The best muster EVER!!!! Weather was wonderful, friends were fantastic, libations were liberal, music was marvelous, jollification was truly AMAZING! For the first time in a long time I saw real muster etiquette — people calling out tunes rather than bullying their way through them, none of those let’s-practice-our-corps-medley-here-at-the-jam intrusions, lively tempo, and a true feeling of camaraderie that was much welcomed. That’s they way I remember jollifications!
The only regret I have is that there wasn’t MORE MOODUS! Not that we didn’t beg, plead, and nag them, but I guess they kind of had a good excuse, being busy running the party and all. . .
The corps performances were outstanding — just enough corps to keep you enthralled for the entire afternoon and the standpieces really made you wish they would play maybe just one more tune:
MIA, through no fault of their own (had to change the batteries in the camera):
- The Lancraft Fife and Drum Corps, who did their usual fine performance ending with the Rudimenter.
- A contingent of Ancient Mariners, who didn’t march the parade but formed a pick-up corps for the stand…nice to see Neil-The-Lazy-Drummer in line, though, instead of goofing off in the color guard
- The Colchester Continentals, who deserve special mention: This corps is comprised of ex-Marlborough Juniors, all grown up. Every time I see them on the street, I am struck by how admirably (and easily!) they prove “the juniors are our future.” You don’t have to do stick-wheels or play fancy tunes once a summer to be “our future.” You don’t have to dominate the muster field with large numbers. You don’t have to resurrect music from corps long gone. You don’t even need a special T-shirt!. All you have to do is continue doing what you’ve done every summer since you were nine to the best of your ability with a smile on your face and a tune in your fife (and drum), and then share it with others — THAT is our future! Thanks, ex-kids!!!!
If I left anybody else out it’s only because I made the 14-hour round trip in one day and am working on two hours of sleep. . . most of it obtained while driving on the Thruway. . .
I think the best part of the day was when someone discovered their three-year-old was missing. An emergency announcement, stopped the Mariners in mid-selection while everyone looked for the little girl. The fact that a dense woods ringed the field made us all look that much harder, and within minutes the little girl was found and returned to her worried parents, and the standpiece picked up just where it had left off. Way to go, Ancients!
P.S. All that mustering wreaked havoc with local traffic, causing widespread delays: