoBhkJeUg9rR-rx9TXt55BN8lQRwxTICjMFFwSnn2eFi2kkOZpLrV9rm6Q6Ww8fIQXalSRF79Ovipluaew7Gd_G829DSBUQE08uEIadZyvrs7EjZqMQ/w689-h426/q%202023%20-%2011-30%20021%20Greenfield%20Village.jpg" width="689" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The Eagle Tavern was also closed during daytime visits <span>for the month of October, .<br />Oh! How we wished it was open!</span><br /><span>Oh well...we'll make it back there in November!<br />Sad, though, that they close for the month.</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Greenfield Village re-opened its gates in early November. Of course, I was there the first day of re-opening, and I was there the second November weekend as well, and captured a few interesting images:</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo5u_qJYMtRLGBc68nr6q0wkMloWdWDO2eVPZrX3GSwlhv1ElwpTYe5QsTS8L7ThmVaDg82SpRjY3LMlr8hHYEChMxFkx9Uz8UFoDQWVDURaq2hd9Eoro7Qxasyk1vKLE0zqz24nYPwbDf2NUidYDYUfe_kl4xazvZUH1swGcrxEQemPf5dycLj5WPKw/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-16%20033%20Greenfield%20Village.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="459" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo5u_qJYMtRLGBc68nr6q0wkMloWdWDO2eVPZrX3GSwlhv1ElwpTYe5QsTS8L7ThmVaDg82SpRjY3LMlr8hHYEChMxFkx9Uz8UFoDQWVDURaq2hd9Eoro7Qxasyk1vKLE0zqz24nYPwbDf2NUidYDYUfe_kl4xazvZUH1swGcrxEQemPf5dycLj5WPKw/w689-h459/q%202023%20-%2011-16%20033%20Greenfield%20Village.jpg" width="689" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I had never captured the horse & carriage going through the Ackley Covered Bridge <br />from this angle. I am very pleased how it turned out.<br /></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUNTv8NpvtE4VL11PXc48RLDgwEyLaTnpYMvHdwMlg0E20RCEJvzJkUUnpx0eFVlEb6s4_VYqD1AFVTrzmoljUGdGSchA07MotqTAzksixTnAR364CGW9qAJQLLaAP27e7DKORcQ6ctnJp-_VZ2qC9i1Tfi1rO6A8tL-R-fGMjnGWuw67dKq6W5tistA/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-16%20036%20Greenfield%20Village.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="455" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUNTv8NpvtE4VL11PXc48RLDgwEyLaTnpYMvHdwMlg0E20RCEJvzJkUUnpx0eFVlEb6s4_VYqD1AFVTrzmoljUGdGSchA07MotqTAzksixTnAR364CGW9qAJQLLaAP27e7DKORcQ6ctnJp-_VZ2qC9i1Tfi1rO6A8tL-R-fGMjnGWuw67dKq6W5tistA/w684-h455/q%202023%20-%2011-16%20036%20Greenfield%20Village.jpg" width="684" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Next year perhaps I can repeat this while the leaves are in full color.</span></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0pu51emGilmUOYWy-Boag-lPoeAns1zXe7NCw2TRO85-lRBMIPg0A6UJDz-W6g6UCOpJVZyVOEQqAOBzFAlBKJkuF_2lYnfqlrM6CrcnfB-i7nMi0nv7rgNivP3JcSAspu-8ypCFjBX5vLFjh1zYIlMNDewL3VTQfuNgJ1g0phOcHYjvUWzsaxNpKSQ/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-16%20038%20Greenfield%20Village.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="459" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0pu51emGilmUOYWy-Boag-lPoeAns1zXe7NCw2TRO85-lRBMIPg0A6UJDz-W6g6UCOpJVZyVOEQqAOBzFAlBKJkuF_2lYnfqlrM6CrcnfB-i7nMi0nv7rgNivP3JcSAspu-8ypCFjBX5vLFjh1zYIlMNDewL3VTQfuNgJ1g0phOcHYjvUWzsaxNpKSQ/w689-h459/q%202023%20-%2011-16%20038%20Greenfield%20Village.jpg" width="689" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">There ya go! Another favorite picture of mine. <br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6UASWk5iPDeoXSL4CVMCoZsgjhsnxrSo6AdDaGA7A2shvrxbS2Dq4KsWpJet3LtT_zNoQM2BN3e3FizoQ9pZm_xLg5Qm6yj_1lLmCiuRXGlt9w0FzGhseEQSEmLMlPesgOVh9RmvY6qYBTOXH2EsgHMMcR-eXGIluZhy62zN7PfHSGOldyUmk7aJjsQ/s1237/q%202023%20-%2011-16%20039%20Greenfield%20Village.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="783" data-original-width="1237" height="438" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6UASWk5iPDeoXSL4CVMCoZsgjhsnxrSo6AdDaGA7A2shvrxbS2Dq4KsWpJet3LtT_zNoQM2BN3e3FizoQ9pZm_xLg5Qm6yj_1lLmCiuRXGlt9w0FzGhseEQSEmLMlPesgOVh9RmvY6qYBTOXH2EsgHMMcR-eXGIluZhy62zN7PfHSGOldyUmk7aJjsQ/w690-h438/q%202023%20-%2011-16%20039%20Greenfield%20Village.jpg" width="690" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">With the later mornings, the sun was low in the sky, giving this an almost silhouetted feel.</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="1166" height="443" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikGTlSKjbR3cMhyvas0XgduVskySUgJZrW14ahbibh2U9LbQs8dFYLem0pmFzA5deLL10khGn68D-7OWJ4avfEcAbIQZ1aj89YCzEUJchVcoJ5ZbE8Hp28jJUj62f_ESfinhHEo6wh8phaKES2rpUtS3xoWJV4c34J681nRaa_TaTBpYb10RAiQq6uTw/w687-h443/q%202023%20-%2011-16%20003%20Greenfield%20Village.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="687" /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The autumn leaves framing the Daggett House.</span></td></tr></tbody></table>I get a lot of snarky comments about my fondness – some call it an obsession – for the Daggett House. No, I’m not obsessed. This house and the way it is utilized (most of the time) just seems to represent everything I love and enjoy about history. <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="731" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6Gqf-YenFiOzhLE3w2hFicrrQLgkjpAwkjmKklT1DT798PYZYq3NWPl6IAivoSr8xU5jqZQeZLeoinZFnSyXoOyjB2qvIH6Tz3RM4f5-82PGJpApH6Ag-4aoiWy_7uFIyST8HH4QzqNwVNLxkScCB6p8019dN8nRZyREfg_gbM9QVedXBZBz_clnQxQ/w487-h731/q%202023%20-%2011-16%20004%20Greenfield%20Village.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="487" /></span></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">For instance, in this photo we have a young lady staring, perhaps longingly, out the kitchen window into the kitchen garden. Framing her are the drying fruits or squash or gourds tied up, encircling the glass. She could be thinking of the root vegetables still in the garden that are ready to be pulled for storage in the root cellar. She could be thinking of her beau who she would see at church this coming Sunday. Or maybe even spend some time with him or other friends at the frolic afterward.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">But she dare not daydream for long, for there was work to be done: dinner must be prepared, for father will be hungry upon coming in from working on the well-sweep. And mother, who is working diligently in the next room cutting up their recent harvested vegetables, will ensure a fine meal will be hot and on the table for him.</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table>That’s how I think when I walk into a place like the Daggett Home, for I am continuously in a state of historical research, and, though the architecture may interest me (for one example), my main course of study is the daily lives of people from the past. I do much of this by reading the journals and diaries of those who have come before, making it a bit easier to “get inside the heads” of people from the past. Like this young lady.<div>So next time you visit the home of Samuel and Anna Daggett, please make sure to watch a bit more closely and see how the presenters work, almost as a family, to bring this house and people like the Daggetts to life.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO-IeK40IKfO3VIe9NOwC-WrazfrV9weAutZCJH1PHV-68CzybpjqabVLzADgC7F93jbwd2YABbZeBmRla9q1csAZfA2e-A5K9LvXsEKxRc7pPgrIFcIg3M96WfA3RqsRSV3rtfvBeFbK61eiNqaRXlVCBLZfHyVgQZ5BRkryWLnqVKjJCqPTuKb7Q3g/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-16%20034%20Greenfield%20Village.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="457" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO-IeK40IKfO3VIe9NOwC-WrazfrV9weAutZCJH1PHV-68CzybpjqabVLzADgC7F93jbwd2YABbZeBmRla9q1csAZfA2e-A5K9LvXsEKxRc7pPgrIFcIg3M96WfA3RqsRSV3rtfvBeFbK61eiNqaRXlVCBLZfHyVgQZ5BRkryWLnqVKjJCqPTuKb7Q3g/w687-h457/q%202023%20-%2011-16%20034%20Greenfield%20Village.jpg" width="687" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Only a week later I captured Kirsten gazing out the front great hall window.<br />Perhaps the beauty of the autumn leaves has captured her attention...<br />(thank you, Kirsten, for your poses)~</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAUUBGaWrhnGq5KSSrOSzNYiidAQKJxpkPmKa8bb_UaRBUHvXUZhu9MfxKjoHdVdtsk4eMX2UxnpiEdW5yi_na8BVXjCwxFgh_DkaV5shT956AB_6RJPN5sa4peAIndMI1Sd8gBS-Cjizqgp-sYyDJDBu0vXwB31dFVxgX0YPaPJGmOkQATE_RUS63Zw/s1170/q%202023%20-%2011-16%20035%20Greenfield%20Village.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="748" data-original-width="1170" height="441" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAUUBGaWrhnGq5KSSrOSzNYiidAQKJxpkPmKa8bb_UaRBUHvXUZhu9MfxKjoHdVdtsk4eMX2UxnpiEdW5yi_na8BVXjCwxFgh_DkaV5shT956AB_6RJPN5sa4peAIndMI1Sd8gBS-Cjizqgp-sYyDJDBu0vXwB31dFVxgX0YPaPJGmOkQATE_RUS63Zw/w688-h441/q%202023%20-%2011-16%20035%20Greenfield%20Village.jpg" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Welcome to the 17th and the 18th centuries.<br />All of what you see here are the oldest on Michigan soil: the two Cotswold structures that flank this picture are the oldest, originally built in England about 1620. The windmill was built on Cape Cod in 1633. And then the Daggett House there was built around 1750 in Connecticut. <br />Michigan has only four buildings from the 18th century original to our state <br />(click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2020/08/hidden-history-welcome-to-michigan.html">HERE</a> to read about them).</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="460" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMdrrKntzK480q3f0M_hyphenhyphenoe9cWS_eQM5bY0AE1421UaxOsYFOZsU44PEzKsR-vLbggR6LOhKkJz1-urMKcfwB9LSiYbDGjUaGfelCpHWU_I0GEM6RLYy4e15SpjtAW3iIOc_v4wvZ7Tqf5fLkAt7293K-TenpA4TGajKOYiMMJ2cz7pNrgc3hLBmkDXQ/w691-h460/q%202023%20-%2011-16%20025%20Greenfield%20Village.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="691" /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And I snapped another of the horse and carriage as the trotting horses moved past the one-time homes of famous American poet Robert Frost, who lived there in the mid-1920s, and the 1822 home of Noah Webster, which was where he completed his first dictionary.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="795" data-original-width="600" height="677" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEham4OqAhRfydcdwTn3PIfpBI1WYGvLuN3Xx7SjzzBuqfK1h7LuGZ7BS_CrIW6MikcXqTBILAd6CAMuO6W5y34A0cO7GC7ZcADFixNPAM-TK8tfFZnHxfqtIL5_XqtNTgpsRotzKpJYPPMy8bdwgWsBTwOjpmQL4EzEWe_FerTtsPq6uK6ZhUnIR47c8Q/w512-h677/q%202023%20-%2011-16%20027%20Greenfield%20Village.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="512" /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Looking out the Eagle Tavern dining room window.<br />Eating inside the tavern is also a somewhat immersive experience,<br />even while dazing out the window.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6vLvpvC3iCwtRhtdysgSrDlYSaoM9hB7wl0xHDB3YYJKWjatZttNOFEPorX8t2zu2Mr9lHpxZKdxu4Dgfa9T4A7Qrm2kTZXtDLoE9BhQQdLf45f-BWctxlLXCMOVy7AK5Z1bWnFke6wtWh5fI6M5hyOnEEd9QaZFligiHB4wHJRn0IF98DPrDz-Tu7g/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-16%20028%20Greenfield%20Village.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="456" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6vLvpvC3iCwtRhtdysgSrDlYSaoM9hB7wl0xHDB3YYJKWjatZttNOFEPorX8t2zu2Mr9lHpxZKdxu4Dgfa9T4A7Qrm2kTZXtDLoE9BhQQdLf45f-BWctxlLXCMOVy7AK5Z1bWnFke6wtWh5fI6M5hyOnEEd9QaZFligiHB4wHJRn0IF98DPrDz-Tu7g/w686-h456/q%202023%20-%2011-16%20028%20Greenfield%20Village.jpg" width="686" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The corn shocks to the left, from the era before silos, and the replicated Martinsville Cider Mill on the right, with the 19th century Firestone Farmhouse near the center. <br />It may be November, but that tree certainly has an October feel to it!<br />Beautiful!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEide3iMfsVaMUyqRuzFLSCHtv4h1eBIqxaS8rcN_mOalJaBySmnsOLBgOBR9IetyPY0ncmOQukevN8YS1BLVwoXSUu7vgdHifxyyO3bK8pFIY55ShIViedUOuXULejwpQzFzZKPBV6Rq-RPRZ_bGw_JSNtFueMC8jCO_Z_RH5nA83myqtzObFuI4ZS78g/s810/q%202023%20-%2011-16%20029%20Greenfield%20Village.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="680" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEide3iMfsVaMUyqRuzFLSCHtv4h1eBIqxaS8rcN_mOalJaBySmnsOLBgOBR9IetyPY0ncmOQukevN8YS1BLVwoXSUu7vgdHifxyyO3bK8pFIY55ShIViedUOuXULejwpQzFzZKPBV6Rq-RPRZ_bGw_JSNtFueMC8jCO_Z_RH5nA83myqtzObFuI4ZS78g/w538-h640/q%202023%20-%2011-16%20029%20Greenfield%20Village.jpg" width="538" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">This is not something we see often at Firestone Farm. <br />In fact, this was my first time even witnessing any of the ladies, <br />in this case, Larissa, sewing. <br />To be honest, I never really paid attention to the sewing table <br />underneath the window in the sitting room!<br />Guess I would not make a good tayler.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsUCV5ALMu4e8_YQIDJPth8RqAJAuAjaj8CH35SgPZlhwzfWbRcs7wu3OHYRtO67YrP0X0rJ0qURaZDRbXpK-K83_s7ATeX6tJxx5TNyJusLZVaaBNIYtjBGRuQn89qsvZUX9ZLZN-qnNJexCu7nLPzDnSpXH7Sc6ydNG4DCzEpWgUsu29lvwlgv_4dg/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-16%20030%20Greenfield%20Village.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="462" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsUCV5ALMu4e8_YQIDJPth8RqAJAuAjaj8CH35SgPZlhwzfWbRcs7wu3OHYRtO67YrP0X0rJ0qURaZDRbXpK-K83_s7ATeX6tJxx5TNyJusLZVaaBNIYtjBGRuQn89qsvZUX9ZLZN-qnNJexCu7nLPzDnSpXH7Sc6ydNG4DCzEpWgUsu29lvwlgv_4dg/w694-h462/q%202023%20-%2011-16%20030%20Greenfield%20Village.jpg" width="694" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The Firestone cold room in the cellar has plenty of pie pumpkins ready for Thanksgiving!<br />I always enjoy seeing the fresh picked fruits and vegetables down here.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR4s3gDPsZfRUn0CWl3stMtnE9ZIl9rhzx0L4uKPD5VMvOnaZNIMHx5mqxlMeyAVajkyoRDJOCuzUW2FgYjiAoXlT5E5wL3NXFyKI__7tV8CFPoSx2uyAmR5uv8X_bcowVPl_nvCew0JPn37zeHI_cTawdmYTY-XoHlV9pjat4gdiqbOTffq7xk-6uXQ/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-16%20031%20Greenfield%20Village.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR4s3gDPsZfRUn0CWl3stMtnE9ZIl9rhzx0L4uKPD5VMvOnaZNIMHx5mqxlMeyAVajkyoRDJOCuzUW2FgYjiAoXlT5E5wL3NXFyKI__7tV8CFPoSx2uyAmR5uv8X_bcowVPl_nvCew0JPn37zeHI_cTawdmYTY-XoHlV9pjat4gdiqbOTffq7xk-6uXQ/w687-h458/q%202023%20-%2011-16%20031%20Greenfield%20Village.jpg" width="687" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">From the Firestone Farm front porch!<br />How country! Welcome to 1885~</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7r5GeK9xxPwtvErxTZdjwHozdwM_ar4r1G2UyUOCIySUYi8ZF5RUkMkiP4JsnbW5dXB60EA_PKCwip5UyyytRyPHZ9MnkRxXMuuwii_VIxyH3R7B-nCjOGQVZsgVhzFziwfZd70Ls6zAe9IcNuQPLvYyUiSOqsav-aDtBFDUtzGCoT-TfK2hOYSXUIQ/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-16%20032%20Greenfield%20Village.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="457" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7r5GeK9xxPwtvErxTZdjwHozdwM_ar4r1G2UyUOCIySUYi8ZF5RUkMkiP4JsnbW5dXB60EA_PKCwip5UyyytRyPHZ9MnkRxXMuuwii_VIxyH3R7B-nCjOGQVZsgVhzFziwfZd70Ls6zAe9IcNuQPLvYyUiSOqsav-aDtBFDUtzGCoT-TfK2hOYSXUIQ/w687-h457/q%202023%20-%2011-16%20032%20Greenfield%20Village.jpg" width="687" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">From the far opposite end, you can make out the farm house, the barn, <br />the red cider mill, and the Loranger Gristmill on the far right.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8M6QRkJACMriHjuYKXhZLB4BlN8ReBM3Czz8C65xOKWzedfw351pmt4tT1aMF4CJVFMUooslCvW3zjuaJMwLdiiRQXzhQQ85wZTwaEKp1PWFBI2xx0Azl0tRFHuXHDjvlEuXnzvHyvyxhYUJGVloghunF7KPlHAXYEaF4uYTAYUcqDbNDlAOz1RvS0g/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-16%20037%20Greenfield%20Village.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="456" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8M6QRkJACMriHjuYKXhZLB4BlN8ReBM3Czz8C65xOKWzedfw351pmt4tT1aMF4CJVFMUooslCvW3zjuaJMwLdiiRQXzhQQ85wZTwaEKp1PWFBI2xx0Azl0tRFHuXHDjvlEuXnzvHyvyxhYUJGVloghunF7KPlHAXYEaF4uYTAYUcqDbNDlAOz1RvS0g/w686-h456/q%202023%20-%2011-16%20037%20Greenfield%20Village.jpg" width="686" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Another long shot from a slightly different angle.</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div>So you would think the two autumn postings of my fall visits to Greenfield Village would complete the picture, right? </div><div>That would be a great big NOPE! For there are a few more November visits that I, and friends, plan to make. Like I said, it will soon be closed up, so I visit as often as I can. And I enjoy sharing my pictures here, too. </div><div>Yes, I write about - and often interject - Greenfield Village quite a lot in my blog posts. This historical open-sir museum is such a picturesque place with so much history that I could probably call this blog "Passion for Greenfield Village" and write about nothing else. </div><div>We in metro-Detroit are so lucky - <i>blessed</i> - to have such a place within our vicinity. Just imagine: 400 years of history right here! So is it any wonder that I love to visit so often?</div><div><br /></div><div>Until next time, see you in time.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>To read more about the making of the Daggett well-sweep, please click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/09/the-spirit-of-samuel-daggett-lives-on.html">HERE</a></div></div><div style="text-align: left;">To read more about a Colonial autumn, please click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2020/08/october-8-18th-century-autumn-and.html">HERE</a></div><div style="text-align: left;">To read more about a Victorian autumn, please click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2014/10/a-celebration-of-autumn-past-in-video.html">HERE</a></div><div style="text-align: left;">Celebrating a Victorian Thanksgiving, click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2013/11/zap-youve-been-transported-back-in-time_25.html">HERE</a></div><div style="text-align: left;">Celebrating a Colonial Thanksgiving, click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2015/11/a-colonial-thanksgiving-colonial.html">HERE</a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">......</span><span style="color: red;">.....</span><span style="color: #b45f06;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">...</span></b>.</span><span style="color: #ffd966;">...</span></div>Historical Kenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04979801752112100293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56451385109293718.post-71325311422365214502023-11-09T15:15:00.004-05:002023-11-10T08:48:35.975-05:00Experiencing Our Research: Celebrating Harvest Time in Autumn 1773<div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">And Fall Harvest Celebrations Past continue on...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;">As a living historian (and also historic reenactor), I am sometimes asked why do grown adults dress up and pretend that they're living in the past. My first response is, "Who's pretending?"</div><div style="text-align: center;">Seriously - - who is pretending here?</div></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><i>...some other place, somewhere, some other time...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><b style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: red;">></span><span style="color: #b45f06;">~</span><span style="color: #38761d;">></span><span style="color: #fcff01;">~</span><span style="color: #741b47;">></span><span style="color: #fcff01;">~</span><span style="color: #ffa400;">></span><span style="color: red;">~</span><span style="color: #6aa84f;">></span><span style="color: #b45f06;">~</span><span style="color: red;">></span><span style="color: #990000;">~</span><span style="color: #fcff01;">></span><span style="color: #e69138;">~</span><span style="color: red;">></span><span style="color: #38761d;">~</span><span style="color: #fcff01;">></span><span style="color: #ffa400;">~</span></i><i><span style="color: #cc0000;">></span></i><i><span style="color: #f1c232;">~</span><span style="color: #b45f06;">></span><span style="color: #6aa84f;">~</span></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiHLEVTVvDLUHjJJ-Ncld7K13TJSIzYFewxetzX-srSc4NDxCXStw1iMDCSjqX_gqsjNauv2kOA3R1WMm2T6lCFhyphenhyphen6eygpdRsLfmVyFwHBMasVFq05SKRquotww3XfF2eVSfUdaozvft3cqfazOENMJf0rfCPt5Yt_qqAPvi1xaTfp1h5rg6d6MsXxFQ/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20007%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="461" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiHLEVTVvDLUHjJJ-Ncld7K13TJSIzYFewxetzX-srSc4NDxCXStw1iMDCSjqX_gqsjNauv2kOA3R1WMm2T6lCFhyphenhyphen6eygpdRsLfmVyFwHBMasVFq05SKRquotww3XfF2eVSfUdaozvft3cqfazOENMJf0rfCPt5Yt_qqAPvi1xaTfp1h5rg6d6MsXxFQ/w693-h461/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20007%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" width="693" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I practice living history with friends who are often like family, and we mostly portray ourselves in that manner - as family citizens during the era of the American Revolution and the period leading up to it - the 1760s and 1770s. Hence, the name of our reenacting group, <i>Citizens of the American Colonies</i>. </span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: center;">In doing this I try to keep the following two quotes close to my historical heart:</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ffd966; font-size: medium;"><i><span>"If you could build up any muscle to be a historian, I'd say it's the empathy muscle. Go out and do empathy exercises; put yourself in their place."</span></i> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;">David McCullough (1933 - 2022) historian and historical author~</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: medium;"><span><i>"We are tellers of stories, we history folks. Our decorative and utilitarian objects are not merely things, but clues to tales of our past as a country. We don't just purchase a lantern; we investigate how it was used and the significance of the pattern of the piercing of the tin. All of the looking back is also a looking forward as friends and families grow closer just as they would have in early America. Make the right historical environment and let the situations and camaraderie unfold."</i> </span> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Tess Rosch - Publisher Early American Life Magazine</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b45f06;">_____</span><span style="color: #cc0000;">---</span><span style="color: #38761d; font-size: medium;"><b>...</b></span><span style="color: #cc0000;">---</span><span style="color: #f1c232;">____</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div><div><i><span style="color: #e69138;">It was a fine autumnal day; the sky was cloudy but serene, and nature wore that rich and golden livery which we always associate with the idea of abundance. The forests had put on their sober brown and yellow, while some trees of the tenderer kind had been nipped by the frosts into brilliant dyes of orange, purple, and scarlet.</span></i></div><div><i><span style="color: #e69138;">Streaming files of wild ducks began to make their appearance high in the air; the bark of the squirrel might be heard from the groves of beech and hickory nuts, and the pensive whistle of the quail at intervals from the neighboring stubble field.</span></i></div></div><div>(From Legend of Sleepy Hollow by Washington Irving - with one slight, barely noticeable change)</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMYctsCgLIdiZDYoiiaGiXrOY7fQOo4KCrf77OC4Pb5o79leUMnIJ2OoyWqjigCwmMSzgqOaFB3lXeTeh9-hRaXgw3PJT2VKvbmbsZVcE5Q78gtFayqsTxqo5k2UZBsiFSZE_0mWa1Ne1c_Hj7J54TR4pNNpCIPCtBx5FR3glJKhRs19kL5gNfe__2Ew/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20025%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="459" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMYctsCgLIdiZDYoiiaGiXrOY7fQOo4KCrf77OC4Pb5o79leUMnIJ2OoyWqjigCwmMSzgqOaFB3lXeTeh9-hRaXgw3PJT2VKvbmbsZVcE5Q78gtFayqsTxqo5k2UZBsiFSZE_0mWa1Ne1c_Hj7J54TR4pNNpCIPCtBx5FR3glJKhRs19kL5gNfe__2Ew/w690-h459/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20025%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" width="690" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>It was a fine autumnal day; the sky was cloudy but serene, and nature wore that rich and golden livery which we always associate with the idea of abundance. The forests had put on their sober brown and yellow...</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #ffa400;">~</span><span style="color: #fcff01;">~</span><span style="color: #38761d; font-size: medium;">~</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div><br /></div><div>If we were actually living here in 1773, we would be in the midst of the busiest time of year, for we would need to continue harvesting crops, picking apples, and, as we are in November, the process of butchering some of the livestock will take place. Colonists did not waste any part of the animal. They cut steaks from beef. They made spare ribs and backbones. They smoked ham and used the fatty sections of the pig for bacon. The small and large intestines were used as casings for sausage, and they made sausage from the leftover scraps of meat, as well as from liver and lungs. Fat made good lard for baking. The meat from the heads and feet of pigs was chopped very fine to make head cheese. And then there was the tallow as well as the beeswax for candles.</div><div>All of this, along with the fruits & vegetables, would have helped to sustain us over the coming winter and spring seasons. The cellar would now have its "winter smell of apples and preserves," and the aroma in the living area would have the mixture of sweet beeswax and the more pungent tallow odors of the freshly dipped candles.</div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVDMm9-uIZ2fm-aJfNtrqE3l5KliQm0VZRSQajwjcDAlD5ySoMa1SMWztzeBIpJ7baDsvUx0Ibc3d8MqO5RglG3dJSR7NN-nLilmEPJkDHQgO0y6jjQxVTKbsQOdreRV8uiBuwVaEtopSkVM5_-cr20WmM7M0gVgtVgS_sVgxNesRLQpkzyBywAsA3vw/s1280/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20040%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="829" data-original-width="1280" height="312" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVDMm9-uIZ2fm-aJfNtrqE3l5KliQm0VZRSQajwjcDAlD5ySoMa1SMWztzeBIpJ7baDsvUx0Ibc3d8MqO5RglG3dJSR7NN-nLilmEPJkDHQgO0y6jjQxVTKbsQOdreRV8uiBuwVaEtopSkVM5_-cr20WmM7M0gVgtVgS_sVgxNesRLQpkzyBywAsA3vw/w482-h312/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20040%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" width="482" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Colonial Larissa deep in thought...</span><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div>In this photo we have the lady of the house staring out from the doorway on a warm autumn day, perhaps looking longingly into her kitchen garden. She could be thinking of the root vegetables still in the garden that are ready to be pulled for storage in the root cellar. She could be thinking about drying fruits or squash or gourds. She could be thinking of church this coming Sunday, and of the harvest frolic afterward.</div><div>But she dare not daydream for long, for there was work to be done: dinner must be prepared, for her husband will be hungry upon coming in from the field. And her sisters, who are working diligently in the next room cutting up their recent harvested vegetables and slaughtered chicken, will ensure a fine meal will be hot and on the table for their family.</div></div><div>Autumn in the early 1770s...</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="color: #ffa400;"> ~</span><span style="color: #fcff01;">~</span><span style="color: #38761d; font-size: medium;">~</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoKeDRG236oZAqVztGAkf5teeZ-wT9Bm2MdyHfF-0h8SoacSK7isGogf1SfSxpAA3OapL9zXnEZ9gxgHmZj4QkeD4WVY_a9PRFYVONOI0_pHRsIyRuky3kf4E9s8fdIVwT3dGhR_d_1HPunAkJvPuZfF4EAJUNYoG61LeXQlRjRZ299yY9O4EaAp2WBw/s901/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20001%20Waterloo%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="901" data-original-width="676" height="464" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoKeDRG236oZAqVztGAkf5teeZ-wT9Bm2MdyHfF-0h8SoacSK7isGogf1SfSxpAA3OapL9zXnEZ9gxgHmZj4QkeD4WVY_a9PRFYVONOI0_pHRsIyRuky3kf4E9s8fdIVwT3dGhR_d_1HPunAkJvPuZfF4EAJUNYoG61LeXQlRjRZ299yY9O4EaAp2WBw/w348-h464/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20001%20Waterloo%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" width="348" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">So, yes, we absolutely would have seen<br />barrels such as what we see here!!</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table>I think my brain works a little differently than most historians. As if you haven't noticed by now, I am fascinated by things not of this time. And I try to question and research everything - to understand what was once commonplace but now no longer is. For instance, for quite a while I've questioned the use of spigots on barrels in the 18th century. For some odd reason I didn't know if such an invention was around at that time, that perhaps it was a "modern-ism" made to look old, like those two-piece low-sitting wooden chairs that slide together to create a seat with a slat back - "reenactor chairs" is what I've heard them called - which are actually from the 1920s but, for some reason, have found a place in the Civil War (and sometimes Revolutionary War) reenacting world. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><div>When I've spoken to multiple people on the spigot subject, the answer was always, "Well, of course they were!" But I've learned to never take anything for granted. </div><div>So, after doing some digging, I've come to learn that, yes, spigots indeed were used in the 18th century - and even much earlier (they're from about 1700 BC!). You see, there is nothing wrong with questioning items, especially if it is considered normal and seen consistently at reenactments, for many times if it "looks right" or "old" or seen at many camp sites, some reenactors will assume it's correct without question...or perhaps some just may not care for what could be consider minor details. But the historian in me finds it better to check than just assume or take anyone's word as gospel. </div><div>And that is what we <i>the cabin crew</i>, try to do each and every time we utilize this historic structure as our 18th century home - where we pertain live, for a day at a time, in the early 1770s, and we do this for our own experience---few to no public or outsiders...just us living as if it is 250 years ago.</div><div>We are not perfect, but we're always looking to improve...and this is a splendid way to learn.</div><div>We also keep each other in check.</div><div>So let's get to how our day - November 4, 1773 - went:</div><div><br /></div><div><div>In the fall of the year, 'twas a very busy time for all the family; besides harvesting the rest of the crops, there was canning and food to be stored away for the coming cold weather. Apples were picked and either dried, stored away, or made into cider, fritters, sauce, pies, or butter. The corn must be dried and the potatoes, carrots, and beets must be put down into the root cellar.</div><div>This is the time of year when hogs are slaughtered and the sides of meat are smoked, pickled, and made into sausages and head-cheese.</div></div><div>Candles - especially tallow candles - were to be made.</div><div>And this year, like two years ago, I decided my part in the day's activities would be back to candle-dipping. It is unfortunate that I have pretty nasty back pain and sciatica in my legs, which, sadly, limits much of my mobility - yes, physical therapy will be taking care of it right after we're done maintaining my rotor cuff issue----I am a pain-filled mess! - and candle making is something I can do that won't wrench me too bad. And just like in days of old, work had to be done no matter, and if this is what I can do, it's what I'll do.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiII-fP7wti3j6t0OZmMCcGrlsCSlpyU2wwQvG5Taxs_DKcjEZjctphvVRr0_Gk3kHr2NtrIfOlca2WzLahBfXc6WOdhM5JvUBFObx7aZzvxkEdIJGGGFUDPLjP-lF3VEuwjNzxwXy8JQiYafYwPkMBFN6NkFGmGYhMR7qNA4XvtBd1rWFfBFRZT4PXJw/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20006%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="467" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiII-fP7wti3j6t0OZmMCcGrlsCSlpyU2wwQvG5Taxs_DKcjEZjctphvVRr0_Gk3kHr2NtrIfOlca2WzLahBfXc6WOdhM5JvUBFObx7aZzvxkEdIJGGGFUDPLjP-lF3VEuwjNzxwXy8JQiYafYwPkMBFN6NkFGmGYhMR7qNA4XvtBd1rWFfBFRZT4PXJw/w703-h467/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20006%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" width="703" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">This year, as we did two years ago, candle dipping took place.<br />See the pumpkin there?<br />More on that and why it's there shortly...</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>As explained by Cynthia Howerter, an author who also writes for the excellent <a href="https://colonialquills.blogspot.com/">Colonial Quills</a> blog:</div><div><div><i>"Eighteenth-century colonists got up with the sun and worked until the sun went down in order to utilize the daylight. Once the sun slipped past the horizon, candles provided the only means of illumination </i>(aside from the hearth-Ken) <i>- but it was dim lighting, at best... </i></div><div><div><i>Townspeople could purchase candles from a local tradesman known as a "chandler" or a merchant, but people living in the rural areas needed to make their own tapers.</i></div><div><i>Candles were made by using metal molds or by the dipping method. Molds produced uniformly shaped candles, but could only be made in small quantities. </i></div><div><i>Dipped candles were less uniform in shape, but several hundred could be made in an afternoon. Multiple wicks were repeatedly dipped into hot tallow until candles reached their desired thickness, then hung on a candle tree to harden. </i></div><div><i>All candles require a wick to hold the flame. During the colonial period, wicks were made by twisting strings of flax and linen on a spinning wheel. Because twisted wicks do not burn away as the wax melts, they needed to be trimmed frequently with scissors."</i></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCW7yJq8Aqwx70DwS8x4F35Z5RcBHhgtnmC5AJ9_nOklw5RY80ii70vnTYf4jvG1lO_Ekzz5gmKuqBLfiA03McZ2ADwZhAh-f5VnOY3rSiwa-2WoOzeKd0OwLlzkZquvcAJT524pHzFV5k7oaa26Vczkc3kuaUQu04rJn73Uy8T2N_xWMOUiNKSD0PuQ/s1082/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20033%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="811" data-original-width="1082" height="515" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCW7yJq8Aqwx70DwS8x4F35Z5RcBHhgtnmC5AJ9_nOklw5RY80ii70vnTYf4jvG1lO_Ekzz5gmKuqBLfiA03McZ2ADwZhAh-f5VnOY3rSiwa-2WoOzeKd0OwLlzkZquvcAJT524pHzFV5k7oaa26Vczkc3kuaUQu04rJn73Uy8T2N_xWMOUiNKSD0PuQ/w687-h515/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20033%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" width="687" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Note the unprocessed flax upper right~<br />Our candles were very wobbly. We tried to keep the wicks as straight as possible but, well, our goal was quantity over how nice they look, for we have many dark nights ahead. The more the merrier.<br />The scissors you see are actually called "snuffers" - - <br /> "<i style="text-align: left;">Because of the scarcity of imported wicking, early settlers were known to spin the flimsy down of milkweed into loose threads for wicks. They also used loosely spun cotton, coarse linen, or tow. Early wicks sputtered and guttered and smoked so much that their charred ends, called "snuff," usually required snipping with a scissor-like device called a snuffer four or five times an hour." </i><span style="text-align: left;"> </span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Early American Life Magazine, February 2007 </span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div>Most colonists made candles from tallow or beeswax.</div><div>Beeswax candles were preferred by colonists because they had a pleasant scent and produced little smoke. They also burned brighter than tallow candles. </div></div><div>But let's go back a bit - let's go back to when we planned out our autumnal harvest day and feast. I mean, it's fall, and being as such we would be enjoying the fruits of our labor; harvest time is here! It was time for feasting on the yield and to enjoy the little warmth before the bitter cold winter set in.</div><div>For the day's activities, I brought along about 60 lbs of pure raw beeswax. </div></div><div>But one also needs wicks.</div><div>Please allow me to digress for a moment here to explain how I got wicks for dipping:</div><div>you may or may not know that I enjoy processing flax to be spun on a spinning wheel, turning it into linen thread. But before spinning can occur, there is a whole 'nother process that must take place beforehand:</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtjH9XDYrvoxeq5ZxN2ClgX9PWlb8MUyoOyZPSFWD3iMTnekB0fUPdmHyqJ9aD0ct-PEv2c8Zbf-8YnIpPusutvu5fDMXbKnoY73UuKUWVravqiz8x4P4w62EpPaPBN2sTxkR4eVnX7oY2GM7GqJMaBT4R2JLKX4AqQZI4TJBNAhy1-xwDgbjY_SPJLA/s1126/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20002%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="color: black;"><img border="0" data-original-height="845" data-original-width="1126" height="520" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtjH9XDYrvoxeq5ZxN2ClgX9PWlb8MUyoOyZPSFWD3iMTnekB0fUPdmHyqJ9aD0ct-PEv2c8Zbf-8YnIpPusutvu5fDMXbKnoY73UuKUWVravqiz8x4P4w62EpPaPBN2sTxkR4eVnX7oY2GM7GqJMaBT4R2JLKX4AqQZI4TJBNAhy1-xwDgbjY_SPJLA/w693-h520/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20002%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" width="693" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">In mid-October I took part in Waterloo Farm Museum's <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/10/pioneer-day-at-waterloo-farm-cabin.html">Pioneer Day</a> event, <br />and for my part I demonstrated the flax processing to many interested visitors.</span></td></tr></tbody></table>It was great explaining how flax becomes a textile - linen. And it was with my tools that I was able to show how flax was processed in the 18th century: from planting to caring for to harvesting to de-seeding to retting to drying to the flax break to the scutching board to the hackle, and then have my wife or a hired girl spin it into linen thread. Once it was complete, the linen thread could then be sent off to the weaver who would then weave it on his loom into fabric, of which could be made into a towel or perhaps sewn into garments such as new breeches or a shirt. Or maybe even into a pillow case.</div><div style="text-align: left;">And leftover thread, perhaps spun a wee bit thicker, could be used for candle wicking.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>"The scutching mallet was used to make the fibres more pliable, though a special flax breaker was much more effective. The fibres had to be combed, and for this a hatchel was used. When it was removed from the hatchel any bits of remaining fibre were known as tow, and were either made into candle wicks or burden-ropes. The flax was stored in bundles known as stricks until the spinner needed them."</i></div><div>(From the book Old Days, Old Ways: An Illustrated Folk History of Ireland by Olive Sharkey)</div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvk8F9_pwntNfClRrkhFGldYc2bv-Q0L6ycQyGGI6FcEAqJKmeYjy5k7U_j_OxCB2yvACVYde7m2TYEHoOQ2XZU3-wXQTnLOfvyYvY23GYiBMN9L0FE2b8_njF70n8DZA7JhcKDZo_j36VA4ROJdwSihSSdsNZXDrTvMjFMF85a5vAPCMx84xWDN6z8g/s775/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20036%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="775" data-original-width="686" height="734" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvk8F9_pwntNfClRrkhFGldYc2bv-Q0L6ycQyGGI6FcEAqJKmeYjy5k7U_j_OxCB2yvACVYde7m2TYEHoOQ2XZU3-wXQTnLOfvyYvY23GYiBMN9L0FE2b8_njF70n8DZA7JhcKDZo_j36VA4ROJdwSihSSdsNZXDrTvMjFMF85a5vAPCMx84xWDN6z8g/w649-h734/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20036%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" width="649" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">There is a story behind the making of this candle...</span><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;">So in the photo above you see a candle on the table. No big deal until you learn that the wicking is actually from linen thread made from flax seeds that we planted, cared for, harvested, combed, retted, dried, broke on the flax break, scutched, hackled, and then spun by my living history friend, Rebecca. It was then dipped in pure raw beeswax I acquired from a beekeeper friend. By the way, each step of the process was done while wearing 18th century clothing. And to add to that, the candle holder it is in is an actual antique from 1757! Yes, I am quite proud of that! So I had a visitor who asked me about purchasing this candle. I told him "$50." He scoffed and replied, "Fifty buck for a candle?" And I said, "For what it took me to make this candle, even that price is too cheap!" Yeah...I probably wouldn't even sell it for that price!</div><div style="text-align: left;">I really like the authenticity of something as simple as this candle - as authentic as lighting can be for 1773!</div><div style="text-align: left;">With that all being said, as we in the Cabin Crew were planning our harvest day activities, I had decided that I wanted to make more of these period-authentic candles. So I grabbed the flax that I had not completed during Pioneer Day - I was presenting rather than doing - and I completed a good part of it. I also had more flax on hand and continued the processing. In my own decidedly un-historic backyard:<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghz5mrVATND-9l558L_SIqX8ix42p-hs_9T25VPFkftm0ZfHReeqYRaG4WfJ2FT-eNaHTol0Vsz_17tF96R5nDpQAL7ecm98qxXFkbciCNqMqvdkAMbU8N9DmbIepF75Xp_P1ag_O1QnK8JbuAEoDLLAKa79nxWfez38FCv3lfawAGsf46xm3XKSdopA/s1082/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20003%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="811" data-original-width="1082" height="519" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghz5mrVATND-9l558L_SIqX8ix42p-hs_9T25VPFkftm0ZfHReeqYRaG4WfJ2FT-eNaHTol0Vsz_17tF96R5nDpQAL7ecm98qxXFkbciCNqMqvdkAMbU8N9DmbIepF75Xp_P1ag_O1QnK8JbuAEoDLLAKa79nxWfez38FCv3lfawAGsf46xm3XKSdopA/w692-h519/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20003%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" width="692" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">My flax tools, a bit of flax on the break, and the tow on the ground.<br />It wasn't nearly as much fun doing it while in period clothing with <br />other living history friends.<br />But I took advantage of the nice warm fall weather before the rains came.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9gI7rqWMluc_wLBoT1yN_kFY3eSTFiVcSYrWHTYD-7Plg7ZmLUa6MYDgGUYaH03j8VknXFstFfdv522xH5Qi1yRVqZ4PoBcekFUYvck3leLzqn5k73Uc6Wcop5IlXY6Ay3Ho3iikhWDCnUJKREVLvR1i678oQp9RlTo7LV3eS04xRuvfbV9CJnIgZ2w/s832/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20004%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="832" data-original-width="624" height="670" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9gI7rqWMluc_wLBoT1yN_kFY3eSTFiVcSYrWHTYD-7Plg7ZmLUa6MYDgGUYaH03j8VknXFstFfdv522xH5Qi1yRVqZ4PoBcekFUYvck3leLzqn5k73Uc6Wcop5IlXY6Ay3Ho3iikhWDCnUJKREVLvR1i678oQp9RlTo7LV3eS04xRuvfbV9CJnIgZ2w/w503-h670/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20004%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" width="503" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Here is much of the flax I processed on the distaff of the <br />spinning wheel, a-waiting to be spun into wicking.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQee_Rk6eVm_L2BGepR5sWwLT8VFsgx2SjiGqB_3hzcmU9_4C-JZh-osjStYcui0QZE_qdVZDeoBtpCfImvMzfzuAMJ6RlrcVrfTLHMc6LFUuiOPC9aeSKRQXDvNbah-8h5w-LRDOSmMrcpEb6ojjYNvtNMvVVbKeNmBjhZ6jn6pohoO3olk8dYV-75A/s840/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20005%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="760" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQee_Rk6eVm_L2BGepR5sWwLT8VFsgx2SjiGqB_3hzcmU9_4C-JZh-osjStYcui0QZE_qdVZDeoBtpCfImvMzfzuAMJ6RlrcVrfTLHMc6LFUuiOPC9aeSKRQXDvNbah-8h5w-LRDOSmMrcpEb6ojjYNvtNMvVVbKeNmBjhZ6jn6pohoO3olk8dYV-75A/w506-h760/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20005%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" width="506" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">On the night before Hallowe'en, my wife spun the flax for me.<br />She did a wonderful job!<br />And, well, no...she did not dress period either.<br />Next time we both will!<br />But it was her first time spinning flax - she's very proud!<br />And so am I ~<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPvLc2c9PpU9elFxvFbL9O11xfd-3X-C_TatjnBLaLehtcmIILpwobxaG8P8tABtIsX7cyOR99Lz9ZNk84wA7i4DgeAhofdxyk1GoIdNSOlCpzsLXVnMGq99RTlmpCUS8BoVzD_OhyphenhyphenTwQpNvgF8opVx9CDIeAqeT16uZ8eYg64zAXHLlTZgDngLcQNKw/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20035%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" style="font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="457" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPvLc2c9PpU9elFxvFbL9O11xfd-3X-C_TatjnBLaLehtcmIILpwobxaG8P8tABtIsX7cyOR99Lz9ZNk84wA7i4DgeAhofdxyk1GoIdNSOlCpzsLXVnMGq99RTlmpCUS8BoVzD_OhyphenhyphenTwQpNvgF8opVx9CDIeAqeT16uZ8eYg64zAXHLlTZgDngLcQNKw/w687-h457/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20035%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" width="687" /></a><br />Turned out pretty good, didn't it?</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>Here is a bit of more recent candle history and on this art of candle dipping:</div><div>Most 18th and 19th century homes were as self-sufficient as they could be, and those who lived in them did their best to produce as many things needful to life as they could, and this did include candles. As part of their domestic work, women usually were the ones who carried the candle making process from start to finish, though many times the children, and even the men (as opportunity arose), would help out as well.</div><div>Well, this male (meaning <i>me!</i>) has taken on the chandler job at our 18th century living history cabin excursions. As I portray a frontier farmer, I have also taken on this chore. While at the cabin, I am not allowed to go hunting, nor, due to health issues, am I able to do many of the other 18th century male chores. Also, we do not live there at the cabin; we are only experiencing colonial life one day at a time as best as we can. So, I suppose I am a sort of chandler - a chandler is a candle maker, typically a male in larger towns, however in smaller communities or rural farms it was mostly women who often made candles, though candle-making often could be a family affair.</div><div>Artificial light in the 18th and even in the early 19th century was truly a luxury. People were used to working by daylight while indoors, so lighting a candle when the sun was up was rare (sorry Outlander fans! Series characters, Claire & Jamie, way overdo the candles in their home - burning a dozen or more candles at once just wouldn't happen - day or night! lol). It was customary for folks to move from room to room to get the most out of the day's light. Generally, candles were lit only during the nighttime hours, and sparingly so, due to the lengthy candle-making process. According to one of the chandlers I spoke to at Colonial Williamsburg, a typical middle class home in the 1750's could go through nearly 500 to 700 candles a year. And that may even be a conservative amount for those who were a bit more well-to-do.</div><div>Though candles could be dipped any time of the year, the main season for dipping was usually in early-to-mid November. It must be remembered that candlemaking was not the fun hobby then as it is in our modern times; it was a backbreaking, smelly, greasy task. The making of the winter's stock of candles was the special autumnal household duty, and a hard one, too, for the large kettles were tiresome and heavy to handle, and the work was well under way at a very early hour, with the temperatures being just cold enough for a quicker hardening.</div><div><div>Wicks were made from linen, cotton, hemp, or, less often, from milkweed. If one lived near a general store, or maybe if a peddler happened by, thick string could be bought to use as wicks.</div><div>Though my candle chore began in the late morning, during the 18th century an early hour found the work well under way for our ancestors. Where mine is done outside over a firepit, in the 1700s a good fire was usually started in the kitchen fireplace under two vast kettles filled with boiling water and melted beeswax or tallow.</div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpDpieZedWNW1EfTX1ekNu-NekkllZS3N2CGzxBvEOBEIDfbQwMKM-yHl1P3zgTnuv7c3MReJorqkvDHDRlMDjbuHDEMCsbe0lFp4LpJU0w4QvskrUtm8-LKOq8XpkQBQ-mppG8b1wM3dOnvyGzSBrl36Vaxa3khfyP5JDZwUitfYY1rKceBaeCOoYmg/s1075/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20027%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="880" data-original-width="1075" height="567" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpDpieZedWNW1EfTX1ekNu-NekkllZS3N2CGzxBvEOBEIDfbQwMKM-yHl1P3zgTnuv7c3MReJorqkvDHDRlMDjbuHDEMCsbe0lFp4LpJU0w4QvskrUtm8-LKOq8XpkQBQ-mppG8b1wM3dOnvyGzSBrl36Vaxa3khfyP5JDZwUitfYY1rKceBaeCOoYmg/w693-h567/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20027%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" width="693" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Here I am preparing to build a fire and set up the iron poles that will hold the <br />kettle filled with beeswax to dip candles.</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div>At the far end of the kitchen or in an adjoining and cooler room, two long poles were laid from chair to chair or stool to stool. Across these poles were laid candle rods, which were about a foot and a half long, and to each rod was attached about six to eight carefully straightened candle-wicks. With the fat/tallow or wax in the pot melted, the wicking from the rods would be dipped into the pot and then returned to its place across the two poles. This process would occur repeatedly as each rod was dipped into the tub of tallow or wax, and with each dip the candles became larger and larger until the desired length and width was had.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLifsaLDF2el5gd1p7ZkkhoHQvAlCuMOSVVj4mFlXdt5fb7wtNJ5ljuzYBg71fRt-3EWrGOyl_7eHyiA_ETSb7xvI65tQVW55kdCawG6ewHxoRKzr6GUH2y2u0cUuirpzeT1BJhohAS-x5XdSxY-qTQ7TmNAkrwxth5rieKvT6JfxFXYm2rs67tRYLdQ/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20023%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="460" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLifsaLDF2el5gd1p7ZkkhoHQvAlCuMOSVVj4mFlXdt5fb7wtNJ5ljuzYBg71fRt-3EWrGOyl_7eHyiA_ETSb7xvI65tQVW55kdCawG6ewHxoRKzr6GUH2y2u0cUuirpzeT1BJhohAS-x5XdSxY-qTQ7TmNAkrwxth5rieKvT6JfxFXYm2rs67tRYLdQ/w691-h460/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20023%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" width="691" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Our rods - or long sticks, rather - were laid out in the same manner as was done in <br />the 18th century.<br />Better wobbly candles than none at all.<br />Actually, we tried keeping them straight but it proved to be difficult. It is much easier <br />with the heavy cotton wicks. Perhaps the next wicking made in this way <br />will have to be plied to thicken it up. It's all a learning process.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><div>It's here that we can quote Susan Blunt, a woman who recalled her 18th century mother dipping candles:</div><div>"Mother used to dip candles in the fall, enough to last all winter. When a beef was killed in the fall, she would use all the tallow for candles. On the evening before, we would help her prepare the wicks. The boys would cut a lot of rods and she would cut the wicks the length of a candle and then string them on the rods.</div><div>In the morning she would commence with her day's work.”</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaQF3JXbqBWZUnJVDeoaY6CBrka8r1y6TcCEg4mnMdGnllZG-lVgm05EurpLtUZsqERy_oYh9va4JEGFL1nUdQSTiKFpGwF5Xd_TeX3mqwbAHTLvyq6EnI2JZ9J4LTQqqNRRtPG2R_lsF6gMYH5OyaixY_TFTeG60_KvS4JbTkY9NVmhTnXOmJoim6Pw/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20026%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="459" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaQF3JXbqBWZUnJVDeoaY6CBrka8r1y6TcCEg4mnMdGnllZG-lVgm05EurpLtUZsqERy_oYh9va4JEGFL1nUdQSTiKFpGwF5Xd_TeX3mqwbAHTLvyq6EnI2JZ9J4LTQqqNRRtPG2R_lsF6gMYH5OyaixY_TFTeG60_KvS4JbTkY9NVmhTnXOmJoim6Pw/w690-h459/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20026%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" width="690" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">My candle-making set up.<br /><span style="text-align: left;">I use my reenacting cast iron cooking utensils to hold my larger kettle, <br />allowing me to slide the pot along the cross bar from the center heat to the cooler <br />sides to help maintain the correct temperature and prevent the pot filled with <br />melted beeswax from getting too hot.</span><br />Ah! Fall!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>Of course, farms would also have bee hives on their property and, thus, be able to obtain the wax from the hive. Where tallow had a pungent odor, beeswax had more of a sweet smell.</div><div>Either way, both types were popular in the 18th century.</div><div>All of this, along with the fruits & vegetables in the cold room, would have helped to sustain the family over the coming winter and spring seasons. The cellar would now have its "winter smell of apples and preserves," and the aroma in the living area would have the mixture of sweet beeswax and the more pungent tallow odors of the freshly dipped candles.</div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVN6abQyQRDjjZOCOpTXU5WwxRITob2ricRMrbG3i6-kR5ZBwuZv8aIkn1BtcqOLbC6U7mTYjKdAJbsxBEoB2gvKrqYdmU-30RX2kPYj-uZnD3-ZDampLQDgSknm67MX5HEr1n4-LFjnFzQMyNxbvM1SCEF9GZPepPQ5QZHNYPKLBRmnmAUEiufAN5Fw/s1280/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20034%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="1280" height="517" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVN6abQyQRDjjZOCOpTXU5WwxRITob2ricRMrbG3i6-kR5ZBwuZv8aIkn1BtcqOLbC6U7mTYjKdAJbsxBEoB2gvKrqYdmU-30RX2kPYj-uZnD3-ZDampLQDgSknm67MX5HEr1n4-LFjnFzQMyNxbvM1SCEF9GZPepPQ5QZHNYPKLBRmnmAUEiufAN5Fw/w689-h517/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20034%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" width="689" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The pot was not large enough for the twenty pound brick of pure beeswax, so I had to cut it in half. The saw was slow-going. However, an axe was found in the cabin and that worked out much quicker and easier.<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div>Susan Blunt continues: <i>"In the morning</i> (mother) <i>would commence her day's work. She would dip each one in the hot tallow and straighten out the wicks so the candles would be straight when they were finished. By raising the candles </i>(out of the kettle)<i> at just the right speed and working on a day with a moderate temperature, the fine quality of the candles would be assured. The candles would be cooled overnight and the bottom ends cut off neatly. The finished candles were packed away in a mouse-proof container for safe storage."</i></div><div><div>And the diary of Martha Ballard tells us:</div><div>November 5, 1787</div><div><i>"Clear & pleast. I Came from mr Fosters. we made 25 Dozn of Candles."</i></div><div>Twenty five dozen - that's 300 candles in one day! </div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT9sYrC9ue2KghpohFtcnzTZ9_DSihVY0LNVIJxr4fcdkXJLvZZ5PJIyLj7H7D6lzRWFavabhYOJoLiXWK1MSNPgOlFFdDL8FqpLdDNbTszTbIWqUP1BrLPM4SgrA44vZwyULTv1DsoNstFkqGvS9kfIKD9DGc9wHjPIktycrDmlLD0u0-kCiQw7hzEg/s901/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20012%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="901" data-original-width="676" height="661" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT9sYrC9ue2KghpohFtcnzTZ9_DSihVY0LNVIJxr4fcdkXJLvZZ5PJIyLj7H7D6lzRWFavabhYOJoLiXWK1MSNPgOlFFdDL8FqpLdDNbTszTbIWqUP1BrLPM4SgrA44vZwyULTv1DsoNstFkqGvS9kfIKD9DGc9wHjPIktycrDmlLD0u0-kCiQw7hzEg/w496-h661/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20012%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" width="496" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Some of the candles weren't tied tight enough to the sticks<b>/</b>rods, <br />so for those that came off, I dipped individually.<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div>I originally hoped to do tallow candles, as they were more common for folk like us back in 1773. However, with tallow candles I need a lot more beef fat to dip than what I had. Also, with tallow, the candles need to be burned not long after dipping and drying - it's animal fat, and it begins to rot and stink pretty fast. So I plan to tallow dip at my house sometime and have a separate pot for it. I may also try to mix the beeswax and the tallow together, as has been suggested to me. Again, I will experiment at home first to see how it turns out.</div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWuQD5-uVYf5LaPxnTqm7_vrOtOUh0TpOnO_7lQIvrmkACJejM-ktBZeE7WF3vgfK4Dvq_w_tuCAvv7wLeXpVGSEYW-Ah9-duAMFsjtkUHsltWv8wq11g8ECroyniF9JTYFOIpTWwdmfYphvIp8Rblu7Ip6v75kBF8Ix4waMz7-Pq6nzVBkpKCsPKtHA/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20013%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWuQD5-uVYf5LaPxnTqm7_vrOtOUh0TpOnO_7lQIvrmkACJejM-ktBZeE7WF3vgfK4Dvq_w_tuCAvv7wLeXpVGSEYW-Ah9-duAMFsjtkUHsltWv8wq11g8ECroyniF9JTYFOIpTWwdmfYphvIp8Rblu7Ip6v75kBF8Ix4waMz7-Pq6nzVBkpKCsPKtHA/w688-h458/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20013%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Wax on the fingers!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">One lesson I learned about candle comparisons: the 12" long tapered candles I used to buy at the local party store will burn nearly three to four times as fast as one 6" to 7" homemade beeswax candle.</div></div></div><div>Tom Redd, a Materials Analyst for the Foundation in Colonial Williamsburg, noted: “Let us imagine we have four candles, and each one is about three-quarters of an inch in diameter and they are all about 10 inches long. They are in a room where the air is still. A candle well-made of the best tallow might burn two hours. A bayberry candle might last eight, while a beeswax candle may burn for 10 hours. The finest candle, imported from New England, would have been made of spermaceti wax. Spermaceti is taken from the head of the sperm whale. The spermaceti candle might last 12 hours or more, and burn with a brighter light.” </div><div>A key factor that many modern candle dippers either do not know, forget, or don't care if they're using pure beeswax is that you need to allow them to cure for at least four to six months - longer, if you can. I let my freshly dipped candles cure for a year.