Friday, January 9, 2015

Old New England Glassware in the Home - Part Five - "Old New England Propensity"


Old New England Glassware in the Home

Part Five

"Old New England Propensity"



            The
            Propensity... of Anglo-Irish glassware... in the old New England home
            Fries me.
            I...
            WELL IF IT WERE NOT THERE THEN IT WOULD NOT BE THERE.
            Right?
            BUT IT IS THERE:  It is a glassware in the old New England home.  Until.
            “Until what?”
            ...
            ...
            Until a ‘someone’ ‘cleans out’ (usually either a ‘kitchen’ or a ‘dining room’) cupboard.  And that someone IS you (including ‘a man’s job’) or... is your mother... is your grandmother.... ?  IS IT?
            No.  It’s usually me or my  ilk who ‘get it’ ‘in the end’.  “In the end” is that brief window of time where an ‘old home’ is ‘cleaned out’.  If one has a two hundred and fifty year old home that one is ‘cleaning out’ to “SELL” (‘the house’), the three day “YARD SALE (or et al) IS a ‘brief window’.
            Now... by fair reckoning, that single odd iota of beat-up, chipped and worn glassware IS STILL ‘in there’ before the... ‘brief moment’ so:
            SO?
            Someone... or someones... did once... know and care and did consciously ‘keep that”?  The propensity of survival in the cupboards of old New England homes of Anglo-Irish glassware is... that... and is... doing just fine until some idiot comes along and... either ‘throws it out’ or ‘abandons it’.  Beats me but carrying the same ratio as the two hundred fifty year old house to the home’s three day tag sale (‘brief window’)... the propensity WAS... this ratio shows... ‘to keep’ ‘it’ (“that single odd iota of beat-up, chipped and worn glassware”)...
            And I have found this out
            Over the years
            Of doing this (an antiquarian finding Anglo-Irish glassware in old New England homes).




            Most of it; this Anglo-Irish glassware that I find, is from the ‘Federal Period’ of New England ‘settlement’.  That is, by date, 1790-1815.  The better homestead (‘center chimney cape’) pushed ‘log cabin’ ‘out’ (of New England).  Federal era Anglo-Irish glassware was... intentionally... imported... intentionally... as middle class accessible glassware... intentionally... to be sold to those homes.
            Where it was used, stored and saved
            Ever after
            Unless it was broken.
            A lot of times even after ‘broken’ ‘it’ was ‘kept’.
            That is the propensity of Anglo-Irish glassware
            In the old New England home.




            The propensity
            Of the ‘NEW’ (our current; today) New England home is to
            “Get rid of that”.
            This is not conscious choice or ‘any else’.
            It is ‘just done’
            Eve and Bing (Part One)... if they ‘had’ a ‘that’... did
            “Get rid of that”.
            ...
            What if they do ‘have’ a ‘that’; an ‘it’?
            How could that be?




            Well... a long, long, time ago when glassware in the old New England home was (first era) ‘cleaned out’... the ‘they’ ‘moved’....(note that word).... ‘everything’.  Or ‘they’ just stayed in their THIS house... ‘with everything’.  The ‘NEW’ New England intellectual imperative of ‘cleaning out’ and ‘get rid of it’ was a ‘not’ back then (first era clean out).  That’s how Anglo-Irish glassware became a ‘still in there’ of old New England homes.  It was... ‘still there’.  The first glassware in New England was... and is... still here.  One... just has to ‘know’
            That maybe...
            Just maybe...
            THAT old looking old beat up and looking beat up and old is
            An ‘is something’
            “I should keep?”
            I don’t care if you keep it or not.  Just don’t make me drink out of your
            Crummy
            Juice glasses. (Part One)




            Propensity... in old New England glassware in ...1815...:
            Starts with Anglo-Irish glassware, as a design form, appearing in
            The old New England home ah...
            HEARD OF THAT you say?
            What is THAT you say?
            Anglo-Irish glassware is ...clear...; again... clear... glass... metal... hand ‘blown’ and shaped, cooled and then decorated by ‘cutting’ to create
            Anglo-Irish clear lead glass glassware with cut glass decoration “I
            Like it” she said.  In her New England Federal era home.





            Propensity in old New England glassware in ...1815...
            WAS THIS and... the
            Propensity of “I
            Can too make... clear... glassware... too.”
            ?
            The stumbling block of old New England glassware in the home:  “Clear”
            Glassware.  “Ah...:  I don’t know about that.”




