As the frontier supper was drawing to a close, with dishes and plates being cleared away, the night descended across forest and fort. But inside the Meeting House all was good cheer, with lanterns and candles spreading an atmospheric glow. As the revelers cleared away the tables for dancing, the musicians were taking up their [...]
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A lively end to the Rendezvous . . .
Posted in domestic life, Fall Rendezvous, Larry Spisak, Lee Miller, mountain music, Nancy Utt, Ronnie Utt on November 17, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
A meal to remember . . .
Posted in Cordelia Spencer, domestic life, Fall Rendezvous, Judy Wilson on November 12, 2008 | 2 Comments »
It was indeed a meal to remember, one of the most delicious and satisfying I have had ever, yet typical male that I am, I can’t actually remember the individual dishes very clearly, so I trust some of the ladies who were there will help me out. I got a list of the dishes afterwards [...]
Strolling through the Fall Festival at Pricketts Fort
Posted in Aaron Bosnick, applebutter, autumn, bear fat, blacksmithing, civilian militia, Cordelia Spencer, domestic life, Fall Festival, frontier forts, frontier women, Greg Bray, harvest, Judy Wilson, Lee Miller, living history, Okey Simmons, powderhorn, re-enacting, Shawnee, Tom Carson, Virginia frontier, wigwam on October 20, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
a tale of two breakfasts . . .
Posted in Aaron Bosnick, domestic life, Judy Wilson, Michael Ray, sheep on May 31, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Rainy and muggy, it’s beginng to feel like summer. The rain came down so heavily on my way to the fort that I had to pull over off the road for about 15 minutes. There were tornado warnings. The sun didn’t make a sustained appearance until the afternoon, so the fort was completely quiet all morning. [...]
miserable, wet & cold
Posted in Aaron Bosnick, domestic life, flintlock muskets, frontier farming, frontier forts, frontier kitchen, frontier women, Judy Wilson, kitten, Lee Miller, living history, Michael Ray, Monongahela River, Shawnee, sheep, Tom Carson on May 10, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
A cold wet miserable Saturday morning — just the sort of morning I especially enjoy at the fort, particularly after a long hectic week of school tours and crowds of children. Saturday means no field trips and a cold miserable rain means few visitors to speak of, and a chance to catch up on essential tasks. The passage [...]













































