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Lions Gate
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| Date Started: |
1988
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| OP Entry: |
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| Offices: |
Lion's Blood Herald
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Story Time
aka, how I met the SCA and some stories as I remember them
Oh the year was 1986 (oh I wish I was back there now!)
I was a Junior Camp Counsellor to a Cub Scout camp for the summer and our theme that year was Robin Hood! Us Rangers and Venturers camped in our tents off the side while our Cubs had the cabins in the South of Langley (soon to be known by me to be deep in the Heart of the An Tir Jungle! Known as the Barony of Lions Gate.) At the end of one week of games and outdoorsy fun of calling coyotes and deer, learning knots, playing capture the Leader as well as the Flag, some Robin Hoody costumed folk arrived on the Friday to demonstrate their archery prowess and show off their gowns and armour! It was fantastic! The next day, being freed from my responsibilities as parents came to get their cublings, I wandered out over the campgrounds and through some hedges. I was stopped short as I felt I'd somehow gone through a time rift! Before me were pavillions,
Ladies in gowns fantastical, Lords in shiny armour! I stepped back through the hedges and most certainly heard the traffic and the kids shouting. Back through the hedges, I felt I must have found another way to Narnia! What was all this? The Lady Ardelis, I recognized as one of yesterday's archers, stepped up to me and asked me if I wished to come see their "Harvest Fest". Why, yes! Of course! as I wandered behind her with my eyes wide in wonder! Soon I was dressed in the same fantastical dresses by Baroness Amanda Kendal of Westmoreland and Countess Melissa, and greeted by lords on their knee to wish me a good day with a kiss to my hand. I was stunned to silence as I blushed in my teen youth! I played games such as Wari, ran races carrying a helm to a lord who'd just raced in armour, threw pans like discus. In short, I had a blast! I raced to the main cub camp to call my mom to beg to stay over one night to see what all this was about because there was to be something about a Bardic Circle and more games and couldn't she please wait until tomorrow to come get me? I *think* I heard her say yes....and I blurted out a thanks, hung up and raced back! There were roasted 'mallows and steak pieces provided by a clan called the McBeigns cooked over the campfire, songs and stories, and some very lovely noble Lords escorted me chivalrously and ethically back to my tent to be sure I was safe and secure before heading back to their own encampment. The next day, my mom came to see what all the hubbub was about and met several of the members, including a Lord Aaron of the Black Mountain. He and his Lady Eriu invited me to the event next weekend called Sargeants and Yeomans and promised my mom to take good care of me.
I continued into my young adulthood, even becoming what was at the time known as the Pied Piper. Mostly, I puttered and partied, danced at Taverns, camped, waterbore and sung at wars, learned at Ithras. I would see things that needed doing and hop in to get them done. Not officially on any teams, but just as it made sense to me to help out. At the Baronial Banquet, December of 1998, I received from Baron Gerhard's hand, my first award, Order of the Lions Claw. I was very shocked, stunned to tears and had to be handed up through the Order to kneel before the Baronial Court to receive it. Soon after, I was sad but had to move to areas deeper into the far reaches of An Tir, to places called Cold Keep, Appledore and Danescombe. I did my best to stay, but mundania kept me busy for a long time.
Summer of 2013, we had moved back to the Lower Mainland, but had kept too busy to get back into the Barony. I had promised my children a camping weekend that summer. I had thought to take them to that War site, Clinton. Unfortunately, yet most fortunate, fires kept us away. I had promised, so I sought out what the Barony was doing. I heard of this local event called Tournament of Armies. I tucked my family into the event thinking there wouldn't be too many who'd remember that youth from so long ago.....I was wrong. The whole day and late into the night, hugs and cheers welcomed me back. Tears flowed as I was made to be home. My children's eyes were sparkly and shining with love for sword play and courtly graces and camping and fun. I heard of what Whalebone had become and asked my son if he would like me to find loaner gear to be in the Tourney at the end of the month. That was a very silly question, he was thrilled! September Crown Youth Tourney had both my eldest children in it, with my son earning a Chivalry prize for best and most glorious deaths! My youngest helped with water and grapes all around to all fighters, great and young! We were all hooked.
This time, however, things were different for me. No more content to serve in the background, I began as a Junior YAC Marshal and Baronial YAC Officer to help my son have fun. I helped at Feasts and entered into baking contests and auctions. One of my cakes were introduced as being made by Her Ladyship Sibhaidh. I had to correct the title, and she said, ahem, Lady Sibhaidh...ummm, no, just Sibhaidh. She looked at me quizzically, pointed at me and announced to the Court, Somebody fix this! The next summer, at Tournament of Armies, I was given my Award of Arms by Prince Thorwulf and Princess Wulfwyn (who had impressed me by taking over my court announcement of the YAC activities at that event, passionately reminding Their Court that the Youth should be supported to help us grow!)
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