04/21/2019
Remembering Patriot's Day in Massachusetts - growing up in Lincoln (between Lexington and Concord) (where Paul Revere was actually captured!!) our family participated in the festivities for many years. First we went to the Lexington Green about 5 in the morning where the first shots were originally fired - to see the those tall, straight British soldiers marching in a firm line toward the quaking farmers who came out to defend their property. The event was short as they marched on through the green. Later, after marrying Chip Hendrickson, we would go up from CT, stay with my parents and go to the green dressed in our 18th century civilian finery. Looking like we belonged, we would duck under the ropes and step inside the reenactors area. Chip would tell people "We heard there was going to be a disturbance and thought we could come up from Connecticut to see what was happening." We felt part of the proceedings. However, over the years, the "battle" got longer and longer until it became a full fledged fight. Stretching history a bit. After that event was over, we would drive to Concord to have an early breakfast at one of the churches, sponsored by a civic group and finish up in time to see the parade of militia groups come through Concord. All the groups from surrounding towns marched along, some having music - fifes and drums - accompanying. It would all end at the bridge where the British crossed on their way through. After those ceremonies we would drive back to Lexington - this was all the same day - and attend the giant parade in that town. This had marching bands, floats and lots of local groups. After lunch we would head home exhausted but very happy to have been part of the memories of the beginning of our country's freedom. Chip and I continued on through the years researching, publishing and teaching others about Colonial dancing and music and civilian life. Who knew I would make my life in this endeavor from the humble beginnings in living history. I am grateful.