Sunday, April 15, 2012

Weekend Adventure: An Identity Crisis

"May I please get my picture taken with you?," says me, attempting to bat my eyes. "Sure, but you gotta hold my musket," says dude in the white gloves trying to figure out what's wrong with my eyes.

Yesterday hubs and I decided to take a little adventure to what was supposed to be a Pioneer Festival. But then the Civil War reenactment dudes showed up. Who were followed by the vintage car show folk, the crafty booth people, the dip-your-hand-in-wax guy, the funnel cake carts and the I-have-a-donkey-if-you-want-a-ride dude. Basically it was a festival with an identity crisis. My favorite kind.
The festival was held at Cannonsburgh Village which is in Murfreesboro, Tennessee. It's a village which is supposed to represent 100 years of early Tennessee life from 1830 to 1930. On the property there is a gristmill, a school house, a caboose, a wedding chapel, a doctor's office, you get the idea. The above was the general store.
The best part about the festival was that all of the buildings on the property were open. Inside of one home I was able to see the bedrooms, closets and wedding dress worn by the former owner. The tour guides were two young girls who looked like they'd just walked off the set of Little House on the Prairie. They eloquently explained all of the details of the home and it's former occupants.
The doctor's office...if I were a patient, one look at that frightening array of torture-inducing instruments would suddenly have me feeling MUCH better.

These bottles were on display in the doc's office. They look just like the bottles that Mitch (that would be hubs) and I found when we stumbled upon a vintage landfill on one of our off-trial hikes. You better believe I loaded up my backpack with old Coca Cola and 7-up bottles.
The only pioneers at the Pioneer Festival.
Excuse me, I have a question...does one actually have to become a Hillbilly Clogger in order to obtain the petticoat-astic dress and tap shoes? If so, sign me up.
These dudes kill me. They make it look so stinkin' easy.
I was so excited to see this old loom as my third and fourth graders are weaving right now. I told them the story of the giant loom I wove on in college in my terrible textile class...and how I accidentally cut a warping thread...and didn't fix it...and got a C in the class for it. But I digress. This Loom! They will love it.
The Wedding Chapel.
Snapping creepy photos in the bedroom of one of the colonial homes. I swear the giant black moles growing on my neck and Mitch's left eye are marks on the mirror.
And that concludes our adventure at the Pioneer/Civil War/Craft Fair/Food Cart/Clogging/Face Painting/and Henna-Anywhere-On-Your-Body Festival. Next time a festival of this kind is in your neck of the woods, I highly recommend you drop by.


  1. what a great day!

    i just went through about 4 pages of your blog and you are just too cute! what a fun personality and style you have. i would have loved to have you as an art teacher :D

  2. I like pioneer/folk festivals. This one looks like it was a lot of fun. I would love to attend a Civil War re-enactment. I quite like the shot of you guys in the mirror (warts and all!):)

  3. Anonymous8/11/2013

    got to your blog by searching for "hillbilly" and one of the entries was the picture of the cloggers..... seemed familiar as we've been to Murfreesboro for Dave Macon Days.... and sure enough, it was the cloggers at Canonsborough..... we spent a wonderful afternoon on our way through town visiting the "village," enjoying the music, cloggers and the buck dancing.... had never seen this... great afternoon


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