Battle of Camp Wildcat

150 years ago today, there was a Battle here at Wildcat Mountain  and the Confederates were camped here at Camp Wildcat.   This ground on which which we are standing, and especially the tree covered mountain and wilderness road behind us are hallowed grounds.  Men fought and died here.  Men died in the military hospital at this very campsite.  Today, reenactors are gathered to represent a portion of the battle and remember those who have gone before us, and died to make and keep this land free.  Who died for the ideals they believed in.  And who gave us that strong back bone, that right now is all the keeps us afloat.

Robby and I spent most of Saturday and Sunday at the "Battle of Camp Wildcat" Civil War Reenactment.  It was so much a feeling of home to me.  LOL, yes, I use to reenact at Cowtown all the time as a teen, and prior to that would dress the part every museum and living history site I went to.  For Robby, it was finding a place where he could do his work and have some fun at the same time.  Something different every year to look forward to.
It was a surprise though to me that he would get so into it.

So, we are setting about getting our personas together for the reenactments, as Robby prepares for shoeing school as well.  What a life these homesteader/traveller/missionaries shall be living.  And 90% of all this has been Robby's idea.  Tis so fun, but hard work as well.  Saving, Saving, Saving, for this life we plan on living.  We did spend a wee bit on an old "tin type" picture, which is actually not tin but silver.  Only type of photo that comes with a life time promise   They just don't make things the way they use to.

If I were to say anything to you, my readers, my fellow traveller friends, and those who read around the world, see if there is any sort of historical reenactment in your area, whether you take part or just watch, tis an experience of a lifetime for all who go.  ^_^  And have fun!!!

~ Traveller Gal, out!

Fellow Traveller Girl

Today, there was a fellow traveller girl, standing on the curb at the edge of Walmart. As is my custom, I went into the store and bought a bottle of icy cold water for her.  Sadly, today I was out of food bars in my purse, having just finished a trip moving east, and not having had a chance to replenish as of yet.  Then I ran back out to her, in my good clothing from my job interview.  My turquoise necklace pounded on my chest as did my sliver Celtic cross, but I had to get back to her, as the day is so hot and humid in this Kentucky late summer weather.  I handed her the bottle of cold water, and she smiled, "A cup of cold water in My name.  God bless you!"

How often do we over look blessings because we fear strangers?  It makes me think of the old Celtic Christian blessing/proverb.  "May there always be food in the eating place, may there always be drink in the drinking place.  May there always be music in the listening place.  May there always be a bed in the sleeping place.  For, oft, oft, oft, goes Christ about in stranger's garb."  Please my friends consider how you to might aid other travellers.  Blessings!

~ Traveller Gal, out!