Hurtful Words: Canceling the Battle of Seccessionville

I feel we as a reenacting community need to be aware, to realize we are not above reproach even in our volunteer educational role. At the very core, a reenactor is a lover of history.

And it's just that. I've recently had the opportunity to visit Gettysburg, an exhausting vacation filled with everything. I wanted to explore every house, monument, and restaurant (ha) that preserved history. Those places should thrive, continuing through to other generations. Few reenactors will deny the awe of that solemn battlefield.

We lend our support in a variety of ways. As a visitor, I pay for admission. As a reenactor I give my time and resources, two immense items that cannot be quantified. I deserve to be respected for my efforts to the preservation of history and public education. Right now, everything is a bit sticky. I've already written once about the Confederate flag debate, and the rhetoric that transpired. I'm walking on eggshells on all sides.

I have no direct connection to the Boone Hall Plantation. My last visit to South Carolina was many years ago. Yet as a reenactor I feel a certain kinship to a place that holds Civil War events. Maybe it's the common things, like campfire, hearty songs, and the crackled fire of the guns.

Also, I'm interested in continuing any place that attempts to preserve history. My research on Boone Hall has shown a myriad of programs that do just that. Education on slavery, agriculture, and basic 19th century life is essential to full understanding of this country. If I lived nearby it would probably be a stop on my travel list at least once a year. Ah, but the recent controversy!

The Battle of Seccessionville, held at Boone Hall Plantation for the past 24 years, has been cancelled. Boone Hall Plantation released this statement:

 "We gave this decision very serious consideration and after consulting with community leaders and discussing this with event Chairman Randy Burbage, we decided to show honor and respect to the victims of the recent tragedy and give the community time to heal. It was a difficult decision as Boone Hall's association with this event has been long standing, but one we made and think is best on behalf of Boone Hall and the Charleston community at this time. Thank you."

 I can feel that disappointment. A family event gone. No matter the reasoning behind the cancellation, a chance at the campfire, song, and gunpowder ceases to be. As a reenactor I am troubled that an event can just disappear. I think of how terribly sad if an event like Greenfield Village just went away. However, the story does not end there.

People have decided to voice their displeasure at the decision. I am happy we live in a country that allows us to do so-despite our race, color, religion, sex, and etc. Good! When I am unhappy, I write a blog post (as you can see). It is when these words turn hurtful that I scale back, searching for a better option. And in regards to Boone Hall Plantation, people have become outright nasty.

One man even resorted to creating a duplicate facebook group entitled "Boycott Boone Hall Plantation." He made sure to make it look EXACTLY like the main page, and is spamming the regular website with links to it. 

No matter your opinion of this cancellation, we should all agree that badgering, boycotting, and downright harassing a historic site is in poor taste. How do we portray ourselves as reenactors when we say those negative things? WHY WOULD THEY WANT US BACK? For shame on us for this nasty language.

If you are not pleased with the cancellation, express your disappointment appropriately. Here's an example of a complaint that does not offend:

To whom it may concern;

I am very disappointed that the Zombie Reenactment has been cancelled. My ancestors fought in many battles of World War Z, and I'd like to honor their contributions. Please reconsider your decision. 

Sincerely,

Kristen 

There. Unhappy, check. Personal investment, check. My goal, check. Notice that I made no personal attacks or used harsh words. Will hate mail cause the event planners to reverse this decision? Or will it backfire, as they want to wash their hands of the mess? Regardless, I am appalled at how many reenactors responded poorly to the news. Please be disappointed, please voice your displeasure. I noticed many well-written responses on that site. To those people-good job! I even saw someone wishing to raise money for the families.

As for a boycott...what does that prove? Or purposefully going on their rating sites in order to give them bad reviews? Destroying reputation does not make for a good future event.

And just in case you were wondering, racism.

To the Boone Hall Plantation staff; I am sorry you had to cancel your event, and I wish that the barrage of hate mail did not happen. To those hateful commenters...be nice.

