…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)