</div></div></div></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOdNnSTOKkJCEpZyCuEGFN6wihrdED9SM-wzwQGHTJyXf-Nth9P1JAIuJcvValtO8KdjkTVw4QGpZegxscAQILer5iQe1yiTsM5Uoq3hoALyA5wC-aki9cjEsGPeqHWFb-wQJrgPM46vGsyn0bguMRvGez-k9BpR-9hZTyvdk24E2JnSPCpHhz_flBGQ/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20008%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="459" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOdNnSTOKkJCEpZyCuEGFN6wihrdED9SM-wzwQGHTJyXf-Nth9P1JAIuJcvValtO8KdjkTVw4QGpZegxscAQILer5iQe1yiTsM5Uoq3hoALyA5wC-aki9cjEsGPeqHWFb-wQJrgPM46vGsyn0bguMRvGez-k9BpR-9hZTyvdk24E2JnSPCpHhz_flBGQ/w689-h459/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20008%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" width="689" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Though Larissa & Jackie came out to help with the candles every-so-often, <br />much of their time was spent preparing and cooking our meal.<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpN0QD8kTq0H6ZYU9ItEw0TMutHQUyodBvVD1BmA9pbIo7wSrJxHUXe3lgGOvfc03ruqFdLuVc-c9tBYvfCZQ9_dW3dES2qDqHMxV-qv8BikLyNR3ca5WBp-0nXbw9SZBpk8QtNT7tu08TWsxtK2t0RprMPJNfpI9KBGnkuKbKhYsuJ3m-poU24l8smw/s1500/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20028%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="732" data-original-width="1500" height="335" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpN0QD8kTq0H6ZYU9ItEw0TMutHQUyodBvVD1BmA9pbIo7wSrJxHUXe3lgGOvfc03ruqFdLuVc-c9tBYvfCZQ9_dW3dES2qDqHMxV-qv8BikLyNR3ca5WBp-0nXbw9SZBpk8QtNT7tu08TWsxtK2t0RprMPJNfpI9KBGnkuKbKhYsuJ3m-poU24l8smw/w687-h335/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20028%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" width="687" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Larissa & Charlotte working on candles.<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>The hearth where the food was cooked during colonial times was the heart of the home, and the colonial women who spent their time at the kitchen hearth were nothing short of culinary geniuses. </div><div><div>Here is a diary entry from Mary Cooper, Long Island farm wife, who wrote on September 17, 1769: <i>"Sabbath. A fair day but the wind north east still. O alas, I am more distrest than ever. I have dinner to get and nothing in the house to cook. My company will not go to meeten. Dirty and distresed. I set my self to make some thing out of littel on."</i></div><div>Unfortunately, she does not tell us what she made, but if anyone knew how to <i>"make some thing out of littel on,"</i> a colonial woman would. </div></div><div><br /></div>Speaking of which...<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZiUTVD12qs_WA9HQTmZstndAaxH-dN-QdB0MXrRxQDdoAlIoA4wX6SKVz1XJe3jyRP1XtBsXPSQw-oEUXt3p8AxftLzgvMokE8vMcdGn9Q63iP4oQQjvMDJR_yGWjLKXG0ViSNk4XLxIahT1p6gJ8x-VqnX3Z-UCttFaULrmK1Zy4qtFpfXy2UpXxuA/s840/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20030%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="735" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZiUTVD12qs_WA9HQTmZstndAaxH-dN-QdB0MXrRxQDdoAlIoA4wX6SKVz1XJe3jyRP1XtBsXPSQw-oEUXt3p8AxftLzgvMokE8vMcdGn9Q63iP4oQQjvMDJR_yGWjLKXG0ViSNk4XLxIahT1p6gJ8x-VqnX3Z-UCttFaULrmK1Zy4qtFpfXy2UpXxuA/w489-h735/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20030%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" width="489" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>I brought along a couple pumpkins that my wife grew in <br />our home garden. That's when Charlotte got a grand idea...</span> </span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><div><span style="text-align: center;">If you recall my post a few weeks back about Pioneer Day, we saw </span>Susan Dewey, a tribal member of the Sault Ste. Marie band of Chippewas, demonstrate as a native woman of the mid-18th century (1750-1770s) cooking native foods, such as a sweet pumpkin in the ground.</div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA_P9ACCyoJS9v8QYXnCkTSR6A_u1ScgknHu-rWjzjx0CFGmhyPWKDeWpjxt5beUi2CYFj84po-6WuiuCgbHgD-tpx398mcC_DB2uFT_S7uuW0H1HUEaVRqVR5ivkgf13vsVtWentU36pK1nnnsWSwOaJiC-Ln0PTd0RdK0DneWQWyPx8bd0yQ5jkPAQ/s840/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20009%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA_P9ACCyoJS9v8QYXnCkTSR6A_u1ScgknHu-rWjzjx0CFGmhyPWKDeWpjxt5beUi2CYFj84po-6WuiuCgbHgD-tpx398mcC_DB2uFT_S7uuW0H1HUEaVRqVR5ivkgf13vsVtWentU36pK1nnnsWSwOaJiC-Ln0PTd0RdK0DneWQWyPx8bd0yQ5jkPAQ/w426-h640/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20009%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" width="426" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">So, using the fire I built for the candles, <br />Charlotte set the pumpkin at the edge.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ0RXU6hP4ASSxHx5kNTDf8U-8bo-VeAGej4Q7KUbCNaRx2UM9VbmpHJ3pCH6tSLj65S72JvFxgz4F0aegR68Ray1hl9p9Oc_EeyhBB0XYJPy-Xqqfl6DbzUVWjqqVonXxC73SIt9HI3SbxekQKwrib35niOx5X69Ervx3PBmLYJD-ZaKj-tP8i3G48Q/s800/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20031%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="738" data-original-width="800" height="630" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ0RXU6hP4ASSxHx5kNTDf8U-8bo-VeAGej4Q7KUbCNaRx2UM9VbmpHJ3pCH6tSLj65S72JvFxgz4F0aegR68Ray1hl9p9Oc_EeyhBB0XYJPy-Xqqfl6DbzUVWjqqVonXxC73SIt9HI3SbxekQKwrib35niOx5X69Ervx3PBmLYJD-ZaKj-tP8i3G48Q/w684-h630/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20031%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" width="684" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And it turned out <i>so good!</i><br />Experiencing other's research<i><b>~</b></i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div>Originally we planned to have a "pompkin" pie made in the traditional "Mount Vernon" manner, with a recipe given to us from a very special (and kind) lady. Unfortunately, 'twas not to be...<i>this</i> time. However, there are future-past plans to do so.</div><div>So my wife, Patty, baked a pumpkin pie made from pumpkins she grew in our tiny backyard. Charlotte said it tasted like "it came from the farm."</div><div>That is a high compliment, for everything was made from scratch.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOwkW_TsBTSLvU2m4ZKtVRk9lV3rIeVPR_jMH9mxskxzRmQjpfw46Owra_3QRlELxgcCrrc6AGRFBvmBrN6dNZRESEpcm9KUzpS5FcBLPATNRqWEfxh3dhcNwdZc3_eATI5mLGNJMAnYiyBEqZkpR-Ht7RkTjRkNQnVvRgq_yfpi6qAXYX1hL6m7chpA/s840/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20032%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="750" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOwkW_TsBTSLvU2m4ZKtVRk9lV3rIeVPR_jMH9mxskxzRmQjpfw46Owra_3QRlELxgcCrrc6AGRFBvmBrN6dNZRESEpcm9KUzpS5FcBLPATNRqWEfxh3dhcNwdZc3_eATI5mLGNJMAnYiyBEqZkpR-Ht7RkTjRkNQnVvRgq_yfpi6qAXYX1hL6m7chpA/w499-h750/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20032%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" width="499" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The other home-grown pumpkin was just not quite ready yet - <br />still green but turning orange.<br />Then there's the pumpkin pie setting there on the table. <br />So good!.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcxI2LUOkprjPN96_nJ3Ygd0Ejt8gT6SEU2ZITjigDFxt0PvXixxEkaL7bGSY2RQ-b2y9_6LYYKtKPElVhyphenhyphencquTVIItBr7y4bJqa6DonxOC-2LipFgBb5aMk_EN5mYv4QQ_DHE-fDRbK3WpyuJ5XRv3aatx9AVl9wpB0oeIPaI_OYWoT90c0nSaqj0nA/s840/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20029%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="701" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcxI2LUOkprjPN96_nJ3Ygd0Ejt8gT6SEU2ZITjigDFxt0PvXixxEkaL7bGSY2RQ-b2y9_6LYYKtKPElVhyphenhyphencquTVIItBr7y4bJqa6DonxOC-2LipFgBb5aMk_EN5mYv4QQ_DHE-fDRbK3WpyuJ5XRv3aatx9AVl9wpB0oeIPaI_OYWoT90c0nSaqj0nA/w467-h701/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20029%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" width="467" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I did bring my gun in hopes of doing some shooting, <br />but it didn't work out this time.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVDZAa0bnft6C_3NwWMgZibXqF2hhOkIIuii14g4XOchyW0e4vXFWRgxlW2iG1LomfHwjCRoqk7j9S3qtIlqxeXf9gB27SDhi8YKNJIozHmIiIvajET5x4Bkft3z7o1fW-_38F5h_3CZUgfSf3roJwiR-5W0a9bc1SPmKhKQWORThQI1P16pAWjdYyVg/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20010%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="455" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVDZAa0bnft6C_3NwWMgZibXqF2hhOkIIuii14g4XOchyW0e4vXFWRgxlW2iG1LomfHwjCRoqk7j9S3qtIlqxeXf9gB27SDhi8YKNJIozHmIiIvajET5x4Bkft3z7o1fW-_38F5h_3CZUgfSf3roJwiR-5W0a9bc1SPmKhKQWORThQI1P16pAWjdYyVg/w684-h455/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20010%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" width="684" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The chicken roasting in the reflector oven.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><div><div>By the end of the 18th century, more and more households were equipped with tin kitchens<b>/</b>reflector ovens for roasting. The cook put the fowl or meat inside and would turn it so the open side would face the fire, using the small door in the back to baste and check on the food.</div></div><div>In my culinary historical research, one of the things that has noticeably changed in recent times is how much actual time is spent in the kitchen today by modern cooks. With "innovations" such as microwaves, frozen "tv" dinners, pre-packaged foods, and fast food restaurants, the time and energy spent in this oh-so-important room is nowhere near what our ancestors did for food preparation.</div><div>Pride in cooking seems to have gone out the window as well.</div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoMZV5aMjPVCl4txKlizOwn4ruJyljOSBkk5BeSYnQoygR6ettwnwu3jDv5fSuc9o3CzsBjimEmeKN9cYvu5OK3oXLvTSKbD1oVzoHtMZzLdy06ryRhslN_VNfYseTvHKQUgK_uN8bhcS3YKpXz6V8B2fzdLl6vZi8eOTTjC_p7qSzwJwNzwfVcANC_Q/s840/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20011%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoMZV5aMjPVCl4txKlizOwn4ruJyljOSBkk5BeSYnQoygR6ettwnwu3jDv5fSuc9o3CzsBjimEmeKN9cYvu5OK3oXLvTSKbD1oVzoHtMZzLdy06ryRhslN_VNfYseTvHKQUgK_uN8bhcS3YKpXz6V8B2fzdLl6vZi8eOTTjC_p7qSzwJwNzwfVcANC_Q/w426-h640/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20011%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" width="426" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The seeded oat bread Jackie made was excellent.</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>But we are no longer an agricultural nation; the cycle of domestic life, which was closely tied to the land and seasons, had little changed from the beginning of time until very recently in the timeline, for it hasn't been that long in comparison that a new world of technology of refrigeration, gas stoves, electric lighting, and home furnaces transformed the old world into one where times of the seasons mean little. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitsuTXaEL1ALF03i_koZLIYL5oOT3cw9hT-EwuKAAU6YusxMP1ZpcHaM8G1DIWppityomF8rzdmkaxz9_fv03DLgKlueyN6Ord4dIRmX3Ujbf8kRpU4mRNXRN46JcxkGlFe8Av0sYKJq0aoIWrcRSoSJTJ0mkEcO0ipv9vPjH0fJ8wKUdAWVzO7er5VQ/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20014%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="461" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitsuTXaEL1ALF03i_koZLIYL5oOT3cw9hT-EwuKAAU6YusxMP1ZpcHaM8G1DIWppityomF8rzdmkaxz9_fv03DLgKlueyN6Ord4dIRmX3Ujbf8kRpU4mRNXRN46JcxkGlFe8Av0sYKJq0aoIWrcRSoSJTJ0mkEcO0ipv9vPjH0fJ8wKUdAWVzO7er5VQ/w692-h461/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20014%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" width="692" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Larissa has cooked on four different hearths, now. She is very well versed on hearth cooking, and it is interesting to hear her speak of the differences between them - <br />the good and the not-so-good.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><div><i>Running a kitchen really did require a staggering range of skills, including chopping kindling, keeping a fire burning indefinitely, knowing which wood was best for baking or frying, plucking feathers from fowl, butchering animals large and small, cosseting (caring for) bread yeast, brewing beer, making cheese, adjusting 'burners' of coals on a hearth and gauging the temperature of a bake oven. In fact, the colonial cook would have to begin their work by "building a good-sized fire on the hearth, but once the logs had burned to coals, the embers were moved around, and carefully selected pieces of wood would be added to produce different kinds of heat, often having several small fires going at once. Piles of live embers on the hearth were like burners on a stove; a gridiron set over a pile of coals could be used for broiling; a pan set over coals on a trivet could be used for frying; and coals could be piled over and under a Dutch oven for baking." </i></div><div>(From the book <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Americas-Kitchens-Nancy-Carlisle/dp/0884483088/ref=sr_1_1?crid=1D3UD1OVYZ6RX&keywords=America%27s+Kitchens+by+Nancy+Carlisle&qid=1699239774&s=books&sprefix=america%27s+kitchens+by+nancy+carlisle%2Cstripbooks%2C86&sr=1-1&ufe=app_do%3Aamzn1.fos.006c50ae-5d4c-4777-9bc0-4513d670b6bc">America's Kitchens</a> by Nancy Carlisle and Melinda Talbot Nasardinov).</div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFte91EX33IlLbidnLIY0Xu6SvQM_Aa1nogOoiltvtTkd3wytM-SEv8bmIfOIh_vldg0Y-iQogq_6jkgXD5dSILUSeEyLgjO0Yf3s9tu440dSTKnciSYGDp8j9rrdD2Jb4RBuF-lfikGzfofwWif2xQLrum3uh7yr-5UUzKFWWMxsNTm4TgPG0nFk22Q/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20042%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFte91EX33IlLbidnLIY0Xu6SvQM_Aa1nogOoiltvtTkd3wytM-SEv8bmIfOIh_vldg0Y-iQogq_6jkgXD5dSILUSeEyLgjO0Yf3s9tu440dSTKnciSYGDp8j9rrdD2Jb4RBuF-lfikGzfofwWif2xQLrum3uh7yr-5UUzKFWWMxsNTm4TgPG0nFk22Q/w640-h426/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20042%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Our home~</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>For our harvest feast:</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1ghfagGlPKFdBkNl2e8dVdXGeGqfkKVMervmyAk3ENt21ZQp9kwhPkYQWTTDwUix4cd8bWOJAPgvjN-atvTUROqBv6a0vSxljbkrd5qgMdZuPw15rydN2906CoEJ_p9qBJZysiKNbrEFogYSoxecjInoZqovxDfLQn4orcCLqWiCYhDw2PtDwAqAcYw/s840/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20015%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1ghfagGlPKFdBkNl2e8dVdXGeGqfkKVMervmyAk3ENt21ZQp9kwhPkYQWTTDwUix4cd8bWOJAPgvjN-atvTUROqBv6a0vSxljbkrd5qgMdZuPw15rydN2906CoEJ_p9qBJZysiKNbrEFogYSoxecjInoZqovxDfLQn4orcCLqWiCYhDw2PtDwAqAcYw/w426-h640/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20015%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" width="426" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Just look at the bird and the stuffing!</span></td></tr></tbody></table>We ate a true harvest meal - and it was as good as I would have hoped it to be!<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSqieP08SghP-ciB2aCBvQNX6oqEya43CEdjsQ7oeUY1-GqvbQGle24fulqUqMUcX4JS2SyGIdaX7_telvzfc-1XoRZZEvtXbrE1a7d2a8fLMIrdV_iRMN5Gj56yPn5PvwnTBfGf-XnSM2uXz2U7nleFcZULscbvE1lBrWCWfJqSNDwC_KUgwHJ1go-g/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20016%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="456" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSqieP08SghP-ciB2aCBvQNX6oqEya43CEdjsQ7oeUY1-GqvbQGle24fulqUqMUcX4JS2SyGIdaX7_telvzfc-1XoRZZEvtXbrE1a7d2a8fLMIrdV_iRMN5Gj56yPn5PvwnTBfGf-XnSM2uXz2U7nleFcZULscbvE1lBrWCWfJqSNDwC_KUgwHJ1go-g/w686-h456/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20016%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" width="686" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large; text-align: left;">Enjoying our harvest 1773 celebration meal: chicken, stuffing, mashed potatoes, parsnips, bread (all cooked over an open hearth), and a pumpkin squash baked in the fire outside from a recipe shared by a native American...plus beets! - and cider to wash it down - plus a pumpkin pie - - -a true harvest feast created by these wonderful ladies!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>The celebration of Thanksgiving over the course of the 18th century evolved into a holiday celebrated from fasting and prayer to gathering around the dinner table. But the root of our American Thanksgiving holiday was giving thanks to God for the bounty He gives - harvest time.</div><div>The harvest celebrations took place throughout the harvest season - August 1st (<a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2022/08/lammas-day-beginning-of-harvest-and.html">Lammas Day</a>) through early December (depending on where one lived). And a harvest feast could occur whenever the crop was brought in by a community or even a family.</div><div>That's what we did on this day. And with us "living out on the frontier," we celebrated when our main crops were in.</div><div>Yes, I suppose it could be called a Thanksgiving, but it was more of our Harvest Celebration. The 1st Thanksgiving Proclamation occurred on November 1, 1777, but it was not a Federal Holiday - that would not come until 1863.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsUmBVYJNKJCqa4O3fBiQSJFVfkC7As-aQCeWJqF5KK182YS_qGbHwmXXI7Huwj3JqM7asd0arJ79QNBQNiIM56ndY6i6HBzXrrXu3e8osx2pca_ZvPBkCZ3hCDHr7uJcMoGmRroh2aCpd0MJHc4m6qmHQobzAHpWYthyDBP3JMhdBbIP_3iBKwyOlyA/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20041%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="457" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsUmBVYJNKJCqa4O3fBiQSJFVfkC7As-aQCeWJqF5KK182YS_qGbHwmXXI7Huwj3JqM7asd0arJ79QNBQNiIM56ndY6i6HBzXrrXu3e8osx2pca_ZvPBkCZ3hCDHr7uJcMoGmRroh2aCpd0MJHc4m6qmHQobzAHpWYthyDBP3JMhdBbIP_3iBKwyOlyA/w687-h457/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20041%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" width="687" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">You see everything but the beets here.</span><br /><span style="font-size: medium;">Yes, we did eat as our colonial ancestors did, with the knife.</span><br /><span style="font-size: medium;">Happy Harvest!</span><br />(It was hinted that my plate does not pass "muster" so I have one coming that was<br />replicated from an original. You'll see it next cabin day - - stepping <i>up our game</i>)~</td></tr></tbody></table><div>As head of the household, I read the following from the 1789 U. S. Book of Common Prayer for our before meal Grace:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>O MOST merciful Father, who of thy gracious goodness hast heard the devout prayers of thy Church, and turned our dearth and scarcity into plenty; We give thee humble thanks for this thy special bounty; beseeching thee to continue thy loving-kindness unto us, that our land may yield us her fruits of increase, to thy glory and our comfort; through Jesus Christ our Lord. </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Amen.</i></div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwT0Spjt1yxWZ7EbE11Rp8PukvZRjeBEjPd1jugtAbyVXuu02IOTVoI6l3gq_62bu0s0typr2gkrTjMcDjY6obWjTAlYhYeJIFsVi1amk7NYFcXd5ZKl7TQox6T5Z_GinibyMrbn0FWi8-5LEsHjmw-l5eY-YrClqv3wdy0N0Ro7rO6aUaBGYLFq7QsQ/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20017%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="457" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwT0Spjt1yxWZ7EbE11Rp8PukvZRjeBEjPd1jugtAbyVXuu02IOTVoI6l3gq_62bu0s0typr2gkrTjMcDjY6obWjTAlYhYeJIFsVi1amk7NYFcXd5ZKl7TQox6T5Z_GinibyMrbn0FWi8-5LEsHjmw-l5eY-YrClqv3wdy0N0Ro7rO6aUaBGYLFq7QsQ/w687-h457/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20017%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" width="687" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>About five o clock,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>the warm November day</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>just stops...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>...over ragged black woods</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>the orange sun</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>lingers~</i></span></div></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div>We did not rise from the table until it was late in the day, and when the dishes had been cleared away we all got around the fire as close as we could. A couple candles were lit as well - hey! It's a harvest holiday! We're allowed! Someone hinted that this is what we would've done if we were actually in 1773 (no, we do not do<b>/</b>attempt 1st person at these cabin excursions, for the manner in which folks spoke in the 18th century was almost like a foreign language). But rather than Bible read, spin on a wheel, sing songs, or other evening activities of the day, we, instead, spoke on history; about the differing hearths Larissa has cooked upon and what makes them good or not as good as they should be, on our favorite open-air museum Greenfield Village, and a variety of other historical subjects, mostly pertaining to our own "past" adventures. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkPPqo_JsTacxcVYSPCZjA5HQKubdA2dviKgZpjOzlEfvdjiFtcWO4pyiWMQITvMt1VRLioNFv4bXpf84kXgp0-fS2y-VQjmrrJT8fje_YTpocWgRCPAdlIx-zzHZoFTuWfEDdu85s6GKLoUQPnQCvN6Jo4K0KkBzjdMEs18msg6RFxwhIyAiflYST0Q/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20018%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="460" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkPPqo_JsTacxcVYSPCZjA5HQKubdA2dviKgZpjOzlEfvdjiFtcWO4pyiWMQITvMt1VRLioNFv4bXpf84kXgp0-fS2y-VQjmrrJT8fje_YTpocWgRCPAdlIx-zzHZoFTuWfEDdu85s6GKLoUQPnQCvN6Jo4K0KkBzjdMEs18msg6RFxwhIyAiflYST0Q/w691-h460/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20018%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" width="691" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The fire gave off a pleasing glow.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><i>"Possibly as a result of long dependence upon strong electric lighting, we seem to have much poorer night vision today than the average man had a century or two ago,"</i> wrote historian Eric Sloane in his Seasons of America Past book.</div><div><br /></div><div>As the sun lowered, I took a walk around the cabin to snatch a few window pictures.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkdg_8Hp5D1JEaU6LmiAPFLQR-lt7FwS6-U98IJe6NjSgJJXfG-tPEq7NQbxT1p-985gjKV1OqwJuCVtl7mrmKTy8TyRYVvTXb9m_0U3fiuLaVPSPViSb-EREoYiKdOVyG6RyI9v3TTSq-H-2cG0lkhDoki7vTG4haKDKqramVg2hAj8QHpq4gpu-Ilw/s1491/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20021%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="796" data-original-width="1491" height="369" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkdg_8Hp5D1JEaU6LmiAPFLQR-lt7FwS6-U98IJe6NjSgJJXfG-tPEq7NQbxT1p-985gjKV1OqwJuCVtl7mrmKTy8TyRYVvTXb9m_0U3fiuLaVPSPViSb-EREoYiKdOVyG6RyI9v3TTSq-H-2cG0lkhDoki7vTG4haKDKqramVg2hAj8QHpq4gpu-Ilw/w690-h369/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20021%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" width="690" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">It was actually darker than the pictures show; my camera has a tendency to gather <br />every snippet of light to create a brighter photo.<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6GyXMskB6Gag1X-Vb2hj5ofW8ax1CvUL93cKmWS2p1rG6yna4GO1zIAIf54UxEzrwBc9GQQyz-YJEF_WEv6R9FbwH5tin70kM0ZRzzY_tatifSh0Oq7C9OdnQ49dZ7FWsAiGjQAWsEH_DOrwjMjSNx0Etf4SXSnd8g3XvrHeTLy_D3K2QwnoHA4TR_A/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20039%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="455" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6GyXMskB6Gag1X-Vb2hj5ofW8ax1CvUL93cKmWS2p1rG6yna4GO1zIAIf54UxEzrwBc9GQQyz-YJEF_WEv6R9FbwH5tin70kM0ZRzzY_tatifSh0Oq7C9OdnQ49dZ7FWsAiGjQAWsEH_DOrwjMjSNx0Etf4SXSnd8g3XvrHeTLy_D3K2QwnoHA4TR_A/w683-h455/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20039%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" width="683" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I like window shots - take a look inside~<br />(of course, cabins oftentimes did not have windows,<br />and if they did, in many cases, there would have been greased (or oiled) paper <br />rather than breakable and expensive glass covering the panes)</span></td></tr></tbody></table></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>With an electric light not even a thought, much less a reality in the colonial times, a dim visual world began where life centered around the flicker of a candle and, in cooler weather, the warming flames of a hearth. This low level of lighting created only pockets of brightness, leaving most of the room in darkness. Forget about the Hollywood movies showing people enjoying a pleasant eve after sundown reading or writing by candlelight, yet the room is bright.</div><div>That just was not the case.<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8FsKpQlKDghOwNzD7Z5LAKe9x7FSXveuplApz-bRXItZVFV7s3MjqegVGWj7JwhQonWbhZjEG6tkvlh3HN8ETlf6unYx7r-ijuLShbteGzCUx36BuW5k95mGV7NuaFg73MJ6JR1-FabSCpP-Wv1JcSddLMA-7IKITIWGaNCmAwWbb1i-HSE9cblUJag/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20019%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="880" data-original-width="1200" height="504" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8FsKpQlKDghOwNzD7Z5LAKe9x7FSXveuplApz-bRXItZVFV7s3MjqegVGWj7JwhQonWbhZjEG6tkvlh3HN8ETlf6unYx7r-ijuLShbteGzCUx36BuW5k95mGV7NuaFg73MJ6JR1-FabSCpP-Wv1JcSddLMA-7IKITIWGaNCmAwWbb1i-HSE9cblUJag/w686-h504/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20019%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" width="686" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: left;">A quote I repeat often (from Old Sturbridge Village) is </span><i style="text-align: left;">"If the only light and heat comes from candles and fireplaces because of a power outage at your house, it is frustrating and annoying - but when it comes in the form of intimate tours of a </i><span style="text-align: left;">(historical)</span><i style="text-align: left;"> village, it is charming and peaceful."</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>And it is never more true than during what we experienced here.</div><div>The day's temperature was tepid for early November - mid 50s - but as the sun began to set, the numbers lowered to where the heat coming from the fireplace gave us a, what I call, historical warmth, meaning exactly what the Old Sturbridge Village quote says. Again, it's this sort of experience that helps us to <i>build up the empathy muscle </i>by <i>putting ourselves in their place</i>.</div><div>This was as perfect as the image here shows.</div>However, just because the sun went down did not mean the people went to bed; this was their time for reading, writing letters, filling out a ledger, writing in a diary, sewing, mending, spinning, and other necessities, as well as also socializing and speaking of the day's events, storytelling, games, the bible recitations & family history lore, and other ways to pass the time. </div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSpWkmCe2I200bLj2FQ8ftWVG6fW6qPNrnlaVj0JJtowQ_0n_7Sf2l_TgojeiT3LORhxxOnIUJLtb0JL6z-aXT0pyJGdFq-aLKBDd9EH4E-aPIljO3DDAVzhSa_-34A4yOVguw9A88uGujvvRC0pJJar8tNANCxy2yprnK4d2baD3bDOjgkgSi9iiFPA/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20020%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="461" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSpWkmCe2I200bLj2FQ8ftWVG6fW6qPNrnlaVj0JJtowQ_0n_7Sf2l_TgojeiT3LORhxxOnIUJLtb0JL6z-aXT0pyJGdFq-aLKBDd9EH4E-aPIljO3DDAVzhSa_-34A4yOVguw9A88uGujvvRC0pJJar8tNANCxy2yprnK4d2baD3bDOjgkgSi9iiFPA/w693-h461/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20020%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" width="693" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">One of the best pictures of the night, showing the four of us gathered in the dim light of three candles and a fireplace hearth. Now, back in the 1770s we would not have normally had three candles burning along with a fire in the fireplace. But this was a harvest celebration - a Thanksgiving of sorts - so we made an exception and splurged a little.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>Our ancestors did live in darker times, as we in the modern day find out when a power outage strikes; we are so used to having bright electric lights, day or night, that sometimes even sunlight coming through a window isn't bright enough for some - they'll still turn on their electric light. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7T9DkxbBJxRoLFchT53i9LSHYe0s5AMpUwJu5Xa4b0WCtVKAeN7aB3UKNKpWzH5G-dcDmNdmKH7lVC7UjZdS2YaVycF_ghabFwf9A2QWJKnuKwJCkpygZAVpaXFFVJk2KWns8VV0oOyqvnrhIlagsU5zTTD2OPCEXq7BiNPfO1de0ZSNqh9RD4qg2fw/s819/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20022%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="819" data-original-width="573" height="777" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7T9DkxbBJxRoLFchT53i9LSHYe0s5AMpUwJu5Xa4b0WCtVKAeN7aB3UKNKpWzH5G-dcDmNdmKH7lVC7UjZdS2YaVycF_ghabFwf9A2QWJKnuKwJCkpygZAVpaXFFVJk2KWns8VV0oOyqvnrhIlagsU5zTTD2OPCEXq7BiNPfO1de0ZSNqh9RD4qg2fw/w544-h777/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20022%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" width="544" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Larissa took this selfie of us - this could just be the picture of the day!<br />I grabbed the candle and antique candlestick to add to the ambience.<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><div>It seems that we turned the clocks back to standard time a day and about 250 years early - we spent this day in autumn 1773 celebrating harvest time by making candles and enjoying a splendid repast of a harvest meal - it was all was sooo good! And we stayed into the darkness of the evening - - 'twas an awesome day with awesome people living history...</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBoue4qqq8n-TT6HIyzc4PZW9WAMtOiYo6oiKTIn5mpsayeHLRCg-tkCk4LpE6Ol_Q93KAMVIz701t1JCOmH_tdBnKKNecPotT5OJzYuv7LF-Gev1tMCPo3nS5SZ2GsK0S6ifrmPsAoLWRzfDY4Ti-JQc9puO_l2KtXp58j5RxGVKHID2tA9hNi7NSZA/s1082/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20024%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="811" data-original-width="1082" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBoue4qqq8n-TT6HIyzc4PZW9WAMtOiYo6oiKTIn5mpsayeHLRCg-tkCk4LpE6Ol_Q93KAMVIz701t1JCOmH_tdBnKKNecPotT5OJzYuv7LF-Gev1tMCPo3nS5SZ2GsK0S6ifrmPsAoLWRzfDY4Ti-JQc9puO_l2KtXp58j5RxGVKHID2tA9hNi7NSZA/w640-h480/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20024%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">One can never have too many candles.<br />The candles we made are now upon my table at my home.<br />It's not the 25 dozen that Martha Ballard made, I'll grant you that, but not too bad .</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Opinion on Living History:</b></div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg17ZFsxUkBN4GlelxthonOzJrR2nTzxsAPwlE-6v1IN1i7of-q9SCaIV5HgkD46SFwu9hH0EqTRI_uCSZ_lLsAKgzcdnRWgsDONCFv3x4zy8N0fnUJz7_jZHV0VoQHSGBXfeQotLu8LI1aQ8KrZ27Hg0pOuVjngDHcTb94Ezys1XOFvjekBcgl3VuFpw/s960/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20037%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="420" data-original-width="960" height="227" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg17ZFsxUkBN4GlelxthonOzJrR2nTzxsAPwlE-6v1IN1i7of-q9SCaIV5HgkD46SFwu9hH0EqTRI_uCSZ_lLsAKgzcdnRWgsDONCFv3x4zy8N0fnUJz7_jZHV0VoQHSGBXfeQotLu8LI1aQ8KrZ27Hg0pOuVjngDHcTb94Ezys1XOFvjekBcgl3VuFpw/w517-h227/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20037%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" width="517" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">England's <i>The Ragged Victorians - 'The great unwashed'</i></span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>I've noticed how many reenactors / living historians fawn over the awesome English living history group, <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2013/11/ragged-victorians-great-unwashed.html">The Ragged Victorians</a>. And rightfully so, for judging by their photos and commentary, they are excellent. </div><div>What gets my goat is when I hear so many - too many - in this hobby say dumb things such as, "I wish <i>we</i> could be that good!" or something along those lines. </div><div>Well, then, what's stopping you? Try harder! No excuse! </div><div>"But...well...no one else will...we're just not that good." </div><div>Bah! Get thee behind me!</div><div>The Ragged Victorians do research - deep research - and not just anyone can become a member of that top-notch group. They have a strict recruitment policy in place, "But that’s only to protect the high standards of what we’re trying to achieve and ensures the group’s harmonies are kept balanced," said one of the founders to me.</div><div>So why can't you do the same, either with your own group or solo, if you feel you are not up to their standards? Raise your own bar - it's as simple as that. And if anyone says, "Oh, you'll never be that good. We're just not that good - we don't have the people who care enough. We don't have it in us." Shrug them off, find people who have the same passion as you, research, and then set the bar...and raise it as you go along.</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I just cannot express the importance of a willing to learn, a willing to change, a questioning mind and the ability to <i>listen</i> to the response, and a willingness to accept and attempt to correct your mistakes. And to share your own knowledge with others. Have discussions.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">While this sounds simple, living history, filled with commitment and practice and study on the part of its practitioners, can be an amazing accomplishment. Also, remember: "Never say never, and never say always." Truer words have not been spoken in this hobby. History - all aspects - is not strictly black and white, but mostly gray. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp4OQeyaoMOMvRZ_Nmv4-w7SlucXGqOTgmAVplQEida8GP3Ao9JKBFemYGMMc1iOJywP9YXgK0vb_ylrtZ5XIQ0PHIxNLAgAXsIlIKLPeYPw8hYi4rM6GF982BxrOJHWuRQjP94jyfaB6Gfr8iRVOYquoyPbU8xZ9rWLrcEVl9mCirKs6zmewi4uKm7g/s960/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20038%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="960" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp4OQeyaoMOMvRZ_Nmv4-w7SlucXGqOTgmAVplQEida8GP3Ao9JKBFemYGMMc1iOJywP9YXgK0vb_ylrtZ5XIQ0PHIxNLAgAXsIlIKLPeYPw8hYi4rM6GF982BxrOJHWuRQjP94jyfaB6Gfr8iRVOYquoyPbU8xZ9rWLrcEVl9mCirKs6zmewi4uKm7g/w400-h400/q%202023%20-%2011-09%20038%20Waterloo%20Harvest.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">'ave 'n apple!<br />Slogger Rose - this is who I interviewed.</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><div>This is the road we, <i>the Colonial Cabin Crew, </i> are trying to follow as best we can. We keep our participant numbers at the cabin to a minimum to keep it real. We call each other out if standards we have set for ourselves are not met. And we don't place any one of us above or below each other - we all learn different things from each other. And if we disagree, we will do our own research for confirmation.</div><div>Yes, we're tough on ourselves and each other, but we want to be as right as we can be. We are not perfect, and don't claim to be, but we're working onward and upward. We want the standards of groups like the Ragged Victorians to be <i>our</i> standards as well.</div><div>I would like to see <i>all members</i> of Citizens of the American Colonies go down this same road: to bring history to life by living it. Whether we take a quick jaunt "dressed" to Greenfield Village or a private event such as what we do here at the cabin or at a bonafide reenactment. </div><div>One more thing - if you see it in the movies - <i>Hollywood History</i> - it is probably not quite right. </div><div>These are just my own thoughts and opinions...</div><div><br /></div><div>Until next time, see you in time. </div><div><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-weight: bold;">.</span><b> <span style="color: #fcff01;">.</span> <span style="color: #6aa84f;">.</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div><div><div><div>Celebrating and participating in a 1770s fall and harvest:</div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2020/11/a-day-in-life-spending-time-in-autumn.html">2020</a> - Our first colonial harvest at the cabin experience</div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2020/11/a-day-in-life-spending-time-in-autumn.html">2021</a> - The Colonial Cabin Crew dipping candles</div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2022/10/pioneer-day-at-waterloo-farm-and-cabin.html">2022</a> - Pioneer Day</div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/10/pioneer-day-at-waterloo-farm-cabin.html">2023</a> - Pioneer Day</div><div><br /></div><div><div>Celebrating and participating in an 1860s harvest:</div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2014/10/wolcott-mill-2014-harvest-home.html">2014</a> - Our first living history Harvest Home at Wolcott Mill!</div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2015/10/wolcott-mill-2015-celebrating-harvest.html">2015</a> - A mighty large group of participants at Wolcott Mill!</div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2016/10/wolcott-mill-harvest-thanksgiving.html">2016</a> - So many traditional activities at Wolcott Mill!</div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2017/10/presenting-victorian-harvest-2017.html">2017</a> - Held at Detroit's Historic Fort Wayne</div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2018/10/the-spirits-of-harvest-past-reenacting.html">2018</a> - And another at Fort Wayne</div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2019/10/an-1860s-harvest-in-armada-michigan-2019.html">2019</a> - Held at Armada</div></div><div><br /></div><div><div>Harvest celebrations at my home with my family & friends:</div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2016/10/the-past-meets-present-my-daughters.html">2016</a> - First time candle dipping at my home - my daughter & her friends</div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2017/10/fall-traditions-blending-now-with-then.html">2017</a> - Traditions with fall colors!</div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2018/11/do-people-still-celebrate-harvest-in.html">2018</a> - From Corn to Candles</div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2019/11/candle-dipping-2019but-with-historical.html">2019</a> - With grandkids!</div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2020/11/keeping-fall-traditions-alive-in-21st.html">2020</a> - Apples & Candles</div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2021/11/greenfield-village-2021-autumn-visits.html">2021</a> - I was pretty sick & didn't do much with family, but I did get some nice Village pictures</div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2022/10/times-past-and-times-present-2022.html">2022</a> - October - lots of fall activities, including Greenfield Village</div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2022/11/a-feast-of-friends-autumn-celebration.html">2022</a> - A Feast of Friends in November - colonial oriented</div></div><div><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div>Fall Harvest / Fall Flavors Weekends at Greenfield Village:</div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2012/10/autumn-food-pleasures-of-past.html">2012</a></div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2013/10/a-taste-of-history.html">2013</a></div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2013/09/a-fall-harvest-link-to-past.html">2013 (pt. 2)</a></div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2014/10/days-of-autumn-past-in-photos.html">2014</a></div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2014/10/a-celebration-of-autumn-past-in-video.html">2014 (pt. 2)</a></div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2015/10/colonial-ken-re-visits-greenfield.html">2015</a></div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2016/09/an-18th-century-fall-harvest-celebration.html">2016</a></div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2016/10/autumn-celebrations-then-now.html">2016 (pt. 2)</a></div><div><a href="https://civilwartalk.com/threads/folding-camp-chairs.22103/">2017</a> </div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2018/10/if-i-could-save-time-in-bottle.html">2018</a></div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2019/10/historical-harvest-food-at-greenfield.html">2019</a></div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2020/11/autumn-at-greenfield-village-2020.html">2020</a> was the beginning of the end; they had small doses of harvest/flavors, but the end was in sight.</div></div><div>2021</div><div>2022</div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/10/celebrating-autumn-harvest-at.html">2023</a></div><div><br /></div><div><div>Here are the links to all of our cabin day experiences (so far):</div><div><div>If you are interested in our other cabin excursions, please click the links below:</div><div><div><div><div>To read about our 2020 autumn excursion at the cabin, click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2020/11/a-day-in-life-spending-time-in-autumn.html">HERE</a></div><div>To read about our 2021 wintertime excursion at the cabin, click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2021/02/a-day-in-life-spending-time-in-winter.html">HERE</a></div>To read about our 2021 springtime excursion at the cabin, click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2021/05/a-day-in-life-spending-time-in-spring.html">HERE</a><br /><div>To read about our 2021 summertime excursion at the cabin, click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2021/08/a-day-in-life-spending-time-in-summer.html">HERE</a></div><div>To read about our 2021 summer harvesting of the flax at the cabin, click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2021/09/harvesting-flax-keeping-in-spirit-of.html">HERE</a></div><div>To read about our 2021 autumn excursion making candles at the cabin, click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2021/11/a-day-in-life-1771-candlemaking.html">HERE</a></div><div>To read about our 2022 winter excursion at the cabin, please click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2022/02/a-day-in-life-bitter-cold-winters-day.html">HERE</a></div></div><div>To read about our 2022 spring excursion at the cabin, please click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2022/05/a-day-in-life-living-history-on-spring.html">HERE</a></div></div><div>To read about our 2022 summer excursion at the cabin, please click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2022/08/a-day-in-life-spending-time-in-summer.html">HERE</a></div><div>To read about our 2022 autumn excursion at the cabin (Pioneer Day), please click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2022/10/pioneer-day-at-waterloo-farm-and-cabin.html">HERE</a></div></div><div>To read about our 2023 winter excursion at the cabin - Candlemas, please click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/02/experiencing-our-research-day-in-life.html">HERE</a></div><div>To read about our 2023 spring excursion at the cabin - Rogation Sunday, please click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/05/experiencing-our-research-spring-cabin.html">HERE</a></div><div>To read about our 2023 late spring - more planting at the cabin (& early farming history), click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/05/ancient-farming-in-bc-and-early-ad-eras.html">HERE</a></div><div>To read about the 2023 early summer weeding at the cabin (and a timeline event), please click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/06/a-weekend-in-past-weeding-garden-and.html">HERE</a></div></div></div><div>To read about the 2023 autumn Pioneer Day event we participated in, please click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/10/pioneer-day-at-waterloo-farm-cabin.html">HERE</a></div><div>~And that brings us up to today's post.</div></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div><br /></div><div><div><br /></div></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: medium;"><b>~</b></span><span style="color: #e69138;">~~~~</span><span style="color: red;">~~~~~</span>~~~<span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: medium;"><b>~~~~</b></span><span style="color: #e69138;"><span>~~</span><span>~~</span></span><b style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #b45f06;">~</span></b></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />Historical Kenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04979801752112100293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56451385109293718.post-9920754573021416592023-11-02T11:25:00.002-04:002023-11-02T11:25:39.591-04:00Hallowe'en at Greenfield Village...and At Home - 2023<div style="text-align: center;"><i> As you may have seen in a posting from a few weeks earlier, I begin to celebrate the fall and harvest in August, for that month is actually considered the first month of harvest (click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2022/08/lammas-day-beginning-of-harvest-and.html">HERE</a>). By September, I am going full force (click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/10/celebrating-autumn-with-family.html">HERE</a> to see my post about that).</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I also spent many hours visiting my favorite historical open-air museum enjoying all that it has to offer this year concerning fall and harvest.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>So, today's posting shows my Hallowe'en experiences there at Greenfield Village, plus some of our home decorations.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>We'll begin with the Village - many photos that you may have seen before, but a few extra's you have not seen yet. Plus some extra text thrown in.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>In other words, lotsa history surrounding the holiday~</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Hope you like it.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-large;">~</span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-large;">.</span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-large;">~</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div>It was in early October that most of the members of my family, along with a few friends, journeyed to <i>Hallowe'en Past</i> by way of Greenfield Village. In fact, it was back on August 30 that tickets for this event went on sale:</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7CNzXa89yWLjFeBkMQN9QXN3Loj5gkz_znfzrI-kBBrTKWsVoUtVAKjVxGjHyXQXUIWPiJz8ZaSCgbfd9YioB92UQtdRqDfqI7nnEOowGyVIViQ07H78ukxGO7ep3R5NVfAlbQ5Z7D0wRVsn9tWJXkKETMNGG8y6yaWcbLYl8G9toTVrx_SA6DYDMFg/s1664/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20001%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="782" data-original-width="1664" height="324" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7CNzXa89yWLjFeBkMQN9QXN3Loj5gkz_znfzrI-kBBrTKWsVoUtVAKjVxGjHyXQXUIWPiJz8ZaSCgbfd9YioB92UQtdRqDfqI7nnEOowGyVIViQ07H78ukxGO7ep3R5NVfAlbQ5Z7D0wRVsn9tWJXkKETMNGG8y6yaWcbLYl8G9toTVrx_SA6DYDMFg/w691-h324/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20001%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" width="691" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">It was like waiting in line to get tickets to see Led Zeppelin 50 years before. In fact, many here (including myself), have waited in such lines to get concert tickets for our favorite bands back in the day. Today, however, we're all a bit older and we now wait in line to purchase tickets for Hallowe'en at Greenfield Village!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>Around these parts we begin to see Hallowe'en décor showing up in August in stores and sometimes on front lawns, so by late September/early October we are really deep in the midst of it all. And in this day and age we are living in, it seems everyone is ready for some sort of fun, traditional holiday to take us away from the rigors of society.</div><div>Hallowe'en is a great way to let loose by decorating with mystery and sometimes horror, but mostly in fun. And Hallowe'en at Greenfield Village takes the best of the holiday - the fun, the horror, the mystery, the surprise, the fantasy, the stories & lore - and puts it all together in one gigantic pot of Hallowe'en stew!</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTU8qquO9NSqjDPEALQghYu7-_2cX9kWkxUp94sGOoT0L7KmbmW65kRdwaPMGRu6O-bRA9SpambAFg4aWXMzi-2U8jJejpearwv9NnNNUnA9-aMcLMdWxwSkmkSEUB4Z4rGF1latBB5d7XpddHRa7ZShx81kE-LWboxy3Dp_EVWvuRbHILUyY2ZAfEpw/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20000%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="463" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTU8qquO9NSqjDPEALQghYu7-_2cX9kWkxUp94sGOoT0L7KmbmW65kRdwaPMGRu6O-bRA9SpambAFg4aWXMzi-2U8jJejpearwv9NnNNUnA9-aMcLMdWxwSkmkSEUB4Z4rGF1latBB5d7XpddHRa7ZShx81kE-LWboxy3Dp_EVWvuRbHILUyY2ZAfEpw/w695-h463/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20000%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" width="695" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-size: medium;">This was the first year they offered a free horse and cart ride, so it just happened to be the first thing Patty & I (and our son Miles) did. It wasn't a long ride. In fact, it actually could have/should have been a bit longer. </span><br /></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAwP1NiWg8w_uJxUMrJ2pEA7iQxPwUJRyTdUXmHvA9LVQGPBtIWToTT3g-xYTo7tnmiB1rH1FHtploKyBbzGoHD08vKc7poQkaxPsr29wbjHU8I-oIq6p4XYJ7i4f9ETOVAFCyGVNzQ4MnKoaMnyyMpwpLKWgU9ypC9JMR7OPfIECaEitlVlPwbU07QA/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20002%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="461" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAwP1NiWg8w_uJxUMrJ2pEA7iQxPwUJRyTdUXmHvA9LVQGPBtIWToTT3g-xYTo7tnmiB1rH1FHtploKyBbzGoHD08vKc7poQkaxPsr29wbjHU8I-oIq6p4XYJ7i4f9ETOVAFCyGVNzQ4MnKoaMnyyMpwpLKWgU9ypC9JMR7OPfIECaEitlVlPwbU07QA/w693-h461/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20002%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" width="693" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">But it was a good way to begin our time there.</span></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">A super idea that the Village came up with back in, I believe, 2019, is what they call <b>The Hallowe'en Express</b> train ride:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><i>"Board one of our ghostly passenger cars for a ride on the Hallowe'en Express. This 20 minute train ride will take you on a tour of ghosts, monsters, and urban legends as it winds through the eerie but enchanted woods at Greenfield Village."</i> I consider this a must experience attraction and a definite highlight. My young grandkids love it - my adult kids love it - and we, the grandparents love it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">It must be good.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI_AU_54DqAW3fSeqKaqNTWiZC_AUrNnNXA3nqI3I-4H5XoweKie0Q_cQfLpwx6ivP3D1z8eNBNcDgiQiOeSKyaoLC1r0v0NA9-pMt_AJhJQYJJQGtukHarrJ7EILOHmmBkPQoHVkFkegFkrhqJe_XlP5OvR6RKz6UPVoXSkgyOlddoqxaJmWBRRBj5w/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20021%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI_AU_54DqAW3fSeqKaqNTWiZC_AUrNnNXA3nqI3I-4H5XoweKie0Q_cQfLpwx6ivP3D1z8eNBNcDgiQiOeSKyaoLC1r0v0NA9-pMt_AJhJQYJJQGtukHarrJ7EILOHmmBkPQoHVkFkegFkrhqJe_XlP5OvR6RKz6UPVoXSkgyOlddoqxaJmWBRRBj5w/w688-h458/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20021%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>The "Hallowe'en Express" is always a good time, whether day or evening.</span><br /></span><span><span style="font-size: medium;">We took our ride at night - unfortunately my pictures on that ride did not turn out. </span><br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0O5tGMu7slLIeKg9Vd3NsnUDPE8XPUr7kpKFy4dMGkJMaDN9vBjDuhiBmnq7ao2MvMNhAmIrHeayI045jMYL_Trd4KpuLf-IluLAsBmyumxpK_6gfaZTnNNpzEHEHaBjPethCH-SX0-5UuTTFG0l7AXI6ngLoiDWV2Lq9nrGj3FADf9jri0z8UEqsMg/s819/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20022%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="819" data-original-width="504" height="665" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0O5tGMu7slLIeKg9Vd3NsnUDPE8XPUr7kpKFy4dMGkJMaDN9vBjDuhiBmnq7ao2MvMNhAmIrHeayI045jMYL_Trd4KpuLf-IluLAsBmyumxpK_6gfaZTnNNpzEHEHaBjPethCH-SX0-5UuTTFG0l7AXI6ngLoiDWV2Lq9nrGj3FADf9jri0z8UEqsMg/w409-h665/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20022%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" width="409" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>The smoke poured out of the stack.</span><br /><span>My friend, Darrin Green, took this picture.</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1CsKsF54Ie-aekzWs92-az8CKlxkvBw94c-o2Mvmg3HuDPW97wtEA07uf8WufMaouMrL54T8osbkVm42uKjdfn-eMRFk1Jg-Ntg0cjq2wBVU4jCqEWf5kZlsCzqPFdSvazcKHoZBggMKVFtxa9IWQxE5KKfUt_C-amHmwcrj8eAIa1KkzGSWaGWhPUg/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20023%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="459" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1CsKsF54Ie-aekzWs92-az8CKlxkvBw94c-o2Mvmg3HuDPW97wtEA07uf8WufMaouMrL54T8osbkVm42uKjdfn-eMRFk1Jg-Ntg0cjq2wBVU4jCqEWf5kZlsCzqPFdSvazcKHoZBggMKVFtxa9IWQxE5KKfUt_C-amHmwcrj8eAIa1KkzGSWaGWhPUg/w690-h459/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20023%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" width="690" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I love seeing the caboose - I wish they would run the caboose during the regular season.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Now here is a quick little Hallowe'en history lesson:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The telling of ghost stories on Hallowe'en derives from both the Druids' belief that the ancestral dead arise on this night and the Christian directive to honor the souls of the departed at Hallowmas.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">It was only natural, then, at early American harvest time get-togethers, when the communities would gather for such harvest time activities as corn-husking parties, apple paring parties, sugar and sorghum making days, and even at thresherman dinner parties, that ghost stories would become an integral part of these autumn celebrations. Many American ghost stories evolved from actual superstitions and rituals practiced by those who lived in the British Isles. These tales of the ancestral dead were told and retold by the elders to a spellbound crowd, late at night, after all of the activities were done, when the moon was fully risen and the trees outside shook with the autumn wind. That's when people gathered around a fire and told one another tales of the silenced dead lying in graves nearby.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Harvest time indeed!</div></div><br /></div><div>A troll is a being in Nordic folklore, including Norse mythology. </div><div>In many of these stories, Trolls have been associated with bridges, and Greenfield Village has the perfect bridge: the Ackley Covered Bridge from 1831. In these stories, trolls are often depicted as large, ugly creatures who are rarely helpful to human beings. They live in isolated places such as rocks, mountains, or caves, but they are also known to dwell under bridges. The belief was that these trolls would try to harm or trick human travelers who crossed their bridge. Over time, this image of the bridge-dwelling troll became a popular motif in fantasy literature and media, leading to the popular association of trolls with bridges that we know today.</div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGkzDcs8oYGZPPuwi11Gixfg2h6GCqC7ld5NuiW6gIeiq1sDBQH2wirtqCAKJR_OhD2Lhw4xcJwqpRGMjUeVGGquyCtT5Q5wXBWYQ4xAnOexDHFC_FK1mcN0X2qcIRxefjCT5r0eCzIVtFzqhyphenhyphenOR1R48tlxYBxgZTwQkeXpo1W2CBeORESy67VyCBfug/s834/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20024%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="834" data-original-width="834" height="690" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGkzDcs8oYGZPPuwi11Gixfg2h6GCqC7ld5NuiW6gIeiq1sDBQH2wirtqCAKJR_OhD2Lhw4xcJwqpRGMjUeVGGquyCtT5Q5wXBWYQ4xAnOexDHFC_FK1mcN0X2qcIRxefjCT5r0eCzIVtFzqhyphenhyphenOR1R48tlxYBxgZTwQkeXpo1W2CBeORESy67VyCBfug/w690-h690/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20024%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" width="690" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div><span style="font-size: medium;">We had to cross the Ackley wooden bridge</span>, <span style="font-size: medium;">under which lives a fearsome and hideous troll, who is so territorial that he eats anyone who tries to cross it.</span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: medium;">But we had to cross it to see other Hallowe'en experiences.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Luckily, we made it through!</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx_DfiKH0RNFJ3wSiQToti_XQOzawregvtcVMYQe5HtoOeA2WaxsuKBq-_2wkS8MeeAY59RY525i37IByoWueHBiQfO-borjb2Ju0rBuagyxdFhHJXmt5T8KTDhv2mTXacgQdwVLIZ8mo67TyZFEdmmgY_Z4cts9aeFyv4LcoFkNcGXcQlW3SPo9n3iQ/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20025%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="461" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx_DfiKH0RNFJ3wSiQToti_XQOzawregvtcVMYQe5HtoOeA2WaxsuKBq-_2wkS8MeeAY59RY525i37IByoWueHBiQfO-borjb2Ju0rBuagyxdFhHJXmt5T8KTDhv2mTXacgQdwVLIZ8mo67TyZFEdmmgY_Z4cts9aeFyv4LcoFkNcGXcQlW3SPo9n3iQ/w693-h461/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20025%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" width="693" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>We had a downpouring of rain that only lasted about five minutes.</span><br /><span>But we had a beautiful rainbow afterward - if you look close, you can see it's</span><br /></span><span><span style="font-size: medium;">a double rainbow.</span><br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /> Greenfield Village also has a Woman in White. The old tales from Ireland and more northern countries, wailing women in white are said to foretell death. However, the Village sort of added a twist to this legend:<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZTizPdXSEPc0mLRErFJ1C6OznupCDsTbb4BUCT7_DLJ3e6YwfTv279YHay4-proX_eCZAawzxHS9JeNIHKrouVic-fVzeTzjej3mKHoKJpDDMT1pcNHSrJ1ETwhbYG3FReSlLRRFk5Q0AAHlB5cYQVjcCm8qXLOcbI3L1hpY_Qina9P0hq4yAHaIxIw/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20003%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="460" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZTizPdXSEPc0mLRErFJ1C6OznupCDsTbb4BUCT7_DLJ3e6YwfTv279YHay4-proX_eCZAawzxHS9JeNIHKrouVic-fVzeTzjej3mKHoKJpDDMT1pcNHSrJ1ETwhbYG3FReSlLRRFk5Q0AAHlB5cYQVjcCm8qXLOcbI3L1hpY_Qina9P0hq4yAHaIxIw/w691-h460/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20003%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" width="691" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>High upon her balcony, in search of her lost mate, stands a woman in white, </span><br /><span>tormented by her fate.</span><br /><span>She reminds me of Miss Havisham from Charles Dickens' novel <i>Great Expectations</i>.</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div>When you have a lagoon, you have to have depictions of pirates.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX1HYuO2RXlhp0rIPtDGYwGjg1pE9J9wuSUqWcD1UsY1-35dVTMQ2lYb25-aYHSfm4Beo2MmyPai8wTIwH2_55G69ARsW32apLBHivYCr6aIGZk8Ea1IZwLHojfETLJ6yS4nZ5WDmxHERGu2xnXH9nkXu1I8sdaJNjaA9bZb5eXuixC3vohuy5roPKqg/s872/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20004%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="765" data-original-width="872" height="604" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX1HYuO2RXlhp0rIPtDGYwGjg1pE9J9wuSUqWcD1UsY1-35dVTMQ2lYb25-aYHSfm4Beo2MmyPai8wTIwH2_55G69ARsW32apLBHivYCr6aIGZk8Ea1IZwLHojfETLJ6yS4nZ5WDmxHERGu2xnXH9nkXu1I8sdaJNjaA9bZb5eXuixC3vohuy5roPKqg/w688-h604/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20004%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>Neverland Pirates~</span><br /><span>Meet Captain Hook and Smee</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div>Are you familiar with the mind-blowing tale of descent into madness and paranoia known as the "Tell Tale Heart"?</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLckrG42_-FIhdOoAe_fjatc2PYsUfdk_WTDyLlMZnQ1m0H_JnDKVQb78mI7Aa-_KUP_DlQZkr35Bz8IUemv0EjnT6-d6CGndqOXsR2LCMiDxWBBhDm6GA9zA8x5XQXNLUgxE7t3bKJmjxP7_w8SbrqdVbVSd7h0Z3lycKgmVHs4_DkttUJCuzNnMxSA/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20005%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="459" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLckrG42_-FIhdOoAe_fjatc2PYsUfdk_WTDyLlMZnQ1m0H_JnDKVQb78mI7Aa-_KUP_DlQZkr35Bz8IUemv0EjnT6-d6CGndqOXsR2LCMiDxWBBhDm6GA9zA8x5XQXNLUgxE7t3bKJmjxP7_w8SbrqdVbVSd7h0Z3lycKgmVHs4_DkttUJCuzNnMxSA/w690-h459/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20005%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" width="690" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>Story teller, Tony Lucas, captivated audiences by bringing to life</span><br /><span>Edgar Allan Poe's 1843 Gothic masterpiece, The Tell-Tale Heart.</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br />Meet (most) members of my family and our friends:<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRIhUGuWlBPCU0aPdffyPP188WKUl_lm7T_zhDmXN-Oo51xk4YEdL-zhidpn-WijBsmwThHfR1et9KOGBCs4st7n1H1n9vb30EI1PybQ2cjvFXdLe8VlCKBa1HAs3PMf-rpNXEA8RLX5Fut2EbGHCemi7T-DToqOHk88BC-VCkDG_1J51gFumZLBugiw/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20006%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="460" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRIhUGuWlBPCU0aPdffyPP188WKUl_lm7T_zhDmXN-Oo51xk4YEdL-zhidpn-WijBsmwThHfR1et9KOGBCs4st7n1H1n9vb30EI1PybQ2cjvFXdLe8VlCKBa1HAs3PMf-rpNXEA8RLX5Fut2EbGHCemi7T-DToqOHk88BC-VCkDG_1J51gFumZLBugiw/w692-h460/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20006%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" width="692" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>Family picture break - - </span><br /><span>Here we are - only my son Robbie & his wife could not make it this night.</span><br /><span>However, long-time family friends, Mari & Darrin, did join us, as did my daughter's friend!</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br />The Village did a spectacular job showing many of the characters from the classic Wizard of Oz.<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjsn0vlT8uCyn_NW375s5hjj8oDJ-BRw22OKCay4WWS9PywGIreJYH9iFa4eKk11DAV-B5q-9XN4gSLYK-s9DqDz7LtKhJ-G9VO-aixE7BuoW07J_-3hqDIl5I7_P0ImzP-pgSIdXkUQDVl78U2QK3Uvp45-Rr8EIgmpbngOzfgs3qjVlMV5eMeMauRA/s775/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20007%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="775" data-original-width="680" height="675" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjsn0vlT8uCyn_NW375s5hjj8oDJ-BRw22OKCay4WWS9PywGIreJYH9iFa4eKk11DAV-B5q-9XN4gSLYK-s9DqDz7LtKhJ-G9VO-aixE7BuoW07J_-3hqDIl5I7_P0ImzP-pgSIdXkUQDVl78U2QK3Uvp45-Rr8EIgmpbngOzfgs3qjVlMV5eMeMauRA/w593-h675/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20007%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" width="593" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>My two eldest grandkids have entered the Land of Oz.</span><br /><span>Author L. Frank Baum spent summers vacationing at Macatawa Park on</span><br /><span>the shores of Lake Michigan in Holland, Michigan. According to</span><br /><span>local lore, this was the place that inspired Baum to write this classic story.</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br />If you go out in the field, just after dark, beware of the Corn Creeper . </div><div>He is waiting for you! <br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKuZeMxT_LKrFS26OWSsICEuuqZD8ni3oBwlubpNDFHGp1kc2xGmuDEfhyphenhyphen9wbJji1c59aPeeTTfb_4iuqhU7rpSQcBFYMvztE_r81LJ4suXUW-O8umP28CWr6yIEKs_VOfRvdR1yTF4uXMTqGmEs4dTgWUyk7nX_ywJWxDehjIQWEmgxh_1kzbF0_spQ/s2048/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20026%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKuZeMxT_LKrFS26OWSsICEuuqZD8ni3oBwlubpNDFHGp1kc2xGmuDEfhyphenhyphen9wbJji1c59aPeeTTfb_4iuqhU7rpSQcBFYMvztE_r81LJ4suXUW-O8umP28CWr6yIEKs_VOfRvdR1yTF4uXMTqGmEs4dTgWUyk7nX_ywJWxDehjIQWEmgxh_1kzbF0_spQ/w480-h640/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20026%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Is that The Corn Creeper behind me??<br />But it's not dark!</span></td></tr></tbody></table>Now it's dark, and the Corn Creeper seems to be rather "lit"~</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN8Yo57xeHQSM0iayNx-EpFkRbntXHd8mgDZFZ9AS2Z-x-dC0GqnEauuxhV_XhWueohWl8LLskmMdEjv5j5wnXmwfyptAAoF3adEZTbWr2XKxmZ5I5ebuIRhV3eur5H2jsg5j4IJG1aQPbK1DtLW3epjg_BDsZf62e3rEn_ivtLjuYEFAfBkSFBWodug/s840/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20027%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN8Yo57xeHQSM0iayNx-EpFkRbntXHd8mgDZFZ9AS2Z-x-dC0GqnEauuxhV_XhWueohWl8LLskmMdEjv5j5wnXmwfyptAAoF3adEZTbWr2XKxmZ5I5ebuIRhV3eur5H2jsg5j4IJG1aQPbK1DtLW3epjg_BDsZf62e3rEn_ivtLjuYEFAfBkSFBWodug/w426-h640/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20027%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" width="426" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>New this year is a pretty large Jack-O-Skeleton<br />(or a depiction of Dept. 56's <i>Corn Creeper</i>).</span><br /></span><span><span style="font-size: medium;">This is pretty cool - a good addition.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizrxitDyqVF4j_s0LI_hl2QPKL5w09qbl6uGiXLB2G5Q2E0FdEVjpcBeyBQE4BhaggHB2haE111_e34VZehTDAAqrGWgS4sTLUc4NrEiOxpXSQ6uNJnfgZUFqxu4jApvxftyQ8F4l9N2BTOt8AcD6uQy7RqtCZ0ZjhIyquy13szKncm3NmlQWSLaDVQw/s840/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20008%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" style="font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="685" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizrxitDyqVF4j_s0LI_hl2QPKL5w09qbl6uGiXLB2G5Q2E0FdEVjpcBeyBQE4BhaggHB2haE111_e34VZehTDAAqrGWgS4sTLUc4NrEiOxpXSQ6uNJnfgZUFqxu4jApvxftyQ8F4l9N2BTOt8AcD6uQy7RqtCZ0ZjhIyquy13szKncm3NmlQWSLaDVQw/w455-h685/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20008%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" width="455" /></a></span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div>"Trip, trap, trip, trap," went the bridge. </div><div>"Who's that tripping over my bridge?" roared the troll. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuyUHpUwiWtLwe4IRZM3gvLGGuRi3ukQqRSCGJ1rQjKwlBBw7W13J4epcrhEjlOtpo_2_ObULe8v2t8kx7ZcgSicwToYrSP3VFig8rXIhGHhKBpgKF8SiP4mtNLkk-b68wFTVfzkBKZAn4_2nkVT5c27APhkNIwJgZNttjB0-5sdU1W9AmPR-ynwcMiw/s840/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20009%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="678" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuyUHpUwiWtLwe4IRZM3gvLGGuRi3ukQqRSCGJ1rQjKwlBBw7W13J4epcrhEjlOtpo_2_ObULe8v2t8kx7ZcgSicwToYrSP3VFig8rXIhGHhKBpgKF8SiP4mtNLkk-b68wFTVfzkBKZAn4_2nkVT5c27APhkNIwJgZNttjB0-5sdU1W9AmPR-ynwcMiw/w451-h678/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20009%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" width="451" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>Earlier you saw the troll 'neath the bridge.</span><br /><span>Now my grandkids will take the chance!</span><br /><span>Well, their parents will help, I'm sure...</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br />One of the coolest books about Hallowe'en for kids is "The Hallowe'en Tree" by Ray Bradbury. Here is a summary:<br /><i>When young Pipkin becomes ill and is whisked away into the mysterious darkness of the Hallowe'en tree, his friends must race through space and time to save him. With a peculiar old man named Moundshroud to guide them, the kids encounter the many earlier manifestations of the holiday known as Hallowe'en.</i><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidkKuzVEE9uXbHlVKn73tCfeuJ0HbxFTto4Oj7E7ythatMJigTai5RtT4SJI0ch2fXHH3cuUl61J1qkx5EW82_UD5R7gC-Ird2KY-yZyz4IuBvF0a0fH4gsOccx9c_-SIDKY4-MGknGJPpGqPkz2tdMefQ28_efSs24IldUF2Ib_F1fUXj7CbVGEeY8g/s738/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20012%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="738" data-original-width="560" height="705" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidkKuzVEE9uXbHlVKn73tCfeuJ0HbxFTto4Oj7E7ythatMJigTai5RtT4SJI0ch2fXHH3cuUl61J1qkx5EW82_UD5R7gC-Ird2KY-yZyz4IuBvF0a0fH4gsOccx9c_-SIDKY4-MGknGJPpGqPkz2tdMefQ28_efSs24IldUF2Ib_F1fUXj7CbVGEeY8g/w535-h705/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20012%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" width="535" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The Hallowe'en Tree - a tried and true favorite.</span><br style="font-size: large;" /><div style="font-size: large;">According to Ray Bradbury's book, "The Hallowe'en Tree," </div><div style="font-size: large;">each pumpkin represents someone who died on Halloween.</div></td></tr></tbody></table><div>Now I'm not 100% sure if this tree in Greenfield Village is based on Bradbury's book, but there seems to be many other folklore tales come to life at Hallowe'en at Greenfield Village based on books, so if this is as well, I think it's great.</div><div><br /></div><div>For thousands of years, various cultures have had figures to represent death. One of the most common and enduring of these is the Grim Reaper—usually a skeletal figure, who is often shrouded in a dark, hooded robe and carrying a scythe to “reap” human souls.</div><div>The Grim Reaper seems to have appeared in Europe during the 14th century. It was during this time that Europe was dealing with what was then the world’s worst pandemic, the Black Death, believed to be the result of the plague. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwIRmAEMaNgeXVci7J2v70hWLxafiImG7Vt7pLEvqbIuIIoJfdLgb_Xj-xwajhpX12gac24h1NPDcluK6rNZ4i_Pb7A5OxmJaQ8XM5vLrnetlhFXLnEZJcLdyOqAA1DGgghZDygK_i-PNbIawnUdaZa1dWCjyr6PQA1HUBIUTs5g4ge9B7tUYriK5SNg/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20013%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="460" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwIRmAEMaNgeXVci7J2v70hWLxafiImG7Vt7pLEvqbIuIIoJfdLgb_Xj-xwajhpX12gac24h1NPDcluK6rNZ4i_Pb7A5OxmJaQ8XM5vLrnetlhFXLnEZJcLdyOqAA1DGgghZDygK_i-PNbIawnUdaZa1dWCjyr6PQA1HUBIUTs5g4ge9B7tUYriK5SNg/w691-h460/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20013%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" width="691" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The Grim Reaper~<br />Do you know why the grim reaper looks the way he does and carries a scythe?</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>Yes, why the skeletal figure? </div><div>Why the scythe? </div><div>Why the robe? </div><div>Skeletons are symbolic of death, representing the human body after it has decayed. The robe is thought to be reminiscent of the robes that religious figures of the time wore when conducting funerary services. The scythe is an apt image taken from agricultural practices of the time: harvesters used scythes to reap or harvest crops that were ready to be plucked from the earth…and, well, that’s kind of what happens when humans die: they are plucked from this earth.</div><div><br /></div><div>There is so much more to see at Hallowe'en at Greenfield Village. My favorite of the night is the depiction of Legend of Sleepy Hollow.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQOvLwWUsRg_dyfjmjInExkIRYIMTY-tIxVvW4PR27l_Hnr4bxtNKlmYRnnEf09EekpZQGepRH3x6uHpJgWWZObhL6yxdSFksTAgzyxHxlefxREdgZNYA-LRNAslcbPhKddGdZ5kJ6oGM8pwT5S-JSo8warQLxYc3ZZBu5j-_-P5ucB9c4L4sxCqsbJA/s840/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20010%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="717" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQOvLwWUsRg_dyfjmjInExkIRYIMTY-tIxVvW4PR27l_Hnr4bxtNKlmYRnnEf09EekpZQGepRH3x6uHpJgWWZObhL6yxdSFksTAgzyxHxlefxREdgZNYA-LRNAslcbPhKddGdZ5kJ6oGM8pwT5S-JSo8warQLxYc3ZZBu5j-_-P5ucB9c4L4sxCqsbJA/w477-h717/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20010%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" width="477" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>Taken right from Washington Irving's 1820 story, </span><br /><span>"Legend of Sleepy Hollow."</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_TDkucNpdPGdHM5eP67STwqQf-DUsgXnbtRlyWE3en1zreqeSBOQW_ckhAwX6QCP0aiikcaPjkymMLEf3tnvMuEmcDa1u_Pdi4nL2GI7a7jYb5mWfnWeIALBG9wWzX1fESRBveHKh0qamnBJXc0w870NWLTPWgJE8ZGqXqpf8ST6bWS0iNMbD878O3Q/s1344/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20011%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="803" data-original-width="1344" height="412" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_TDkucNpdPGdHM5eP67STwqQf-DUsgXnbtRlyWE3en1zreqeSBOQW_ckhAwX6QCP0aiikcaPjkymMLEf3tnvMuEmcDa1u_Pdi4nL2GI7a7jYb5mWfnWeIALBG9wWzX1fESRBveHKh0qamnBJXc0w870NWLTPWgJE8ZGqXqpf8ST6bWS0iNMbD878O3Q/w690-h412/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20011%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" width="690" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>In fact, another storyteller, representing Washington Irving, told the story.</span><br /><span>I didn't stop to listen, for we had a haunted train to catch.</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>Washington Irving's original short story is actually not as modern society thinks. </div></div><div>Now, we're all aware of the Tim Burton movie version that was released to theaters in 1999 starring Johnny Depp. I certainly enjoyed the scary thrill that this version gave me. But as I read the original story from over 200 years ago, I learned that this was not even close to what Washington Irving wrote. In fact, the Burton<b>/</b>Depp version is nearly an entirely different story altogether; pretty much only the names remain the same, to a certain extent: the headless horseman is there (but didn't actually play such a prominent part in Irving's original telling), Katrina Van Tassel, Ichabod Crane (who is a lawyer here where in the original book he is a school teacher), Brom Bones, a few of the other Irving characters, the time period in which it takes place - 1790s - is correct, and, well, that's pretty much it for the similarities.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCb2t9cdvxPbXEG9JWZkxQB-uIye5yNJhxTcPRro3ZobxuxYd2SFeDYoO3qzNfGbdfbja4kUWyCxv-PuX5sZcA4H-96MTKgqkxP2L8oAug3l7m505QMHCINYi54AiI9fAdHHVTFs_QUwIHZw5m-DpdkhgLnIl_f1tH8khJ5gypw2_SZfALKr8nB0U5YQ/s1196/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20042%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="798" data-original-width="1196" height="268" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCb2t9cdvxPbXEG9JWZkxQB-uIye5yNJhxTcPRro3ZobxuxYd2SFeDYoO3qzNfGbdfbja4kUWyCxv-PuX5sZcA4H-96MTKgqkxP2L8oAug3l7m505QMHCINYi54AiI9fAdHHVTFs_QUwIHZw5m-DpdkhgLnIl_f1tH8khJ5gypw2_SZfALKr8nB0U5YQ/w400-h268/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20042%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">So...have you read the actual story from 1820?</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>It was through extensive searching that I was able to locate a filmed version that followed the book much closer: a made for TV version done the same year as the Burton/Depp film.</div><div>I wrote an Amazon review of it:</div><div><i>The Legend of Sleepy Hollow, starring Brent Carver and Rachelle Lefevre, follows Washington Irving's original much, much closer than the Tim Burton version (one that I also like, but is mostly its own story rather than Irving's). Washington Irving's original story wasn't necessarily a horror story as is depicted in our modern times, but, rather, it was more of a love story with a touch of fright and even a bit of comedy thrown in. However, it was framed in eeriness and the true fright comes in at the very end.</i><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><i>This made for TV version I am highlighting here shows Brent Carver to be a positively perfect Ichabod Crane - straight out of the book in every way, and the depiction of the story being told at a dark, candle-lit tavern in the early 19th century on Hallowe'en helps to give it a more creepy feeling. </i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-style: italic;">And, I have to say, the late 18th century atmosphere of the story itself is also very well done; few other versions capture that warm, autumnal feeling that Irving illustrates so perfectly in his original story.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-style: italic;">Yep - this may not be the horror story we've all come to make it out to be (though there is horror included), but then, neither was the original.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-style: italic;">The movie is not perfect, but well-done.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">One thing that is most remembered in both movies as well as in Washington Irving's original story is the Headless Horseman. In the original, the horseman is more of an underlying theme running mostly in the background, while moderns have placed him at the forefront.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">What is really cool, for Hallowe'en's sake, is the Headless Horseman <i>and</i> Ichabod Crane are both at Greenfield Village, and they are scary - yet fun. So I took plenty of photos and included my favorites right here (with narrations directly from Washington Irving's original 1820 "Sleepy Hollow" pen):</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjINVz_5pMY8wgwjbcB1PVYixPJ_XO2H7wkABrbgWO5RKJStlxXwLi2ioOCmnYkC3AFdxcP3F2smGBw5RGbruNOSNQpsjj5QxR4F03_Uuyyio6dtWKy3_CzY8OMWhkKbL-AjIAytvuUK9LWl22n1G_5T9iFvTISMd9HntT6NPtinCQVDlIMEX7u7cS-sA/s1093/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20014%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="816" data-original-width="1093" height="514" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjINVz_5pMY8wgwjbcB1PVYixPJ_XO2H7wkABrbgWO5RKJStlxXwLi2ioOCmnYkC3AFdxcP3F2smGBw5RGbruNOSNQpsjj5QxR4F03_Uuyyio6dtWKy3_CzY8OMWhkKbL-AjIAytvuUK9LWl22n1G_5T9iFvTISMd9HntT6NPtinCQVDlIMEX7u7cS-sA/w688-h514/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20014%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: left;">~</span><i style="text-align: left;">An opening in the trees now cheered him with the hopes that the church bridge was at hand. He saw the walls of the church dimly glaring under the trees beyond. He recollected the place where Brom Bones’s ghostly competitor had disappeared.</i><span style="text-align: left;">~ </span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx2Wwg3nV6aLINN2wVmsUrQ-usaAOvpOI-a_T8nBkJmJS6wOxdx80FUs1BeY0DfYRWwkVHheP7P-R33y4CRtGbxLRMBqUuN_yEjuaSK6tzi56oCXr5SOBcY3FGNiDng0-Wcl8ld1r0QpT2LbiD72ItmvUx3mgypdCbNnu3Selda3Xw5GovmaFhpsYeWQ/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20015%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="457" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx2Wwg3nV6aLINN2wVmsUrQ-usaAOvpOI-a_T8nBkJmJS6wOxdx80FUs1BeY0DfYRWwkVHheP7P-R33y4CRtGbxLRMBqUuN_yEjuaSK6tzi56oCXr5SOBcY3FGNiDng0-Wcl8ld1r0QpT2LbiD72ItmvUx3mgypdCbNnu3Selda3Xw5GovmaFhpsYeWQ/w687-h457/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20015%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" width="687" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-size: large; text-align: left;">~"If I can but reach that bridge," thought Ichabod, "I am safe." Just then he heard the black steed panting and blowing close behind him; he even fancied that he felt his hot breath…Ichabod cast a look behind to see if his pursuer should vanish, according to rule, in a flash of fire and brimstone."~ </i></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM6eJtlMDz757NDF0ty7pomR0mTA9aBcuMtjKOKErPs7W2l2QW3P1KvpRS67P_4RcO46JW0-e3CkG06JgDQDaefnvikTx7-LfCqE5W45bfMbt75wAg8RRBPIHXMIa1iNdVux8IJrb9W_ydtQBORzjix8E67QERbYtuWqSamXu4Jv-gKmwzwTLXkaV08Q/s1280/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20016%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="822" data-original-width="1280" height="444" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM6eJtlMDz757NDF0ty7pomR0mTA9aBcuMtjKOKErPs7W2l2QW3P1KvpRS67P_4RcO46JW0-e3CkG06JgDQDaefnvikTx7-LfCqE5W45bfMbt75wAg8RRBPIHXMIa1iNdVux8IJrb9W_ydtQBORzjix8E67QERbYtuWqSamXu4Jv-gKmwzwTLXkaV08Q/w689-h444/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20016%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" width="689" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;">~"Just then he saw the goblin rising in his stirrups, and in the very act of hurling his head at him. Ichabod endeavored to dodge the horrible missile, but too late. It encountered his cranium with a tremendous crash, - he was tumbled headlong into the dust, and Gunpowder (Ichabod’s own horse), the black steed, and the goblin rider, passed by like a whirlwind.”~</span></i></span></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJqcvCyxdre1nz8_VQZNl0LYHmgDKqoCOlkW81eVON_Ft0ep_4DvctifPkti4u7GPGpkBWcYcV6rFyxT0Ao3xdZ8pZXFkBv9Wg5SGc9oXE43YiXkjkohTkypDw7l4_zbwpKAd72TDedrL0VziQc6MsGRkMkkOpodLSy1th7cVCoWAZx1waDSgQ7olxKA/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20018%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="457" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJqcvCyxdre1nz8_VQZNl0LYHmgDKqoCOlkW81eVON_Ft0ep_4DvctifPkti4u7GPGpkBWcYcV6rFyxT0Ao3xdZ8pZXFkBv9Wg5SGc9oXE43YiXkjkohTkypDw7l4_zbwpKAd72TDedrL0VziQc6MsGRkMkkOpodLSy1th7cVCoWAZx1waDSgQ7olxKA/w687-h457/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20018%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" width="687" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: left;">Adaptations of "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow" often show the Headless Horseman with a pumpkin or jack-o'-lantern in place of his severed head. However, in the original story, a shattered pumpkin is discovered next to Ichabod Crane's abandoned hat on the morning after Crane's supposed encounter with the Horseman, but the story does not reference carved jack-o'-lanterns or Hallowe'en itself.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOd4ZbsHNqfoccbb6KuytBATxrIPQWHmo-_aAK-62EVqXasBv2PutfRr0_B9KU7SB71umVeiEdu7getVrwiMvrUABbRs9Cq2fHlZjdvdZJwp7mMoy0JHR5yG4g3nw7R8MHl3M53AcDjLu-pVb2D1rfaTB7fe_oBjkcapUFajcoNNxpOWovxF8BD8tloQ/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20019%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="462" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOd4ZbsHNqfoccbb6KuytBATxrIPQWHmo-_aAK-62EVqXasBv2PutfRr0_B9KU7SB71umVeiEdu7getVrwiMvrUABbRs9Cq2fHlZjdvdZJwp7mMoy0JHR5yG4g3nw7R8MHl3M53AcDjLu-pVb2D1rfaTB7fe_oBjkcapUFajcoNNxpOWovxF8BD8tloQ/w694-h462/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20019%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" width="694" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Our "hero" - Ichabod Crane - is also a school master, and kind of a bumpkin one at that, and not a detective (as in the Burton/Depp movie).</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div>The most infamous specter in Sleepy Hollow is the Headless Horseman, said to be the ghost of a Hessian trooper whose head had been carried away by a cannon-ball during some nameless battle of the American Revolutionary War, and who is ever seen by the country folk hurrying along in the gloom of night, as if on the wings of the wind, and who rides forth to the scene of battle in nightly quest of his head.</div><div>This dominant spirit seems to be commander-in-chief of all the powers of the air, and is the apparition of a figure on horseback, without a head.</div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlY7lQWasd8Ua85QUeoLbYAmZWNDQ4_P8GGOAa4dVPObB7ghMKgtGvrS5s7c93ffOFlHBXWh6txLUCHSCIik9VXo2tw3qn_zpJGWiGPYwFAWRavbRz6XjYK8YurFcCpk0_0WXx8n1E0-kEbF8Akmrixg7Fzj4oQV7bIUsvcV1bzulWe5UP5VLdRzN2fg/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20017%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="462" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlY7lQWasd8Ua85QUeoLbYAmZWNDQ4_P8GGOAa4dVPObB7ghMKgtGvrS5s7c93ffOFlHBXWh6txLUCHSCIik9VXo2tw3qn_zpJGWiGPYwFAWRavbRz6XjYK8YurFcCpk0_0WXx8n1E0-kEbF8Akmrixg7Fzj4oQV7bIUsvcV1bzulWe5UP5VLdRzN2fg/w694-h462/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20017%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" width="694" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>I was a-waiting for the Headless Horseman to be in perfect alignment for me and the sunset/twilight time in the distance.</span><br /><span>This is the shot I got.</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTrRc_CZFLb9oZpFI_luS1AkvUmgSJX9l8ZIWTQIN_TPNaWceqasfHr8NheX1SWURf5nveBUlK1VXexQfKOTQlt__LW_bNCN6NJ_qaLqjv5iu5opDC06sBaL478bcEIpeP5WhLWc-1yXzFCP7y5MX4_HCPtr-6FYU0O_mjGyorPB1LfB8gfL3cbpzwhw/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20020%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="461" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTrRc_CZFLb9oZpFI_luS1AkvUmgSJX9l8ZIWTQIN_TPNaWceqasfHr8NheX1SWURf5nveBUlK1VXexQfKOTQlt__LW_bNCN6NJ_qaLqjv5iu5opDC06sBaL478bcEIpeP5WhLWc-1yXzFCP7y5MX4_HCPtr-6FYU0O_mjGyorPB1LfB8gfL3cbpzwhw/w693-h461/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20020%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" width="693" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>So the Headless Horseman, as presented in Greenfield Village, chases Ichabod, </span><br /><span>but does not carry a jack o' lantern.</span><br /><span>Well done - this is my favorite part of the entire time here.</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">But the Hallowe'en spookiness was not quite done yet at the Village.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">There was a train to catch!</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiviejttbvViyUSlEAJwnxn5DG-mES37exEtZyBZDzZL3q1P_nfwQxuYF28_9B7io8NRTV51MR4K_oRoHPpJrXhMIoUmdoVzDnPqdJ-M87cvl59R8JIVZJHCbprk4UGYrBHGO-7A04iAfpBqOZLV_RUEB3XSaitwG1sQXBRxIvNxP_RqmVRe7uwlFIUrA/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20028%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiviejttbvViyUSlEAJwnxn5DG-mES37exEtZyBZDzZL3q1P_nfwQxuYF28_9B7io8NRTV51MR4K_oRoHPpJrXhMIoUmdoVzDnPqdJ-M87cvl59R8JIVZJHCbprk4UGYrBHGO-7A04iAfpBqOZLV_RUEB3XSaitwG1sQXBRxIvNxP_RqmVRe7uwlFIUrA/w689-h458/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20028%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" width="689" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The spooky "Hallowe'en Express"</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9bUiJszyNxA_tLuQ45_ICaUBQYmne_j0eN2HXiMA5ISfaEx3qbSw9dTOtNNDbSLAMlvKRJ36P_tsou22PatIErdO7LTOtO5SRKU_AUPuj4TzKkn9imZdLXVMzeP9AV5JV6KU5rlx1Su9LdJf0YFe3f6UWHjk8H8xI2wBCRZ2lerraydmfoFbsrBUTmg/s840/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20029%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="696" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9bUiJszyNxA_tLuQ45_ICaUBQYmne_j0eN2HXiMA5ISfaEx3qbSw9dTOtNNDbSLAMlvKRJ36P_tsou22PatIErdO7LTOtO5SRKU_AUPuj4TzKkn9imZdLXVMzeP9AV5JV6KU5rlx1Su9LdJf0YFe3f6UWHjk8H8xI2wBCRZ2lerraydmfoFbsrBUTmg/w463-h696/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20029%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" width="463" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The cars were lantern lit - I love it!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbo_05H-wDe8eGJAmI5mEd3irFzHpiAbTPLd7hIxKRInFVTFUjfyOIHJv47KPFLLJ60Llkh1dG0iSO2JPIlYoNy2PEhaRwmQoSavPFvfxHyzTc7BT40ED2lKecXYBWjKbKHKxaK46lCEqh9KaXNvr-m6azeKvQdlcNfiMu4OknrLFXIkCJHGxyNvgisg/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20030%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbo_05H-wDe8eGJAmI5mEd3irFzHpiAbTPLd7hIxKRInFVTFUjfyOIHJv47KPFLLJ60Llkh1dG0iSO2JPIlYoNy2PEhaRwmQoSavPFvfxHyzTc7BT40ED2lKecXYBWjKbKHKxaK46lCEqh9KaXNvr-m6azeKvQdlcNfiMu4OknrLFXIkCJHGxyNvgisg/w688-h458/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20030%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The lit caboose.</span></td></tr></tbody></table>The ride is a bit eerie, with ghosts, ghouls, witches, werewolves, and other creatures of the night interspersed throughout the wooded areas and flat lands, but even just seeing the train was kind of spooky as well.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">It is unfortunate that neither my phone camera nor my actual camera does a good job capturing the images during out bumpy nighttime train ride.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>~</b></span>Hallowe'en at Greenfield Village is quite the event, and a good portion of the Village is used. </div></div></div><div>They also have a few snippets of harvest, such as beer brewing and the dyeing of wool, and little more, which I posted about <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/10/celebrating-autumn-harvest-at.html">HERE</a>. In fact, with all they have going on, the hours from 4 til 9:30 are actually not enough time<b><span style="font-size: medium;">~</span></b> </div><div><br /></div><div>At my home I don't really go all out in decorating for Hallowe'en. Instead, I do mostly autumn and harvest themes. I found it interesting that as I was walking through one of the local hobby stores I noticed all of the fall decorating, such as fake pumpkins, rubber apples, and the like. And they did look good. Then I realized that we grew pumpkins, picked our own apples, plus bought a few gourds, had turnips and flax that we grew at the cabin...then add the candles we dipped last year - - </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijM-X_pBXwS4TP-UgvbYC-BW-798vjhHtHnC3vGFJMZoAojD4SAcRLcCvkjkM_ebQ8BMMlOpwNwjSfLWnfE_WHljOLWXEz3qBMWYN-VYb2qCOmeWG_niNHIh-X-O4UecuO8yAhEQWGT9yxy0nxxbV5bojmc_a5YojrHSbYe4gOjKEK2FpmfcBwqT4doQ/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20034%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="461" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijM-X_pBXwS4TP-UgvbYC-BW-798vjhHtHnC3vGFJMZoAojD4SAcRLcCvkjkM_ebQ8BMMlOpwNwjSfLWnfE_WHljOLWXEz3qBMWYN-VYb2qCOmeWG_niNHIh-X-O4UecuO8yAhEQWGT9yxy0nxxbV5bojmc_a5YojrHSbYe4gOjKEK2FpmfcBwqT4doQ/w693-h461/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20034%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" width="693" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A small harvest vignette~<br />We had our own real fall décor, all natural with its variety of colors.<br />And it all lasted through the season pretty well. The best part was watching the pumpkins change from green to orange and having that nice color mix.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCPyfi7UnpLf8Tk1zoJVSFMe3SA60Jv7wnuaUofao2T4V5XJU9ESe8VC7n3H5WhwLQBjBzBCGqG3aBlDEMPlBr2LFWIlsLoC45I2dHF8qq6aT1oYMIsAInvx7kQr5GGC9ykbTim5k8tI6jxg_dgv43mYcU_7LXRnXHUM18jjHngNF9prHQNZgiopxnYQ/s840/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20035%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="747" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCPyfi7UnpLf8Tk1zoJVSFMe3SA60Jv7wnuaUofao2T4V5XJU9ESe8VC7n3H5WhwLQBjBzBCGqG3aBlDEMPlBr2LFWIlsLoC45I2dHF8qq6aT1oYMIsAInvx7kQr5GGC9ykbTim5k8tI6jxg_dgv43mYcU_7LXRnXHUM18jjHngNF9prHQNZgiopxnYQ/w497-h747/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20035%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" width="497" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And though we do not live out in the country - we live on a <br />rather small patch of land (not even enough land to allow me <br />to vote had I been alive back in those early Republic days), <br />we still have our red oak tree that we were given one Arbor Day <br />about twenty years ago while at Greenfield Village.<br />Fall right there in my own speck of a yard.<br />Yeah...little things can make me happy.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">As for Hallowe'en decorating - like I said, I keep it simple and mostly inside my house:</div>However, I do try to bring out my haunted village from Department 56.<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYZO-vpp_0R2Z2VZeGkdKvh814IimpcikOfUEAwIy_S1maLHYONGJ-KrzDYaAtR6AWaRBdkgCVKE_P63041j4OWQPnQxJCtzuIwvgSURHN1UfyFdrKpDneuBSSAmCnhO5A8Rk1z1HkNWbozfKvLjwESzI2tNInZzAH5sv_r6oIpYlSZoJOitgdsF3SaA/s840/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20036%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="698" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYZO-vpp_0R2Z2VZeGkdKvh814IimpcikOfUEAwIy_S1maLHYONGJ-KrzDYaAtR6AWaRBdkgCVKE_P63041j4OWQPnQxJCtzuIwvgSURHN1UfyFdrKpDneuBSSAmCnhO5A8Rk1z1HkNWbozfKvLjwESzI2tNInZzAH5sv_r6oIpYlSZoJOitgdsF3SaA/w464-h698/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20036%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" width="464" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A new edition this year to my Dept. 56 Hallowe'en Village<br /> is this Ichabod Crane with his horse, Gunpowder.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX1HDt47H9OEsUTg0vdgxODRfnR2F1HnP-QoWfIBiCmRkXj0mIoY35EFLh6aOfc_SLHt-BfphuH8SwbFGfTnRWd7vckukrbZwkXk65bnDugKSrSvVkSOQNHhOOFdb6Mjz97XPlagUVrZ5QrN0l35ey1ogOCwGtDXoraXZ7CZhFoa3nPe-Rg_AyoVPJgA/s1200/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20037%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX1HDt47H9OEsUTg0vdgxODRfnR2F1HnP-QoWfIBiCmRkXj0mIoY35EFLh6aOfc_SLHt-BfphuH8SwbFGfTnRWd7vckukrbZwkXk65bnDugKSrSvVkSOQNHhOOFdb6Mjz97XPlagUVrZ5QrN0l35ey1ogOCwGtDXoraXZ7CZhFoa3nPe-Rg_AyoVPJgA/w688-h458/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20037%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Another new edition this year is the "Corn Creeper" - - - <br />If you scroll back up to the Greenfield Village pictures, you'll see a life-size <br />version of something very similar.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh_Fja3pdPaUN_K7SGKwZMVErlWkqEguuGmhQFZKz73WO_QKGXtpALxdHksFstaYqm1ny4V0jcSKM_DxQPrDS4fRhBTYSKjDGRIy2TRYtbW2CWEOtG_ozrC6m3dlYmiDOTgvx6qcTny_0H7qwB_tyTtz9o6zfnwl2CkakxzwbbEujACO7WKSwKw1kVEg/s1129/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20038%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="836" data-original-width="1129" height="511" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh_Fja3pdPaUN_K7SGKwZMVErlWkqEguuGmhQFZKz73WO_QKGXtpALxdHksFstaYqm1ny4V0jcSKM_DxQPrDS4fRhBTYSKjDGRIy2TRYtbW2CWEOtG_ozrC6m3dlYmiDOTgvx6qcTny_0H7qwB_tyTtz9o6zfnwl2CkakxzwbbEujACO7WKSwKw1kVEg/w689-h511/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20038%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" width="689" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And there's "Stingy Jack" of the Lantern, with his period-correct lit turnip <br />(good for you, Dept. 56, for doing your research!)~</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgstELwU04YUp8oiaVr-OAyxdjNpLMJ58F08smXKVm5aKw8Dv_g-VcoGHYMdlPaztwZvSONjsG567XAma0RN_S-4230mSMiXWhs2KbGYH-dti2pvl4Rm_sMq5XQgzxdD2hCCQHreAbOQQkJD7lt9TmrWBx1c2qVDK0SJd_r8Zw7AUpzzWsmcdhcBwY-Yg/s1284/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20039%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="861" data-original-width="1284" height="459" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgstELwU04YUp8oiaVr-OAyxdjNpLMJ58F08smXKVm5aKw8Dv_g-VcoGHYMdlPaztwZvSONjsG567XAma0RN_S-4230mSMiXWhs2KbGYH-dti2pvl4Rm_sMq5XQgzxdD2hCCQHreAbOQQkJD7lt9TmrWBx1c2qVDK0SJd_r8Zw7AUpzzWsmcdhcBwY-Yg/w683-h459/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20039%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" width="683" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Another bit of history is here - the Major Andre Hanging Tree (Andre was convicted of being a British Spy and hung from "this" tree, which was located in Tappan, New York - not too far from Tarrytown and Sleepy Hollow). It's said his ghost still haunts the area.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRnATBOpI_ane1i6-uwuYyfpcw3lspxVJ73uYEx6SW0rXKqh9zvKbluGDvIwNboTFtBEnX-oVaATbgm2BK8nIRW6L-cEe5sOnySPlDCyVB4Dca2gH_kt5MxOtnxqYNK0CTFv6HsoMtsGlwGdvjWc96pAQauxLYaaxwOzX0lPDLFrPeiv3o2GUdnhYqJg/s816/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20040%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="816" data-original-width="544" height="732" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRnATBOpI_ane1i6-uwuYyfpcw3lspxVJ73uYEx6SW0rXKqh9zvKbluGDvIwNboTFtBEnX-oVaATbgm2BK8nIRW6L-cEe5sOnySPlDCyVB4Dca2gH_kt5MxOtnxqYNK0CTFv6HsoMtsGlwGdvjWc96pAQauxLYaaxwOzX0lPDLFrPeiv3o2GUdnhYqJg/w487-h732/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20040%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" width="487" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And the haunted covered bridge where the Headless Horseman <br />may find you, should you dare to cross. Or maybe even a troll<br />will hear you trip-trapping...!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>And then this very cool item hanging on my wall:<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0KEC4NSH153hrhtRhuVwF1m_0zEFDlJRk8Rrenm0zVSogxf_o79JJCt9ub0TUS2Mx9Thhp318oKfxsWxfZcJS93khw0I4sY4UtjDpkjJ2qotBBt2U9EKhRInGg65M_thrRRFbGfNi0V2u5XsTLFTmkuhCA026wi3Hv3AyOm7NOt3Wn9w6abFmr6-fLg/s832/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20041%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="832" data-original-width="624" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0KEC4NSH153hrhtRhuVwF1m_0zEFDlJRk8Rrenm0zVSogxf_o79JJCt9ub0TUS2Mx9Thhp318oKfxsWxfZcJS93khw0I4sY4UtjDpkjJ2qotBBt2U9EKhRInGg65M_thrRRFbGfNi0V2u5XsTLFTmkuhCA026wi3Hv3AyOm7NOt3Wn9w6abFmr6-fLg/w480-h640/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20041%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A painting I purchased in 2022 called </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Punkinhead" by artist Ken Scott</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>Then comes Hallowe'en!</div><div><div>Two years ago we had no kids trick or treating.</div><div>Last year we had one.</div><div>This year we had probably twenty five .</div><div>We're moving in the right direction - - - <i>SO</i> glad!</div></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4CkpipYH6zhwSso8TA-EOTMYlIjc1XOYQsesSCob8dPXD4Fz43yQ8yghOk3qJuA0_TeH1whZOTGMRApmKeC06L4a5JZV4IGutlOwwuCw-z9aXlj0Vx-hr2724YdpkwS2Tizqmgurz-5tJIo1aOS0MQ78YBxy8hRQRg22_PJOYSamLyqympJB7SENmZw/s840/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20031%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="455" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4CkpipYH6zhwSso8TA-EOTMYlIjc1XOYQsesSCob8dPXD4Fz43yQ8yghOk3qJuA0_TeH1whZOTGMRApmKeC06L4a5JZV4IGutlOwwuCw-z9aXlj0Vx-hr2724YdpkwS2Tizqmgurz-5tJIo1aOS0MQ78YBxy8hRQRg22_PJOYSamLyqympJB7SENmZw/w302-h455/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20031%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" width="302" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I'm not the best pumpkin carver,<br />but it served its purpose!<br />And it looks a little creepy amidst<br />the corn stalks & hay.<br />And the rose bushes.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">By the way, we had our first snow of the season on this night. It was only flurries for us, but, well, </div><div style="text-align: center;">The Nightmare Before Christmas, I suppose!</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPHz0qzVpzwHIobanUrkhsYmWG7CUxQufhIKz7UOjWChaNS9cpuqOzvfkyA2tTYyLrDI0eTipb-JPCpm3kAPM5owo_us_wq5UfZA8NMxXMLQjBSAK4Xsq8t2Z5hBdMoRjNU1-jaitNTqGadzoeiEr7y0n-qzvrGFkZgPVXzwd9V8PVg3aFtM7OQ45nPw/s567/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20032%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="567" data-original-width="418" height="416" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPHz0qzVpzwHIobanUrkhsYmWG7CUxQufhIKz7UOjWChaNS9cpuqOzvfkyA2tTYyLrDI0eTipb-JPCpm3kAPM5owo_us_wq5UfZA8NMxXMLQjBSAK4Xsq8t2Z5hBdMoRjNU1-jaitNTqGadzoeiEr7y0n-qzvrGFkZgPVXzwd9V8PVg3aFtM7OQ45nPw/w307-h416/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20032%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" width="307" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">As the sun set behind a blanket <br />of thick clouds...<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><i>This is Halloween, this is Halloween</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Pumpkins scream in the dead of night</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>This is Halloween, everybody make a scene</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Trick or treat 'til the neighbors gonna die of fright</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>It's our town, everybody scream</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>In this town of Halloween</i></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd_6zwe7nrKIQUixEM66LDFQm8TcEEp3snhVlnbMAdN6hjoL2Htc2vq9ySLs4cNiaQe37Ekn3lJNRdgWyy6281uxgoLkhyphenhyphenlxQbFDl69GiL8z6aP5ipG8szLfUss7c5N41jG1rJLjpZZXtbIZQ_C3RLADXuklPVKs6_jtj82etkAeij_wj7I7n4_6zeAg/s840/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20033%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="477" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd_6zwe7nrKIQUixEM66LDFQm8TcEEp3snhVlnbMAdN6hjoL2Htc2vq9ySLs4cNiaQe37Ekn3lJNRdgWyy6281uxgoLkhyphenhyphenlxQbFDl69GiL8z6aP5ipG8szLfUss7c5N41jG1rJLjpZZXtbIZQ_C3RLADXuklPVKs6_jtj82etkAeij_wj7I7n4_6zeAg/w317-h477/q%202023%20-%2011-03%20033%20Hallowe'en%20Traditions.jpg" width="317" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And soon darkness reigned over <br />Hallowe'en night...</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <i>This is Halloween, this is Halloween </i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i> 'Alloween, 'alloween</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i> 'Alloween, 'alloween</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i> In this town we call home</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i> Everyone hail to the pumpkin song</i></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Goblins, imps, fairies, and trolls were thought to do a lot of mischief on Hallowe'en; it was the night spirits were out and about, and farmers bolted their doors and avoided walking alone in the darkness. This was the night when doors were blocked with carts, or attacked with a fusillade of turnips. Plows and carts were carried off and hidden. Gates were taken off their hinges and thrown into a neighboring ditch or pond. Horses were led from the stables and left in the fields a few miles away.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">So, with my love for Harvest Time Past, to celebrate Hallowe'en in such a manner, and keeping it inclusive with the harvest as it once was, it has become just one part of the greater whole.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I hope you enjoyed our 2023 trip through Hallowe'en past and present.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">It's been many a-year since I've had as much fun on this holiday as I did this year. I love the fact that my grandchildren all play a part.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Until next time, see you in time.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">To read more about Hallowe'en's history, please click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/search?q=hallowe%27en">HERE</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">To read a bit about some of the actual ghost stories of Greenfield Village, please click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2015/04/ghosts-of-greenfield-village.html">HERE</a></div></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">..<span style="color: red;">.</span>.....<span style="color: #ffa400;">.....</span>...<span style="color: #cc0000;">......</span>.....<span style="color: #fcff01;">...</span>.<span style="color: #6aa84f;">...</span>..</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br />Historical Kenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04979801752112100293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56451385109293718.post-55924675415257726002023-10-27T13:29:00.005-04:002023-11-02T17:00:30.248-04:00Celebrating Autumn & Harvest At Greenfield Village - 2023<div style="text-align: center;"><div><i>Is there a better time of year than fall?</i></div><div><i>Is there a better place for fall than Greenfield Village?</i></div><div><i>Fall centers at Greenfield Village, I think you may agree.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><span style="color: #bf9000;">~~~</span><span style="color: #cc0000;">~~</span><span style="color: #bf9000;">~~~</span><span style="color: #38761d;">====</span><span style="color: #bf9000;">~~~</span><span style="color: #fcff01;">~~</span><span style="color: #bf9000;">~~~</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">Many tend to not think of Greenfield Village as an agricultural open-air museum.</div><div style="text-align: left;">But it is.</div><div style="text-align: left;">In fact, once you make it through the vast amount of photos in today's post, I think you'll agree that it centers as much on farming, farm life, and rural living as anything else. I mean, in those days of long ago, nearly everyone - city or country - farmed...or at the very least, had a kitchen garden.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Of course, being that the entirety of the museum centers (mostly) on 18th & 19th century life, even city folk in days of old can seem rural to us.</div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUg9QTgqDrAupSYT_Cl2jzFRuEwSpfaqRXWfcGpBInCaozd2tdLj9zIl3_Plhf9SRhrCZGllolmHo-kg29RHovdTwTz3-TzrrC6wanXTdLOZKhHnLkbx_71hi5KXXg3e0HmsIIUkJaUbrLr_B7jfAimui2s3fHVBzmXYvLaBSyf0bXjiUzRWSQ1cz0gw/s1100/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20102%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="712" data-original-width="1100" height="438" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUg9QTgqDrAupSYT_Cl2jzFRuEwSpfaqRXWfcGpBInCaozd2tdLj9zIl3_Plhf9SRhrCZGllolmHo-kg29RHovdTwTz3-TzrrC6wanXTdLOZKhHnLkbx_71hi5KXXg3e0HmsIIUkJaUbrLr_B7jfAimui2s3fHVBzmXYvLaBSyf0bXjiUzRWSQ1cz0gw/w676-h438/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20102%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="676" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-size: medium;">This is the front & back of a booklet handout I have from 2009~<br />It was when Greenfield Village was promoting and celebrating bringing </span><i><span style="font-size: medium;">"to life more than three centuries of food traditions through authentic experiences and products inspired by America's Food heritage."</span><br /></i></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioAeu-BsviuQ_zgMJNsB4EJ0SPx4EEYgoShi1AD9B2mf55KUWeIhCFT3we4wPvTPnkGxW9CsZowCfhI3EgTSYqkAloPlU3261LbySXaCZN5_LzmqjwJqTVf6Yd2l8HyhzN4nrweWlT3-extPb4TI7_FF7HjFkyEHfs1TQ_onkrD7DaKCozQyC8mI0cZA/s1126/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20101%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="732" data-original-width="1126" height="450" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioAeu-BsviuQ_zgMJNsB4EJ0SPx4EEYgoShi1AD9B2mf55KUWeIhCFT3we4wPvTPnkGxW9CsZowCfhI3EgTSYqkAloPlU3261LbySXaCZN5_LzmqjwJqTVf6Yd2l8HyhzN4nrweWlT3-extPb4TI7_FF7HjFkyEHfs1TQ_onkrD7DaKCozQyC8mI0cZA/w691-h450/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20101%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="691" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I've always very much enjoyed the agricultural aspects of Greenfield Village most of all.<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjKsmKdlimePpwUh5olOD7slr9jSOH0TlfUgKeTGZMAtWDliYcYoIqSaunjRE9ZxB3TSY5PuLyxctGwzpkDfOECa9MMpZJFKm7nbC9cKq81rSl5JeGu-Ec-Qt70_O0jiOF48qRqkQrs_1eugL2pGr7VL2ruF9MueE-UZmdNLHUPvUQH9VRO3viQ9j_hQ/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20000%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="459" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjKsmKdlimePpwUh5olOD7slr9jSOH0TlfUgKeTGZMAtWDliYcYoIqSaunjRE9ZxB3TSY5PuLyxctGwzpkDfOECa9MMpZJFKm7nbC9cKq81rSl5JeGu-Ec-Qt70_O0jiOF48qRqkQrs_1eugL2pGr7VL2ruF9MueE-UZmdNLHUPvUQH9VRO3viQ9j_hQ/w690-h459/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20000%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="690" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">More often than not, when I put on my period clothing I portray an 18th century farmer, so due to the research I've done on that subject, harvest time has become so important to me, much more than I ever could've imagined. Yes, even in our modern age.<br />I love the 1840 Daniel Webster quote on this sign.<br /><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Human-Dawn-Frame-Time-Life-Books/dp/0809464799/ref=sr_1_3?crid=2XDGNJHTVVYTG&keywords=time+life+dawn+of+man&qid=1698179653&s=books&sprefix=time+life+dawn+of+man%2Cstripbooks%2C82&sr=1-3">This book</a> is proof of his statement.</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div><br /></div><div><b><span style="color: red;">.</span> . </b> <b> <span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: medium;">.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I cannot imagine autumn without visiting historic Greenfield Village to see the many harvest activities taking place. Then there's the beauty <i>that <b>is</b></i> autumn. Greenfield Village literally taught me about the importance of fall and of harvest more than anywhere or anyone else. Oh, of course I knew about harvest time beforehand, but the Village "put it on the map" for me (so to speak) in a way that mere words or books simply cannot do. I can remember it was in the mid-1980s when I first began to frequent the Village often during these months of the year. They had recently restored and opened Firestone Farm and were putting all of their energy into this <i>"living history re-creation of life on a farm of the 1880s in Eastern Ohio."</i> Speaking with the workers back then, they laid out the future plans to me on how they were going to present history in such a living manner. <i>"Visitors to the farm will see activities that change throughout the year: spring planting and housekeeping, summer chores with crops and livestock, and fall harvesting and preparation for the winter. In the house, the barn, and the fields, there is always work to be done."</i> (1989 guidebook). </div><div style="text-align: left;">And in the 2013 Fall Flavor Weekend handout we read about their cooking, threshing, cider pressing, and plowing activities. </div><div style="text-align: left;">Just a few years before Firestone was brought to Greenfield Village, the colonial Daggett House was restored on the opposite end, and this was where they <i>"recreated activities of a rural household of the 1700s. They spin their own wool and spend much time with food preparation, making meals at an open hearth, and tending their garden." </i> (1992 guidebook). And then we read, in the 2014 Fall Flavor Weekend handout: <i>"The ladies are getting ready to serve up some onion pie, sausages, potato cake, dressed vegetables, and a pupton of apples for dessert.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>Learn the step-by-step process of brewing beer 18th century style at the Daggett Farmhouse. A hogshead or two may ease you through the harsh winter."</i></div><div style="text-align: left;">And in between these two houses and eras we would walk through time and witness all kinds of cooking of period foods and treats as well as the differing harvest activities past.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Well, though the Village is not, unfortunately, quite as active as it once was during harvest time, it is still the place to be during these months of autumn, for there are few photographic experiences in our area as historically beautiful as Greenfield Village during this time of year, with the ancient structures all lined along the streets, backdropped with the variety of trees showing their colorful glory.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">.</span><span style="color: #38761d;">......</span></span><span style="color: #e69138;">_</span><span style="font-size: large;">-</span><span style="color: #e69138;">_</span><span><b><span style="color: #990000; font-size: medium;">.....</span><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: x-large;">.</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbRY8K8LrRRP5lkkzQCFd5eKwIDa3gnyOEhR_wLkxqT1_vy-4v6IIXtz6JV7uYAf5dyuJvFi_-Twua4n-L0NifzWup4d4zxBM99ZqSgMWB3PLk7JexAaS9cnDM55DqgCBMJ7hm2XOwLY_naeDuAbSeCUfTnJg54X2Xj8X0bNE90WMF0Omy6rh2_CDxEg/s1071/q%202023%20-%2009-28%20001%20Family%20Autumn%20Trafitions.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1071" data-original-width="804" height="694" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbRY8K8LrRRP5lkkzQCFd5eKwIDa3gnyOEhR_wLkxqT1_vy-4v6IIXtz6JV7uYAf5dyuJvFi_-Twua4n-L0NifzWup4d4zxBM99ZqSgMWB3PLk7JexAaS9cnDM55DqgCBMJ7hm2XOwLY_naeDuAbSeCUfTnJg54X2Xj8X0bNE90WMF0Omy6rh2_CDxEg/w521-h694/q%202023%20-%2009-28%20001%20Family%20Autumn%20Trafitions.JPG" width="521" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">It's early September - school is now in session.<br />Or is it?<br />In the 19th century, districts organized their calendars around the needs of the community. Before 1900, most rural schools had two terms of schooling during the year–summer term from May until August and the winter term from November through April. It wasn't until after 1900 that nine-month school terms from September to May came into effect, as the country became less agricultural.<br />However, there are still rural districts that have terms more conducive to the farming community schedule.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div>Let's continue our visit - week by week:</div><div>Well, it's here - my favorite season of the year.</div><div>I find it pretty entertaining that so many get angry if I even hint at anything autumn while it's still supposedly summer. It could be one minute before the clock strikes Fall, and they'll still be, like, "It's still summer!"</div><div>But me? I follow the <span style="text-align: center;">“Meteorological Fall” - once September comes, it's fall. </span></div><div><span style="text-align: center;">So, since the first month of harvest technically is August, we're going to begin with a few pictures from that month to show how the changes from summer to fall occur on Earth's time - not man's calendar time.</span></div><div>One of the Village's best-kept secrets is how agricultural it actually is. <i>Historically</i> agricultural. In fact, As you have seen in that old Village handout I posted above it plainly states in large letters "<b>Rooted in the American Farm</b>." </div><div><span style="text-align: center;">So we'll begin this post with August 31, the last day before the "ber" ( or "burr!") months arrive.</span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2TmaPTxmvcAghcaFkX2GLff3OcA1-oiGMmvghdd8VHdoSMADWyy2r6IxNdfyBVU-9MWfZ3et5zfNLGmTO-92XN7lxi40rwnQ81ivuSJWUFxnXu8U9dDFD12h0euixHzOJLLXxYJwTd8b7jI1NzjQInuvv6smesJesQJ4BzsJtZPdLtxchCMs9WVrCfQ/s1200/q%202023%20-%2009-28%20009%20Family%20Autumn%20Trafitions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="461" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2TmaPTxmvcAghcaFkX2GLff3OcA1-oiGMmvghdd8VHdoSMADWyy2r6IxNdfyBVU-9MWfZ3et5zfNLGmTO-92XN7lxi40rwnQ81ivuSJWUFxnXu8U9dDFD12h0euixHzOJLLXxYJwTd8b7jI1NzjQInuvv6smesJesQJ4BzsJtZPdLtxchCMs9WVrCfQ/w693-h461/q%202023%20-%2009-28%20009%20Family%20Autumn%20Trafitions.jpg" width="693" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">This photo of a horse and carriage moving past the Birthplace (home) of Henry Ford (b. 1861) was taken the last day of August. You can clearly see seasonal change <br />already was in the air.<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My first stop nearly every visit is almost always down at the Daggett Farm.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">If I was living in the last half of the 18th century, this would probably not only be the kind of house I would be living in, but my lifestyle would more than likely be very similar to Samuel Daggett and his neighbors.