We Make History: The 2007 Civil War Ball

Letters from our Friends

Dear Lord Scott:
Thank you once again for your generous Southern hospitality. We really appreciated all that you and your family did to put this ball together. This was our 1st ball that our Family has attended. What an experience! We had such a great time that we are already preparing for the next one. While the dressing up and dancing were quite enjoyable, We hope that these balls will built up in our children a confidence in social gatherings, and give them the opportunity to behave as proper gentleman & ladies.

This opportunity would not be available to us if it were not for you and your family. So, once again Thank You so Very Much! for a splendid evening. We look forward to seeing you and the rest of the "We Make History" family at the Prescott Picnic and hopefully the Highland Ball. Here are a few of our favorite pictures from our splendid evening. Our prayers are with you and the "We Make History Family," may God Bless all your efforts.

God Bless You,
Mark & Margy McG., Tucson, Arizona

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Greetings Colonel Scott,

The 2007 Civil War Ball was the first We Make History Ball I have been to, and I must say I thoroughly enjoyed myself. I will certainly attempt to attend more events, but I am limited in that I will be serving in the United States Army. I will rest assured that I will be protecting our U.S. citizens and their privilege to gather to events like this. I thank you for a good time and lively dancing.

In Christ,

Timothy J. C.

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Dear Lady Scott

I do hope this letter finds you well and quite recovered from the Civil War Ball. My entourage was delighted by the evening. The dashing soldiers and beautiful belles were breathtaking! Thank you again for being a warm and charming hostess.
Fondly,

Miss Mary of Celery

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My Dear Lord Scott and Family,

Once again I must thank you for a wonderful time. The Civil War Remembrance ball is one of my favorites and I truly enjoyed myself. Thank you for all the hard work you put in to making these evenings a possibility.

I'm looking forward to seeing you all in a few weeks here in Prescott at the picnic. As I told Lady Scott, I am already practicing my lawn bowling!

Love to you all...

Miss Alia F.

Frederick County

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Dear Capt. Scott,

The recruits of the 1st Virginia once again proved their fortitude under fire is matched, if not exceeded by, their character and honor. They are such a fine complement to our beloved Virginia Belles!

The dancing, as always, was wonderful, and that leads me to a Miracle Moment. During the first Virginia Reel, my set unsynchronized from your calling. I am not sure how. But wonderfully, even though there were several newcomers among us, we continued on our own without missing a step. We made nary an error, and we all hinted to each other what figure was coming next. Like proud Virginians, we demonstrated our love of dance, and when the music ended, we all had a lot to smile about!

As for that other Virginia Reel -- the 27-minute one for those of us keeping time -- my shins still ache with happiness. One truly must sacrifice for the ladies.

Thank you so much for such an incredible evening. Long Live Virginia!

Wishing Blessings Towards All,
Your Friend And Humble Servant,
Pvt. Christopher F.

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Dear Captain Scott,

I had a wonderful time this last weekend at the Civil War ball. Though I must confess a bias for my reasoning, I do believe that it was the best Civil War ball I have yet attended.

The drop dead reel was the best dance of the evening, although I must say that it would be interesting to some time see just how long a set of 1st Virginians would actually go... All night perhaps?

I must ask forgiveness for my scandalous behaviour in removing my jacket during the set. (This was much to the consternation of my beautiful partner, who threatened to toss me out if I didn't replace the jacket in short order.) I might add however, that you should try it sometime - afterwards I felt incredibly cool and renewed, and quite ready to dance the entire set again if necessary.

I'd never had lemonade 'spiked' with mint before... Not bad if I do say so. I'm now inclined to try it regularly myself.

The Civil War ball is in fact my favorite, short of the Christmas Ball, which simply cannot be surpassed on account of the joy of the season and the number of friends who end up coming.

I hope to see you and your family at the historic weekend on the 14th.

In Christ,

-Mathew E.

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Dear Lord Scott

What a beautiful ball! The soldiers were so dashing and the Virginia Belles so very beautiful. Thank you again for such a magical evening.

Regards,

Miss Mary of Celery

Oro Valley, Arizona

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Sir;

I apologize for not having a chance to speak to you before having to leave the ball. I want to let you know it was very enjoyable and plan to attend some of your events in the future. Thank you very much!

Sincere regards,

Mr. Charles M.

