So, life went on.
A few years back I met a girl who lives in Tyrone – the town where I went to school when we lived at the house. I told her that I used to live in Sinking Valley in the Fort Roberdeau farmhouse. I asked her if she had ever visited the fort.
Well, not only had she visited it – she works there as a volunteer taking part in reenactments and talking to the tourists and school groups – while dressed in costume.
Interestingly, she is a pastor’s daughter and at least one of the men who attends her dad’s church attended my dad’s church when I was a kid in PA. (My mom has remained in touch with him and his wife.)
Here are some pictures of Noelle at the fort. She is also looking for a better picture of the house for me to post. (Maybe I’ll actually have her write a post about working at the fort.)
What a cool chain of events!