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- Feb 23, 2013
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Remembering Glen Smith
Above, a toast for the band at the North Texas Reenactment Society's Christmas Cotillion 1979, Thistle Hill Mansion, Fort Worth, Texas
Once again I take the opportunity to use Throwback Thursday to observe the passing of another of my reenacting Pards, Glenual R. (for that was his actual if somewhat old-fashioned name) Smith, onetime chairman of our Society and Captain of both Douglas' Texas Battery and The Union Rifles. Please excuse me if I deviate from my usual brief Throwback thread to elaborate on the career of one of my earliest, best reenacting friends who did a lot to both further reenacting in our area and enhance my own career therein. This past weekend Glen at the age of 81 lost his battle with prostate cancer, and although I had had no contact with him for probably at least three decades, when I received the unwelcome news from our mutual friend Ed Owens, a flood of memories came rushing back as I selected these photos. Those who have been following my threads concerning my early days reenacting will hopefully recall Glen since he was such an important character in so many of them.
I met Glen in 1976 when I first joined what was then Good's Texas Battery, a totally farb unit I have described here many times before, seen above that same year at Jefferson Barracks, Missouri; among the other members Glen is at right leaning on his original artillery saber while I'm dead center cradling mine and Jim Marrs, subject of another recent memorial tribute stands at far left: https://civilwartalk.com/threads/remembering-jim-marrs.137374/ Also pictured are Glen's young son Colin kneeling center below my gloved hand; Glen Hargis, subject of my last memorial Throwback thread, standing third from left; and Ed Owens standing fifth from left. It's fitting that Glen and Jim stand on opposite ends in this photo because that's the relationship they came to occupy within our unit.
Our unit had been founded at the time of the Bicentennial of the American Revolution when reenacting was in its formative years and authenticity a remote and unapproachable ideal not to be taken seriously if thought of at all. The original captain and lieutenant seldom attended events unless they were within the D-FW Metroplex and by my second year had basically dropped out altogether, leaving a vaccum at the top which was fairly soon filled by Glen and Jim, seen above and below at Billie Creek Village, Indiana. Their approaches to reenacting could scarcely have been more different: where Glen was inevitably serious, due likely to his training and service as a U.S. Navy carrier pilot who had seen service in the early days of Vietnam and was then employed as a second officer (co-pilot) for American Airlines, Jim was always happy-go-lucky, taking a lassiez-faire attitude to almost everything, as might be expected from this notorious proponent of alien life and conspiracy theories. In our circle Jim was also noted for what he called the ten foot rule - if anything looked good from ten feet away, then it was okay! Probably needless to say this wasn't the same idea Glen or many others including myself had, leading to a tension in our unit that is belied by the photo of the two of them below; their respective body language says much, though - Jim is looking dreamily into a distant unknown future, while Glen is resting rooted solidly in the present:
Fortunately, one aspect of reenacting both men agreed on was the very real need to improve our overall impression and get away from the so-called dog-and-pony shows that made up most of our local Texas events, traveling farther afield where we could associate with a "better" class of reenactors. This led us to large-scale and by-invitation-only events at Jefferson Barracks and Wilson's Creek, Missouri; Scott, Pea Ridge and Prairie Grove, Arkansas; and Billie Creek Village, Indiana. Probably our finest event under Glen's leadership was the by-invitation-only "tactical" - no spectators allowed! - held at Nancy, Kentucky, in 1978 where we were the only Confederate artillery, alongside other early "authentic" units, the Confederate Guard, Breckenridge's Brigade, and Cleburne's Command, opposed to Thomas's Mudsills and Knap's Battery. Above, Glen stands proudly between our full-scale mountain howitzers, one of them his own. For more about this event: https://civilwartalk.com/threads/tactical-at-nancy-mill-springs-kentucky-summer-1978.134466/
One of the early disputes involved which side our unit was to portray - although made up generally of gin-u-wine Texas Good Ol' Boys, as artillery the Battery was inevitably called upon to provide guns for the "other" or perhaps both sides. After at first another farb Yankee impression, most of us eventually acquired proper Federal gear like above and even began to attend events and camp as - GASP! - Federals. (Note that even dyed-in-the-wool Rebel Jim has gotten into the spirit of things behind Glen in the rear rank.) However, like most of us despite his becoming an officer and a Gentleman through his association with the U. S. Navy, as seen below Glen could sometimes unbend enough to indulge in an uncharacteristic sillier side!