Phoenix, Arizona

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Dear Lord Scott:
Thank you once again for your generous Southern hospitality. I really appreciate all that you and your family do to put these balls together. The beverages (particularly the Mint Juleps) were quite refreshing. One of my most memorable moments of the ball was when you, Sean, and I were in the three chairs for the cookie dance and instead of all three of us sashaying down as several groups had done before, Sean gave me a piggyback ride instead (and what a gallant rider he was). Then when I got back in line and found myself in a chair holding the cookies once again, you happened to be sitting next to me, looked over at me and simply replied "don't even think about it."
I also verily agree with the closing remarks you made at the ball. While the dressing up and dancing are quite enjoyable, these balls have also built up my confidence in social settings, shown me how to be a more proper gentleman, and allowed me to enjoy the company of many different and interesting people; and though each person is different, they all share a common courteous character that can't be mistaken.
Thank you once again for a splendid evening, and I look forward to seeing you and the rest of the "We Make History" family at the Prescott Picnic.
God Bless,
Josh S. Prescott, Arizona

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Col. Scott – My most vivid memories and greatest pleasure from the 1862 Remembrance Ball (other than being able to do the Virginia Reel) was the look of absolute joy on so many faces showing their utter delight with the evening and with the company present. This memory was followed closely by the presentation of the Virginia Belles. I only wish there were more counties in Virginia if this was a fair representation of the beauty of Virginia.

I Remain,

Your Friend and Humble Servant,

1^st Sgt. Mike C.

1^st NMVI, Co. B

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Col. Scott:

A wonderful time was had by both myself & "Meine Genaedige Fraulein", Shelley R.

WMH's example has indeed been an inspiration to myself, currently one of my NEW pet projects is attempting to get 20^th Century re-enactors to ALSO aspire to a higher standard of behaviour, with the 100th Austrian serving as the example...well, 20th Century example at least! :-)

2nd Lt. Zachariah Kvaternik, 28th NY Infantry

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What can be said - but the ball was wonderful. Among the few familiar faces were many new ones, providing the opportunity to make new acquaintances. There was hardly a moment that was not worth having sore feet the next day. Despite the rapid pace of the dances, I would dare say that many (myself included) were reluctant to see the end, and would likely have tried to continue longer. This ball was a very welcome break from the usual - and I truly look forward to finding time for another ball.

Pvt. R.

3rd U.S.

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Even In The Darkest Hours...

It is 1862.
Union forces are on the Peninsula.
Yankees advance toward Richmond.
Yet Virginia’s finest ladies and gentlemen find reason to celebrate and hope for the future in a glorious ball presented by the 1st Virginia Volunteer Infantry and We Make History.

Adapted from the journal of Private Christopher Francis
1st Virginia Volunteer Infantry

“Be ready to gallop. Be ready to reel.” Captain Scott advises the gathering before him - - soldiers and commanders of the 1st Virginia and the awaiting Virginia Belles.

Color pours from the ladies’ gowns, hooped and ruffled, fitted to perfection, evidence Union blockades are failing spectacularly in any attempt to efface the beautiful dressing of the fairer ones. The recruits stand proud in their powder- gray wool uniforms, buttoned in gold, decorated with lace cravats, kepis removed as social graces dictate.

Flags and tri-color bunting enliven the spacious ballroom, outfitted with a new wooden dance floor just in time for the festivities. The guests arrive from all over the country, southerners and northerners filing through the doors. A few Federals join in, setting present hostilities aside. An Austrian ally arrives to a warm welcome. A soldier from the modern world finds a room full of Americans grateful for his service. He leads the gathering in the Pledge of Allegiance and the National Anthem.

“Three cheers for the United States of America! Hip Hip…”

“Hurrah!”

“Hip Hip…”

“Hurrah!”

“Hip Hip…”

“Hurrah!”

The nation may be divided, but on this night, it is unified.

A contemplative Virginia recruit from Tucson stands among the crowds as they pair off for the grand promenade about the hall. Rested and renewed from skirmishes out West, he turns his attention to finding a partner. He does not have to look far. A young lady standing not three feet away graciously accepts his invitation - - a gracious bow - - as the couples line up.

All about, couples are greeting and exchanging names as their anticipation builds. The recruit smiles at his companion, but utters not a word. They both feel a little shy in this moment, preferring to enjoy the music of the Privytippers - - bass, guitar, fiddle and banjo.

The parade flows into the customary mixer, where couples meet and share a swing and a smile before changing partners as they circle around one another, stepping in and out to the side, simple steps intimidating no one.

Set dances might intimidate even the most stalwart Virginian, but not on this occasion, and especially not through the skillful direction of caller Miss Becky.

