BJ_BOBBI_JO
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- Joined
- Feb 23, 2011
- Location
- Indiana
This pic is me after a long day. My apron got ripped and crooked and I was getting plum tuckered out.My 1st re-enacment as a re-enactor with spectators was this past weekend in Niles, Michigan. It was a very small one and sadly the rain chased people off. But the grounds we stayed on was great with very carying owners who worked hard to make our stay as comfortable as possible.
The long time re-enactor ladies helped dress me better since I had been wearing my aprong and things wrong. They were nice and helpful. I will be able to gather more period-correct clothing items with each tax return but for now I must make due with what I have.
It seems like most of the female re-enactors portray sewing and cooking. As usual I am the odd ball and do thigns my own way. I sat at my campfire making herbal tea bags made of dried herbs with cotton and burlap strings. I told stories of how the herbs help the soilders with their dysentary and stuff like that.
I also walked around amongst the specators gathering herbs and wild foods. My digging up roots drew attention and I was able to have people feel and smell the herb/wild foods as I explained how they kept us alive during times of starvation and sickness. People reacted with surprise since they never knew you could eat things like queens anns lace (wild carrot), clovers, dandelions and more.
I love the way the re-enactors feel comfortable enough to go from camp fire to campfire visiting, sharing, helping and having great conversations. I loved the old style singing and banjo playing too.
I used to think my white skin was a curse or something because I so wanted the darker skin of my Cherokee dad. When my dad was young he got in the sun for just a bit and turned into a bronze color, that along with his black hair and dark eyes show his Cherokee father in him. Now he is old and white haired. But this wekend I realized my white skin can be a blessing in a few instances. Ya see Ive noticed on the confederate side there seems to be a few racist bad apples. Well because I am so light skinned they think I too am all white like them. After spectators are gone the few bad apples re-enactors sometimes spout off their racist feeligns and thoughts. I listen. I feed them. I dont blow up. Then I hit them with "oh really? I didnt realize you felt that way about me" they then look confused so I go on " I am bi-racial mixed with white and Cherokee and a few generations back my direct ancesters are Jewish and father back they are arabs and we think one was black......." Because I dont argue and get mean this all confuses them and they stop looking me in the eye and stammer around to recover their racist words trying to explain them away. Kindness works best not easily affended arguing and insults. Show kindness and you get father in life.
But dont get me wrong most all of the re-enactors on BOTH sides are good hard working decent people who dont say racist things. I am re-enacting on the confederate side because we 1st met them and found out they are based out of our area and they are a neat group of guys. But I would have been happy to sign on with either side. Both sides are mostly all good people.
I love how we all share an interrest in history, camping, acting and so on. I love the togetherness of re-enacting. It is a great famnily experience.
Next weekend will be my 1st big event. It will be in Fishers, Indiana at Conner Prairie.
So if you are from Indiana, Ohio or Michigan and goto a civil war re-enactment and see a re-enactor woman walking around digging roots and picking "weeds" then you may have found me. :laugh1:
