So I finally de-lurked, and called hospitaller Geoffrey Griesegonelle.  We had a lovely telephone conversation, and I agreed that my next step was to attend the Shire’s weekly fighter practice, which doubles as the local meeting.  That was yesterday.  I brought my camera. This is Geoffrey, finishing his armoring. First, there were warmups.  I spent the warmups remembering I had a camera, and working up the guts to tromp all the way around the fence, around the soccer field to avoid the sun, and by that time they were on drills. (Click on the pictures to enlarge.) Elspeth and Edwin … Continue reading Meeting the locals

I’m finally bowing to the inevitable…or seizing my luck with both hands. The Tale of How I Found the SCA, orWhy Szarka Never Needs Help Finding New Projects, though she frequently likes company to entertain herself. Four years ago, when I was involved with Readerville, I met a member online who was also a member of the Society for Creative Anachronism.  The things that she described doing sounded like such fun, that I asked how one joined in the games.  She said, ‘oh, there’s probably a chapter near you, look here and see.’  I did, but the web page I … Continue reading The Beginning