Every year Greenfield Village holds a ceremony for the men and women of the armed forces, and I was given the honor of carrying the wreath! We had about 6 women in various stages of mourning, all to pay respect. It was beautiful.
Now I don't personally know anyone in service, though my Papa was a Marine back in the day. When the announcer asked servicemen and women to step forward, I was surprised to see so many reenactors and spectators to stand proudly front and center. Watching them made me proud, and I started to cry. Who knew I would actually cry behind the mourning veil?
Ken Giorlando, trickery with his camera again!
Well that about wraps up my amazing time at Greenfield Village. I froze in a tent, padded around on blistered feet, and in the end packed up my car in the pouring rain. Yet I am still looking forward to my next reenactment because deep down I don't mind the callouses and the dirt. This is more than a hobby, it's a lifestyle!
By the way, when is my next reenactment???