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXdIEaORXU3XGMPI7shGbrF3IaGSQlj9e6WAPHbqUEbDLr51zEsB_zzPMt1t2k6VkWkqpXzwOsgcer-_jmqhpSJTCSSXBpV9Xmo782Tv6ObRQ3rBaP5nsKA91MNa9bnxjamWjinyRYPXLbA5pmmxJBeVSu4cIvJHJ-P1QAUhw-w-Eu8tzHOR7Zd_EH-g/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20027%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXdIEaORXU3XGMPI7shGbrF3IaGSQlj9e6WAPHbqUEbDLr51zEsB_zzPMt1t2k6VkWkqpXzwOsgcer-_jmqhpSJTCSSXBpV9Xmo782Tv6ObRQ3rBaP5nsKA91MNa9bnxjamWjinyRYPXLbA5pmmxJBeVSu4cIvJHJ-P1QAUhw-w-Eu8tzHOR7Zd_EH-g/w688-h458/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20027%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>Greenfield Village has the Daggett House and its presenters representing the 1760s. It's here where we get to witness a variety of chores and activities of the time from both men & women, including the making of a well sweep. </span><br /><span>(Click </span><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/09/the-spirit-of-samuel-daggett-lives-on.html">well sweep</a></span><span><span style="font-size: medium;"> for more information on this task)</span><br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEuWb7j1BDlTNM48RDHdKvzjwktexjLiF0WAlhrysYEuRh_dVkU6gtc1MPYdUD2HCaK7j9_EIieV7b7AYkrMsv2QDMh0H83RqL5qBbC_PUm0bQV1l-aN5ATI1cGTQEitc7_NA9fKH6h85jfTACBI-JBqQXSoNVxvVdq5RcEX5a8C_LHvfEoiHGKC7aLQ/s1200/q%202023%20-%2009-28%20007%20Family%20Autumn%20Trafitions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="462" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEuWb7j1BDlTNM48RDHdKvzjwktexjLiF0WAlhrysYEuRh_dVkU6gtc1MPYdUD2HCaK7j9_EIieV7b7AYkrMsv2QDMh0H83RqL5qBbC_PUm0bQV1l-aN5ATI1cGTQEitc7_NA9fKH6h85jfTACBI-JBqQXSoNVxvVdq5RcEX5a8C_LHvfEoiHGKC7aLQ/w694-h462/q%202023%20-%2009-28%20007%20Family%20Autumn%20Trafitions.jpg" width="694" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Roy was also preparing for the upcoming cooler weather by chopping wood for warmth as well as for cooking...and for beer brewing & the dyeing of wool.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">While in the kitchen - - - - </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyPS8aSHZJnTD9_WjYrPEf3tXlZ2ZOxBoibByL8YD5VS8-smaOTWorGqK9J7cOzPEYdi4Zzf0shIMw8Q8aYrrT126gKq657FLCem483zgTBEwRjB-vGckD5SZ6DhZfC7sROrZDBf39DPYtp8Ye987mOWNCm-Ixr1PU5BO-0AvyHctuORD6hJSmrde5EQ/s1200/q%202023%20-%2009-28%20015%20Family%20Autumn%20Trafitions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="469" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyPS8aSHZJnTD9_WjYrPEf3tXlZ2ZOxBoibByL8YD5VS8-smaOTWorGqK9J7cOzPEYdi4Zzf0shIMw8Q8aYrrT126gKq657FLCem483zgTBEwRjB-vGckD5SZ6DhZfC7sROrZDBf39DPYtp8Ye987mOWNCm-Ixr1PU5BO-0AvyHctuORD6hJSmrde5EQ/w705-h469/q%202023%20-%2009-28%20015%20Family%20Autumn%20Trafitions.jpg" width="705" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">...we see Ruth preparing a meal with vegetables fresh from the kitchen garden!<br />Harvesting from the kitchen garden can actually begin as early as late May or June with asparagus, but generally, most vegetables are ready in mid-to-late July. By late August, nearly everything is coming up, aside from some root vegetables.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGdMFohKSIctJL882OEwBJVg9zepih3aYHgVrYjioOx2FUX1zndCuwWe2SwLH7Mz8JxTtlqilBBJg4XVcnPpEUZueB7r0i19oW6M9XwMPM_aGnfdM0e7UYihZBVhYy8lcTZDN7Tz95-OuPy-q9rf04GXcKlMuryPH4NIwt7mp4n6d81W8EQlCw-86UpA/s840/q%202023%20-%2009-28%20010%20Family%20Autumn%20Trafitions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="678" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGdMFohKSIctJL882OEwBJVg9zepih3aYHgVrYjioOx2FUX1zndCuwWe2SwLH7Mz8JxTtlqilBBJg4XVcnPpEUZueB7r0i19oW6M9XwMPM_aGnfdM0e7UYihZBVhYy8lcTZDN7Tz95-OuPy-q9rf04GXcKlMuryPH4NIwt7mp4n6d81W8EQlCw-86UpA/w451-h678/q%202023%20-%2009-28%20010%20Family%20Autumn%20Trafitions.jpg" width="451" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Herbs and other items are being dried at the window.<br />Preservation.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">One of the items I saw hanging in the great hall was this corn broom.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidw5dWLU-il-kZthaI4WtjKfOR7SEqNZTDJ3ECgjI8TxKkeWBOmFZTlEnlDzvj-z2wpwIdiYPddNkKNDCoGENaN8Fnof-Xu0q9PS7apU0iM0InYTrQhEKuloIiShn6DPDuUacC1hP9qO3HbgeLqGTw9c2sq2l3eQHzITTX3BQYgg6Nj_e1RXn65YyUDQ/s840/q%202023%20-%2009-28%20017%20Family%20Autumn%20Trafitions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="770" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidw5dWLU-il-kZthaI4WtjKfOR7SEqNZTDJ3ECgjI8TxKkeWBOmFZTlEnlDzvj-z2wpwIdiYPddNkKNDCoGENaN8Fnof-Xu0q9PS7apU0iM0InYTrQhEKuloIiShn6DPDuUacC1hP9qO3HbgeLqGTw9c2sq2l3eQHzITTX3BQYgg6Nj_e1RXn65YyUDQ/w512-h770/q%202023%20-%2009-28%20017%20Family%20Autumn%20Trafitions.jpg" width="512" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I've not seen one of this sort before.<br />The corn husks are pressed into holes drilled in the birch branch.<br /><i>Brought to you by the autumn harvest!</i><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPX6cl55bBHoNwjAoZvuaycPRETj0D1uq6bPV2P10WjcueDLjl9vcc_i758TcuAefIM5YZaveIYGhDT4Ko0xe0mR5sVDDroOku2yGXFyFvCxKl07EtHB-Oi3hGAz-hFKXtjRSE345vbxtl_VbvTcU2BjKs8DealfRSttu67YQYlDdfj8g7GdGsvw9QWw/s1200/q%202023%20-%2009-28%20018%20Family%20Autumn%20Trafitions.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="444" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPX6cl55bBHoNwjAoZvuaycPRETj0D1uq6bPV2P10WjcueDLjl9vcc_i758TcuAefIM5YZaveIYGhDT4Ko0xe0mR5sVDDroOku2yGXFyFvCxKl07EtHB-Oi3hGAz-hFKXtjRSE345vbxtl_VbvTcU2BjKs8DealfRSttu67YQYlDdfj8g7GdGsvw9QWw/w668-h444/q%202023%20-%2009-28%20018%20Family%20Autumn%20Trafitions.jpg" width="668" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">There are numerous books that do a fine telling of colonial life, and one of my favorites is <a href="https://www.ebay.com/sch/i.html?_from=R40&_trksid=p4432023.m570.l1313&_nkw=cabin+faced+west+jean+fritz&_sacat=267">The Cabin Faced West</a> by Jean Fritz, a book I bought as a child (and still own my original copy!). In fact, The Cabin Faced West was, perhaps, the catalyst for my love of all things early American. This book gives a pretty accurate account of everyday life in the wilderness that eventually became western Pennsylvania ca 1780's and includes farming and family and how one family survived out on what was the frontier in those old colony days. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Written for the younger set but definitely can be enjoyed by older folks.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Oh, and I would be remiss if I didn't mention this filmed docudrama, which, from what I was told, used to be shown to Daggett workers many years ago: <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2016/04/the-past-is-foreign-place-immersed-in.html">A Midwife's Tale</a>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Throughout summer and then into fall I visited Greenfield Village pretty much every Thursday. I don't recall ever going weekly so consistently like that. I suppose that's what retired people can do! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ2Ld9hkbRmIKAWWWn_YvQZa64NfKZ3VGAu4ssZLhpxbwuJZB-WZsTaORPpNMN7t8ro_-XBCSwrXS0PF3s86qHk6emMLuzPz4pjTVASsWMcHmr0bBGWt80fDwxrPMcbSK7r5UO2J8SFPGaxhHA2U8drM1GjZZ8sYbxC-7s9I5O9XTHkIEeAmFxrcI5Ug/s1326/q%202023%20-%2009-28%20008%20Family%20Autumn%20Trafitions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="717" data-original-width="1326" height="374" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ2Ld9hkbRmIKAWWWn_YvQZa64NfKZ3VGAu4ssZLhpxbwuJZB-WZsTaORPpNMN7t8ro_-XBCSwrXS0PF3s86qHk6emMLuzPz4pjTVASsWMcHmr0bBGWt80fDwxrPMcbSK7r5UO2J8SFPGaxhHA2U8drM1GjZZ8sYbxC-7s9I5O9XTHkIEeAmFxrcI5Ug/w693-h374/q%202023%20-%2009-28%20008%20Family%20Autumn%20Trafitions.jpg" width="693" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">With it only being August 31, the changes are still more subtle at the 18th century Giddings House. But the leaves they are a-changin'!<br />Back about a decade ago, rural Daggett would tell visitors to make sure they went to the 18th century urban Giddings to see how city folk of the time lived. And vice versa - from Giddings to Daggett. That was quite a history lesson!</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-X1RbwTNbL43ZUomvqBgsbraZmPEwbR2nbeaTg7tyjewQT1UrbV5ZtSA_ooip4sUup5IaAl6u35iCB54ROMBsqv0xA8eLJswjwzjYAdYqvLfrVdKwbxBeCizLy-6lMvLImeEmvrTKY5GYtxXAQSU5JsS2gOeuarwxbXQ50luRZhtsTj9voedoVUPhkg/s1200/q%202023%20-%2009-28%20011%20Family%20Autumn%20Trafitions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="461" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-X1RbwTNbL43ZUomvqBgsbraZmPEwbR2nbeaTg7tyjewQT1UrbV5ZtSA_ooip4sUup5IaAl6u35iCB54ROMBsqv0xA8eLJswjwzjYAdYqvLfrVdKwbxBeCizLy-6lMvLImeEmvrTKY5GYtxXAQSU5JsS2gOeuarwxbXQ50luRZhtsTj9voedoVUPhkg/w693-h461/q%202023%20-%2009-28%20011%20Family%20Autumn%20Trafitions.jpg" width="693" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Taken August 31...<br />The 1830s Loranger Gristmill from Monroe, Michigan.<br />Once your wheat has been harvested and threshed, it was off to the gristmill to have it<br />ground into flour. Summer wheat, planted in the spring, would have been harvested in July. Then the wheat planted in late spring or early summer would be harvested in fall.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>Here is a same-spot picture taken four weeks later.</div><div>What a difference a month makes~</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiVSWr5kgDpVZ8rHcge9KI2IMvr_bBgR49FG-UQVaPpQWYhOF5IAQOD0THDmwb4d4zBaWKVO1t8vrU3p5dgVyEU4NPUX-LLESTcFxl9l7rq9aPOZal-rruxxoPD9KPgBtMvRm2zUaax34_R6j3dniKITCfVhmTGGurkKw4Op7ctS5rf_y_q7CJYUugng/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20019%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="457" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiVSWr5kgDpVZ8rHcge9KI2IMvr_bBgR49FG-UQVaPpQWYhOF5IAQOD0THDmwb4d4zBaWKVO1t8vrU3p5dgVyEU4NPUX-LLESTcFxl9l7rq9aPOZal-rruxxoPD9KPgBtMvRm2zUaax34_R6j3dniKITCfVhmTGGurkKw4Op7ctS5rf_y_q7CJYUugng/w687-h457/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20019%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="687" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">...September 28<br />When the season changes from summer to fall, the change is probably more noticeable than any other.</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">But for the next few photos, it is still the last day of August - - and we are continuing down the pathway to 1880s Firestone Farm.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaaieO6nEpjKl9Ee55V2P8iqXFYyyOuaKlG0eAAD7-iB6mTGG3HDhvAIavYmJGmLowS04wG_ukgrulEQ3n7GFF4UDKk4-vjLsBK7jUqjQBGeNAQdRyP0NDcQ15GzNEHomQCpJVcS1qk14-tSDEqIIsSuiwT8-e9GiVuAQfWycikMI7QrjfDvPbvjf8NA/s1200/q%202023%20-%2009-28%20002%20Family%20Autumn%20Trafitions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="454" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaaieO6nEpjKl9Ee55V2P8iqXFYyyOuaKlG0eAAD7-iB6mTGG3HDhvAIavYmJGmLowS04wG_ukgrulEQ3n7GFF4UDKk4-vjLsBK7jUqjQBGeNAQdRyP0NDcQ15GzNEHomQCpJVcS1qk14-tSDEqIIsSuiwT8-e9GiVuAQfWycikMI7QrjfDvPbvjf8NA/w683-h454/q%202023%20-%2009-28%20002%20Family%20Autumn%20Trafitions.jpg" width="683" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: left;">See the little red building in this country scene? This is known as the Martinsville Cider Mill, and is a replicated 19th century mill that was constructed inside of Greenfield Village in 1942 to conform with the actual 19th century cider making machinery from Martinsville, Michigan that Henry Ford had in his collection.<br /></span><span>On the left we have field (or feed) corn for the livestock placed in the various areas of the Village (but mostly at Firestone Farm). </span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidtPyE1ZIjqeUZdVO4_OT4QjSXvTdtR3Wzc57BHHO6vWs_ci2Rywi_2LwiMQgMbgNzs9rquvEk1JnyDLYEUOCNgJpSc8V1cAbUikv8XVuEeqGkxT4TLndAXy4oOv9a1i5qdMouVQwGo2Kd9P2tdE5BQrbx1rKp4b00Vxj6rlSK8RQZ9WpyndU7Br4K5g/s1200/q%202023%20-%2009-28%20002a%20Family%20Autumn%20Trafitions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidtPyE1ZIjqeUZdVO4_OT4QjSXvTdtR3Wzc57BHHO6vWs_ci2Rywi_2LwiMQgMbgNzs9rquvEk1JnyDLYEUOCNgJpSc8V1cAbUikv8XVuEeqGkxT4TLndAXy4oOv9a1i5qdMouVQwGo2Kd9P2tdE5BQrbx1rKp4b00Vxj6rlSK8RQZ9WpyndU7Br4K5g/w688-h458/q%202023%20-%2009-28%20002a%20Family%20Autumn%20Trafitions.jpg" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The field corn near the cider mill.<br />We're still on the last day of August here.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgDVEYe0Ik259Wk-kL8zA_UR5cYxaC0TTPuUAzzEu8cdOASw6L3ceORSRHWIyEOAzYzIRYVO3RE4NoJHBNNdWFK6JSSbg1ZrF2ZgnLt4YMV6KioCYuwh1sKzPtmlG0Wn-wJRzxSEFd7IEaJruQesMOAjMPWm_DwetSODkp9kD6WE3k9JF5pPzih-0AxA/s796/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20043%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="796" data-original-width="625" height="702" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgDVEYe0Ik259Wk-kL8zA_UR5cYxaC0TTPuUAzzEu8cdOASw6L3ceORSRHWIyEOAzYzIRYVO3RE4NoJHBNNdWFK6JSSbg1ZrF2ZgnLt4YMV6KioCYuwh1sKzPtmlG0Wn-wJRzxSEFd7IEaJruQesMOAjMPWm_DwetSODkp9kD6WE3k9JF5pPzih-0AxA/w551-h702/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20043%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="551" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Inside the Firestone Farm kitchen, Mackenzie prepares apples for a pie.<br />Depending on the variety, some apples are ready for picking in the<br />summer, though most are ready in late summer and fall.<br />There are also later fall apples such as the Roxbury Russet or the <br />Snow apples, which are usually ready for picking in later October.<br />Apples have always been an important commodity and home crop <br />since first brought to this continent in the 17th century.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCruzwRcxOL8tsQNLwJhpLdwYFFJL-dTWceS0eF5xnP5xOh1CiZnbKMnig6wBROwN8ntRZukFD8418mm6chf-21EIrLxZK7vb5PkzDiztJNicvIdTikk5n4TSTB0_haZixxixEJJhzg3suRI8_8ZTSIUWeWGPaWdsc0cGmSVqSq6NlqqlA7EWbKrZnPQ/s1200/q%202023%20-%2009-28%20013%20Family%20Autumn%20Trafitions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCruzwRcxOL8tsQNLwJhpLdwYFFJL-dTWceS0eF5xnP5xOh1CiZnbKMnig6wBROwN8ntRZukFD8418mm6chf-21EIrLxZK7vb5PkzDiztJNicvIdTikk5n4TSTB0_haZixxixEJJhzg3suRI8_8ZTSIUWeWGPaWdsc0cGmSVqSq6NlqqlA7EWbKrZnPQ/w689-h458/q%202023%20-%2009-28%20013%20Family%20Autumn%20Trafitions.jpg" width="689" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">In the Firestone cellar we can see the yield of the later summer harvest, all of which were grown right there on the farm in their kitchen garden.<br />I remember a few years back I was here in the cellar and there were other visitors talking about the fruits and vegetables there, and one of them said, "They get that from the store and bring it here for show." Another disagreed and said it wasn't real food, that it was fake and was also just for show. I couldn't help myself and I piped up (nicely) to inform these uninformed folk that what they saw here were the real deal, and that they actually grew and used everything down here as part of their daily meals, often including the meat hanging from the rafters. I then said for them to use their noses and they can surely smell the odors. Then to walk up the exit stairs and to check out the Firestone garden right outside the door where they could, many times, see one or more of the workers weeding. I also mentioned for them to see the heirloom apple orchard across the road, of which were used to bake pies, fritters, sauce, and other treats. The visitors were quite surprised and happy to hear this. I also said they can ask the farmers/presenters there any question and will get an even better answer than what I gave. <br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF1w_LsBfyi6FHYGY2TRX1vA6NbvyUW2g3nUyeQUfT9DmLMqJHhdqnbiHaqJB90TM2zhz_ro9Vxhm01YLIRM1LIbFXmHs1hWIdA4TW4NdI15OqZk8c-t_87gpnd49lAKuGutMAedTFaXGGsYXP_JlepVlVP4KZEdAsFF09VGIba5PJ-sI1QcXxdwhbHw/s1200/q%202023%20-%2009-28%20014%20Family%20Autumn%20Trafitions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="459" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF1w_LsBfyi6FHYGY2TRX1vA6NbvyUW2g3nUyeQUfT9DmLMqJHhdqnbiHaqJB90TM2zhz_ro9Vxhm01YLIRM1LIbFXmHs1hWIdA4TW4NdI15OqZk8c-t_87gpnd49lAKuGutMAedTFaXGGsYXP_JlepVlVP4KZEdAsFF09VGIba5PJ-sI1QcXxdwhbHw/w690-h459/q%202023%20-%2009-28%20014%20Family%20Autumn%20Trafitions.jpg" width="690" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The dried & salted meats hanging from the rafters, fresh-made jams on the shelves, <br />the variety of fruits & vegetables...soon to be joined by apples from the orchard.<br />Agricultural life in the 1880s.</span></td></tr></tbody></table></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhub9qBNBLOgUhLfsxXf_bZEnHVc2IProWB1wwpw7342qh88dt40zrswn9B1aA9EJZEMCi-HeAH1nobIu5UWBDOA9vUdGmXRdGX9DsHBusOUHpEKk_S5zlDu4x1_w542AlMwn_zLJ2T27uymMIYVXrAfRAgWwd23py_FOD_Q2Ey7rmHrqTyFAz9U7O9Zw/s1200/q%202023%20-%2009-28%20016%20Family%20Autumn%20Trafitions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="463" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhub9qBNBLOgUhLfsxXf_bZEnHVc2IProWB1wwpw7342qh88dt40zrswn9B1aA9EJZEMCi-HeAH1nobIu5UWBDOA9vUdGmXRdGX9DsHBusOUHpEKk_S5zlDu4x1_w542AlMwn_zLJ2T27uymMIYVXrAfRAgWwd23py_FOD_Q2Ey7rmHrqTyFAz9U7O9Zw/w696-h463/q%202023%20-%2009-28%20016%20Family%20Autumn%20Trafitions.jpg" width="696" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>Tom Kemper, one of the Firestone Farmers, has taken pictures from this same spot and angle for years, and I've always enjoyed the look and feel of it. I'm not saying others didn't do it before him, but his was the first I took note of. Ever since, so many of us have done the same. It just opens up a world of an 1880s farm scene. And there's the little red cider mill off on the left.</span><br /><span>Farm living is the life for me...</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div style="text-align: left;">Earlier I mentioned a great book about colonial life called The Cabin Faced West. Well, I feel I should also mention what I consider to be the best book written about farm life, bar none: <a href="https://www.ebay.com/sch/i.html?_from=R40&_trksid=p4432023.m570.l1313&_nkw=farmer+boy+laura+ingalls+wilder&_sacat=267">"Farmer Boy"</a> by Laura Ingalls Wilder, which is the biographical work of her husband, Almanzo. It is the telling of the adventures of pioneer family (farm) life in the late 1800s. Don't let the fact that this book was/is considered a children's book dissuade you from checking it out, for it is so well written and filled with excellent information that it can easily be applied to Firestone Farm. I have read it about a half-dozen times - most recently earlier this year - and Ms. Wilder brings this Victorian era of farming to life in story-form like no other, and it is done seasonally, with no stones unturned. I am surprised the Greenfield Village store does not sell copies.</div><div style="text-align: left;">They really should.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">August is now ended...</div><div style="text-align: left;">The month of September rolled around, and I continued on with my Thursday visits. It became a weekly habit that I looked forward to.</div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4sogBVmMQ9eTPAVRvB3u2P2ibP3G6Y04MlHnednr0MLqOiCeTNyhwvNb-ZaBGc7GwqF4fezgT8MVtYmpKHO9a-ydVxiyb6u04DE3d9ocBoa-H81zgWVt3Bg_a0-JMVFtZbqzgeWWIlYboEeuqaYl6UVnLBJ-ghqoAcPOgobAWDQ8Lx5etAIu6ErYpTQ/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20040%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="456" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4sogBVmMQ9eTPAVRvB3u2P2ibP3G6Y04MlHnednr0MLqOiCeTNyhwvNb-ZaBGc7GwqF4fezgT8MVtYmpKHO9a-ydVxiyb6u04DE3d9ocBoa-H81zgWVt3Bg_a0-JMVFtZbqzgeWWIlYboEeuqaYl6UVnLBJ-ghqoAcPOgobAWDQ8Lx5etAIu6ErYpTQ/w686-h456/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20040%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="686" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The entrance to Greenfield Village - - yeah...the calendar says September 7, but fall has definitely come to Michigan two weeks before the astronomical equinox date came!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9omMBwzXZT63KwWKjyOEd3Azj6iwgC4DRVjaMqvXxV5fF9Q1MI6zIOacy4MIfYVjch7bRbK1JlDwCJjHLuj7zEsOdrZ2rzAArY4zD217NLviXDjYBqbI0ng_RlwHyvfs3mnvWdwFMdwvXc0Hl5xymEB8b_0Xz1LMO-JK3ypEu41CkrH2i_r5TvJPsqg/s1271/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20003%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="814" data-original-width="1271" height="443" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9omMBwzXZT63KwWKjyOEd3Azj6iwgC4DRVjaMqvXxV5fF9Q1MI6zIOacy4MIfYVjch7bRbK1JlDwCJjHLuj7zEsOdrZ2rzAArY4zD217NLviXDjYBqbI0ng_RlwHyvfs3mnvWdwFMdwvXc0Hl5xymEB8b_0Xz1LMO-JK3ypEu41CkrH2i_r5TvJPsqg/w690-h443/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20003%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="690" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Once again, the Birthplace of Henry Ford. <br />This was Henry Ford's first restoration project but the last building he personally <br />brought to Greenfield Village before he died.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>And, of course, from there I scamper all the way down to the Daggett Farm House, then work my way back up to the front.</div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6_ZC0mOxeuzCV4vYl4pRqIdN3fI-dKlistjK_ZUebOlK01h11Xfqfp7jBMhzTtxUnXB2KziEVUfJi9PAW6r7cWVZXXgX4Kwwxig73A8k5BJpcF5BulXko17nnnV5y-uvQv0AFCBCMCxzCfre5rkMpo8AXHXroK3mpg8sHTQyQ-xv8Zbwe0mLy5w3Fgw/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20025%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="468" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6_ZC0mOxeuzCV4vYl4pRqIdN3fI-dKlistjK_ZUebOlK01h11Xfqfp7jBMhzTtxUnXB2KziEVUfJi9PAW6r7cWVZXXgX4Kwwxig73A8k5BJpcF5BulXko17nnnV5y-uvQv0AFCBCMCxzCfre5rkMpo8AXHXroK3mpg8sHTQyQ-xv8Zbwe0mLy5w3Fgw/w704-h468/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20025%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="704" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">On this first Thursday in September we find Kirsten working in the kitchen garden, <br />continuing to harvest needed items for their meals.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN4NLkhsLHXHZIZ9mqz571tFsqyqdkIWx-Quu0LYysb8TCrTdkZD5P31AyS2mjp-ixz1BbrclQaqKPjE5rAkSbfTqkyJmrYGxP1lIT31FVWjsp_4u_ijjLzWndreUhstnM_ZXaQEeZxXDG6IW-Q44-GxhKzcYn-IB_68bsAS_TeZarBmKy6GmqpdoSLQ/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20004%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN4NLkhsLHXHZIZ9mqz571tFsqyqdkIWx-Quu0LYysb8TCrTdkZD5P31AyS2mjp-ixz1BbrclQaqKPjE5rAkSbfTqkyJmrYGxP1lIT31FVWjsp_4u_ijjLzWndreUhstnM_ZXaQEeZxXDG6IW-Q44-GxhKzcYn-IB_68bsAS_TeZarBmKy6GmqpdoSLQ/w640-h426/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20004%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Melissa is inside preparing to cook what Kersten harvests...<br />Isn't this a cozy scene?</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr_MQrFTpcT8TsokPR-f7kF2Onb9PJq5bpKns-Pd3F5EfyYyfMR0AXNvY0sk5SeE4-aJShatLGEOXKdDS0IRT0n5SITQF7eG8HKlto3BoQiDmn_o9yURqF2JTFMCdUJcHTtXAwUdG8HKg91ApnvWy3ZU-fja4pJXfKBvnwhsrzz2Szf9jQxhgdWuEbQg/s1319/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20084%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="717" data-original-width="1319" height="376" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr_MQrFTpcT8TsokPR-f7kF2Onb9PJq5bpKns-Pd3F5EfyYyfMR0AXNvY0sk5SeE4-aJShatLGEOXKdDS0IRT0n5SITQF7eG8HKlto3BoQiDmn_o9yURqF2JTFMCdUJcHTtXAwUdG8HKg91ApnvWy3ZU-fja4pJXfKBvnwhsrzz2Szf9jQxhgdWuEbQg/w692-h376/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20084%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="692" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And Roy continues his well-sweep project.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div>Then moving up the road a bit to the McGuffey Cabin...</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhWIjQsxG50ak-IRX7XCiIwDfR0rsuDW7IOS-KxPJltPs72EgQt2gSQ-4xIYr_RvzqQQlZ3eBXNLhJv_-4O5BokxkBGTmBfPbBRqI-WzxUXy0AbtomtgCCw9PfnvZocRbUqlchXf8qZYDuHf-nufVTERqAGYpwqGAjv8wPKvQHzS8jQXMEigpIE6NsFw/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20042%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="459" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhWIjQsxG50ak-IRX7XCiIwDfR0rsuDW7IOS-KxPJltPs72EgQt2gSQ-4xIYr_RvzqQQlZ3eBXNLhJv_-4O5BokxkBGTmBfPbBRqI-WzxUXy0AbtomtgCCw9PfnvZocRbUqlchXf8qZYDuHf-nufVTERqAGYpwqGAjv8wPKvQHzS8jQXMEigpIE6NsFw/w689-h459/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20042%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="689" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Inside the McGuffey Cabin, showing the year 1800, we can see a few items that perhaps came from Mrs. McGuffey's own kitchen garden.<br />Looks like she made candles as well, for I see a fresh one in the candle stick.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiutdvwPu-RfPKwOlqFLWOtbQW-5aEj95UK_8-DWhJAO5oT6tiKuhPOxtkdz5QoMTBjCE1Pz4HI3hE5P0dj2xkZGWrG8_2PBOOMI9jVNNIuWW769p4_oTtuHNt0O84LAfA9i5qF3G7-EJ7fkNArgAv42wpfp5SGJLUtGH_fqHNBhprawPnGCfLSB0gEEg/s1512/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20043%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="813" data-original-width="1512" height="344" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiutdvwPu-RfPKwOlqFLWOtbQW-5aEj95UK_8-DWhJAO5oT6tiKuhPOxtkdz5QoMTBjCE1Pz4HI3hE5P0dj2xkZGWrG8_2PBOOMI9jVNNIuWW769p4_oTtuHNt0O84LAfA9i5qF3G7-EJ7fkNArgAv42wpfp5SGJLUtGH_fqHNBhprawPnGCfLSB0gEEg/w640-h344/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20043%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Detroit history~</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Welcome the Detroit Central Farmer's Market, originally built in Detroit</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">in 1861 - the newest addition to Greenfield Village. </span></div></div></td></tr></tbody></table>In the fall, farmers from all around would bring their yield to Detroit's Central Farmer's Market to sell. It would be packed with farmers selling their fruits and vegetables, and carriages pulled by horses would be lined up all around. Something else I learned, which sort of ties together the overall story of Greenfield Village is the telling of the Ford family’s possible ties to the market: it could very well be that Henry’s family would have used the central market as did the rest of the large extended Ford family.<div>Isn't that great?? It all just seems to come full circle!</div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1CWoaQZnmwZY_WOyZy4P0tvYUSI7Tr0qRvxI9BwDpwta8vpmvzqnT800UDPifMXIX8HTHnacN3BrRwa1WbKIPQD8b6X0bxD89fSFdcqcOSwZz6C1isOaXnnrD7Uu-UvXP8vOv-fWHVie8RZ4kJboMNbQ5UuUUDPAs5W0nF0SFiPZXxKBShaSRvNspFA/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20044%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1CWoaQZnmwZY_WOyZy4P0tvYUSI7Tr0qRvxI9BwDpwta8vpmvzqnT800UDPifMXIX8HTHnacN3BrRwa1WbKIPQD8b6X0bxD89fSFdcqcOSwZz6C1isOaXnnrD7Uu-UvXP8vOv-fWHVie8RZ4kJboMNbQ5UuUUDPAs5W0nF0SFiPZXxKBShaSRvNspFA/w640-h426/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20044%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Meanwhile, over at the kitchen garden at Firestone Farm...</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><div><div>A kitchen garden is self-explanatory in that what is grown in this plot of land is what the women of the house will use for cooking and canning in the kitchen, and she could also grow medicinal plants and even some to be used for dyeing wool.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMqzKI5Y6dWGHtphliMcMvWNWyUmm9pFbLKZZ-sbtzS_uW9Fz0i9pJTI0Tc9WF3HbcbWWVF_bPptgzVineW-d5lgEMKQsOT7yfFJtS57PN4r2rrpiNDQfov9gBlRe_5JGtUrHqyle-8dt0O7GT_dS567pZtGDn8l4ppbjavqRldH6Q2Bkc_U1ZLrIV_w/s805/q%202023%20-%2009-28%20012%20Family%20Autumn%20Trafitions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="805" data-original-width="593" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMqzKI5Y6dWGHtphliMcMvWNWyUmm9pFbLKZZ-sbtzS_uW9Fz0i9pJTI0Tc9WF3HbcbWWVF_bPptgzVineW-d5lgEMKQsOT7yfFJtS57PN4r2rrpiNDQfov9gBlRe_5JGtUrHqyle-8dt0O7GT_dS567pZtGDn8l4ppbjavqRldH6Q2Bkc_U1ZLrIV_w/w472-h640/q%202023%20-%2009-28%20012%20Family%20Autumn%20Trafitions.jpg" width="472" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>Looking out the Firestone Farm dining room window, </span><br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: medium;">the tall feed corn can be seen in the front field.</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqzp9o4ZmeNkUdHKaNxhSZRoW5VgwDt8PAtxHuRTscLcNabVrj9bA5MIi9RwGL1KRlYS6vSwIWUsTYEK6TbYIwxvKMEC7hYMijDD75V3CW6joX75FcQIbyR6ynA3H9NAkmMfmiUZOQvJfw_qqJ31P4k0Hi08yZsRCmoE7XAvZoa5Vn92KbqTJi2bEkPA/s1520/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20033%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="878" data-original-width="1520" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqzp9o4ZmeNkUdHKaNxhSZRoW5VgwDt8PAtxHuRTscLcNabVrj9bA5MIi9RwGL1KRlYS6vSwIWUsTYEK6TbYIwxvKMEC7hYMijDD75V3CW6joX75FcQIbyR6ynA3H9NAkmMfmiUZOQvJfw_qqJ31P4k0Hi08yZsRCmoE7XAvZoa5Vn92KbqTJi2bEkPA/w692-h400/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20033%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="692" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">On September 14, I took another snap of the Ford Home first thing. <br />I really enjoy the comparisons between the weeks.<br />Even of the sun's angle.</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div>The weather was fairly warm, with highs nearing 80, pretty typical for mid-September in the metro-Detroit area. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM_viZheynOSMEoW9G_0-41CcPbayLngG6EMfmDoAIIw5rEuNHQsgpmTx0Obg4ea-w21LmE6-Sm0CcnjzLD1DQ79dJbNX_ZDdvZZbo8z45rSQIt6J6R_YCpdE0HerjMlW3H5ayDXknUF4NU3iBAEc0-zb-IqyOTAktVS0d9hGkqHlsZyG1iVayCBRkPg/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20085%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="460" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM_viZheynOSMEoW9G_0-41CcPbayLngG6EMfmDoAIIw5rEuNHQsgpmTx0Obg4ea-w21LmE6-Sm0CcnjzLD1DQ79dJbNX_ZDdvZZbo8z45rSQIt6J6R_YCpdE0HerjMlW3H5ayDXknUF4NU3iBAEc0-zb-IqyOTAktVS0d9hGkqHlsZyG1iVayCBRkPg/w691-h460/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20085%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="691" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The well-sweep wasn't the only thing Roy was working on - he also put together new <br />poles for the firepit.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUVk3F01YFJ0QwFWWgZIKjecdgiKMj2BxZ0MXO5uw8R3colmQo7Slcuem2rJn7-An_BSvzWl3G-oo1nbKfITbT-1N91d7Tobr_WXOXmEFM8u0fXLeMl-si3J-IFHkbeGkhnGIOuS7ucIaU2kADBqCAk5ME4jrhDKtkpGXIShYcWWCQvNdnUvPpaR6CKQ/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20086%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="479" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUVk3F01YFJ0QwFWWgZIKjecdgiKMj2BxZ0MXO5uw8R3colmQo7Slcuem2rJn7-An_BSvzWl3G-oo1nbKfITbT-1N91d7Tobr_WXOXmEFM8u0fXLeMl-si3J-IFHkbeGkhnGIOuS7ucIaU2kADBqCAk5ME4jrhDKtkpGXIShYcWWCQvNdnUvPpaR6CKQ/w720-h479/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20086%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="720" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The ladies of the Daggett House look on...</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_NFzdFWAtB6qW0Voq8t5Ny_Y0OWz4J8I-j4CQQk2FFZyG5TIX6BeBc9hSA1y0VS-uR8_T8VoUbqVJpHoGyn2tEEBcmkZME7It1u8ToRqaza2ISDpfkYgupOMWG3M7FDvBLjTDjGCHhLCRxbowP64CB93Zm_GZ8DZKL9PHqjR-59UORpXHn3ydQYKBjQ/s1247/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20087%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="763" data-original-width="1247" height="421" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_NFzdFWAtB6qW0Voq8t5Ny_Y0OWz4J8I-j4CQQk2FFZyG5TIX6BeBc9hSA1y0VS-uR8_T8VoUbqVJpHoGyn2tEEBcmkZME7It1u8ToRqaza2ISDpfkYgupOMWG3M7FDvBLjTDjGCHhLCRxbowP64CB93Zm_GZ8DZKL9PHqjR-59UORpXHn3ydQYKBjQ/w686-h421/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20087%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="686" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The Susquehanna House was once thought to be from the 17th century. After extensive research it was found to be from the 1840s.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQle3_hcIe2y254hT-ujCLJGtSPrQSNYrL2G5easFEXskDlAgbksFd6G_FWfzrQvpkE7HxqyBwELpw443GqDENyLk8U_7ntTG3ydJY8WcVmWD7tdKVjjebUa4ADaC4QkvCKv2dPNnU_TVVN33s2wCNmxxOiAIECTS0tgm7FuGU0ineSwhh-X70cRIg0g/s1403/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20036%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="844" data-original-width="1403" height="415" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQle3_hcIe2y254hT-ujCLJGtSPrQSNYrL2G5easFEXskDlAgbksFd6G_FWfzrQvpkE7HxqyBwELpw443GqDENyLk8U_7ntTG3ydJY8WcVmWD7tdKVjjebUa4ADaC4QkvCKv2dPNnU_TVVN33s2wCNmxxOiAIECTS0tgm7FuGU0ineSwhh-X70cRIg0g/w689-h415/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20036%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="689" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>My favorite eatery, bar none: the 1831 Eagle Tavern.</span><br /><span>It may have been built in the early 1830s, but it can still easily pass for one<br />built nearly a hundred years earlier.<br />Notice the autumn leaves...~</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>One Autumn night, in Greenfield town,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Across the meadows bare and brown,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The windows of the tavern / inn</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Gleamed red with fire-light through the leaves</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Of woodbine, hanging from the eaves</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Their crimson curtains rent and thin.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>As ancient is this hostelry</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>As any in the land may be,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Built in the old 1830s day,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>When men lived in a grander way,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>With ampler hospitality;</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>A kind of old Hobgoblin Hall,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Now repaired from its decay,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>With weather-stains upon the wall,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>And stairways worn, and crazy doors,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>And creaking and uneven floors,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">And chimneys huge, and tiled and tall.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Yes, I changed up Henry Wadsworth Longfellow’s “Prelude; The Wayside Inn” (from 1863) a bit to sort of make it fit somewhat with the photo.</div></div></div><div><br /></div><div>I did enjoy a fine roast - as good as any roast I ever had!</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj175aayUHUtb-iguDfIm0J6oWj4mmdLOHkk_-vDAxSkPJurMG-bWZZX7-IYDdI3DSxp0KDVZh7b3Bffb3OaMYrGI7evUY4zZEQm5cnSLnHtBrltMa8D86f4PYi03xFN01gwsU7Blt_iGbTO_Pt37KUIbB2yDZL3QxHFlPIklT5BBHucVwAwa7737S6qw/s840/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20072%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="682" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj175aayUHUtb-iguDfIm0J6oWj4mmdLOHkk_-vDAxSkPJurMG-bWZZX7-IYDdI3DSxp0KDVZh7b3Bffb3OaMYrGI7evUY4zZEQm5cnSLnHtBrltMa8D86f4PYi03xFN01gwsU7Blt_iGbTO_Pt37KUIbB2yDZL3QxHFlPIklT5BBHucVwAwa7737S6qw/w454-h682/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20072%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="454" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Aside from the excellent food, it's the ambience that sets <br />the Eagle Tavern apart from most restaurants.<br />No electric lighting - just candle light.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSyNGtP8oS-ELQ4qI1pPiFHrokD1kyCQi0PShLBY7qUbHqJPL_TNrCAClpV9xk7QZEFJL2aPMEBVLlKqh49ZiVY9p1ygoXxE9KjV6mxyjMO8Tymdxp7ftr93Wnb30Q4wgns6czNzzqmxXIvjGbKAlUq8HyqMDFh9I-SuSJawzNE4NZb0wpSPA_0C8HBA/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20071%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="457" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSyNGtP8oS-ELQ4qI1pPiFHrokD1kyCQi0PShLBY7qUbHqJPL_TNrCAClpV9xk7QZEFJL2aPMEBVLlKqh49ZiVY9p1ygoXxE9KjV6mxyjMO8Tymdxp7ftr93Wnb30Q4wgns6czNzzqmxXIvjGbKAlUq8HyqMDFh9I-SuSJawzNE4NZb0wpSPA_0C8HBA/w687-h457/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20071%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="687" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The pub<b>/</b>barroom window.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div></div><div>On my way to Firestone Farm, I ran into the farmers there who had field work to do:</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsGyBSbpnMiM9DWMzmPdptekLaNYeUGmnX4Zh8r_bkXccYYnpv6HYeewS5WjR4Q74IzzjjN9YRJl_8e3KiJ3KAvs2i7gAS9EjeoRsnMRYv_8ACfqr0mpfaA_1CA8Q31x-wDbKVNxtgOqwurttZxi5ir7qntJxlctMx4zCqodBGOjEiLfOjRFzpUKgZgw/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20088%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="454" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsGyBSbpnMiM9DWMzmPdptekLaNYeUGmnX4Zh8r_bkXccYYnpv6HYeewS5WjR4Q74IzzjjN9YRJl_8e3KiJ3KAvs2i7gAS9EjeoRsnMRYv_8ACfqr0mpfaA_1CA8Q31x-wDbKVNxtgOqwurttZxi5ir7qntJxlctMx4zCqodBGOjEiLfOjRFzpUKgZgw/w682-h454/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20088%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="682" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Firestone Farmers...<br />They do work in the field throughout the planting, growing, and harvest seasons.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>I continued toward the house - - - </div><div>And so, let's look to Washington Irving for an 18th century description of autumn:</div><div><div><div>"...his eye, ever open to every symptom of culinary abundance, ranged with delight over the treasures of jolly autumn. On all sides he beheld vast store of apples; some hanging in oppressive opulence on the trees; some gathered into baskets and barrels for the market; others heaped up in rich piles for the cider press. Farther on he beheld great fields of Indian corn, with its golden ears peeping from their leafy coverts, and holding out the promise of cakes and hasty pudding; and the yellow pumpkins lying beneath them, turning up their fair round bellies to the sun; and giving ample prospects of the most luxurious of pies..." </div><div>(from Legend of Sleepy Hollow) </div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsuO5HJRGG4gH4NoNOsCXD4qE4DoeQNqYMzMHuKlJQGxXF8mb8WQ9URa52aYBBd3dZqc8T8e2YNU8VDePeS9SnKtnVK6oIkSuqVRPjJauw1oXXw3fYIB8WIStTi0QsHphePZNneYPk88qOtkeMLStdR2tgZazO5qTCWZEIza9y-imykXyr6KWlyB3Pjg/s996/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20021%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="880" data-original-width="996" height="609" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsuO5HJRGG4gH4NoNOsCXD4qE4DoeQNqYMzMHuKlJQGxXF8mb8WQ9URa52aYBBd3dZqc8T8e2YNU8VDePeS9SnKtnVK6oIkSuqVRPjJauw1oXXw3fYIB8WIStTi0QsHphePZNneYPk88qOtkeMLStdR2tgZazO5qTCWZEIza9y-imykXyr6KWlyB3Pjg/w689-h609/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20021%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="689" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>...he beheld vast store of apples; some hanging in oppressive opulence on the trees;</i><br />This is one of the heirloom apple trees planted at Greenfield Village - Baldwin. The Baldwin apples originated in Massachusetts around 1740.<br style="text-align: center;" /><span style="text-align: center;">No, I am not actually picking an apple - I know better!</span></span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><div>Also, just to note how important apples for cider was to Samuel Daggett - and to most in those pre-20th century days - from his own account book we see that in the year 1763: "I made 21 barils of cider."</div><div>And the following years he also made:</div><div>1764 - 7 barils</div><div>1765 - 16 barils</div><div>1766 - 8 barils</div><div>1767 - 10 barils</div><div>1768 - 20 barils</div><div>1769 - 19 barils</div></div><div>(Samuel's spelling)</div><div>Rumor has it they are supposed to plant heirloom apple trees over at or near the Daggett Farm - if this is true, it makes me immensely happy!</div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOYaz5BJQno9YbcyscoLG3BALSBl_pd7CRND4H2sg3yE1qQUSYVM8jys_oHHd4cm3581CurwIDTfUUHyRM5e4yEvVn2SxOItKybOY8w4tDiVx6u9E2KS5yjWd4l921rlkYJmYg-mCeXNJWvKlZiIYoIW9TIRNRLB6h5SDwaYFcZhm4DIMjHiqUJZfmKg/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20048%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOYaz5BJQno9YbcyscoLG3BALSBl_pd7CRND4H2sg3yE1qQUSYVM8jys_oHHd4cm3581CurwIDTfUUHyRM5e4yEvVn2SxOItKybOY8w4tDiVx6u9E2KS5yjWd4l921rlkYJmYg-mCeXNJWvKlZiIYoIW9TIRNRLB6h5SDwaYFcZhm4DIMjHiqUJZfmKg/w688-h458/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20048%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Just the same as Daggett, the ladies of Firestone worked to prepare the noon-time dinner meal. Of course, afterward, as we see here, they must clean up - all in the same manner as was done in the mid-1880s.<br />Clean up time is clean up time. <br />However, put someone in period clothing....</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /></div><div>Well, now, here we go to another Thursday - this time one week later - September 21. Most people have a tendency to think of September 21st as the Autumnal Equinox (first day of the <span style="text-align: center;">Astronomical Fall)</span>, but, well, here is<span style="text-align: center;"> a fun fact for you: the Autumnal Equinox usually occurs on September 22 or 23, though it can very rarely fall on September 21 or September 24. A September 21 equinox has not happened for several millennia. However, in the 21st century, it will happen twice—in 2092 and 2096.</span></div><div><span style="text-align: center;">Imagine that!</span></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3tQ0RTAunU-8a7oQugkVIWC7YonJdcfjlMSVd65F8Rz6w301q3slQqFC-6n-GUduiRlhdgmT-Pa6qPnjUi6iTLYV8qOukNVAYowCcapapFwxiASm3m9j7bjxCtYoLv_76PeD__oXI_g4amM8nUqPM33GOs__i_-HzeM_OJqqBuIviM37NGkwP0C-YKg/s1440/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20049%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="752" data-original-width="1440" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3tQ0RTAunU-8a7oQugkVIWC7YonJdcfjlMSVd65F8Rz6w301q3slQqFC-6n-GUduiRlhdgmT-Pa6qPnjUi6iTLYV8qOukNVAYowCcapapFwxiASm3m9j7bjxCtYoLv_76PeD__oXI_g4amM8nUqPM33GOs__i_-HzeM_OJqqBuIviM37NGkwP0C-YKg/w690-h360/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20049%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="690" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And here we are again!<br />Welcome to another week (September 21) and another Ford photo!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">But I caught one of the Ford workers working in the kitchen garden!</div></div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1JNbLlLQaxNGBngfJhPXlpV2h-Xrikb1VMwKaq0sA4q6V-TNjv_JaVNuj6eETx0WojfVlm0FaF_O1obTKod2j5fKiCS9LQEh4D_QLjyNvig-qZTATP0J7Dg3aKgNziiBjCKdl8g-zEcf06EYQk8HKIJ5rb5VPva1EqF-0aOPGYKECLVKqPAWuowumxw/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20044%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="462" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1JNbLlLQaxNGBngfJhPXlpV2h-Xrikb1VMwKaq0sA4q6V-TNjv_JaVNuj6eETx0WojfVlm0FaF_O1obTKod2j5fKiCS9LQEh4D_QLjyNvig-qZTATP0J7Dg3aKgNziiBjCKdl8g-zEcf06EYQk8HKIJ5rb5VPva1EqF-0aOPGYKECLVKqPAWuowumxw/w694-h462/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20044%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="694" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">One doesn't necessarily notice just how agricultural Greenfield Village is until the <br />autumn time of year. As noted earlier: "Rooted in the American Farm." </span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0Ae7OiNLmXpch7wHB7ZJN2yqxsXW1jeHo-8ItAWkHa3LuR-n3laQc_fNiOGraLYOp3-35S28tbWst6uQDGVnKW5htgQYpBiJkog6US9ZHfRcQH8gz8DfKLup5_Y61OyTzeh6a3JJw7SyUi9YW6PLOYTHaTWEEqCM_PNQUrvr_iQKePkMXbn9eiJJJrw/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20051%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="457" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0Ae7OiNLmXpch7wHB7ZJN2yqxsXW1jeHo-8ItAWkHa3LuR-n3laQc_fNiOGraLYOp3-35S28tbWst6uQDGVnKW5htgQYpBiJkog6US9ZHfRcQH8gz8DfKLup5_Y61OyTzeh6a3JJw7SyUi9YW6PLOYTHaTWEEqCM_PNQUrvr_iQKePkMXbn9eiJJJrw/w688-h457/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20051%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">In the Ford yard we see that Greenfield Village is preparing for their month-long Hallowe'en event, which takes place for most of October. The Village employees fondly call this pumpkin scarecrow Mr. Irving, after Sleepy Hollow author Washington Irving.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div>But there's no time to dilly-dally - it's off to the Daggett House!</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk5zj08UGSWZM1u3ljFXwIva6VZZbkNW5S09WWceU5zfIhJHN1qg4O8cAJY6htXO-lC7Y1l9u5U4SwVN3Pg8l4DPqZ2rG0xELgB0gOnVj5gxX3Cm2v4z1fXit0K7A69-50ohlE63gOLXDzFjN8Ln29xzBxDyIXCGKAEjxK_NBwtK54Iu8D8nty11Oy6Q/s1382/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20050%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="749" data-original-width="1382" height="372" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk5zj08UGSWZM1u3ljFXwIva6VZZbkNW5S09WWceU5zfIhJHN1qg4O8cAJY6htXO-lC7Y1l9u5U4SwVN3Pg8l4DPqZ2rG0xELgB0gOnVj5gxX3Cm2v4z1fXit0K7A69-50ohlE63gOLXDzFjN8Ln29xzBxDyIXCGKAEjxK_NBwtK54Iu8D8nty11Oy6Q/w688-h372/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20050%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Well, here it is – the most majestic house in Greenfield Village</span><span style="font-size: large;">.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">When first brought to Greenfield Village back in the late 1970s, it was called “The Connecticut Saltbox.”</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">What is known as a saltbox-style house today was called either a lean-to or a breakback during the 18th century (and not “saltbox”), and it was a very popular architectural style in colonial Connecticut<b>/</b>New England. In fact, our 2nd President, John Adams, was born in such a home (in Massachusetts). </span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div><div>This type of architecture design is a direct descendent of rural houses in medieval England. English settlers in America created this manner of engineering by adapting said medieval house form to meet the different needs and weather of northeast America. The most distinctive feature is the asymmetrical gable roof, which has a short roof plane in the front and a long roof plane in the rear, extending over a lean-to, in this case, the kitchen. I have read that this form got its "saltbox" name years later from the similarly shaped small chests used for storing salt at that time. Its design also reveals the layout of the interior where little effort is made to disguise the wooden structural members.</div><div>The style was perfect for the harsh New England climate.</div><div>I had only been to Greenfield Village one time before this house was brought there, and I don’t remember much of that corner of the Village from way back in 1973. It wasn’t until 1983 that I began to visit again – Daggett House was already in place – and it immediately became my favorite (along with the George Matthew Adams House). Not to say I don’t like other houses (Firestone Farm, Plympton, and Giddings are high on my list of favorites), but the Daggett House just spoke to me. Perhaps it was my English heritage and early American ancestors who were doing the “speaking,” who knows? The point is, it is the house I have always been most attached to. I am very honored that so many associate me with it.</div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfppJQlQ687_9FYkqdGbBWrRiwvn95kBg6zF4eEYi8jIEVt-kdHyerX3delvObCHPfNR9tXUtPxs1EICjjE-TrM3_1EWhUEyDcNod_2yBhlC9WVjty5Fy9stEMPezmrSk-Bs2jMlgxYtjAWthSKQA_1vrDeLMH1_jqu04cEMH3OkyIRDHxTTDZk8n56g/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20045%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="455" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfppJQlQ687_9FYkqdGbBWrRiwvn95kBg6zF4eEYi8jIEVt-kdHyerX3delvObCHPfNR9tXUtPxs1EICjjE-TrM3_1EWhUEyDcNod_2yBhlC9WVjty5Fy9stEMPezmrSk-Bs2jMlgxYtjAWthSKQA_1vrDeLMH1_jqu04cEMH3OkyIRDHxTTDZk8n56g/w684-h455/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20045%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="684" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">One can imagine, back in the day, this old Farris Windmill grinding grain into flour, the sails turning in the wind, which in turn spins the grinding wheels inside.<br />You can also see the completed firepit.<br />Home Sweet Home~</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0AOv3BgNT48kaQ9o1WYPLJOYpbTtEouoEM07gdJMVbeOGRYWRgv53iEDETh6Ou4tVofo8XcGXl7-_aFyIrNamSL24C_Lr0q_vtrGwWZVexfBEVjkaWojtsahLd-BLShgr7gQY4THD6v5vltqA0BrYnlEhUohurdnfNUZ-0RomffeuY8IUz-Ma8UTd6w/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20052%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0AOv3BgNT48kaQ9o1WYPLJOYpbTtEouoEM07gdJMVbeOGRYWRgv53iEDETh6Ou4tVofo8XcGXl7-_aFyIrNamSL24C_Lr0q_vtrGwWZVexfBEVjkaWojtsahLd-BLShgr7gQY4THD6v5vltqA0BrYnlEhUohurdnfNUZ-0RomffeuY8IUz-Ma8UTd6w/w640-h426/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20052%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">If you look almost dead center you can see Kirsten in the kitchen garden. <br />Of course, you can't miss the new well-sweep!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Tm29Pz0ivBWeISnvH1V2Sm5jVPi5LdWFSpG3IA0-wHpZ1wmrJPkZwNuTP9BOPpJa9Y-5jBLNJUJE7vFPdr3szCnhog5yLjF2tpvtE4vL7Ma5hndYeIBQrJlVl8zFptLuifmD_hDyi4PzHe8o03XWxrALSfslo9I9nnuDYkclDHvEGnqZpy2sps3ZDg/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20053%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="459" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Tm29Pz0ivBWeISnvH1V2Sm5jVPi5LdWFSpG3IA0-wHpZ1wmrJPkZwNuTP9BOPpJa9Y-5jBLNJUJE7vFPdr3szCnhog5yLjF2tpvtE4vL7Ma5hndYeIBQrJlVl8zFptLuifmD_hDyi4PzHe8o03XWxrALSfslo9I9nnuDYkclDHvEGnqZpy2sps3ZDg/w689-h459/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20053%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="689" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A watched bucket never seals (lol)~<br />Roy has a few leaking wooden buckets and barrels that need to be sealed. No finish sealant will work for this. You have to soak the entire unit (inside and outside, submerged) so the wood will swell, that's how wooden buckets work, usually the staves are thicker. The usual way to do this is to soak them for a while in a stream or in a tub of water so that the wood expands and the gaps close up. This could be a short soak or could take a couple weeks. </span> </td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div>Down the road and we can see this beautiful fall look.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEittuXcgqujK0Tr03UsdmBiTuczVENY7fn0Sf4J29AxYD6TegZgIx6nbXRrlS_RdRwRj-lL9FgGf2fr08V8FQwwipJwIMSzcczs9dQwjOS6cWR3IT2qr56M5wzreRrrUSy3NcgoPws7N0jt60BNyPgkBdSGISZ0VPSa2ieI8CGUGGVLw73YYd-8fvzGGg/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20046%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="457" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEittuXcgqujK0Tr03UsdmBiTuczVENY7fn0Sf4J29AxYD6TegZgIx6nbXRrlS_RdRwRj-lL9FgGf2fr08V8FQwwipJwIMSzcczs9dQwjOS6cWR3IT2qr56M5wzreRrrUSy3NcgoPws7N0jt60BNyPgkBdSGISZ0VPSa2ieI8CGUGGVLw73YYd-8fvzGGg/w686-h457/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20046%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="686" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">This is why I live in a state with four seasons.<br />I have a friend who moved up here to Michigan a scant two or three years ago from Nicaragua and experienced Fall for the first time. He said the beauty is indescribable because they don't have this down there in his home country.<br />I don't think I could handle a world without Autumn leaves.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div>And then, per my normal activity, I found my way to visit my friends at Firestone Farm.</div><div>The only three houses with period-dress presenters for the most part are Ford, Daggett, and Firestone. Once in a great while we may see some inside other structures, but not nearly as much as they used to have. And I know Cohen Millinery Shop also has period dress presenters, as does the Grimm Jewelry Store. A few other structures, such as the Menlo Park complex and Wright Brothers House usually will have vested volunteers.</div><div>And when you eat at Eagle Tavern, you get a waitress or waiter dressed as if it is 1850!</div><div>All are wonderful, by the way.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuoGIkMEOzjYIk9U_lHSXfXEkK8tEwzs5ogiVB_LrzlYa7WYWoOTCgukhdw7AQgy5MnIFDRxmLirC3eFYwKiP603p-ZQt-WUlEaHGj8PWVqV6PkJwazCxvUtrMsbu5AW78CU3JdhqWkFBPhSheiWMaTNvz3yNMV3hijxIz2XTP7ItPIAmU4L5GEAQq-A/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20047%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="456" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuoGIkMEOzjYIk9U_lHSXfXEkK8tEwzs5ogiVB_LrzlYa7WYWoOTCgukhdw7AQgy5MnIFDRxmLirC3eFYwKiP603p-ZQt-WUlEaHGj8PWVqV6PkJwazCxvUtrMsbu5AW78CU3JdhqWkFBPhSheiWMaTNvz3yNMV3hijxIz2XTP7ItPIAmU4L5GEAQq-A/w685-h456/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20047%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="685" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Would you look at that field corn!<br />It almost entirely blocks Firestone Farm House!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrHTaqvUdqcjlINOdPr3N7AAysUVu8zifNvGpIaEtzjG8_DQdclW87A0tucVhnp8T4xSQXDVvz0vrynP5JEM2MEZryRArbEL73usQoHUZiQ_h5UBqf3mGbDvphdZ2_kxkCZN-LK2raHYNsK0eSfKXsFY6uqhpbSb_l9A6YwhMgQO5bNkXm8RQrraDEPA/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20048%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrHTaqvUdqcjlINOdPr3N7AAysUVu8zifNvGpIaEtzjG8_DQdclW87A0tucVhnp8T4xSQXDVvz0vrynP5JEM2MEZryRArbEL73usQoHUZiQ_h5UBqf3mGbDvphdZ2_kxkCZN-LK2raHYNsK0eSfKXsFY6uqhpbSb_l9A6YwhMgQO5bNkXm8RQrraDEPA/w688-h458/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20048%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The farmers were out in the field in force on this day to harvest and make corn shocks.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcmxfNZzwwPkiZEVzO8I_jp-0CE7X-5AHUKYLIS7TQ95UnL5tD5J3RGlfVgfs76WR6PI36JZRxpm7jbCjKJE43WdGez3a3NT0fVZ1uanEMeqtvGVzGFnhOKgaC17XZ6kuX4W6Uv7ooqILx8LmbRRadrpNrNcnjrAn5RWMHV5g_JkpD674sNYz-RJvA5w/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20049%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcmxfNZzwwPkiZEVzO8I_jp-0CE7X-5AHUKYLIS7TQ95UnL5tD5J3RGlfVgfs76WR6PI36JZRxpm7jbCjKJE43WdGez3a3NT0fVZ1uanEMeqtvGVzGFnhOKgaC17XZ6kuX4W6Uv7ooqILx8LmbRRadrpNrNcnjrAn5RWMHV5g_JkpD674sNYz-RJvA5w/w688-h458/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20049%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The harvested field corn is being stood up in neat shocks. Firestone Farm pre-dates the era of the silo, when corn stalks were chopped up and made into a slightly fermented feed known as silage. So instead, the Firestone corn stalks will be chopped and fed as fodder.</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh70QD7AJMBpcSWtqE1BxaZJeMLYgTeP1DfqAG2x5QAKLlfr-LTMx12yKTKlArfLMRwc0cYPol_JNYs1FALEzRvadfr3Xp0bbuKtr9SQA8LLGwMVDM3DPWikBT4gU3sRl51B5bdYn7xuMKvaY6XTwFSknQws2AfrnhUgYIAfqwWgzgPofJqv6u0xAuD-g/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20056%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="455" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh70QD7AJMBpcSWtqE1BxaZJeMLYgTeP1DfqAG2x5QAKLlfr-LTMx12yKTKlArfLMRwc0cYPol_JNYs1FALEzRvadfr3Xp0bbuKtr9SQA8LLGwMVDM3DPWikBT4gU3sRl51B5bdYn7xuMKvaY6XTwFSknQws2AfrnhUgYIAfqwWgzgPofJqv6u0xAuD-g/w684-h455/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20056%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="684" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The harvested corn in the wagon~</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0VUnZUA-W0V8qC6dnD0s3VZlRujK9WT5xk65xc9KCaGXIKaqBRc5D-3b9_gLiSan50YXDbRzajAIzdiDGoU_85KQm9s-jVzuf5lSsLuN-fuObR-pOwOzrc6nJuY6UN9mLKjL2lTrGDFuC5wjISHACbPk-xlPl4kAVqL6swKhZkcBoWrgAoTjA7XNIcA/s1141/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20057%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="755" data-original-width="1141" height="457" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0VUnZUA-W0V8qC6dnD0s3VZlRujK9WT5xk65xc9KCaGXIKaqBRc5D-3b9_gLiSan50YXDbRzajAIzdiDGoU_85KQm9s-jVzuf5lSsLuN-fuObR-pOwOzrc6nJuY6UN9mLKjL2lTrGDFuC5wjISHACbPk-xlPl4kAVqL6swKhZkcBoWrgAoTjA7XNIcA/w690-h457/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20057%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="690" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Gathering the stalks into shocks has an important purpose. The inside of the stalks, sheltered from the elements, retain their nutritional value for quite some time and the actual shock makes a handy manageable portion for the farmer to haul from the field for his cattle.</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-Zyy8XOmcKWL3Yw90193Xz8_Vuek_SnpmOUb8U5JfX6W9hDrCuRjRV3Dcl0oxFw2o8xtL9-a4jyEMxZDq71mD2_9MljrkUo0edPMLJxNxO8kKwLdhx1C_qGtT_NkvSKq87lOXTFqsBEQ1JVUOw6MYwwiD_Q0J5lqhOIkAK3OkvNcR_zxE8ij1pIE7Gw/s1290/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20055%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="663" data-original-width="1290" height="357" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-Zyy8XOmcKWL3Yw90193Xz8_Vuek_SnpmOUb8U5JfX6W9hDrCuRjRV3Dcl0oxFw2o8xtL9-a4jyEMxZDq71mD2_9MljrkUo0edPMLJxNxO8kKwLdhx1C_qGtT_NkvSKq87lOXTFqsBEQ1JVUOw6MYwwiD_Q0J5lqhOIkAK3OkvNcR_zxE8ij1pIE7Gw/w696-h357/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20055%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="696" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The farmers taking a break and planning their next move.<br />Soon they would be called to the house - a fine 1880s meal awaited them.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRYO9y-zlCPSbWLvrZ7jTcF1rqFesj6dvvhq_yyvv6q4-F1fZCRzVoiEZ69Gg-WuLasUVDQCrxNvrO_JKqOGC2ebsJMRTeiZeesmjCgOnYbwsEbprIhxOCbmh-97dOIXMuEYjdc1zGtwb7vqmzK7cWtvQgOnad36sldYDPnQ2OLwtlvyQy2yEfaKGIXA/s899/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20058%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="899" data-original-width="586" height="823" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRYO9y-zlCPSbWLvrZ7jTcF1rqFesj6dvvhq_yyvv6q4-F1fZCRzVoiEZ69Gg-WuLasUVDQCrxNvrO_JKqOGC2ebsJMRTeiZeesmjCgOnYbwsEbprIhxOCbmh-97dOIXMuEYjdc1zGtwb7vqmzK7cWtvQgOnad36sldYDPnQ2OLwtlvyQy2yEfaKGIXA/w538-h823/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20058%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="538" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Yes, I do like window shots, especially if<br />this is what you see when you look out.