What it Must Have Been Like

I write something every day. It may not be much and it may not be planned. I work on my fiction less that I would like to, and have not worked on my Christmas story for several days now.
I have been too busy working on background.

This weekend was Fall Festival at Newlin Grist Mill. The site looked a lot more like and active 18th century homestead than it usually does. There were people everywhere. I had two chickens and two lambs in a small pen near the barn. The cow was home sick.
Spinners, lace makers, a gunsmith, millers, bakers, cooks, and the public mingled in and around the historic buildings.

One forgets that history isn’t about buildings but about people. To see the site filled with happy active people gives one a real feel for what it must have been like in 1750.