Thursday, April 30, 2015

Old New England Glassware in the Home - Part Twenty-Nine - "Grave Digger"


Old New England Glassware in the Home

Part Twenty-Nine

"Grave Digger"



            Annie Pester (“Elizabeth Ann”) (“Mrs. Anabranch Pester”) lived with her husband at the Pester Farm when I first visited her there in the late nineteen sixties.  I was in high school.  I had repeatedly encountered Annie at local ‘yard’ and ‘tag’ sales.  From these encounters we had first ‘spoken’ and then ‘talked’ and then




            One Saturday morning as we were both leaving an unresponsive ‘SALE’ she invited me to come to the Pester farm to ‘see it’; the ‘broken’ ‘barn cupboard’ she’d “FOUND”.  The farm was less than a mile away... ‘at the top of the hill’
            From the top of this hill, in Sweden, Maine, one looked “back” toward ‘the (White) Mountains’.  That morning I paid no attention to this for I was ‘very used to’ a ‘that view’ from the ‘Lakes Region’ of southwestern Maine (southern Oxford County).  I did pay close attention to the Pester farm.  This was not the first time I had done that:
            Paid attention
            To the “Anabranch Pester Farm”.
            “Was Branch (Anabranch) there?” was my primary question.  “Branch Pester” was a local ‘reason with’ (avoid) for ...local teenage boys.  Anabranch and Annie had two ‘teenage’ daughters.
            “YOUR THAT YOUNG ANTIQUES MAN SHE TALKS ABOUT” he said to me... in the Pester farm’s yard while I stood next to my... mother’s... car.  Then he left us (Annie and I).  He walked over to his truck and then across the yard to the barn.  Then back to the truck.  He got in that and drove away.  That was all in about two minutes.
            We (Annie and I) then walked to the barn, went in the open-door front, turned to the left; the ‘far side’ of the barn and... came upon... there... the ‘broken barn cupboard' she’d 'found’.  I...




            Knew that what I “SEE” was not a “THAT”.  It was a ‘once’ ‘built in’ corner cupboard that had the bottom door ‘there’ but ‘off’.  The top of the cupboard was ‘always open’; it never ‘had a door’.  It had been ‘built in’ ...somewhere... once.  I was quick to configure that... and that
            “FOUND” means Annie FOUND this cupboard... pretty close to where it “IS NOW” at the far left ‘front’ of the ‘barn’.  She ‘drove around’ in a ‘car’ like my mother’s so... “she didn’t load this somewhere”.  I could figure.  Also... the cupboard was ‘too good’ to have been “FOUND” any other way... or place... than “IN” the “FAR BACK” of the
            Anabranch Pester Farm’s... “OLD”... barn
            Where, for some historic reason... IT
            “HAD BEEN PUT BACK THERE”
            After ‘being taken’ “OUT” of ...perfectly obvious to my sweet seventeen self... the “OLD HOUSE” that was the center of the Anabranch Pester
            Farm
            On the hillside top... looking west... at the White Mountains... near Sweden, Maine.
            I offered, as the minutes ticked by, ‘twenty-five dollars’.
            “IT’S BROKEN YOU SEE?” Annie said.
            “Yes.” I said




I sold the cupboard; the eighteenth century built-in corner cupboard from the original homestead house of the (Anabranch) Pester Farm... inclusive of I promoting that sale by lying the cupboard down in my family’s barn yard to “SHOW” the “FROM THE COAST” “antiques dealers” the... BURN MARKS
Underneath the shelves
In the top section of the cupboard
Where the candles... when set in the cupboard... “BURNED” the ‘underside’ of the shelf above it; ‘little burnt spots’ (“you can’t miss them:  They MUST be there” and ‘always are’).
“Oh aren’t those wonderful!” and... he and his wife ‘bought it’.
Do I look back on all of this right now and ‘wish’ that ‘no way’ did I sell that?
Of course.
But that “THAT” is ‘part of this’ TOO.
I sold ‘it’ for one hundred and twenty-five dollars.
I ‘made’, I figured, ‘one hundred dollars less twenty for hauling it around’.
I made ‘eighty bucks’ the first time I visited the Anabranch Pester farm
In the late nineteen sixties.