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7WtzSnOcNHXQTibDgIomyJ9Ty8QxiRR3ARxGBIHz8cyBxMgiZt2RyKu-CoMaVx3Qh5eSUlTBBpiJsnDdUJ_txTRHl7KaChOkdfYRpuHqWT_-x-3p8Zrit-0N231xYaKTZgSuM6CGUlAWx8CjjDgAx0X_EmSL51KDO3_0xvwpaQyR_Dhqzc2NXl8dJaA/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20059%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="456" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7WtzSnOcNHXQTibDgIomyJ9Ty8QxiRR3ARxGBIHz8cyBxMgiZt2RyKu-CoMaVx3Qh5eSUlTBBpiJsnDdUJ_txTRHl7KaChOkdfYRpuHqWT_-x-3p8Zrit-0N231xYaKTZgSuM6CGUlAWx8CjjDgAx0X_EmSL51KDO3_0xvwpaQyR_Dhqzc2NXl8dJaA/w685-h456/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20059%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="685" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Dinner was almost ready.<br />There is a bell off the side door they ring to call the farmers in from the fields.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYxkV6C1CzSTnFMTEl6qsTf0HlGp13oYXnaNLkTwRMRyQRXaBtwtjhSJfR3tIev-Q0X9P4O__4K-T4TAKorL_LI4_U2vF2SRNRZJAVVbmJDEIXLrkC4iiUprPzrhS056GuObzpe4qrDPsHfp-pg3ZXhrLEX0JxWjTgXjZkYPC751v2Vh4Se4nv_DkMrA/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20060%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="457" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYxkV6C1CzSTnFMTEl6qsTf0HlGp13oYXnaNLkTwRMRyQRXaBtwtjhSJfR3tIev-Q0X9P4O__4K-T4TAKorL_LI4_U2vF2SRNRZJAVVbmJDEIXLrkC4iiUprPzrhS056GuObzpe4qrDPsHfp-pg3ZXhrLEX0JxWjTgXjZkYPC751v2Vh4Se4nv_DkMrA/w687-h457/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20060%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="687" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Meanwhile, in the cellar we see apples galore from their heirloom orchard.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4FWsTdlP0EE9PQYdY2xl6oWfc_2UZuMJzjaRKkLVYFm81Lrav_WXDYfZ70kWKdeOCQ3npX0P2xIC-4HdXMVVGn3SFK4DUCL6NrbAAsD8PcBL-_PKeP8X43Hen5nKCa8ksQ0Cv9M0O5tCPfcQAUPfgWXw9s3xX_dVC_MPplWfw0CuJCaQAI95VEUzClw/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20061%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="457" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4FWsTdlP0EE9PQYdY2xl6oWfc_2UZuMJzjaRKkLVYFm81Lrav_WXDYfZ70kWKdeOCQ3npX0P2xIC-4HdXMVVGn3SFK4DUCL6NrbAAsD8PcBL-_PKeP8X43Hen5nKCa8ksQ0Cv9M0O5tCPfcQAUPfgWXw9s3xX_dVC_MPplWfw0CuJCaQAI95VEUzClw/w687-h457/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20061%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="687" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Watermelon!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ9spqQfq7DakUVf2lAgl1G0x4ePGs_i9kvp9kUJhUP9dHO6UWuUsR4UqC7ymJ9duwGqNeoGu8YRl1PvHb8PVamWPSIyYUaIO6G08tqI7xyS4HcumxXeObERcN4Ud8_DHJHOQGkg6jaHxjHkfImcQqddzld-cdeYOaxw_AlqlnHXdl9KGkrZJgF8MBKA/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20062%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="454" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ9spqQfq7DakUVf2lAgl1G0x4ePGs_i9kvp9kUJhUP9dHO6UWuUsR4UqC7ymJ9duwGqNeoGu8YRl1PvHb8PVamWPSIyYUaIO6G08tqI7xyS4HcumxXeObERcN4Ud8_DHJHOQGkg6jaHxjHkfImcQqddzld-cdeYOaxw_AlqlnHXdl9KGkrZJgF8MBKA/w682-h454/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20062%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="682" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">That's the Firestone Farmhouse!<br />It is the beautifully restored birthplace of tire magnet, Harvey Firestone.<br />The house and surrounding fields are a real working farm. No, nobody sleeps in the house, but the presenters are there first thing in the morning, preparing the cookstove for the day's meal. Others arrive early to feed the animals and do other morning farm chores.<br />That's what makes this place so special - it's real.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><br /></div><div>Boy! Time sure does fly by!</div><div>Here we are, the last week of September, the last Thursday of September, but the 1st actual Fall Thursday - yes, it is now September 28th. I would be remiss if I didn't include the Birthplace of Henry Ford to begin this chapter:</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN1WobVIybgHOh4O9ZJVLpM2_J4_j5R1vpIP2qSEsTi6znj3mdgSeZRNsmheyJDOCIo53rX1nfXtH-uyy2jUDp6y0o2iGt14lwMjOkiuUb6zsg_a9R48ah6sUy7iFm08FDAG8zi3zU89Yk7q7TwN2EjxvHzVBaFhO5Iu3KPtN4lwGiGeUkZyJRHsIgyQ/s1388/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20063%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="808" data-original-width="1388" height="398" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN1WobVIybgHOh4O9ZJVLpM2_J4_j5R1vpIP2qSEsTi6znj3mdgSeZRNsmheyJDOCIo53rX1nfXtH-uyy2jUDp6y0o2iGt14lwMjOkiuUb6zsg_a9R48ah6sUy7iFm08FDAG8zi3zU89Yk7q7TwN2EjxvHzVBaFhO5Iu3KPtN4lwGiGeUkZyJRHsIgyQ/w685-h398/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20063%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="685" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Some trees hit early - these two small trees in the foreground began changing color in late August, and here they are in late September and still quite dazzling.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimhzxzVBFh_5-2YI5p8YeNiVWAqdRt9jnu-tfErVcKXaZA7p4Isj6-tDJkPKgVdLia_U4lPjCO-jHvMgCwxKiM2OW9Euo2qkmCbHdYj5riBUQ8WwJuAhgj81t7HyGPTmNu5inEd_qonzjU3wXNoSyHJr04QYiF1YsMBVWqC1w0V20gyICtO8N3Q0eNVQ/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20064%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="457" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimhzxzVBFh_5-2YI5p8YeNiVWAqdRt9jnu-tfErVcKXaZA7p4Isj6-tDJkPKgVdLia_U4lPjCO-jHvMgCwxKiM2OW9Euo2qkmCbHdYj5riBUQ8WwJuAhgj81t7HyGPTmNu5inEd_qonzjU3wXNoSyHJr04QYiF1YsMBVWqC1w0V20gyICtO8N3Q0eNVQ/w687-h457/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20064%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="687" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I often wonder what the Daggett family would think if they somehow knew that they, average farmers of the 18th century, would be known 260 years later, that their home would be visited by millions, that their lives would be "reenacted" to teach people of their time.<br />I can only imagine. </span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><div>The duties of the colonial woman included milking the cows or goats and carrying the milk inside to be strained, pouring it into shallow pans to allow the cream to rise, then skimming off the cream to churn it into butter or to make cheese were as necessary as any other chore.</div><div>This could also have been done by one of the children.</div><div>Then there was grinding corn, fermenting vinegar, pulverizing sugar, drying damp flour, and recycling stale bread, which were also part of her job.</div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh9NPTgU-9fmXBtgTN26C0_s_T5iS-pS0Dilnlic7c3jY6VY3AggcSyqxDJvKdD62vT2siOADmXsCEW5Vw6U-P2PqQarciEppDS1NB1umTjhQnpdzaF3Z_b0QLpToCeQfpBFNh-IIKZwUoe8Ik6zljqcc0hSozWAlMZqxZktgYlAY6_Vpwj_OZpj4K1g/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20066%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh9NPTgU-9fmXBtgTN26C0_s_T5iS-pS0Dilnlic7c3jY6VY3AggcSyqxDJvKdD62vT2siOADmXsCEW5Vw6U-P2PqQarciEppDS1NB1umTjhQnpdzaF3Z_b0QLpToCeQfpBFNh-IIKZwUoe8Ik6zljqcc0hSozWAlMZqxZktgYlAY6_Vpwj_OZpj4K1g/w688-h458/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20066%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Running a kitchen really did require a staggering range of skills, including chopping kindling, keeping a fire burning indefinitely, knowing which wood was best for baking or frying, plucking feathers from fowl, butchering animals large and small, cosseting (caring for) bread yeast, brewing beer, making cheese, adjusting 'burners' of coals on a hearth and gauging the temperature of a bake oven. </span></span> </td></tr></tbody></table><div>Or maybe she could just drive thru McDonalds...or throw a TV dinner into the microwave.</div><div>Not.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl-UEiFjE9DGztyU7cuUtuVIaeigfYxRZ9kdnq0Okw0nAtYDC-68WRXZadm5oHmxppe9EYGkSkEi34o_Iwjc8Nxke3e3wWAIgOzemsCo9GmScMDwtrow8Rh6awtdpYIkzgoBFGXLY9S-w1aPSZDDtQLQYkwWX93DxJZWYkGWyhIcSbSklbO5McDv3Y3A/s840/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20065%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="679" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl-UEiFjE9DGztyU7cuUtuVIaeigfYxRZ9kdnq0Okw0nAtYDC-68WRXZadm5oHmxppe9EYGkSkEi34o_Iwjc8Nxke3e3wWAIgOzemsCo9GmScMDwtrow8Rh6awtdpYIkzgoBFGXLY9S-w1aPSZDDtQLQYkwWX93DxJZWYkGWyhIcSbSklbO5McDv3Y3A/w452-h679/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20065%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="452" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Drying herbs and even perhaps fruit at the window.<br />And I believe hops are encircling the frame.<br />Is that Roy I see in the kitchen garden?</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWoPL2jyxGwaJQzf4UQIW7ewYoZMrx5LbCPomse_lqpbE1PaFRNs4VXwPgSG0c1f5hfrz-cmrfNR9odIYK-QzLbAEcy_bqmFlhfBocKNkVbxQGp-EothAfLQFBjLTywIfW8pIzBQCV5MhOAutw0e0mifJobMN0fPkCISqKhtNMghgYGzy09e6LsIluwg/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20068%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="459" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWoPL2jyxGwaJQzf4UQIW7ewYoZMrx5LbCPomse_lqpbE1PaFRNs4VXwPgSG0c1f5hfrz-cmrfNR9odIYK-QzLbAEcy_bqmFlhfBocKNkVbxQGp-EothAfLQFBjLTywIfW8pIzBQCV5MhOAutw0e0mifJobMN0fPkCISqKhtNMghgYGzy09e6LsIluwg/w692-h459/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20068%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="692" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">If you look close, you can see the newly built well sweep center left.<br />Similar to Firestone Farm, Daggett is a sort of living history area, for those who work here are constantly cooking, caring for their kitchen garden, making objects needed, chopping wood for warmth and cooking. Pretty much the only thing they don't do here (though I wish they would), is plow and have farm animals.<br />Maybe one day...<br />But it is as living history as Firestone.<br />I wonder where they plan to put the apple trees?</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYkdD6EjMvk4NbXuOWh7RrCMiVm6-uYchEHXS4tAZy3-SJX0VFSisCIXvfAm-R4BlJRoBCGbtJgXXgV_jdjRwTnx-5y740IW0LEN-8DhquocWxTdlWwXtnkY7JCYDyUmGZuaAom2k4EYGhJl2AhMvKdnwLpLb8wgQfqGj8HfwgLjT-2fP8oY-_CoPLxw/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20067%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="454" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYkdD6EjMvk4NbXuOWh7RrCMiVm6-uYchEHXS4tAZy3-SJX0VFSisCIXvfAm-R4BlJRoBCGbtJgXXgV_jdjRwTnx-5y740IW0LEN-8DhquocWxTdlWwXtnkY7JCYDyUmGZuaAom2k4EYGhJl2AhMvKdnwLpLb8wgQfqGj8HfwgLjT-2fP8oY-_CoPLxw/w683-h454/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20067%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="683" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Roy is checking on his hops, for it won't be long before he will be brewing beer!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6EH7qusCPPmNs7V9DfQkVQY9FAiV4TEUUBydoMkwCT-ItJdIN8mEIgIExUi-jknrSFlWtsUPZwyF43hRCDDA9epjIVrBdLoUlGSYFbHAH1_LGicc3PKZBZ0XwcXsVZNXzu2eB3GMQ3xgn-QL8_Dq9s5jZm6r4OrtiraDzph4AqtSqttK3rFstxYc9rA/s1315/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20069%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="805" data-original-width="1315" height="420" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6EH7qusCPPmNs7V9DfQkVQY9FAiV4TEUUBydoMkwCT-ItJdIN8mEIgIExUi-jknrSFlWtsUPZwyF43hRCDDA9epjIVrBdLoUlGSYFbHAH1_LGicc3PKZBZ0XwcXsVZNXzu2eB3GMQ3xgn-QL8_Dq9s5jZm6r4OrtiraDzph4AqtSqttK3rFstxYc9rA/w685-h420/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20069%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="685" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">We're going back to England during the time the Pilgrims were crossing the Atlantic for America. Yep, this Cotswold Cottage is that old - 1620!<br />It really did come from England~</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_c1Oh5QvQ8Zntc57jdbNnGn3b6LIRbzmLQwYirfkNkRuGjZ3-NIor5fyt6zzuqulOUTfdBdq_SulgRr-sg7m9SvVHJtpkhSlMo3usYMAKzTlK_J-q1tWLq7TZ7L_Q_Dwbwd6K7UixKt2bU5GZ6i4rovycLdMWv22lwh2_GU4KdEDDTTV2T4BmRCYSuQ/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20070%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="451" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_c1Oh5QvQ8Zntc57jdbNnGn3b6LIRbzmLQwYirfkNkRuGjZ3-NIor5fyt6zzuqulOUTfdBdq_SulgRr-sg7m9SvVHJtpkhSlMo3usYMAKzTlK_J-q1tWLq7TZ7L_Q_Dwbwd6K7UixKt2bU5GZ6i4rovycLdMWv22lwh2_GU4KdEDDTTV2T4BmRCYSuQ/w678-h451/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20070%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="678" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The building in the foreground, the Cotswold Forge, is from the same general area in England as the Cotswold Cottage in the previous picture. What's neat about this picture is that here we have a building from 1600s England, and the Farris Windmill (seen across the street as it sits inside Greenfield Village) was made in 1633 in Massachusetts - only about 30 miles from where the Pilgrims settled in Plymouth. It makes me wonder: what are the chances that any of the Pilgrims actually saw this very same windmill?<br />How cool to think about it!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>The seasonal changes at Firestone Farm - looks like fall to me!</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ64jDe2TIsxmtcIFfkCMlx-k3MYUD5VNLZ-u9W76P-yvyZBG_Mf0JwETyEzXHk9sDMP_HtYNDtLveowlV6PmV17fdocTmTkPa071K21Nz-LBytU7uvCbK3irpkLLQu6zOJhTOaXnGX-JuWiBPbrHjZyAN7xNmsy_0Zv5yWGSR-olWDMF1ZKfZPJjbcg/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20073%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ64jDe2TIsxmtcIFfkCMlx-k3MYUD5VNLZ-u9W76P-yvyZBG_Mf0JwETyEzXHk9sDMP_HtYNDtLveowlV6PmV17fdocTmTkPa071K21Nz-LBytU7uvCbK3irpkLLQu6zOJhTOaXnGX-JuWiBPbrHjZyAN7xNmsy_0Zv5yWGSR-olWDMF1ZKfZPJjbcg/w688-h458/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20073%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">With the thick gray clouds hanging low, the Canadian geese traipsing through the field, and the corn shocks all standing proudly, this picture, to me, is almost the epitome of autumn.</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQAsqmQwWAPN_6fQX69iCUTbMKGeJJmr9BIz1e_tdikwt6irhcH5r9P0bD72zAm83lG6Y0hae96pFhAd0HyxZDb7_jE97eM11i_O8PQKNCfwhm3sdDfmsh0NrU7zBSDWWClgfFPpatYAjrYLBtvH8f-7p3BJ-7yrflkvb3cv5j9ZA7izhwfc5t9-nsVQ/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20074%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="457" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQAsqmQwWAPN_6fQX69iCUTbMKGeJJmr9BIz1e_tdikwt6irhcH5r9P0bD72zAm83lG6Y0hae96pFhAd0HyxZDb7_jE97eM11i_O8PQKNCfwhm3sdDfmsh0NrU7zBSDWWClgfFPpatYAjrYLBtvH8f-7p3BJ-7yrflkvb3cv5j9ZA7izhwfc5t9-nsVQ/w687-h457/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20074%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="687" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And there it is - the cider mill.<br />I was told that they had plans to press cider there the next day - the first time in 20 years!<br />I wish I could have seen this but I had already made other plans.<br />Hopefully, since I heard all went well, it will continue to be used annually.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh3iNCgpRUosBF4ZbaC0A5x3SInFYiK4v5xfRape7oOPiMqCR4v6OQjwWNvv_7AWzr2W15s6bvpMMvWbRhTFLFO1ZSssVVevnB5fBDPld8pFUwBzDjVieddQNl7ke0qoZyLunjdUAcFYnBnqVfEQboadWvnMbFrV6Si93MlgTDoqif94oNYuS7qtFUBA/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20075%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="459" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh3iNCgpRUosBF4ZbaC0A5x3SInFYiK4v5xfRape7oOPiMqCR4v6OQjwWNvv_7AWzr2W15s6bvpMMvWbRhTFLFO1ZSssVVevnB5fBDPld8pFUwBzDjVieddQNl7ke0qoZyLunjdUAcFYnBnqVfEQboadWvnMbFrV6Si93MlgTDoqif94oNYuS7qtFUBA/w690-h459/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20075%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="690" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Another shot of the farmyard - compare to the photo taken a month earlier near the top of this post.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj410bxdFAX7hqMW2sjrEgdqUl25nmWMujQyjBg9XcjUDBJ2fNbHGRvCN0ikY66aPjo3mCvAiVwbCM_xZpSwFjTQxXAUQYsA4TdF8Vt-BP8qDICz83ngzWOdCCOG0BBRxYheEL9417k92bCXUYh7gEBxiBztLj0ucOwokO8RZnjojS3-4So0V3zRM20qg/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20076%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="459" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj410bxdFAX7hqMW2sjrEgdqUl25nmWMujQyjBg9XcjUDBJ2fNbHGRvCN0ikY66aPjo3mCvAiVwbCM_xZpSwFjTQxXAUQYsA4TdF8Vt-BP8qDICz83ngzWOdCCOG0BBRxYheEL9417k92bCXUYh7gEBxiBztLj0ucOwokO8RZnjojS3-4So0V3zRM20qg/w690-h459/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20076%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="690" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">While inside, the Firestone <i>representatives</i> enjoy the noontime dinner meal.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyrchM_ZX6vdEBCv6_MQCs4fdzKYRaTbrqiQHPri0Kd4s3fs3DJviWvDE3qi_DGWjipZW-O9z0e0kA1lZPNbd0v1phWWCmphk33t-j9gOLv0YHgxq74-gxgjp-Pluswh4gIRbMeuAIFcGAfGXD6Duz3taXIdJ6TqTmBb2gKbdt6LDVkheUGQStc2MVxw/s796/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20093%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="796" data-original-width="680" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyrchM_ZX6vdEBCv6_MQCs4fdzKYRaTbrqiQHPri0Kd4s3fs3DJviWvDE3qi_DGWjipZW-O9z0e0kA1lZPNbd0v1phWWCmphk33t-j9gOLv0YHgxq74-gxgjp-Pluswh4gIRbMeuAIFcGAfGXD6Duz3taXIdJ6TqTmBb2gKbdt6LDVkheUGQStc2MVxw/w341-h400/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20093%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="341" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Handouts for Fall Flavor Weekend<br />through the years.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>Now we'll move into October - October 1st, to be exact - and I complained once again about the lack of the fall harvest weekends. However, I was told they were having a sort of Fall/Hallowe'en preview weekend.</div><div>That's good and all, but I really truly feel that The Henry Ford is losing their way here. Greenfield Village used to have two amazing weekends - the last weekend in September and the first weekend of October - dedicated to the fall harvest. One could visit a dozen houses where wonderful harvest activities would occur, whether it was cooking a harvest meal, winnowing, corn shucking, beer brewing, spinning, bailing hay, plowing, threshing with a flail...just a kaboodle of historic activities!</div><div>The last of this great event took place in 2019. Just look at the variety of handouts from over the years in the picture on the left! </div><div>I complained to a few, and that's when I learned about the "preview weekend" that was to take place on October 1st.</div><div>So I went:</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWAhBCcNIgP_0h07RalwTNvLsuBJCf2FCW1i8yR__FMdBaesFlZMg_Kw0mIw0h3ktv9vrLhO6xd1r35Bvc4kf6-mSmNb99j-WjXnQuKcD1XBhyphenhyphenFQCakLPksInajKkQGQOsf4eXPMSBpc051wLAb4JnrSJHUB9paiw-KgA1qVDKvShQ63Ka7kGgs6k8Cg/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20077%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="460" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWAhBCcNIgP_0h07RalwTNvLsuBJCf2FCW1i8yR__FMdBaesFlZMg_Kw0mIw0h3ktv9vrLhO6xd1r35Bvc4kf6-mSmNb99j-WjXnQuKcD1XBhyphenhyphenFQCakLPksInajKkQGQOsf4eXPMSBpc051wLAb4JnrSJHUB9paiw-KgA1qVDKvShQ63Ka7kGgs6k8Cg/w691-h460/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20077%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="691" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">October 1st<br />I could not pass this spot without adding to my collection, now could I?</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyjWvGLVQabinlaULY08Q6fueue3V4lfkWYJyzxBpk8KcOjrdI94MFr7ocFJlLFq3mVnkdKelCpt6yiScMBUE_l92qefQKw9d5KBIckJiI_JgqiaXpM-BZRtnByF277tky72YSC2zuN7Z-RYQBD6pX3GTB3nfrQRZWB2ZhqisVOmTf3A726Al40kGbxw/s840/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20078%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="781" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyjWvGLVQabinlaULY08Q6fueue3V4lfkWYJyzxBpk8KcOjrdI94MFr7ocFJlLFq3mVnkdKelCpt6yiScMBUE_l92qefQKw9d5KBIckJiI_JgqiaXpM-BZRtnByF277tky72YSC2zuN7Z-RYQBD6pX3GTB3nfrQRZWB2ZhqisVOmTf3A726Al40kGbxw/w520-h781/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20078%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="520" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">From what I was told, this apple tree was planted here by <br />Henry Ford himself. That may be a myth, though.<br />I've also been told that due to its age, it may be removed soon. <br />Hopefully it will be replaced, though it seems no one is 100% <br />sure of the variety of apple it grows - possibly a Snow Apple,<br />supposedly the same from the original Ford Home site.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCFfd1yLUt2gFOVWewkzLzxMTuEWx03yv1lavdSztOSXxr8lJwDbKm65yInyhH_K69gPqnhtefTZ_tkhHbnRaUDo4ertdGZMsf2fqW7iTTf1RqSvxsGkRUdhhegI98k8FHcoRYsyR254hm5Tfw-b-Dgqj4Lnin2TNJ6lBzZjQY1pvHhleY5VunylSDdg/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20079%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCFfd1yLUt2gFOVWewkzLzxMTuEWx03yv1lavdSztOSXxr8lJwDbKm65yInyhH_K69gPqnhtefTZ_tkhHbnRaUDo4ertdGZMsf2fqW7iTTf1RqSvxsGkRUdhhegI98k8FHcoRYsyR254hm5Tfw-b-Dgqj4Lnin2TNJ6lBzZjQY1pvHhleY5VunylSDdg/w640-h426/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20079%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Cooking in the Ford kitchen!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiumceFQJvcRvxXyaZTadTkTtOIsEbEqrTXprPsUnUa4nZ2PY29csnSgr3iDf1oIGp132yV8mW5bXkqZypo_hLEJvXXILzlPv7CaZimmLvKzQkt_ht-J9Rq_NsooZU689pMh5wC0cAHqkW4wCIhf1gkgVJOvvUhSc_RkEs0UaSQiwl3e4-LCdUviufrtQ/s1436/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20080%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="739" data-original-width="1436" height="330" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiumceFQJvcRvxXyaZTadTkTtOIsEbEqrTXprPsUnUa4nZ2PY29csnSgr3iDf1oIGp132yV8mW5bXkqZypo_hLEJvXXILzlPv7CaZimmLvKzQkt_ht-J9Rq_NsooZU689pMh5wC0cAHqkW4wCIhf1gkgVJOvvUhSc_RkEs0UaSQiwl3e4-LCdUviufrtQ/w640-h330/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20080%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">From the Ackley Covered Bridge looking west.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></div><div>Of course, you know where I'm heading - - - </div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS0VFizU1PrOqtLWtv1XWX235Z-Nb9-tZVTDcrAAaY84JeGiR-Tx0UpyD_jbTuBUMUkN3WLZl3ZwdPOGbtfte6IfIPRrzjqxGosa_5k2WHbjfUyBHETvEFORkhK0ysgdFmNqYh8BZdbuW3nX_PMnJOWIQG_S33GEtE5u0UNEy6cuDrGSXAI5ufOEMOXA/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20082%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS0VFizU1PrOqtLWtv1XWX235Z-Nb9-tZVTDcrAAaY84JeGiR-Tx0UpyD_jbTuBUMUkN3WLZl3ZwdPOGbtfte6IfIPRrzjqxGosa_5k2WHbjfUyBHETvEFORkhK0ysgdFmNqYh8BZdbuW3nX_PMnJOWIQG_S33GEtE5u0UNEy6cuDrGSXAI5ufOEMOXA/w640-h426/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20082%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Roy & Chuck were brewing beer using an 18th century recipe.<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpzA9DsiX9PezGV0xMMFomgs7LO8Zp6EX_goKl3dzaWYGtLah8q4zaLGiU1s_L7CbpUbV1wq2GRY0BqmcG1VE31ZyJfZLT3SpTZEx0td0Fxa5Rzcp2kPHrKsltb6HwmEOQera5ZYhagfuUoq22Pg0DrUNd9jRFrTImLV2ziwM_UPbFyKOB3O7QmNs2xg/s840/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20083%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="748" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpzA9DsiX9PezGV0xMMFomgs7LO8Zp6EX_goKl3dzaWYGtLah8q4zaLGiU1s_L7CbpUbV1wq2GRY0BqmcG1VE31ZyJfZLT3SpTZEx0td0Fxa5Rzcp2kPHrKsltb6HwmEOQera5ZYhagfuUoq22Pg0DrUNd9jRFrTImLV2ziwM_UPbFyKOB3O7QmNs2xg/w498-h748/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20083%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="498" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">This beer-brewing activity has been going on for years now, <br />and I never get sick of watching - - <br />I still learn something each and every time!</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div><br /></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFjGaOTjLIt_FMMiUOYILAJ363bxFiFI03Ca4i1sdrAGlRA9IFf80N_pUVJJ-SFFuEs3nQXAMtnz7RH4YPSZ_Z6IuJiocweytxyMUC0Pxqv0UeP_FTkzOWiFmx47cTeM8TZeCHXHl9NTa6qJT9ViGU7OTzrNVvEm5j8_IbYPfs8sZG07hu2-Csh6RsMA/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20081%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFjGaOTjLIt_FMMiUOYILAJ363bxFiFI03Ca4i1sdrAGlRA9IFf80N_pUVJJ-SFFuEs3nQXAMtnz7RH4YPSZ_Z6IuJiocweytxyMUC0Pxqv0UeP_FTkzOWiFmx47cTeM8TZeCHXHl9NTa6qJT9ViGU7OTzrNVvEm5j8_IbYPfs8sZG07hu2-Csh6RsMA/w640-h426/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20081%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And the women prepare the day's meal.<br />I never tire of learning from these ladies either!</span></td></tr></tbody></table>During the time Samuel & Anna Daggett and their three children were living in this house - 1750s on forward - it was a busy home. The historic presenters oftentimes show this scene very well.</div><div>In fact, it was here during one of the Harvest/Flavors Weekends that I learned about processing flax into linen, of which I present during a few of my own living history excursions. </div><div><br /></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW-ONtfj6gSSarymD010RCryZc7IT3l4KQ8qGwo8CHumP-NQD60mH5otWO0-ebnZVVwxX4Dl-NSBLTjVzHxpZKrxUWExE17qMo775qoBrOJOfvwNOrchyRtFt9Cx4DkTUP8n0QyXQnla8DNwVMf8AErMHuDcw6I3CL_f3_-cKiDOYIZd2Bq0YedPfjfA/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20084%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW-ONtfj6gSSarymD010RCryZc7IT3l4KQ8qGwo8CHumP-NQD60mH5otWO0-ebnZVVwxX4Dl-NSBLTjVzHxpZKrxUWExE17qMo775qoBrOJOfvwNOrchyRtFt9Cx4DkTUP8n0QyXQnla8DNwVMf8AErMHuDcw6I3CL_f3_-cKiDOYIZd2Bq0YedPfjfA/w640-h426/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20084%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Wool dyeing was moved from the Daggett Home to the McGuffey School area.</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOpkbEQ1z91WgmlSwjFKXOyS4C5bPmsBRw4nQSjU3Q3OzElGOKysAoOtlGATekF8j2OFAQ-84VPIOKEUZdUWNvsGXPcqTfv2igDs3UftaWa5Lz5Bs_UuA1PwtbqRW6uWheYfWUF_NWlrpSbotlpnDpS3aNDuaGRwhEJ97-fAPrNVrKviUQRYPLchGVJQ/s840/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20085%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="684" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOpkbEQ1z91WgmlSwjFKXOyS4C5bPmsBRw4nQSjU3Q3OzElGOKysAoOtlGATekF8j2OFAQ-84VPIOKEUZdUWNvsGXPcqTfv2igDs3UftaWa5Lz5Bs_UuA1PwtbqRW6uWheYfWUF_NWlrpSbotlpnDpS3aNDuaGRwhEJ97-fAPrNVrKviUQRYPLchGVJQ/w455-h684/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20085%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="455" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I am glad to see dyeing still continuing on, <br />and the ladies here did a wonderful <br />job presenting.</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrsurCCh9y9LvSRFrmJfZXwyjcpYSkFUXdJosR8KZv__PkkP0umPEbxMS_Mk_hPD_n9eosm4g2x5zoyTE2JPpMJyNl9uWcAoH4HVEYtPVp_LR9S0DysTFApCYtFbp2TWiMgyqtQMMHRux1Xs1YI752UKdqBOkY2YPNQZFOB11Uodbvu981HTxb0s7Xig/s823/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20086%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="823" data-original-width="562" height="694" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrsurCCh9y9LvSRFrmJfZXwyjcpYSkFUXdJosR8KZv__PkkP0umPEbxMS_Mk_hPD_n9eosm4g2x5zoyTE2JPpMJyNl9uWcAoH4HVEYtPVp_LR9S0DysTFApCYtFbp2TWiMgyqtQMMHRux1Xs1YI752UKdqBOkY2YPNQZFOB11Uodbvu981HTxb0s7Xig/w475-h694/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20086%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="475" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I suppose its good that the surroundings are period correct<br />for this chore (though I do like it better done at Daggett).</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhPFeDbo4uOWTLLNLTccMt-uojl3fI9CXZYoH7HwwkoGtYcSjsjp6io2OIB7ACrH1r1UUpzZGvLTKJvXB3M3Fba0JhLB2DoXUXkEIcPC0IQ-AFfXDy2zPaFLF2qnQLnHzcEemWjPoF7PHiHxyoy5Jj6231t83C5vY5GzI7cebO6njyMGuZh2L8DJlArw/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20087%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhPFeDbo4uOWTLLNLTccMt-uojl3fI9CXZYoH7HwwkoGtYcSjsjp6io2OIB7ACrH1r1UUpzZGvLTKJvXB3M3Fba0JhLB2DoXUXkEIcPC0IQ-AFfXDy2zPaFLF2qnQLnHzcEemWjPoF7PHiHxyoy5Jj6231t83C5vY5GzI7cebO6njyMGuZh2L8DJlArw/w640-h426/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20087%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Just look at the vibrant colors from natural dyes.</span></td></tr></tbody></table>I am glad that there is still beer brewing and wool dyeing for at least one weekend.</div><div>Now let's add to that activity - - . </div><div><br /></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEileY_w6rK3r8FhVIJrOYOrKPMHIMn7aQg3MIwQKXD9CMmTv0NmwsTDdCBL06Qr0L9uK9nnWnwi6lvsZLR_uRrsxPxmRzZ5bwjn3sYOWWahe0tiTPf4U6Q_7mLSLZarSdUoi1hSoBeW14zV6UMU8j7OV439sZ5TVwbw9xjUahaAwO6zWPhPBwrh64gahw/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20088%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="457" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEileY_w6rK3r8FhVIJrOYOrKPMHIMn7aQg3MIwQKXD9CMmTv0NmwsTDdCBL06Qr0L9uK9nnWnwi6lvsZLR_uRrsxPxmRzZ5bwjn3sYOWWahe0tiTPf4U6Q_7mLSLZarSdUoi1hSoBeW14zV6UMU8j7OV439sZ5TVwbw9xjUahaAwO6zWPhPBwrh64gahw/w687-h457/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20088%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="687" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The corn shocks and the cider mill in early October~</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTOu6iq_wNlq8xReKSJ_qjnI4CeiLxr1syYVlpWKMbED0XB2c-CcVz47oq1BHJae8hgdd9cAsky2DBlbFqFbM3jTsVhGvoKOn336IMYQZml5vg8n087iOCL5TtiifTIhDXv8nU2WHSUamGuZRBxto0qC6e5Bcs94WDn4liFgaj6N2-4biA9-yfS2RQ7Q/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20089%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTOu6iq_wNlq8xReKSJ_qjnI4CeiLxr1syYVlpWKMbED0XB2c-CcVz47oq1BHJae8hgdd9cAsky2DBlbFqFbM3jTsVhGvoKOn336IMYQZml5vg8n087iOCL5TtiifTIhDXv8nU2WHSUamGuZRBxto0qC6e5Bcs94WDn4liFgaj6N2-4biA9-yfS2RQ7Q/w640-h426/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20089%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Cleanup time in Firestone's kitchen.<br />They wouldn't give me any pie!<br />(I always ask - - who knows? One day they may say, "Ken, have a seat - <br />we have pie for you!"<br />I know, I know...what color is the sky in my world...lolol...</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div>A week after this visit we went to Greenfield Village for their spectacular Hallowe'en event where, before the sun went down, they also included snippets of harvest time. Naturally that was where I could be found.</div><div><span style="text-align: center;">Beer brewing was brought down to the McGuffey area rather than at Daggett for, as I've been told, it was felt that Hallowe'en revelers/guests would not venture all the way down to Daggett to see this activity.</span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvg10_b3TLJ3IlCKl31DjkkflvY3BEvXAWyCAj9TQlb4fT5FLsm8T3cSTGEBwBaxBoDKX3njhHFk6MdI5U2iRbs51EJii6zmwLZVUWKIdUlZKckt29hs4fi7ecufHidPPNoeEhs0h327XEogH8J06KD8BJ5ANsR_Z-XtS_3bqPyRSCbCsMHP5y22llOw/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20091%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="465" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvg10_b3TLJ3IlCKl31DjkkflvY3BEvXAWyCAj9TQlb4fT5FLsm8T3cSTGEBwBaxBoDKX3njhHFk6MdI5U2iRbs51EJii6zmwLZVUWKIdUlZKckt29hs4fi7ecufHidPPNoeEhs0h327XEogH8J06KD8BJ5ANsR_Z-XtS_3bqPyRSCbCsMHP5y22llOw/w698-h465/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20091%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="698" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">So here we have Chuck brewing beer. He, like Roy, has been doing this for many-a-year.<br />It was good to see him.<br />The McGuffey cabin you see behind him was built around 1789<b>/</b>1790.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkqZQ19Q2a7R-OYx700xFnkna_SkRyCKZUlKWxo4ZChtWgGeAD_G1LiEbL-FavGG0cPp18n5MnwjEwf9CdxAcBVbcr9gAUGKTuOtAUZ1cTDqLsLQMhHUMGnsPPUPPLwpHQ0UilA-aiaEaT9SsQAgXJOoyY5Xa963_QPmmO9SPWhqH46TjJSfk5AyUnjw/s1128/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20092%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="845" data-original-width="1128" height="527" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkqZQ19Q2a7R-OYx700xFnkna_SkRyCKZUlKWxo4ZChtWgGeAD_G1LiEbL-FavGG0cPp18n5MnwjEwf9CdxAcBVbcr9gAUGKTuOtAUZ1cTDqLsLQMhHUMGnsPPUPPLwpHQ0UilA-aiaEaT9SsQAgXJOoyY5Xa963_QPmmO9SPWhqH46TjJSfk5AyUnjw/w702-h527/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20092%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="702" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And wool dyeing was also taking place.<br />Tonight we had Vanessa showing everyone how it was done.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div>As the sun waned in the western sky, I passed the Daggett House, and I loved seeing the colors surrounding it, with the setting sun bringing out more of the reds, yellows, oranges, and even greens.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiib9G0FkLXPL4aCPrQ5XOjx0RkwJrZ8nGpVllEstBSc-CqVNadNl1T3uzwH41g4-B6_UR22YV8zQ61MYXPYFmlg9RjgSkGmtZwj0uM2tktzDx4uC4ekpj14VvtVojVb2gmTwAoxu-ywWLITDyuC5Ntn1FnyGfREAmI_q-niJcCiYjD52ThV4Ak5LfPsA/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20090%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="462" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiib9G0FkLXPL4aCPrQ5XOjx0RkwJrZ8nGpVllEstBSc-CqVNadNl1T3uzwH41g4-B6_UR22YV8zQ61MYXPYFmlg9RjgSkGmtZwj0uM2tktzDx4uC4ekpj14VvtVojVb2gmTwAoxu-ywWLITDyuC5Ntn1FnyGfREAmI_q-niJcCiYjD52ThV4Ak5LfPsA/w695-h462/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20090%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="695" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div><span style="font-size: medium;">We had a beautiful night for the Hallowe'en event.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">There would still be a couple weeks before the colors reach their peak,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">but even on October 7 they shone brightly.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">(Please click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/11/halloween-at-greenfield-villageand-at.html">HERE</a> for more <i>Hallowe'en at Greenfield Village</i> pictures)</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><br />Two weeks later...<br /><div>And so now it is October 22, and I visited Greenfield Village during their Members Strolling Day. These are days where there are no presenters working, and the houses, restaurants, and stores are not open. It is as it says: <i>Members Strolling Day</i>. That's it.</div><div>Now, you may wonder what is so interesting about walking around without presenters.</div><div>Well, it's a great time for photography, especially this time of year.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPxiPeECwT2-vbEoi98onTlSHbgnAKUkYFVPBLMS4JxQYXd_rmsYQTpc2VfgOL4YhZC7d2Exicw3DR7oNo1NY5hH4umhdteecOlBoSUZBa-BaKIiZS1-Yxdb8bJ0d_bWI1InpDh7sy_gipUQO9187_xrJwfgGK044UncmxXoXGHrbzu3fHXcwe6oVAJA/s1676/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20094%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="968" data-original-width="1676" height="398" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPxiPeECwT2-vbEoi98onTlSHbgnAKUkYFVPBLMS4JxQYXd_rmsYQTpc2VfgOL4YhZC7d2Exicw3DR7oNo1NY5hH4umhdteecOlBoSUZBa-BaKIiZS1-Yxdb8bJ0d_bWI1InpDh7sy_gipUQO9187_xrJwfgGK044UncmxXoXGHrbzu3fHXcwe6oVAJA/w688-h398/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20094%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The Ford Home~<br />The tree on the left is sort of a reddish-auburn.<br />The tree on the right has gone bald!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><div>It was on Sunday, October 22, that my friend Norm and I met up at Greenfield Village while in our period 18th century clothing. Most of the pictures of us will be in an upcoming posting near the end of November - but I did put a few here.</div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSRiqdLuTndPUSXDGGAVldvwoOHw0r1m8KV97Aj6UGOsFl13P82Shc_ZbLcDbIWuw3zYGl67KpiIe3h6AJEGTekOfqqzgwwcJ7fDpT10NJBNn8OYBFZfxqjSwLKb2YMY8MA0cFZGK9_aZbC7agwfbDDxfXd5nHOdA3_Rj-FyszWrr3Bv-BCbyK8YDq3Q/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20095%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="455" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSRiqdLuTndPUSXDGGAVldvwoOHw0r1m8KV97Aj6UGOsFl13P82Shc_ZbLcDbIWuw3zYGl67KpiIe3h6AJEGTekOfqqzgwwcJ7fDpT10NJBNn8OYBFZfxqjSwLKb2YMY8MA0cFZGK9_aZbC7agwfbDDxfXd5nHOdA3_Rj-FyszWrr3Bv-BCbyK8YDq3Q/w685-h455/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20095%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="685" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Here's a shot of myself with Norm on October 22.<br />One day I'll have to do a sort of "tree tour" to learn what trees are planted throughout <br />the Village, for they have amazing colors.<br />I will admit, I do not know most tree types by looking at them like so many do.</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div>This particular Members Strolling day proved to be, in my opinion, the epitome of Autumn: it was the perfect fall day, with a nip in the air, the sun out in the morning, clouds rolling in for a bit early afternoon, then the sun returned, and bearing witness of the amazing variety of colors from the trees, and just being surrounded by - and immersed in - history.</div><div>Simply perfect!</div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyrPs8H3OErHX_64IasUHKrXgDJ3SQ2T46FlhLu3DzSGiBsZSp2XstuzhN7tBU2LgXHoM6AKQ1ish6ncXGbHbscSfzNMPeHzA7FPGoyWxpbUl4bXLF9IkqYRce158nKzHo87_mKUyl4UAL_wFZwlznr85NY_si6KaSyCy-csbzLn0PuXJXoqEYKZ-BiA/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20089%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="456" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyrPs8H3OErHX_64IasUHKrXgDJ3SQ2T46FlhLu3DzSGiBsZSp2XstuzhN7tBU2LgXHoM6AKQ1ish6ncXGbHbscSfzNMPeHzA7FPGoyWxpbUl4bXLF9IkqYRce158nKzHo87_mKUyl4UAL_wFZwlznr85NY_si6KaSyCy-csbzLn0PuXJXoqEYKZ-BiA/w685-h456/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20089%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="685" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The William Ford barnyard, where the horses can roam about.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDQW09oH9FD4KoBNSf7yboW7NvWghyphenhyphenbuc7K1LZQdR14CyO9kzrOORHgUCaRMEbd38MoagU2_cHiFpUi9QU-yfJhFM0I5LLqHiXMwz8S2YJ-atYCzoYvuIATTjPhCeCU-yZbRgKHW3fO1e3RL5SKnFs5uoeEWKTS4KICoA3YVNHAQrhnivTZWqRHi54JA/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20094%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="460" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDQW09oH9FD4KoBNSf7yboW7NvWghyphenhyphenbuc7K1LZQdR14CyO9kzrOORHgUCaRMEbd38MoagU2_cHiFpUi9QU-yfJhFM0I5LLqHiXMwz8S2YJ-atYCzoYvuIATTjPhCeCU-yZbRgKHW3fO1e3RL5SKnFs5uoeEWKTS4KICoA3YVNHAQrhnivTZWqRHi54JA/w690-h460/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20094%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="690" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">This barn was built by William Ford, Henry's Father, the same year as Henry's birth - 1863 - in Springwells Twp., Michigan. It was originally located across the road from the family homestead and stored grain and hay and, at times, tools and livestock.</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div>As I mentioned at the top of this post, more than anything else, Greenfield Village really shines the spotlight on American agricultural history. I personally think that's wonderful. Farming always tends to be more of an afterthought during most history lessons when it should be at the forefront.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia7JJPX48Ng7O_F_WQAohtzSA9X_iCc6LPaHc_oTFbpjyT5rPq5Cuca6N-XeBHD1UyotOvJQx8Tddn-k6a9le7K8kJf5bUQ6ypbheFrkZ3pwYPX2sppz0b6PvWU2yX919jdjtaOh_bGQNFlAbhnvFTKECB8PKQuzstsc6XrWOCUNBTjtI9WaVvMacrUQ/s1612/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20091%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="842" data-original-width="1612" height="359" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia7JJPX48Ng7O_F_WQAohtzSA9X_iCc6LPaHc_oTFbpjyT5rPq5Cuca6N-XeBHD1UyotOvJQx8Tddn-k6a9le7K8kJf5bUQ6ypbheFrkZ3pwYPX2sppz0b6PvWU2yX919jdjtaOh_bGQNFlAbhnvFTKECB8PKQuzstsc6XrWOCUNBTjtI9WaVvMacrUQ/w688-h359/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20091%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The Canadian Geese told us to follow them to Firestone Farm.<br />So we did!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div>In this next picture we can see the Martinsville Cider Mill, though the sun was more behind so the red color of the building does not come through as it usually does. The center green there is the heirloom apple orchard, which has new trees - somewhere between saplings and adult trees - which will one day bear the fruit of our ancestors:</div><div>Baldwin, Roxbury Russet, Maidens Blush, Rambo, Pippins, Rhode Island Greening, and other apple varieties little known today but well known in centuries past. To the far left are beehives, and to the far right in the distance you can barely make out the corn shocks.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPF1Jca1Oc6PanCpvVlnDSCTPXCm0Ow70kPwSmbi_gLwobB5Y76jLi6iiku_55wSgnGiZTk1PMzTZK9h8DTB7QD-c99r56RFXKgmmOH7VfLXS8jl6XkGlAceokn7_YMEiTKa_HBae2FOPJgRAiiK2dB9AAr8O2-yQaaaehi7c2d_L9WOuwWHga2-bUIA/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20096%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="467" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPF1Jca1Oc6PanCpvVlnDSCTPXCm0Ow70kPwSmbi_gLwobB5Y76jLi6iiku_55wSgnGiZTk1PMzTZK9h8DTB7QD-c99r56RFXKgmmOH7VfLXS8jl6XkGlAceokn7_YMEiTKa_HBae2FOPJgRAiiK2dB9AAr8O2-yQaaaehi7c2d_L9WOuwWHga2-bUIA/w702-h467/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20096%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="702" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">If you look hard you can see me almost right smack dab in the middle of this picture, <br />walking along the fence line of the Firestone heirloom apple trees. </span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><div><br /></div><div>In 1822, Edward Loranger purchased the land on which his house is still located. He became one of the most prominent landowners and architects in early Monroe, Michigan, and constructed many buildings in the area, including houses and stores. He built his own house in 1826, which still stands in its original spot.</div><div>Feeling the new settlement needed a grist and saw mill, Loranger himself hewed oak timbers for beams, cut with a broad axe the whitewood siding of the building, and cut logs for a dam in the river to impound the water for power to turn the wheels. And he worked the mill himself, staying long hours in the autumn days as the main harvest came in. Loranger also would run his saw mill as needed, so I would imagine he employed numerous locals to help him out..</div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIKoohbKBgCy7xmv8LsVa9_xXTVgUTiREnOh_Ts0-gLfCyTcjw0V11xKoOoOYEV-y-nMcCDER2eGlGOBup7ZbqpwjE8E4W-PySvusqRJO7Ts3vwyWGWrw0yV4752XGXR4DUSLGw4_VCrdkda3LHmdUGF3HfrIqDq12F5nDqu_7OZwPG2DzMa8azXWZog/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20099%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="460" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIKoohbKBgCy7xmv8LsVa9_xXTVgUTiREnOh_Ts0-gLfCyTcjw0V11xKoOoOYEV-y-nMcCDER2eGlGOBup7ZbqpwjE8E4W-PySvusqRJO7Ts3vwyWGWrw0yV4752XGXR4DUSLGw4_VCrdkda3LHmdUGF3HfrIqDq12F5nDqu_7OZwPG2DzMa8azXWZog/w692-h460/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20099%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="692" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The Loranger Gristmill, from 1832.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizVjoOzs3TM2jm58ncNabsmVxddUdv_giv6_Pc56eD6RXx_nGM8rs0FoTxacntgF79vyk2N55x6x3yJmYyEHe7GtuctzR6HVShqhFf9-IUUOPQzxhzWLisbLXfHxDFv2KwmprQ2Ew2oU63L8LYHNbuBJbd86izINUgrPesKxFQUjXd63L_eqM1Jyfnww/s1232/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20095%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="806" data-original-width="1232" height="448" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizVjoOzs3TM2jm58ncNabsmVxddUdv_giv6_Pc56eD6RXx_nGM8rs0FoTxacntgF79vyk2N55x6x3yJmYyEHe7GtuctzR6HVShqhFf9-IUUOPQzxhzWLisbLXfHxDFv2KwmprQ2Ew2oU63L8LYHNbuBJbd86izINUgrPesKxFQUjXd63L_eqM1Jyfnww/w686-h448/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20095%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="686" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Here we have what I call the "business district" - <i>the city </i>part of Greenfield Village.<br />The Wright Brothers Cycle Shop, Cohen Millinery Shop, the replicated 1st Ford factory, the Heinz House making ketchup...</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit4TMzcqn0IAwxLW4HEnwzfe64cGD6MX6mE8cRha9BFFRm4hcYAf7L9-Kz_k2N0CzFmlnj4kMa-7a0aZkPX3gixozVWagaStzYDoVVnkdf0bwFO3eQuphVLfUIrZH_p-WUn8pxMRpVgsj-aaOgAoxqUzWWMVg07YVgUBQHI7xvzVMU_XdXZK73u00e7w/s1299/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20093%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="835" data-original-width="1299" height="442" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit4TMzcqn0IAwxLW4HEnwzfe64cGD6MX6mE8cRha9BFFRm4hcYAf7L9-Kz_k2N0CzFmlnj4kMa-7a0aZkPX3gixozVWagaStzYDoVVnkdf0bwFO3eQuphVLfUIrZH_p-WUn8pxMRpVgsj-aaOgAoxqUzWWMVg07YVgUBQHI7xvzVMU_XdXZK73u00e7w/w687-h442/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20093%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="687" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">We can barely see the Canadian cottage built by the grandparents of Thomas Edison.</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMB5UApyovrgRLIjc2X5kQgya1q3VpZGNaqeCxDmsKIQH2cE2zg_9DOwjppXGl5ZSDvoxbGe0RU5w7KylqTF3_N-oTFXAEj8UIPaVXYcXugBaK3yv1342Xv1cJF2mHCuyYcR3yYvd1797yON28T-WX0zYaSAb4fBTJepEcznccHk03MPpucT7NXDJylg/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20100%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="456" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMB5UApyovrgRLIjc2X5kQgya1q3VpZGNaqeCxDmsKIQH2cE2zg_9DOwjppXGl5ZSDvoxbGe0RU5w7KylqTF3_N-oTFXAEj8UIPaVXYcXugBaK3yv1342Xv1cJF2mHCuyYcR3yYvd1797yON28T-WX0zYaSAb4fBTJepEcznccHk03MPpucT7NXDJylg/w685-h456/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20100%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="685" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sleepy Hollow?<br />Sounds like a nice little town.<br />Methinks, mayhaps, I could settle here.</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Time to head back to <i>my </i> house:</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_NLOlpP9FSG3P80OMRZUSkoL12jh9atK7oahEEb6hrD6wE5mw3hzxmfTttci8Sfx4TrRUOmARLmOhPg5BQk5GpERKasb49NV8DtYjyD9mxHspNikeYRMeJtOv6gkjYm1VDxRz63eor-fLMWtDTixUkvF63JBXvV-stAFNTsCtv-0uJQdP51zaQ_HC8w/s1496/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20096%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="793" data-original-width="1496" height="365" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_NLOlpP9FSG3P80OMRZUSkoL12jh9atK7oahEEb6hrD6wE5mw3hzxmfTttci8Sfx4TrRUOmARLmOhPg5BQk5GpERKasb49NV8DtYjyD9mxHspNikeYRMeJtOv6gkjYm1VDxRz63eor-fLMWtDTixUkvF63JBXvV-stAFNTsCtv-0uJQdP51zaQ_HC8w/w686-h365/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20096%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="686" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Greenfield Village was very lucky to get this house, for it was offered to <br />Old Sturbridge Village first.<br />I am so glad they turned it down (it did not fit the period in which they present there).<br />Frankly, I don't believe the history would have been shown as well - so glad "we" got it!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM66wNvexuJThuiLtzsnQIaHJL6LEvbmDv2vP91Qqr6L8bIOhP-kZi_LyvX2vZsYRfMKkbInKYVzetP5PhmWyhkI1242__wdKwnrppNHbyNiUkb3xeRKJbZ8stWRUD8nK9mTjIfvuimZQ_TPyCQymhCXLsrcS6Z8iOXZAUpZI7EveGu_ODTIQBGloHCA/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20092%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="449" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM66wNvexuJThuiLtzsnQIaHJL6LEvbmDv2vP91Qqr6L8bIOhP-kZi_LyvX2vZsYRfMKkbInKYVzetP5PhmWyhkI1242__wdKwnrppNHbyNiUkb3xeRKJbZ8stWRUD8nK9mTjIfvuimZQ_TPyCQymhCXLsrcS6Z8iOXZAUpZI7EveGu_ODTIQBGloHCA/w674-h449/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20092%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="674" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Here is a colonial scene:<br />from <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2016/02/bringing-historic-homes-to-life-daggett.html">Daggett</a> to the <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/03/historic-structures-brought-to-life.html">Farris (Cape Cod) Windmill</a> to the small red <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2018/02/bringing-historic-homes-to-life.html">Plympton Home</a>.</span> </td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb6WiX6ArqGnqxBw9weyAmopid9lTPoTeUXS-lVAoxWZU03G2zOFywYLMCRdkeVRv-1kzTQr2PWWoKohF1oHMaovRoDcEOm4L6V-5B10K3__hr2eXadalXFfp12mys2VvvdcYwikD8QUDPN9SBqdtYj3W3VsclQ6337V6sYUQXsL0gI-BrVJs6S5D6pQ/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20098%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="459" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb6WiX6ArqGnqxBw9weyAmopid9lTPoTeUXS-lVAoxWZU03G2zOFywYLMCRdkeVRv-1kzTQr2PWWoKohF1oHMaovRoDcEOm4L6V-5B10K3__hr2eXadalXFfp12mys2VvvdcYwikD8QUDPN9SBqdtYj3W3VsclQ6337V6sYUQXsL0gI-BrVJs6S5D6pQ/w689-h459/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20098%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="689" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The thorn amidst all the autumn beauty.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoEGMhmeSAHXkJfxb0w8VcjYQxYz6OvFQ9K2tY1PfQNDCZqqf29HLkHoQKDVHYCU_UWPn8DRU09rUUVck7YZAgDJCBu_0CBYQoSbHs-k24stmsc2OfCc0r1V4U4SB1syyXq09OkV-ouFy1BoB-v_rwPb1AkHdsyzLMZU4A9XmNcaWLF5f9HrUdDjFKkA/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20097%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="459" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoEGMhmeSAHXkJfxb0w8VcjYQxYz6OvFQ9K2tY1PfQNDCZqqf29HLkHoQKDVHYCU_UWPn8DRU09rUUVck7YZAgDJCBu_0CBYQoSbHs-k24stmsc2OfCc0r1V4U4SB1syyXq09OkV-ouFy1BoB-v_rwPb1AkHdsyzLMZU4A9XmNcaWLF5f9HrUdDjFKkA/w691-h459/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20097%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="691" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Norm moves past the 1822 <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2014/07/noah-webster-forgotten-founding-father.html">home of Noah Webster</a>.<br />That is the original home right there where Mr. Webster completed his dictionary.<br />And to think that Yale University - that bastion of gathering knowledge/higher learning - was going to have this historic house razed.<br />Thank God Henry Ford took it under his care.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUM0oiAi40gujJV1vnLY4fJCcCpsq5qE4dhbYxDX4YoD4Xll11tUyKrSGzDQFHeAuxVEAd1gix7LG6fg4kADl0zAarqETxfn1GsO8SJfcJo0MATXqgYBC0AtUHquH6FcUt2mjtpbb5gl4Ve-3ItuS13ZGvWXR8sELEe0pOc_wBTvuHMHxlecnDJvLuEQ/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20090%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="454" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUM0oiAi40gujJV1vnLY4fJCcCpsq5qE4dhbYxDX4YoD4Xll11tUyKrSGzDQFHeAuxVEAd1gix7LG6fg4kADl0zAarqETxfn1GsO8SJfcJo0MATXqgYBC0AtUHquH6FcUt2mjtpbb5gl4Ve-3ItuS13ZGvWXR8sELEe0pOc_wBTvuHMHxlecnDJvLuEQ/w682-h454/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20090%20Autumn%20Traditions%20at%20GFV.jpg" width="682" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">As I was about to leave, I saw this in the ticket plaza and had to get a snap of it.<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><div>So...did you get your fill of autumn at Greenfield Village through today's post with over a hundred photos?</div><div>No?</div><div>Well, as I said earlier, toward the end of November - in just about a month or so - I plan to have another post about autumn at Greenfield Village. It will be a sort of part two of this one.</div></div></div><div>I still have a strong hope that Fall Flavors<b>/</b>Fall harvest will be brought back in full force once again - all people of all races on all human-populated continents celebrated/celebrate the harvest, and have since time began. Just imagine <i>candle dipping, grain harvest, apple cider making, bailing hay, heirloom apple tours, winnowing, dyeing and spinning, flax processing, beer brewing, all kinds of cooking, corn shelling, soap making, threshing with a threshing machine as well as with hand-flails, seeing sickles & scythes being used</i>...quite the journey to harvest past!</div><div><br /></div><div>Until next time, see you in time.</div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-size: large;"><b>.</b></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div><div>Here are my blog postings if you want to see how the Greenfield Village Fall Harvest / Fall Flavors Weekends used to be, for those who had never been.</div><div>Now, this event began way before 2012 - I just never wrote blog posts about it before 2012:</div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2012/10/autumn-food-pleasures-of-past.html">2012</a></div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2013/10/a-taste-of-history.html">2013</a></div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2013/09/a-fall-harvest-link-to-past.html">2013 (pt. 2)</a></div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2014/10/days-of-autumn-past-in-photos.html">2014</a></div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2014/10/a-celebration-of-autumn-past-in-video.html">2014 (pt. 2)</a></div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2015/10/colonial-ken-re-visits-greenfield.html">2015</a></div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2016/09/an-18th-century-fall-harvest-celebration.html">2016</a></div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2016/10/autumn-celebrations-then-now.html">2016 (pt. 2)</a></div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2017/11/i-saw-old-autumn-in-morn-fall-visit-to.html">2017</a></div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2018/10/if-i-could-save-time-in-bottle.html">2018</a></div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2019/10/historical-harvest-food-at-greenfield.html">2019</a></div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2020/11/autumn-at-greenfield-village-2020.html">2020</a> was the beginning of the end; they had small doses of harvest/flavors, but the end was nigh.</div></div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2021/11/greenfield-village-2021-autumn-visits.html">2021</a> - not Fall Flavors, but plenty of photos during the season, sort of like today's post.</div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2022/11/greenfield-village-in-search-of-autumn.html">2022</a></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I don't believe there is another season I celebrate like fall<b>/</b>autumn<b>/</b>harvest time. And it's not only at Greenfield Village. I celebrate with my family in a variety of different ways. Click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/10/celebrating-autumn-with-family.html">HERE</a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">~</span> ~ <span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: medium;"><b>~</b></span></div><div><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />Historical Kenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04979801752112100293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56451385109293718.post-11678712887641014412023-10-19T10:54:00.004-04:002023-10-31T19:04:31.932-04:00Celebrating Autumn With Family Traditions<div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><div><br /></div><div><i>Most often I write in Passion for the Past about daily life of long ago.</i></div><div><i>But how about daily life of today?</i></div><div><i>Yep - - this particular post is to show how this modern day family (who's patriarch - moi! - is a living historian) keeps the past and many of its traditions alive in 2023 in our own way of celebrating this </i></div><div><i>special time of year.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><b><i><span style="color: #b45f06;">~</span><span style="color: red;">></span><span style="color: #b45f06;">~</span><span style="color: #38761d;">></span><span style="color: #fcff01;">~</span><span style="color: #741b47;">></span><span style="color: #fcff01;">~</span><span style="color: #ffa400;">></span><span style="color: red;">~</span><span style="color: #6aa84f;">></span><span style="color: #b45f06;">~</span><span style="color: red;">></span><span style="color: #990000;">~</span><span style="color: #fcff01;">></span><span style="color: #e69138;">~</span><span style="color: red;">></span><span style="color: #38761d;">~</span><span style="color: #fcff01;">></span><span style="color: #ffa400;">~</span></i><i><span style="color: #cc0000;">></span></i><i><span style="color: #f1c232;">~</span><span style="color: #b45f06;">></span><span style="color: #6aa84f;">~</span></i></b></div></div><div><br /></div><div><div>Experiencing Autumn and Harvest time...</div><div>Did you know that before the words “autumn” or “fall” (from the late Middle Ages) were used to describe the season we are upon, “harvest” or “harvest time” (or <i>"hærf-est"</i> in Old English) was the verb/noun used ? Old English Harvest<b>/</b>Haerf-est meant "autumn" (the season), "harvest-time," or "August." </div></div><div>Though I have sprinkled history throughout today's post, it isn't necessarily about history, per se', but, rather, how I've incorporated the past into the present. You see, I'm all about tradition and traditions. Whether carrying on a family tradition for 50+ years or relatively newer ones, I'm usually all in. So let's begin our celebration and traditions, old and new, with what many Americans consider the gateway from summer to fall: Labor Day Weekend. Often considered the last of the Summer holidays - or the first of the Autumn holidays - this weekend holds many of the traditions that are near and dear to me. For instance, my wife and I began a new one last year - - or should I say, modified an old tradition. </div><div><div>It was on the Friday of Labor Day Weekend, September 1st, that Patty & I ventured north to Frankenmuth. We've tried to take an annual fall trip to "Michigan's Little Bavaria," for literally decades. It's only about a 90 minute ride north of Detroit, but the sites & sounds are an ocean away! Okay, so it's not exactly like Bavaria in Germany, but that's where its roots lie.