“They seem to build on each other,” one dancer notes.

He is right, for the first set dance incorporates familiar patterns from the mixer, and the second one incorporates moves from the first. Change up the chasses, stir up the swings, add a new move, and a new dance is born. The newcomers grasp it with ease. The more experienced and lively Virginians look forward to each new set with the anticipation of showing off their polish and poise.

“Do you have a dancing companion?” the recruit asks, quick to catch a lady alone on the floor, eyes searching.

“No, sir,” she answers, smiling.

“May I be yours?” he offers with a cavalier bow, one foot out front, perhaps dating him back one-hundred years to his time as a Continental soldier, or perhaps a nobleman. He cannot help it - - not that the ladies mind.

They are with the finest of gentlemen tonight, and a generous number share a special honor as Virginia Belles, that title bestowed on young women of paragon character who represent the best of society to come, each representing a county of Virginia in what will hopefully in a fully liberated Confederate States of America. A gallant member of the 1st Virginia escorts each one. With so many counties and so many ladies, the odds are quite in the gentlemen’s favor, necessitating more than one escort per soldier!

“Find your partner for the Virginia Reel!”

Start the pocketwatches… but not so fast. The Captain informs his guests this is merely an appetizer for the feast yet to come - - a marathon reel. Stonewall Jackson, he notes, was known to lead his men in short marches before the longer ones. Surely the same logic shall suffice on the dance floor.

He takes command and calls the dance with precision, getting the various newcomers acquainted with the steps they will be cavorting through in their sleep… lines in and back and in and back... first gentleman, last lady honor… first lady, last gentleman, honor… first gentleman, last lady, right-hand turn… first lady, last gentleman, right-hand turn… first gentleman, last lady, left-hand turn… first lady, last gentleman, left-hand turn... first gentleman, last lady, two-hand turn... first lady, last gentleman, two-hand turn… first gentleman, last lady, do-si-do… first lady, last gentleman, do-si-do… top couple chasse down and back… reel along the lines… chasse back, lead the lines through an arch of hands… reform the lines… start all over again.

Somewhere in this progression, the Tucson recruit’s set disjoins from the call. The couples fall behind. But disaster does not even wink at them. In a ballroom miracle, they continue on without missing a step, leading themselves, dropping hints for each other at the next steps, proceeding without trepidation and making nary an error. They are true Virginians, dancers for all their lives, unfazed at a few new steps or a few old familiar ones.

The recruit stands bedazzled at the set after the final notes fade.

“That was a fine job,” he compliments in breathless admiration. “That could have been a disaster! Everybody did wonderfully!”

Captain Scott relays a dispatch from the battlefield. The Army of Northern Virginia is pushing those Yankees back. Richmond is spared. It is not something the two Federals in the ballroom desire to hear, but encouraging developments nonetheless. Victories end wars. Stalemates lengthen them.

A rousing anthem from the 1st Virginia fills the hall.

“Then here’s to our Confederacy,
Strong we are and brave,
Like patriots of old we’ll fight,
our heritage to save.
Rather than submit to shame,
to fight we would prefer
So cheer for the Bonnie Blue flag
that bears a single star.
Hurrah! Hurrah!
For Southern rights, hurrah!
Hurrah for the Bonnie Blue Flag
that bears a single star.”

With such a rousing battle cry, how can any man resist the urge to enlist? But suppose an irresistible bonus was offered for those stragglers and doubters. Suppose a dance with a fine Virginia lady? All it takes is one of their shoes.

The new recruits line up behind the battle-hardened soldiers.

“Present arms!”

“Fix bayonets!”

“Charge!”

In a matter of seconds, the 1st Virginians storm the floor, grabbing their prize as if it were running away from them. Hands clasping shoes rise in triumph, the victors clutching their spoils as they seek the ladies who fit the footwear. As fate would have it, the Tucson recruit finds himself rejoined with the young lady he escorted in the promenade. She radiates spirit and thoroughly enjoys the next set with him.

Dancing produces many animated companions and a few unexpected ones. One mixer involving three-person sets starts out promising: a gentleman flanked by two ladies, with the gentleman passing on to other sets. Mathematics knows no ballroom decorum, however, and the mixer often produces sets of three gentlemen. The Tucson recruit sees it happen to himself three times in a row, most dramatically in a troika which finds him dancing with his Captain and Sergeant.

“You are quite lively!” the most superior officer observes.

“Is it possible for me to be any less?” the recruit responds, relishing the awkwardness like the next battle.

