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Pirates of Paynetown 2010 - Bloomington, IN
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Epilogue: All the things found at the bottom of the picture barrel that
your author used to create this site, including some photos that
hadn't had the last vestiges of humor squeezed out of them; A few random
comments that seemed worth mentioning that didn't fit the main narrative
for whatever reason; and The thank yous to the people who made this
particular Journal possible.
"If I have seen further it is by standing on the shoulders of Giants." - Sir Isaac Newton
I don't know why the photo at left reminded me of that quote, but it did and so I put it in here for you. I know, I know, that borders on seriousness, thoughtfulness and purposefulness. However, I have a strict policy when writing these things of including every stray thought that pops into my head, Ergo, I had to put it in here.
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Thanks to the photographers. They are the lightning that brings this monstrosity to life. |
Silas Thatcher Photo: Mission |
Mission Photo: Mission |
I also owe a debt of gratitude to Elizabeth Bostelman, Nathanael Logsdon and Michael and Kate Bagley for supplying me with much needed info post-event. Thanks, friends!
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There are a few people I started to talk about before I got distracted by
silly comments and ran out of room. Since I actually took notes at this event,
I thought I'd use them to add a few bits to some of the profiles in the main
Journal, beginning with event coordinator Nathanael Logsdon.
Nathan is working on a project to restore a house back to its original state. It is the John Work House built in 1811. He told me that he was quite happy they removed all the non-period 2x4s - non-period because they are actually 1.75x3.5s. I noted that this is the easy part; the first thing I did on my own house project (which is neither historical, nor being restored per se) was tear everything out. Five years later I am still working on re-decoration efforts! But Nathan was quite excited and is keeping a very detailed blog on his progress, whis is unfortunately no more.
(Photo: Jessica Bagley)
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While talking with fellow surgeon Albert Roberts, he told me that he always talks to people in first
person during his presentations. He decided to polish his English accent
after frequently being asked why he didn't have one. Now people keep
asking him if he was born in England, so I don't know that this strategy
to avoid questions worked very well for him.
Like me, he often gets questions about using alcohol as a painkiller. (It usually was not.) His explanation is that alcohol increases the cellular size and makes people bleed more freely. (I usually say it might make them belligerent. Can you tell which one of us is a high school teacher?)
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Then there's Suzanne Larner, the "cool girl" who doesn't quite
see why I called her that last year. (Sorry, it's not really quantifiable
in words... although the picture at right is suggestive.
Poor Lance Minnis - he doesn't realize what he's letting himself in for.)
She is the Director of Marketing for a real estate firm, which was something I
just couldn't imagine while talking with her. She majored in English
Communication and Theater in college, which helps explain her Mad Anne
Bailey characterization. She's been re-enacting for many years and she placed
3rd as a novice in the Women's National Muzzle Loading Rifle Association
competition! You can read her account of Paynetown
in
this blog.
(Photo: Elizabeth)
(Photo: Elizabeth)
I have talked quite a bit about Elisabeth Bostelman ( I do so love the irony of
writing about someone at the event I never met.) but failed to identify her
friends who are in the photos with her, mostly because I ran out of space.
So I thought I'd take a moment to swipe...borrow,
some more of her photos and do that as well.
At left are Rosanne, the Green Turtle owner and Maia. Elisabeth was co-manning the booth with Maia while Rosanne was off singing at weddings. Elisabeth told me she and Rosanne had known each other when they were young because they were both home schooled. They re-connected 9-1/2 years later when Rosanne convinced her to get involved in re-enacting. She told me that she had liked pirates since she had attended last year's Paynetown event, but she typically just follows Rosanne to whatever events she goes to. (Hmm. We have to get Rosanne to go to Pirates in Paradise...)
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I was recently sitting on the sofa drinking V8 when I came up with a new idea that I'd like to try out on you guys: a series of photos paired with movie quote and reference jokes. So let's begin with some with children or young adults or whatever they prefer to be called these days... |
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"Dear Doc, on the night I go back you will be shot..." |
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"You've got red on you." |
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Bradley as the feral kid on the beach. (He needs to rat out his hair to really make it work.) |
Hmm. That may not have made a lot of sense to most of you, but we must give the idea a chance so I think I'll do it again. Only this time I'll use adults. So let's give it another go, shall we?
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"You know, it's an ugly business doing one's duty... but just occasionally it's a real pleasure." |
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Mission's Collection)
"He's dead, Jim." |
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What really happened at the dawn of man. |
Well! That was some experiment in humor, wasn't it just? Yep, classic...something. I think we'll have to try that concept again, say, in 2034. (I really need to stop coming up with ideas while I'm drinking V8.)
