At the 2008 Tennessee Association of Museums Conference in Jackson, the poster for Historic Mansker's Station's 2007 Colonial Fair won a "Commendation for Superlative Achievement." The poster was, in their words, "instrumental in the overall look, theme, and feel of Colonial Fair."
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At the 2008 Tennessee Association of Museums Conference in Jackson, the poster for Historic Mansker's Station's 2007 Colonial Fair won a "Commendation for Superlative Achievement." The poster was, in their words, "instrumental in the overall look, theme, and feel of Colonial Fair."
Schoenbrunn Village
All the 'status of the art' surgical instrumentation to serve your dental / medical / surgery needs.
The FIRST Doctor gives one of his talks, it's been a while
since we've seen this fellow... did you miss him?
The Doctor demonstrates the method employed in the removal of a
musket ball with the aid of two stout-hearted volunteers.
The view of the fireplace in the Doctor's cabin there in the village.
A close up of the mantle.
I kicked my stocking'd feet up in front of this fire many times on those cold nights. When will we see our old friend the 1st Doctor again? Well, when you travel around as much as HE does, you're bound to run into him again at SOME point.
Sgt. McBee's Unfortunate letter
SCHOENBRUNN VILLAGE COLONIAL FAIR part 2
In the small hours of the morning, I placed the last of the dry firewood on the fire and prayed it would last long enough for us to go out and fetch more later on when it got warmer out. I could just see the first light of the day through the cabin window as I settled in to try to get a few more precious minutes of sleep.
The girls and I awoke to Sgt. McBee's knock at the cabin door, letting us know that breakfast was ready. We rose and dressed and I bundled the girls in their bed-jackets and cloaks. Lucy has gotten so big that she was forced to make due with her father's heavy gray wool over-shirt.
We were treated to a magnificent meal of eggs, meats, fried potatoes and assorted pastries.
I gave two detail'd surgical demonstrations for the benefit of the publick during the course of the day. Lucy and I moved the table out into the grass near the dogtrot of the cabin, so that the instruments could be seen by all. Lucy, as she has gotten older, has become a great help to me in my practice... tis a shame that the Lord did not see fit to give me sons to pass on the Art & Mystery of my profession to. But things upon the frontier are not as strict as they are back in polite society, and this allows Lucy to assist me to a certain degree. I dare-say, she could remove a musket ball from a wound as well as I! I have already taught her the first rule of a surgeon's mate and make her repeat it for me on command, "Mind your fingers!"

