I found a picture of my great, great grandmother. She even looks like me.
Okay, not really. That IS me. Billie Creek Village wrapped up another annual Civil War Days event over the weekend. The old farmhouse was invaded by Confederate soldiers. I didn’t have a shotgun handy so I defended myself with a knitting needle. It seems they only wanted shelter from the rain though so I didn’t need to use it.
At one point I had to flee to the village to try to find a Union soldier to help save my son from being recruited by rebel soldiers. Unfortunately they were all off preparing for battle and were unable to help me.
It wasn’t until later when the Sgt Major’s wife informed me that most of the reenactors have two sets of uniforms and fight on whichever side needs warm bodies that I let my guard down. He didn’t officially sign up, but he’s already making hard tack and beef jerky. Something tells me this won’t be the last time I talk about reenacting.
My boy is heading off to war. *sniff* Thank goodness they aren’t real musket balls.