Yes, I know, I know, I should be tired of that second joke by now. Yet there it is, despite the fact that I actually got an email from someone complaining about re-using that very joke. Dammit, Jim! I'm surgeon, not a writer!)
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I was notified that I missed mentioning a small boat. Since Paynetown
seems to be all about boats, I thought it best to remedy this. Above
is the Persephone. (The black one in the foreground is the
Persephone. I have no idea what the dark red one is called.
So, I technically missed mentioning two boats, but since I know
nothing about the dark red one let's just pretend it's not there.)
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There was a lot of talk about footware this weekend, so it needs a
section. First there were the gillies which you read about previously.
(Unless you skipped chapters or used Google. If so, start
at the beginning. It's a Journal for crying in the night, not a useful
resource!) Next was the fact that I never made it through a single day
without removing my socks (see the bizarre little Dutch boy photo at
left.) There was also a lot of other discussion about sandals,
particularly the rope sandals like those you see on Kate's right foot (at
right. She went around like this all day for some reason.)
Jay B. really wanted sandals, so he bought some leather ones from
Taylor Rose.
(Someone could make a mint here selling those rope things
here.)
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Last year Kate had been embroidering pockets. Being a guy and not
being able to sew, I had no idea what she was talking about until Shay
brought them up at
Lockhouse. I mentioned this and Kate revealed all (left).
Women's pockets go under their skirts! (But then why embroider
them?)
There was also a guy with a red bottle. I don't know who he is, but the bottle would have looked good in my Delorean Kitchen, which is red and grey. He also had a neat fishing get-up (far right).
Below left we find the staff of the Smoking Iron Alterations on a lunch break. That's Laura Dollinger, who must be related to Mike somehow. Someone told me that the guy next to her is her boyfriend, so I hope it's Mike's daughter. I can't precisely tell you what she's doing there, though. (Dot's scaddy.) Speaking of Mike, it's time for an update from the sporting world! Mike is now attempting a comeback in a new category: the Spare Van Tire Pairs Rolling Competition. You'll find him below right practicing under the watchful guidance of coach Michael Bagley. Good luck, Mike D.!
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Last year, I did a whole section on dogs in the Paynetown Journal, which you've already seen if you clicked on the hotlink for Phydeaux. (What do you mean, what link? Do you have any idea how hard it is to embed all these massively relevant links in this Journal? Am I working alone here?) Well, there were a lot of dogs there this year as well, but they seemed so normal after last year that I could hardly gather the energy to raise my camera to photograph them. Two stood out this year, however, allowing us to continue this important photographic tradition. First was the rare Nut Carrying Flat Wolf (below left) who hid in plain sight at the Tavern. He really likes to have his chin scratched, so Michael accommodated him below center. Then there was a guy running around with two dogs that really needed saddles (below right.) It would have been sort of interesting to yell "Giddyap!" when both of them were standing up to see what would happen next.
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While I was strolling about on Saturday, I found a group of people camped out on
the picnic tables at the top of the stairs leading down to the boats. They all
seemed to be gazing out to sea, which might make you think that they were just
like the pirates of old, longing for the song of wind singing in the rigging
and slap of sea against the hull of the moving vessel. This wasn't it at all, of
course. Nobody wants to be stuck on a stupid boat for months on end with a
bunch of other smelly guys like some of the pirates were. No, these folks were
waiting to see if the tourists would harass the boats. (This event is all about
the boats, after all.) When the tourists did do something, these folks would
yell at them. The tourists were really quite harmless, though. Take the guy
foolishly peering into the hand cannon's maw. He just wanted to sit in the
boat, aim it and yell "Bang!" really loud.
Below left: We'll teach those swimmers to stay in the designated swimmer's area...but good! Below right, Rosanne muses to herself, "Ah, those boys...always playing with their guns and shooting at people..."
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Below are just some photos I liked of people that didn't make it into the main journal. From far left, Connie Thatcher; the Thatcher's friend Chad with his son Nathaniel on his lap getting fed; the other Nathanael preparing to ring the bell; Jay Babcock with his campsite on his back and Sam the Pirate.
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Below left, I don't know what Silas is doing here, but if he were up for trial, I'm pretty sure he'd be hung as a pirate. Below center we have a nice pastoral scene... a period correct cooker, freshly axe split wood, frying pans and Zach Thatcher preparing to break into a large, fresh pot of coffee. (And you thought they were bad on sugar! Whooo-wee!) Below right, the Parthian shot - the skeleton inside of Daniel Boone of Kentucky's store. (How could I not buy something from this guy?)
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September, 2011 - When this page got updated to the new format, I lost all the old banners I had created for each journal. Rather than consign all that hard work to the scrapheap of graphic arts past, I am tacking them all onto the ends of the new journals. You will find it below. (I was really trying to match the sand with the background and... well... I guess I have made better choices. ;)
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