As a newly Southern girl, I have been fascinated with the Civil War.
Apparently not fascinated enough to actually read about it, just sort of a general fascination. A ‘Hey! Look! It’s another brown ‘historical site’ sign! Wanna stop?” kind of fascination.
I was starting to get into reading about it, then I got pregnant and my brain would only allow fiction. Preferably trashy fiction.
And where is this all leading? Well, it leads to our little family heading off to a Civil War re-enactment a few miles down the road.
M and I stumbled upon a little park near Lake Toho in Kissimmee a few weeks ago. It was full of all of the things we like: Cows, random Bible prayer groups and Dixie flags.
Post-Dixie flag enjoyment and, actually, right next to the flag, there was a sign for the upcoming Civil War Re-enactment.
“M!!! We should totally go!!” I shouted in the passenger seat, directly into his ear.
“Let’s!”, he shouted back.
Ok, I know this isn’t an Enid Blyton book so he totally didn’t say ‘let’s’. But it was something similar, and said with a lot of enthusiasm.
And so we went. And it was more interesting than I ever thought. There is a whole different type of class of rednecks that attend these things. So that was interesting.
And I learned things. Gunfire is very loud. Explosions are extremely hot. The cows were relocated. Small boys in Period clothing are adorable.
V did not enjoy the gunfire, but he didn’t hate it either. He happily cuddled with his Pop-Pop until it was over. and then he said “Wow!” He said ‘wow’ several times actually. I guess it’s good to expose these Southern boys to gunfire at an early age so it’s no big surprise…
That way, you know, they can be properly Southern. Hmmm, perhaps we need some more Enid Blyton exposure to balance out.
In due time… in due time…
Check out here for some Civil War action heros
Check out this for Florida’s role in the war…