            We are talking about a metal made with sand, wood, rum and men.  I mean... the MEN pee behind trees at the edge of the forest.  For clear glass metal one requires ‘pure’.  That means the peeing men need to wash their hands when they ‘come back’.  That
            Is impossible, including rum, to do; wash the hands
            Wash the sand
            Note the wood bark flakes
            Dropping in the mouton metal that
            Turns clear into, well... ‘colored’ glass metal.  “BOTTLE GLASS” “color”; the ‘olive-amber-green-ish-is’ from NOT controlling the dropping in.  That’s is why the bottle glass is ‘that color’.  A substitute of NEAR perfection of ‘clear’ was accepted with ‘bottle glass’ “soda lime” ‘aqua’ that kept most of the bark flakes out but, ah... there was always problems with the ‘pure’ sand... on the beach
            Or from a river bank.  “Bottle glass aqua” is the blue and green ‘tints’ to, ah... NOT clear glass.
            Propensity of clear glass you say?
            “Crazy man.” you say?
            I got one





            By propensity... at age seventeen and with a Union College degree, Henry Rowe Schoolcraft matriculated, sort of, to Middlebury College and, more precisely, to Lake Dunmore that is just south east of East Middlebury, in the woods, at the base of the mountains and has... a sandy beach.  Schoolcraft is, then, a young New England crazy man whose father was a ‘glass maker’.  He liked, was interested in and pursued chemistry and chemists while... responding to the use of ‘available natural resources’ that could be used by a chemist to
            Make glass metal to
            Make CLEAR glassware
            “Just like in England”
            Propensity... of a crazy young chemist in the New England woods influenced by his glass maker father and ...chemists at Middlebury and ‘at Yale’:  “WE CAN MAKE
            Clear glassware
            Just like they do in England”.
            “Ok.”
            So... and out of the slot... to “make” ‘CLEAR’ glass metal is at LEAST five times as hard to make... five times as LITTLE... of that metal... than it is to make ‘hot buckets’ of ‘dirty’ ‘bottle glass’ metal... especially by a lake in the New England woods.
            OK so they did make ‘some’ clear metal.  And... like... Schoolcraft made some ALMOST clear glass chemistry equipment for the chemist at Middlebury and ah... they made a bunch of regular bottle glass bottles too ‘good luck with that’.











            The up-beat about doing this was over pretty quick and the down beat of LOOSE MONEY guided the venture to an ‘it failed’.  JUST in the nick of time a New Hampshire glass making venture notably including Schoolcraft’s father... hired Henry to go at it (make clear glass) there (Keene, NH, Marlboro Street Glassworks).  Again... the word is ‘clear’.
            WHY clear?
            Because that is what the ENGLISH are SELLING and... ah... “I
like it” she said.  In her New England Federal era home” (quoted from above).
            Henry ...went to Keene and made clear... glass
            With the same results; pounding debt and poor product production.  Bark, leaves, bugs, rum soaked men, horse manure and ‘everything else’ was always tainting the skimpy mush of clear glass metal.  BUT they (“KEENE”) DID MAKE
            Clear glass... ware; mostly bottles (“Decanters”)
            That are now and WERE THEN TOO... unique productions... in absolutely
            New Hampshire forest made... ‘brilliant’ clear ‘flint’ glass... for her:
            “I like it” she said.  In her New England Federal era home.
            Anyone, may, today, purchase ‘one of these’ or, like I... actually
            FIND ‘one of these’
            For pittance at a ...three day tag sale... at a old New England home.  (the last two I purchased for $1.00 and $2.00 respectively.  No one ‘batted an eyelash’.
            “Of course not, Dear.”




            Two years later, at Keene, (1817), Schoolcraft was ‘gone’... ‘out west’ to write his famous book “A View of the Lead Mines of Missouri” (1819 with two lithographed and ‘folk-art-ish’[“little jewels”] plates).  That is what he is known for in the ‘Goggle that’ world.  His father was deeply in debt past ‘broke’.  Keene glass making turned to ‘bottles’ and bottle glass and... there after did turn a profit for a decade or two but ...no.... clear... glass.  And
            No more Schoolcraft-of-glass.  He turned to “Lead” on the Mississippi River; he remained a chemist to the end.  Soooo...









            Back to
            The propensity of
            Clear-glass-why.
            And then clear glass what.
            And then the clear glass
            Propensity of
            Why that what.





Thursday, January 8, 2015

Below Zero


Below Zero



            “Pretty cold in there today I guess.  You bring a light?
            “Yep she’s been dead now two months.
            “That’s the way she kept it; all locked up.
            “I didn’t bother with her.  They come over afterwards and told me.
            “Left the whole damn farm to me they said.
            “Sit down we need to talk they said.
            “Jesus it’s the nip today ain’t it.
            “We’ll just go look around quick
            “Been ten years or more they said:  Her will.  She leave me all of it.
            “Christly cold just thinking about being in here ain’t it.
            “Say now they told me she has people who showed up.
            “Well what about it I say.




            “Well they want the whole damn farm they say.
            “Not so bad right in here now is it.  This room takes the sun good.
            “Them Christ say for me to better get me one of the lawyers too.
            “So I get Tuppy.
            “You fat man in a suit I say and he sits there brushing
“The crumbs of his donut off the front of his belly.
            “You doing your exercises I say.
            “I work with my mind he says.  So I pay the damn bill.
            “Linda:  I give her a good tip every time.  I see Tuppy look’en at that tip.
            “Go look in there she kept things in there; that room.
            “Don’t it start to get your feet yet?
            “You are dressed for it.  How long you know Tuppy?
            “Let’s go back to the room without the ice in it.
            “Well I know to not tie my boots tight today.
            “Only about five times a year I don’t haul on my laces you do that?
            “Course a lot of ‘em don’t know.
            “Fluffy foot.  That’s a good name for it.
            “This weather’s about getting blood to your feet.