            Ralph Waldo Emerson was never heard quoted at the Anabranch Pester Farm although ‘Branch’ verbally fumed ‘self reliance’.  ‘Branch’ never quoted Whitman either.  That I know of.  Nor Hawthorne.  Annie had a red letter “A” on a blanket... she kept neatly folded on the porch swing on the front porch of the front addition, circa 1830, of the farm.  I am confident that I am the only person who ever connected that “A” with Hawthorne and that connection was for no other reason than it being a big red “A” before my eyes and that following on an eight grade English class forced reading of ‘that book’.
            At this point-in-time... of the blanket on the porch swing, I did not notice then (age seventeen) but did shortly discern (by age twenty-two?) that a ‘center’ Greek Revival ‘pillar’ of this porch attached to the front of the ‘front addition’ ‘circa 1830’ of the Anabranch Pester Farm was ‘gone’.  Not therefore ‘missing’.  I discerned.  IT was TOO ‘in the barn’; down the far left side to the rear ‘leaning up’.  That’s the way it always was for every one of my visits to the
            Anabranch Pester Farm
            Until
            Branch and Annie’s granddaughter ‘sold it’; the ‘missing’ pillar.




One of Branch and Annie’s daughters... eventually... ‘took over’ “the farm”.  SHE had two daughters ‘there’ ‘too’.  One of those daughters... eventually... ‘took over’ “the farm... TOO.  She has two sons.  And lives there (the Anabranch Pester Farm) NOW.  When her mother sold the pillar ‘missing’ from the front porch, she and her mother had no connection that this ‘thing’ ‘went to the farm’.  By the time anyone else who ‘would know that’ discovered this had happened, it was ‘too late’.  The pillar was sold, and resold, first in Maine.  Then in Connecticut.  Then on 26th Street in New York City where it was ‘carried off’ to be ‘displayed’ by ‘collectors’ in their ‘loft’.  It is still known to ‘have come from a farm in Maine’.  I have been told.  By the picker who ‘picked it’.  And sold it.




            Annie was “one hundred an one” it is said when she died in 1986.  She ‘got the antiques bug’ as early as 1955 she claimed.  To me.  She had two kinds of antiques... at her home... of the Anabranch Pester Farm.  Kind one was the “THINGS” she “FOUND” in her travels locally to “EVERY SALE”.  Kind two was the “THINGS” she “FOUND” in the Anabranch Pester Farm.  This second group was divided by things “I LIKE” and things “I DON’T LIKE”.  That was the ‘schooling’ that went into her ‘antiques business’.  The ‘kind one’ ‘things’ were always... and only... “things I like”.
            She was ‘inclined’ to ‘keep’ most all of the ‘things I like’.  And she would sell ‘most all’ of the things she ‘I don’t like’.  Therefore... and to my careful notice, ‘things’ Annie ‘found’ in the farm that she ‘does not like’ were the best antiques ‘she got’ ‘ever’ and ‘does not know’...this.  I was not the only one who ‘knew this’.




            Although other... at first usually older... men... who were ‘of antiques’; ‘antiquarians’ (pickers)... ‘went there’ (“picked”) (the Anabranch Pester Farm) AND even ‘knew Branch’ well enough to... stand by his pig pen with him and, too, ‘scratch the hog’s back’ with ‘a stick’... TOO... I... became a regular ‘stop by’... TOO.  Branch avoided me and... I avoided his daughters.  Annie... in her antique bug... gathered.  And gathered.  This gather... for the most part... did NOT appeal to ‘other’.  I... on the other hand... and persistently “doing” the coastal flea market(s) “NOW”... ‘could use’ ‘stuff like that’ soooo... “You two get along fine in your trades don’t you”.  Said Branch.  To me.  That was good for twenty years.  By that time Branch had died and... Annie was ‘moved out of the farm’ and died.  Too.




