Friday, April 24, 2015

Old New England Glassware in the Home - Part Twenty-Seven - "They of the Most"

Old New England Glassware in the Home

Part Twenty-Seven

"They of the Most"

            After the creation of EAPG and the... infiltration of that glassware into the New England home... and after the creation and infiltration of decadent design EAPG into that same New England home too... there came a pause; a rest period... a ‘nap’.  The “glassware”... was... in the home.  There was ‘a lot’ (ever more) ‘of it’.  The decadent design of glassware amplified at a direct ratio (one to one) with the decadent decline of the manufacturing qualities of ‘glassware’.  This ratio rode upon a marketing... development... that included access to ‘glassware’ ‘for the home’ through... ‘mail order’, ‘department stores’, ‘premium giveaway’ and the always ‘work-in-progress’ of... ‘fashion’.  This last carried ‘implied (good) taste’ too.  For example, a cereal boxed premium giveaway ‘spooner’ (a kitchen table pressed glass vessel for holding the (stamped brass and ‘silver’ [in name only] plated spoons to eat the cereal) was presented to the... developing and expanding... middle class domestic vision... of...  material opulence****... inclusive of this presentation offering NO design education or ‘history’ AND postulating that ‘this crud’ (the premium giveaway glassware) “IS GOOD TASTE SEE”....:  Lifeboats in the water; the Titanic of EAPG had hit an iceberg and
            Down it went
            Not quite... I explained...:  In its habitat (cupboard) it (EAPG) was ‘just’ moved back and to the sides (Part Twenty-Six [C]).  It stayed there... “undisturbed”.

**** :  I up-ante that ‘material opulence’, particularly... when viewed from an antiquarian eye resting upon ‘good taste’... was here (late Victorian ‘gay nineties’) introduced and... continues to this day... to be THE guiding light of ‘good taste’ for... ‘the they’ of... ‘the most’.  That means, for example, that the pair of sneakers that a ‘you like’... is used as a derivative directive of what ‘is’ ‘good taste’... particularly since there are ... ‘so many (pairs of sneakers) to choose from’.  It is that bad and comes from that ‘long ago’ too.  Again, for example... take the design heritage of ‘towels’:  “No one knows that” yet... ‘foist’ of ‘their taste’ in and of towels... is rampant.  As the woman said:  “Bathrooms!  Don’t talk to me about bathrooms!” (Part Twenty-Six [C])

            By the era of perfected killing of humans with mechanized war (Civil War-1863-ish to the end of World War One)... old New England glassware... in the home... stayed out of sight.  One could not fly over enemy trenches and drop an... EAPG compote as ‘a bomb’.  This compote... developed its peculiar domestic state:  It ‘floated’ in the (old New England) home while... ‘all Hell broke loose’ right around it.

            At the Louisa May Alcott homestead museum in Concord, MA., one may see an example of this.  There is a ‘diamond point’ pattern EAPG compote ‘in there’; inside the museum... that is still... part of the ‘original Alcott home estate contents’.  I’ve... seen it... and watched it... ‘float’ ‘in there’ for years.  This is easy for it is the most prominent object of ‘old New England glassware’ (EAPG) in THAT home.  Sometimes it’s ‘there’, sometimes it’s ‘over there’ or... sometimes ‘right there’ or... sometimes NO WHERE IN SIGHT.  But when I go back again... “Oh... there it is”.  Nothing, no one, anything, ever... is ever... about it.  It just floats.  One, now, after study of EAPG through this essay... WILL be able to ‘do this too’:  Locate and track an ‘EAPG... FLOAT’ ‘in the home’... and like I... ‘watch it for years’.
            I do that.
            So can you.