</div><div>Frankenmuth is known for three main things:</div><div>1) It's Bavarian look and feel</div><div>2) It's delicious chicken</div><div>3) Christmas </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF709jcOV1NO2cYsr62i3R3E_RwS9Bs4XGjpJevmrFSZcWLT9JPovCk8k_LaXWJiXUHCqnDcYD3BFEdP6etmAnI_YdjUOPiJJRdb1sz-fmXX8i6jluVRQaMAVGwGBf1xUGqDlyjt-L-LBokZTYF6U74Ub0cOSk-piGY1KHW8YaW_73-ZAkNIzyaXsTmA/s915/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20001%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="915" data-original-width="686" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF709jcOV1NO2cYsr62i3R3E_RwS9Bs4XGjpJevmrFSZcWLT9JPovCk8k_LaXWJiXUHCqnDcYD3BFEdP6etmAnI_YdjUOPiJJRdb1sz-fmXX8i6jluVRQaMAVGwGBf1xUGqDlyjt-L-LBokZTYF6U74Ub0cOSk-piGY1KHW8YaW_73-ZAkNIzyaXsTmA/w480-h640/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20001%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Labor Day Weekend - Friday, September 1st, at Frankenmuth<br />Enjoying our chicken dinner!</span></td></tr></tbody></table>We used to go every October, but that month has become such a busy time for us that since last year we've been going on the Friday of Labor Day Weekend. It's not nearly as busy because most other Michiganians usually head to their lake cottages, and since we no longer have a family cottage, we've had to look for other fun ways to fill out our Holiday Weekend.<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9sUOBwClenGjAmhT4MiXw0XMRZzi5gIacosRqAy5-S0qN2liTwZkFlreY44Csj2oYD35SGtpwXX86u3QnJAlZRISXLyqptaBZXPzQG3kTyFXM6mGy6h6Gk_rLXSzpoSkJhDpoAu6No_JUTXsw1_q_tqlXPgtDfYdiwrcIJWEfMm2n5mBqWr5ijhlJqw/s741/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20002%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="734" data-original-width="741" height="634" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9sUOBwClenGjAmhT4MiXw0XMRZzi5gIacosRqAy5-S0qN2liTwZkFlreY44Csj2oYD35SGtpwXX86u3QnJAlZRISXLyqptaBZXPzQG3kTyFXM6mGy6h6Gk_rLXSzpoSkJhDpoAu6No_JUTXsw1_q_tqlXPgtDfYdiwrcIJWEfMm2n5mBqWr5ijhlJqw/w640-h634/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20002%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Labor Day Weekend - Friday at Frankenmuth<br />Proud of our state - "Pure Michigan"</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwdatVgoGaz9IRaI_CC2SRwr95o8FxW0SsAg6Bd4U3KmshMLVbFAhCG7AwQwWod6dm6Ki7Sj0w5j65hLS0zl6EYbyHFJ5jpwrqbywmmS9aDFcA5cFc-oE5kkhBo7ZiKAlFNzn4WB0iLNv63t0eZfFod9stJRzP43TlS7L0BDweW6YP8sEifTNt9Z9Q_g/s832/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20003%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="832" data-original-width="624" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwdatVgoGaz9IRaI_CC2SRwr95o8FxW0SsAg6Bd4U3KmshMLVbFAhCG7AwQwWod6dm6Ki7Sj0w5j65hLS0zl6EYbyHFJ5jpwrqbywmmS9aDFcA5cFc-oE5kkhBo7ZiKAlFNzn4WB0iLNv63t0eZfFod9stJRzP43TlS7L0BDweW6YP8sEifTNt9Z9Q_g/w480-h640/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20003%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Labor Day Weekend - Friday at Frankenmuth<br />Frankenmuth is also known for its fudge!<br />Made right there in front of us, along with other<br />chocolate treats!</span></td></tr></tbody></table>Frankenmuth is also home to Bronner's CHRISTmas Wonderland, a retail store that promotes itself as the "World's Largest Christmas Store."<div>And it is amazingly gigantic with <i>all things Christmas</i> - the variety of Christmas decorations they have for sale is astounding; some are chintzy, some gaudy, some no better than "Dollar Store" quality, though most items are beautiful, often unusual, collectible, quality keepsakes, such as what we purchased here:</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL7cZ6reRNyOSVi0ANYuFQfSgEGqLcYTcKd5BzXI-MpvDUcEYYzqKH3GkFpAByFyPFrIrxqMOszTxAgx_LyfWOQlw_JkjPtv671IbPUxI6lgF9lzB13-QVt9T2h4gK6p6-4GAIZCfoXcdjWOWbNHGVGvoLjSga7-bnYn6SiitLhRqgxVKi8FwDneBbKg/s1389/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20035%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="757" data-original-width="1389" height="372" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL7cZ6reRNyOSVi0ANYuFQfSgEGqLcYTcKd5BzXI-MpvDUcEYYzqKH3GkFpAByFyPFrIrxqMOszTxAgx_LyfWOQlw_JkjPtv671IbPUxI6lgF9lzB13-QVt9T2h4gK6p6-4GAIZCfoXcdjWOWbNHGVGvoLjSga7-bnYn6SiitLhRqgxVKi8FwDneBbKg/w685-h372/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20035%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" width="685" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Yes, I am a Christian, but I am a historian as well, and these two figurine-type collectibles show life during the time of Christ. I've been <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/02/history-according-to-time-life-more.html">reading books</a> on the B.C. and early A.D.-era in our world's history, so this happens to show well that part of the past.<br />Yep - - bought at Bronner's!<br />And plan to get more~</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div>Since we no longer have a family cottage to go to, our Labor Day Saturday was a stay-at-home day for us, and Patty decided to do some spinning on her wheel:<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWaUdA8oZF3WzWLI08PZ4McxJVuyiCEZqhGD7NEcnWEfJ6gkfaDiU2E_C32My5GLyB2uQZ4E8wXXhpDlE4BfzIvFVLYnItWQ7TBLYwnlQnvunJgwbaB9t3a-J3jRAIOjEYu5C7MFiYgsSo9Nt9x5sjH0yvbhA936hc73J6rNIWj3AQCFC8A9Z539IB5Q/s832/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20004%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="color: black;"><img border="0" data-original-height="832" data-original-width="624" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWaUdA8oZF3WzWLI08PZ4McxJVuyiCEZqhGD7NEcnWEfJ6gkfaDiU2E_C32My5GLyB2uQZ4E8wXXhpDlE4BfzIvFVLYnItWQ7TBLYwnlQnvunJgwbaB9t3a-J3jRAIOjEYu5C7MFiYgsSo9Nt9x5sjH0yvbhA936hc73J6rNIWj3AQCFC8A9Z539IB5Q/w480-h640/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20004%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" width="480" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Labor Day Saturday and what does my wife do?<br />She spins on her spinning wheel!</span></td></tr></tbody></table>It was also on this Saturday that a very cool antique pewter plate made in 1740 arrived in the mail~<br /></div><div>I purchased it off a reputable antique dealer recommended to me by a friend.</div><div>Yes, I am pleased.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9tfBoK3Qf5qnD9kt-VAycaiZyqVveXNmyYLy4RD5hzj7UHkvZ1i50M6cfYtZ4Wo5czdXkWN-j8Wrttkt3-lTwOLpoxDHDXeC3Kx_0XhlFiNZbQ35aXrfsHMSmCoeCfI-DWvNtgXIjByABpxOBWYfd1Yp5Z6AhNgp0eLHdonstGwtU2Z-Di2H_7WbaTw/s1123/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20034%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="842" data-original-width="1123" height="516" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9tfBoK3Qf5qnD9kt-VAycaiZyqVveXNmyYLy4RD5hzj7UHkvZ1i50M6cfYtZ4Wo5czdXkWN-j8Wrttkt3-lTwOLpoxDHDXeC3Kx_0XhlFiNZbQ35aXrfsHMSmCoeCfI-DWvNtgXIjByABpxOBWYfd1Yp5Z6AhNgp0eLHdonstGwtU2Z-Di2H_7WbaTw/w687-h516/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20034%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" width="687" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">That's the plate on the left from 1740 that was delivered on Saturday, September 2nd.<br />Next to the plate is a pewter porringer from 1769, <br />and at the top is a candle stick from 1757.<br />My friend, Brian, commented: "You’re now a bonafide 18th century antique collector!"<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div><div>New traditions mixed with history...</div><div><br /></div><div>It wasn't very long ago that at this time of year, farmers would have been busy in the fields from dawn 'til dusk, continuing what they've been doing since late July - harvesting crops. And when the crops came in, the farmers celebrated! I have been experiencing and celebrating, too, for most of my life. </div><div>As I recall, it was Labor Day Weekend 1973 when my father had our first family corn roast. Unfortunately, it's very doubtful that any of the few photos taken that night are still around. That first corn roast was quite different from what it has morphed into---it began with my Dad inviting cottage relatives and a few cottage neighbors over. It was such fun! What I remember most, besides the corn, was seeing my Uncle Mike Salamone dancing near the grill to The Crew Cuts "Sh-Boom (Life Could Be A Dream"). He was quite the dancer! And I remember most of those who were there, too. </div><div>So here we are, fifty years later in this year of 2023 - the 50th anniversary:</div><div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyZptVDOe98g_f1JLHFOvU2L1nv5k-thn0WEFEHSVW6r8_dkWq_n7U4FyRHyQVA0RoAZK9OzXLmccJ3mywLz5CLexNwL8t9R6QcAHehgHfb_sG3j2GYU97CQ-8Acca30uQvdeOQF8zHgcLxRgFYl3Bg8hI41B92TiuofNGB1Ps6n1GUld8WuYgguCPAQ/s688/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20005%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="688" data-original-width="680" height="692" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyZptVDOe98g_f1JLHFOvU2L1nv5k-thn0WEFEHSVW6r8_dkWq_n7U4FyRHyQVA0RoAZK9OzXLmccJ3mywLz5CLexNwL8t9R6QcAHehgHfb_sG3j2GYU97CQ-8Acca30uQvdeOQF8zHgcLxRgFYl3Bg8hI41B92TiuofNGB1Ps6n1GUld8WuYgguCPAQ/w684-h692/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20005%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" width="684" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And we are still celebrating the Labor Day Sunday annual Corn Roast!<div>Soaking the corn before placing it on the grill...</div></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJk8kT-ut-vVksWw8ot6mYB8oLGE3WQESuyt5_tfchu8gMfvnZujhR5H8b0EhyjDRjicyyhvlclL5w6hImcWKK-maMut5ncFVlMPwG9exKGjgCjdVG1vNqcUTifWX4oW6uIGE-pfU3bDhmKwLN5TZoPYUpGDu2eIcLVLq79IOBcTIZvhTWNHKopGnIjA/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20006%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJk8kT-ut-vVksWw8ot6mYB8oLGE3WQESuyt5_tfchu8gMfvnZujhR5H8b0EhyjDRjicyyhvlclL5w6hImcWKK-maMut5ncFVlMPwG9exKGjgCjdVG1vNqcUTifWX4oW6uIGE-pfU3bDhmKwLN5TZoPYUpGDu2eIcLVLq79IOBcTIZvhTWNHKopGnIjA/w640-h426/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20006%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Labor Day Sunday<br />Sweet corn roasting on an open fire...<br />That's my niece's husband on the right.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXYgIvCCxoFHWuEDE8uZ793qnG76O8vPrWdHSolks1n8GjEVHY8YRFxDcIXEw2sGGlotBu_chUytRgHDHtioYwh_AYNCT37vKlv89R4nLpL06_DwZ7utQkQclL622OM999Nq5frb5G4wCuXYUsA-O1BjYfrO_wLs1Z7dP_VlbNknjPsvmT9ur6OkJxXA/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20007%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="color: black;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXYgIvCCxoFHWuEDE8uZ793qnG76O8vPrWdHSolks1n8GjEVHY8YRFxDcIXEw2sGGlotBu_chUytRgHDHtioYwh_AYNCT37vKlv89R4nLpL06_DwZ7utQkQclL622OM999Nq5frb5G4wCuXYUsA-O1BjYfrO_wLs1Z7dP_VlbNknjPsvmT9ur6OkJxXA/w640-h426/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20007%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" width="640" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Labor Day Sunday<br />My wife and I~</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></div><div>Later in the evening we visited at our eldest son's place for a bonfire ~<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuQcvr-EnIKYS7ba-jQwm1Jhcs97mQd2DDjo-ZEwd_mT2AE6Do1KfodfcKJBTH6evy1uC12nUvOaW4C565zos10P2xQLOzUcGS5bEdX6ofP4x8pl6_qGkbGUHtG0iIJ-5U6H1vh-8hjt2n8QSCemvx5PlKPhjgMlnPjfiNVJCHPmBnTJGKJGqqRt1Jzg/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20008%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuQcvr-EnIKYS7ba-jQwm1Jhcs97mQd2DDjo-ZEwd_mT2AE6Do1KfodfcKJBTH6evy1uC12nUvOaW4C565zos10P2xQLOzUcGS5bEdX6ofP4x8pl6_qGkbGUHtG0iIJ-5U6H1vh-8hjt2n8QSCemvx5PlKPhjgMlnPjfiNVJCHPmBnTJGKJGqqRt1Jzg/w640-h426/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20008%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Labor Day Sunday evening bonfire - - - - <br />our five grandchildren, ages eight to a few months, were there as well.<br />The celebration continues~</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL5BZ06boy7VJigtf4aGIA0iJozLPMPg5azKc0AbZ4tCjp6o3oa-pXBBRQCRoPEZV5aEgvSpTncA5cI_gyzX6Z7wU_c1tymn72JfZieSoz9fLhTcciO1T0-4WiXIs7JyOqFZ4ntY-ykAF70ae2PSMyWdfx1-vPye08dFCblshSAOSTaAiFEPQtS87ytg/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20009%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL5BZ06boy7VJigtf4aGIA0iJozLPMPg5azKc0AbZ4tCjp6o3oa-pXBBRQCRoPEZV5aEgvSpTncA5cI_gyzX6Z7wU_c1tymn72JfZieSoz9fLhTcciO1T0-4WiXIs7JyOqFZ4ntY-ykAF70ae2PSMyWdfx1-vPye08dFCblshSAOSTaAiFEPQtS87ytg/w640-h426/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20009%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Labor Day Sunday<br />The evening sunset gave the clouds over my son's house a soft glow.</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><div><br /></div><div><div>That brings us to Labor Day Monday, September 4th.</div><div>I proudly displayed two American Flags off my front porch for the holiday: the current stars-n-stripes, and the historic Gadsden Flag (from 1775).</div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2GxLH87XSNX9lC9RsnAEs7ItakuMmh1G-CkNZELstkRFUJxb5NztdXF7fNCSNcHzwicznb2Bjq3qB1uR-X2OGnTkaKGec-MscNzEelzdkdV0OMx0ap15Ty8l9XADPsG8GPNrBtBZUlB2pleP6vqp1Vm6nRuYtlpi_6U-m4dF4Bs3cYbW-k1P1eKAwUA/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20010%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="457" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2GxLH87XSNX9lC9RsnAEs7ItakuMmh1G-CkNZELstkRFUJxb5NztdXF7fNCSNcHzwicznb2Bjq3qB1uR-X2OGnTkaKGec-MscNzEelzdkdV0OMx0ap15Ty8l9XADPsG8GPNrBtBZUlB2pleP6vqp1Vm6nRuYtlpi_6U-m4dF4Bs3cYbW-k1P1eKAwUA/w686-h457/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20010%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" width="686" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Labor Day Monday<br />I proudly fly my Gadsden flag as well as the current American flag.<br />Buntings, too! <br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div>If you know me at all then you know I am always flying my American flags, usually of the historical variety. This year I chose to fly my Gadsden flag because it was, at that time, making national news:<br /><div><i>Colorado Governor, Jared Polis, on Tuesday (August 29) responded to reports that a 12-year-old boy named Jaiden had been removed from class over a patch displaying the Gadsden flag, also known as the “Don’t Tread On Me Flag.”</i></div><div><i>The boy was barred from displaying the flag because school staff believed it to be associated with slavery and racism, according to video and emails published by Connor Boyack, a conservative author.</i></div><div><i>“The reason we do not want the flag displayed is due to its origins with slavery and the slave trade,” a woman says in a video that is purported to show a meeting between the boy’s family and staff at The Vanguard School, a charter school in Colorado Springs.</i></div><div><i>As news of the student’s ejection went viral, Gov. Jared Polis stepped in to defend the student and the flag. In a social-media post, Polis framed the Gadsden flag as a patriotic symbol rooted in the U.S. Revolution, not a hateful one.</i></div><div><i>“The Gadsden flag is a proud symbol of the American revolution and (an) iconic warning to Britain or any government not to violate the liberties of Americans,” he wrote on X, the platform formerly known as Twitter.</i></div><div><i>Polis also shared remarks about the controversy today, “I think it's great when kids express themselves in different ways as long as they're not creating a disruptive environment, certainly the Gadsden flag is a great iconic American flag, other kids have LGBT flags, others have flags of major political parties," he said.</i></div>And this is why history must be taught without an agenda - if you are a teacher, just teach what happened rather than expose biases to the school kids, for they may be just like this student and show you up.</div><div><br /></div><div>So our much quieter than usual Labor Day Monday was spent at home, and our daughter came over for a visit.<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVNRgE73q6QrkmC73nNXE9SVTBAQKjf-kSJF_xi8f_mCfgQ3IKUQydOStb5bWxLeRiYw6HpAOmB7BHGLNI9c5eX12lezt4K7BEtmciE8xa-tFUnXEFdPR25yqw5nYuD0No3Py7_HyMs9GI4WWs3jqf3F0A5EUxb-75QyAhjp86QSe4UWzeqMlOQiU-Ew/s900/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20011%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="600" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVNRgE73q6QrkmC73nNXE9SVTBAQKjf-kSJF_xi8f_mCfgQ3IKUQydOStb5bWxLeRiYw6HpAOmB7BHGLNI9c5eX12lezt4K7BEtmciE8xa-tFUnXEFdPR25yqw5nYuD0No3Py7_HyMs9GI4WWs3jqf3F0A5EUxb-75QyAhjp86QSe4UWzeqMlOQiU-Ew/w426-h640/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20011%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" width="426" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Labor Day Monday and our daughter came over<br />to hang out with us.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>Basically, Labor Day Monday was more relaxed. Usually I head to Greenfield Village on this day, but since I visited on Friday, I just stayed home and saved gas and gas money. Besides, this was a fine Labor Day Weekend as it was, both with activities and with weather.</div><div>Labor Day also means school is in session - or soon would be. In our neck of the woods, many schools started the following day, but for the first time in decades, I would not be there: I retired from working this past June (yes, old age is creeping up), leaving me more weekday time to do my own thing. One of those things will be to visit my place of solace and history, Greenfield Village, more often. I have scads of pretty good fall photos from those visits - enough to fill another blog post - and that's what I plan to do...write a separate post just on my autumn Greenfield Village visits.</div><div>Look for that one next.</div><div>However, I will throw in a couple of pictures taken when I visited that first Thursday in September: But first let's understand something:</div><div><div><a href="https://www.thoughtco.com/the-astronomical-vs-meteorological-seasons-3443708">Astronomical</a> Fall - Fall doesn't officially begin until the autumn equinox, September 23 this year (2023), and ends on the winter solstice, between Dec. 20 and Dec. 22. </div><div>M<a href="https://www.thoughtco.com/the-astronomical-vs-meteorological-seasons-3443708">eteorological</a> fall begins on September 1st and includes the full months of September, October, and November and, though not technically fall for its first three weeks, has the look and feel of it. </div><div><div>The best way for me to explain the differences would be if someone asked you when each of the seasons occurs, how would you respond? Your answer may depend on whether you think of the seasons in a more traditional, or a more weather-related way.</div></div></div><div>My mind goes more along the lines of meteorological fall - <i>"school starts in the fall"</i> - I think most of us feel the same way.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8Et2KevtCYxZNZDVk_3BRfDFscgYtdaEyxgka47_NZnEXUwqg05rKvxVzJp0VzJgvXMG1qX47djLO46w0vay4tRrugzxBgdG-xYquQhjl63rIigxgu-fymYVhaHjno1DiIl5rP-YblQ4_4BFqV2o7Te1yY7-BbyzoFtwaVJZIofe638ig_5DgHZWG_Q/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-19%20035%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="454" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8Et2KevtCYxZNZDVk_3BRfDFscgYtdaEyxgka47_NZnEXUwqg05rKvxVzJp0VzJgvXMG1qX47djLO46w0vay4tRrugzxBgdG-xYquQhjl63rIigxgu-fymYVhaHjno1DiIl5rP-YblQ4_4BFqV2o7Te1yY7-BbyzoFtwaVJZIofe638ig_5DgHZWG_Q/w683-h454/q%202023%20-%2010-19%20035%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" width="683" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Okay, so technically, September 7 is not fall...<i>astronomical fall, </i> that is.<br />However, it is meteorological fall!<br />Either way, it sure looks like the early part of autumn to me at the entrance gates to <br />Greenfield Village!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7FWUNPvSFu4Ezsx6KJ-KhiehQIwccAq6WUJOGnK2cVqIz_z2IMUF-TMtB0Re2U_otElp6rbeV0_YbalGI__27C-QtOndDCsDbUGcbiXwtY-9CqwMRii5QXNEk3ZNauGyOqVFYGzXMgzGu3TL2SNIfHi88LGh4k6R1FmX0OxBeWVehyphenhyphenPbGEFtoFcW3Aw/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-19%20037%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7FWUNPvSFu4Ezsx6KJ-KhiehQIwccAq6WUJOGnK2cVqIz_z2IMUF-TMtB0Re2U_otElp6rbeV0_YbalGI__27C-QtOndDCsDbUGcbiXwtY-9CqwMRii5QXNEk3ZNauGyOqVFYGzXMgzGu3TL2SNIfHi88LGh4k6R1FmX0OxBeWVehyphenhyphenPbGEFtoFcW3Aw/w690-h458/q%202023%20-%2010-19%20037%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" width="690" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Again...technically it is still summer - September 7 - but fall was in the air. <br />The horse and carriage moves past the birthplace home of Henry Ford (1863). <br />It was restored to Ford's own memory to about 1876.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIY7hGbOJ-IYnDollsXBaU8P91Gy3bCuBGppDLmMNV937nTwuyGKTuQrHAz-zJVlLpt7bGs_IjKiPcdnsYZs6pJliZJmVQJPzsIZaPiZerUpXZh0trJdMgbvG0zocc2CEwOBdEzIx0frDlPRCzieaVXEaUoUgmkh7EvNbAPKzpTyyHrqKkeFVAInpyjA/s1431/q%202023%20-%2010-19%20036%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="825" data-original-width="1431" height="390" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIY7hGbOJ-IYnDollsXBaU8P91Gy3bCuBGppDLmMNV937nTwuyGKTuQrHAz-zJVlLpt7bGs_IjKiPcdnsYZs6pJliZJmVQJPzsIZaPiZerUpXZh0trJdMgbvG0zocc2CEwOBdEzIx0frDlPRCzieaVXEaUoUgmkh7EvNbAPKzpTyyHrqKkeFVAInpyjA/w679-h390/q%202023%20-%2010-19%20036%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" width="679" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Over at the 18th century home Samuel Daggett built we find Roy working on the well sweep and Kirsten picking necessities for their dinner meal from the kitchen garden.</span></td></tr></tbody></table>As I said, I have an entire blog post in the works featuring my late summer / early fall visits to Greenfield Village coming up for the next posting. <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Earlier I wrote of our long-time family tradition of the Labor Day Corn Roast, and how we have just celebrated its 50th year. It's nice to have traditions carried on...but this is not the only one stemming from my youth:</div></div></div><div>there is also apple picking!</div><div>Now apple picking is a sort of holiday for me. I begin planning it as early as mid-August - finding a date that can work for everyone...or, in the very least, most of us. So it is apple picking weekend that I work on my annual autumn decorating. For Christmas I go all out on the interior of my house, but for fall I love to do my porch. Fall is totally about the outdoors, so it is in this way that I can enjoy the sites of my favorite season every time I leave & return and even look out my door...and enjoy a bit of country in the city!</div></div></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCr3OyffA--TArdoAX4yOWzw6OGNPZIVy6zw8SrprrWysRqo5vy35p0rfnzoD4AohFldUurm0HchmFEQ4bFPrybLyd3WRGj33VZAoxdu5SGl2P-v6xP_8SCtAZYf0PJ0dkiaFsqX_MMYK0EbW5XbakK_JrP_5lDIRmHaJF_eCikka8QEvxbuG0Ryw9nw/s832/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20019%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="832" data-original-width="624" height="668" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCr3OyffA--TArdoAX4yOWzw6OGNPZIVy6zw8SrprrWysRqo5vy35p0rfnzoD4AohFldUurm0HchmFEQ4bFPrybLyd3WRGj33VZAoxdu5SGl2P-v6xP_8SCtAZYf0PJ0dkiaFsqX_MMYK0EbW5XbakK_JrP_5lDIRmHaJF_eCikka8QEvxbuG0Ryw9nw/w501-h668/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20019%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" width="501" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">By mid-September I head to the local fruits and vegetables <br />market to purchase hay, gourds, and corn stalks.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilRAHPVwgso_n72i6sSZ-sKpZRCLFhzLSc4CGN-oto3FNdsbuMVXll62Gc_sBuCOjlskLb8XwQPSJ1MNu7JVCMdeHkasvevJWBomPG8YtzlelusyiO-QTQLm5o6H_IvuBhytvWLR69LzaZTlHbLM7QB4ludc_gU7PC9dvZW2WSW510pnCxfKHUnvx6EQ/s832/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20020%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="832" data-original-width="624" height="711" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilRAHPVwgso_n72i6sSZ-sKpZRCLFhzLSc4CGN-oto3FNdsbuMVXll62Gc_sBuCOjlskLb8XwQPSJ1MNu7JVCMdeHkasvevJWBomPG8YtzlelusyiO-QTQLm5o6H_IvuBhytvWLR69LzaZTlHbLM7QB4ludc_gU7PC9dvZW2WSW510pnCxfKHUnvx6EQ/w533-h711/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20020%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" width="533" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I really love the look it gives, even on my suburban Detroit <br />front porch. What I really also enjoy is when a slight breeze blows <br />hearing the corn stalks rattle the leaves a bit.</span></td></tr></tbody></table>And then it's off to pick apples. This tradition has carried on since I was a kid, over 50 years ago, and would go with my parents to Lexington Orchards. This was toward the very beginning of the cider mill craze that is stronger today than it has ever been. Every weekend from September through mid-November, thousands upon thousands of people, usually city folk, head to the country cider mills. There are cider mills of all shapes & sizes throughout the metro-Detroit area and beyond, all having different activities and experiences: some have those robotic hillbilly bears sitting on toilets telling bad jokes and playing string band music, some have haunted houses, petting farms, some might have a corn maze, nature trails, hayrides with bonfires at night, while others have basic apple picking and hay bales to climb; this last one with just the basics is the kind we like most.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht2wV0-jnpH81VNOfdtYrerb1C98WnapWQ4JP2RC2zqv0Hr1jGOiTn9oPtv40QIdxcYjMUB4_3IwH4dOvCBfvTRv7U2fb_qUtknpbBc_dADsQqQhjCMjtrIHWGEbei39_CoaJKq3kWNi7oXR8U5URFxGWBrRmiByJINklGJRmunwlb8UMdk8aVp9FgsQ/s1082/q%202023%20-%2010-19%20051%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="811" data-original-width="1082" height="495" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht2wV0-jnpH81VNOfdtYrerb1C98WnapWQ4JP2RC2zqv0Hr1jGOiTn9oPtv40QIdxcYjMUB4_3IwH4dOvCBfvTRv7U2fb_qUtknpbBc_dADsQqQhjCMjtrIHWGEbei39_CoaJKq3kWNi7oXR8U5URFxGWBrRmiByJINklGJRmunwlb8UMdk8aVp9FgsQ/w660-h495/q%202023%20-%2010-19%20051%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" width="660" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">So for the last ten years or so, this is the one we've been going to.<br />Pick some apples and maybe raspberries, climb hay bales, and enjoy cider & doughnuts.<br />They also have a small shop where you can buy maple syrup, honey, and other treats.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzrSrUh1m8xOeSR21HGJugnMw2t_XnWyTSwQGycLMgK748dV87wwoy02dgUpJEOOsE63vTmQeJG2nc_tgNyNxgxDQmrkKRLqGJcYHBwu0RxgXjdWfjk6uok_K9Vg_YWMZGMW3wP_jjlMtAkWhrGfTiakbx2ccLYKfkXnMZGigCqqtc40lNB-PuizfqHg/s800/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20026%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="786" data-original-width="800" height="628" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzrSrUh1m8xOeSR21HGJugnMw2t_XnWyTSwQGycLMgK748dV87wwoy02dgUpJEOOsE63vTmQeJG2nc_tgNyNxgxDQmrkKRLqGJcYHBwu0RxgXjdWfjk6uok_K9Vg_YWMZGMW3wP_jjlMtAkWhrGfTiakbx2ccLYKfkXnMZGigCqqtc40lNB-PuizfqHg/w640-h628/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20026%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">It's located about 45 minutes from where I live.<br />It was kind of cool that while we were there a guy drove up in his <br />1927 Model T truck, which actually added to our experience.</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><div>So this tradition that began with my parents that I still have fond memories of carried on when my now wife was still my girlfriend, and she & I would go pick apples as a date. We married and had children. Yep---apple picking every fall. Now we have grandchildren, and it continues. Look at the pictures below - three generations of us now go apple picking!</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9-LaLwl9hOuNYZzyn_oEAuOmp7C0lUNt8FRMFhWjz1INepO0QinaZwWv_fNmiyzXPMRpSpwsX3ViG-n7igUYtYX_g6wW6PMzNTK8xG8daYEL6agYMmVcboYZ3qsKHIomUNZcJZPVCX6zqf84EnNvHYIm9AZ_DEhFCKyKec5OG6trSLKdMHtfSdIl_ig/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20021%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="463" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9-LaLwl9hOuNYZzyn_oEAuOmp7C0lUNt8FRMFhWjz1INepO0QinaZwWv_fNmiyzXPMRpSpwsX3ViG-n7igUYtYX_g6wW6PMzNTK8xG8daYEL6agYMmVcboYZ3qsKHIomUNZcJZPVCX6zqf84EnNvHYIm9AZ_DEhFCKyKec5OG6trSLKdMHtfSdIl_ig/w695-h463/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20021%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" width="695" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A tractor-pulled hayride brought us out to our favorite apple variety, the Macintosh.<br />It's a family affair, you know.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqTgIoRDZkEfjlSYoOsrCkdA6T7yDr3EYtv-2O2W_j9Qw-7v69OqAv_9BoQsjHB4DNZNa_5MSJnvkR7doeeBC608rbCrwZDLIQprbLTQzo69ivXPRfg_19YXVBUBhh1dHf4-5TVyeSRhVWkL9cjpf16LqKJvE9mgBLds_X8bLIOuMiADT31gm_io-2sQ/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20025%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="465" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqTgIoRDZkEfjlSYoOsrCkdA6T7yDr3EYtv-2O2W_j9Qw-7v69OqAv_9BoQsjHB4DNZNa_5MSJnvkR7doeeBC608rbCrwZDLIQprbLTQzo69ivXPRfg_19YXVBUBhh1dHf4-5TVyeSRhVWkL9cjpf16LqKJvE9mgBLds_X8bLIOuMiADT31gm_io-2sQ/w699-h465/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20025%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" width="699" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ah...there 'tis.<br />The Macintosh were "discovered" in Ontario, Canada long about the 1790s...or the 1810s, depending on which book or site you get your information from. Either way, it is an old variety - heirloom! - and might have gone the way of so many other old-time apple varieties but remains popular to this day! Of course, they are a good eating apple as well as very good for baking...and cider.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">And here are my grandchildren, carrying on the Giorlando tradition!<br />This makes me so very happy...</div><div style="text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNq-WG4cMS3RALDBG9uRUnTVF1OEhrMy_JulRP82bf9fRstFXq2k7HFOr_TaMziQrzEUdiLhec9h2o_BZ76jIiSs1PLJwMIfnVOIEHVGd4F6P1_ZN-KpSFrXNGJnvwkTj_CF9L1l5MxPjgT2CRfnZs3Ybnd5wFup-DsFqnsxzeDwi82Rxvb0kWh0-WnQ/s840/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20022%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNq-WG4cMS3RALDBG9uRUnTVF1OEhrMy_JulRP82bf9fRstFXq2k7HFOr_TaMziQrzEUdiLhec9h2o_BZ76jIiSs1PLJwMIfnVOIEHVGd4F6P1_ZN-KpSFrXNGJnvwkTj_CF9L1l5MxPjgT2CRfnZs3Ybnd5wFup-DsFqnsxzeDwi82Rxvb0kWh0-WnQ/w426-h640/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20022%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" width="426" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ben picks his first of the season~</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOAXTgpm1V8ISqAlS3MTqPbIG25O1FduRayPS8MWzqA3V5XkpLjU1V5ZOlvs3nAu9GBn-bSfRnId1XIcmOKaOSdoyh9xT63RkVsw_tJPIiJa18xnhjU51YR4emYqXMvuKY-dqp6JVdAJbvTLxidURSbvWzyi_OAiLFJv_5Rbrb5wG2EkkTc2s2cmTEIg/s840/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20023%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOAXTgpm1V8ISqAlS3MTqPbIG25O1FduRayPS8MWzqA3V5XkpLjU1V5ZOlvs3nAu9GBn-bSfRnId1XIcmOKaOSdoyh9xT63RkVsw_tJPIiJa18xnhjU51YR4emYqXMvuKY-dqp6JVdAJbvTLxidURSbvWzyi_OAiLFJv_5Rbrb5wG2EkkTc2s2cmTEIg/w426-h640/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20023%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" width="426" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Eli - not quite old enough to pick just yet, <br />but he likes his apples!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhLJz0OXgoNFQqRgk0BNRq4HLsZG5rlHw1PfZRoYbvIAP5arVu-aXkVwVsiDnAfVVuW8gtoencZ0kFHueMlimBcfO4Lr4Au87JfE5zIAq_ZfNGGd2pDM4rfP7BQWP0hKE3UJ_vzdC5StxjdU7oHufdW6lbdjASLdudBTzmakHZFOhi8_Con0bLxqzVww/s840/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20024%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhLJz0OXgoNFQqRgk0BNRq4HLsZG5rlHw1PfZRoYbvIAP5arVu-aXkVwVsiDnAfVVuW8gtoencZ0kFHueMlimBcfO4Lr4Au87JfE5zIAq_ZfNGGd2pDM4rfP7BQWP0hKE3UJ_vzdC5StxjdU7oHufdW6lbdjASLdudBTzmakHZFOhi8_Con0bLxqzVww/w426-h640/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20024%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" width="426" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Addy reaches for the best!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTxAa-ynqyVTjQKH6zX8GtaC2RyZyj1i0oFX4FA430JpAqbWR1aA0kQIQIpZ-NYCdkD37CKJTKn6yNZt0s7c6s--Ca1CQxOz4RAYxN3F6vXCK2NtuWkzZet7O4jPjQtyjP7BOhwqmoBKlCn0o-aqdiYeYoIYM_Dh95EuyCbLyVeixggnFfxQ8Y9Ha77w/s840/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20027%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTxAa-ynqyVTjQKH6zX8GtaC2RyZyj1i0oFX4FA430JpAqbWR1aA0kQIQIpZ-NYCdkD37CKJTKn6yNZt0s7c6s--Ca1CQxOz4RAYxN3F6vXCK2NtuWkzZet7O4jPjQtyjP7BOhwqmoBKlCn0o-aqdiYeYoIYM_Dh95EuyCbLyVeixggnFfxQ8Y9Ha77w/w426-h640/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20027%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" width="426" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Liam is king of the haystack!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1lUFRBZgs5ykXGJDzwSSlN00DlR6cvz-UAAUU6f-lMpeYtWoZD_SHdoa6CeSXaRQ4boC7jKBB7wRrNqEKctPVcavjzQ6HqXj0Bl1A-3419K_gw-qAqvZ_rIpcM8Aqg1afJTMtzVDZJs_ZnJA3-kdLDg9be7T7Cb9_XLIRb7XlezCEypGYelFwzPI-Ag/s1003/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20028%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="872" data-original-width="1003" height="596" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1lUFRBZgs5ykXGJDzwSSlN00DlR6cvz-UAAUU6f-lMpeYtWoZD_SHdoa6CeSXaRQ4boC7jKBB7wRrNqEKctPVcavjzQ6HqXj0Bl1A-3419K_gw-qAqvZ_rIpcM8Aqg1afJTMtzVDZJs_ZnJA3-kdLDg9be7T7Cb9_XLIRb7XlezCEypGYelFwzPI-Ag/w686-h596/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20028%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" width="686" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Remember those hay bales I mentioned?<br />Here they are! Filled with my wife & I and our five grandchildren!<br />I am holding the youngest, Evangeline, who was born in late May.<br />She's not quite ready to pick apples yet.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgStVnkF3et6gORKH73EpUKZ_hAIiMgDzIzc6ASVUl_VHLipo4Anw91Dm5WGNEVxJH5JieSJrf3lU1ggqSMoMjG2ZBbFFszGLU06Dtvjcm2bcV136D0zrdJeXmwwPsKtFqGpu9Zq8aG81u8w43dxF3-aL9_FxDKQFCPSPr4U_29Rv1TMMlnhzNX4Bj64w/s840/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20029%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="795" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgStVnkF3et6gORKH73EpUKZ_hAIiMgDzIzc6ASVUl_VHLipo4Anw91Dm5WGNEVxJH5JieSJrf3lU1ggqSMoMjG2ZBbFFszGLU06Dtvjcm2bcV136D0zrdJeXmwwPsKtFqGpu9Zq8aG81u8w43dxF3-aL9_FxDKQFCPSPr4U_29Rv1TMMlnhzNX4Bj64w/w529-h795/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20029%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" width="529" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Two crates of apples and a bottle of pure Michigan maple syrup!</span><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyAxcWmaU6JVV_INW6doEFpHaYmvjmMlPbwI9rj8IIirah-ZF_t9ZB6MCsMG1fqGV8XfdvRi_jbIYG4JOSSchcx5HEHeHDOHQqysBCJkTzVLfZelBKdGUKBLfGUwfsUTU8Rx4ggmyiKOEXWGI8UckRBBNkwERh_hpuWAtJNzTo54Ey6evjeMjLauPvIQ/s1123/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20014b%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="842" data-original-width="1123" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyAxcWmaU6JVV_INW6doEFpHaYmvjmMlPbwI9rj8IIirah-ZF_t9ZB6MCsMG1fqGV8XfdvRi_jbIYG4JOSSchcx5HEHeHDOHQqysBCJkTzVLfZelBKdGUKBLfGUwfsUTU8Rx4ggmyiKOEXWGI8UckRBBNkwERh_hpuWAtJNzTo54Ey6evjeMjLauPvIQ/w640-h480/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20014b%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I do enjoy the look, feel, and smell of our back room during this time of year.<br />It has a sort of 18th century <i>lived-in</i> look!<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH1npgM5N228cUNHYf4GjRyDToAct_3NQl9ktEMDnUFBo1v-XiSiK8FGJzQ78exU6bbxAL7KUKR7wDgO2uwgXXNQFmoUj7dlURTK5s-F0dluRtcCyTLgAkejIyDqN4iJVE6g2nh1MFHeOMysIaGrv66g1IgQRgRWOXYvz7vHWdch28cjwBcVjpDz8R6Q/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20036a%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="436" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH1npgM5N228cUNHYf4GjRyDToAct_3NQl9ktEMDnUFBo1v-XiSiK8FGJzQ78exU6bbxAL7KUKR7wDgO2uwgXXNQFmoUj7dlURTK5s-F0dluRtcCyTLgAkejIyDqN4iJVE6g2nh1MFHeOMysIaGrv66g1IgQRgRWOXYvz7vHWdch28cjwBcVjpDz8R6Q/w655-h436/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20036a%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" width="655" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2022/10/times-past-and-times-present-2022.html">You may recall</a> when we bought our table last year. The hard wood and the more traditional shape & style is exactly what we wanted. For us it has worked out perfect!</span></td></tr></tbody></table></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ98p3kkhh7Yy3OrzQceOnJnmmh7hd295oww35Xln8mrF9hkp1HpGyuftO1-OuhXIWBH2MLCb3nKQ3Z_LPIhWckX_4aQkd2KOVQBWm1_QSLHnAIlYzuiV4k_DneyJEjquDzudEb1X8GFLb3c2ECK-LR_R8ybJ8yL2t67tenRcJM8zMqv7FloHryZIHiw/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20030%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="459" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ98p3kkhh7Yy3OrzQceOnJnmmh7hd295oww35Xln8mrF9hkp1HpGyuftO1-OuhXIWBH2MLCb3nKQ3Z_LPIhWckX_4aQkd2KOVQBWm1_QSLHnAIlYzuiV4k_DneyJEjquDzudEb1X8GFLb3c2ECK-LR_R8ybJ8yL2t67tenRcJM8zMqv7FloHryZIHiw/w690-h459/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20030%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" width="690" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">My mom taught Patty how to bake apple pie, so now I can continue enjoying what I grew <br />up with. Even my kids don't care for pies made any other way!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi54S1h4qQE7yoWa-M3ir_0BfMqy28KoLkYM83vSok5VuGy_sRNlccwPtK9NLvalsZPnGHkKde8TQjaLyI-VsuMmmiuP8KWjiQAZ1GiPT6E7VwNV2tAngp4OLubw4wR2wBp775T0zy6K2BZ_EGnYbx7iUC40pNsF6vdhndoA8vE-IiJ14FU531iYvxjqw/s840/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20031%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi54S1h4qQE7yoWa-M3ir_0BfMqy28KoLkYM83vSok5VuGy_sRNlccwPtK9NLvalsZPnGHkKde8TQjaLyI-VsuMmmiuP8KWjiQAZ1GiPT6E7VwNV2tAngp4OLubw4wR2wBp775T0zy6K2BZ_EGnYbx7iUC40pNsF6vdhndoA8vE-IiJ14FU531iYvxjqw/w426-h640/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20031%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" width="426" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Of course, we brought home cider & doughnuts!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqZWNACXu5kkX_ct30mzt2YATm-aSolCEizmlJZdpNx-CJHvCZjd_IMErSJWX88-Vv-dvQhWBzcS993YUUGj2UbGlhf7ivWb3yO-xx0b6ps5y-zv0GZ7pg5NsK9FdcF8iq5Foyc8EQSLDfvnwW7dUaOcuv6aKPQVsdgN9niDCQZVcjHF5i6o1e9m5gWA/s1019/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20032%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="850" data-original-width="1019" height="534" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqZWNACXu5kkX_ct30mzt2YATm-aSolCEizmlJZdpNx-CJHvCZjd_IMErSJWX88-Vv-dvQhWBzcS993YUUGj2UbGlhf7ivWb3yO-xx0b6ps5y-zv0GZ7pg5NsK9FdcF8iq5Foyc8EQSLDfvnwW7dUaOcuv6aKPQVsdgN9niDCQZVcjHF5i6o1e9m5gWA/w640-h534/q%202023%20-%2010-26%20032%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Here we are - my family on apple picking day:<br />Three generations of us - - - four kids, two daughters-in-law, and five grandkids.<br />And there's Patty & I in the back.<br />We also had a sort of harvest feast with homemade bread, soup, chicken, and, <br />for dessert, apple pie from apples picked at our neighbor's tree---apple variety unknown!<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQvKdyuW6Oh0HiaNx3jH-95FRJzba1HX0ZbNfjTVmoUq7XOJjK4jfdEsD-jAdBq75JK1xB0AMj8MVNwNnt55u8cyrnMa5bII_mQ5FLsZsDIsjKWKEf1bQO7QaJm8xJLA7MHvSATIofNP51CKl88RGpSYkExlq5NuY9znBuVMO5xrYTH0bTgJTGDyuhlA/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-19%20048%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQvKdyuW6Oh0HiaNx3jH-95FRJzba1HX0ZbNfjTVmoUq7XOJjK4jfdEsD-jAdBq75JK1xB0AMj8MVNwNnt55u8cyrnMa5bII_mQ5FLsZsDIsjKWKEf1bQO7QaJm8xJLA7MHvSATIofNP51CKl88RGpSYkExlq5NuY9znBuVMO5xrYTH0bTgJTGDyuhlA/w640-h426/q%202023%20-%2010-19%20048%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Our next door neighbor's apple tree the day before our big excursion.<br />Patty couldn't wait lol</span></td></tr></tbody></table>I am <i>so-o-o</i> blessed!</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div>Now, you may be wondering about just what the plan is for them there apples! Well, I have to tell ya, during the first week of October my wife & I actually went back to the orchard and grabbed <i>another </i> half bushel full. Not only does Patty bake pies, but she also cans and makes apple sauce!</div><div>It's her "happy place" - - and, lucky for me, I get to enjoy it, too. Yes, I help her whenever she asks, but this is her thing.</div><div>Here are her (basic) steps:</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6Q4brq5-EDu7_DWKHePssgZzy_QOyEBJQ6yFxmA0KaSmyYOCKn89TZPKT5FM6KKALW3Pzib9aItB7diposjqD-UUkoa5CsnjbzlpleEQxsB4s0hL-wB4lWQpoa26nA_98HZf03OFkSv7DGlipJyxTsKgfpIWjgiWxSFhLI-2NKPwNnXfkjiWLTZ9NdA/s846/q%202023%20-%2010-19%20038%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="color: black;"><img border="0" data-original-height="846" data-original-width="720" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6Q4brq5-EDu7_DWKHePssgZzy_QOyEBJQ6yFxmA0KaSmyYOCKn89TZPKT5FM6KKALW3Pzib9aItB7diposjqD-UUkoa5CsnjbzlpleEQxsB4s0hL-wB4lWQpoa26nA_98HZf03OFkSv7DGlipJyxTsKgfpIWjgiWxSFhLI-2NKPwNnXfkjiWLTZ9NdA/w340-h400/q%202023%20-%2010-19%20038%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" width="340" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Picking the apples...</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhinFgYi3L38P2cFq0QQS7xdoGEV0GyOEFgLkfrjjXRY2PVA3zkgGWNtPuDjPb870wZSIa_j1JvzrEnMoiGdLbJhgB1MetbKmgTGuqM-Xw8vVTNN8i_jye_eVDGms8nCOB7Amu34ZAevxaGhU19occhtYTLds_CqKtq3CUdL8XhDj_meToUyBJaCdZoGg/s1082/q%202023%20-%2010-19%20039%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="color: black;"><img border="0" data-original-height="811" data-original-width="1082" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhinFgYi3L38P2cFq0QQS7xdoGEV0GyOEFgLkfrjjXRY2PVA3zkgGWNtPuDjPb870wZSIa_j1JvzrEnMoiGdLbJhgB1MetbKmgTGuqM-Xw8vVTNN8i_jye_eVDGms8nCOB7Amu34ZAevxaGhU19occhtYTLds_CqKtq3CUdL8XhDj_meToUyBJaCdZoGg/w400-h300/q%202023%20-%2010-19%20039%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">...apples in the crate...</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrkc0t48Ikuzh42VsnBfq-_fultyVIOL26tLiYff77IQ1mwb5uN44vAMcRuNK3WlLqBEyx6SsYMmlDJ_17EG3c0aeICJ0y0QYwxG1wNIMbwDdzMk3gYZVdgktb9rRyZ8VB1r-yR8BBLnjkN5rH5G904UbPtQYTmosf0VP_CgFfpnwQ7XgQYnl9FYsa_w/s1082/q%202023%20-%2010-19%20040%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="811" data-original-width="1082" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrkc0t48Ikuzh42VsnBfq-_fultyVIOL26tLiYff77IQ1mwb5uN44vAMcRuNK3WlLqBEyx6SsYMmlDJ_17EG3c0aeICJ0y0QYwxG1wNIMbwDdzMk3gYZVdgktb9rRyZ8VB1r-yR8BBLnjkN5rH5G904UbPtQYTmosf0VP_CgFfpnwQ7XgQYnl9FYsa_w/w400-h300/q%202023%20-%2010-19%20040%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">...a few of the specially chosen apples...</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrKhBqcIcnnF-A93diQ_amVLGCwvCv_RLkc6ffE2MbkBs716IHFjySOkj1eJE5mufZaO1upuMq7odbiaxCictCJLlu0QyqmgQSMUucarTOIw4Qoalz0gw7BYBh4z3dCkHmNYFa4rm5_kJ2-eeQNRl3P__Lyj_7LEet4_TuVCbi7FstYWp5NIqdyWuz5Q/s1082/q%202023%20-%2010-19%20041%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="811" data-original-width="1082" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrKhBqcIcnnF-A93diQ_amVLGCwvCv_RLkc6ffE2MbkBs716IHFjySOkj1eJE5mufZaO1upuMq7odbiaxCictCJLlu0QyqmgQSMUucarTOIw4Qoalz0gw7BYBh4z3dCkHmNYFa4rm5_kJ2-eeQNRl3P__Lyj_7LEet4_TuVCbi7FstYWp5NIqdyWuz5Q/w400-h300/q%202023%20-%2010-19%20041%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">...peeling and cutting...</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdOjCTIxNo5RFuYexAMC6eAWRV2S2zUrg1-4yEkKwrPz79O02xB90FItfBZJZoq_s0ybeDs6PrSK3uYPQVOC9Yps0zdZO11WJOZ7davRMlwJ1i8a0qVkbPdfXVH9R153obpZ_MRlyreRkhfwIQaMTOMGxviXvlXqJWLdBiryYTPQHd1OpHfXExmaVJSQ/s1082/q%202023%20-%2010-19%20042%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="811" data-original-width="1082" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdOjCTIxNo5RFuYexAMC6eAWRV2S2zUrg1-4yEkKwrPz79O02xB90FItfBZJZoq_s0ybeDs6PrSK3uYPQVOC9Yps0zdZO11WJOZ7davRMlwJ1i8a0qVkbPdfXVH9R153obpZ_MRlyreRkhfwIQaMTOMGxviXvlXqJWLdBiryYTPQHd1OpHfXExmaVJSQ/w400-h300/q%202023%20-%2010-19%20042%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">...cooking them down...</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBiPMT83mkjW1yQEPnPP82ixuz2HnAzucwju4qmN_ib3v7VuxG6XpVEENmumVLWGgYTnuMGm9nLH_-u1OEz5brVDSuIvKKI9YwJ6bu0fp_SYzjyk30fuOEiR2CSoPJ8sJxggmoA4CnT0Koq-BAjvhEaCbpab5Urs1o0XDvsW7R7P2qNfmJmyXXOqhbEg/s1082/q%202023%20-%2010-19%20043%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="811" data-original-width="1082" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBiPMT83mkjW1yQEPnPP82ixuz2HnAzucwju4qmN_ib3v7VuxG6XpVEENmumVLWGgYTnuMGm9nLH_-u1OEz5brVDSuIvKKI9YwJ6bu0fp_SYzjyk30fuOEiR2CSoPJ8sJxggmoA4CnT0Koq-BAjvhEaCbpab5Urs1o0XDvsW7R7P2qNfmJmyXXOqhbEg/w400-h300/q%202023%20-%2010-19%20043%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">...puree-ing the apples...</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuYMTLwhqNfsFQhmrQjatyj-vIHoFhVZaucpLg9-_yPCi83SCbCf-9igZfUwP0gi8xNPMVeBuhYynyXHvgHTXpBYsoOynAiBUSCshLtL6DtUyYBGfeeRrksVcquxoG2H2_Sm2hcRGEmmjIE9W0lbunCi-8suNi0M7Mj6HUmN6CyWEyNGl1bcjahaLYuA/s1082/q%202023%20-%2010-19%20044%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="811" data-original-width="1082" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuYMTLwhqNfsFQhmrQjatyj-vIHoFhVZaucpLg9-_yPCi83SCbCf-9igZfUwP0gi8xNPMVeBuhYynyXHvgHTXpBYsoOynAiBUSCshLtL6DtUyYBGfeeRrksVcquxoG2H2_Sm2hcRGEmmjIE9W0lbunCi-8suNi0M7Mj6HUmN6CyWEyNGl1bcjahaLYuA/w400-h300/q%202023%20-%2010-19%20044%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">...then cooking again, then pouring them <br />into the canning jars...</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh4t2A032wNHkU4dyZRjskyqbPvdKwsbR-5TnL5mzgF3NLuqP7zFJWWuAsd7ZNElrDxKKDKGUw4yRbhWUbE9feiAm_SjqikmHyWRc78lIEoqO7D8IQ9LV9sgwVgipC-EcOaLvjShMBVUJaCp5NehveOJaHQ1K5M1gvkeearsrGawn33HAd7C5DPG6AbQ/s1082/q%202023%20-%2010-19%20045%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="811" data-original-width="1082" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh4t2A032wNHkU4dyZRjskyqbPvdKwsbR-5TnL5mzgF3NLuqP7zFJWWuAsd7ZNElrDxKKDKGUw4yRbhWUbE9feiAm_SjqikmHyWRc78lIEoqO7D8IQ9LV9sgwVgipC-EcOaLvjShMBVUJaCp5NehveOJaHQ1K5M1gvkeearsrGawn33HAd7C5DPG6AbQ/w400-h300/q%202023%20-%2010-19%20045%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">..."hot water bath"...</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1DYqxGiS8ZTj66cdcVh-j6xJp1oCb6bNzPnl4EgvEBQ4vy3ZoyTQZbZc0YaWAgHAQe_QiAS2NJMt66CijrQmlvOao8Iby7qC5eI4LMxYhbwNoEufQNHOJwLJdSfnq7tXd1HNDIgp_WKPCDUota1i3ADGzekUP79-DkNI_pGkVCy0fk6bec21Dlov1uQ/s1082/q%202023%20-%2010-19%20046%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="811" data-original-width="1082" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1DYqxGiS8ZTj66cdcVh-j6xJp1oCb6bNzPnl4EgvEBQ4vy3ZoyTQZbZc0YaWAgHAQe_QiAS2NJMt66CijrQmlvOao8Iby7qC5eI4LMxYhbwNoEufQNHOJwLJdSfnq7tXd1HNDIgp_WKPCDUota1i3ADGzekUP79-DkNI_pGkVCy0fk6bec21Dlov1uQ/w400-h300/q%202023%20-%2010-19%20046%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">...seven jars so far getting the "hot water bath"...</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN1PFG_IT7UcCbbCBsW_hOmdoHFgp8OoWEOlA3VAEP2FCBVDZMQc2V7mZuVQeKGjs6kMyrrpcSKpXtied3ZWTr_iJkkNl11v5ZIo7JTHxLNg5gfaQqQPtp6HjOUr1__7ga0RZKfAJsYXPtb2OeXuOHMSD0_KuEKVicqupk7_RPqJuTmgrFet8d9J9EHw/s1082/q%202023%20-%2010-19%20047%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="811" data-original-width="1082" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN1PFG_IT7UcCbbCBsW_hOmdoHFgp8OoWEOlA3VAEP2FCBVDZMQc2V7mZuVQeKGjs6kMyrrpcSKpXtied3ZWTr_iJkkNl11v5ZIo7JTHxLNg5gfaQqQPtp6HjOUr1__7ga0RZKfAJsYXPtb2OeXuOHMSD0_KuEKVicqupk7_RPqJuTmgrFet8d9J9EHw/w400-h300/q%202023%20-%2010-19%20047%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div><span style="font-size: medium;">...waiting for the "pop" of the lids as they cool down...</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table>The wonderful smells emanating through our house was heaven. Between the apples in the crates, the pies, the sauce, and the canning - it just doesn't get any better!<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I would say both of these long-time family traditions of the corn roast and apple picking can definitely be considered fall/harvest experiences and celebrations.</div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8FIzBBLdVA9ChVmNV5EUr8c1-v620eZD4mvt4RuIqzb24_YjgCBx47T19_zYCLiZvp-2lo7aZzTyEf-qHGGiZSmMEXtiibBq1F6OgXXQwaP1qWHgXSovx7IT2sJW5FIFKX7fuyAoQxMrWSnIZh1PaaPt7kGswb6ShwrWCfFV-Vq4xkBdok2udhKC9FA/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-19%20049%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="295" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8FIzBBLdVA9ChVmNV5EUr8c1-v620eZD4mvt4RuIqzb24_YjgCBx47T19_zYCLiZvp-2lo7aZzTyEf-qHGGiZSmMEXtiibBq1F6OgXXQwaP1qWHgXSovx7IT2sJW5FIFKX7fuyAoQxMrWSnIZh1PaaPt7kGswb6ShwrWCfFV-Vq4xkBdok2udhKC9FA/w443-h295/q%202023%20-%2010-19%20049%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" width="443" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">As of this writing, I haven't had my annual<br />family & friends candle dipping yet. The date I had<br />planned ended up being a total wash-out with an <br />all-day rain, so it is postponed <br />until probably sometime in November. <br />So here is a photo taken from last year's<br />gathering in my yard.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;">Yet, there's another tradition...one that is a bit more subtle but, to me, so important and still carried on at my house to this day. Perhaps one of the fondest of all my early memories are of my mother lighting candles as soon as Labor Day passed. It was like that holiday was the entry to fall, and she needed it to pass before she could light her tapers. That's where my love of candles came from. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><div>And, yes, I do the same. In fact, I have annual candle-dipping gatherings where we make pure beeswax candles - lots of them!</div><div>But it is not only at my house that candles are dipped - a few of us reenactors also do this craft at our <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2021/11/a-day-in-life-1771-candlemaking.html">cabin living history excursions</a>, and, as you can see in the picture below, we dress in our 18th century clothing to do so. Past meets present meets past. </div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtg8x38bzukkqQlnluEA1zhOZTfNB7RRx61n4cPn2Q1cP0ul-XSmS3n5XfIwEs0nKUD4V7buaWUfQdRTX1dFISfr-g-BPeA4ZJY4mzZl6_gmlt4UZSxBPCTBRg4agpS7Wo8tFH5QhUO_CahovAX8LnQ8HE5r8OFOnSWK71XZ_5OitHFQr5Um1voun7XQ/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-19%20073%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="289" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtg8x38bzukkqQlnluEA1zhOZTfNB7RRx61n4cPn2Q1cP0ul-XSmS3n5XfIwEs0nKUD4V7buaWUfQdRTX1dFISfr-g-BPeA4ZJY4mzZl6_gmlt4UZSxBPCTBRg4agpS7Wo8tFH5QhUO_CahovAX8LnQ8HE5r8OFOnSWK71XZ_5OitHFQr5Um1voun7XQ/w435-h289/q%202023%20-%2010-19%20073%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" width="435" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">18th century chandlers.<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div>Another memory from my youth is as soon as my dad felt a nip in the evening air he would start lighting fires in our fireplace. Yes, the house I grew up in had two fireplaces. Imagine that!</div><div>Off the electric lights would go, with the only glow coming from candlelight and hearth light.</div><div>"Past" light.</div><div>Between the candles and the fireplaces, my love of history was fed to overflowing!</div><div>I like the idea that this tradition of lighting candles in the fall is still carried on in my own home; I very rarely light candles once the spring weather hits and remains. I suppose it's a sort of "absence makes the heart grow fonder" kind of thing. The waiting is the hardest part but once the wait is over, and Labor Day passes, fall colors begin to show, the sun's rays cast longer shadows, and bed covers are needed, out come the candles - especially while we eat dinner.</div><div>It is quite a nice tradition.</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDGrpmjgZNgXDApAHkxqy1SJ45wxjyIyVfA2bJU2FwLClVYWW_QYHbVLlFzdEUDk8Wk4f0IXWwRZVXDtObg19B1P3LiosnKlFUXsOlgjikr6nCY3Ta86NYoJ-rYM9zfUAM8I9TOwaSflUTcWxtLBai-e52LhJChq1LPo0tPcCwUpWqwx4WBXYeM1CafQ/s840/q%202023%20-%2010-19%20034%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDGrpmjgZNgXDApAHkxqy1SJ45wxjyIyVfA2bJU2FwLClVYWW_QYHbVLlFzdEUDk8Wk4f0IXWwRZVXDtObg19B1P3LiosnKlFUXsOlgjikr6nCY3Ta86NYoJ-rYM9zfUAM8I9TOwaSflUTcWxtLBai-e52LhJChq1LPo0tPcCwUpWqwx4WBXYeM1CafQ/w426-h640/q%202023%20-%2010-19%20034%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" width="426" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Autumn by candlelight.<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div style="text-align: left;">The picture to the left here was taken early one morning, about 7:00, when the rising sun was on the horizon and the nighttime skies began to lighten.</div><div style="text-align: left;">You may note that my candle shows that it is obviously hand-dipped. Normally candles I dip are much straighter, but I must not have been paying too much attention with this one (lol).</div><div style="text-align: left;">Not long ago I had someone request to buy one of these candles from me, which normally is no big deal until you learn that the wicking is actually from linen thread made from flax: we planted the flax seeds, which we cared for as they grew, then harvested, combed, retted, dried, broke on the flax break, scutched on the scutching board, and hackled. From there the flax was spun into linen thread by my living history friend, Rebecca. The thread was then dipped in pure raw beeswax I acquired from a beekeeper friend. Newly dipped candles must set to dry for months - a sort of curing process. </div><div style="text-align: left;">By the way, each step of the process for these particular candles was done while wearing 18th century clothing. Yes, I am quite proud of that! So when someone inquired about purchasing this candle, I told him "$50." He scoffed and replied, "Fifty buck for a candle?" And I said, "For what it took me to make this candle, even <i>that</i> price is too cheap!" </div><div style="text-align: left;">Yeah...I probably wouldn't even sell it for fifty bucks!</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmHWSe55y76TftkQPEazYPpCwRVq3yHJ0RDD3pnHbgoLgKMfLOsrXQ28MUa9ihMMUx44KIf95SKUX9y5bYCV_Y5EnEh0jkz2FB_XE5AFt5Z2QVEdw1LfkVZPnuxiDLNJCakD5amZTIY0zKBlJSo4TSsCZecCar-7DqCzAlvS4Le9gk8QcAPGMzIV_h8A/s1082/q%202023%20-%2010-19%20052%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="811" data-original-width="1082" height="526" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmHWSe55y76TftkQPEazYPpCwRVq3yHJ0RDD3pnHbgoLgKMfLOsrXQ28MUa9ihMMUx44KIf95SKUX9y5bYCV_Y5EnEh0jkz2FB_XE5AFt5Z2QVEdw1LfkVZPnuxiDLNJCakD5amZTIY0zKBlJSo4TSsCZecCar-7DqCzAlvS4Le9gk8QcAPGMzIV_h8A/w701-h526/q%202023%20-%2010-19%20052%20Family%20Autumn%20Traditions.jpg" width="701" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">As I wrote on Facebook when I posted this picture:<br /></span><div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">October 10</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>The baking pumpkin Patty grew in her garden...and the apple pie she made. Plus a few </i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>of the apples we picked, the gourd I purchased, the candle I dipped, </i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>and a few antiques we acquired, including the candle stick from 1757.</i></span></div></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">This picture sorta brings it all together, aside from corn.</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #ffa400; font-size: large;">~</span></b></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So, as you can tell, I try to make the most out of this season, and include my family.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And pretty much always have.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I feel that for autumn, I can look back and see tradition, family, and history, all rolled into one...all mixed into the same pot. I pray that much of our traditions carry on into future generations. Perhaps I will live long enough to see my <i>great-</i>grandkids so they, too, will know - and perhaps experience - our long-time family traditions.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Until next time, see you in time.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b45f06;">::</span><span style="color: #ffd966;">:</span><span style="color: #cc0000;">:</span><span style="color: #38761d;">:</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div><div><div><div>If you are interested and would like to see how the Fall Harvest / Fall Flavors Weekends at Greenfield Village used to be, here are links to my blog postings.</div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2012/10/autumn-food-pleasures-of-past.html">2012</a></div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2013/10/a-taste-of-history.html">2013</a></div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2013/09/a-fall-harvest-link-to-past.html">2013 (pt. 2)</a></div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2014/10/days-of-autumn-past-in-photos.html">2014</a></div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2014/10/a-celebration-of-autumn-past-in-video.html">2014 (pt. 2)</a></div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2015/10/colonial-ken-re-visits-greenfield.html">2015</a></div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2016/09/an-18th-century-fall-harvest-celebration.html">2016</a></div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2016/10/autumn-celebrations-then-now.html">2016 (pt. 2)</a></div><div>2017 - I have Flavors/Harvest pictures, I just did not write a blog about it for some odd reason</div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2018/10/if-i-could-save-time-in-bottle.html">2018</a></div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2019/10/historical-harvest-food-at-greenfield.html">2019</a></div><div>2020 was the beginning of the end; they had small doses of harvest<b>/</b>flavors, but the end was in sight.