            The ‘one of her daughters’ ‘moved in.  And ‘cleaned up’ and ‘cleaned out’ and ‘throw out’.  This last was ‘sort of’:  She... for the most part... ‘put it (this throw out) in the barn’.  The ‘farm’ no longer ‘farmed’.  The barn no longer ‘barned’?  WELL... its DOOR became the ‘where you park your truck’ if you ‘are a picker’ “JUST GOING BY”.  The ‘piles’ in the barn were an unstated ‘permanent yard sale’... at the
            Anabranch Pester Farm.




            This daughter spawned two daughters.  They became ‘teenage’ while I ‘JUST GOING BY’ the “BARN”.  Then they, too, ‘grew up’ and... their mother, too, “getting old”.  Too.  Soon one of these daughters ‘moved in too’ ‘with her husband (“HE’S A NICE GUY YOU KNOW”):
            Farm truck
            Ball cap
            Camo pants
            “Bow hunting”
            “Black powder deer”
            Church:
            “ONE OF THOSE CHURCHES”.
            School?
            “HOME SCHOOL”
            Boat
            Summer
            Camp
            “UP TO”.

            He... always watched me.. in my dealings... of my backed up truck... with ‘her mother’... ‘at the barn’... until she died.  Can’t say that I’ve been back since then.




            I bought the EAPG from the ‘house cupboards’ starting with Annie who I doubt ever drank from an EAPG goblet in her life.  The ‘glassware’ ‘come out’ of ‘the house’ “pretty right along” as Annie ‘cleaned out’ the “I don’t” from the “I do” (“like”):  The old New England glassware... in the home.  She didn’t get ‘all of it’ out ...in her lifetime.  IT TOOK A TASTE for ‘plastic’ and (“CONWAY” [NH]) box store design innovation too:  Yeah... we all remember when ‘North Conway’ was NOT and ‘outlet’ destination... do we not?  WELL ANYWAY, they’d go over there and ‘get’
            “FOR THE HOUSE”.
            That “HOUSE?” (Part Twenty-Five) was now... becoming “ONCE WAS” the ‘Anabranch Pester Farm’.  “THE BOYS ARE GROWING UP AREN’T THEY.  GONNA GO OVER TO Meredith (NH) TO SEE THE GRAVE DIGGER”.
            Then they showed me “THE PICTURE” (photograph) of ‘the boys’ and the ‘Grave Digger’.
            They’re ‘keeping that’.
            It’s ‘not for sale’.
            And...
In the Anabranch Pester Farm
There ain’t much else left ‘you’d call antique’ ‘in there’ ‘anyway’.





            I do
            Still have some of
            The old New England glassware (EAPG)
            I purchased
            In the (that) home
            It’s “out in the barn somewhere... I’m pretty sure”.






Tuesday, April 28, 2015

Old New England Glassware in the Home - Part Twenty-Eight - "Catch and Release"


Old New England Glassware in the Home

Part Twenty-Eight

"Catch and Release"



            Collectors... of EAPG... actually... did (do) very little (scant) ‘carry off’ of... old New England glassware... in the (from their – the glassware’s) (old habitat of the old New England) home.  They; the collector of EAPG... had difficulty accessing ‘it’; the glassware in the home, and when they did ‘get that far’ often they ‘choked’, ‘stalled’, ‘screwed it up’, ‘fell short’ (“feel faint”), ‘lost out’ or... never even realized that there WAS ‘old glassware’ “THERE” (in the cupboards).  This still happens to this day and applies to all collectors endevoriung to ‘buy out of houses’ what they ‘collect’.  I am not writing about this.  But.
            It takes an antiquarian dealer...:  Picker... to do this “BUY... out of”... well. WHY could this be?  It is the common laws... of the decency... of the declaration... of access to the ...antiquarian... opulence ‘found in the (old New England) home.  One is NOT just gonna sashay in there and ‘clean out’ the ‘cupboards’.  One will most often ‘stall’ at the DOORWAY when ask “WHAT... DO YOU... WANT?” .





