Showing posts with label The New England Epic. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The New England Epic. Show all posts

Thursday, March 22, 2018

Tin Glazed Polychrome Decorated Earthenware Indian Raid



Tin Glazed Polychrome Decorated Earthenware
Indian Raid


            “It was carried away in the first Indian raid.  She always told me that.
            Then it was kept.  The Indian woman used it.  It was her prize.  When she died her daughter took it over.  It was supposed to be buried with the mother.  On the island.  But the daughter took it over.  She had it with her when she moved to the village about the time of the Revolution.  A little before actually.  She took over the McKean cabin but later lived in the back of the Hamilton House.  She died there and that’s when Abbey Hamilton took it (the charger) over.  Her mother wouldn’t have had anything to do with it.  Her china is still in the house and it is all Old English Paste.  She wouldn’t have had anything that big then.  It’s a serving charger.  Most of them were pewter anyway.  Abbey probably still used some pewter.  She moved down to Newburyport and then to Boston.  Married.  Had five children.  Then moved back to Maine.  Falmouth Neck.  Portland actually.



            “After she died the family kept the property.  Everything in the house.  They all lived there.  They came and went.  One branch is up in Cherryfield they say.  I don’t know about that.  There’s a lot of them but they all came out of that house on the Neck.  It doesn’t interest me.  It’s a hundred years earlier (than the actual age of the charger) that I like.  Sixteen fifties (1650’s).  Or earlier.  Sixteen thirties.  Just cabins then.  They were all burned.





            “That charger was probably traded-in or looted in the 1750’s.  Probably both.  One bought it through trade while the second one (owner) stole it as plunder.  That all makes more sense when you know the actual age.  Seventeenth century delftware on the Coast of Maine was always scarce.  They used wood and had a piece of pewter if they were lucky.  If they had delft they took it with them when they left.  You know:  Back to Boston.  Probably took it back to England too.  If they went back.  Please:  Don’t let him touch it.”
            The mother pulled the child back.










Thursday, February 16, 2017

Maine Fashion: What I Wear When I Manage Snow In February In Maine


Maine Fashion:

What I Wear When I

Manage Snow 

In February

In Maine


Bottom to Top; Toe to Head:




L. L. Bean Hunting Boots.  I may choose from five pairs.  All pairs from Thrift Shops, church sales or estate sales.  I have never purchased a new pair.  You can find them new pretty easy.  People buy these and never wear them all the time; a constant.




Two pairs of socks:  These last for years.  Inner pair 30 Below Icelandic purchased from the Vermont Country store in Weston Vermont.  I buy a pair or two when ever I go by.  Outer pair Wigwam Diabetic.  These “diabetic” are on sale a lot.  As the outer pair they ‘aren’t tight’.  All mine have holes in them; heal and toe, from constant usage.  The last ones I bought from Sam’s Outfitters in Brattleboro, Vermont.  I stop most every time we go by.  This sock and boot set is worn year round.  YES:  In July too. 





Gaiters; “the gaiters”:  Currently I have two pairs from Mountain Hard Wear I purchased at some gear type outlet in North Conway, NH.  Off the rack, I walked to checkout and paid full price in cash.  All of this outfit was bought with cash.  No charge card.  These gaiters are the most expensive and foundation piece of my outfit.  I wear them YEAR ROUND and they have the crap beat out of them.  Forest slash protection (cutting; chain saw usage) and tick protection (I NEVER FIND A TICK ON ME) when wearing this outfit.  NO TICS.  NONE.  This is ‘hot’ in July but ‘you get used to it’ and if you don’t like it you weren’t working in the woods anyway.  In February it should be obvious these are a must for snow management across the whole task list. 