~Kristen

***My heart hurts for those families/friends affected by the tragedy. May Charleston continue to heal in this time of loss. We're praying for you here in Michigan.

Why Pinterest is Not Research: Documentation Methods

Student: Ms. K, is Wikipedia a source?

Me: It's a little more complicated than that, Billy

Student: Darnit

And then I make this face

For those of us in the teaching profession, this conversation might happen. As an English teacher I hear this about once a "paper." The answer is much more complicated in a simple yes or no, and I can see the confusion that arises from that...source?

In the past, research for reenacting was in the hands of a select few who had access to or could afford primary sources or their reprints. They had the time to read each article, ponder upon the visual imagery in fashion plates. Those that could allocate their resources to such endeavors could be considered experts. We knew them by name in the reenacting community.

The Internet turned that system around. Now nearly every person has access to sources and can view them with the proper search terms. Accessible Archives, Google Books, and Project Guttenburg have all made the past more accessible to the average reenactor. A person today could spend 6 months completing the amount of research that would have taken 6 years before the internet. I'm a bit of a socialist I suppose-sharing research betters everyone. Yet there are still drawbacks to this system.

Any random person can interpret sources today. Some people will misread, misinterpret, and then mismanage the information. This is quite obvious on Facebook, where valid news stories such as "Chemical Blasts Rock China" can mix with the ridiculous "Obama Invites Lizard People to White House."

I am writing this almost a year after my post Ethical Business Practices of the Reenacting Community. There has been growth in terms of documentation, and I am happy to see that happen in at least a few of the vendors (myself included-I'm going back and adding!). While it is a long process to change, I'm a bit dismayed to see a few people making research mistakes. Aha! An easy fix!

I fix things around the farm too!
Photo by Ken Giorlando's ghost camera

Have you heard the rule of 3? 3 sources and it existed? While the reenacting community does not subscribe to a specific research method, we do typically have a consensus about a few facts:

1. Just because a picture exists, doesn't mean it was widespread/dated properly.
2. Just because one quote about it exists, doesn't mean it was widespread.
3. Just because a museum labeled it as a certain date, doesn't mean it was widespread/dated properly.

With that, I've come up with my own cross-reference research method that works well for my jewelry and could possibly apply to other areas within reenacting. I do have a rule of 3...I typically require 3 DIFFERENT FORMS OF PRIMARY DOCUMENTATION. Not just a single quote from Arthur's Home Magazine. I may be completely crazy, but I'm also SELLING my jewelry, and I have an obligation to my customers and the reenacting community as a whole. So here are the three forms of primary documentation that I collect to understand the jewelry/context:

Photographic-(CDV'S, daguerrotypes, ambrotypes, and etc.) This form of evidence offers the who of 19th century jewelry. The piece will give answers as to the lady wearing it, including possibly her station in life/age/geographic area. It proves without a doubt that a piece was worn; however, it does not necessarily show the item’s materials or fine details. This evidence is the most difficult to collect as photographs from the time period can be somewhat blurry or difficult to date. (If I cannot find this source, sometimes I continue with my research).

Textual-(Magazines, Advertisements, Paintings) This documentation answers the when and where. The advantage to this form of evidence is that words can describe both material and some details, though unlike surviving originals, the details can difficult to pin down. With paintings, an artist can give more details of jewelry. Textual sources also include a definitive date, which is sometimes impossible with photographic images and surviving (unmarked) jewelry.

Surviving Originals-These are jewelry pieces that have survived from the time period and are photographed today or in the recent past. This is the most detailed form of evidence, offering the what and how of a jewelry piece. Surviving originals can reveal exact dimensions, working mechanism, and precise materials, unlike other forms of evidence. We can also track variants from an original design. The most unfortunate part of this documentation is the lack of dates; a piece will often lack a specific date of creation, unless marked by a particular jewelry.

Notice that I can answer the following questions with this type of research: who, what, when, where, and how. By putting all of these together, we can discover the why of jewelry. That's why I publish research alongside my jewelry;  from these different sources, we can understand the context of the time period as a whole. The shiny things are important!

