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| Beautiful Drayton Hall ... occupied by the British |
I’d been
bitten by the reenacting bug a year before when attending a Civil War reenactment,
but in May 2005 a new and intriguing historical event came on the scene, the 225th
anniversary commemoration of the Siege
of Charleston. This grand reenactment spanned all three major Ashley River
plantations: Middleton Place, Magnolia Gardens, and Drayton Hall. Each
plantation had its own encampment, and each had its own admission price, and after
deciding we didn’t have the time (or energy!) to hit all three of them, my
family picked Drayton Hall, simply because it was the one of the three we hadn’t
seen before.
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| Love the expressions! And the uniforms ... :-) |
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| A neat cluster of muskets |
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| The overlap of historical and modern |
Three days.
My
imagination fired at that, and the story premise behind Loyalty’s Cadence was born.
Later, I
would join an 18th century research email list, frequented by
historians and reenactors of the period, and I discovered this was not the case
at all. The British army had very detailed regulations for the care of
campfollowing wives, and the standard policy was, in the case of widowhood, to
provide for her return to England, if she so wished. (I’m sure in the field,
there was much room for difference of interpretation, but that’s another
discussion.) I was indignant to find I’d been handed a common “reenactor myth,”
told for the sake of sensationalizing history.
Thus also
began my quest to find the truth in research, or at least as close to it as is
possible through the reports of people who see events through the lenses of
very different experiences and opinions.
And if I write with too much sympathy of the British and loyalist cause, I suppose it can be blamed on the fact that we chose Drayton Hall that muggy May day in Charleston. :-)
(Another
highlight of the 225th Anniversary of the Siege of Charleston: a
lecture, complete with visual aids, on colonial battlefield medicine. Useful
stuff, for a writer, though his description of amputation left me very queasy.
That, too, was inspiring in its own way!)
All photos are my own.
All photos are my own.