            “Christ we’re gonna fog that window
            “Makes noises don’t it.  Bang and it’s only ice in the gutter. 
“Think was my shotgun.
            “Hands up I told them
“You ain’t going in no buildings till them lawyers says you can.
            “Hands up I got you here now.  Christ.  Coldest day of the year ain’t it
            “Jesus.
            “Can you still feel anything?
            “My fingernails do that too.  Cold pulls ‘em right out.
            “You got sun in your eyes but it ain’t sun.  Even the sun is.
            “I don’t know what it is when its cold like this.




            “Look at that.  You see that?  Sun’s right on it now.
            “Right on the hood.  It’ll start in a hour.  I leave up there any night
            “It’s this cold.  Somebody thinks I’m a fool
            “But it starts.




            “Better not tell anyone that.
            “Well tell Tuppy of course.
            “I see ‘em and point to their license plate.  You go right back to
            “Where that says New Jersey young man.
            “Drive up here did you.  When them lawyers says so.
            “When they says so and we’ll go from there.
            “Christ cold ain’t it.





            “That Tuppy told me don’t point a gun at ‘em.
            “Well why not.  They stood back when I did.
            “Otherwise they would have helped themselves in.
            “Course Millie locked it up.  All of it.
            “Mildred; Millie Stevens.  Now I wonder:
            “You think it’s this cold as far down as they buried her?
            “Guess we’ll all find out eventually.
            “She don’t notice the cold now I bet.
            “Tuppy says they left but will be coming back once they
            “Drown me out he said.
            “Drown me out?  How you gonna drown me in this ice.
            “Tuppy say he don’t think they’ll be back any time soon.
            “So we got you Mr. Man.
            “They want to get their own Mr. Man well alright too.




            “You come up today not too cold for you.
            “Not too cold for me.  Don’t know if I don’t like cold
            “After all these years.  See out now we can.  That sun
            “Took that frost off.
            “Hoar frost too.  On her lilacs.  Pretty white and two purple.
            “Every spring we’d go out there together to sniff ‘em.
            “Not this Sunday.  Damn it’s cold.
            “So now what do you do tell’em Tuppy what?
            “Isn’t that so.  She’d never know’d that .  Kept it all.  Locked too
            “Not all them sheds.  Good thing that snow’s short.
            “Walk right around can’t we.
            “Crunch, crunch.  So now how much you say.
            “That be what you’d pay for it you say?
            “Now you tell Tuppy that?
            “That you pay that.  Maybe Tuppy does work with his mind.
            “Course I got feed his belly.
            “Go down to my place and sit down for a minute.
            “I got the key for that one still in your truck.





            “If them mister New Jersey gonna do something Tuppy says
            “They have to do it quick.
            “Whatever they can get probably Tuppy says.
            “Settle he calls it.  We don’t have to he says.
            “Well they fold their arms.
            “I’d like to see ‘em stand here with their arms folded today.
            “Jesus.  Just to walk up to the door of the house it’s cold.”
            “When they reach their stand Tuppy said.  I call it stand.
            “Tubby calls it suit.  But he wears a suit.  Fat man in a suit I say.
            “Now see how warm I am in here?  Don’t ask my woodpile about it.
            “We could if I understand you right.  That price is buy it all.
            “You say that to Tuppy.
            “Then they have to say what?
            “Tuppy says that’s their problem.
            “You’re the one to give them a cure he says.  Bank that he says of you.
            “ Guess that won’t be this afternoon.




            “Next time your up here we’ll walk down and look at my bees.
            “Millie didn’t ever count up her money like they doing now. 
            “Boy I said look at your license plate and head on back there.
            “No.  Before next summer I say.  Seems we could do that in March.
            “See that?  I run that little stove in that room when it’s cold like this.
            “Don’t she throw.  Heat her right up.
            “Back to buying Tuppy his donuts I guess.
            “Them pink frosted ones with them
            “Rainbow sprinkles he calls ‘em
            “Little girls eat those I say you ever eat one?
            “NO.  No one does but Tuppy.  Fat man in a suit I say.




            “So fat he’d don’t even know it’s cold out.  Just wears his suit.
            “Fat man in a suit.  I’ll be buying him his donuts thanks to you.
            “You pay him you says.  Then he pays it to me?
            “How’s that work anyway?  Do I keep an eye on Tuppy too?
            “Better had you bet.  I see.
            “I bring him out here and lock him in the shed.  Chill him down.
            “Hang up his meat.  Probably break the rafter.
            “Hang him up.  Cool him off.  I want to write that number down.
            “That’s what you are telling him.  Just him you tell.
            “No I ain’t gonna want any of Millie’s things.  She don’t care anymore.
            “Didn’t care before either.
            “Jesus ain’t it cold today even them Chickadees want to come inside
            “Might just as well let ‘em.