~ There was no actual Revolutionary War battle called 'Muster at the Mill.'
It is called that due to the generous offering of land by the owners of Uncle John's Mill, and you will read about this wonderful cider mill in the body of this post
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|Back to the 1770's once again!|
Everything just seemed to fall into place.
First, the weather was perfect Michigan fall weather: upper 60s and lots of sun. Second, let's look at the setting: it takes place at a rural cider mill in the middle of Michigan, and if you know anything about Michigan in the fall, you know that that is the time of year - September through early November - when residents flock to cider mills in droves virtually every weekend for cider and doughnuts. Going to cider mills has been a tradition that's taken place every autumn since settlers brought over apples trees from Europe back in the early 1600s, and it's a tradition still carried on here in the 21st century with throngs of visitors - thousands each weekend. Oh, maybe not in the same manner as done all those years ago, but, well, the act in itself is pretty darn close!
So what better time and place to have a historical reenactment than at a cider mill? Particularly, Uncle John's Mill, located in rural St. John's, Michigan. The owners and workers here really went all out for us, as they do for their visitors, and made us feel very welcome. Of course, they sell apples, apple cider pressed right there, and have a small country store filled with neat little crafty gifts and lots of apple-oriented desserts.
And their orchards seem to go on forever!
For the last two years, Uncle John's has given its visitors a little something extra: an early American history lesson by allowing living historians to set up camp on the grounds there.
I so enjoyed speaking to the public - those who came down the hill from the mill to see our reenactment - about the good old colony days, about Paul Revere, and about reenacting, for most I had spoken to had never been to a bonafide reenactment before. And many knew little about our nation's early history.
Of course, my stealth camera was with me and I took plenty of photographs to document the event. I have also included a few pictures taken by others, with their permission.
As always, to see the images larger, please click the photos.
|~Welcome to Muster at the Mill~|
Yes, that's me, Historical Ken (or Colonial Ken, or even Paul Revere)
preparing to enter the world of the past...
|Upon entering this colonial tent village you will find a bustling town of common folk representing the period that produced the Declaration of Independence.|
|Could this be Dr. Benjamin Franklin and his daughter Sally?|
Sarah Franklin was born to Benjamin and Deborah Franklin in Philadelphia on the eleventh day of September, 1744. Sarah, known as Sally throughout her life, had a typical education for a girl of her status in 18th century Philadelphia. She had a great love of reading and music and was considered a skilled harpsichordist.Sally lead an active public life according to the standards of womanhood in the 18th century. As the daughter of Benjamin Franklin, she had an unusual access for a woman to the political life during revolutionary times. Although her primary role was caretaker of her family and home, she played an active role in the Revolution through her relief work and as her father's political hostess.
Sally is best known for her involvement in the Ladies Associated of Philadelphia. She took over leadership of the association in 1780 and supervised the sewing of 2200 shirts for the American soldiers.
In 1807, Sally was diagnosed with cancer and sought out medical care during the winter of 1808-09. Her disease was terminal and she died at the age of 64 on October 5, 1808. Her remains, along with her husband's (Richard Bache), are buried in the Christ Church Burial Ground in Philadelphia, beside those of her parents.
|When Dr. Franklin speaks, everyone listens, for his talks range from the Declaration to electricity to his European travels to everything in between.|
|Speaking of fabrication - - |
No, Paul Revere never had a handbill asking for his arrest! This was a joke played on me by my, ahem, friends!
Still...it is kind of cool to see your own picture on a broadsheet!.
|Naturally, I had to have a quick sketch of myself standing next to my own wanted poster. Of course, having a Queen's Ranger with me makes it all the more interesting!|
(It also helps if the said Queen's Ranger is a very close friend!)
|David Schmid: commercial fisherman. |
Fishing was a prominent international trade and Mr. Schmid speaks of its importance using plenty of accessories to accent his presentation.
|Taking care of the dishes by hauling water for the tubs.|
Women and men working together at their respective
occupations ensured a successful and thriving family.
All jobs were important, and one link broken could cause
the day to go awry.
|In case you hadn't noticed, our little town seems to have a number of military about it, which has everyone on edge, for we fear a battle - nay, a war - may be nigh.|
|Members of the 1st Pennsylvania|
|Still, it was important to carry on with our day and to make sure the children |
could enjoy some harvest games during this celebratory time of year, including
Photo courtesy of Carol-Anne Mann
|I've read that bobbing for apples has been around as far back as the Roman times, or it may possibly be from medieval England as a courting ritual...|
Photo courtesy of Carol-Anne Mann
|Either way, it is a very old autumn harvest custom that not only fits in well during the colonial period, but here in the 21st century as well!|
Photo courtesy of Carol-Anne Mann
Contrary to popular belief, Native Americans and Mountain men rarely threw their tomahawks (or "hawks") during battle. A tomahawk was one of their best hand-to-hand weapons, good for both offensive and defensive moves. Throwing a tomahawk to kill an enemy put considerable distance between the thrower and his very best weapon. Even if a mountain man or an Indian warrior killed his intended target, he was pretty much defenseless while he scurried to retrieve his hawk from his victim's body.
Instead of throwing their tomahawks in the heat of battle, mountain men and Indians hurled their hawks mainly for fun. A few times a year, mountain men would come into town to gather supplies and trade pelts they had collected during the previous hunting season. They'd often set up a huge camp outside of town and take part in various contests such as tomahawk throwing. Some Native American tribes held similar contests of skill for their men to take part in. Indians would also come to the frontiersmen camps to engage in trading and throw some tomahawks with the men there.
|The Royal Highlanders each took a turn at the tomahawk toss that was set up (and was also for sale) by Dr. Franklin.|
|We may not have had Native Americans give the contest a try, but we did have a frontiersman.|
|I had never done this before, and for my first three tries I hit the target |
but the hawk did not stick...