The girls explored the village over the course of the day and made new friends. I tended the table and discussed my instruments and methods with visitors as they pass'd by.
Captain Jack informed me that the girls and I were invited to the 'Williamsburg' style supper to be held in the schoolhouse that evening. I had been past the schoolhouse several times over the course of the day and watched its transformation into a grand dining hall, compliments of the fines ladies who had spent the day working at it.
We were met at the entrance by the doorman who took my name and escorted us to our places. The hall was warm and lit with a myriad of candle lanterns, a spectacular transformation. Two long tables covered in fine, white tablecloths dominated the floor.
Our meal consisted of a large green salad, a bowl of peanut soup, Turkey, Yams and Tomatoes (although I was hesitant to partake of the tomatoes as they are part of the deadly nightshade family), and a dessert of Apple Dumplings with a sweet, warm caramel sauce.
Sergeant McBee was also one of the honoured guests and we sat close to one another at the great table. We discussed our travels and such, and after our courses were served and cleared away, I pulled from my pocket a deck of cards for a little One & Thirty. I also invited another gentleman who dined beside us to join in our merriment.
Sgt. McBee on the left and our card playing companion who obviously needs a few more cards in order to reach the desired 'One & Thirty'. Rose and Molly look on.
Sophie, my youngest, entertained several of the wives in attendance by
singing and making the little 'Ensign Boggs' dance.
We ended up playing so many rounds of One & Thirty, that Rose and Molly even joined in with us. Rose enjoyed saying 'Have it' and getting cards, usually landing far above the designated 'One & Thirty' required to win the game.
The girls and I awoke to Sgt. McBee's knock at the cabin door, letting us know that breakfast was ready. We rose and dressed and I bundled the girls in their bed-jackets and cloaks. Lucy has gotten so big that she was forced to make due with her father's heavy gray wool over-shirt.
We were treated to a magnificent meal of eggs, meats, fried potatoes and assorted pastries.
I gave two detail'd surgical demonstrations for the benefit of the publick during the course of the day. Lucy and I moved the table out into the grass near the dogtrot of the cabin, so that the instruments could be seen by all. Lucy, as she has gotten older, has become a great help to me in my practice... tis a shame that the Lord did not see fit to give me sons to pass on the Art & Mystery of my profession to. But things upon the frontier are not as strict as they are back in polite society, and this allows Lucy to assist me to a certain degree. I dare-say, she could remove a musket ball from a wound as well as I! I have already taught her the first rule of a surgeon's mate and make her repeat it for me on command, "Mind your fingers!"
The girls explored the village over the course of the day and made new friends. I tended the table and discussed my instruments and methods with visitors as they pass'd by.
Captain Jack informed me that the girls and I were invited to the 'Williamsburg' style supper to be held in the schoolhouse that evening. I had been past the schoolhouse several times over the course of the day and watched its transformation into a grand dining hall, compliments of the fines ladies who had spent the day working at it.
We were met at the entrance by the doorman who took my name and escorted us to our places. The hall was warm and lit with a myriad of candle lanterns, a spectacular transformation. Two long tables covered in fine, white tablecloths dominated the floor.
Sergeant McBee was also one of the honoured guests and we sat close to one another at the great table. We discussed our travels and such, and after our courses were served and cleared away, I pulled from my pocket a deck of cards for a little One & Thirty. I also invited another gentleman who dined beside us to join in our merriment.
singing and making the little 'Ensign Boggs' dance.
We ended up playing so many rounds of One & Thirty, that Rose and Molly even joined in with us. Rose enjoyed saying 'Have it' and getting cards, usually landing far above the designated 'One & Thirty' required to win the game.
SCHOENBRUNN VILLAGE COLONIAL FAIR
I demonstrated again at Traveller's Rest for their 'Trade Days' event that they hold every year at this time. Publick attendance was fair despite the dismal and wet weather on Thursday, and unseasonably cold conditions on Friday. On Friday I wore every article of clothing I owned in order to combat the cold, including my apron over my wool coat. When this fail'd throughout the day, I would march about the table I used to display my instruments. The cold gives rise to thoughts of my next appearance at Fort Boonesborough in November and what the weather might be like then. I will have to remember to pack my heavy wool cloak to the Kentuckee region.Directly after our departure from Traveller's Rest on Friday, the girls and I began our long and arduous journey toward Schoenbrunn Village in the upper portion of Ohio, upon the occasion of their very first Trade Fair to be held there. The girls slept thought large portions of the trip.
We arrived late, well after most civilized people would be abed. Capt. J. Johnson and Sgt. L. McBee, knowing that we would be arriving very late, left a note for me on the front gate to knock loudly to rouse them. They woke and took me out to the 'Cooper' cabin where we would be staying. The cabin consists of two large rooms separated by a dog trot, but in readying it for my arrival, Capt. Jack discover'd that the fireplace in the bedroom had a hole in the stone at the base, and to build a fire in it would invite disaster.
I dragged the tick over to the office where the good sergeant had built a fire, and made up a big bed on the floor in front of the fire. I brought the girls in out of the wagon one by one, put them in their places and tucked them all in soundly.
My night was spent tending the fire, interrupted only by brief bouts of restless sleep.
Image courtesy of Glenn Tharp
My Life of Late
T SEEMS like a great deal of time has passed since last I took up to write in this journal. My mind has not been as devoted to it as it has been in the past, it has been preoccupied with other things. Life, the girls, my writing of papers for the benefit of others being among just a few of the distractions.Currently, I have been retained to create a series of broadsides that contain an amusing (and rather bawdy) song about the Cherokee for mr. N. Kobuck. I have additionally been retained to write a series of letters of various sorts, and an indenture contract. The contract will be my first.
I have also been retained by mr. Farmer of Fort Boonesborough in Kentuckee to attend their coming event at the end of this present month, as well as an additional event in November for the 'Kentuckee Woodsmen' and one again in Febry of next year in which I will give a chat by the fireside. I have been made to understand that, as a visiting guest, I will have a cabin for my use while I am there.
Captain Johnson, late of Schoenbrunn Village, above ye Ohio, was very kind to send me images of the cabin I will be staying in when I travel there next month to demonstrate the art & mystery of Physick. I believe he called it the 'Connor' cabin... two white washed rooms separated by a dog-trot.
The latest batch of letters

A letter from the Regimental Surgeon to the wife of Capt. Jack Johnson.
Black India Ink on white linen paper, sealed with the letter 'R' in red wax.
Click on image to enlarge, I believe it might be clear enough to read.
I took great pains to make these letters look as different as possible, different inks, different paper types, colors and sizes, different handwriting sizes and styles, I even folded them differently. The doctor's letter is a very quick easy fold, Mary's is a little more intricate and fancy.

