Good things in, about and for Scadians

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So some of us are off site for dinner at West Kingdom Twelfth Night Saturday night. I look down the table to see my Barony's newest fighter being given advice from Duke Andrew of Riga (of the West) and Duke Jason Griffith (of Caid). Well, sort of.

While Duke Andrew is talking, Duke Jason is pantomiming everything Andrew is talking about. And these two have been fighting with each other for so long, it seems as if Jason is making the motions right as Andrew is saying them, not a moment after.

(x-posted to sca_dream)

"Because that is what we do."
I'm in two history-minded groups - the SCA and "The Vikings" (as well as their associated group, "The Vikings North America") and do this or that to help out... there is a woman in my barony who joined the SCA about two years ago and has been teaching herself how to sew, and how to serve, as a result of her interest. She is a member of the Great Dark Horde and a good friend. And being a good friend, she has been there as an ear to listen when I rail against the "anti-SCA snobbery" that sometimes creeps in when I'm dealing with members of the two more-authenticity-minded groups.

And when she learned that I was going to drive 5.5 hours (one way) to visit a group that ISN'T one I was a member of, to help them with their clothing and research, she volunteered to accompany me. Knowing that she would hear some slighting remarks and have to deal with a bit of snobbery. "Because that is what we do, right?"

Well, we did hear a bit of it. But more than that we faced a mountain of ignorance about the group's chosen culture (too many new members, no real teachers or trainers except for fighters) and this woman, who has plenty to do here at home, volunteered to come down again for a full weekend of sewing and teaching and keep coming until that nascent group of enthusiasts are fully set up to be reenactors.

"Because," she said, "That's what we do."

the innumerable people who serve
white outfit
i just wish to say that YET AGIN i had help loading up my merchandise, when my husband and i left an event (Bhakail Yule, as it happens) my knees were hurting, his back was hurting, but we were loaned a cart from another merchant and the van could be pulled up to the we were just going to load out.

and as seems to happen at almost every event, a kind gentle came up and offered to help. This one was tall and dark, but they come in every size, color, and gender. he pulled carts, lifted boxes, helped load the car, and (like many other helpers) seemed very surprised that i wanted to gift him with a small token of appreciation.

i usually dont get these people's names. sadly.
but they are everywhere, and they help to make every event much better

It needs to be said
I wish to speak tonight of the kids who were at the Metalsmiths' Symposium this past weekend.

There was a young man there whose mother later told me he didn't want to be there at all -- he was there because his family was there, and not entirely happy about it. On Saturday morning, he approached me and asked if he could take my dog for a walk. I agreed. I checked in with him several times, and he never wanted to give the dog back. He played with her from 11 in the morning until just about dinner time. And when he tied her up for me, he left her with a bowl of water. Played with her again on Sunday morning. Made the entire event easier for my husband and me, and for the dog -- and for at least one other dog owner on site, to my certain knowledge. I thanked him with a couple of the beads I made. I was amazed that his mom thanked ME for letting him play with the dog -- her son did me a great service.

Some of the kids took classes. Some played. Some tried their hands at beadmaking, or faience, or wire weaving, or enameling, or the other skills being taught. If any of them got out of line, they did so out of my sight and hearing.

During the feast on Saturday night, the great majority of the servers were under 18. I'd estimate the age range as between 7 and 14 or 15. They carried trays, served, ran back and forth for seconds of things, and cleared the serving dishes when dinner was done. They were quick and courteous and funny, and they were everything that's RIGHT about the kids who play our game.

A Royal Thank You!
Thank you.

My five year old LOVES the SCA.  She loves going camping, attending events, watching fighting, and yes, she even loves court.  Most of all, she adores royalty.

So thank you, all you royals that she has met, for being overwhelmingly gracious and kind to her, for listening to her five-year-old musings.  Thank you for posing for pictures and giving her favors.  Thank you for fighting with her with foam weapons and just kneeling there when she says, "Now King, the first rule is that you can't hit me!" and waiting patiently for her to work up her nerve to actually hit you. 

This is the embodiment of the Dream for me.  Thank you again.

Much March Goodness
Much populace participation and goodness at a recent event. 

A youngster found HM's wallet, turned it in and was commended in court for saving the weekend!  

Myself and others were able to turn in found money as well.  (Ladies, tucked in your bodice is not as secure as you would think, at least not at 4am!)

A  wake for a much loved knight was very well attended, and full of song and story.  The next day, fight-a-thons and other activities raised funds for the college education of his two young children.

One of our Knights was acknoweledged in court for consistently honoring the ladies of the list table with floral tributes during the Roses Tournaments.  During the "bits of business" with the King, he dropped and gave him 22, and (I believe) another Knight donated a dollar for each to the above mentioned college fund.

A bake sale was held for one of our officers injured in the line of duty.

Many beautiful dogs graced us with their presence and excellent manners.

All of the first round entries qualified for the year long A & S competition.

Gentlemen continued to carry chairs for ladies.

At the end of the event a short-but-enough of a rain shower dampened my tent just before I was taking it down.   As I finished teardown and was stuffing it under a table for protection, cursing the while, a new acquaintance offered a ride to the parking lot to pick up my car.  As an added bonus, there was a sweet beagle in the vehicle who came over and gave me some attention as I was trying to calm myself down.  Happiness really is a warm puppy!

A Heart as Big as the Stars
Almost 4 years ago I was stricken with Guillain-Barre Syndrome. It causes damage to the myelin sheath on the nerves causing paralysis and nerve damage. Cases can be mild or severe; mine was severe. My legs, left arm and diaphragm were paralyzed; I was placed on a ventilator.

I had my daughter call one of my very best friends, Katarina Peregrine who happened to be at Gulf Wars. Kat drove home to be at my bedside. I saw her almost every day. When I was weaned off the vent and transferred to a rehab facility, Kat was there - every day. She was with me when I stood by myself for the first time. She was there when I took my first steps.

And she was there when I needed a place to live. You see, we own a century house which has lots of stairs, stairs that I could not climb. So I went to live with her and her husband for 7 months until I was finally strong enough to manage to climb stairs and to go home.

My friends in the SCA were there for me when I was so much in need. My husband and daughters were there and were supportive. The rest of my family were no where to be found. I don't know what I would have done without my SCA family. I love them all so very much!

Being remembered, other goodness
After a long absence I became SCA active again.  At my first return event a lady I had not seen in years greeted me by name and asked me to help judge an A&S competition.  She was just a girl the last time I saw her!  It was like I had never left and it really touched me that she remembered me.

At that same event a lady graciously answered my questions about her garb, even though she needed to be seated.  I felt quite  embarressed when I realized my rudeness.  That lady is now my Queen!

At an investiture, a senior Duke loaned another senior Duke his sword, so he could swear fealty. 

People are still offering help to others with tents, fetching and carrying. 

And I am always happy when I have a chance to do something for others, or pay a compliment.

Thank you for starting this community!


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