            Meanwhile back at the cupboard bottom the rest of the EAPG stayed... literally... ‘out of sight’ AND ‘out of mind’.  Until after the (WWI) war.  Then... there... within the grail of ‘colonial revival’... FASHIION... having this fashion... rosed, rised, risen and “OF THAT” beginning in the ...1850’s... and before... to peak, plateau, ‘fall back’ and become thereafter a ‘known’ ‘fashion’... caused... for reasons having nothing to do with me.  Or you.  To... TOO.... “FIND” “OLD” “GLASS”
            And then find that finding ‘interesting’.
            And then a ‘study’ of ‘that’ (old glass).  Sort of.
            And then a ‘gather’ of (some of) that.  Sort of.
            And then... came to be heard... “I collect”
            “Old Glass” (capitalized title of subject).
            This ‘I collect’ is NOT what I’ve have been expostulating about as ‘old New England glassware in the home.

            The “I collect” imperative is the first direct assault of the habitats of old New England glassware... in the home:  THEY (collectors of ...EAPG...) opened the cupboard doors and ‘carried off’... the innocent earliest of the glassware that ‘I live here.  Leave me alone’ (Part Twenty-Six [B]).
            You know what those; this select collector group from the ‘they of the most’, did with their carry off?  They washed it.  And put it on a cupboard shelf too, to, as they titled it, “display”.  And discoursed amongst themselves regarding pattern, form, glass metal qualities, “I have”, “I’ve seen”, “did you know” and, of course... “I’m keeping that”.  THESE CRUDE collector ‘they of the most’... removed old New England glassware from it’s original habitat and then displayed it in captured ‘collector’s prisoner’ state on their own cupboard and... would not let go of it (their captured... ‘collected’ ‘old’ ‘glassware’.

            That practice lasted until ‘they of the most’... got sick of ‘doing that’ and ‘doing that’ ‘fell out of fashion’ (peaked, plateaued, fell back and is.. still around... nearly one hundred years later).  Sort of.  What does ‘sort of’ mean?  It means... check your smart phone... after taking the cupboards out of the dining room and leaning them up in the barn to put in a window “I don’t know yet” (if these cupboards will, too... be sold into collector slavery).

            Isn’t this nice?  NOT quite as nice as PLASTIC... is it.  THAT is nice when your lips
Touch that;
When your sips
Are plastic.

            I believe we all know now of the extent of the petroleum foot print and it’s influences on design... on glassware... in the home.  Even juice glasses are plastic “now”.

Tuesday, April 21, 2015

Old New England Glassware in the Home - Part Twenty-Six (B) - "I live here. Leave me alone."

Old New England Glassware in the Home

Part Twenty-Six (B)

"I live here.  Leave me alone"

            As the quality of the materials, of the manufacture and... the monetary cost... of EAPG glassware ‘declines’ and transitions to a decadent yet opulent sewer of a system of “GLASS” “WARE”... the habitat of the ‘early’ EAPG does not
            Do much of anything.
            Glassware did not ‘go’ in the barn.  The shed.  Or the bedroom... of the New England home... except ‘occasionally’.  For the most part, the skimpy and fleeting supply of the ‘early’ EAPG was protectively stored in cupboards on the first floor ‘of the home’.  That is where ‘old New England glassware’ was ‘in the home’.  NOT remarkably it is a ‘still is’ (there) TOO.  It is a sense of its domestic iota that establishes its habitat.
            The first... and finest (antebellum) period of glassware went into cupboards of (New England) homes that were ‘there’ (pre 1835) or, I accommodate, a... ‘just-built-then’ ‘there’ (1835-1860).  These homes were antebellum ‘agrarian aristocracy’ farm houses, sea captain’s mansions and the ‘those on the upper end of Main Street’.  I have referred to these “old” New England homes as we have gone along.  I remind that the homes on upper Main Street (from Part Eleven [C]):

“The me... alone with my art eye... in YOUR great grandmother’s great grandmother’s ...old New England home:  You know those... the white houses on the upper end of Main street that have ‘been there’ ‘forever’ and the ...not enhanced by professional services... exterior (shutters, shrubs, lawn) ‘has been the same like that forever’ AND one never sees ‘anyone’ ‘there’ AND:  Yeah; you know EXACTLY the houses I’m talking about.”