Carhartt double layer (“slash layer”) on upper leg front brown duck pants.  NOT BOUGHT NEW.  These are hard to find in thrift shops, etc until you know the secret:  GO TO THE BETTER (more well to do) church thrifts and sales.  There at... perfect never used pairs turn up from good homes who bought a pair once and never worn them or wore them once to go to the mail box and now the wife has donated them so... six bucks and they are mine.  These, too, generally are found in ‘girth is a factor’ waist sizes so they usually ‘fit loose’ on me no problem.  This is important in actual usage for they are sweat soaked in July and wet-frozen-solid in February.  You get used to it... LOOSE.  ‘Tight’ just means your not doing anything.




            Carpenter suspenders.  The ones they sell in the tool section at the local old style hardware store.  They are in the isle with the hammers.  OR:  I find them in the thrifts or, better, never used at the church sales.  Usually for, like, two dollars.  A lot of men wear these.  THEY HOLD YOUR PANTS UP.  That’s why we wear them.  I have eight or ten pairs attached to work pants at all times.  That’s the way they are stored: ON THE PANTS ‘ready to go’.  They last for years (twenty-five years).




            Two dirty old white undershirts.  Worn out rejects from coat and tie usage now used as sweat soaked protection ‘bottom layer’.  YES THEY GET sweat soaked during snow management in February.  July should be obvious.  I have fourteen sets ‘in rotation’  In July I might use three or four sets a day for ‘sweat soaked’ conditions.  GUESS WHAT:  IF it is a Blizzard... I’ll run through three sets a day in February.  FOR REAL.  And these old shirts can stand up by themselves.  These are outdoor farm shed only undershirts.  They are not pretend.  Until you wear them all the time... you don’t.  And:  NO TIC ever makes it ‘that deep’ to this ‘bottom layer.




            The scarf.  My uncle, long dead, gave this to me when I was six.  I have worn it as I wear it for, what?  SIXTY years.  That’s that huh.  It goes under the suspenders and on top of the undershirts.






            Old (vintage) L. L. Bean River Driver Shirt.  It goes over the undershirts, suspenders and scarf and is not tucked in.  Only the undershirts are tucked in.  These shirts are a known classic.  I pick these off at church thrifts and sales.  Often find them ‘new’.  Six bucks is high.  Two dollars is a classic find.  They X the label or cut them off so criminals cannot exchange them for credit at Bean’s.  I have a good slug of these in service.  Sweat soaked in July they are the outer layer.  In February they are the inner ‘stop the wind’ layer.  A VERY IMPORTANT LAYER.  These are ‘stays in the shed’ grade too.  Okay:  ALL of these clothes never... come inside... unless it is a “BAD” “BLIZZARD”.  Again:  All these clothes are never inside.  These are real farm clothes so the LIVE ON A FARM.  They are not house clothes.  They do not live in a house.






            Carhartt heavy grade sweat shirt.  Regular ‘large’ fit with hood and pouch.  Constant usage so “dirty”.  That means “dirty”.  If it is new and clean it will not be for long.  Used year round as a ‘core layer’.  Rain, snow, mud... whatever.  If you ‘hit’ one of these “new with tags” at a thrift BUY IT.  It won’t be there ten minutes later.  As noted earlier the Church Sales are the best source for this grade sweatshirt.  These ‘cost a lot’ to begin with so to find them I shop in the best neighborhoods.  I know the qualities so spot ‘em easy.




            An extra large high school sports and gym grade outer sweatshirt.  I talking blizzard in February in Maine here so once you pull this one on over the Carhartt grade above and step outside you will know right away why your wearing this one TOO.  These one may find ‘new with tags’ at thrifts pretty easy.  A lot of times you can find them with a goofy printing like “I LIKE IKE” or whatever.  Right now mine are plain.  Okay so ah lets clear this up here:  These are never cleaned (“washed”) except by ‘work in the rain’, etc.  WHEN they get TOO BAD to be around... throw them out (use as rags in the barn).  Again:  NEVER WASH... THROW OUT.






