@realjohnboy,
The first man I dated after my divorce took a dim view of re-enactors, who he regarded as people without lives. However, I knew two re-enactors quite well. One was my son's second grade teacher and the other was my last ballet instructor (around the time that dancing made me dizzy, just as motion made my mother dizzy). Both were American Revolution re-enactors and avid researchers, as many re-enactors are. The grade school teacher worked in clothing construction while the dancer studied military marching.
We formerly lived in a town whose sister city, St. Germain, is a rail suburb of Paris. There were always kids from France visiting just as our kids were always in St. Germain. We hosted a friend of my daughter's during the April vacation and took her to the Lexington, MA re-enactment. What a treat to take a French girl there because of the role the French played in winning the decisive battle of that war. A year or two later, when I was hosting a Celtic music show on a local radio station, we did live coverage from "the Bridge" in Concord.
My mother was a huge believer in vacations having an educational content. We visited Washington, D.C. and Virginia, driving all the way, when I was 15. I had always intended to return, but, that was nearly half a century ago! My ex-husband never understood tourism. His mother always blamed him for her not having been able to visit Williamsburg during their years of driving from Florida to Massachusetts during the 1950s. I asked her why she just didn't put her foot down and say, "I'm the mother. I want to see Williamsburg. You can wait in the car (as kids always did back then)." She was surprised but she stopped grousing about not seeing Williamsburg.
Is James Madison's house still a private home? I suspect it is part of a national park today. At the time, it was a family residence and the lady of the house took visitors through the first floor after the school bus took her kids off for their day. We had to wait for the bus to leave before we could go in. I remember the woman as having been immaculately dressed and coifed, rather in the Talbot's style. However, she never made eye contact with us. We were the only ticket holders and I still remember the vista from her house, across the wooded valley to Montecello, across which Madison and Jefferson would signal each other with lanterns.