            The specific difference is that I, an antiquarian ‘dealer’; an antiquarian ‘picker’; the one who “GOES INTO THE HOUSES” and “BUY” (‘antiques’)... when at the doorway of the... opened door... the “THEY” opening the door know that “I” at the door am “THERE” to “DO THAT”; ‘buy antiques’.  “Ahhhh...” you say.
            Of course you do you idiot but that is because YOU have no historical context to ‘place’ this deceptively normal action... “IN”.  I... like the guy who “is here to clean the furnace’... et al... “AM” ...”SOMEONE”.  Collectors endeavoring to “SAME” are most often ‘one trick dog’ (“I COLLECT”) stammering... nincompoops who are ‘not known’; ‘not someone’.  It is... and there is... a historic tradition of the “I” doing this “THAT”.  Again... I am not writing about this ...rather lengthy... THAT other than to POINT OUT... that ...not very much ‘old New England glassware was (and is) carried off from ...old New England homes by “OTHERS” than the “I AM A PICKER”.  Old New England glassware DOES leave the home ...in abundance and by the ‘rampant’ but... it is not the hunter – gatherer collector of EAPG doing ‘take away’.  It is the older sibling... the professional ‘old house’ sleuth who, as I often say and do... ‘put that on the dashboard’ (of my truck).




            And I don’t do this by sitting in my truck cab eating my lunch... although this is my preferred poise when the “THEY” of the “ESTATE” I am “IN” comes by to “CHECK” on “HOW ARE THINGS GOING”.  We go inside together to the dining room.’
            “It’s empty.” they... verbally after they... observe.  “You’ve cleaned it out?”
            “Yes.”
            “The cupboards too?”
            “Yes.”
            Often times they will go over and open a cupboard bottom door and... look... inside.
            But that... is that.... for the
            Old New England glassware in... THAT... home.
            Like I said; I destroy the habitat.  I know I do that. (Part Twenty-Six [B]).




            Left to the... ‘not me’... old New England glassware... in the cupboards... and attics... of the (old New England) home... has a much more basic extraction.  I suggested it at the very beginning of this composition (Part One “Cupboards Full ...Boxes in the Attic).  Most EAPG is ‘removed’ from its habitat by general and loosely conceptualized ‘household’ cleaning... up... that continues to cleaning... out... with this reaching the ‘throwing out’ and that; ‘throwing out’, being realized in a variety of ‘riddance’ options.  Mostly... I’m ‘not there for that’.
            But I catch up to the ‘throw out’ by ...subversive travel... in the circles... of the ‘riddance’ options.  I do, by occupation... do... ‘stare at table tops of old glassware’ ‘all day long’, everyday... and have for decades.  It’s my job.




            The stabilizing of this random recklessness and ...the creation (in the ‘secondary [“USED”] markets) of the remarkable repository of ‘old New England (EAPG) once... in the home... but now ‘thrown out’... that is ...floating... ‘out there’... is stabilized by no one ‘knowing what it is’ raised higher by

            No one cares.

            I catch.  I release?  Catching is easy and perpetual.  “Daily” “always” I find “some” (EAPG).  Releasing... (selling) my catch... is

            HOPELESS.





            It has been that way for decades and has, through those decades, cascaded down this waterfall of ‘hopeless’ to be ‘awash’ in the pool at the base of the cascade of hopeless...; to be.... IN ...A ...POOL of “DEEP” “DARK” “HOPELESS”.  No:  Your not there.  I never see you.  To get there is a ‘can be done’... but it is... a brutal truth... ‘not likely’.  No.  One is better off remaining with the plastic juice glass quenching one’s thirst after ...spraying ‘weed killer’ around the ‘problem spots’ at the ...edges... of the ‘old New England’ “PROPERTY” one... ‘manages’ commonly referred to as “I OWN”.
            What this means for me is that when I buy the pressed leaf pattern goblet set at the church fair (Part Fifteen)... ‘for nothing’... ‘years ago’... it is a ‘still around’ my ‘stock’ of ‘antiques’ because... no one... has ever... ‘bought it’.  On that particular set I may even say that ... no one... has ever... even... mentioned ... or touched... it... let alone “expressed any interest”.  Of course, inclusive with ALL my antiquarian acquisitions, I ‘don’t help them’ (anyone... ‘notice’ any... thing... ‘I have’).  A little unfair of me?  No:  It’s YOUR problem.  Not MY problem.  And certainly not the goblet set’s problem...
            That you ...don’t know... and ... don’t ...care.