            Head gear... for winter snow management:  L. L. Bean safety orange hunting ball cap insulated with ear flaps.  I lucked into this ‘new with tags’ at a church sale for a buck.  HEY:  I got lucky.  You will too




            L. L. Bean cross country skier’s head lamp... a beat up old one ...now seen being used by working Maine men who have become ‘addicted to it’ as preferred lighting “BECAUSE THEY WORK” and are ‘hands free’.  Fresh batteries at the start of the blizzard.  Back up set available ‘lock and load’.  These are now ‘I am lost without it’ status because I am “ALWAYS WORKING IN THE DARK”.  It is always dark in Maine in a blizzard.  Its dark right now while I’m writing this. I am wearing the stupid head lamp RIGHT NOW.  This is a go to the store and buy one off the rack deal.  It takes longer to do now because there are a lot to choose from and... good luck with that.  The big one is ‘can I turn this on and off wearing gloves’.




            Crummy “Navy” blue cap.  These are found ‘new’ easy for under a dollar.  It is what it is; an ‘under cap’ cap.




            Hand knitted safety orange colored heavy wool cap.  My wife made two of these for my thirty years, at least, ago.  I use them fall and winter as ‘top layer’.  Soiled (“dirty”) but ‘she made it for me’.  Okay?  Your not gonna get one of these easy.  IF you have a Maine woman make you one of these to wear when you manage snow... you are... probably an “In Maine” and “live that way” too.  Otherwise:  “Have it professionally done”.




            Gloves:  Safety orange rubber dipped work gloves.  They do not stay dry and are not warm but they do ‘protect’ the hands (frostbite alert).  It’s a blizzard in February in Maine.  The weather is brutal on the hands.  These are, in my opinion, the best cosmetic solution to a ‘no win’ problem of “wet and cold” hands.  Note the duck tape repairs.  Doing those on ALL work gloves ALL the time extends the ‘life’ of a pair a REAL LOT.







Wednesday, February 15, 2017

Maine Fashion: The Plow Truck's Grave


Maine Fashion:

The Plow Truck's Grave


In the dark, in the blizzard, at four-thirty in the morning
I dumped my plow truck off the road
Down into the culvert:
A plow truck’s grave.



My neighbor came along
He plowed into me; five hundred feet.
We hooked his chain.
“It should pop right out of there” we said.
It did.
“What do I owe?”
“An apple pie”.
He got it.





Maine Fashion: Dumping the Compost


Maine Fashion:

Dumping the Compost (Heap) Bucket

After a Twenty Inches of Snow

February Blizzard


I dump the compost bucket on the compost heap at least once a day,
Every day,
No matter what. 
It is an honor and privilege to live this way. 
As we do in Maine. 
I acknowledge this every day
While I am on my way.




















Tuesday, December 2, 2014

The New England Epic



The New England Epic



The postcard took a month to get here (Maine)
From Peru.
After reading it carefully I decided that was something
I would never do;
Go to
Peru.


I...
Do not have the intellectual curiosity I’m supposed to
Suppose
I need or want
To go out past my woodpiles
Anymore.


Or is it the old stonewalls?
These... historic structures
Mingle with the fallen leaves,
Cracked branches and the
View from there of the pond.
A duck quacking.
The cloud covers the sun
Moving air animates the dry leaves.
The


Moment I step inside the
Hot fireplace fire’s heat is
Making a whole home
Warm and toasty forbidding
The notion that ‘two more weeks
In the jungle’ after
‘Five weeks in the mountains’


So I take my boots off
Put another log on
And wander in the very lost
I am here;
Living here
With the ‘very simplest’ that I suppose I
Could find anywhere;
Even in Peru
But would never go there.


I just wanted my spirit self
To get up off it’s ass and
Have to ask around if anyone is
Foolish enough to disturb (destroy?)
A perfectly good sense of the
Whole God damn universe by
Going to Peru.
It’s not gonna happen.
Not with the fresh bite of ice cold air,
The rake of that wind ripping my
Ribcage with...
No... the scarf stops it.  Yes:
There on my chest... the scarf stops it.


That is not what happens in Peru.
No and just as countless as the dead leaves
Blowing by my eyes to show me that it
Is impossible to not be... too... blown;
As a leaf
Living here with the very simplest.