- View SourceIn light of the nifty stories being shared regarding why we all do
this thang, I wondered if any of you might be willing to share any moments
you might have experienced when for just that fraction of time you were
back in history?
I have two, one in 1812, one in medieval, I'd like to launch off with:
Last year at Stoney Creek Gary and I, after an exhausting Education
Day (such rude children!) treated ourselves to an evening stroll about the
camp. At length we found ourselves on the hill by the house, overlooking
where the British camp was setting up. As some of you may recall there's a
venerable willow by the house. And something about the light and the
woodsmoke caused one of those rare moments. For just a breath of time all
the traffic disappeared. The willow was still venerable. And there, below
us, some sargeant yelled out orders to his men and red coats went
scrambling. It wasn't a lot. But we turned and looked up to that incredible
willow and realized it was likely a grand tree when the battle took place.
If it could speak, what would it say? It made us feel very small and
The other moment was at a large medieval thang in Pennsylvania.
Gary portrays a 14th century archer. This one morning he was going off to
practice, dressed all in hose and jupon, with the longbow he'd made slung
over his shoulder and his linen quiver of entirely hand-wrought arrows at
the small of his back. The way the early sun shafted through trees seemed
for a moment to transport me. There was my husband striding off to battle
along the dirt path. I could believe that. And it was a marvel.
All insignficant things, but all moments that compell us to
continue to re-create history.
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