Colin and my historical interests break down along embarrassingly predictable gender lines. I want to know about the daily life: how did it feel to toil away in the summer sun wearing a long cotton gingham dress? What did it take to put a plate of food on the table? What was on that plate of food? Colin wants to know where the battle lines were drawn, who won and how.
We learned that each town at the time had a militia of all able-bodied males from ages 16-60, but that the Minutemen were an elite corps of the strongest men who trained weekly and were ready to fight in literally a minute. The cause for fighting, as told by our guides, was weighted with explanations of patriotism and lofty idealism. These settlers were fighting imperialist Great Britain for their rights and their land. Though, of course, if their efforts had failed, someone in British garb would be telling us about the unruly and ungrateful colonists beleaguerer the brave fighting Brits. But I’d still be interested in the buttons on their uniforms, Colin in their military strategy and Caleb would still be happy drawing with sticks in the dirt oblivious to the history but closest to what started it all: the land.