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Marching Through Time

I am very behind on blogging.  After running the marathon, I had so much to catch up on before Easter.  Then Holy Week hit and I did not want to blog.  And now, this Sunday is J's first Communion!!  So please excuse my sporadic posts!

Two weeks ago we went to a local event called Marching Through Time.  It was an encampment that had renactors from 1st Century Roman times all the way to the modern wars.  It was amazing and a paradise for my boys who love all things history.  I am fascinated by these things as well.  Each reenactor knows so much about the time period they are reenacting.  I love to soak up any knowledge I can from them.  They know more and can explain the time period in a way that no history book can.


So, without futher ado, here are the pictures from the weekend:

In Barbarian armour:


K fell over shorty after this picture was taken!  The chainmail weighed more than he does!



Struggling to hold up the shield



Barbarian J
 Medieval Times:


Hubby learning about field of vision in Knight's helmet


Knight


Ladies of the court


J learning to shoot a long bow

15th Century





The littlest squire



Chainmail is now lighter!



A Pirate, I mean, Privateer:

World War II:


Not sure what war these soldiers were from:

Comments

  1. Oh, my! This looks sooooo cool! We'll definitely have to check this out!

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  2. Where is this? Do they do it every year, or more often?

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