Shades of Blue at Restoration Farm

Have I stepped into another century?



I am ambling down the wooded dirt road to Restoration Farm,
when I stop abruptly. Standing some
twenty feet in front of me is a blue-coated Union soldier holding a rifle. A little girl –perhaps 4-years old – dressed
in a country smock, her head covered in blonde ringlets, accompanies him. It is a strange vision. She says “Good morning.” He