For those of you wondering what happened to Pvt. Francis of the 1st Virginia Volunteer Infantry, he sent us these daguerreotypes from We Make History's Civil War Ball, in remembrance of that great conflict that began 150 years ago... and reassurance that all was not dark during our nation's darkest times.
Daguerreotypes provided by M. Cynecki
The young Confederate private has a peculiar longing for the days of his Colonial Virginia ancestors, when the minuet was in fashion. The kepi may have replaced the tricorn, gray now replaces the red white and blue, but something beautiful remains. And as always, Virginians love to dance.
Our host and hostess, the renowned Colonel and his lady, greeting the many belles. Hoopskirts fill the floor, floating and twirling about.
As part of the procession, a certain stately air is required. One could set a book upon the private's head and it would remain in place.
Standing at attention, and ready to dance. One must give the ladies their proper space to make room for those beautiful hoops.
Giving proper honors to the ladies. Everyone has their methods, and some bow lower than others. No matter, as long the belles know you are thankful.
The young soldiers stand at attention, ready to honor a selection of young Virginia Belles...
And here they are, one from each county in the Old Dominion, the ladies we have the highest regards and hopes for, the ones we're praying for, the ones we praise for their devotion to GOD and to making an impact on the world.
The young Private considers himself honored to escort at least one of them.
By request, the method of choosing a partner for one dance falls to the floor. More specifically, to the shoes on the floor deposited by the belles. Find a shoe, and one finds his Cinderella....
...but you'll have to fight for it. The young Confederate prefers the flanking maneuver to avoid casualties. These ballroom warriors are not the only anxious ones. Our commander must fret about losing some men before the Battle of 1st Manassas. (That's Bull Run if you wear a blue coat.)
Fortunately, everyone survives without a scratch and is in top form to charge forward again and again.
And afterward, finally, gracefully, that Colonial-minded Confederate can at last share a minuet with his beloved dancing partner.
More from this beautiful evening here.