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><div><div>Harvest celebrations at my home with my family & friends:</div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2016/10/the-past-meets-present-my-daughters.html">2016</a> - First time candle dipping at my home - my daughter & her friends</div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2017/10/fall-traditions-blending-now-with-then.html">2017</a> - Traditions with fall colors!</div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2018/11/do-people-still-celebrate-harvest-in.html">2018</a> - From Corn to Candles</div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2019/11/candle-dipping-2019but-with-historical.html">2019</a> - With grandkids!</div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2020/11/keeping-fall-traditions-alive-in-21st.html">2020</a> - Apples & Candles</div><div>2021 - I was pretty sick & didn't do much with family</div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2022/10/times-past-and-times-present-2022.html">2022</a> - October - lots of fall activities, including Greenfield Village</div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2022/11/a-feast-of-friends-autumn-celebration.html">2022</a> - A Feast of Friends in November - colonial oriented</div></div></div><div><br /></div><div>Celebrating and participating in an 1860s Harvest:</div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2014/10/wolcott-mill-2014-harvest-home.html">2014</a> - Our first living history Harvest Home at Wolcott Mill!</div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2015/10/wolcott-mill-2015-celebrating-harvest.html">2015</a> - A mighty large group of participants at Wolcott Mill!</div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2016/10/wolcott-mill-harvest-thanksgiving.html">2016</a> - So many traditional activities at Wolcott Mill!</div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2017/10/presenting-victorian-harvest-2017.html">2017</a> - Held at Detroit's Historic Fort Wayne</div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2018/10/the-spirits-of-harvest-past-reenacting.html">2018</a> - And another at Fort Wayne</div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2019/10/an-1860s-harvest-in-armada-michigan-2019.html">2019</a> - Held at Armada</div><div><br /></div><div>Celebrating and participating in a 1770s fall and harvest:</div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2020/11/a-day-in-life-spending-time-in-autumn.html">2020</a> - Our first colonial harvest at the cabin experience</div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2020/11/a-day-in-life-spending-time-in-autumn.html">2021</a> - The Colonial Cabin Crew dipping candles</div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2022/10/pioneer-day-at-waterloo-farm-and-cabin.html">2022</a> - Pioneer Day</div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/10/pioneer-day-at-waterloo-farm-cabin.html">2023</a> - This year - Pioneer Day!</div><div><br /></div></div><div><br /></div></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZIY835S5LQa4rMcI4m7CXGTdBm2H7JLVJJAG0lbjHYpljkQ4ZdytfJnMakupoM8xCI3aQZgprdhigGPQAbNYwQAOS7JwwMDAYoLdTPlsn0-jqByxlQh3zKnxyeiITZbhEJ44XcHOFnYVmMm6j4ZxcXX06FJaK9LUq5LXeysk_TlM0vOkQLnSFCEFoSQ/s1620/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20001%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1620" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZIY835S5LQa4rMcI4m7CXGTdBm2H7JLVJJAG0lbjHYpljkQ4ZdytfJnMakupoM8xCI3aQZgprdhigGPQAbNYwQAOS7JwwMDAYoLdTPlsn0-jqByxlQh3zKnxyeiITZbhEJ44XcHOFnYVmMm6j4ZxcXX06FJaK9LUq5LXeysk_TlM0vOkQLnSFCEFoSQ/w400-h266/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20001%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Here 'tis!</span><br />A Chad Baird picture</td></tr></tbody></table><div><a href="https://waterloofarmmuseum.org/">Pioneer Day at Historic Waterloo Farm Museum</a> is always a cause for celebration, and there are literally a few thousand modern visitors who agree and came out to celebrate with us and to learn about American life from days long past. </div><div><div>A few days before the event, the weathermen (and women) said it would be a fairly wet weekend, with off & on showers and a sky filled with clouds.</div><div>Well, it turned out to be mostly sunny with a fall nip in the air - perfect autumn weather - and filled with good times! </div></div><div>Pioneer Day is a mixing bowl: part craft show, part historical timeline, part entertainment...and I am proud to play a part. In fact, most of my cabin cohorts came out once again to celebrate and experience this 61st annual fall event commemorating the many different pioneers who helped make up the earlier days of these United States.</div><div>And so, after 61 years, Pioneer Day at Waterloo continues...</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7J9zMOfP3aVdIO6zzkD97JN5CopsMQmjkFDD_RPkCOqnSAdeYiJKNSY8wepOL1qVQ5lkDe_ShtH1WK4f9X-V-uWv1uAFYC9kw5ZeFRHsCLeR40QQ7KfP4-oS6mkJIN3hLxz1VS92g405JZlaKNOp1KNTMQDvFDJ1AbJMfdlSM1tr36gOamk3K8J7dDQ/s1560/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20015%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="730" data-original-width="1560" height="323" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7J9zMOfP3aVdIO6zzkD97JN5CopsMQmjkFDD_RPkCOqnSAdeYiJKNSY8wepOL1qVQ5lkDe_ShtH1WK4f9X-V-uWv1uAFYC9kw5ZeFRHsCLeR40QQ7KfP4-oS6mkJIN3hLxz1VS92g405JZlaKNOp1KNTMQDvFDJ1AbJMfdlSM1tr36gOamk3K8J7dDQ/w689-h323/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20015%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" width="689" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">We, in the cabin, were encircled by so much celebratory activity.<br />The entire Waterloo site was packed with so many vendors, reenactors, musicians, <br />and crafts people.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div>Inside the log home...</div><div>most of us who "live our research" at the cabin numerous times throughout the year were here to teach and demonstrate to the visiting public what we have learned and of life during colonial times.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx4MV_Rj-hAA6LijSs-DrGCIMc322YOZ72rzn1iaBMqnG0euHTOYp9-PtM5go9lbqXnXNnz9LfB550tKuNQ6syGLZPu29jSgwLPZF2XS_uB_LGCCqSmTMxtxcQqNQDQcwzucKFOfxTBYluyLUL2N0qUznigs6VbhX6c0E4qVML7yubtxfRhKqBxPHKng/s1194/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20009%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="781" data-original-width="1194" height="449" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx4MV_Rj-hAA6LijSs-DrGCIMc322YOZ72rzn1iaBMqnG0euHTOYp9-PtM5go9lbqXnXNnz9LfB550tKuNQ6syGLZPu29jSgwLPZF2XS_uB_LGCCqSmTMxtxcQqNQDQcwzucKFOfxTBYluyLUL2N0qUznigs6VbhX6c0E4qVML7yubtxfRhKqBxPHKng/w687-h449/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20009%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" width="687" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Jackie & Charlotte worked hard at putting together and cooking on the hearth a fine meal. Oh, and speaking to very interested visitors.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCeJrTChDjIG-h9viIv-sBtf7LGBeXbiKTTsqX71-peujBw7xDTqJEsHqcZSl4vx1iWx6Rwzi_ztglZIK-iwrD6waiQn8FmLP95jWMoJ1SZ2U3GAwTD1wTWHVdJ0h-8OOvAIXqk4zmpDgzNxEEDrusAI1nnD5ZwtI-v78grS4HV5LZji_ZGdpYDvthHg/s863/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20017%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="863" height="622" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCeJrTChDjIG-h9viIv-sBtf7LGBeXbiKTTsqX71-peujBw7xDTqJEsHqcZSl4vx1iWx6Rwzi_ztglZIK-iwrD6waiQn8FmLP95jWMoJ1SZ2U3GAwTD1wTWHVdJ0h-8OOvAIXqk4zmpDgzNxEEDrusAI1nnD5ZwtI-v78grS4HV5LZji_ZGdpYDvthHg/w670-h622/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20017%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" width="670" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Getting the fire in the hearth going is not always an easy task.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibftYZFP-rNPktc98e51T1szMRO8DGx5ijbcCiSXssTcOWu1aRLW473bHLYc-MZHjB7ynO62GlkGmXCdknvnVRq5SlCbMz_GHb1XyQ0d-uloyYFpM5MU2cXbYy_Zg7Se6ntBhaYzLJyBTuStKUnT5pytcYKRUVGEir5fny5n5u9bby_Uf8Gwbef1ajGw/s1497/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20008%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="822" data-original-width="1497" height="376" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibftYZFP-rNPktc98e51T1szMRO8DGx5ijbcCiSXssTcOWu1aRLW473bHLYc-MZHjB7ynO62GlkGmXCdknvnVRq5SlCbMz_GHb1XyQ0d-uloyYFpM5MU2cXbYy_Zg7Se6ntBhaYzLJyBTuStKUnT5pytcYKRUVGEir5fny5n5u9bby_Uf8Gwbef1ajGw/w683-h376/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20008%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" width="683" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I brought along my flax processing tools including a flax break, scutching board, hackle, and comb...and flax, too!<br />Also I did an heirloom apple display - showing the popular apples through time from <br />the early Roxbury Russet (from the 1600s) through the Macintosh through the contemporary Honey Crisp (and a few other varieties along the way).<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI4-upZQhi-uLtiFNMioGm0LOeNQWrbqwnZww9o6iHyl-MkN32rvus1V9Gh3AMmLPZwQ44mR-GfznCIJM08BHTlI806bHR78pIJ2DlsVS3bgEPU-HogUPxYE4SIXu_1Bhy1ASYuh8aMygQYW6ybKrqubbr-CovJ8IVlPtc1z1rtGy_8y3tj85M7-sVEQ/s1126/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20016%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="845" data-original-width="1126" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI4-upZQhi-uLtiFNMioGm0LOeNQWrbqwnZww9o6iHyl-MkN32rvus1V9Gh3AMmLPZwQ44mR-GfznCIJM08BHTlI806bHR78pIJ2DlsVS3bgEPU-HogUPxYE4SIXu_1Bhy1ASYuh8aMygQYW6ybKrqubbr-CovJ8IVlPtc1z1rtGy_8y3tj85M7-sVEQ/w640-h480/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20016%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Interest in both the flax and the apples was very high.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>It was great explaining how flax becomes a textile - linen. And it was with my tools that I was able to show how flax was processed in the 18th century: from planting to caring for to harvesting to de-seeding to retting to drying to the flax break to the scutching board to the hackle, and then have my wife or a hired girl spin it into linen thread. Then it could be dyed to whatever color she could by using whatever nature was on hand (dyes came from such things around the area as black walnuts, marigold pedals, woad, madder root, indigo, or maybe even imported cochineal beetles, for some examples). If I was an actual 18th century farmer, I would have acres of flax growing, and this process of processing would take many months. But once it was complete, the linen thread could then be sent off to the weaver who would then weave it on his loom into fabric, of which could be made into a towel or perhaps sewn into garments such as new breeches or a shirt. Or maybe even into a pillow case. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYWcVCi9fGxMI05khPD3YCubB4abroWNjuUfPSde6DVxIMjci8H763WIZ8GVKXxh9Hp7UdW7xKWSBwyyxE_TXo2cSGe3MKxbRKHNRubeO0QwHFyfbMS3mJQ00P3riHEJ7Kj5EQm3irbguihdsAAZQKKZkF0GhMzg3q7eXhKnGLhWkRSHtHN6cjbkC4Ig/s1786/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20022%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="776" data-original-width="1786" height="311" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYWcVCi9fGxMI05khPD3YCubB4abroWNjuUfPSde6DVxIMjci8H763WIZ8GVKXxh9Hp7UdW7xKWSBwyyxE_TXo2cSGe3MKxbRKHNRubeO0QwHFyfbMS3mJQ00P3riHEJ7Kj5EQm3irbguihdsAAZQKKZkF0GhMzg3q7eXhKnGLhWkRSHtHN6cjbkC4Ig/w718-h311/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20022%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" width="718" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">On the left we have a linen towel spun on an 18th century loom. No, it was not made from <br /><i>my</i> flax, but it was made in the same manner and style of 250 years ago.<br />On the right you see a candle - no big deal until you learn that the wicking is actually from linen thread made from flax seeds that we planted, cared for, harvested, combed, retted, dried, broke on the flax break, scutched on the scutching board, hackled, and then spun by my living history friend, Rebecca. It was then dipped in pure raw beeswax I acquired from a beekeeper friend. By the way, each step of the process was done while wearing 18th century clothing. And to add to that, the candle holder it is in is an actual antique from 1757! Yes, I am quite proud of that! In fact, someone asked me not too long ago about purchasing this candle. I told him "$50." He scoffed and replied, "Fifty buck for a candle?" And I said, "For what it took me to make this candle, even that price is too cheap!" Yeah...I probably wouldn't even sell it for <i>that </i>price!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>Many 18th century farmers made & used tallow candles, which were made from animal fat, but to do that I would have to burn the candle soon after making it for the fat would begin to rot quickly, and the smell would not be pleasant. I wanted to have a candle with linen wicking to show the public, hence the beeswax.</div><div><br /></div><div>My wife, Patty, has reenacted with me for twenty years. Of late, though, she doesn't come out nearly as much as she used to. Except, that is, when we're at Waterloo Cabin. She very much enjoys the atmosphere there and, of course, our living history experiences. It's here she can sow and plant, weed, harvest, spin, knit, and cook, if she so desires. All the things she loves to do, and in a traditional way! Oh! She may not come out each and every time, but she comes out multiple times a year, and she much prefers this to the more typical tenting reenactments we've done for so many years.</div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdzjPbwkqVKVcz0VaCUtryQ7-mdVXJEgsfCZTIHXkpTAkA_xBdSCisCwRDA_rD4O7lvBMDBBo54_RXNzxuRepBsoddyuMK94W2L9f7cM-S3pU88RkyD0yVCXQ7Jq6t6Z0GUgH18FVYPMex0Ad7FeHuNOqrzL-yXTpKyaCIPXdTl8_DRchc85EdVbl1Ig/s963/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20002%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="849" data-original-width="963" height="605" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdzjPbwkqVKVcz0VaCUtryQ7-mdVXJEgsfCZTIHXkpTAkA_xBdSCisCwRDA_rD4O7lvBMDBBo54_RXNzxuRepBsoddyuMK94W2L9f7cM-S3pU88RkyD0yVCXQ7Jq6t6Z0GUgH18FVYPMex0Ad7FeHuNOqrzL-yXTpKyaCIPXdTl8_DRchc85EdVbl1Ig/w687-h605/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20002%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" width="687" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">My wife began her day doing what she loves to do so much: being in the garden.<br />It was a rough year for the Waterloo Cabin garden due to the inability to make it out<br />very often to weed. <br />We did get a few turnips, however.<br />My wife & son were out harvesting what they could.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfoowLmYUhyEAwY1a8dS_2gFfyPifKWhyphenhyphen2EKIuYAfW0IkQU2WX6ZxJJXtRmAOvEqtTHQzmj643ZaHAVWUWi1cvS8dolHz_abRgHjZ35coZNErby6cbdgRnoxHorWOy4XfF0XDNRPWdOYpLcXXIy-t66tHitNphLqJ6CMMa00_r2BgEzPKo7IpD-QxK8A/s1065/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20029%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" style="font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="799" data-original-width="1065" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfoowLmYUhyEAwY1a8dS_2gFfyPifKWhyphenhyphen2EKIuYAfW0IkQU2WX6ZxJJXtRmAOvEqtTHQzmj643ZaHAVWUWi1cvS8dolHz_abRgHjZ35coZNErby6cbdgRnoxHorWOy4XfF0XDNRPWdOYpLcXXIy-t66tHitNphLqJ6CMMa00_r2BgEzPKo7IpD-QxK8A/w640-h480/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20029%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" width="640" /></a></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTiyy00DjKVJkRFj3cAU2gauSPmRHSOEPm5XfQHB_y2MykYiaK3NwhJSaHot0IhFiJ8SvKiGH8UZ41S47rqSYpbNUaulRjH54AAR5aFvZcyJWajwipeHONgUuMfC69_c6iXsDFaxPYTPmjT9KeYqXYB6-MorgHji4Mpd4OVnEhat2Gcir9616kmFlVzw/s840/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20003%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTiyy00DjKVJkRFj3cAU2gauSPmRHSOEPm5XfQHB_y2MykYiaK3NwhJSaHot0IhFiJ8SvKiGH8UZ41S47rqSYpbNUaulRjH54AAR5aFvZcyJWajwipeHONgUuMfC69_c6iXsDFaxPYTPmjT9KeYqXYB6-MorgHji4Mpd4OVnEhat2Gcir9616kmFlVzw/w426-h640/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20003%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" width="426" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Here are a few of the turnips. <br />I was hoping for larger ones so I could<br />carve them for Hallowe'en.<br />Maybe next year.</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div>While a few of us were inside the cabin, Patty found a sunny spot right outside the door where she could show off her 18th century skill - spinning on a spinning wheel.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqW9wTy1Ju92hwAfME-9PAYVdCaB-j9oHthJ7GkvktMJvFAKjx6aq54JeQ_cT1H1zjBhaz0VE6UH2p17LiR_mNBDtS9HFCyhTbw00sBkcWzuzWCv1dLFQrVdiv5Y0wV-bKbjy6BOaJVP-czP3dswnapywqy1oUHrbQqQvfvzeqhxjOf216Hj4uP5J_og/s840/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20005%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqW9wTy1Ju92hwAfME-9PAYVdCaB-j9oHthJ7GkvktMJvFAKjx6aq54JeQ_cT1H1zjBhaz0VE6UH2p17LiR_mNBDtS9HFCyhTbw00sBkcWzuzWCv1dLFQrVdiv5Y0wV-bKbjy6BOaJVP-czP3dswnapywqy1oUHrbQqQvfvzeqhxjOf216Hj4uP5J_og/w426-h640/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20005%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" width="426" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And spinning wool into yarn...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9nyyFvhvCpZ8O5gYEqUwfQaOGH3M-kAZiLPLHo_jSAhBPDpwWsHcqvEjk67_as-5xbrQeyU7J8YNzwA4o-KLAqPfm0VoJAllkTNS9ob-Z9v8WTVOyvrufAmYzqXBHp1DpUtClrxbV_pOz2JYMYfox2W0ceZxfUS9Sy858dFfVJrZyIry3Fc1I6NTbNg/s840/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20020%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9nyyFvhvCpZ8O5gYEqUwfQaOGH3M-kAZiLPLHo_jSAhBPDpwWsHcqvEjk67_as-5xbrQeyU7J8YNzwA4o-KLAqPfm0VoJAllkTNS9ob-Z9v8WTVOyvrufAmYzqXBHp1DpUtClrxbV_pOz2JYMYfox2W0ceZxfUS9Sy858dFfVJrZyIry3Fc1I6NTbNg/w426-h640/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20020%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" width="426" /></a></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><div>She does enjoy speaking to the many interested visitors. One mentioned that it looked relaxing, and Patty agreed. Sometimes if she has trouble sleeping, she'll spin on her wheel a while, which will get her in the right mode.</div><div><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">But we were not the only reenactors/living historians on this day:</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHd5XG-mtcPXZsNtXlzwFEarC5qmk_B6XhCUPW6sAB1r5B-xdOMH1Q14OdCSZyjI6j1nIm1qshnQNebtvG-pMHY8X9Nsdg8_-5wA9R-fxXc9m2lnI4ayXN0I0vz8E9R2mgif5AGts2cIFmgOMODQAjdhFxvGxE59l240oBJt9mqCVuUO2h1pDjH4ObNg/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20006%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="456" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHd5XG-mtcPXZsNtXlzwFEarC5qmk_B6XhCUPW6sAB1r5B-xdOMH1Q14OdCSZyjI6j1nIm1qshnQNebtvG-pMHY8X9Nsdg8_-5wA9R-fxXc9m2lnI4ayXN0I0vz8E9R2mgif5AGts2cIFmgOMODQAjdhFxvGxE59l240oBJt9mqCVuUO2h1pDjH4ObNg/w685-h456/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20006%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" width="685" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">For this photo, everyone did a different portrayal for the time era of the firearms</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">that were on display:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Brian, on the left, is dressed as 17th century (1620-1640s)</div><div style="text-align: center;">Jim, in the center, is dressed 18th century (1770-1780s)</div><div style="text-align: center;">and Darrel, on the right, is also 18th century (1750-1760s)</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjERvlCWsbPqwZ5CxQ-cc6hyphenhyphenx6-IkWLDzsI9OhwV4lbQZYCDXqZetBp6WH1fFtd7-z-p9PoHyoGer_Gdb2lRWpIo2U9_-nZNjxfErhD1Ugmyst1n5qY898fZdFhMCeuq4EN5FTvgh_lDoOWRpCLZ9Ry9_Cylu620VdZUvtgShK0Lb_UyzQtUng2KGPHqg/s1024/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20028%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="507" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjERvlCWsbPqwZ5CxQ-cc6hyphenhyphenx6-IkWLDzsI9OhwV4lbQZYCDXqZetBp6WH1fFtd7-z-p9PoHyoGer_Gdb2lRWpIo2U9_-nZNjxfErhD1Ugmyst1n5qY898fZdFhMCeuq4EN5FTvgh_lDoOWRpCLZ9Ry9_Cylu620VdZUvtgShK0Lb_UyzQtUng2KGPHqg/w676-h507/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20028%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" width="676" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Susan & Brian and Darrel.<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgycu_QOA1eanUXFz2_Xtc-mKDXtBYBnPrjGQo33GidpLYTfK7zrluWtuO1X6O-F30uWdFXXUwUoPDpPE7GoKj532-_kXkxcrTFo15zBfL8BLiHhxsMAtzy20wgFX-6_OYWbqBAEzVXVampMTubgBvd8a29aY13K7fUoCMRaSeP8p6sdgGzDT8eLfQ2HQ/s1104/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20033%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="color: black;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1104" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgycu_QOA1eanUXFz2_Xtc-mKDXtBYBnPrjGQo33GidpLYTfK7zrluWtuO1X6O-F30uWdFXXUwUoPDpPE7GoKj532-_kXkxcrTFo15zBfL8BLiHhxsMAtzy20wgFX-6_OYWbqBAEzVXVampMTubgBvd8a29aY13K7fUoCMRaSeP8p6sdgGzDT8eLfQ2HQ/w480-h640/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20033%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" width="480" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Fire arms of the frontier 1600 to 1790<br /></span></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL7TkDGBUCoQq6WgTdddO5t27FuolBnUvTjzUq_n6p-4gNmLUw9l8xq8y88eCnwgqxjMCgZEKOzHyY_3AKDu-Azb9SAOvZ_4tdm1RbF3ny8X7BpATGSHjvICM_jnEBNQimQ97u7ILJkRt4RSX2u7F2bi26_URT01Qk8rZ8qubNpWLW9MpzKuZPU1SbRg/s1104/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20034%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1104" data-original-width="828" height="666" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL7TkDGBUCoQq6WgTdddO5t27FuolBnUvTjzUq_n6p-4gNmLUw9l8xq8y88eCnwgqxjMCgZEKOzHyY_3AKDu-Azb9SAOvZ_4tdm1RbF3ny8X7BpATGSHjvICM_jnEBNQimQ97u7ILJkRt4RSX2u7F2bi26_URT01Qk8rZ8qubNpWLW9MpzKuZPU1SbRg/w500-h666/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20034%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" width="500" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">There is so much going on here that it would take a good part<br />of the day to see everything, though I do take time to walk<br />around to get an overview. <br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNkQ1Y8snHERcmkj0L7Mip456KUx6YebrvvDGLTyAxkdDbryd5wOmFF38IV6ROJCGDv5sp0za6-I2uhBoBnccOrUUb0T_gq_Jdra4vTTtqN7oxv5Z4DNHEYROUl0uhznLXjm-BjW2lLccC4UVtPZ5OAEZBogNa3LtdK6EsKnutdsMqFqmUKiL489Ot_g/s840/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20007%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="700" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNkQ1Y8snHERcmkj0L7Mip456KUx6YebrvvDGLTyAxkdDbryd5wOmFF38IV6ROJCGDv5sp0za6-I2uhBoBnccOrUUb0T_gq_Jdra4vTTtqN7oxv5Z4DNHEYROUl0uhznLXjm-BjW2lLccC4UVtPZ5OAEZBogNa3LtdK6EsKnutdsMqFqmUKiL489Ot_g/w466-h700/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20007%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" width="466" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Susan Dewey, Brian's wife, is a tribal member of the <br />Sault Ste. Marie band of Chippewas, and her demonstration <br />was as a native woman of the mid-18th century (1750-1770s), <br />cooking native foods, such as a sweet pumpkin in the ground <br />with hot rocks, made a wild rice, pumpkin, and venison <br />with cedar stew. She made her own acorn flour to make a <br />bread biscuit, topped with cooked down berries for a topping.<br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8HpzMZAdSF2qWuOaitYDWbRdkTe6jxA8s6jFzjtQZ2Y6_188BzCbwlWieeFHaG3D9gx0I_vykk96FCJoTkEWsDsB0lzDFgsrepVL_iGBakn54-HaFn1LG0O1Bi9ELIarZF6qwrU95zYiYReHRq6dpu_qrNNJyJ-HZN7H3QFk5AL4KeYZXMrmWzDI7YQ/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20004%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="450" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8HpzMZAdSF2qWuOaitYDWbRdkTe6jxA8s6jFzjtQZ2Y6_188BzCbwlWieeFHaG3D9gx0I_vykk96FCJoTkEWsDsB0lzDFgsrepVL_iGBakn54-HaFn1LG0O1Bi9ELIarZF6qwrU95zYiYReHRq6dpu_qrNNJyJ-HZN7H3QFk5AL4KeYZXMrmWzDI7YQ/w676-h450/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20004%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" width="676" /></a><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Patty makes pumpkin pie with real pumpkin.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I would be interested in trying a pumpkin Sue cooked this way sometime.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYN1TnheLBsmRT7D2wy117Jeh_Wvo8aswCobXJ-zBS0GcKOONqqZ44hICQEOuJg26QNTVrbfIqhXuoSFXrNp_NzFBlgenips2NJ2Wo_kboIGtro4kY2IwO5eWzEltzN5QfDMRRJtIBal6azOcpe6aR4HYmzRdYkcFOrl5SVwuZrcekBYVk6_orZcxXbw/s960/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20049%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" style="font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYN1TnheLBsmRT7D2wy117Jeh_Wvo8aswCobXJ-zBS0GcKOONqqZ44hICQEOuJg26QNTVrbfIqhXuoSFXrNp_NzFBlgenips2NJ2Wo_kboIGtro4kY2IwO5eWzEltzN5QfDMRRJtIBal6azOcpe6aR4HYmzRdYkcFOrl5SVwuZrcekBYVk6_orZcxXbw/w480-h640/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20049%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" width="480" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Visitors certainly got a real food history lesson at Waterloo, between Sue's </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">cooking with the rocks and our ladies in the cabin cooking in the hearth!</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicwunRobHGdYRfwbo6tfATNzdLsPRHp50PQY03eVcL6MOZeq268-99JMvJbBCKywPoPLCJBq87EsVfXUhMRkCDaPMMH7bIuc9E6lCM6ZaCk_WxxVmV77fDpC9J4M4v7v3j1Cf79CPk-ZUMAH-W41b89cS-8ZNMBwU1YsIyHd_k-pV1QsmxVBqos6BpDg/s765/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20010%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="765" data-original-width="633" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicwunRobHGdYRfwbo6tfATNzdLsPRHp50PQY03eVcL6MOZeq268-99JMvJbBCKywPoPLCJBq87EsVfXUhMRkCDaPMMH7bIuc9E6lCM6ZaCk_WxxVmV77fDpC9J4M4v7v3j1Cf79CPk-ZUMAH-W41b89cS-8ZNMBwU1YsIyHd_k-pV1QsmxVBqos6BpDg/w530-h640/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20010%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" width="530" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Tony & my son, Robbie, both who make up a part of the <br />1st Pennsylvania Revolutionary War unit.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1LQECPvOCzZbECkxaVq0nwDvjKymVs5xtAHeaihTAmr43CG9LchP39bXbD-GxlHQSypMihR2rJvl2BUKdDNjnoybghFwtBYXdesMrYTYNgWvSm6J9LrqY8J22qdEvS4caUv-LMLmKWm1npDRIEwnCC6VElufegMJp1LjIJzHeFp4UODJLi1vYO5UUhA/s840/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20023%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="673" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1LQECPvOCzZbECkxaVq0nwDvjKymVs5xtAHeaihTAmr43CG9LchP39bXbD-GxlHQSypMihR2rJvl2BUKdDNjnoybghFwtBYXdesMrYTYNgWvSm6J9LrqY8J22qdEvS4caUv-LMLmKWm1npDRIEwnCC6VElufegMJp1LjIJzHeFp4UODJLi1vYO5UUhA/w448-h673/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20023%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" width="448" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">As much as I am a Patriot and believe in their cause, <br />when these 1st Pennsylvania soldiers attempted to <br />requisition our apple pie there on the window sill, <br />we offered up a sound and solid "No!"</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKJ1vmc3-mZ6NEVxUZnIITBPF-wODF6tSWtzTsvR7uxLcHqxvnXl-4maYrm-O9MyVnBrfg-KHYR6cf35Oadok1_mJf4R3JRjBfE36zCvsVEf0Iy9ze3AVwxEiBVw66DdSTVkxJoPE0YEJ0MFSo_oW2m-ye8z5RAgnRTOPOs2zMIHnMzHhbIrB7O9-0bw/s840/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20026%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="663" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKJ1vmc3-mZ6NEVxUZnIITBPF-wODF6tSWtzTsvR7uxLcHqxvnXl-4maYrm-O9MyVnBrfg-KHYR6cf35Oadok1_mJf4R3JRjBfE36zCvsVEf0Iy9ze3AVwxEiBVw66DdSTVkxJoPE0YEJ0MFSo_oW2m-ye8z5RAgnRTOPOs2zMIHnMzHhbIrB7O9-0bw/w441-h663/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20026%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" width="441" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Dr. Bloodsworth was there, only for this event he was<br /> a children's toy salesman.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlOqgiPuRLwYS2oHhL74qyBPQpAw_prpRPzWJDICmVUgmi_bdidE7SqtNK3qggdx_m3y7IDyMAIX0AfWOaNXYG2LpzF1ag6Ps9_6YAUlge-Kkbz_h9jxLO1xkCnYNMrL9eSRYut9CqnZ7GOX1DYQqJjoFFW2Im4_crLPH2xK4WAdBvHxD5dyZaHr8h-g/s893/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20011%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="767" data-original-width="893" height="550" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlOqgiPuRLwYS2oHhL74qyBPQpAw_prpRPzWJDICmVUgmi_bdidE7SqtNK3qggdx_m3y7IDyMAIX0AfWOaNXYG2LpzF1ag6Ps9_6YAUlge-Kkbz_h9jxLO1xkCnYNMrL9eSRYut9CqnZ7GOX1DYQqJjoFFW2Im4_crLPH2xK4WAdBvHxD5dyZaHr8h-g/w640-h550/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20011%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">My friends who reenact the American Civil War.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSOnpppn9DXGf2_IUIxWX1ElsjYaJD8pSrL6S5QnR5DTGD2KrMnguftYVk4xSgCi5OmrbNYP1BLTJHZ6ulnMVGfzOYRQdw5_u63fJ5hEijwWLZ7fR5nNHI077rKmhRK6VXSRzOkzbiW9s8lsCc4G29YNyF-VDB_b8TNYVpz1jQcnepRmL6mZbXWw0RcA/s1620/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20047%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1620" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSOnpppn9DXGf2_IUIxWX1ElsjYaJD8pSrL6S5QnR5DTGD2KrMnguftYVk4xSgCi5OmrbNYP1BLTJHZ6ulnMVGfzOYRQdw5_u63fJ5hEijwWLZ7fR5nNHI077rKmhRK6VXSRzOkzbiW9s8lsCc4G29YNyF-VDB_b8TNYVpz1jQcnepRmL6mZbXWw0RcA/w640-h426/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20047%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Revolutionary War and Civil War mixing and mingling.</span><br />Picture taken by Chad Baird<br /></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div><br /></div><div><div><div>A neat little historical story to tell:</div><div>back in early August I was visiting my very favorite historical homestead, the mid-18th century Daggett Farm inside Greenfield Village, and I noticed something I hadn't seen before...a real, period-correct corn-husk broom!</div><div>So I snapped a couple shots:</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBkyCDRvozdqwP3YEltSXXZ50MlWWAfA9Rm9Q-23N7ZymEedNm5rmrl1ieZp1J47l0KL6R7_sNxxdZ7hiB1CqMRf4v8ZPTLBFXHSn4GPwJGxqmcVrA9emlcV6LOW68DrIQAKy2Tlu1VxDA8hBHfatSBY3cMQ4v0azptoH7KDF32VVCdVUHhNpktaJGOA/s1796/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20018%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="796" data-original-width="1796" height="314" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBkyCDRvozdqwP3YEltSXXZ50MlWWAfA9Rm9Q-23N7ZymEedNm5rmrl1ieZp1J47l0KL6R7_sNxxdZ7hiB1CqMRf4v8ZPTLBFXHSn4GPwJGxqmcVrA9emlcV6LOW68DrIQAKy2Tlu1VxDA8hBHfatSBY3cMQ4v0azptoH7KDF32VVCdVUHhNpktaJGOA/w707-h314/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20018%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" width="707" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">To the left is the broom & handle, and on the right is a close up of the broom<br />inside the Daggett House.</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div><br /></div><div>Charlotte saw the pictures, went and investigated it herself, and below is the outcome:</div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrFqnbiqr7sq1iLuEI75BXtZZbia66kujV_XycPp5cwfw9z85oWj2xEHCQXsuOfI3HjAWHG4dUIRJ6-8VqOXpnetHeNcNE012L8urlKw-4nN0kTORKJI7rFPJc0dkSVvNmZyBKjjxaA8ZuiOFGfd0NMGJ2H13vYNjuONZGiFHVJuXxwFKP4heErrP6tA/s840/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20027%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrFqnbiqr7sq1iLuEI75BXtZZbia66kujV_XycPp5cwfw9z85oWj2xEHCQXsuOfI3HjAWHG4dUIRJ6-8VqOXpnetHeNcNE012L8urlKw-4nN0kTORKJI7rFPJc0dkSVvNmZyBKjjxaA8ZuiOFGfd0NMGJ2H13vYNjuONZGiFHVJuXxwFKP4heErrP6tA/w426-h640/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20027%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" width="426" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Now compare Charlotte's broom, here, with the one</span><br /><span style="font-size: medium;">at the Daggett House.<br />She sure did a great job!<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPw2o83K_O5J_T5Q7W9uYpSKnnPYMKJ9bg09g9qLcSRZWEDD-ld8U1XtqngrTttsu-2m3SKFiuklbZeQ6WecqBAws_qunYgdH1F2G1-v1TUGxq3lMJwAUULPUt3Ll2jjiZdNlQ4W77jVZR6y2vt4BT5zRuB04K3w2IpNjxdvXil2oKV1X7Z4eT-fZMIw/s1983/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20019%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="916" data-original-width="1983" height="319" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPw2o83K_O5J_T5Q7W9uYpSKnnPYMKJ9bg09g9qLcSRZWEDD-ld8U1XtqngrTttsu-2m3SKFiuklbZeQ6WecqBAws_qunYgdH1F2G1-v1TUGxq3lMJwAUULPUt3Ll2jjiZdNlQ4W77jVZR6y2vt4BT5zRuB04K3w2IpNjxdvXil2oKV1X7Z4eT-fZMIw/w690-h319/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20019%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" width="690" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">She did an awesome job and so many visitors inquired about it!</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVeJdEzeZLBsVU99ANzJ5OikbxfwL7wJ6fa_RF0Q0Ft47mdw4_o-xU0lk6-w3SWmGida5r5azPQgQor4Zqn5ivfmfY1ALX4LpcrCDVSmCSCvQTyJGhN7ZoiZJzdEVFjh4E6U-5sfCvTdDOfoTvXv6vLDLOObtjMJhuDs6CzM3uCOSD48QJ2WNSNYxSsQ/s840/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20012%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="653" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVeJdEzeZLBsVU99ANzJ5OikbxfwL7wJ6fa_RF0Q0Ft47mdw4_o-xU0lk6-w3SWmGida5r5azPQgQor4Zqn5ivfmfY1ALX4LpcrCDVSmCSCvQTyJGhN7ZoiZJzdEVFjh4E6U-5sfCvTdDOfoTvXv6vLDLOObtjMJhuDs6CzM3uCOSD48QJ2WNSNYxSsQ/w434-h653/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20012%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" width="434" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Patty wanted to try Charlotte's "Daggett" broom out<br /> - it worked well!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>Charlotte donated the broom to Waterloo Cabin.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOnpcfHHHjSmk6vzejR8BUdLpRsJjPJR9aiKDRvx3N7Xq0HtVHeFpT-xGazkCr9-_2G4M71MXjIfqBcyx29xrTnxTd6KM94zv79hIVqslMzQzBhWOaBZ4vYPiNT1dU6eKwoyTmQaohIfjUSveJ2irdtBbPNUfBMqI3Wz02dHcsCWCl4oOWbrAAUNYjGw/s806/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20048%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="806" data-original-width="605" height="674" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOnpcfHHHjSmk6vzejR8BUdLpRsJjPJR9aiKDRvx3N7Xq0HtVHeFpT-xGazkCr9-_2G4M71MXjIfqBcyx29xrTnxTd6KM94zv79hIVqslMzQzBhWOaBZ4vYPiNT1dU6eKwoyTmQaohIfjUSveJ2irdtBbPNUfBMqI3Wz02dHcsCWCl4oOWbrAAUNYjGw/w505-h674/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20048%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" width="505" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A linen towel made from flax and Charlotte's "Daggett" broom~</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlc11QFqRtr1mO_hj_tvA2hpqYQgdxi35MWRHolfgEK-QUZIOLeBheKjG_WvqnJZo9_aUx-CiOglDunn6m8AqCEbYmH04RSKmw_cLdnAL-QTmJEXXxWzLhsezwNrjDYvQ5wrmx2w8M1CM2MVdt4tGlkhJYlHDkdcKDvyGhTt98Rx9IGussFcCqaAhUVw/s1104/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20032%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1104" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlc11QFqRtr1mO_hj_tvA2hpqYQgdxi35MWRHolfgEK-QUZIOLeBheKjG_WvqnJZo9_aUx-CiOglDunn6m8AqCEbYmH04RSKmw_cLdnAL-QTmJEXXxWzLhsezwNrjDYvQ5wrmx2w8M1CM2MVdt4tGlkhJYlHDkdcKDvyGhTt98Rx9IGussFcCqaAhUVw/w480-h640/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20032%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ever have porkchops cooked on a hearth?</span><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAdszOzsnv_Nqhc2juizhbvRWH9qn-YXOFUv3oloivhf52oUzl7Kj6IEkOX23Ghgh191GmNpIO4_rQLMoSbCxx1vGRDEIX7fVUWDLjrm9YiG4dAgyZHJUbSdY0yXXLSwWbU2gSVr5hiWRKAwpNzRbr37LPgOwxE8387GsUIfdg_aMttpY3Oy-yynNA5A/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20013%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAdszOzsnv_Nqhc2juizhbvRWH9qn-YXOFUv3oloivhf52oUzl7Kj6IEkOX23Ghgh191GmNpIO4_rQLMoSbCxx1vGRDEIX7fVUWDLjrm9YiG4dAgyZHJUbSdY0yXXLSwWbU2gSVr5hiWRKAwpNzRbr37LPgOwxE8387GsUIfdg_aMttpY3Oy-yynNA5A/w689-h458/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20013%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" width="689" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Enjoying food prepared on the open hearth can be one of the many bonuses of being a living historian. </span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix3yvVZhznTNj0RNDfrugzt2juyWLB4bLtkquwlNEQ8NpksP7Ns1Rc1waGHP2ejeZQZUwAgHTzYjc7plPXfN7aasVvH20UkwjeOdnt4aS-G_Ye8zjkmWmZZxONsh8CM9Y_G98sFUY5BHx-H9zlZo_F1WiNQRyn56latyf9Eh-TxeSkipKhRNReFM2ULg/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20014%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix3yvVZhznTNj0RNDfrugzt2juyWLB4bLtkquwlNEQ8NpksP7Ns1Rc1waGHP2ejeZQZUwAgHTzYjc7plPXfN7aasVvH20UkwjeOdnt4aS-G_Ye8zjkmWmZZxONsh8CM9Y_G98sFUY5BHx-H9zlZo_F1WiNQRyn56latyf9Eh-TxeSkipKhRNReFM2ULg/w688-h458/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20014%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" width="688" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">For our dinner meal on Pioneer Day we had pork chops (from our slaughtered pigs) with cooked apples (from our orchard), </span><span style="font-size: medium;">beets (from our garden), molasses bread (from our wheat and our bartering for the molasses) and butter (from our cows - churned by Jackie and Charlotte), and sweet potatoes (from the market).</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And to drink? Why, cider from our orchard, of course!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>SO</i> good!</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwAw4zlQEbOVh73CS10P6Hw3Bkj2rHZeZpyiwbhgBbYh93ZEnh8rDSRT_Jelzo9FJX2pXxY7iptApKeZYWl2IdFrf4_3oUYNmr0JpgwYqWFXq7i_KfPkdOYEG0BZr6Z0O0-0EZUoYWdgxT5tI0s9A2_Ld5ZKuHXUo6WPXH-ggD2RJyejDcb5QIt9ZwWQ/s1104/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20030%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1104" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwAw4zlQEbOVh73CS10P6Hw3Bkj2rHZeZpyiwbhgBbYh93ZEnh8rDSRT_Jelzo9FJX2pXxY7iptApKeZYWl2IdFrf4_3oUYNmr0JpgwYqWFXq7i_KfPkdOYEG0BZr6Z0O0-0EZUoYWdgxT5tI0s9A2_Ld5ZKuHXUo6WPXH-ggD2RJyejDcb5QIt9ZwWQ/w480-h640/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20030%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">My son joined us for dinner - - <br />it was a nice fall gathering of friends and family.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>And, for dessert - - - - <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP41G39EUPR94V4JNoLi19MypfNTUft_pZcjFPlHxia_KuKqt1ZhqRAJ3veKrkXAyedjbJgGMkHEBQvz9UBB26jQr7VB3FyGu4U7N7tLz-shv2-KXf_Z2_SUM10ySmouaZDPzGEsI2dijWwwzU077SxwMTmYR6ILFvwUD5C6H_mGCWN9yJRpciI-G1Eg/s1957/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20021%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="641" data-original-width="1957" height="210" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP41G39EUPR94V4JNoLi19MypfNTUft_pZcjFPlHxia_KuKqt1ZhqRAJ3veKrkXAyedjbJgGMkHEBQvz9UBB26jQr7VB3FyGu4U7N7tLz-shv2-KXf_Z2_SUM10ySmouaZDPzGEsI2dijWwwzU077SxwMTmYR6ILFvwUD5C6H_mGCWN9yJRpciI-G1Eg/w640-h210/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20021%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">...a homemade apple (Macintosh) pie made by my wife.<br />It was sitting on the window sill and I heard multiple visitors exclaim (from outside), "Look! A pie!" And then they would come in and inquire about it, often asking <br />if they could have some (sorry!) or commenting that if it goes missing...lol</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyWAagk0J4oDeeNDvfGKGZtU8uzJ9JRgu8fbZTGyP5HDkgrLrXhrd3bjlVPfb16BhB2TSIPMkRRuQJ35T-izTN3p-ZsLndut8jYfwQHJKuKRqeUYY8h_NmLEYThJkYH2a7O0MSeR6H2NrkCUMj9iC2CJbNGjz6wAR3axSnU5djmsSE-7dQHA0kPar0GA/s1104/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20031%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1104" data-original-width="828" height="729" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyWAagk0J4oDeeNDvfGKGZtU8uzJ9JRgu8fbZTGyP5HDkgrLrXhrd3bjlVPfb16BhB2TSIPMkRRuQJ35T-izTN3p-ZsLndut8jYfwQHJKuKRqeUYY8h_NmLEYThJkYH2a7O0MSeR6H2NrkCUMj9iC2CJbNGjz6wAR3axSnU5djmsSE-7dQHA0kPar0GA/w547-h729/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20031%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" width="547" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Apple pie is my favorite.<br />My mother taught my wife how to make a pie, <br />so now I still get mom's pie!<br />And there's Jackie's small hand butter churn, a few heirloom apples,<br />cheese, and molasses bread - a veritable feast of 18th century food.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div>Here are other things going on around the farm on this day - - - </div><div>There was music - traditional music of the acoustic variety:<br /><div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRDjKOOg501TPNlNAF2MfmfNnbZvMZLcYO83lPVeAMTorwHrp-AskG_jcYwSumW3iWLpYasJlmzoTvEa-8sSgCIwnOpqdOx0fcdrXupM-K7eF_u3fJ7B4uaA1Pzh3-dI0MbcozSFeSKRHHOZzmCQ3BY04zI4ucQ-SSR69SRpFfRj0OV6eH05yqEYcgPg/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20024%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRDjKOOg501TPNlNAF2MfmfNnbZvMZLcYO83lPVeAMTorwHrp-AskG_jcYwSumW3iWLpYasJlmzoTvEa-8sSgCIwnOpqdOx0fcdrXupM-K7eF_u3fJ7B4uaA1Pzh3-dI0MbcozSFeSKRHHOZzmCQ3BY04zI4ucQ-SSR69SRpFfRj0OV6eH05yqEYcgPg/w640-h426/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20024%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Five fiddlers, a guitarist, and a box drum makes for wonderful music.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaJpEZNlZDQaQpBtoHYjVjBJunseerahkLBykKacR8fwDERKboqhBFBfvDXQnibefoCofeX2GwL7UDZd2wbS3Jt76hcv7_PBbEmeSJ5MKnJ0q5VT8Z3-K5uVz8aKzjczxW3Uj7cxqJIhRmIGELVUWFj-AkBa8Q7TuSH7-ZE6DiUXD8xIlZxwBjDHZx_Q/s1785/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20025%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="706" data-original-width="1785" height="281" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaJpEZNlZDQaQpBtoHYjVjBJunseerahkLBykKacR8fwDERKboqhBFBfvDXQnibefoCofeX2GwL7UDZd2wbS3Jt76hcv7_PBbEmeSJ5MKnJ0q5VT8Z3-K5uVz8aKzjczxW3Uj7cxqJIhRmIGELVUWFj-AkBa8Q7TuSH7-ZE6DiUXD8xIlZxwBjDHZx_Q/w708-h281/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20025%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" width="708" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I've seen the excellent Bourbon County Minstrels for many years, <br />and they are about as old-timey and traditional as it comes - great group!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>There were plenty of other musicians about but I was very busy with the flax & apples and didn't get the chance to hear them all.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY_V1QRecjunblFTIwJyRH9UgVnGa5ceHLSbDArwUwDjGEAngnRXtsT4OdNOXFflamF8tVyu8_xmZknbJsMZ1XzXP24Lqlf0RO0v7XMCoTg-mqvaiy22bUWi1Oz9XDaokA3pIIaTH5pnokTJF8hVzBknnLBUxxrHY92Tr3jfVA0knN1cVZ78s_k_RwAQ/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20035%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY_V1QRecjunblFTIwJyRH9UgVnGa5ceHLSbDArwUwDjGEAngnRXtsT4OdNOXFflamF8tVyu8_xmZknbJsMZ1XzXP24Lqlf0RO0v7XMCoTg-mqvaiy22bUWi1Oz9XDaokA3pIIaTH5pnokTJF8hVzBknnLBUxxrHY92Tr3jfVA0knN1cVZ78s_k_RwAQ/w640-h426/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20035%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">There was also sheep shearing.<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin17_qjLwdc4BzjEmXHoVgxNxUBmZicmpBP0x0IoDCwQNRuDm2dS_r2-lukoPdUkSvRQBWUtMrnR6lqmD9-v4fLPWyut1qpsyONXVXMaeJ7Um29ajMa8wJvSlkPB0aOVK5J4X4KFC8ZWQZHal3Io9XzJr0C0qcTTVi4j9Tny5hXGXDFZxyF1ITOVLVBA/s1620/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20046%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1620" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin17_qjLwdc4BzjEmXHoVgxNxUBmZicmpBP0x0IoDCwQNRuDm2dS_r2-lukoPdUkSvRQBWUtMrnR6lqmD9-v4fLPWyut1qpsyONXVXMaeJ7Um29ajMa8wJvSlkPB0aOVK5J4X4KFC8ZWQZHal3Io9XzJr0C0qcTTVi4j9Tny5hXGXDFZxyF1ITOVLVBA/w640-h426/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20046%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Thank you, Chad Baird, for a great photo!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioZ0n0i3wuij-isnG08iRLMKxJcvgpB_sQ-nSSFDaSxVQ46OGFN7Hpo9KQBaXx_ReTLr-ONmHTgd1-Zbe7NnjvTmaxlm6zvqWCTT6yhQ_LpPHUp8vxqDOUCvn6GlZ2yQG9e7OesliZ3KgZY1BBuNJhOpyU_KOZBDRvVRFVkbvFEIjGYUnGhmlyy90DkQ/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20036%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioZ0n0i3wuij-isnG08iRLMKxJcvgpB_sQ-nSSFDaSxVQ46OGFN7Hpo9KQBaXx_ReTLr-ONmHTgd1-Zbe7NnjvTmaxlm6zvqWCTT6yhQ_LpPHUp8vxqDOUCvn6GlZ2yQG9e7OesliZ3KgZY1BBuNJhOpyU_KOZBDRvVRFVkbvFEIjGYUnGhmlyy90DkQ/w640-h426/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20036%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Michigan in the Civil War.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW_9MyPHGLwMPGxMOBcL00_xjX79TjgY6LxU-EV9M-2YMLDQHonoC1X7Mgb_cdR6RkGQz-IiYuD3WOo_78zxt2wqELZhqvG377IUMQP2-FLjVHfJNjInuqS5EZHn13cxhuL6h2menKZEedIgP2Gt152xt3gTjdFzr65AhTdrgGQMdZBxxoFultwwL5ag/s840/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20037%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW_9MyPHGLwMPGxMOBcL00_xjX79TjgY6LxU-EV9M-2YMLDQHonoC1X7Mgb_cdR6RkGQz-IiYuD3WOo_78zxt2wqELZhqvG377IUMQP2-FLjVHfJNjInuqS5EZHn13cxhuL6h2menKZEedIgP2Gt152xt3gTjdFzr65AhTdrgGQMdZBxxoFultwwL5ag/w426-h640/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20037%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" width="426" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Corn shucking.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-i7cA5zHGWxPJdz8LtE18bP2LyFA2Pw1lyTyy4rdkD3Z7yhdh-fKvKwd3DsvhSgG6vdqU0JUbrM3zz9dfVN4Jn8oj_Xa0YhQ_NvuWR0KWL5ocLwos_6cgjDG_GvPBit-vvUWr9TXJU8Fr9834UxMxP4JDFOhHlBdVwO3bwNHjn6aIzaDefPgc1nDK-w/s1620/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20045%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1620" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-i7cA5zHGWxPJdz8LtE18bP2LyFA2Pw1lyTyy4rdkD3Z7yhdh-fKvKwd3DsvhSgG6vdqU0JUbrM3zz9dfVN4Jn8oj_Xa0YhQ_NvuWR0KWL5ocLwos_6cgjDG_GvPBit-vvUWr9TXJU8Fr9834UxMxP4JDFOhHlBdVwO3bwNHjn6aIzaDefPgc1nDK-w/w640-h426/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20045%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Cider making~</span><br />Photo courtesy of Chad Baird<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6DzQN-LOQM_IuNCCIrjv6kIY7a9rFGJVWoxz_rIH6tec_qkvd-OJj62iCZc4feS6qXGjqSMupr1bdw_xP0y9oU_qBq4tWwaIQym0lQDtD3pdA90RLMOp2kRGNkmbxpXVA5273rMowWYBRgTvf2k87K488vdI10haRukXomedXyTituXaZ927fRPSjHQ/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20038%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6DzQN-LOQM_IuNCCIrjv6kIY7a9rFGJVWoxz_rIH6tec_qkvd-OJj62iCZc4feS6qXGjqSMupr1bdw_xP0y9oU_qBq4tWwaIQym0lQDtD3pdA90RLMOp2kRGNkmbxpXVA5273rMowWYBRgTvf2k87K488vdI10haRukXomedXyTituXaZ927fRPSjHQ/w640-h426/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20038%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Blacksmithing</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div>Michigan knows how to celebrate fall. I think the autumn season, with all the apple orchards and cider mills around, is a two month long holiday!</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgMN6FL7w0VB-VebYL3QVCe2WS_BU2zA5YGzcEXVPxlEu8zI4NDXKjGLh-yJJ_DlKKExEkGC7NbQXUOhAa6pG63Bv4i8txbSw6MhVztrd7qqRAkbFz9xu034fs7TgiL07GI78D_WwEILvWr2UT27A6IDu3bQijs_VcW6Onkg9ff7Rwu5J0rPG87_ieBg/s775/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20041%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="775" data-original-width="700" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgMN6FL7w0VB-VebYL3QVCe2WS_BU2zA5YGzcEXVPxlEu8zI4NDXKjGLh-yJJ_DlKKExEkGC7NbQXUOhAa6pG63Bv4i8txbSw6MhVztrd7qqRAkbFz9xu034fs7TgiL07GI78D_WwEILvWr2UT27A6IDu3bQijs_VcW6Onkg9ff7Rwu5J0rPG87_ieBg/w578-h640/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20041%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" width="578" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Is your house ready for the season?</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNz5dfGvvnXIRstetQFlzZRY30xevmy_XD6OvLKwblOfJIYKi52i8M3CMAwhglX9yej65TQHb2bdaoHScRPULTkPOzJAzpDBO7ZxOoYehQEZ-hWXUTYWqs_YK7WGxrLEhWVxI-3ocyzJuY2kDcWrr1ktrt7Ic0rOeS4XSnMzPkawn6DZMg52A3ezGm5w/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20042%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNz5dfGvvnXIRstetQFlzZRY30xevmy_XD6OvLKwblOfJIYKi52i8M3CMAwhglX9yej65TQHb2bdaoHScRPULTkPOzJAzpDBO7ZxOoYehQEZ-hWXUTYWqs_YK7WGxrLEhWVxI-3ocyzJuY2kDcWrr1ktrt7Ic0rOeS4XSnMzPkawn6DZMg52A3ezGm5w/w640-h426/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20042%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The popularity of Fall décor is growing, whether for city or country houses. <br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHPaGe0WbQ2WpConVa0LXdmZqXhDlfFlYxUqi1Qs-PGM3NT7tFEaNsATrmemoKNNCvqpYj1GBS8uuMCYQ2AN-XUW_IccIxNRjgA32ngnVTDQ9gM8Quh2GB-L2X_1osDXTqiJquK5vDMYZ7bOyTc9riGZSmv27hrGbZEu5CpR1zeUQDn7x1fEByDm60vA/s1064/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20040%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="736" data-original-width="1064" height="442" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHPaGe0WbQ2WpConVa0LXdmZqXhDlfFlYxUqi1Qs-PGM3NT7tFEaNsATrmemoKNNCvqpYj1GBS8uuMCYQ2AN-XUW_IccIxNRjgA32ngnVTDQ9gM8Quh2GB-L2X_1osDXTqiJquK5vDMYZ7bOyTc9riGZSmv27hrGbZEu5CpR1zeUQDn7x1fEByDm60vA/w640-h442/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20040%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg899Z3jmb3aRr8rpRWWODnVPG8T71fUKrLLkkdXx1J9MqP8gzf1BCLwF38eiPtaTduIKecGzeIPPCldgp3bllf_qGbX_ecchHQm8G02Q6FoQIPr_uK1RVS8OfN2ztVOyR5dDGUOIUpsoicvNdZZg-jsadpJbykOLDI1OvZGsE7cgg97iCEyunZAD9pnQ/s1229/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20043%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="922" data-original-width="1229" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg899Z3jmb3aRr8rpRWWODnVPG8T71fUKrLLkkdXx1J9MqP8gzf1BCLwF38eiPtaTduIKecGzeIPPCldgp3bllf_qGbX_ecchHQm8G02Q6FoQIPr_uK1RVS8OfN2ztVOyR5dDGUOIUpsoicvNdZZg-jsadpJbykOLDI1OvZGsE7cgg97iCEyunZAD9pnQ/w640-h480/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20043%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Quilters - my wife purchased one this year.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXHbs_filQoIYt2mw-JtcEeSy16J_UIH-x-UeDZQfYonUpN0LyibMChEgrKFLdhjsgm61vSoQSNVgAmVkCuoxH4m1dfdDKRdiybWSwQRC03HfaTQquwYoIFy7_fg7zmPj6vv3TEArGhgycJd5NtYX5lwkAXVCwp9wl0Op50qXoiLgZxOnTk74Mh02mIQ/s1111/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20039%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="736" data-original-width="1111" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXHbs_filQoIYt2mw-JtcEeSy16J_UIH-x-UeDZQfYonUpN0LyibMChEgrKFLdhjsgm61vSoQSNVgAmVkCuoxH4m1dfdDKRdiybWSwQRC03HfaTQquwYoIFy7_fg7zmPj6vv3TEArGhgycJd5NtYX5lwkAXVCwp9wl0Op50qXoiLgZxOnTk74Mh02mIQ/w640-h424/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20039%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Historic carriages - love these!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgqrMl5pJN8tYB_rnNbNGNyy88R1kjoL6XWJA71KAcBqEbCr1yd1skED4Tsv2Xk_p3RylRCtZMHk_g_kBU5oFX1y1N0bbKtRL1APWkXwX6vZ-B4sRPVP4QOPIyNp5AgG86eqov43CbkqE1KX1MiIBG1TCwbJ7A3vGXlyfw94-Sk5vfoCwezKZYHldUEA/s786/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20044%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="786" data-original-width="637" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgqrMl5pJN8tYB_rnNbNGNyy88R1kjoL6XWJA71KAcBqEbCr1yd1skED4Tsv2Xk_p3RylRCtZMHk_g_kBU5oFX1y1N0bbKtRL1APWkXwX6vZ-B4sRPVP4QOPIyNp5AgG86eqov43CbkqE1KX1MiIBG1TCwbJ7A3vGXlyfw94-Sk5vfoCwezKZYHldUEA/w324-h400/q%202023%20-%2010-12%20044%20Pioneer%20Day.jpg" width="324" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Me and Steve Opp.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Speaking of historic carriages - lol - Steve, a former Firestone Farm farmer (who left Greenfield Village a number of years ago), gave a surprise visit! Steve is a super guy who was a mainstay at the 1880s Firestone Farm. He is also an equestrian and cares for a number of horses, a few of which he hooks up to a cart or carriage to give rides to visitors. In fact, that's what he was doing at Waterloo! </div><div>You may recall seeing in earlier Passion For The Past posts a few photos of me plowing behind a team of horses...well, that was Steve teaching me! Showing me the ropes, so to speak.</div><div>It was odd, for I would see him dressed in 1880s clothing while at Firestone, and now it's sorta like the shoe is on the other foot, only my clothing goes back to a bit over a hundred years earlier.</div><div>Steve wasn't the only visitor I knew that stopped in: Beth Turza and Ken Collier, two reenactor friends I've also known for a while, also came by!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michigan tends to treat Autumn almost as a holiday - a most special time of the year - and folks come out in droves to celebrate, whether they venture off to the many hundreds of cider mills for cider and doughnuts, apple orchards to pick apples, pumpkin farms for pumpkins, special craft shows mixed with history and everything else mentioned as Waterloo Farm has, or perhaps to even hit a few farmer vegetable stands on rural roads, to gather fall décor for their own homes, as well as fresh vegetables and fruits. And I am so glad to be a part of it. In fact, the living historians I am with all seem to agree that Pioneer Day at Waterloo Farm is one of our best days/events of the year! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Yep---celebrating the autumn harvest!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Until next time, see you in time.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Besides my own pictures, others who contributed a few of their snaps for today's post are Chad Baird, Charlotte Bauer, Brian Dewey, and Arlene Kaiser.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Thank you all!</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #38761d;">.....</span><span style="color: #bf9000;">.....</span><span style="color: #ffd966;">....</span></span></b></div><div><br /></div><div><div><div><div>Here are my many posts (with links) of my Autumn celebrations past, showing the variety of ways I have and continue to commemorate harvest past traditions:</div><div>Let's begin with my blog postings with the Fall Harvest / Fall Flavors Weekends the way Greenfield Village <i>used</i> to be (sadly, I use the verb <u>used</u>, because the celebration is now only a shell of its former self).</div><div>Greenfield Village's harvest events began way before my blog of 2012, (I began attending in the 1980s) - I just never wrote blog posts about it until more recently:</div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2012/10/autumn-food-pleasures-of-past.html">2012</a></div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2013/10/a-taste-of-history.html">2013</a></div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2013/09/a-fall-harvest-link-to-past.html">2013 (pt. 2)</a></div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2014/10/days-of-autumn-past-in-photos.html">2014</a></div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2014/10/a-celebration-of-autumn-past-in-video.html">2014 (pt. 2)</a></div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2015/10/colonial-ken-re-visits-greenfield.html">2015</a></div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2016/09/an-18th-century-fall-harvest-celebration.html">2016</a></div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2016/10/autumn-celebrations-then-now.html">2016 (pt. 2)</a></div><div>2017 - I have Flavors<b>/</b>Harvest pictures, I just did not write a blog about it for some odd reason</div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2018/10/if-i-could-save-time-in-bottle.html">2018</a></div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2019/10/historical-harvest-food-at-greenfield.html">2019</a></div><div>2020 was the beginning of the end; they had small doses of harvest<b>/</b>flavors, but the end was in sight.</div></div><div><br /></div><div>Celebrating and participating in an 1860s Harvest with our Civil War civilian group:</div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2014/10/wolcott-mill-2014-harvest-home.html">2014</a> - Our first living history Harvest Home at Wolcott Mill!</div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2015/10/wolcott-mill-2015-celebrating-harvest.html">2015</a> - A mighty large group of participants at Wolcott Mill!</div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2016/10/wolcott-mill-harvest-thanksgiving.html">2016</a> - So many traditional activities at Wolcott Mill!</div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2017/10/presenting-victorian-harvest-2017.html">2017</a> - Held at Detroit's Historic Fort Wayne</div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2018/10/the-spirits-of-harvest-past-reenacting.html">2018</a> - And another at Fort Wayne</div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2019/10/an-1860s-harvest-in-armada-michigan-2019.html">2019</a> - Held at Armada</div><div><br /></div><div>Celebrating and participating in a 1770s fall and harvest with our colonial cohorts:</div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2020/11/a-day-in-life-spending-time-in-autumn.html">2020</a> - Our first colonial harvest at the cabin experience</div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2020/11/a-day-in-life-spending-time-in-autumn.html">2021</a> - The Colonial Cabin Crew dipping candles</div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2022/10/pioneer-day-at-waterloo-farm-and-cabin.html">2022</a> - Pioneer Day</div><div><br /></div></div><div>Harvest celebrations at my home with my family & friends:</div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2016/10/the-past-meets-present-my-daughters.html">2016</a> - First time candle dipping at my home - my daughter & her friends</div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2017/10/fall-traditions-blending-now-with-then.html">2017</a> - Traditions with fall colors!