By Aevin Mayman
The Preachain Clan is made of people who value, above all things, family; it doesn’t have to be by blood.
I have been a part of the Preachain family for as long as I could walk, and even longer before that. On the question of what we do, think Civil War reenactments, but less… civil.
We aren’t supposed to keep any technology with us, but the fire is never the only glow on all of our faces at night.
If you know something about history, you might’ve heard of the Celts. They were groups of “savages” that lived in Northeastern Europe a few thousand years ago. Absolutely hated the Romans. They were known to get into more than a few unfavorable situations and really, really liked to fight. Like I said, might’ve heard of them.
We readily follow our annual traditions. Inbulk, Beltane, Gaul Wars, Lughnasadh, and Samhain. Crazy names, but we like to stick to tradition. For each, we gather at some set location: some house, a recreational reserve, an out of the way park. We’ve since stopped the latter, as we got the cops called on us “Pagan devil worshippers” a few months ago.
That was fun, having half of us standing proud around the fire and the other half running around to try to change into more modern clothes to be presentable to the police.
So, just to clarify, we are not Pagans. Also, just to clarify, Pagans don’t worship the devil. But that’s besides the point.
What is the point is that this is home to me. Wearing nothing but old fashioned plaid, sleeping in tents with blankets of (only sometimes real) animal furs, and dancing around a bonfire singing the war songs of our Clan.
It’s home holding hands with my friends and family and telling stories of the fallen.
It’s home in the Preachain Clan, no matter what anyone else might think.