            I accept the terms.  The absolute highlight for I has been the absolute delight of having this absolute persistent survey of ‘old New England glassware in the home’ be absolute-LEE ‘I live here.  Leave me alone.’ FOR BOTH the glassware and I... ‘in the (their natural) habitat’.  The rest of it (glassware intercourse) is just a sham of ‘old New England glassware “WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?”
            I am taking about the purity of professional decorum that the “WHO CARES” has fabricated ...for me... in my lifetime.  This is a... very sheltered... golden halo of ‘they of the most’ taking themselves ‘out’ on this subject... by themselves... and staying ‘there’ (self taken out) for my whole lifetime.  What does one think?  That there is going to be a reading of essays such as this and the ‘they of the most’ will ...rise... in interest...:  Set down the plastic juice glass and ‘make over’ their (old New England) ‘glassware’ self?
            Not happening.
            And... not ‘in the (old New England) home’ either.
            And... “NO MONEY”.
            Too.




            This last is the key to my lifetime of peaceful co-existence with ‘old New England glassware’.  Sure I destroy a few habitats along the way but at least I don’t go around in flip-flops chewing gum and failing to notice that my toenail’s polish is... ah... ‘chipped’.   I am not the one with the tall waxed paper cup capped with its snap-on plastic lid and protruding-from-the-‘straw hole’ straw that “I SAT IT DOWN I CAN’T FIND IT”.  Failing to discern that one is not only no longer ‘sweet sixteen’ AND, is too, aging gracelessly (like all humanity) TOO...:  Would one think (feel?) one ‘could and should’ perhaps ‘square oneself’ with the (J. D. Salinger sense) ‘phony’ of the new New England ‘hot top’ of ...old New England... through introspective appreciation of that VERY WHOLE New England’s creation (design innovation) of “EAPG” ‘glassware’.  It does, should one ‘have some’ (EAPG) actually ‘touch the lips’.





            No:  It is just fine.  No money and ‘please go away’.  And you do:  “Good-bye”.  Once the collector’s ‘got tired of doing that’ (collecting EAPG) (decline started in the 1930’s, has continued onward and never faltered) there has been ‘nothing’.  At all.  There are a few resilient connoisseurs who ‘do that’; gather and hoard.  As no one ‘cares’, a ‘glass collection’ today is a... symptom of... ‘hoarder’.  This is especially blatant should ‘that one’ endeavor to account for and/or explain their ‘behavior’.  “Where DID I set my ICE COFFEE down?  OH IT’S STILL IN THE CAR!  Just a minute:  I’m going to get it.”
            “OK, ok, ok:  Where were we?”




            We were... and are...:  When it comes to ‘old New England glassware in the home’: “YOU” (‘they of the most’) are NOT a ‘comes to’.  The ‘they’ are ‘self-out’ and ‘no change in sight’ and
            That is fine; a fertile paradise.  “No one needs to do that.”  That is absolutely right.  “Designer” “outlet” “shopping” “bags” “I”... am in line with my credit card.  “Breeze through the security” “parking lot” “space” and having “to walk that far” you old Yankee with the sun on you and the sunglasses slipping down the nose while “I THINK” that “I WILL GET SOMETHING TO DRINK”.  In the last... three to five generations... living in the same ‘old house’?  “You say?”







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.
            No.




            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.
            Is.
            There was not that much of it; the ‘early’ glassware.  No; not that much ‘in the home’.
            “Oh.”
            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’
            Homes.
            And:
            No one spent their time counting up old (New England) glassware in the home
            Anyway.
            “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.
            Now-of-days...
            It is still there.
            Until.




            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
            EYE.




            How many times do you think I have done that:  Be a ‘the first one’, hear the glassware scream and then
            I
            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 ...no 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’.