Reenactors don't die...nor fade away they just keep loading rounds to ambush their friends when they cross the river to the other side to join them.
Not sure if that was appropriate or not but it was meant to put a smile on your face UB. I hope it was taken that way Pard!
Ron and I are on the right of the picture, I his loyal first sergeant, and he my Captain.
But can you spot the girl in the picture?
I just got back from vacation and just now saw your post. I'm so sorry to hear of the loss of your friend. It's always hard to lose someone but I do hope he led a good life and you can remember him well. That's about all we can hope for I think.
My sympathies and my best to you.
Now that I had a closer look: is she the one standing next to your friend Rob, the one with that dark slouch hat?
If so, she is disguised very well!
Thank you for your kind words above and be assured, Ron led a good life and I will always remember him well.
I remember when Ron and I, along with the whole gang of the 17th Mississippi, went to the 135th Gettysburg reenactment. It was the absolute highlight of our reenacting lives. 25,000+ reenactors from all over the world and the US came to this one.
What was funny was that my wife also came along as the regimental cook in her period dress AND all of her tentage, cooking gear, and her great food she was to prepare for the whole company. When we registered on Friday, we began looking for a good place for the 'Widow Bloomfield' to set up her 3-tent encampment (a small wall tent she kept her supplies and foodstuffs in, a large wall tent where she kept her rope bed, dresser, washstand and 'private' things, and a large A-frame she kept a 'necessary' in, with all three tents connected by a large, canvas awning).
We went past sutler's row along a fence line that separated the battlefield from thieves row, and found an empty space that was perfect. We set up the widow's encampment when an event organizer came by and asked us who we were since the space we were setting up in was for specialty impressions only! For example, Robert E. Lee has his tent and headquarter set up to the right of us, while the visiting English Colonel Freemantle was to the left of us! Not wanting to give up such a prime campsite, we quickly gave the story that this was Confederate General Barksdale's headquarters. The event organizer bought our quickly made specialty impression story and we worked with a vengence to make it so. One of our fellow reenactors, Harry Keenan, procured a piece of old board, heated a wrought iron tent peg, and proceeded to burn "Gen. Barksdale" into the wood, found some rough twine, and hung the sign on the large wall tent and then posted himself as a guard so the "general would not be disturbed."
After the first day of the reenactment, the widow and her companion ladyfriend, Ron's wife Ruth, told everyone that the General had been gone for a long time and they feared he had been lost or captured in the battle of the Peach Orchard. (Whew! No worries on being asked to leave after that!)
But the funny thing happened at the end of the first day's battle reenactment. All of the 17th Mississippi had been ordered to make camp with the Army of Northern Virginia, a far piece away from the 'widow's' good cooking. Well, the men did as they were told and set up their blanket and dog tents in the Confederate camp, Captain Ron right there with them. As they bedded down for the night, all of the company snuck out of camp and proceeded to sleep in and around the 'widow's' encampment, to ensure they would be fed for breakfast. Ron woke up the next day in a deserted company street with the Battlaion Commander and Sergeant Major asking him where his company was. Baffled, Ron proceeded to the widow's tent to ask for breakfast (after much ribbing and chastising by his superior officers) only to find his entire company (to include his trusted first sergeant) enjoying a very fine breakfast of eggs, bacon, bread, jam, and butter!
Now for the rest of the reenactment, anytime the 17th Mississippi would come marching off the battlefield with the Army of Northern Virginia, the battalion would march through the fence and turn left to go back to military camp, but the 17th would peel off to the right and desert to the widow's camp for fine eatting! And by this time, Captain Ron was sending a runner with his reports on number of soldiers present, etc., and peeling off with the rest of us.
We had a good laugh over this and it is one of the more memorable times we shared.