The ferry that travels between Ft. Mott, Pea Patch Island and Delaware City turns first south to deeper waters, then curves back up to the other side of the island. After a short tram ride where we learn a bit about the marshland fauna,
we arrive at the entrance. Our guide, Bill talks at that point more
about the bats that live in the fort than the history, partly because the bats have a disease that they are trying to contain with various precautions. He gives us a schedule of events for the day, and then we are off on our own to explore.
Stepping across the drawbridge through the entrance where prisoners were hung by their thumbs, the real brick fort becomes apparent. The inner courtyard/parade grounds are much smaller than Ft. Warren, leaving more of an impression of an estate rather than a midieval castle. In fact, the prisoners lived outside the fort in wooden barracks, whereas the nicely appointed rooms that we can view are reserved for the commanding officers.
The one tour that we take is guided by a woman from the fish and wildlife dept, who is also more enthusiastic and knowlegable about bats than history. We have to wait until we meet the 'laundress' the 'soldiers' and the 'ordinance clerk' to learn more about life on the island.
A bit more background is needed.
History for me was boring lists of battles, speeches, names to memorize, and then forget. Immersing first into the Civil War for the 150th Commemoration events and now into the Revolutionary War, I have been experiencing history through the lives of re-enactors who give these periods in American history a new life. You might want to start with Why this blog? listed in 2015. Then be part of the conversation by sharing your thoughts, knowledge,and experiences.
Links to the 150th Anniversary
Monday, November 24, 2014
Night falls in the cemetery
The darkness and cold remind me that night falls so early at this time of year. It is 5:30 pm and the only lights in the cemetery are those from the lanterns placed along the walkways and at each grave. They create arcs of lights in a white rainbow of memory.
During the daytime, an unspoken rule of relative quiet. The evening seems to allow all to chatter and laugh loudly. Until they get to the podium where the names of the dead are being read aloud.
During the daytime, an unspoken rule of relative quiet. The evening seems to allow all to chatter and laugh loudly. Until they get to the podium where the names of the dead are being read aloud.
Gettysburg Parade The confederate regiments
From my home state of Maryland, a 'border' state where the state anthem declares that Abraham Lincoln is a tyrant and despot.
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Gettysburg Parade Lincoln Arrives by carriage
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