As promised in my last post about participating with 23,00 reenactors at Gettysburg in 1998, here are some more photos of the event. Remember to click on them to see them full-size.
This banner sat at the entrance to our company’s camp throughout the reenactment.
Some of the company relaxing in our camp in the woods.
The horse-lines at dawn … or was it sunset? I can’t remember! Lovely, though.
Lieutenant (that’s Loo-tenan’) Bill Russell and my host Ed Christopher survey the massed Confederate army – or part of it, anyway.
Reenacting is a family hobby, especially down at Sutlers’ Row, a veritable shopping mall of tents selling every sort of 19th century paraphernalia. .
Ladies in hooped crinolines and snoods in their hair compare study the event programme in the sun.
A group of colourful 14th Brooklyn soldiers in their distinctive French-style chasseur uniforms.
The evening ball was another of those spine-tingling moments when I slipped back a century – beautiful belles waltzing and dixie-reeling with dashing soldiers to period music.
Time off from the hard work of reenacting in order to have a drink and a sit-down in Sutlers’ Row.
A Union bugler boy.
A Confederate drummer sounds an official note at a regimental square ceremony.
A female vivandiere and friend, in front of a row of carefully stacked rifles and equipment.
I have a feeling this wasn’t a shot I took, but one given to me. It shows a Union artillery limber, flag and guns, in swirling black-powder smoke.
Two Confederate horsemen. Note the modern artillery puller in the background – fortunately such modern anachronisms were removed from sight once the reenactment formally began.
Mounted Confederate officers and standard bearer.
Confederate ‘casualties’ lie prone beneath the guns of a Union advance into the woods.