after hours authenticity
Didn't take it personally at all.
I was just saying that my unit tries to avoid degenerating to that level.
At most of the events that I go to it's very hard to hang on to the
ambiance that you are talking about with cars whizzing past and people
yelling out their windows. At those events I find it isn't worth the
effort. I have, however been to a few events where we have been far from
any outside influences and these are usually the events where we put a
serious effort towards maintaining that historical feel. One of partuicular
note for me was the Penetanguishene row down the Nottawasoga a few years
back. We were out of the way, far from any city sitting in the middle of an
over grown field with a river running past that was full of period boats.
We sat around a fire on the ground with our packs and blankets and shared
Screech out of a period bottle. A most excellent time if ever there was one.
Chosen Man - Royal Newfoundland Reg't, Lt. Coy
Private - Glengarry Light Infantry
- In a message dated 04/8/1999 4:18:57 PM, musketballs@... writes:
>i have no problems with quiet non-period conversationsI agree completely. In fact in our Unit it is written policy that after hours
>around campfires. hell, that just adds to the
>ambience. and i could care less what you've got in
>your mug, just please don't leave the cans & bottles
>laying out in plain sight.
the "no modern items in sight" rule still goes (which includes cans, bottles,
bags, cartons, cigarettes or whatever). If someone has to have a Diet Coke,
OK, but it goes into a period vessel and the can disappears. Cigarette? --
Off he goes out of the camp to enjoy. There is nothing hard about it, it's
simple to do, and as long as everyone already knows it is what is, then it
is. If you follow....
THE Thin Red Line
P.S. We were at an event this year where the organizers had sent out a
"Guidelines" sheet for authenticity. Included was an item on cigarette
smoking as we have above -- out of camp, out of sight. But this particular
Guideline included with cigarettes "cigars" in the "not accurate" category.
So naturally at every opportunity I made sure I had a smoldering cheroot
clinched in teeth or fist. Why, you ask? In hopes that whatever addled
brained nincompoop had come up with that one would say something to me about
it and I could launch into all the footnoted, documented instances of British
officers (at least) having and smoking cigars during the period, and in all
sorts of circumstances and conditions. That and the history of cigars, going
back to Columbus...
Of course, as with most such anticipated events, I was never allowed to have
me jollies fulfilled...