Well, I barely survived. But now that I have fully recovered I can tell you that it was a great experience. One that our family will never forget. So I'm going to write it all here, so we never forget. Even though I may want too. Kidding, again. Kinda. From me, it was a tough weekend. If you haven't meant our 2 year old, Nathan...then you probably don't understand. If you have then you know my total and utter exhaustion. Well because, you see, there were no strollers during the civil war era. It was tough for Sam because he knew it was tough for me and he was off at war fighting in battles.
We weren't sure what to pack. We seriously had never even been to a reenactment before. Ok, stop laughing. Or crying. We are crazy. We know this. We knew that we would be sleeping in a small canvas tent. Yes, like the ones here...
The 6am wake up call began. With the drum and fife. I wanted to stick my head out of the tent and tell, "We have kids! And one was up way to late and I am tired!!!" But, we are at war people! There were drills to do, gun powder to roll, etc. And really, it made the experience quite authentic. I can say this now. Not then, not even the first week after. I almost wouldn't mind my alarm clock to be the drum and fife. Unfortunately, today it is a 2 year old boy who usually doesn't wait till 6am.
|Nathan walking by the mess tent.|
After breakfast, we were still walking around a bit aimlessly. Sam and the boys are fully dressed, ready to go off for drill. Myself and the littles are still in our 'modern' day clothing, feeling like the odd men out. Let me tell you, reenacting is serious stuff. A serious hobby. I am so thankful that our unit was so gracious to us newbies. Can you believe they asked us if we were coming back? We didn't scare them off from us permanently. Anyway, back to the guys getting ready for drill. We have no guns at our house. We aren't hunters. Sam and I have never been. Other than firing a bb gun we are fairly certain Sam had never fired a gun before. Before they left for drill our friend gave Sam a crash course in the orders that Sam would hear and what they meant, how to hold is gun in formation. All that good stuff.
|Sam getting ready to go to drill in the morning.|
While Sam was gone, we got dressed. We needed to be ready by 9am for when the museum opened and the public would come in. I was nervous. I didn't want them to ask me questions! Thankfully the cute kids dressed in civil war era clothing didn't bring many questions, I'm guessing the people were awe struck at the adorable kids. I chased Nathan and watched him climb anything and everything.
There were so many fences to climb.
The guys came back from drill and reassembled to line up for the first battle. We weren't supposed to wear watches so I am not sure how we knew what time it was but they lined up roughly an hour before the battles. This time the boy were able to go and participate. Isaiah was a runner to carry messages between the units and Turner was an ice angel that helped with the medical team to attend to wounded soldiers on the field.
Once the men came back from the battle, lunch was fruit! Lots of watermelon. My kiddos were so happy with that! I can't remember for certain, but I think Sam had to clean his gun after every battle. It was no easy task! He had roughly an hour before he needed to line up for the second battle of the day. The second battle would take place in the village. He was still learning the ropes of how this all works! He was amazed at the number of people that were there. Both reenactors and watching the battles. In the meantime... I begged and pleaded with Nathan to take a nap. He was up really late the night before and then he was up really early with the wake up call. There was too much to do, too much to see.
|"I promise Mom, I am not tired."|
It started raining during the second battle. Well, not full out rain. But the rain that barely falls and just lingers in the air leaving everything damp. I tried to not feel discouraged but trying to keep everyone dry so we can wear our clothing another day and in a very small tent.... insanity. Sam was really so helpful during dinner time. Ever heard the term unglued? I was feeling quite unglued at this point. There were only flaps on our tent, no zippers so kiddos would be playing on the air mattress and suddenly a sleeping bag would be pushed out and getting wet. I tried so hard not to lose it, because I really do want my kids to remember the awesomeness that this weekend was. So maybe I should delete this section of the post??? Anyway... Sam needed to clean his gun. I laid on the air mattress that at this point became a bounce thingamajig. I just closed my eyes and prayed. Prayed for the rain to stop, the head ache to disappear and just peace to rest in the tent. Here I am in this makeshift bounce house, sleeping bags flying out of the tent, kids flying every which way... me saying "this isn't our test! stay away from the walls! don't break it!" And then I start this conversation in my mind. Yes, I know. I am crazy. While it is not officially confirmed... if you know me...you would agree! So I start thinking how I just need to get to the van. I need to turn it on and have power. I need to plug in my phone, call my Mumma kinda power. The rain has picked up, it is to a dull roar now. And I am no longer able to contain the children to this small space. Sam is off cleaning his gun. And I suddenly just start throwing what I can in my rather large Thirty-One purse. My destination? The van. Then a hotel. Somewhere other than the tent, which was one rather stuffy with all the bounce house shenanigans going on. It is ok to laugh. I am too. Now. Now that I can reflect. In the moment I may have been crying. But now, laughing. So I start walking to the van with 4 kids in tow, I am not sure where Sam is. But as this point, all I can think about is my rusty old mini-van. Comfort. Familiarity. My van. By the grace of God, Sam intercepts me on my 1/2 mile hike to I wasn't sure where. I didn't park the van, Sam did. I had no idea where it was. He said the glorious words, "Stop! I am going to get the van, we are going to stay here." I didn't care where. Even if it was to an awesome home of people we had just met. So the kids and I hid out in this house on the museum grounds while we waited for my rusty van to pull up. I have no pictures, but you will never know if I was crying because of the rain or else. I can't even tell you how well I slept that night. And the house we stayed? I felt like I knew her for years. We talked so effortlessly. And when my kids were at their breaking point, and she saw them not at their finest.... it was ok. We waited through the rain the next morning. Sam and the other guys headed back to camp while we remained at the house. Once it was just after lunch time and my T-man just couldn't wait another minute to get back to the craziness... we headed back for the last battle of the weekend. Nathan absolutely protested about even entering the tent once we arrived back at camp. There was NO way he was getting dressed. By the time I had even made it back to the tent, Turner had already changed and was on his way to the battle. The other three and I went and watched, in our 'normal' clothing. Nathan wanted to run, as usual. And the noises were intense. At the end of the battle we stood around the band and listened to them play. Then headed back to camp to begin the packing up. Thankfully we packed light so packing wasn't too difficult. Someone in our unit asked if we would be doing this again while we were taking down tents. At the time I said, "NO WAY! I am going to go home and drink some wine to distress from this!" In my defense, we brought 4 kids. One of which is on the wild side. I woke up Monday morning thinking I would go from a run to not being able to move from holding/wresting him all weekend!!
Ok. So now we are a few weekends out. I've had time to fully recuperate. I think.
It was a wonderful experience. We met awesome people. We learned things we would've never learned had we not been thrown into that environment. I now have a board on pinterest labeled "civil war" for sewing our own things. I find myself looking in consignment shops looking for material or whatever I can use IF, a big "IF" we were to do this again. I may even have some material stored up. But don't tell. Because then I'd have to admit I liked the experience and I still feel a little crazy from it all. It was a great experience! I totally forgot to write about how my boys had a very hard time being with the Confederates when we live in the north. Maybe for another day! And I think living during the Civil War for a weekend counts as history for a semester!
I'm attaching a few pictures of Sam in battles that a totally awesome lovely woman in our unit took! I never really made it to the battles to watch, so I am so grateful for these pictures! And I am so thankful for Sam, so really had to learn so much. What a fun experience!!
|Nathan playing the drums!!|
There are not enough words I can write about the unit we were with. They took care of us so well, we were safely tucked under their wings for this whole experience! It was awesome. Amazing. We are so grateful!!!