HOWEVER...

Despite the entirety of online texts, museum collections, and other sources, there are those that STILL only find one source to justify anything. Or worse, they use one source to justify a multitude of things. So here are a few of the pitfalls of research, and ways to avoid them. If you see one, this may be an example of an RNI...Research Needing Improvement.

~Look at my Pinterest board!~

Problem: Pinterest is literally a board. Think of it as a junk drawer: anything goes. It links to a million different places on the internet. A person can "decide" to label a source in any way. Here's a fun example:

Doesn't that seem legitimate? That website has the word Victorian in it! And it's on someone's board entitled "reenactment dresses." I'll take one with a rayon snood please!

Way to improve: Here is a specific link that I have taken from my Pinterest board. I have personally chased down the source to prove that it is not written by a monkey.

~But __________ said it was okay!He/She is an EXPERT~

Problem: People are surprisingly human. Even the best of the best are prone to a mistake. We are ALL guilty of some misinformation at some point. Here is an example of my own ignorance:

LOL

I've seen so-called "experts" make glaring mistakes, a harsh financial mistake for those who follow them (especially if they sell things!). Experts are amazing, but they're human too.
Way to Improve: Hey expert person! Since you know what you're doing, can you point me to a specific source (not just a Pinterest board)? You don't have one, or you want to collect money for sharing research? Well then...I guess you can play in your own sandbox.

~I found one quote/source to support what I do!~

Problem: Unlike those hideous skirt/shirt combos in sutler row, one size source does not fit all. We can find one exception to every rule, though it may appear hideously anachronistic in person. A lack of information means we can't study context.

Do you have one in taffeta?

Way to improve: I see this one quote, it's cool. I'm going to keep looking for other forms of documentation that match up. I can't find one? Maybe I should try something else.***

***Now I don't want to discourage creativity. Sometimes an exception can be an excellent thing to show off at an event. But then, you should really really understand its context as a source in general. Probably not if you're selling stuff.

Another However...

People are not perfect. I know that a few of the items that I sell still need improvement, after months of me working to do so. I try to stick to this process for every new item that I have, though there is quite a disconnect between having my research and publishing it in a form that makes sense. My goal is that vendors especially work to improve themselves. 

Eating Brillo is NOT self improvement

We as a community have complained for some time that inaccurate items are crossing the "threshold" of our events. We cringe when the rayon snood makes the town newspaper. But when it comes to holding vendors/merchants/experts accountable for a lack of documentation...we back off. Sure, that 1980's prom dress is easy to spot. What about that well-known person/admin who didn't post his/her research? (Myself included!). Just ask (a personal message works best) before you purchase/add to your impression. If a person can't really give you any more...then run away. 

Oh darling. They used one quote for everything!

Photo by Ken Giorlando

I hope this post makes vendors reevaluate their goods, experts search for clarity, and the everyday reenactor ask questions. If we want to improve, we must ask it of ourselves and each other.

~Kristen 

***Hey new people, try not to worry about all of this. You're new, you're learning. I'm writing these posts so that you will ask questions. Also I'd like vendors to come clean with their business practices so you can save. Money is tight right now, let's not support those people attempting to make quick money off of new, unsuspecting reenactors. If you're feeling overwhelmed, take a look at my button-in-the-back dress above, and realize that even the most haughty reenactor has a picture like it!

In Memory of Dolly

So I'm finally ready to do this. I'll start with a question. Have you ever felt both extreme loss and happiness, both in the same moment? Think tears of sadness mixed with joy. That's been my odd experience handling the death of my Grandma Dolly earlier in July.

I always wished that I had my Grandma's blue eyes!

This woman drew a thread through the cloth of my life, weaving a pattern that shaped who I am today. She never took credit for it either-every one of my accomplishments was my own, even the smallest ones. Did she ever know how much she did for all of us? I hope so.

