THE GEORGIA REFUGEES
Last
updated on April 10, 2001
Fort Toulouse, first
constructed in 1717 (rebuilt c. 1750) in Wetumpka, Alabama, schedules a French
Colonial Living History program every third weekend from April to
November.
Technically, this is
supposed to be a French and Indian War/Seven Years War period event, but they
do allow a bit of wiggle room for other 18th Century-ish folks, so we showed up
in all of our glorious regalia. For once,
the show had enough opponents that the French were required to give some actual
thought to ignoring us.
Although Toulouse is
not our time period or place, it did allow us an opportunity to drill and work
on refining our impressions for those upcoming events when we will be judged
more closely. Although we encamped a
bit more heavily than we plan to in future events, we managed to present a
suitable military presence and acquitted ourselves handily in the engagement. These photos are ones I scanned in after
the event, but we will have more to post in the coming days. The first photo above is the limber and
cannon with our camp, such as it is, in the rear.
The next is a shot from the reverse side looking out toward the open
field.
Pulling the piece, so to speak.
Steve Brown by the right carriage wheel (left in photo), Terry Oglesby
by the left carriage wheel (right in photo), Earl Smith on the left bricole,
Chuck Blake on the right bricole, Charlie McCulloh on the left limber tree, Chris
Long on the right limber tree, and Mark Lewis far, far away in yonder treeline,
perusing his copy of pornographic Dutch engravings from 1762.
Our erstwhile brothers in arms.
(Just wait a few years, fellers, and we’ll be making noise at YOU with our
cannon!
The above photos are
all ones I took on Saturday, and below are a few (out of the billion or so)
that Charlie McCulloh took (and sent me via email—which took forever to
download from my mail server). There is
also one of Ruth
McCulloh over on her new page in the Members section, so be sure and check it,
too.
First, a shot of a bewildered Frog and his well rounded scout,
wondering from whence comes all zee noize—as Mark Hubbs and Linda Jo Smith look
on, Steve Brown fondles a jug of liquid refreshment.
We were pleased to be
joined at Toulouse by Jerald Eyer (right), although he did frequently
facilitate Mark Lewis’ forays from camp to peruse various knives, brain tanned
leather, trade goods and indecently clad spectators of the feminine variety.
AND, a shot of a big
bunch of us ‘round the 3 pounder—from left to right: Ruth McCulloh, Steve
Brown, Charlie McCulloh, Mark Lewis, Jerald Eyer, Earl Smith, Linda Jo Smith,
Mark Hubbs, Al Stone, and Chris Long.