            Including... those farm houses and sea captain’s mansions... too.

            In the home... in the cupboards... is where the old EAPG glassware was.
            There was not that much of it; the ‘early’ glassware.  No; not that much ‘in the home’.
            That is right.
            When it was not being used it was ‘kept there’ (cupboards).  When it stopped being used it
            Stayed there.  It didn’t need to ‘go’; it didn’t ‘bother’ anyone ‘there’.  And Yankees don’t ‘throw out’.  If an ‘anything’, this ‘early’ EAPG moved slightly to the rear and side edges of the cupboards as ‘NEW’ old EAPG glassware was ‘added’ to the ‘home’.  And:
            These homes were ‘family’
            No one spent their time counting up old (New England) glassware in the home
            “Glassware” was understood, at best, as ‘being there’ ‘in the home’.
            Glassware ‘lived there’; in the cupboards.  It was its habitat.  It has stayed that way for nearly two hundred years.
            It is still there.

            Washing one’s hair.  Washing the dog.  Washing the car.  Washing the driveway.
            The shutters
            The siding
            The deck
            The... power spray
            Water frolic of life that is the ‘until’.
            When the power spray combs the driveway, those whose habitats are disturbed
            Surry away (“When they get wet they crawl away”).
            I am inside for all that ‘watering’.  I kneel down before
            The open cupboard door.
            IF I HAVE BEEN ‘that lucky’ I am the FIRST ONE to
            View the habitat
            Of the early EAPG “IN THERE”; the YOUR great grandmother’s great grandmother’s.
            You are “late”... I know.  I must hurry.  I close the cupboard door and say nothing.
            I know what I saw.  Were there twelve.  Or just eleven?***
            It doesn’t matter
            At a buck apiece
            Does it.
            Who gets to ‘take them out’; destroy their habitat.  “OH you don’t even know what I’m talking about do you”.  The front goblet; it said to me:
            “I live here.  Leave me alone”.

*** :  A...”twelve”... “or just eleven”... Portland (Maine) Glass Company “Loop and Dart” pattern EAPG goblet... set.  Eleven?  “Someone broke one”.  Not me.  I bought them; the ‘eleven’. I...:  She... “No...she doesn’t know”.  ‘Portland glass’ is an... ah...; an ‘ah’... of EAPG.  As the trained eye denotes very quickly it is a ‘Victorian’ pattern; not an ‘Empire’ or ‘Transitional’ EAPG pattern.  So it is ‘later’.  But it is a ‘fine’ pattern; quickly becoming understated to the eye...; becoming a supple ‘Victorian’ ‘elegance’.  Carrying this water-bucket-from-the-well further... is the problem that... the... Portland Glass Company...ware... they made... is of  EXCEPTIONALLY fine ‘glass metal’ quality.  Clarity.  Brilliance, ‘feel’ (heft) and... ‘to the eye’...quality of ‘finish’: just astonishingly consistent persistent exceptionally high-fine quality... held in the hand.  If one handles old glassware (EAPG) it is ‘impossible to miss’.
            And... the loop and dart ‘pattern’ is a ‘their’ (Portland Glass Company’s) “Patented” and signiture pattern... of their... ‘glassware production’.
            And, again, it is supple; Victorian supple.  Too.
            If it was not for the obsessive and persistent brilliance of the glass metal... this ‘it’ would ‘never’.  But... as it is... a Maine made EAPG glassware... it is ...brilliant.
            The part that will ‘bother’ the most... is the remarkable management of how much metal is actually ‘there’.  The ratio of metal is exactly one to one with the supple quality of the pattern... in... the... hand.  Including ‘bell tone ring’ and, again... glass... ware brilliance.  It is a ‘coming together’ of EAPG glassware that, too, due to the ‘supple’ quality... GOES RIGHT BY... most people’s

            How many times do you think I have done that:  Be a ‘the first one’, hear the glassware scream and then
            Destroy the habitat?
            Wouldn’t you like to be the stupid fool STANDING next to me as I
            “UNLOAD” the cupboard.
            Your stupid shoes.  Your stupid feet.  Next to me.
            I set the ‘glassware’ out on the floor beside the cupboard to
            Isolate the ‘lot’
            I bought.
            The feet move away from me as I stand up.
            I go to the next cupboard.
            “Did I turn the hose off?  Willy:  Check for me”.