In fact, Glen pretty well fit the description of what one of Napoleon's aides-de-camp was expected to be capable of performing, from leading troops in the field to cleaning and cooking a chicken for the Emperor's dinner! Above at Prairie Grove, Arkansas although our commanding officer, Texas country boy Glen was the only one among us to know how to perform the onerous duty of turning our live rations provided by the event into a meal, here plucking the bird held by Glen Hargis after wringing its neck, while Mike Hubbard "supervises" and I take the photo.
Despite his training as a pilot, Glen was probably really a mechanic at heart; one of his most prized possessions of which he was most proud was the full-scale mountain howitzer he built himself in his garage! Of course, he'd ordered the tube (barrel) from South Bend Replicas, but in an ever-increasing quest for authenticity, he sent it back and had the bore bored out to the correct size for a twelve-pounder, evident in the photo above at right taken at another living history encampment at Corinth, Mississippi. As for the carriage, he hewed out the very large trail from a single piece of wood and searched high and low for appropriate wheels. An ultimate falling-out I had with Glen occurred when he finally grew tired of towing and caring for this beautiful gun and limber, donating it to the State of Arkansas following an event held at Prairie Grove State Park, where it remains to this day and @Rusk County Avengers posted a photograph of it last year:
Even before Glen donated his gun, our unit had begun to attend more and more events as Federal, often infantry as above at another living history event at Grand Gulf State Park, Mississippi. In addition to Glen singing in the foreground our campfire group includes from the left Bruce Winders, David Cejka, Glen Hargis, Mike Hubbard, Glen's son Colin, and myself. Eventually abandoning both the artillery and the Confederacy altogether, Glen was for a time the captain of a Trans-Mississippi infantry unit known as the Union Rifles, seen below along with Corporal Glen Hargis. Unfortunately, Glen could be possessed by a self-righteous, prickly side that for some reason chafed under close cooperation with other unit leaders; his association in the Rifles as a part of George Derenberger's Thomas's Mudsills proved to be as short-lived as had an earlier collaboration with Danny Sessums of the Confederate Guard. Now that he was no longer the owner of a gun in an artillery unit, the particular authority that accompanied that unique position no longer existed for him and his leadership role became more and more circumscribed.
The last time I was closely associated with him was during the first stages of the 1987 IMAX production The Alamo - The Price Of Freedom, filmed on John Wayne's old Alamo set at Brackettville, Texas, where we spent the first two weeks as seen below, Mexicans storming the fortress. Due to his experience commanding the Union Rifles, Glen was appointed to lead one of the companies of Mexican infantry and by happy chance I wound up as his sergeant! We had worked previously for Assistant Producer Ray Herbeck on the TV production North & South II and had made a favorable impression I was soon able to parlay into not only this but eventually my job on Glory. Unfortunately, as you may have surmised by now, Glen was something of what's called a control freak and soon fell out with the production company over what he (probably correctly) thought were unsafe conditions, at first refusing to participate in a scene, then quitting the production altogether, fortuitously leaving me with the company where I got most of my experience as a company commander which I put to good use later at the 125th Gettysburg in 1988 and the following year in Glory.
This was my last close association with Glen - I only saw him a time or two afterwards at local gun shows - and he fairly soon abandoned reenacting altogether for another of his loves, flying his own private plane. On the back of the scanned photo above I'd written "Just like in the Good Ol' Days"; I treasure the times we spent together, especially travelling to and from long-distance events and reenacting - May he RIP!
