145th Anniversary of Gettysburg
I returned early this morning from participation in the 145th anniversary reenactment of the Battle of Gettysburg. As my friend and colleague Chris Goddard said, it was like having been in the "Super Bowl" of our hobby - some 15,000 reenactors, including over 500 mounted and 100 pieces of artillery. "Phenomenal" only barely scratches the surface of describing our experience there.
I was camped with "Lee's Lieutenants - Headquarters, Army of Northern Virginia" in the living history village of the event. Together with the adjacent "Federal Officers' Corps", our joint encampment covered an area larger than half a football field and held over 20 portrayers of Civil War general officers. Our group has grown into a congenial set of colleagues who, while we take our hobby and the presentation of the truth of history quite seriously, we do not take ourselves seriously, and thus are able to have a great deal of fun and fulfillment in what we do. We check our egos at the door and focus our efforts on stimulating minds and stirring hearts about our common history.
Our group of Generals spoke three different times in the Activities Tents, always to a full house of 700-
800 people, and we always were presented with a set of well-informed, probing questions about our roles, actions, and mistakes in the fight at Gettysburg. On each occasion, a majority of our spectators accompanied us back to the camps for more Q & A, and more photographs than I can possibly recount. Our interactions with the spectators included meeting people from England, France, Italy, the Philippines, China, Japan, Korea, Spain, and all over the U.S. including from as far away as Alaska. This is a just testament to the fine job done by the event organizers in putting forth a stimulating product that was well-conceived and well-promoted.
We have not seen the final spectator numbers yet, but I can report that spectators were rolling into the event parking lots by 7:30 a.m. each day and stood in line to get prime access to the battles and other segments of the event. The gates were not scheduled to open until 9:00 a.m., but the building crowd each day prompted an earlier opening time. Other than when the grandstands were full for the seven spectator battles conducted over the weekend, the traffic in our camp was non-stop and heavy.
There were so many "moments" over the three-day weekend I fear to account for them because I will surely miss some. With apologies in advance for any omissions, however, let me name a few of them:
- The HQ-ANV was feted in its camp two nights by three competition-champion musicians from the state of Florida. General Winfield Hancock, a/k/a David Townsend, played the mandolin; Reed, from the 2nd FL Infantry, played guitar; and Nancy/"Nate", also from the 2nd FL Infantry, played an exquisite banjo. They favored us with "old-style" music, which is in many ways more melodic than modern bluegrass. I sat close and watched in rapt fascination the near-manic finger-work on the strings and frets.
- Nancy/"Nate" provided us with an amazing transformation over the two nights. "Nate" played for us Friday night, in "his" jean-wool uniform and a slouch hat pulled low over "his" eyes, looking every bit the part of a tall, thin ANV infantryman. Nancy came by the next night, however, showing herself to be a tall, lovely young lady in a beautiful silk ball gown. She had danced the dance of the night at the camp ball, her partner being none other than Gen. Robert E. Lee himself. Regardless of whether Nancy or "Nate" played, however, the music from that banjo was magical, including renditions of "Dixie" and "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" that left me wiping tears.
- Several of our group visited with a gentleman who had just celebrated his 103rd birthday. He had served lemonade to the actual veterans of the battle at the 50th anniversary celebration 95 years ago. Those who had the privilege to meet him and shake his hand felt as if they had been in the presence of an historic icon.
- I got to meet Dennis Trimble, a "long-lost" relative and similarly, collaterally descended from Isaac Ridgeway Trimble, the General I portray with HQ-ANV. Dennis and I had spoken over the telephone on earlier occasions, but to meet and talk with him was a special surprise treat at an event in which our common ancestor played a significant role.
- At an event this size, often the living historians do not get to participate on the field in the battle reenactments. Others have planned and orchestrated the battles, and need to carry out their roles without us in the way. This time, however, largely through the efforts of our General George Pickett, Niles Clark, several of us got to take the field as part of the Pickett-Pettigrew-Trimble charge that was re-created on Sunday afternoon. The experience was one I will long remember. We went to the Confederate camps to find the ANV, and the experience of watching some 7,000 to 8,000 reenactors portraying the ANV, marching down from the ridge-line encampment to form in the field for the Charge, was heart-stopping. Regimental bands, or drums and fifers, played the march cadence. Preachers marched with the men leading prayers or reading Psalms and Scripture. Officers discussed, and cussed, while moving the men into place. Everyone looked the part and wore the grim countenance of those who would cross the valley of the shadow of death toward Cemetery Ridge. Across the way, General Hancock and his Yankee horde awaited behind an exact reproduction of the famous stone wall. The artillery barrage began and included at least two cannon from the period, one named "Satan." It filled the valley with thunder and smoke. Finally, the waves of troops moved out to their bands and the high-pitched yowls of the Rebel Yell. We marched nearly a mile in the heat, as did those gallant men of 1863, albeit without real bullets or cannon shells flying amongst us. As I marched, I recalled Isaac Trimble's descriptions of the hell into which the Virginians and North Carolinians strode, and his eloquence is describing the demise of so many of Gen. Pettigrew's division at the Emmittsburg Road as being "as if they had melted into the ground." In some small way, I felt the experience of General Trimble as the reenactors fought over the low, bloody stone wall.
- As at most reenactments, I met and spoke with many old friends and acquaintances in the Civil War fraternity, including a couple of whom I had despaired of ever seeing again due to job changes and moves.
- Our group continued its work in bringing to light some of the women of the War, including two young ladies who portray Belle Boyd, the young Confederate spy, and Sallie Tompkins, who ran a Richmond hospital and was even commissioned a Captain in the Confederate army so she could receive government funding for her services. We must never forget that any war effort is not limited to the men who fire the guns.
In closing I want to offer another public "thank you" to Al Stone and the ladies and gentlemen of the HQ-ANV. They have graciously included Corinne and I, as well as my irascible old alter-ego, in what continues to be an experience that I had always hoped Civil War reenacting could be, and then some.










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