…the one with all the history.  ;o)

Yesterday, my good friend Carole outed me as a former Civil War reenactor.  For this week’s Eye Candy Friday post, I thought I’d share the proof that I was sucked in at a very young age:

Baptism c1972

That’s my Mom and Dad – the bundle that my Dad is holding is me.  This photo was taken on August 19, 1972, the day of my baptism.  My mom was 19 and my dad 21 (almost 22) at the time of this photo – the lady standing to the left of my Mom is my Aunt Carol and the lady next to her is a family friend, Rhoda.  I love the juxtaposition of modern/historic in this picture.  If Aunt Carol weren’t standing there you would never know this was taken in 1972 (other than the whole ‘color photography not invented at the time’ thing).  ;o)  One other thing, while cleaning up the photo I noticed what I thought was a speck of dust on Dad’s mouth until I remembered – Dad had a gold tooth when I was little.  That’s right, my Dad had bling before bling was cool.  ;o) (he doesn’t have it anymore, it kind of doesn’t fit in with his mortician ‘image’ – though in the photo it looks like he’s practicing for his future career, doesn’t it?)

To celebrate my baptism/birth, my Dad had all his reenactor buddies come up to the farm to pretend to shoot at each other – I think someone brought a cannon, too.  There was, from what I’m told, much running amok that weekend.   It was covered by the local newspaper and there’s a clipping in a box in the attic somewhere with a picture of my Dad and my Uncle Rick (no relation, just a good friend) dressed up, standing in the cornfield and smiling at the camera.  Good times.  (at least, that’s what I was told, I don’t remember a thing…)

I remember several parades where I was forced to wear bloomers (HATED. THEM.) because I wasn’t old enough to wear a skirt yet.  I was so excited and happy to go to Gettysburg with my Dad because my Mom let me borrow her clothes for the week which meant I got to wear the hoops.  I spent four days sweating to death for the 125th anniversary of the battle but it’s one of my best memories, ever. Once you’ve seen 60,000 men encamped, you don’t forget it easily.

Carole, thanks for the reminder of the fun I’ve had reenacting.  I miss it – got a set of hoops I can borrow?  ;o)

ETA: A heads-up for those who have shown interest in a Circular Sock Machine of their own, my friend Karen is selling hers.  ;o)

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27 thoughts on “ECF…

  1. Marina says:

    Pretty darn amazing! I would think I was seeing a ghost if I had encountered your father then.

  2. What a cool & wonderful photo. Your parents look like they are straight out of the 1800s. Aunt Rhoda (aka Aunt Ron?)up in the corner cracks me up. I thought, hey, how did the caucasian Ru Paul end up at a Civil War reenactment?
    As a kid I so wanted to wear hoop skirts. The closest I got was a calico Little House on the Prairie dress my mom sewed.

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  3. marianne says:

    How cool is that?!? Love the photo, and yes… Auntie Carol’s attire but also that lawn chair? hee.
    So… my oldest son was born in Jan.’72 which means I can say “I’m old enough to be your mother”… crazy fun.
    Here’s to a great weekend!

  4. You sister looks so much like your mother, and you do too, but I think you have a bit more of your dad in there. I love the photo, and that you had this kind of introduction into life. You and Amy will have a lot to talk about at WOOL, she’s just getting into Civil War reenacting and is all fired up.

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  5. My dad used to belong to a Civil War reenacting group, he’s got the uniform, equipment, guns…no cannon, though. Before he retired, he taught fifth grade and every spring, he took his class to Gettysburg and they would reenact Pickett’s Charge. He still goes back to school to help out with that lesson and now he goes to Gettysburg as a chaperone. :)

    And boy, you look just a wee little bit like your mom. ;)

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  6. At the time we belonged to Sherman’s Bummers & 1st Virginia reenactment groups. The first Authentics. We wore origional uniforms and equipment or copies that we had made. This is when everyone else wore blue jeans and Sears work shirts. We where the coiners of the word FARB or Farbie which is universally used today by reenactors and means non-authentic. They hated us. Maybe it was the full bore bayonet charges or maybe it was the police escort out of town Sunday afternoon? Yes Jess, there was a canon at your christening. And we almost blew away a police cruiser when someone complained about the noise of the canon shot taking out trees.

  7. With a little cropping and some sepia tones this could almost pass for an authentic picture. I don’t think your mom could have posed with her hand aloft long enough for photography back then. What a wonderful picture and history to share with us. Do you have any bloomer pictures?

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  8. I was thinking gee, you do look young and then I read that you are the white blob on your Dad’s lap! LOL (You do look like your mum. Sorry.)
    We don’t have Civil War Reenactment, obviously, but we do have SCA and gosh I looked lovely in a maunch-sleeved frock! Plus we danced and we sang madrigals and ate (and avoided the politicking).
    Sounds like you used to have fun :-)

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