Above, a toast for the band at the North Texas Reenactment Society's Christmas Cotillion 1979, Thistle Hill Mansion, Fort Worth, Texas
Once again I take the opportunity to use Throwback Thursday to observe the passing of another of my reenacting Pards, Glenual R. (for that was his actual if somewhat old-fashioned name) Smith, onetime chairman of our Society and Captain of both Douglas' Texas Battery and The Union Rifles. Please excuse me if I deviate from my usual brief Throwback thread to elaborate on the career of one of my earliest, best reenacting friends who did a lot to both further reenacting in our area and enhance my own career therein. This past weekend Glen at the age of 81 lost his battle with prostate cancer, and although I had had no contact with him for probably at least three decades, when I received the unwelcome news from our mutual friend Ed Owens, a flood of memories came rushing back as I selected these photos. Those who have been following my threads concerning my early days reenacting will hopefully recall Glen since he was such an important character in so many of them.
I met Glen in 1976 when I first joined what was then Good's Texas Battery, a totally farb unit I have described here many times before, seen above that same year at Jefferson Barracks, Missouri; among the other members Glen is at right leaning on his original artillery saber while I'm dead center cradling mine and Jim Marrs, subject of another recent memorial tribute stands at far left: https://civilwartalk.com/threads/remembering-jim-marrs.137374/ Also pictured are Glen's young son Colin kneeling center below my gloved hand; Glen Hargis, subject of my last memorial Throwback thread, standing third from left; and Ed Owens standing fifth from left. It's fitting that Glen and Jim stand on opposite ends in this photo because that's the relationship they came to occupy within our unit.
Our unit had been founded at the time of the Bicentennial of the American Revolution when reenacting was in its formative years and authenticity a remote and unapproachable ideal not to be taken seriously if thought of at all. The original captain and lieutenant seldom attended events unless they were within the D-FW Metroplex and by my second year had basically dropped out altogether, leaving a vaccum at the top which was fairly soon filled by Glen and Jim, seen above and below at Billie Creek Village, Indiana. Their approaches to reenacting could scarcely have been more different: where Glen was inevitably serious, due likely to his training and service as a U.S. Navy carrier pilot who had seen service in the early days of Vietnam and was then employed as a second officer (co-pilot) for American Airlines, Jim was always happy-go-lucky, taking a lassiez-faire attitude to almost everything, as might be expected from this notorious proponent of alien life and conspiracy theories. In our circle Jim was also noted for what he called the ten foot rule - if anything looked good from ten feet away, then it was okay! Probably needless to say this wasn't the same idea Glen or many others including myself had, leading to a tension in our unit that is belied by the photo of the two of them below; their respective body language says much, though - Jim is looking dreamily into a distant unknown future, while Glen is resting rooted solidly in the present:
Fortunately, one aspect of reenacting both men agreed on was the very real need to improve our overall impression and get away from the so-called dog-and-pony shows that made up most of our local Texas events, traveling farther afield where we could associate with a "better" class of reenactors. This led us to large-scale and by-invitation-only events at Jefferson Barracks and Wilson's Creek, Missouri; Scott, Pea Ridge and Prairie Grove, Arkansas; and Billie Creek Village, Indiana. Probably our finest event under Glen's leadership was the by-invitation-only "tactical" - no spectators allowed! - held at Nancy, Kentucky, in 1978 where we were the only Confederate artillery, alongside other early "authentic" units, the Confederate Guard, Breckenridge's Brigade, and Cleburne's Command, opposed to Thomas's Mudsills and Knap's Battery. Above, Glen stands proudly between our full-scale mountain howitzers, one of them his own. For more about this event: https://civilwartalk.com/threads/tactical-at-nancy-mill-springs-kentucky-summer-1978.134466/
One of the early disputes involved which side our unit was to portray - although made up generally of gin-u-wine Texas Good Ol' Boys, as artillery the Battery was inevitably called upon to provide guns for the "other" or perhaps both sides. After at first another farb Yankee impression, most of us eventually acquired proper Federal gear like above and even began to attend events and camp as - GASP! - Federals. (Note that even dyed-in-the-wool Rebel Jim has gotten into the spirit of things behind Glen in the rear rank.) However, like most of us despite his becoming an officer and a Gentleman through his association with the U. S. Navy, as seen below Glen could sometimes unbend enough to indulge in an uncharacteristic sillier side!