            The house has been owned by (“in”) the family for exactly as long as the glassware has been in the cupboard bottom... plus fifty years (1806).  They built this front addition in 1822.  The cupboards were built ‘in’ when the dining room was ‘finished’.  “The president of Bowdoin College...”
            And that story trailed off.  I murmured something.  I think.
            “Senatorial race”.
            “A full renovation”.
            OK:  That LAST catches my ears... on either side of the... back... of my head.  My headlamp is shining forward from my head on the ‘glassware’ in the ‘cupboard bottom’.
            I set the lot I purchase out
On the floor
            And close the cupboard door.

            I didn’t leave anything in the cupboards.  I destroyed the entire habitat.  I was very well aware of exactly what I was doing while I was doing it:
            I was ‘very there’ about all of it.
            So what.
            The habitat was destroyed.  I mean...:  I did it.

            “We’re gonna open this up and make it into a breezeway”.  This; the shed, connected the back door of the house kitchen to a summer kitchen and a shed (with ‘crawl space’ above) that led to the barn.
            “He's going to put his shop in down this (left) side and open the rest up to fit his boats in.  That’s the plan.” (for the barn).
            The shed connected with the barn in 1806.  The ‘first barn’ was ‘expanded’ in “1844.”  I couldn’t discern anything that looked ‘expanded’.  I felt they tore the first barn down and built the ‘this barn’.  Actually... I felt... and still feel... that the first barn was a dirt floor shed; not a ‘first barn’.
            It doesn’t matter.
            “We’re keeping the floors but the walls will all be redone.”
            “No.  I’m keeping the cupboards.  Right now anyway”.
            “Isn’t it interesting.  The front part of the house.  The back needs the most work.”
            “We’re gonna just rip the kitchen out”.
            “Bathrooms:  Don’t talk to me about bathrooms”.
            “I think one (a bathroom) can go in there”.
            “There’s a lot of family history still left in here”.

            New... New England?
            The pizza boxes from the (strip mall) pizzeria are set on the
            Granite counter top
            “Of my kitchen”.
            “I already put the (paper) plates and (paper) napkins out on the (dining room) table help your self.”
            “What happened to the cupboards?”
            “We took them out when we put in the window.  They’re leaning up in the barn.”
            “Are you selling them?”
            “I don’t know yet”.

            The destruction of the glassware’s habitat eliminates the need to ‘care of’ EAPG... in the home.  If the glassware is removed and then the cupboards are removed, the habitat of the old New England glassware is removed so one even notices anything is gone and since all that was just, “like”, glassware “anyway”... “who cares”.
            And that is what has happened
            To the ‘old New England glassware in the home’.

Friday, April 17, 2015

Old New England Glassware in the Home - Part Twenty-Six (A) - "Actual Glassware"

Old New England Glassware in the Home

Part Twenty-Six (A)

"Actual Glassware"

There are two ‘decadent’ ‘decline’ in and of... old New England glassware in the home.
            One is the actual glassware.  Second is the glassware’s habitat.  (Number) one, for this discourse, comes first... and may be considered to be a lifting of a manhole cover and then descending a ladder down into a dark sewer of “glassware”.   The second is the evolution of the ‘run amuck’ ‘all that is trash’ habitat of... old New England glassware... in the home.  The number “one” is easier to ‘get’ than the “second”.
            Number one is physical.  For the most part.  “Pretty much”.
            In its (“one”) beginning
            There is ‘think’ and ‘feel’; the denotation and acting upon the difference.
            There is ‘see’ and ‘touch’.
            There is ‘feel’, too, with both ‘see’ and ‘touch’.
            Refined (distilled?) by the observant antiquarian, these gather to garner the
            Magical states of “glance’, ‘never touched’ and ‘say nothing (“shut-up”).
            At first it is subtle variation... to the antiquarian eye.
            OR IS IT A “BAD (miss or uninformed) EYE”... smothered in pepperoni slices of
            ‘Bad taste’?  Is one’s glassware sense a brick oven cooked greasy pizza with applied mystery meat rosettes of self ‘I THINK’ on top of the ...take-away pizza of ‘old New England glass in the home’?
            That is ‘your problem’ to ‘figure out’.
            I say.
            Reorganize the self-deception of one’s ‘think’.