This blog post is for her

Her adventurous daughter Patty became sick. It was just the time too-around thirteen girls might find themselves changing. But this pain turned monstrous, landing her in the hospital. There in the adult ward they diagnosed appendicitis, fully curable with a few antibiotics. Patty hid those pills in her robe pocket, and they spilled onto the floor when they pulled her fragile body from the hospital bed. Grandma lost her only daughter, and the torture of continuing on seemed almost unbearable. "Some days I just put one sock on, then the other. Then a shoe. Then the other. A dress. Breakfast. Laundry. My two little boys...I had to tell that they lost their sister." Before I was born she taught me her strength, of rising to meet life when death had taken so much.

My Dad, Patty, and Uncle

Years later she found herself in another situation. Her two boys, my Dad and Uncle, grew into healthy, handsome men. My Dad in particular, athletic and outgoing, met a pretty Mexican girl at school. They sent love letters back and forth, loving in a youthful arrogance. Just after high school that pretty girl became pregnant, usually a hushed thing when involving unmarried parents. Grandma laughed "See Mo, it's a miracle!" Not long before, her husband, my Grandpa, was diagnosed with terminal lung cancer. My Grandpa's response? "No, not a miracle. They were just upstairs messing around..." Perspective, another of Grandma's lessons.

She loved going on the boat with my Grandpa

And then I was born, a great screaming December baby. I was immediately the apple of my Grandpa's eye, the only grandchild he would ever meet. His face lit up whenever I visited, no matter how sick he felt. The breathing tubes and hospital visits faded away with the sight of my chubby cheeks. Grandma cared for him at home, watched his life's light wane as mine glowed. She saw him die in his living room chair. From that moment on, her children and grandchildren would be her life.

She never remarried, and always missed him

We set the table, my sister and I, one of my earliest memories. The napkins folded just so. The little metal pitcher that kept the milk cool. Blueberry pancakes! Bread from the bakery! Bacon, thick-cut! We ate until out little tummies couldn't take another bite, and then we helped with the dishes. Lunch and dinner passed much the same with, with italian sausage, potatoes, and more bread. I picked chives from a pot beside the house. Oh my goodness this woman taught me to eat, to enjoy food to the fullest.

Adventure? Check

I remember the day Princess Diana died. My sister and I were at her little cottage, asleep in an upstairs bedroom. I awoke to her gentle prodding, "Come downstairs, you need to see this." My nine year old self didn't fully comprehend the tragedy, just the tea, cookies, and sunrise on the lake under a bundle of blankets. She needed my sister and I to "witness" the event, an otherwise ordinary day in America that had torn a family in England. She taught me to look, see, and remember.

Grandma and her only attempt at sledding

A visit from college, another trip to the cottage. We stopped for tea and baked goodies along the way. She settled in to her comfy chair overlooking the lake. The sun set on our conversation, my personal bragging time for my Grandma. I told her about my grades, my activities, my future as a teacher. She slapped her knee at it all, "That's my Granddaughter! A mover and a shaker! Just like her father." Grandma Dolly taught me to push, go above and beyond anyone's expectations. In her eyes I could do anything in the world, with that last name "Mrozek."

My sister and I with Grandma

Time has a way of speeding up and slowing down at odd intervals. Grandma became sick this past December, requiring numerous hospital visits and the eventual sale of her beloved cottage. I watched the ups and downs of extended medical care. I pushed her in a wheelchair at a nursing rehabilitation center. We both sized up a handsome nurse working on her floor.

Do you remember Greenfield Village this year? I had the opportunity to set up my shop in the main street, a unique privilege. What I didn't mention was the visit from Grandma, her last time leaving the assisted living center before she died. She walked around, my Dad's arm steadying her, marveling at my jewelry. She kept asking "Did you do that all yourself Kristen?" It was hard to see her so sick. I participated in the fashion show too. She sat in her wheelchair in the crowd, tired but proud.