</div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2018/11/do-people-still-celebrate-harvest-in.html">2018</a> - From Corn to Candles</div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2019/11/candle-dipping-2019but-with-historical.html">2019</a> - With grandkids!</div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2020/11/keeping-fall-traditions-alive-in-21st.html">2020</a> - Apples & Candles</div><div>2021 - I was pretty sick & didn't do much with family</div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2022/10/times-past-and-times-present-2022.html">2022</a> - October - lots of fall activities, including Greenfield Village</div><div><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2022/11/a-feast-of-friends-autumn-celebration.html">2022</a> - A Feast of Friends in November - colonial oriented</div></div></div></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRLRZnxqOgeiajdzv-3z1IdvxeIZ-oYkfTW7RJaHWbEwN5nN1vLqN2CBRKh3cv11hrt93CQCFbwEoiy3bp03lwREp-K-obsoeKXWc1fyzbGtc953Dfd3DH3HvuIAm_Vk8sngSOAqgMD7LDLZhHEX0OXbREnrTDaFOFX8zaXSk-_bh1HbA1MV60llBlXQ/s1024/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20038%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="518" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRLRZnxqOgeiajdzv-3z1IdvxeIZ-oYkfTW7RJaHWbEwN5nN1vLqN2CBRKh3cv11hrt93CQCFbwEoiy3bp03lwREp-K-obsoeKXWc1fyzbGtc953Dfd3DH3HvuIAm_Vk8sngSOAqgMD7LDLZhHEX0OXbREnrTDaFOFX8zaXSk-_bh1HbA1MV60llBlXQ/w691-h518/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20038%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" width="691" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Vermillion Creek~</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">~~~~~</span>----<span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: medium;"><b>~~~~</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3M5rFcnVnuht-5mJl2QzmYPPSQ4Z8EMR_UGOxwb5Z47XEWry8boCu79PYVVScUTCQVj5wZA8sNHR_FzYSUKoAQ2Dsg-_8JiWu9MGIaoSzB7dGic327BWWr41FYxqzK1gz0dWVrPfpNPQ7eLeG9lJjX53Ls5QeKf7GdwVXej4rzmQJZoj-PDcvpMCCFA/s819/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20035%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="819" data-original-width="614" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3M5rFcnVnuht-5mJl2QzmYPPSQ4Z8EMR_UGOxwb5Z47XEWry8boCu79PYVVScUTCQVj5wZA8sNHR_FzYSUKoAQ2Dsg-_8JiWu9MGIaoSzB7dGic327BWWr41FYxqzK1gz0dWVrPfpNPQ7eLeG9lJjX53Ls5QeKf7GdwVXej4rzmQJZoj-PDcvpMCCFA/w300-h400/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20035%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The early morning fog was a<br />wonderful unplanned affect!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;">I recently participated in a reenactment in Saginaw, Michigan...a timeline event (<a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/09/river-of-time-2023-new-location-in.html">River of Time</a>) held at a cider mill and pumpkin farm, where fall is celebrated in all of its wonders and woodenness.</div><div style="text-align: left;">A week later - - yep----I participated in another wonderful reenactment held at a cider mill: this time at <a href="https://peacockrff.com/">Peacock Farm</a> in Laingsburg, Michigan, where we are definitely in a very rural setting. </div><div style="text-align: left;">Those of us who participate in the event are <b>pleased and honored</b> that the Peacock Farm is allowing us to share our great and varied American history to many folks who probably did not expect to find themselves back in time to the 18th century:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>"The Queen’s Rangers and Peacock Road Family Farm are pleased to announce the fourth annual VERMILION CREEK COLONIAL MUSTER, taking place September 30 and October 1, 2023. This is a Colonial Period (1750s-1780s) Living History Encampment that will include: historical demonstrations of period music, cooking, crafts, mock battle scenarios, artillery firing demonstrations, and much more! Please join us for a glimpse of life at the time of our nation's founding. See Living Historians portraying Native American, French, British, and American soldiers and civilians of the colonial period as they go about the activities of daily living during the eighteenth century. Fun and educational for the whole family!" </i></div><div style="text-align: left;">I love events that take place in the Autumn, for it's my favorite time of year. And though today's posting isn't necessarily about this wonderful season, you will still get a Fall-flavor while looking at the photos herein of this excellent reenactment.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2BqInBVZ8yQ8m3krS_fbcrBlt_oNKijoycWgf4gYZlumVfPOJec5yQ7aRmi89QV9T1JG1klOzMoAvt13N1Pai_p0RwsVihDEkXGzAZrLdKBvV517XL78neONtk6719w70xBuGMIQeqvxxpnQXx-69BdeX5HPnh9kuUGIVfOuMb4oDkaT3cmyyfqnrLw/s2048/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20043%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1092" data-original-width="2048" height="361" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2BqInBVZ8yQ8m3krS_fbcrBlt_oNKijoycWgf4gYZlumVfPOJec5yQ7aRmi89QV9T1JG1klOzMoAvt13N1Pai_p0RwsVihDEkXGzAZrLdKBvV517XL78neONtk6719w70xBuGMIQeqvxxpnQXx-69BdeX5HPnh9kuUGIVfOuMb4oDkaT3cmyyfqnrLw/w675-h361/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20043%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" width="675" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A beautiful weather weekend was in store, with temperatures nearing 80 degrees <br />(not typical early fall weather in southeastern lower Michigan), though a morning fog <br />was covering the land...</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzEOShi5I7P1qOiW3bpARn7xHMYCYhlwQHsWNFxc1nrTHJ5BVvoD46FlgtN169BW-DWO1Qb5FK3zMTj3B5nQJhalNkPGJLGnSN-QX5WQf0Ru3oxhJ3QyzOEABTWVHapTIx5gYfOg_G4XQTF6k2fb4Z4334VSgUpW5GYJv-dAXP23BC3kTi87jbU3GQZw/s1024/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20037%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="532" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzEOShi5I7P1qOiW3bpARn7xHMYCYhlwQHsWNFxc1nrTHJ5BVvoD46FlgtN169BW-DWO1Qb5FK3zMTj3B5nQJhalNkPGJLGnSN-QX5WQf0Ru3oxhJ3QyzOEABTWVHapTIx5gYfOg_G4XQTF6k2fb4Z4334VSgUpW5GYJv-dAXP23BC3kTi87jbU3GQZw/w709-h532/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20037%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" width="709" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The morning colors were formed in preparation for the upcoming battle scenario.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8fioV-FHV0Wf5OWDnmk7t_emYnbebQ2XIEta_C4Sam4guPWx-GvBJ7UqY_S3Nv2yJNlOl4p6IzZVTQanja4l9fE69uTZKad-Xbit2TZKV4P2QBsdnRam-BM0we7BU9DlvNsbuGPz3UIZHO_JeAEcMocCpohOmzTv9Ik2N3pcr3cbiih_nYq4pcmqhXQ/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20001%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="472" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8fioV-FHV0Wf5OWDnmk7t_emYnbebQ2XIEta_C4Sam4guPWx-GvBJ7UqY_S3Nv2yJNlOl4p6IzZVTQanja4l9fE69uTZKad-Xbit2TZKV4P2QBsdnRam-BM0we7BU9DlvNsbuGPz3UIZHO_JeAEcMocCpohOmzTv9Ik2N3pcr3cbiih_nYq4pcmqhXQ/w709-h472/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20001%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" width="709" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The 1st Pennsylvania</span></td></tr></tbody></table>And the battle begins!<div>Battles are almost a must at any historical reenactment, and Vermillion Creek was not a let down. Seeing the flint-locks flash -n- fire and hearing the <b>BOOM!</b>! of the cannon is always a real treat, even for those of us who get to see and hear such things quite often. </div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj259k3kEqhO3XoJZRo8ZgBFsIOipzaxH7whnGXwXqMzRygNLdcVLdtbTB_Z68ThTMvUDznxE10-ltHDvhP6bABLd3L91GQu_VtHmKGX7bBO_ee_xO3rIvdwjnii8cvcOY9vZTOX5izxAW7oB30NoMC00wAeAExSyEcpawu9gYzDlIcxYax1r4UUFRQBg/s1028/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20039%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="820" data-original-width="1028" height="551" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj259k3kEqhO3XoJZRo8ZgBFsIOipzaxH7whnGXwXqMzRygNLdcVLdtbTB_Z68ThTMvUDznxE10-ltHDvhP6bABLd3L91GQu_VtHmKGX7bBO_ee_xO3rIvdwjnii8cvcOY9vZTOX5izxAW7oB30NoMC00wAeAExSyEcpawu9gYzDlIcxYax1r4UUFRQBg/w692-h551/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20039%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" width="692" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">This cannon shook the ground!<br /></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNS4cTievJpRDHbH7sp7Fnoevz23WM-K34ieu_3MizoQLlHgxDpEPG0hJMAjKMi57f-CbYcuNFBo7iQ2-fOJqQkHGjDA02PTvs5siMCirmZSK2Rx8mV03uYmyfFyiQT3i8NZ9DlzFG2qOyoqwoFMTtYUDiyNwUs3H_sy9EB9R5TSiAoQjQtGRc-Nnltg/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20020%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="452" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNS4cTievJpRDHbH7sp7Fnoevz23WM-K34ieu_3MizoQLlHgxDpEPG0hJMAjKMi57f-CbYcuNFBo7iQ2-fOJqQkHGjDA02PTvs5siMCirmZSK2Rx8mV03uYmyfFyiQT3i8NZ9DlzFG2qOyoqwoFMTtYUDiyNwUs3H_sy9EB9R5TSiAoQjQtGRc-Nnltg/w681-h452/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20020%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" width="681" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">This is the same cannon from above, only from a side angle.</span></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRIbLJJecB3K7qMBsKDjzlN2vbT3WY9fnMwGLH69d9IiyR1gxPwARn9K8l4VpGWpLgwhp_7UryAKr0sspjRGtvUWbzo8F4gCR7zY9srLWyFRCIbU81w85bhRFMst2pijvViNM-0QiVUKVu-TwAoRx8I-5uGUEoCvV6FhKHAVoKclpLf6q7dN_LHl90ng/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20019%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="449" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRIbLJJecB3K7qMBsKDjzlN2vbT3WY9fnMwGLH69d9IiyR1gxPwARn9K8l4VpGWpLgwhp_7UryAKr0sspjRGtvUWbzo8F4gCR7zY9srLWyFRCIbU81w85bhRFMst2pijvViNM-0QiVUKVu-TwAoRx8I-5uGUEoCvV6FhKHAVoKclpLf6q7dN_LHl90ng/w675-h449/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20019%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" width="675" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">More artillery to our left, plus musket fire all around!<br />What I like to tell modern visitors is that they are actually hearing the past.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSjKdsFkRDfCYZTJ_L3_m30ds1dT-Hdj_xwJYbUwMoYRKjTg00qyZT0MsBUJf9kHxfrx5zzfzHTYAAuMLFzfGBUqR37WpMt_c_lwcloNlxXM7pa26pEJ2oH5CafxaX4z_ULfZR59MYnD-O2il48r1m02uRSSUFSPlGq173Bzuol7V3hvcyfaKcl_wT4Q/s1500/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20027%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="740" data-original-width="1500" height="345" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSjKdsFkRDfCYZTJ_L3_m30ds1dT-Hdj_xwJYbUwMoYRKjTg00qyZT0MsBUJf9kHxfrx5zzfzHTYAAuMLFzfGBUqR37WpMt_c_lwcloNlxXM7pa26pEJ2oH5CafxaX4z_ULfZR59MYnD-O2il48r1m02uRSSUFSPlGq173Bzuol7V3hvcyfaKcl_wT4Q/w698-h345/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20027%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" width="698" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">For this event they were not reenacting any one particular battle...</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhctZc-9JgKgo5ndPElYCHHpAaTtxUnlr15-82Oqmc2LSL_vcBuLgPpw4E4mWtO9IyLq9Eg6jeJGd-fS6a_Cp0D_VogWzOJ1HKYe-RLaxvCfFY5EIu9aBSYLurs0Hgh4E1CaV93R60wyyUmtwSCj5H6WfA5o_oQX7gTTq47JM6_ZggqCtL3ecgRvMzkew/s640/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20051%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="427" data-original-width="640" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhctZc-9JgKgo5ndPElYCHHpAaTtxUnlr15-82Oqmc2LSL_vcBuLgPpw4E4mWtO9IyLq9Eg6jeJGd-fS6a_Cp0D_VogWzOJ1HKYe-RLaxvCfFY5EIu9aBSYLurs0Hgh4E1CaV93R60wyyUmtwSCj5H6WfA5o_oQX7gTTq47JM6_ZggqCtL3ecgRvMzkew/w640-h428/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20051%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Gotta love capturing</span><i style="font-size: large;"> the flash in the pan!<br /></i><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf3y670NFstwaw9AOMoKwwME7WJd3WJKNQ9ILqvG76Wfvjqud8p4H5ELmxmowSCbx6tt0IwiCLSTtSPSMrhXjOdIQkwBJXygkGIcHv8PdLTSUAMtsLn0zBIx-bsoERWSebUrxrLjOpKSC1cDhyatcpTBCF6fVFBM34UIczcerM8pJR_k9kOMKEF9SRbw/s640/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20052%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="427" data-original-width="640" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf3y670NFstwaw9AOMoKwwME7WJd3WJKNQ9ILqvG76Wfvjqud8p4H5ELmxmowSCbx6tt0IwiCLSTtSPSMrhXjOdIQkwBJXygkGIcHv8PdLTSUAMtsLn0zBIx-bsoERWSebUrxrLjOpKSC1cDhyatcpTBCF6fVFBM34UIczcerM8pJR_k9kOMKEF9SRbw/w640-h428/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20052%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">These two excellent military captures were taken by Jim LeMay</span></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk-8H9pkzq-kA5W7A5EHBBHSHO-y62Gs7e2IPZdZHgRnpKi7MbL4BPZReK7icosmIb3Hjox2pEnBPvBD3JKD5ePqJHjEyMLz45ReNvBD2ZNFPRJkcHdYMrnn88Hv_Un5Kt2SVMMnPBNOH5TeSHImAEHJOHsay2uyxdh8Nhyho3Ml5zNIcGPbYa-wEmUg/s1651/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20021%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="643" data-original-width="1651" height="263" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk-8H9pkzq-kA5W7A5EHBBHSHO-y62Gs7e2IPZdZHgRnpKi7MbL4BPZReK7icosmIb3Hjox2pEnBPvBD3JKD5ePqJHjEyMLz45ReNvBD2ZNFPRJkcHdYMrnn88Hv_Un5Kt2SVMMnPBNOH5TeSHImAEHJOHsay2uyxdh8Nhyho3Ml5zNIcGPbYa-wEmUg/w673-h263/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20021%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" width="673" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">...the military was giving the public somewhat of an overview simulation.<br />They were also giving a history lesson on the different types of uniforms worn <br />during the American Revolution as well as the French & Indian War from <br />over a decade earlier.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div>With the battle over, the different military groups marched off to their camps.</div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrl6OXaUTH-7IpXAVlHfxwYmNKaCzDD_gYx_RIHVDH0djPg1ExcCTo52HhUcyR-w_IHpQnQTEKE5Ds-N-Od83JyRAGfcCnzSZEGflWGTApPrNx1U5n-Wtqele44HEPJeovpO_uwCTt688BjF2rp_2JaEaDGKjU3xgVZFn1vHjv-G1OHCQ7upg-7QvBbQ/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20014%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrl6OXaUTH-7IpXAVlHfxwYmNKaCzDD_gYx_RIHVDH0djPg1ExcCTo52HhUcyR-w_IHpQnQTEKE5Ds-N-Od83JyRAGfcCnzSZEGflWGTApPrNx1U5n-Wtqele44HEPJeovpO_uwCTt688BjF2rp_2JaEaDGKjU3xgVZFn1vHjv-G1OHCQ7upg-7QvBbQ/w640-h426/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20014%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Scott Mann and his Rangers.</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div>If you'd like to read more on the Queen's Rangers, please click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2016/01/a-history-of-queens-rangers-and.html">HERE</a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwAjWc4wxJ4iV-tKAJbHSnz4ZND9QuJRkQR5wpnFRdUTTQ5g1W1Knett5JtmDEhOXWmDtuX_nCkLSHabcrAX7AczfT7j9JafJYWldxWoJ-oNun0Bnnh3cx3_x5lKpgJn1LkLkXRSmpFNF0YMxpTX9dsajIGxus0TxtYARy-a3wVF_Bl3tWzOItXgEd7w/s1359/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20011%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="725" data-original-width="1359" height="364" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwAjWc4wxJ4iV-tKAJbHSnz4ZND9QuJRkQR5wpnFRdUTTQ5g1W1Knett5JtmDEhOXWmDtuX_nCkLSHabcrAX7AczfT7j9JafJYWldxWoJ-oNun0Bnnh3cx3_x5lKpgJn1LkLkXRSmpFNF0YMxpTX9dsajIGxus0TxtYARy-a3wVF_Bl3tWzOItXgEd7w/w681-h364/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20011%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" width="681" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Washington's Life Guards. </span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div><br /></div><div>Let us move to the civilian side of 18th century life, where we'll find numerous activities of the 1700s taking place:</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMemZxvRVf99pSXR1njVSA5O5kg969106MXHYgdHWAnKIaU64Gyb_YSrpDq7BICI1prcDcy_2gBkGnBCqN7azDw1XqIyRtrevvif35oOHcs62PDDxPUcjWJXWyQG5DTeCP3UCTTVVkkSHJsT56mBMGLyhR58vUDu10dV_7MRooQvJhKRwigkxTNkaIgw/s840/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20002%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMemZxvRVf99pSXR1njVSA5O5kg969106MXHYgdHWAnKIaU64Gyb_YSrpDq7BICI1prcDcy_2gBkGnBCqN7azDw1XqIyRtrevvif35oOHcs62PDDxPUcjWJXWyQG5DTeCP3UCTTVVkkSHJsT56mBMGLyhR58vUDu10dV_7MRooQvJhKRwigkxTNkaIgw/w426-h640/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20002%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" width="426" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Jackie & Charlotte~<br />Two of my cabin compadres.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div>And then there was Larry Kula, the Colonial Brewer:<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1oY-P-V3MFGIhO-HbyEsPZGxNTbaCLSFrfcQlH72D2SRXwWfuSW5gqnmSpP58CFLPwxRISdizm921hQSmPwXXuZDTI-A0V9D7Ejj791xae8xO0ykPMYl0ay1TidWKyD98-q__K3TZiXcHnAe1mRaOvZ-qVy5ueTRVkXD721oA9EAmlo2WCfOkdvrjHA/s1188/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20029%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="867" data-original-width="1188" height="499" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1oY-P-V3MFGIhO-HbyEsPZGxNTbaCLSFrfcQlH72D2SRXwWfuSW5gqnmSpP58CFLPwxRISdizm921hQSmPwXXuZDTI-A0V9D7Ejj791xae8xO0ykPMYl0ay1TidWKyD98-q__K3TZiXcHnAe1mRaOvZ-qVy5ueTRVkXD721oA9EAmlo2WCfOkdvrjHA/w682-h499/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20029%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" width="682" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Larry had a wonderful set up and was able to continuously brew numerous types <br />of 18th century beer and other drinks popular of the period.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn8ir9zRsAMxIk88HDoue6sbn5YskEUmSXb9BV_dKjDtZ4BqVUOSHb9ZCXoojYJwRFcHBMG0-tcrgHa_z84oCUHFuVjwYFRyMsWu2QF9cma5erzphWgCsr99n_IKzCyFsC7GQR1L6usEGPQFKyMcY8IEbgmkGB6DJPSPyeWJnjZuoQHf2ezj921Pz9YA/s840/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20003%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="690" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn8ir9zRsAMxIk88HDoue6sbn5YskEUmSXb9BV_dKjDtZ4BqVUOSHb9ZCXoojYJwRFcHBMG0-tcrgHa_z84oCUHFuVjwYFRyMsWu2QF9cma5erzphWgCsr99n_IKzCyFsC7GQR1L6usEGPQFKyMcY8IEbgmkGB6DJPSPyeWJnjZuoQHf2ezj921Pz9YA/w459-h690/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20003%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" width="459" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Although I've known Larry from other reenactments, <br />we met up with him for the first time as a brewer at the <br />previous weekend up at the <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2023/09/river-of-time-2023-new-location-in.html">River of Time</a> timeline event.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">From the <a href="https://research.colonialwilliamsburg.org/DigitalLibrary/">Colonial Williamsburg site</a>:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><i>The introduction of hops resulted in a change in the definition of beer and ale. By the 1500s beer had become a malt beverage with hops, while ale was a malt beverage made without hops. This distinction was maintained for about 200 years. During this period fines were imposed for putting hops into ale. Soon, the preserving qualities of hops won out over the prejudice against its flavor. During the 18th-century the distinctions between beer and ale became more vague. The term "ale" is sometimes used to indicate a stronger drink, but this usage is not consistent</i>. <i>So during the 18th century, beer for ale and ale for beer were often intertwined.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">A little research can go a long way:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFuobSvhwxL_vt_uOqNgOaBkFXLuNZ9YquFHGzZj_czokvxWLc3giNtnkXWm92WKYjSGLYTyf9dO86Q9Gcs5p8iyvxOqU9CjYmYug38yyk7D-GbFRqmVVe8IJwlMq0UIr3g3JRvDtzIxC4z7rd2htkW2n_uOj6coCXwU981aGJV7HiixEMCDSyQY60GQ/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20028%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="449" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFuobSvhwxL_vt_uOqNgOaBkFXLuNZ9YquFHGzZj_czokvxWLc3giNtnkXWm92WKYjSGLYTyf9dO86Q9Gcs5p8iyvxOqU9CjYmYug38yyk7D-GbFRqmVVe8IJwlMq0UIr3g3JRvDtzIxC4z7rd2htkW2n_uOj6coCXwU981aGJV7HiixEMCDSyQY60GQ/w675-h449/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20028%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" width="675" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">First developed by Canada's indigenous peoples, spruce beer was commonly used <br />to prevent scurvy, as French navigator Jacques Cartier did. </span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzfp7jA2XDhuVQO3GbAGyj04qUpbvq88Jpy7QDbOMyNnMqwbChG700EkIhedCJ1JM1y2cOMJjGZLA9VQn7BGS8gwUeCPwj8m_Nar5bDrmZwHSCxv3YyghKW4xH1OWeAklNu5DmJSRDx5DLUVWqXb4bbYs7sCrHIRWGV_Df-B-rPr8PeZLyoKHMdO6Wxg/s1137/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20004%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1137" height="483" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzfp7jA2XDhuVQO3GbAGyj04qUpbvq88Jpy7QDbOMyNnMqwbChG700EkIhedCJ1JM1y2cOMJjGZLA9VQn7BGS8gwUeCPwj8m_Nar5bDrmZwHSCxv3YyghKW4xH1OWeAklNu5DmJSRDx5DLUVWqXb4bbYs7sCrHIRWGV_Df-B-rPr8PeZLyoKHMdO6Wxg/w687-h483/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20004%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" width="687" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Larry not only made beer, but also a form of ginger ale and root beer.<br />I did not get the chance to try the root beer, which I would have loved, for I am <br />sort of a root beer connoisseur, but I did try the ginger tea he made.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdVNNcq4EImMR3L6Ek-JNhPm4llYPKf6WZidvGfjScPA9CPg3SgOW1imeXTnsmLWdSJTey_7i4ULn05jOhg4-ktmuQjyXxLZKy8m-h2EfDrR2UZPy2IZKvp1OVd-YTFwh-GfsL8a69vFfVdMKk-TQT8XsgG6pbJaaTOp9bJ6RX6WsHYZcgd0marf93cg/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20025%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="455" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdVNNcq4EImMR3L6Ek-JNhPm4llYPKf6WZidvGfjScPA9CPg3SgOW1imeXTnsmLWdSJTey_7i4ULn05jOhg4-ktmuQjyXxLZKy8m-h2EfDrR2UZPy2IZKvp1OVd-YTFwh-GfsL8a69vFfVdMKk-TQT8XsgG6pbJaaTOp9bJ6RX6WsHYZcgd0marf93cg/w684-h455/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20025%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" width="684" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I've always questioned the use of spigots on barrels in the 18th century. For some odd reason I didn't know if such an invention was around at that time, that perhaps it was a "modern-ism" made to look old. Well, I've come to learn that indeed they were - and even much earlier (from about 1700 BC!). You see, I question everything, especially if I see it often at reenactments or even at museums. Just because we may see something doesn't always mean it is correct. Better to check than just assume. <br />So, yes, we absolutely would have seen barrels such as what we see here!!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMDL18P1XSmaX_QVIIIJET9OjJJHXOcp_bJlN67ePpXZ3EkqAmk-4ZzsKaRtMU7QTfSvF7MZhgrsedo_VFpDKq3AQSsROUel6nFZlWC3K6nw_ZoQJyDyUSlVR_ytOgwcft-HgmzOKKutDOMLUqYS57mOpV0jo2ws0E4oQOZHZJdy0P_wmdNw9-QrnFkw/s832/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20005%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="832" data-original-width="640" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMDL18P1XSmaX_QVIIIJET9OjJJHXOcp_bJlN67ePpXZ3EkqAmk-4ZzsKaRtMU7QTfSvF7MZhgrsedo_VFpDKq3AQSsROUel6nFZlWC3K6nw_ZoQJyDyUSlVR_ytOgwcft-HgmzOKKutDOMLUqYS57mOpV0jo2ws0E4oQOZHZJdy0P_wmdNw9-QrnFkw/w492-h640/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20005%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" width="492" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Welcome, Chris. Would you like to quaff some ale?<br />People came from all around to watch, learn, and, <br />if you were an "of-age" reenactor, to even taste.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br />The trader's cabin:<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7_iZissARlL8S3beITc1A1frJi3XVsE8hYQ3IS7cbS-YSimy6GIv6hMVuJJusfalsFyCENtUr3nf5b_9Qxm3f-qtNDhmYuXAwXlVb_DtGN38iQZP9XGlB1s8DHsV2DY7YW28U5Va0kuOVt-LTcTbY6-P9nw4jfncF8RRR_9BMtmf5mFaAFCLAc1Senw/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20030%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7_iZissARlL8S3beITc1A1frJi3XVsE8hYQ3IS7cbS-YSimy6GIv6hMVuJJusfalsFyCENtUr3nf5b_9Qxm3f-qtNDhmYuXAwXlVb_DtGN38iQZP9XGlB1s8DHsV2DY7YW28U5Va0kuOVt-LTcTbY6-P9nw4jfncF8RRR_9BMtmf5mFaAFCLAc1Senw/w640-h426/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20030%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The cabin~<br />No, this is not Waterloo Cabin (that's for us next weekend!), but, rather, <br /> the Peacock Cabin used for numerous things including Christmas.<br />It works well for the reenactment to show trading/bartering.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs9-_iI7ZWnCB9hfbfELc9OTOqWzZWp-V1gOvxZpM8-J1swn7YUd5sFiYOc7YSOHH8HE5i_anF4wPX41P4WU7Yt8X-AZD8-IDkDk9QmmKtINDE8j31Z3rtfcyG3gjR-C6Id15G2DoFdhgGBVmPqIqJ_E3R7588NMgfqBT19NnH6hy1l2bH-lGdbeITUg/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20007%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="451" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs9-_iI7ZWnCB9hfbfELc9OTOqWzZWp-V1gOvxZpM8-J1swn7YUd5sFiYOc7YSOHH8HE5i_anF4wPX41P4WU7Yt8X-AZD8-IDkDk9QmmKtINDE8j31Z3rtfcyG3gjR-C6Id15G2DoFdhgGBVmPqIqJ_E3R7588NMgfqBT19NnH6hy1l2bH-lGdbeITUg/w677-h451/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20007%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" width="677" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Tim Thompson portrayed a trader in a trading post.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIFFYd3SepL0PvBgeFg0zcPfQU63-YaYJP5HyP21f8kTk-6YWx9aOgJpnJd-PnX3GjinBybng1RoCwwhD-kym7cx2ZvaGwfeHNkt8-3oYS4URO0v2VHNfM_oPDUcGNJd4ToJtEty4X7Qd2Ix8b4yiMDbm25w68DUMzgrbMdW8o6ofQm3u2zkMW0pGlOA/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20031%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="455" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIFFYd3SepL0PvBgeFg0zcPfQU63-YaYJP5HyP21f8kTk-6YWx9aOgJpnJd-PnX3GjinBybng1RoCwwhD-kym7cx2ZvaGwfeHNkt8-3oYS4URO0v2VHNfM_oPDUcGNJd4ToJtEty4X7Qd2Ix8b4yiMDbm25w68DUMzgrbMdW8o6ofQm3u2zkMW0pGlOA/w684-h455/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20031%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" width="684" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Jackie enjoying the Vermillion Creek running through the property.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnuGLHcWtx_Ij1dMYi_qxJY2sorzM5oalzxm-wHST38cc6LcaBz_yE6xKHVfBqDZWNjl7elX1sXPApWQtlSDKLm5KN6sTu2YYos4wh34GAAN2a190CLM367qGn7ggdx1INV9wa6WMLeESiZklr99Pxsj5JXoe97-sCZA7FUJv44KWfS3Oa_B_ooDZj8g/s840/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20032%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnuGLHcWtx_Ij1dMYi_qxJY2sorzM5oalzxm-wHST38cc6LcaBz_yE6xKHVfBqDZWNjl7elX1sXPApWQtlSDKLm5KN6sTu2YYos4wh34GAAN2a190CLM367qGn7ggdx1INV9wa6WMLeESiZklr99Pxsj5JXoe97-sCZA7FUJv44KWfS3Oa_B_ooDZj8g/w426-h640/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20032%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" width="426" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The cabin is away from the main reenacting area, <br />which makes it a pleasant place to get away.<br />Or it could mean isolation.<br />Either way, it is an important piece of history.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitiJTkd3qoNk2FRlRa6QW990e-lbjFn2mMKC2X5PbvwNTW9_dLxbxuZYd6d_ZvQSHCUIaVZtrskUWvDl3kusyq3jVPZ5DXQNFMVhoSqTuiZOlFPesh53RozSO8nDOnC9rnyzBvuDwYWhmbFByON03Tn1OHrjMYa4AYsclcLnbpy-9c_v1DJ5so4z-P1w/s1384/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20008%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="808" data-original-width="1384" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitiJTkd3qoNk2FRlRa6QW990e-lbjFn2mMKC2X5PbvwNTW9_dLxbxuZYd6d_ZvQSHCUIaVZtrskUWvDl3kusyq3jVPZ5DXQNFMVhoSqTuiZOlFPesh53RozSO8nDOnC9rnyzBvuDwYWhmbFByON03Tn1OHrjMYa4AYsclcLnbpy-9c_v1DJ5so4z-P1w/w684-h400/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20008%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" width="684" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Three amigos just a settin' on the cabin porch.<br />Behind us, the stream was a-babbling.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg47fVvZJW7GkYcQXAQsZ1VEvpd3vPFgqo9zP84ciab2rgGkogkxEh1qo9EvVO9EZsjmC3Od19S6FWf4wohYvcFliqfPefhBqLQKYA8U58pGEuFQlnJe2fPjhoEtwx8cQivbhUT7vn5vo0qiL9hxlEeAnA7OX84VpS67qTFus1SDKujielXHjoVIbFLkQ/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20009%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="456" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg47fVvZJW7GkYcQXAQsZ1VEvpd3vPFgqo9zP84ciab2rgGkogkxEh1qo9EvVO9EZsjmC3Od19S6FWf4wohYvcFliqfPefhBqLQKYA8U58pGEuFQlnJe2fPjhoEtwx8cQivbhUT7vn5vo0qiL9hxlEeAnA7OX84VpS67qTFus1SDKujielXHjoVIbFLkQ/w686-h456/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20009%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" width="686" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Tim put together this gun, and here is the very first shot he took with it!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div><div>And near the cabin we have...</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib5fX18QaG9GVuDgMOJk5GIOTRabuR6eduoz8l8Nm_GgKnQN3imhaOhM8d5MVf0KLQHJ5-ili6GPhh293KO8eZ5RYuDcxsHkUhzxEv8i0jxbU9Pw_SZt5GeWsMuE8PzSbtlDV8GYyGEKL_TNP8p0O19WgfRhSVD1mnTu61vwTfnRehTfh7HF4CpHB7mA/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20006%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib5fX18QaG9GVuDgMOJk5GIOTRabuR6eduoz8l8Nm_GgKnQN3imhaOhM8d5MVf0KLQHJ5-ili6GPhh293KO8eZ5RYuDcxsHkUhzxEv8i0jxbU9Pw_SZt5GeWsMuE8PzSbtlDV8GYyGEKL_TNP8p0O19WgfRhSVD1mnTu61vwTfnRehTfh7HF4CpHB7mA/w640-h426/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20006%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Horik also portrayed a trader in his lean-to.</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR4-AbUb5zrjZpqeY5LRAdPoK92YPu3BaAzEnP0F-YJMFb0OsY8nX6nx4pOr9bZfDoiyLKL58pxbgC7GYDzRiFDGT1vViPcgjRPSK91jWv6QyZl9hMA9a-zdtpZsMzGi5KrVBBQNBNLsSEkuCva8Rc36HhLIXNC8AGt7Qw80enYD122mqFLWISLXt3vw/s840/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20010%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR4-AbUb5zrjZpqeY5LRAdPoK92YPu3BaAzEnP0F-YJMFb0OsY8nX6nx4pOr9bZfDoiyLKL58pxbgC7GYDzRiFDGT1vViPcgjRPSK91jWv6QyZl9hMA9a-zdtpZsMzGi5KrVBBQNBNLsSEkuCva8Rc36HhLIXNC8AGt7Qw80enYD122mqFLWISLXt3vw/w426-h640/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20010%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" width="426" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Tony and his father, Norm.<br />Both have been in this hobby since the <br />Bicentennial year of 1976!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3GQuB_uQyNqdLr7HuQUkPVB8_Zke6ENKWs3gISFQX85hjAFz9fRECCza8L-v_03AgQ2djVlT2sb6tofeYb_hRLmYFi0sY2V24CG-5w6kLPrtnMUy3rxSFi7BLCeB7FKH8ik_r6xpR_08HP4KQgwCoARdBFTmOeHlcRZzccS6qWxJMURvU4ywDwnZDlg/s840/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20016%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3GQuB_uQyNqdLr7HuQUkPVB8_Zke6ENKWs3gISFQX85hjAFz9fRECCza8L-v_03AgQ2djVlT2sb6tofeYb_hRLmYFi0sY2V24CG-5w6kLPrtnMUy3rxSFi7BLCeB7FKH8ik_r6xpR_08HP4KQgwCoARdBFTmOeHlcRZzccS6qWxJMURvU4ywDwnZDlg/w426-h640/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20016%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" width="426" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Doc Bloodsworth was there and, as per usual, he had <br />a wealth of medical tools and information to share with <br />the wondering public.<br />Doc<b>/</b>Tom always does a terrific job.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu96AK31JMJcIoQgkhDfBQqbNTMrS2jI17WIuNHty-xzw-XvCXXEd2huAqa_us_oCA4npuGSoXMVeT3wgR-jzdu1xvuIyl7MD7iHEVcHVNg2Lk_rFfebAocAUWSiTTw0QsE5bexDYkgHi_yaUmiwxaLX3TDlKK8wco_aJ7tbpQI4WX3dK3GYBwTUxrdg/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20017%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="455" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu96AK31JMJcIoQgkhDfBQqbNTMrS2jI17WIuNHty-xzw-XvCXXEd2huAqa_us_oCA4npuGSoXMVeT3wgR-jzdu1xvuIyl7MD7iHEVcHVNg2Lk_rFfebAocAUWSiTTw0QsE5bexDYkgHi_yaUmiwxaLX3TDlKK8wco_aJ7tbpQI4WX3dK3GYBwTUxrdg/w684-h455/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20017%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" width="684" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Here are a few members of the Belletre Detroit, who I have known now for several years. <br />Belletre is a French & Indian War reenacting society dedicated to the preservation and education of the mid-18th Century military and civilian life.<br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfC2NTH01abdnuu8H21dVmtFabv65nPMJ0OPNk8uMTQnmyB-szds9mCHVq4wssgwDeq1h1OCcNaQJoUdVExm-swoXXGQ5atseQ-qFSNVZcPyL2Lc1EDvVIAZ1Q5gxQ5BG_zx3PbZ76hJIyXzJJIpI2TW2paSiTgomkahiauIhj83b1JugyQXQTnY7eyw/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20015%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="450" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfC2NTH01abdnuu8H21dVmtFabv65nPMJ0OPNk8uMTQnmyB-szds9mCHVq4wssgwDeq1h1OCcNaQJoUdVExm-swoXXGQ5atseQ-qFSNVZcPyL2Lc1EDvVIAZ1Q5gxQ5BG_zx3PbZ76hJIyXzJJIpI2TW2paSiTgomkahiauIhj83b1JugyQXQTnY7eyw/w676-h450/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20015%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" width="676" /></a><span style="font-size: medium;"><br />And, you know, the number of different 18th century recipes one can see being prepared is awesome.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijHcZFGolhv526hYZ2-KVaoBnyg_8cl9YtsUOuoCGjxeIxI_WSBfxS1Se7dWRnSvXIgzLvrs95gzp60NLE2nVSxYqBTPSodLlq3QqEl9uA70jskMUN9ZTjyUJm6md9_NQ_54K4bnIVhvsjSXQn-m9WSGFXrP73w06uUFIzZb4GHxaIDl-FcYsNQAXEWg/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20018%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="457" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijHcZFGolhv526hYZ2-KVaoBnyg_8cl9YtsUOuoCGjxeIxI_WSBfxS1Se7dWRnSvXIgzLvrs95gzp60NLE2nVSxYqBTPSodLlq3QqEl9uA70jskMUN9ZTjyUJm6md9_NQ_54K4bnIVhvsjSXQn-m9WSGFXrP73w06uUFIzZb4GHxaIDl-FcYsNQAXEWg/w687-h457/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20018%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" width="687" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I've said it before and I'll say it again:<br />I always love it when Natives come out and take part to teach their heritage and story.<br />I wish we could get African Americans to come out as well, for there is so much <br />wonderful history that needs to be told - a lot more than land grabs and slavery.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIi00s_cPgMbwbddX9fBiAB_TYeyoMjbUvaBVC5h8Jylq5z4hEeLA8QI1d_QedEdUIOHnLKeBmOIrUZ3UzIoIyQl2pe9WQCN6xqo2LZNPs7eoIYWRMVcYkigOFRWskNrMvco4ONd3vAbWGsPnH3v-hlsJ8D4GPLh_V-NlntYN29AiJvFOn1rCAzHKkkw/s974/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20046%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="773" data-original-width="974" height="508" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIi00s_cPgMbwbddX9fBiAB_TYeyoMjbUvaBVC5h8Jylq5z4hEeLA8QI1d_QedEdUIOHnLKeBmOIrUZ3UzIoIyQl2pe9WQCN6xqo2LZNPs7eoIYWRMVcYkigOFRWskNrMvco4ONd3vAbWGsPnH3v-hlsJ8D4GPLh_V-NlntYN29AiJvFOn1rCAzHKkkw/w640-h508/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20046%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The men of the 1st Pennsylvania stood solemnly for a given blessing.<br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDmSWhCuln6dNnXfoubr1FzPXGm4tqRrIWdFHNlmbinrKSN7CvI4dir8BtwhjMLYA01I8LBn-S_r3qRhJG5EoJb8Zm6u5Jc57aOBhCr9Hu3HWaJtcixEHFZ5kZenXZshVIF_7PfyZzUiI9OQ3GmVz7k_E0_OeVjEq1ejoH8Gs3sABkTE65_WYNmriy-Q/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20033%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="668" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpuV_7xBKQ96vI4r-ao8Blq70SJOzcSOnUsRLXJYyfHujJqGeCGO0j44HqCgzg89SL33WIbYgDi9cJ2xpw0SFaOeXlZLWMMIjnbbDnbrkdrGEjiLOvqRPI2qe-7VVGHRtNvK6SYmv6DDMwkkYHQGsCzG6Ii5mCNJeG1DsX0Z50TXAzOYTr7aPw_x13hg/w534-h640/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20034%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" width="534" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Back to camp~</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCQdY_pUUYKZvt7EI0J68I8_Ot3WUlaBAv-js-nmbFrzS1qGiEmMMeQ5LR7jjW0k9_wRKzeJYrg23GbySSEQ7i_UQ9to5me8F_onmLgl48FrQqFadFuNuqS71VKudwxlIHn7OmaO4RL2qZ1OExUIrVLZLYbwEtJqFnNt2L4b3Wy9tYR-KSqVNuDYRKbA/s1024/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20036%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCQdY_pUUYKZvt7EI0J68I8_Ot3WUlaBAv-js-nmbFrzS1qGiEmMMeQ5LR7jjW0k9_wRKzeJYrg23GbySSEQ7i_UQ9to5me8F_onmLgl48FrQqFadFuNuqS71VKudwxlIHn7OmaO4RL2qZ1OExUIrVLZLYbwEtJqFnNt2L4b3Wy9tYR-KSqVNuDYRKbA/w640-h480/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20036%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The history being taught - different uniforms...different flags.<br />The sort of history rarely taught in schools!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSRlmlmladdGoWqk_fiZSXNZvQBWJPdlAGuWZgYiuulMO5EHU1zyg09GRs0AwQM7orFL2ubQueSL4ipKXFEf52T8gUnfj16uXbbdW2ErUYBXIj4HA351SwnB2astwr75XtAD0eOsmLUUHrQL7G0Yb4gzZkzSVZv8p1Vptoyk1US5BwxxtZvL7a_9JDJQ/s840/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20012%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="560" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSRlmlmladdGoWqk_fiZSXNZvQBWJPdlAGuWZgYiuulMO5EHU1zyg09GRs0AwQM7orFL2ubQueSL4ipKXFEf52T8gUnfj16uXbbdW2ErUYBXIj4HA351SwnB2astwr75XtAD0eOsmLUUHrQL7G0Yb4gzZkzSVZv8p1Vptoyk1US5BwxxtZvL7a_9JDJQ/w426-h640/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20012%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" width="426" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Here is a well-dressed couple who don't seem to come out nearly as much as they should, Mr. & Mrs. Lockwood.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>Any event is only as good as those who participate and what they are willing to put into it. By that alone Vermillion Creek is a fine event indeed. Walking about the camps throughout the acreage and speaking to the other reenactors is one of those things I enjoy most, for it's in this manner I can get to know others, whether patriot or loyalist. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGQeYJm5ViKkmwnUR6Uw5Djk6wzXQZ2WC3RVF19dQgaxH5ydY1-Psy5Thh4sjeadeVcXVQnexgfs1Yiph3hlE6WGoBHpI836E2F2F3Qicu7cNKa6U3o_FVTPYQrhgGxzyU7aYwAd5kD8CllMrjvOPGaPNGGE3aRnTYzPsgAhP7E9zJ4mQv1aHsRH3h2A/s922/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20040%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="922" data-original-width="691" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGQeYJm5ViKkmwnUR6Uw5Djk6wzXQZ2WC3RVF19dQgaxH5ydY1-Psy5Thh4sjeadeVcXVQnexgfs1Yiph3hlE6WGoBHpI836E2F2F3Qicu7cNKa6U3o_FVTPYQrhgGxzyU7aYwAd5kD8CllMrjvOPGaPNGGE3aRnTYzPsgAhP7E9zJ4mQv1aHsRH3h2A/w480-h640/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20040%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">As I explained to a non-reenacting friend:<br />imagine spending time, whether a day or a full weekend, with friends...lots of friends...and many people you may not know but they are of the same mindset who enjoy the same things you do, so you are immediate friends. How cool would that be?<br />She responded with, "Very cool."<br />Then I said, "That's what I do nearly every weekend!"</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_P4-Ezt7uK13ObNxuy7BPNO9Oq0RN-otMVhsn68lGHdILepdl3URRdoAG3rOttiNbrJGxDuAUntVRYSK44FinX_aIamNGSUcigMsH1hHBZjHikecld2Q-TEpHMsgsoMfn-bhMgbUyeG3vyGbzvdmNQmA8NvK9jmcBRnmBO6ZVGAELuv5pSa7bV1kzlA/s960/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20013%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="807" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_P4-Ezt7uK13ObNxuy7BPNO9Oq0RN-otMVhsn68lGHdILepdl3URRdoAG3rOttiNbrJGxDuAUntVRYSK44FinX_aIamNGSUcigMsH1hHBZjHikecld2Q-TEpHMsgsoMfn-bhMgbUyeG3vyGbzvdmNQmA8NvK9jmcBRnmBO6ZVGAELuv5pSa7bV1kzlA/w538-h640/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20013%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" width="538" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Amy and Susan chat away while Susan works on a sewing project.<br />Amy heads up the hands-on historic and traditional activities at <a href="https://www.metroparks.com/kensington-metropark/kensington-metropark-farm-center/">Kensington Metropark</a>.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN8rtTKUWzIbWivbl-abi-lCVLDSjRWmq0n4TQrzISVu97P-IAyqUOHGUUJysOlt98jGzbGaW_WIpbBMkfaWdEese7EZ0P1jF3bHAZRpu9_H7uzzAFWnjXJol9ENTe8Iw6fgnH0H1F9NhT94uVCBto_H3rBbHXWONCxxznDoUziLNV4Q5yhA5bCEua9A/s1024/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20041%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="506" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN8rtTKUWzIbWivbl-abi-lCVLDSjRWmq0n4TQrzISVu97P-IAyqUOHGUUJysOlt98jGzbGaW_WIpbBMkfaWdEese7EZ0P1jF3bHAZRpu9_H7uzzAFWnjXJol9ENTe8Iw6fgnH0H1F9NhT94uVCBto_H3rBbHXWONCxxznDoUziLNV4Q5yhA5bCEua9A/w675-h506/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20041%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" width="675" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Susan has been a long-time reenactor, starting out, like many of us, in Civil War. <br />She began experimenting with the 18th century right around the same time that I did, <br />back in 2014.<br />Here she is visiting with Chris.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></div><div><div>Then there was Carol-Anne's new endeavor as a sutler:</div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_5vWOqfDM7foabmU-ipHd7HTH1p9wWr5UIkxUIhpTzadvVLj7_wpWV7a3wXlOoHno1_Z3YA0wx4i3r3pb9X3Vgmy9pKy8ncUX9vXp5-RHqBA6OjfocA_dYpnsnKUUrC74etUrA7rmpEqAVVA3IHT2XyqlcVupoeOQf45HChYA8_nuEt9eCxwmbOL0rQ/s1008/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20047%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="756" data-original-width="1008" height="504" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_5vWOqfDM7foabmU-ipHd7HTH1p9wWr5UIkxUIhpTzadvVLj7_wpWV7a3wXlOoHno1_Z3YA0wx4i3r3pb9X3Vgmy9pKy8ncUX9vXp5-RHqBA6OjfocA_dYpnsnKUUrC74etUrA7rmpEqAVVA3IHT2XyqlcVupoeOQf45HChYA8_nuEt9eCxwmbOL0rQ/w672-h504/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20047%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" width="672" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Prickly Thistle Apothecary"</span><br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2kzqQFnfWkOY_2eKtDRl6ud8d45Hq4HJ5v7BmZa4Sbyc7alOOagoMLp_XDzqhMpKFASyJ4ZjcJwJ3GCfdJ0rmiDvSso8LB8xtNFVA6AIpY3wwaKY1qnBU_awbjXyBsWftXCz2KTbKKy2EyiZab7kGLRdQvYL0eUAHsfdFnvDOXdQDkCeb2ip7os7MWw/s1008/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20048%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="756" data-original-width="1008" height="502" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2kzqQFnfWkOY_2eKtDRl6ud8d45Hq4HJ5v7BmZa4Sbyc7alOOagoMLp_XDzqhMpKFASyJ4ZjcJwJ3GCfdJ0rmiDvSso8LB8xtNFVA6AIpY3wwaKY1qnBU_awbjXyBsWftXCz2KTbKKy2EyiZab7kGLRdQvYL0eUAHsfdFnvDOXdQDkCeb2ip7os7MWw/w669-h502/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20048%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" width="669" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">She certainly carried a lot of interesting items~</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcvwJxaqVOAQWxB7742gb1TdqUeKi2lKd5OPaZt8U6LaiNjs3owVWPv366S1gwVWg5bPrsc644I6AgoVq81xWBuj_00Es1-aRGHm6k4reivPmd4jXQ7kfR1RRIIdwzt_AM8ZD_f3mOo8fc0gwRIDnBVCSAs5pK8M1ienOdOzoBqTGfxThU-XUSwxnTPQ/s1500/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20026%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="704" data-original-width="1500" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcvwJxaqVOAQWxB7742gb1TdqUeKi2lKd5OPaZt8U6LaiNjs3owVWPv366S1gwVWg5bPrsc644I6AgoVq81xWBuj_00Es1-aRGHm6k4reivPmd4jXQ7kfR1RRIIdwzt_AM8ZD_f3mOo8fc0gwRIDnBVCSAs5pK8M1ienOdOzoBqTGfxThU-XUSwxnTPQ/w683-h320/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20026%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" width="683" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">It was good to see plenty of participation.<br />However, there could have <b>/ </b>should have been more.<br />I suppose some had to stay home and cut their grass (lol).<br />Next year!</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div><br /></div><div>There is a large pumpkin patch at the Peacock Farm, and each year I've been there I've had a pumpkin picture taken. This year was no different:<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrT8CCoMSzJqDnyFK3iAtcycqz6-Nu7M97dPiPtVk2JDWQlFuHI8HkQjN9F3_8__ZpIG4v6Viwo3fWPY2En7AXYaCN376lu03FHRieY6ifQ0G6h-hAqBQuv8qhPB2aYJY1rOPYNDYjCgzkSAxzoSz8Xeqq3zvtNJsFDeiLfeVvrGDIq0IuZV92DcklTg/s840/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20022%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="640" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrT8CCoMSzJqDnyFK3iAtcycqz6-Nu7M97dPiPtVk2JDWQlFuHI8HkQjN9F3_8__ZpIG4v6Viwo3fWPY2En7AXYaCN376lu03FHRieY6ifQ0G6h-hAqBQuv8qhPB2aYJY1rOPYNDYjCgzkSAxzoSz8Xeqq3zvtNJsFDeiLfeVvrGDIq0IuZV92DcklTg/w305-h400/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20022%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" width="305" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Yes, pumpkins are more than<br />period correct! Read on - - - </span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>Scientists believe that pumpkins originated in North America about 9000 years ago. The oldest pumpkin seeds have been found in Mexico and date back to somewhere between 7000-5550 B.C. Pumpkins (along with other forms of squash) were a historically important food staple among Native Americans.</div><div>Now a quick Hallowe'en lesson:</div><div><div>The traditional illumination for pranksters on Hallowe'en night was provided by turnips or mangel wurzels (a root vegetable), hollowed out to act as lanterns, lit with coal or a candle, and often carved with grotesque faces. They were used to scare people, while in some cases they were set on windowsills to guard homes against evil.</div><div>There is evidence that turnips were used to carve what was called a "Hoberdy's Lantern" in Worcestershire, England, at the end of the 18th century. The folklorist Jabez Allies recalls: “In my juvenile days I remember to have seen peasant boys make what they called a ‘Hoberdy's Lantern’ by hollowing out a turnip, and cutting eyes, nose, and mouth therein, in the true moon-like style; and having lighted it up by inserting the stump of a candle, they used to place it upon a hedge to frighten unwary travellers in the night.”</div><div>Irish immigrants brought the jack-o’-lantern custom to North America. Here, turnips were slowly replaced by pumpkins to make the iconic Halloween decorations, and eventually became the plant of choice.</div><div>For a lot more on Hallowe'en, please click <a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2012/10/halloween.html">HERE</a></div><div>By the way, a pumpkin is technically a fruit because it’s a product of the seed-bearing structure of flowering plants. Vegetables, on the other hand, are the edible portion of plants such as leaves, stems, roots, bulbs, and flowers. Because pumpkins are less sweet and more savory from a culinary perspective, we categorize them as a vegetable.</div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmargvCDaObh59pRViIgDfRZyTimJxrMcDL9z3jMInA4URNl5pgu0IAiESfKMTHtccZ4VRpmpUiewo1QQyMbV93Sy5-YP_8rrV1DhYyg7KEEWhKUODiv-axW1FDpw0YplZ3dqR7tqUvnHE6VvWgp7Uduh6oJKG9xF21rd4qfKajlqovOx0XQmUjTdh_g/s900/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20044%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="600" height="667" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmargvCDaObh59pRViIgDfRZyTimJxrMcDL9z3jMInA4URNl5pgu0IAiESfKMTHtccZ4VRpmpUiewo1QQyMbV93Sy5-YP_8rrV1DhYyg7KEEWhKUODiv-axW1FDpw0YplZ3dqR7tqUvnHE6VvWgp7Uduh6oJKG9xF21rd4qfKajlqovOx0XQmUjTdh_g/w444-h667/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20044%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" width="444" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The host of this Vermillion Creek event (and head of the Queen's Rangers), Scott Mann, had a professional photographer friend of his on hand, Jim LeMay, to capture images, and he captured mine in this shot as well. I love the deep colors.<br />He also took the photos of Carol-Anne's </span><span style="font-size: medium;">"Prickly Thistle Apothecary"~</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlPJlEbGWkrTnnsnfAVWlYE16_FlCPn3q0bfpG5iiRIK-zIuo3vNuebVQ69nSjOIpTcpGr_B33aOvY8czdHckfToIbwEqp1Ed9Po3eQOGSUOkFEsJlFmkEUVyjbNBVazOE9oXSXLZRgbC8gdVCQD5dnOAhZdUplrBXlAM6oACXtucKOhQc6KK79asqRw/s1024/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20042%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlPJlEbGWkrTnnsnfAVWlYE16_FlCPn3q0bfpG5iiRIK-zIuo3vNuebVQ69nSjOIpTcpGr_B33aOvY8czdHckfToIbwEqp1Ed9Po3eQOGSUOkFEsJlFmkEUVyjbNBVazOE9oXSXLZRgbC8gdVCQD5dnOAhZdUplrBXlAM6oACXtucKOhQc6KK79asqRw/w400-h300/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20042%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">We pretty much take a selfie at every event now.<br />It's a Larissa tradition and we're just carrying on.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">On the way home we have made it a tradition to stop at a restaurant for a bite to eat all dressed in our period clothing. The reactions from both workers and patrons always makes it worth our while.</div><div style="text-align: left;">But this time, on our way, I remembered seeing an old church and cemetery (Graham Cemetery) as we drove to the reenactment and noted that I wanted to stop for a few photographs on the way back, should we pass by it again.</div><div style="text-align: left;">We did.</div><div style="text-align: left;">And, we did!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUDi6o0U9RKhJ35xWEhS-RemEU5iMyBZ6bW693OitQ_F8KPcCs2gpOsI_kx9h5VJpSSYA8LQztuo8P3-dkPnXDjreMFCIGpstbvvPjNTrwjEM5x5Wpq-CSf3YmfmBC1DHfFu320ssTQIsYwp0d0Y3zL3Y9qEV267fhanIv3LP2srdJDpm6dBdeWFkulA/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20045%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="454" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUDi6o0U9RKhJ35xWEhS-RemEU5iMyBZ6bW693OitQ_F8KPcCs2gpOsI_kx9h5VJpSSYA8LQztuo8P3-dkPnXDjreMFCIGpstbvvPjNTrwjEM5x5Wpq-CSf3YmfmBC1DHfFu320ssTQIsYwp0d0Y3zL3Y9qEV267fhanIv3LP2srdJDpm6dBdeWFkulA/w682-h454/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20045%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" width="682" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">With the early October sun low in the sky, it shone bright in my eyes.<br />I think a dank, dark day would have made this perfect!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;">Graham Cemetery is in Woodhull Township, Shiawassee County, Michigan.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Nope - no relation, as far as I can tell, to Abraham Woodhull, who was one of George Washington's spies during the Revolutionary War (Culper Spy Ring). These Woodhull's settled here in 1836. I mean, they <i>could</i> be descendants or distant relatives of Abraham...still, kind of cool to have the Woodhull name there - - - </div><div style="text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZPmVLpEG6IwoPm0zYfOGxzdSxyWCujM04Q9UNxRCOl0geM9LiXNiM2_-AGF8AFNnE1O5tx2DKFVcSsq5nKK5A10LvX7dmsJoIRbvbpU8QIBbklc_5Impz3yaZAlDW7gcx-2xYLtBfkCrvLVb3nkmlOdcqr4_1x6kUfPBdX_u_8H_H1Dyt1jw40e4Qqw/s1200/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20023%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="456" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZPmVLpEG6IwoPm0zYfOGxzdSxyWCujM04Q9UNxRCOl0geM9LiXNiM2_-AGF8AFNnE1O5tx2DKFVcSsq5nKK5A10LvX7dmsJoIRbvbpU8QIBbklc_5Impz3yaZAlDW7gcx-2xYLtBfkCrvLVb3nkmlOdcqr4_1x6kUfPBdX_u_8H_H1Dyt1jw40e4Qqw/w686-h456/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20023%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" width="686" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I did not see any stones with the Woodhull name...</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">From there we found our way to Johnny Vs BBQ in Perry, Michigan.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7irCkomw7sdzmCxK5AnwXTSyGLVkP6GSxs6dcs_xPTV0TV6-mnvHdBtDJG2I1jJouEydALQlNTjuikdJMSjs43OX5Je6S0141Ygu7NOqigMOHaI7cFnqbhPoxu-J7sxMM95dH6YAPXhHdZeRWSdyzoUBe9mpgitGmqdZZWNc_fQJctBF7KySegLQy3A/s832/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20024%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="832" data-original-width="624" height="687" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7irCkomw7sdzmCxK5AnwXTSyGLVkP6GSxs6dcs_xPTV0TV6-mnvHdBtDJG2I1jJouEydALQlNTjuikdJMSjs43OX5Je6S0141Ygu7NOqigMOHaI7cFnqbhPoxu-J7sxMM95dH6YAPXhHdZeRWSdyzoUBe9mpgitGmqdZZWNc_fQJctBF7KySegLQy3A/w515-h687/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20024%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" width="515" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Last year on the way home we ate at a restaurant called Johnny V's<br />and we agreed the food was amazing!<br />Well, we came back again this year. And it was just as amazing!</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div>Meanwhile, at the reenactment, many of those who spent the weekend enjoyed a potluck:</div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd7zKVLAuHS9BT12stTSujA4cR5Bj23dVgTDULTZal-hpMgoYeZbSY5FX0cYQmAchWCTTL5XMjsSWkQtPu0RoMmmVGbCajAaUSu9FSivT-SYPwHRDG6Omzkx5iHZZIOCHFOfNzn8Le8crGaXyuxppW_dUikQq1rdtCk17AWd0lKh9xH9WxyPXsWxepPQ/s806/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20049%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="605" data-original-width="806" height="494" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd7zKVLAuHS9BT12stTSujA4cR5Bj23dVgTDULTZal-hpMgoYeZbSY5FX0cYQmAchWCTTL5XMjsSWkQtPu0RoMmmVGbCajAaUSu9FSivT-SYPwHRDG6Omzkx5iHZZIOCHFOfNzn8Le8crGaXyuxppW_dUikQq1rdtCk17AWd0lKh9xH9WxyPXsWxepPQ/w659-h494/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20049%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" width="659" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Everyone contributed and it included venison stew, beef stew, turkey, <br />bread, cake, cookies, pies, rice pudding, apple/berry crisp, cole slaw...<br /></span></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrtRzdxz2CfMeRfVludhLXZ_HYEuUhpsoriq6CaqUSKsdTjIqQJOeTZnG1r-Lmy86uqt66wMiV2yPaKaaF5Fhm68u56DISqxVNigv08QVlkElkkUfLTZ2LlDqduytPYiRDRRgBkKP5rkFCRSelkqm3z1K-et6jcodbZVuUGc4otPgvzsRTR8EcS968wA/s1210/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20050%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="907" data-original-width="1210" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrtRzdxz2CfMeRfVludhLXZ_HYEuUhpsoriq6CaqUSKsdTjIqQJOeTZnG1r-Lmy86uqt66wMiV2yPaKaaF5Fhm68u56DISqxVNigv08QVlkElkkUfLTZ2LlDqduytPYiRDRRgBkKP5rkFCRSelkqm3z1K-et6jcodbZVuUGc4otPgvzsRTR8EcS968wA/w640-h480/q%202023%20-%2010-05%20050%20Vermillion%20Creek.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Also ale brewed during the Frankenmuth event earlier this summer by Larry Kulo.<br /></span></span></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table><div>Well, it seems the reenacting world is definitely alive and well and, dare I say, growing stronger and healthier. Between Revolutionary War, Civil War, and WWII, this hobby, though slowing down for a bit a few years back due to Covid and other reasons, is continuously growing stronger, and therefore, our living history/reenacting world and hobby continues onward and upward.</div><div>And that's a good...no...<i>great</i> thing. Research is becoming more prominent, and information is becoming more available. This adds to the historical accuracy we all strive for. </div></div><div>Vermillion Creek was a fine event indeed. And from what I understand, the dates for next year are already set in stone: October 5th & 6th.<br /></div><div>God willing, I will be there.</div><div><br /></div><div>Until next time, see you in time.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;">Here is a history of this event, which actually began at a different location.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Just click on a year:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2016/10/muster-at-mill-brand-new-revolutionary.html">2016</a> - The first year for the Queen's Rangers and Scott Mann hosting such an event. It was at a cider mill called Uncle John's Mill.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2017/10/the-revolutionary-war-muster-at-mill.html">2017</a> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2018/10/revolutionary-war-reenacting-muster-at.html">2018</a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2019/10/the-revolutionary-war-at-vermillion.html">2019</a> - This was the 1st year that this event was held at Vermillion Creek<b>/</b>Peacock Farm, which is also a cider mill. Perfect for fall!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2020/10/the-revolutionary-war-comes-to.html">2020</a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2021/10/historic-fall-reenacting-activities-ken.html">2021</a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://passionforthepast.blogspot.com/2022/10/the-era-of-revolutionary-war-comes-to.html">2022</a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Many thank you's must go to the photographers who were there for allowing me to use a few of their pictures alongside my own:<br />Charlotte Bauer</div><div style="text-align: left;">Jim LeMay</div><div style="text-align: left;">Norman Gerring</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="color: red;">...............................................</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">\\\///</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: medium;">~~~~~~~~~~~</span></b></div></div></div>Historical Kenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04979801752112100293noreply@blogger.com0