Dancing the night away at Ft. Stanton

I should have known better than to wear my Birkenstock sandals to a ball.  But I had only intended to be an observer at the Military Ball that culminated Ft. Stanton Live activities last weekend.

Ft. Stanton is located near the town of  Lincoln, in the pine forests of southeastern New Mexico. My husband Wayne is describing the entire Ft. Stanton Live experience in his blog (www.ccchuckwagon.blogspot.com).  I would like to focus on our experiences at the ball.   It was a unique evening that took us back into the history of the Southwest in the last part of the 19th century.  And I truly felt transported.

The Military Ball was listed on the schedule of activities as starting at 7:00 pm in the cafeteria. Ordinarily, it wouldn't have been an activity that caught our eye, but we are writing a second mystery novel, this one set at Ft. Stanton, so we wanted to pick up as much local color as possible to make the book more authentic.  The new book title is Forts, Farbs, and Phantoms.

During the day at the fort, we had talked to a teenage Civil War re-enactor and, just to make conversation really, had asked about the ball.  He described it enthusiastically and answered our nosy questions such as, "Are there plenty of young ladies to dance with?  What dances do they do?  Have you learned those dances?" He said, rather shyly, that yes, there were usually plenty of dancing partners and that he loved the Virginia Reel and the Hat Dance, but that he was still working on the Waltz. He said that "civilians" were welcome at the ball. We caught a glimpse of him later, decked out in his white gloves (de rigueur for male dancers, so we learned, because ladies' gowns couldn't be washed or cleaned). Later, we exchanged a mutual flicker of recognition as he danced by us.

The many buildings at Ft Stanton are being restored at different rates, but the cafeteria was still in rather sad condition.  A new floor was being laid in one part, but the ball was held in the older part, with a small stage set up for the musicians.  Plastic chairs had been placed around the perimeter, and there was a drink dispenser with lemonade and small plastic cups on a table in one corner.

When we arrived at the fort a little before 7:00 in the evening, all was dark and quiet in contrast to the lively daytime activities.  Camps were set up on the grass, and in several we passed, we saw re-enactors sitting outside chatting.  In one camp, there were singers harmonizing on plaintive folk tunes.  Kenneth Dusenberry, of the Artillery Company of New Mexico, decked out in full uniform and heading up the ball. appeared at the door of the cafeteria and invited all outside to enter.

 He began to paint a picture for us of the history of military balls at forts in the Southwest, describing how important they were for socializing in the days before technology, and how much they were enjoyed by all. Gradually, the old cafeteria faded away, and we entered  through a time warp into an era of dashing young soldiers and beautiful dance partners in hoop skirts, gracefully making their way around the dance floor. Some of the present-day participants were dressed in period costume, and even those who weren't took on an old-time aura as they danced the traditional dances.  Kenneth Dusenberry reminded the audience that women could not dance backwards very easily in hoop skirts, so if a lady fell down, it was always the male partner's fault.

The first dance of the evening was the Grand March.  I'm going to describe it in detail as well as the dances that followed in next week's blog.  I hope you will join me and find out what happened when I tried to waltz wearing Birkenstock sandals.