“…a clumsy/graceful waltz between past and present…”
Zak’s got that right. I have never read a better terse description of a modern
reenactment! - Jonah
Civil War Reenactors Live To Fight Old Battles
By Dan Zak
(Washington Post, Sunday, July 1, 2007)
The
wool pants itch, especially around the inner thighs, especially when you're
marching. The rifle's heavy. So's the canteen, kit and bayonet, which dig into
your haunches. After a good hour of standing at attention and shifting stances
in the militant summer sun, the tendons in your right arm burn, sweat slicks
your back under the sack coat, and you might wonder, Why live like a Civil War
soldier these days if you don't have to?
"Because
they can't," says Ray Wetzel, 55, a resident of Hanover, Pa., and member
of the 13th Pennsylvania Reserves, a reenactment unit that portrays those Union
infantrymen. He's referring to the hundreds of thousands who served and died
during the Civil War. They're not around to remind us, Wetzel says, but he is.
And
so are hundreds of other reenactors in the District, Maryland and Virginia,
especially now that we're in the thick of reenactment season in an area swollen
with Civil War battlefields. More than 3,000 reenactors will invade south
central Pennsylvania on Friday for the Annual Gettysburg Civil War Battle
Reenactment, just as 80 reenactors did in Westminster, Md., last weekend for a
commemoration of Corbit's Charge, one of the small but consequential conflicts
that paved the way for that tide-turning battle.
Taking
place on a plot of mowed grass between Carroll County government buildings, the
reenactment I joined in Westminster was a clumsy/graceful waltz between past
and present. Pickup trucks lumbered by as a cavalry led an abbreviated charge
on horseback. Women in hoop skirts wedged themselves into nearby
port-a-potties. A parade of infantrymen marched through town while the sound of
nail guns echoed from a construction site.
Amid
this commotion, I found myself under a grove of trees at a fire pit surrounded
by makeshift tents and guys in woolen federal uniforms. This was the 1st and
3rd Maryland volunteer infantries' joint camp, in which I embedded myself from
reveille to dusk.
"I
can't get enough of it," says Jacob Martz, 27, a 1st Marylander and carpenter
who lives in Annapolis and goes to a reenactment every weekend. "You can
turn off the 21st century. You can step outside of your own life and live
someone else's. If people would come out and try it once, they'd see."
At a
living history event such as Corbit's Charge, they'd see someone like
15-year-old Evan Kilka grinding his own coffee and cooking salted pork and
desiccated vegetables over a fire. Evan, a 3rd Marylander from Wheaton, says he
wants to go into the Marines. His friends sometimes give him a hard time about
his hobby, but then again: "I find today's youth rather unpassionate about
everything," he says, turning to give a robust history lesson to a passing
spectator four times his age.
Spectators
milled around the camp all day, some eyeballing us like we were animals at the
zoo and others having no reservations about walking into a circle of grizzled,
bearded men and demanding an explanation.
"What's
that?" a preteen in capri pants asks Wetzel, petting the bucktail attached
to his cap.
"That's
the rear end of a deer."
The
girl pales, then asks about the gun in his boot.
"That's
a boot pistol," Wetzel says, pushing the barrel of the weapon between my
ribs. "If you get in close, it does nasty things to a man's insides."
"Ew,"
the girl says. "Good thing I'm never going to be in the Army."
"Wouldn't
be too sure about that."
Yes,
modern conflicts and politics often creep into fireside conversation at a
living history event. ("We can win it," Wetzel says of the Iraq war.
"No, we can't," says Dale Brennan, 48, a 1st Marylander and Laurel
history teacher.)
But
just as often, the topic is the politics of the 1860s. ("Was Robert E. Lee
a traitor?" Brennan asks. "Yes. Next question," says Uniontown
resident David Bloom, 56, president of the 3rd Marylanders. "No, he
wasn't," Wetzel says. And so on.)
Civil
War reenactors are often passionate about educating the public -- something
they say is not always done in schools. (Believe it or not, a popular question
from spectators is "So who won the war?") Events like Corbit's Charge
allow them to correct misinformation, or at least present the public with a
flesh-and-blood example of history, even if it means living meagerly (and in
wool) for a hot weekend.
"It's
a time machine," says Stephen Dunn, 51, surveying the scene later in the
day. Dunn, a first lieutenant in the Culpeper-based 4th Virginia Cavalry,
Company D, and a construction foreman by day, rested against a tent pole as the
2nd South Carolina String Band warmed up. The band would soon play period music
for reenactors, who were striking matches for their period pipes, and for
curious spectators, who hauled in nylon lawn chairs to dip their toes in the
past.
"This
is not a perfect example, but then again many of the places we go have modern
aspects," continues Dunn, ashing a period-correct cigar between his
fingers, which are burnished bronze from battle and sun. "But I enjoy
stepping back in the era. I have many ancestors on both sides that fought this
war. It allows me to feel connected."