http://www.themariners.org/archives/3 Mariners Tue, 22 Sep 2009 12:44:13 -0600 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.8.4 hourly 1 http://www.themariners.org/archives/3/comment-page-1#comment-47 Joe Wed, 28 Nov 2007 07:11:20 +0000 http://www.themariners.org/2007/09/04/i-am-a-mariner/#comment-47 Hey, We're trying to figure out who "meo1861" is? Hey,
We’re trying to figure out who “meo1861″ is?

]]> http://www.themariners.org/archives/3/comment-page-1#comment-46 meo1861 Tue, 20 Nov 2007 13:01:30 +0000 http://www.themariners.org/2007/09/04/i-am-a-mariner/#comment-46 It was at the 1977 Kentish Guards Muster where I first saw the Mariners. I had been playing the fife for two years in a junior corps well south of New England. Our corps director was an Army Major, and our fife instructor was an alumnus of the Old Guard and Colonial Williamsburg. We were taught to march with a military bearing and to take our music seriously, and here was the most glorious sight and sound that had ever witnessed in my 12 years of life. They didn't bother standing at attention, they all wore different uniforms, they didn't seem to know in what order the songs were to be played, and they marched onto the field with their tankards full of ale and executed a pirate in front of the crowd. I was mesmerized, transfixed, completely unable to take my eyes off of the Mariners or to stop talking about them for months to come. That Halloween I marched in our town parade in my version of a Mariner uniform, complete with bare feet. It was at the 1977 Kentish Guards Muster where I first saw the Mariners. I had been playing the fife for two years in a junior corps well south of New England. Our corps director was an Army Major, and our fife instructor was an alumnus of the Old Guard and Colonial Williamsburg. We were taught to march with a military bearing and to take our music seriously, and here was the most glorious sight and sound that had ever witnessed in my 12 years of life. They didn’t bother standing at attention, they all wore different uniforms, they didn’t seem to know in what order the songs were to be played, and they marched onto the field with their tankards full of ale and executed a pirate in front of the crowd. I was mesmerized, transfixed, completely unable to take my eyes off of the Mariners or to stop talking about them for months to come. That Halloween I marched in our town parade in my version of a Mariner uniform, complete with bare feet.

]]> http://www.themariners.org/archives/3/comment-page-1#comment-2 bacon Tue, 11 Sep 2007 01:53:33 +0000 http://www.themariners.org/2007/09/04/i-am-a-mariner/#comment-2 Tooth baring yelps of men - I love it! Dan, you've painted a great picture. Funny thing is that I have a very similar recollection as child. For me it was the crazy barefoot men stepping through the canon smoke at an old cornfield in Sudbury;Their fifes racing and their drums in a fury. Your story brings me right back. I'd love to hear how others first remember seeing the Mariners. Tooth baring yelps of men – I love it! Dan, you’ve painted a great picture. Funny thing is that I have a very similar recollection as child. For me it was the crazy barefoot men stepping through the canon smoke at an old cornfield in Sudbury;Their fifes racing and their drums in a fury. Your story brings me right back. I’d love to hear how others first remember seeing the Mariners.

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