Well, darn it! There is a much anticipated lull in the reading and course prep this weekend, and I was so looking forward to some uninterrupted soldier painting. And what do you think happened? Yep, I woke up with a cold and slight fever this morning and had to miss not one, but two Friday events, a meeting and a professional development seminar. Not deathly ill, mind you, but I don't feel like doing a darn thing. Even picking up a paintbrush seems less that exciting at the moment. Blah. -- Stokes
Can't wait to retire to bed this evening with this new arrival! Earlier this afternoon, Digby Smith's Armies of the Seven Years War arrived with the mail. A quick glance through the book -- after wrestling it from its Amazon packaging -- shows it to be chock-a-block with information on the various combatants who partook in the conflict, their uniforms, standards, etc. While I've been aware of Mr. Smith's book for a couple of years, I only got around to purchasing it with some of Mom and Step-Dad's Christmas gift on December 26th. I cannot wait to examine it more closely later this evening, and might hit the sack right after supper with some fresh coffee and the book, leaving the Grand Duchess and the Young Master to their own devices for the remainder of evening. Weeeeeell, maybe not quite that early. . . but all bets are off by 9 or 10pm!
Thursday, January 4th
I just wrote my first review for Amazon.com on this book. It reads:
Not my own image, but you immediately grasp the point of today's post. So there I was. Saturday morning about 11am. Still in my pajamas and back down here in Zum Stollenkeller after breakfast upstairs at the dining room table with the Young Master. I returned to my chair here at the computer, second large mug of fresh French press coffee in hand, meaning to return to typing into my ever evolving mid-18th century rules a revised version of Mark Clayton's morale rules from Miniature Wargames issue #7.
I was about two minutes back into this activity when I reached for said mug of coffee, without really looking at what I was doing, and, of course, it slipped from my grasp. The contents spilled all over my keyboard, some papers nearby, a box of paperclips, and my non-functioning Swiss pocket watch that I've been meaning to take to the jeweler for repairs. Needless to say, I turned the air momentarily blue with muttered curses, took the steps upstairs two at a time to retriev…
Stirring scenes like this one, courtesy of the late Peter Gilder, are largely responsible for the way I go about the wargaming hobby now. Coincidentally, this is one of three early issues of Miniature Wargames that somehow turned up on the shelves of a hobby shop I frequented as a callow youth during the early 1980s. I still have the original copies, #6, #7, and #12, although I have since replaced them with 'newer' less well-thumbed copies as I have filled in holes in the collection of hobby print matter. Finally, I'll go out on a limb here and state that the covers of 'modern' wargaming magazines in current publication are rarely as charming or inspiring.
At its heart, my wargaming hobby stems from and grew out of playing with green, gray, and blue plastic
toy soldiers, tanks, etc. as a child during the 1970s. Probably like many of you GD of S visitors. I also
have very vague recollections of paging through a Phillip O. Stearns (?)
book on model soldiers a…