            When the first of the old New England - old Yankee antebellum time slot window... of ‘made’ EAPG glassware... ‘was made’...; from its ‘day one’... and on ‘day two’... ‘someone else’ “tried” ‘that too’.  Right away.
            Next door.
            Down the street
            Across the town
            It (the New England Yankee created design form of pressed glass [EAPG]) was too much to ‘resist’.
            It could be made
            And made ‘very cheap’ with this including ALL of the ‘in more ways than one’.
            And... one’s antiquarian eye using ‘feel’ to ‘see’ and allowed to ‘touch’...
            May discern ‘that’ (‘this’) (“IT”).

            By classic example I notice the clear glass Boston area New England Yankee designed and fabricated... small... table top... spill holder in ‘Excelsior’ pattern WITH the bell and whistle of a ...not only ‘fire polished’ top rim edge but, too, having that rim edge ‘hand worked’ by a ‘glass maker’ to decoratively ‘finish it’.  This was done while the young boy ‘held’ ‘it’ on his iron ‘pontil’ rod (Part Twenty).  Broken off the rod, that rough glass base was ‘ground’ and polished’ so... one would never suspect... or notice... such finish work ‘happened’.  Yes a delightful design specimen of... old New England... Yankee ‘up to code’ finished... glassware... was created and commercially placed in ...the ...(old New England) home.
            A ‘Good Job’ done very well.

            I was surprised in my early days of EAPG observation and... my ‘hunting for it’ to discover... pretty much identical spill holders that... in a summarial statement... ‘were not as good (well crafted) as the ‘that one’ ‘is an early one’ I just described.  But, “you know” I said to self... “IT IS ONE”.
            “No.” I... self taught myself.
            “It is NOT one (‘as good’)
            The Pittsburg region (Part Seven) Excelsior pattern EAPG sugar bowl is a splendid specimen of ‘what is this all about’.  It is of splendid ‘pictured in the (primary classic collector’s) book’.  Its form; absolute classic Empire-Transitional-Victorian style ‘sugar bowl shape’.  It is from the classic antebellum window date (1850’s).  It is of the classic (though a ‘mold variant’) pattern; a ‘good one’ (a classic... EAPG... classic... pattern).  It is properly mold pressed and then hand finished.  Yes it is.

            The boy waved ‘it’ (the sugar bowl bottom) (Part Twenty) on the end of his pontil rod.  He ‘fire polished’ the top rim of the sugar bowl bottom.  And then:
            Well, first; no glass craftsman ever ‘touched it’.  Just the mold-man pressed mold... ‘open it guy’... opened the mold and the boy with his pontil rod took it away and... this mold man then ‘took the lid out of the second mold...?  No.  Another boy ‘did that’... with his hands ...when it was the classic ‘cool enough to touch’.  That lid always did... ‘fit’.  All molded lids always fit all molded bottoms for they were... ‘interchangeable’.  The lid rim was not fire polished.  Notice that:  There was no further “any” finish ‘to the lid’.  ‘Out of the mold’ it was “DONE”.
            After the fire polish of the bottom’s top rim this sugar bowl bottom was ‘broken off’ the pontil rod and... was too... “DONE”.  That’s right; the whole grind and polish of the rough glass pontil ‘didn’t happen’.  The rough glass pontil was left on the sugar bowl bottom.  Then:

            I am not going to explore ‘decline’ in ‘glass metal’ quality; clarity... and of the disappearance of the ‘brittle’ ‘ice’ ‘feel’.  Nor will I expand on the subtle ‘soapy-plastic’ aura of the ‘this’ new molding glass metal.  Nor will I expand on the subtle ‘lesser’ ‘crisp’ edges of the molded pattern suggesting the ‘in fact’ decline in the quality of the mold craft.  No.
            I just want one to understand that the makers in Pittsburg left a rough glass pontil on the bottom order to ‘cut finish cost’.  Then one may apply the ‘et al’ from there.
            “WHY?” do they get away with this?  Because they, at first and as fore stated ‘shipped east’ (Part Seven) their wilderness ‘glassware’ to be sold into the New England home because the ...consumer population ‘was there’ BUT...:  By 1850 the wilderness included cities ‘further west’ like “Saint Louis” “ON THE RIVER”, etc (New Orleans) that... could too... consume glassware... too.
            And ‘didn’t know the difference’.

            If you were a Yankee glassware maker and, using the local Yankee sea captain’s coastal trade ‘shipping’ services, one could and did ‘ship’ ‘glassware’ (packed by young girls in marsh straw in barrels) to, like, New Orleans.  IF one did that and off-loaded-cargo onto the merchant dock and found, once off-loaded, that “THEY” “HAVE” “GLASSWARE” for sale there “ALREADY” even though, at a glance, by the YANKEE SEA CAPTAIN, HE can tell it is a (“is a gravely inferior”) ‘sucks’ production “Ahhhh ...what should I do?  Sir?”.
            Especially after ...endeavoring (and failing) to ‘point out the difference(s).  So cheapness (manufacture quality and monetary cost) won out.  Old New England Yankee grade glassware for the home?  Game over.  “Decline” of the “industry” takes place.  NOT without a ‘lingering’.  TWENTY YEARS them Yankees lingered in the industry of EAPG.  They still ‘filtered in’ their original ‘high finish quality’ glassware and there... ‘in spite of it all’.  Yankees are... crazy.  Never forget that.

            A wonderful example of ‘lingering’ is the 1860 Boston area made Yankee designed and Yankee finished EAPG classic pattern today called ‘Bull’s Eye with Diamond Point”.  “Collectors” at first called it “Owl”.  The... original maker’s title of the pattern was:
            “Union”. (1860-1876)
            It is a ‘late’ pattern (a ‘linger’).  BUT:  A specimen has “ALL” the bells and whistles of the ‘it is an early one’:  Brilliant pattern, form, glass metal... and ‘aura of’ ‘before thee’ eye.  It does... not... have the ground and polished pontil on the base.  This is because the Yankees had ‘invented’ a cage at the pontil rod end to ‘hold’ without ‘attaching’ the pressed glass specimen for its ‘fire polish’.  OTHERWISE:  A total grade “A”  ‘old New England Yankee... glassware in the home... to this day (an ‘is popular’ “STILL”).

            It was a forlorn hope.  The ever growing ‘they’... outside of New England and ...IN... New England too... (peddler’s carts and rural farms... leaving the train stations with ‘barrels’ of ‘glassware’ ‘to sell’:  They (the whole lot of ‘em) ‘didn’t know the difference’.  And the ‘that’... is... too... a whole ‘old New England glassware in the home’ subject TOO.  I will treat that TOO.  I have to... it’s THAT BIG.  But for today
            I stay
            “This way”; the way the old New England Yankees ‘did it’ ‘in spite of all’
            The Yankees were (are) crazy?
            I would like to hear what one has to say ‘of that’ after... holding and sipping (touch one’s lips) to a ‘that’; a Bull’s Eye with Diamond Point ‘old New England’ “UNION” pattern glassware goblet.  My exposure has self-taught me that it is an
            Exposure to a ‘taste’ that... lingers.
            And grows.
            One becomes a ‘crazy Yankee’ about the ‘glassware’ that ‘touches my lips’.
            One knows the difference
            And says nothing.