Grandma loved hearing about my shop

And eventually the dialysis became too much. She was ready to see my Grandpa, her little daughter Patty. Her parents, brothers, a beloved nephew. Grandma told me she wanted to rest, and asked if it was okay, "Yes Grandma," I said, not crying in that moment. "We've had you for so long! It's their turn again." It seemed a thousand years away.

We ate so well at The Eagle Tavern the year before!

But it wasn't. I said goodbye to her before I left for Mexico, knowing it might be the last time we spoke. Not too long after that she stopped speaking, eating, and moving. She laid in the bed quite still, somehow hanging on to her existence here on earth. One of the hospice nurses, Pat (Patricia) helped my Dad and Uncle care for her. They agreed that she waited for my sister and I to return so we could say goodbye one last time.

I found her on her deathbed, gently snoring. I stroked her cheek and her eyebrows twitched. The family joked and talked about who her favorite grandchild was. My Dad sat with a very blank expression, looking at his hands. Grandma was not really there, but kind of. The thin veil between life and death became nearly sheer. I could feel things in the room, things I could not find words for or explain. I said "I love you," one last time, knowing full well it would be the last. I took home her wooden clock that began ticking again on my shelf. My Grandma died on July 3rd in her sleep.

This will go in the room when I get married

Life meanders on in the summer heat. Yesterday we buried Grandma's ashes just above Grandpa's coffin. They're under a tree in a peaceful cemetery, not far from where they both lived. Afterwards we went out to eat at a place that serves delicious bread. It's one of those Polish traditions that I plan to continue with my future family. Until then I'll do my best to honor her memory.

I'll do my best to move and shake the world for her.

~Kristen

Las Vegas

The past few weeks have been a constant blur. Running tired from Mexico and my Grandma's funeral, I decided to take a break...for three days, and fly to Las Vegas!

The view from our hotel

I've been to Vegas twice before, each time with family. So it was a real treat to make the trip with people my own age! We stayed at the Hilton Elara, on a floor high enough to make my ears pop in the elevator. See that red stripe down the side of the building? It's a little sitting area that STICKS OUT INTO THE AIR LIKE A FLOATING ROOM OF DEATH. It was a nice place to relax.

Did I mention the Starbucks?

We packed quite a bit into the 6 day vacation. As soon as we were on the strip, we walked around the hotels. I came to a few startling conclusions:

1. There are NO FLAMINGOS at the Flamingo Hotel.

2. The Bellagio's underwater garden actually uses flowers.

3. Thousands of Swarovski crystals make for a pretty bar at the Cosmopolitan 

 No flamingos!

The fish aren't real...

From there we ran around and did about 10,000 things. It's easy to do in Vegas. One can find amazing shows every night, delicious restaurants open 24/7, and entertainment on every corner. Vegas is like a big play place for adults. Businesses line the streets begging for attention and $. There is so much to do in such a small space!

My view for the show

This was an excellent mix of beauty and...brains?

 The Bellagio water performance!

The Luxor faux Chichen Itza

My newfound fear of heights in the Stratosphere

A few of the exhibits at the Luxor were especially interesting. First I saw the Bodies exhibit, complete with fully "animated" human remains used to educate the public. Next I jumped into the Titanic exhibit...and loved it! I saw both shows during my past trips, but seeing them again as an adult gave me a different perspective. Unfortunately no photography for either,

All of this brought up from the ocean floor!

We packed a bit into the last day too. Our last dinner in Vegas? The Heart Attack Grill!

350 lbs eat free!

 Yes they offer that size

 I encountered high culture...

 ...and the vegan menu?

My Civil War people should love this...

 I definitely finished my "single bypass burger"

 But not all of my cream shake (yes that is a chunk of butter)

Our last show? Cirque du Soleil's Ka.

They threw a man into the pit for taking pictures, so the website will have to do

But alas, all good things must come to an end. By the last day I was ready to come home to my own bed and avoid that 110 degree heat. Las Vegas was fun, but nothing beats a Michigan summer!

This just goes to show, what happens in Vegas...

...goes on my blog!

~Kristen