More amusing combinations emerge in the cookie dance, that highly anticipated, highly entertaining, simple to learn, impossible to forget mixer variation where ladies and gentlemen line up before three chairs. One in the middle holds a tin of cookies. Two others fill in the outside seats. The person in the middle then hands the cookies to one person flanking him before chasseing off with the other, preferably of the opposite gender. Then again, probability and ratios lack the proper respect.

The Tucson recruit ends up surrounded by the modern-day soldier and another gentleman, but the solution is not difficult.

“Let’s go.”

“All three?”

“Yaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

They roar their battle charge, plunging down the center of the lines, a cry guaranteed to drive even the bravest Yankee clear to Maine.

Energy and joy consume the crowds. They clap as much they can, the thunder of hands reverberating and piercing the air, leaving no bystander unimpressed. Even the bunting on the walls longs to join the assembly as it peels away from its stiff upright stance.

“The Virginia Reel!”

Now, start the pocketwatches.

For the Tucson recruit, it is more than a test of stamina. It is a chance for redemption. The last time he preformed this dance, he erred greatly on a crucial step in front of his commanders. Standing in the set with them again, he would show them he could dance it like a true Virginia gentleman and earn the respect of the lady who approached him as a partner.

Each corner honors… promising.

Right-arm turn… flawless.

Left-arm turn… good.

Two-hand turn… perfect.

Do-si-do… no hitches.

Chasse back and forth… and now let’s reel!

With the lady leading him just a little, he reels along the line with no mistakes, no offside moments, no red-faced embarrassment. Relief flows through him as he chasses back to the head of the set and leads the lines into the arch of hands, his task accomplished.

Minutes tick by and the dance intensifies with the heat of revelry. Exhaustion taunts. Yet the dancers pounce and stomp with escalating vigor in each repetition, shouting and clapping. They unleash myriad rebel yells and bellows of encouragement.

“You show ‘em how it’s done!”

“Yeah!”

“Hair flip!”

“Woo-hoo!”

“Long live Virginia!” the recruit shouts with half his wind as he reels through the line of ladies once again, buffeted by the fierce fire of clapping and stomping about.

Winded, another recruit yanks off his jacket, tossing it aside for the saving embrace of fresh air. It defies ballroom convention, but it keeps him in the dance.

When the last note of the Privytippers sounds, 27 minutes have expired. The point is proven, and the crowds have yet to see a ballroom full of Yankees top that.

The intensity of the reel dissolves into the grace of a waltz. The Tucson recruit chooses a partner who shows him how to twirl a lady, for which he is grateful.

“I would rather dance a thousand waltzes than anything on a modern dance floor,” he confides to her, even though he admits only a basic waltzing ability.

The Captain draws the evening to a close with words of thanks and an observation on how the arts have the overlooked ability to inspire us.

“Who here has been inspired?”

A confident cheer rises from the crowd.

Many continue the celebration with a hearty meal at a nearby establishment of modern-day treats. Good food meets good company, and the clash of centuries does not go unobserved by the establishment’s modern-day patrons who smile in amusement. Even in the darkest hours of war, joy prevails, follows us, and dwells within us back to where we came.

More fond memories, recollections and stunning beauty -- our Virginia Belles, of course -- found here!

STILL TO COME: A New Ball For A New World

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Virginia Belles

Gallant Gentlemen

Thank you all for your participation in this past Saturday's annual Civil War Remembrance Ball.

There were many highlights were there not?

Certainly the presentation of our twenty Virginia Belles must top the list but our 27 minute Virginia Reel was right up there as well.

And we are glad to have received so many favourable reports regarding our refreshing "mint juleps"!

The night seemed to fly by ... all too quickly ... but your smiling faces made for a strong and lasting impression of happiness and joy.

And the memories have been ensconced through photographs and letters which we have placed on this very page. Re-live the joy!

And what is next for us?

Our 18th Century Prescott Picnic on April 14th is an annual day to enjoy the family of WMH in the cool air of a green park setting.

And then...

Exactly 400 years ago today a small group of settlers was somewhere in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean on their way to Virginia. On April 28th we will celebrate their arrival at the Jamestown Ball!

My friends, how good it always is to hear how our humble events are transforming and positively influencing lives. Take the lessons you have learned and positive examples you have seen and let us continue to inspire one another to carry these many good things with us into day to day life.

A blessed and joyful Resurrection Day to all.

I remain

your servant

in a good

and noble cause.

Lord Scott

www.WeMakeHistory.com

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