IN HIS MAJESTY’S SERVICE.
I belong to a secluded camp of history buffs. Simply. My studies,my work and a greater part of my life revolving around history and art history. In my canadian years this subject was a constant and haunting presence. A follower and a paparazzi if you like. Always appeared without warning and accompanied me on my journey. History itself was a celebrity in my pocket.
After the busy years in the art gallery I decided to take some time off from monotonous furniture work and polishing business. Lets do something way different! I applied for a job in one of Toronto’s prestigious museum’s. The job description was a bit vague,but I had an idea about it all. This museum and historical site was looking for historical interpreters and a visitor’s guide. Well, I applied for both openings and got both jobs, thanks to my multilingual experience and my easily sociable nature mixed with an insurmountable appetite for history. My job was a simple 9 to 5 engagement in the museum. I jump started it with a kick…..
Picture me: dressed in a nineteen century costume I’ve guided visitors across the museum, explained and demonstrated to them different chapters from the life of the early settlers of Canada. Me!? A sole Hungarian Settler in Big City who had no previous idea about settling himself first…
I liked it there.I worked the grist mill,carpentry shop and the broommaker’s house. Quickly learned all trades and tried to enjoy one after the other. I worked daytime in the 1800’s in period clothing( pioneer shirt and pants with suspenders and a wide rimmed hat) and period setting with period accoutrements forced to eat period food for lunch…. When I stepped out from this time machine daily after 5 o’clock I rushed to the first Subway for a tasty sandwich of the 21st. century or sometimes to the Mandarin for a nice chinese food. After the extremely healthy hardtack,black „cowboy coffee”,cheese and porridge meals of the day I had to have a spoil. Just like when switched my daytime claypipe to a pack of fine Belmont cigarettes in the evening watching Letterman at 8 in my lazyboy armchair at home. Do you think I stopped here? Of course not. I had to have an extended and sweet suffering to my history buff mind and notsomuch masochist nature with a slightly obese body…
I ensigned as a private in his majesty King George the Third’s army…. What? This guy is crazy!Yes I was crazy indeed. Here is how…
There are countless LARP (Live Action Role Playing) groups in North America depicting some sort historical reenactments such as battles,events or even a full time period. These groups has a strict view and choreography in the recreation of such events. Hard to get in and harder to stay in. Proper military trainings a must for a physically fit players…. I wasnt THAT fit. Well, after several battles and rough terrain training with a 30 kg kit-bag in a scorching summer temperature I became fit in no time. I was a sharpshooter in a special army unit called Rangers. This group depicted the time period of the American War of Independence. Each private kitted with red uniform including hat and kit-bag and a long land pattern flintlock musket. First I had to learn how to handle this weapon.How to shoot,load,carry and such. Somehow I felt it was easy at first,because I knew in theory about these weapons pretty much in details. Easy at first,when not in a middle of the battle,where rough terrain,hot summer heat,25 dragoons on horseback chasing you and you under constant fire by 10 sixpounder fieldcannons mounted on carriages……(to be continued)