A letter back to Capt. Johnson from his wife.
Brown walnut ink on cream coloured paper, sealed with a small flower in red wax.
I am particularly pleased with some of the little details on Mary's letter to Jack. If you click and enlarge the image, you'll be able to better see the stains of 'Mary's teardrops' as she wrote this letter. I would pause as I wrote and splash the page with water from a brush that rested in a nearby cup.
Letter writing of late
CONTINUE my recovery from the wound in the knee received at the siege. While I am rubbish at doing anything that involves a great deal of standing as of yet, all the sitting has given me an opportunity to catch up on my correspondence. My writing has been accompanied by Molly's pianoforte lessons. I have heard the same three songs bang'd out so many times, I daresay I could play them myself whilst I slept.The following is a letter written to the young fellow at Locust Grove:
Mr. Cushing,
It was a pleasure to finally get to speak with you in the Hellfire Club on Saturday last. I believe that I have found the means with which to procure a proper waistcoat for myself, but did want to inquire once again as to the origins of your fine black wool jacket, ruffled shirt and trousers. I would be very grateful if you would pass along the names of those that I might contact to have similar garments made for myself.Lizzie and I greatly enjoyed the talk you gave about men's clothing, it was informative and just the right length. I would venture to call it my favorite talk of the day were it not for the copious number of attractive young ladies in the style show. I think that I would have to rank your speech a close second to them.
I understand from Captain Martin, the fellow in the red coat and unsightly mustache, that I missed a greater gathering at the Hellfire Club Saturday afternoon. When I saw he and his wife at their four o'clock tea, he informed me that a number of gentlemen had gathered to drink and read some rather ribald poetry. I must confess, I am sorry to have missed it.
Know also that I would be very interested in a position in the unit you discussed as Physician. I have excellent references and all my own instruments, everything I would require to perform the tasks of unit surgeon. You may find my references, as well as my journal, here:
http://manskerman1780.blogspot.com/
I look forward to hearing from you in this regard. Until then, I most sincerely wish you all health and success; and am, with great respect,
Your most humble & obt. servant, etc etc...

My second letter was addressed to Mrs. Kish, the mother to young John. I was able to locate them through a mutual aquaintence, Ms. Davis, at the Van Cortlandt House.
My dear Mrs. Kish,
I am writing in regards to your son John, the brave young Grenadier whom I operated on during the Siege at fort Niagara. Being the surgeon that removed the prodigious splinter from your son's eye, I felt it my duty to inquire as to his health and well being. I was able to implore him to hold still enough to allow me to carefully remove it, once it was out, he insisted I allow him to keep it. After examination of the eye, I believe that his sight will eventually return to normal, he was very fortunate and brave. Your son repaid the favour when he aided as a surgeon's mate the next day when I was wounded upon the field.
I hope that you and your family are well. Please feel free to pass this letter along to your son, as I am certain he will be interested to see some of the attached images. My dear Lucy has done nothing but talk about John since we left the Niagara area, she being quite taken with him and very aggrieved by the great difference in their ages.
http://wayne861.smugmug.com/keyword/surgeon
As well as the images and entries in my journal at:
http://manskerman1780.blogspot.com/
I most sincerely wish you all health and success; and am, with great respect,
Your most affectionate & obt. servant,
Albert Roberts
N.B. Whenever your leisure will permit, it will always give me the greatest pleasure to be informed of your welfare.

Mrs. Kish checks on her wounded son John, as my Lucy looks after her favorite patient.
You may, gentle reader, have also found the kind note I receieved in regards to one of the men I operated on during the siege. It was posted here in my journal:Dear Sir,
I am most obliged to you for your services in removing the bullet from my husband's shoulder. He is healing quite nicely, and I am pulling out the linen strip as you instructed. Likewise, the bullet graze on his head has also healed quite well. I am most appreciative of your services.
Your servant,
Mrs. Hanson of Beall's Regiment, Maryland Forces

I have but one letter yet to finish, to the wife of my friend Capt. Jack Johnson, late of the area around Fort Pitt. Capt. Johnson is the man in charge of the fair to be held this present year at Schoenbrunn Village.
Dear madam,
As regimental surgeon it gives me great concern to relay to you the events of Febry. 16th. of this present year. Your husband, Capt. J. Johnson, was commanding a forage party out of Fort Pitt and were returning when they were set upon by a large band of French allied indians. Nine men were killed or wounded, including your husband.
Capt. Johnson was quite fortunate in that the musket ball did not strike the bone. Amputation was not required, but I am afear'd that he will be left with a rather noticeable limp that may preclude him from further military service. He is healing well and is being sent home upon my orders to convalesce. your husband will need to stay off of the leg in order for it to heal properly, I strongly recommend a fortnight.
Please give the Captain my most humble thanks for his service to the King, and know that I most sincerely wish you and the Captain all health and success; and am, with great respect,
Your most humble & obt. servant,
ETC ETC...

Mrs. Hanson, center, comforts her husband.
I have but one letter yet to finish, to the wife of my friend Capt. Jack Johnson, late of the area around Fort Pitt. Capt. Johnson is the man in charge of the fair to be held this present year at Schoenbrunn Village.Dear madam,
As regimental surgeon it gives me great concern to relay to you the events of Febry. 16th. of this present year. Your husband, Capt. J. Johnson, was commanding a forage party out of Fort Pitt and were returning when they were set upon by a large band of French allied indians. Nine men were killed or wounded, including your husband.
Capt. Johnson was quite fortunate in that the musket ball did not strike the bone. Amputation was not required, but I am afear'd that he will be left with a rather noticeable limp that may preclude him from further military service. He is healing well and is being sent home upon my orders to convalesce. your husband will need to stay off of the leg in order for it to heal properly, I strongly recommend a fortnight.
Please give the Captain my most humble thanks for his service to the King, and know that I most sincerely wish you and the Captain all health and success; and am, with great respect,
Your most humble & obt. servant,
ETC ETC...
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