In fact, Glen pretty well fit the description of what one of Napoleon's aides-de-camp was expected to be capable of performing, from leading troops in the field to cleaning and cooking a chicken for the Emperor's dinner! Above at Prairie Grove, Arkansas although our commanding officer, Texas country boy Glen was the only one among us to know how to perform the onerous duty of turning our live rations provided by the event into a meal, here plucking the bird held by Glen Hargis after wringing its neck, while Mike Hubbard "supervises" and I take the photo.
Despite his training as a pilot, Glen was probably really a mechanic at heart; one of his most prized possessions of which he was most proud was the full-scale mountain howitzer he built himself in his garage! Of course, he'd ordered the tube (barrel) from South Bend Replicas, but in an ever-increasing quest for authenticity, he sent it back and had the bore bored out to the correct size for a twelve-pounder, evident in the photo above at right taken at another living history encampment at Corinth, Mississippi. As for the carriage, he hewed out the very large trail from a single piece of wood and searched high and low for appropriate wheels. An ultimate falling-out I had with Glen occurred when he finally grew tired of towing and caring for this beautiful gun and limber, donating it to the State of Arkansas following an event held at Prairie Grove State Park, where it remains to this day and @Rusk County Avengers posted a photograph of it last year:
Even before Glen donated his gun, our unit had begun to attend more and more events as Federal, often infantry as above at another living history event at Grand Gulf State Park, Mississippi. In addition to Glen singing in the foreground our campfire group includes from the left Bruce Winders, David Cejka, Glen Hargis, Mike Hubbard, Glen's son Colin, and myself. Eventually abandoning both the artillery and the Confederacy altogether, Glen was for a time the captain of a Trans-Mississippi infantry unit known as the Union Rifles, seen below along with Corporal Glen Hargis. Unfortunately, Glen could be possessed by a self-righteous, prickly side that for some reason chafed under close cooperation with other unit leaders; his association in the Rifles as a part of George Derenberger's Thomas's Mudsills proved to be as short-lived as had an earlier collaboration with Danny Sessums of the Confederate Guard. Now that he was no longer the owner of a gun in an artillery unit, the particular authority that accompanied that unique position no longer existed for him and his leadership role became more and more circumscribed.
The last time I was closely associated with him was during the first stages of the 1987 IMAX production The Alamo - The Price Of Freedom, filmed on John Wayne's old Alamo set at Brackettville, Texas, where we spent the first two weeks as seen below, Mexicans storming the fortress. Due to his experience commanding the Union Rifles, Glen was appointed to lead one of the companies of Mexican infantry and by happy chance I wound up as his sergeant! We had worked previously for Assistant Producer Ray Herbeck on the TV production North & South II and had made a favorable impression I was soon able to parlay into not only this but eventually my job on Glory. Unfortunately, as you may have surmised by now, Glen was something of what's called a control freak and soon fell out with the production company over what he (probably correctly) thought were unsafe conditions, at first refusing to participate in a scene, then quitting the production altogether, fortuitously leaving me with the company where I got most of my experience as a company commander which I put to good use later at the 125th Gettysburg in 1988 and the following year in Glory.
This was my last close association with Glen - I only saw him a time or two afterwards at local gun shows - and he fairly soon abandoned reenacting altogether for another of his loves, flying his own private plane. On the back of the scanned photo above I'd written "Just like in the Good Ol' Days"; I treasure the times we spent together, especially travelling to and from long-distance events and reenacting - May he RIP!
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