...until my fourth throw...
Almost dead center!
|Robert Jones explained a bit on the life of a Continental soldier to very interested visitors who listened intently to his stories.|
|Here I stand with Mr. Robert Jones.|
He plays a large role in keeping history alive at Historic Fort Wayne in
Fort Wayne, Indiana.
|The military musicians, hoping to garner patriotism for 'their' side, made themselves plain to us townsfolk and played such tunes as "Road to Boston" and "British Grenadiers."|
|We were not at a loss for music, which was to be heard throughout the town, including traditional Scottish folk tunes.|
|Families rolled rounds together for a possible upcoming battle.|
|Others spent time alone before the men went off to fight.|
The tension was thick...
|Meet my friend Karen. She has taken part with my|
living history group, "Citizens of the American Colonies."
No, I am not a military man, but I enjoy the feel of a flint-lock musket.
One day I plan to purchase a gun for myself.
|The conversations we, as historical interpreters have, are of teaching and learning, and all who share in them have the opportunity to do both, for most involved in this hobby study the times very intently. |
To the extreme, in most cases.
In terms of historical knowledge, I will place my money on a well-researched reenactor any day over any other scholar.
|The men from the various British and American troops entertained the public with their 18th century fire power. It's not very often in these parts where one can see, hear, and sometimes even touch such weaponry.|
And the battle begins:
|"The enemy, as we expected, were advancing through a level field..."|
|"Our regiment was now ordered onto the field...we soon came to action with (the enemy)."|
|"Our people let the enemy advance...|
and poured in a heavy volley upon them."
|"How many of the enemy was killed or wounded could not be known, as the British were always careful as Indians to conceal their losses."|
|"Fighting is hot work in cool weather; how much more so in such weather as it was (on this day)."|
Photo courtesy of Henry Trippe
|"The British gave back..."|
|We had eight or ten of our regiment killed in the action, and a number wounded. Our Lieut. Colonel was hit by a grapeshot, which went through his coat, westcoat and shirt, to the skin on his shoulder, without doing any other damage than cutting up his epaulette."|
|"We gave it to poor Sawney (for they were Scotch troops) so hot, that they were forced to fall back and leave the ground they occupied."|
|"When our Commander saw them retreating, and nearly joined with their |
main body, he shouted, 'come, my boys, reload your pieces, and we will
give them a set-off!' "
|"We did so, and gave them the parting salute, and the firing on both sides ceased.".|
|~A view from a soldier's eyes~|
This extraordinary photograph was taken by Jimmy Lapua, and he kindly allowed me to publish it here on today's post.
After the battle had ended:
|Many of the soldiers from both sides spent time speaking with the visitors and answered their many questions about their uniforms, weapons, and battles.|
The long march home:
|A few from the 1st Pennsylvania|
|The Massachusetts Provincial Battalion|
|The Royal Highlanders|
|The Queen's Rangers|
One of the more interesting aspects of any war, much less a war from 240 years ago, is the medical treatment the wounded men received. Woe to the soldier who required surgery after being wounded on the battlefield. The conditions in field hospitals were deplorable.
|Not only was the operating room simply table in a tent, but there was little thought given to keeping the table and tools clean. In fact, wounds were sometimes cleaned using plain water from a bucket, and the used water would be saved to clean out the next soldier's wounds as well.|
|If the musket ball struck a bone, the damage was usually so bad that the only option was amputation, which was also performed right there in the hospital tent.|
Patients were strapped down and given something to bite down on, like a piece of wood or some leather, to keep them from biting off their own tongues as they endured the agony.
|Of course, none of this did anything to dull the pain; if the doctor and the other patients in the tent were lucky, the man's screams would stop when he passed out.|
If the patient survived, he was given opiates for his pain, but the infection caused by unsanitary conditions was frequently the cause of death.
And then finally...
|A while back I read that the past is a foreign place.|
And to a large extent, it's true.
But the more we study the environment that the people from the past were born into and the times in which they lived - not just the politics and the wars, but the everyday lives of those who lived there - the more we can understand and maybe even accept their ways, even though we may disagree.
One simply cannot put our modern values upon those from another era.
No we cannot.
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And the interest in this moment in American History from the customers from Uncle John's Mill was at such a high level...I honestly believe that the local open-air museums are missing out by not including the Revolutionary War period in their annual schedule of events.
Thank you, Scott Mann, for putting this wonderful event together.
By the way, I have been asked why I use so many pictures in my postings.
To be honest, it's mainly because I consider my posts of this sort to be kind of a memory book - a diary in a way, where I can refer back to every-so-often and relive certain events.
It's also my own sneaky way to hopefully get my readers excited about our American history in a positive manner.
Until next time, see you in time.
To visit Uncle John's Mill's web site, click HERE
|Uncle John's is a wonderful rural cider mill.|
Thank you to Uncle John and all who made this event such an event!
And now for something a wee bit different:
So Christy mentioned getting all of those who wear Kilts for the King to pose for a sort of "Captain Morgan" photo.
And they did - -
|No, guys! This is not the correct Captain Morgan pose!|
|There ya go!|
Captain Morgan's got nothin' on these folks!
By the way, there were two battles held each day of the event, and, though not captioned, here are four photos from the first one of the day.
There was no historical battle called Muster at the Mill - that was just the name of our reenactment.
The medical information came verbatim from THIS site
To learn more about everyday life in colonial times, click HERE
Harvest time in the colonies? Click HERE
A Colonial Thanksgiving, click HERE
Christmas in the colonies? Yep---click HERE
Cooking in the Colonies, click HERE
Traveling in the colonies, click HERE
More about Paul Revere, click HERE
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