Toward the end of our tour of the Jamestown re-creation settlement, we were startled by a loud noise.
It was the Lord of Misrule and his motley crew.
During his reign, which lasted anywhere from 12 days to 3 months, the Lord of Misrule was responsible for arranging and directing all Christmas entertainment, including elaborate processions, plays, and feasts.
He was generally a peasant or sub-deacon appointed to be in charge of holiday revelries, which often included drunkenness and wild partying.
In other words, my people.
In the 17th Century they went door to door, and if not given appropriate amounts of alcohol? They caused a lot of mischief.
*Note to self – this might be a great way to score free booze next Christmas*
So these characters staged their little show and we watched. Naturally I took pictures and videos like everyone else.
So why did this happen?
Why was I singled out and dragged into the middle of the square for punishment?
Because I’m lucky that way.
Yes, they made an example of me and if the husband had been able to work his cell phone properly….. you might have seen video of me dancing with the Lord of Misrule.
But he didn’t and you won’t.
All you’ll get is a few more pictures of the boardwalk to nowhere…..
And a few stolen shots of the museum I wasn’t supposed to photograph.
On the way to dinner?
We passed a van of what I first read as ‘Hippie’ Christians and I thought, huh. That could be interesting.
But when we got closer I realized there were only happy.
Which in the long run is probably easier on your liver.
I remember hippy Christians from the sixties… THAT was pretty wild…
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Sorry I missed it.
I was probably teething…
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Watch the movie Vanishing Point if you want to see what it was like…
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I think there is video of you dancing and you didn’t want to post it just blaming it on your husband.
I’ve been forced to be easier on my liver and I’m not happie about it at all!
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I kind of wish there was a video because I was my usual snarky self and he threw me back into the crowd.
🤣
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I’ve read of the Lord of Misrule tradition, but never known someone who got dragged into it. You are one lucky tourist.
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Yeah. It’s a gift…
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I’m mildly disappointed that we didn’t get to see you dancing but even more disappointed that the Lord Of Misrule’s Motley Crew didn’t play “Come On Feel The Noise”.
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Yes, I understand the disappointment. But trust me… the music they were playing had a fabulous 17th beat. I could hardly contain myself from allemande-ing.
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“, and feasts.” I quickly scrolled down–nada! nothing! Not a food picture! Hang him!! Replace the Lord of Misrule!!
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Finally… you’re blaming someone else for the lack of food pics!
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I aspire to be the Lordess of Misrule.
“Shouldn’t that be the Lady of Misrule?” one might reasonable wonder.
Hell, no. If I’m misruling, I won’t be ladylike. (And “Lordess” is slang for Lady. So there.)
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Excellent point.
I shall endeavor to have the husband call me the Lady of Misrule from now on.
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I guess you didn’t see your husband jumping up and down and waving his hands towards you behind your back. Unfortunately he did all that without getting his camera ready first.
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Now you tell me….
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