March, 2012

Got My Mojo Working…

March 28th, 2012 by Rick McKee

Andrew says, next stop, ye 17th century.

Who knew all it would take to fix our blog’s subscriber notification issue would be a post ostensibly about mojo? Would it were so simple. I got a Web Content Manager giving me advice! Many thanks to Jessica Rudden, Plimoth Plantation’s Internet Marketing & Web Content Manager, who through her perseverance and creative problem-solving, has made it possible for subscribers of The Riven Word to receive email notifications of new posts. But it might as well be magic to me.

If you haven’t been to The Riven Word for a while, we encourage you to check out our previous blog posts:  http://blogs.plimoth.org/rivenword/ Topics run the gambit from the similarities of baseball and hewing, to a pit-sawing music video featuring a great band made up of several ex-pilgrims. We love sharing our work with you and we are very grateful for your readership and responses!

If you would like to subscribe to our new and improved magic-mojo-subscribing-system, just go to the upper right corner of our blog where it says, “Get The Riven Word in your inbox”. Click that, and let the magic wash on over you!

 

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The Riven Word does not condone scratching daisy wheels onto your computer monitor in an effort to discourage operating system crashes or the like. Use at own risk. Washing with magic has been shown to increase the risk of sophomoric tendencies in adults. Contents may have settled upon shipping. Void where inhibited.

 

 

Which mark?

March 27th, 2012 by Rick McKee

boo.

Maybe it’s the very human need to know that there’s something out there beyond what our eyes see in the everyday; maybe it’s a need to garner good mojo by any means necessary; maybe it’s just a kid with a pair of his father’s dividers going all Spyrograph on the house frame. Regardless, apotropaic marks, known variously as witch marks, ritual marks, heck posts, etc…are a source of mystery and interest for those who look at old houses.

There are so many varied marks on house frames. Sometimes, an unknown mark may be nothing more than a carpenter who has had a bad day and whose ax-nick may last in a frame for generations:

That nail was sliced perfectly in half by the hewer.

Or marks may simply be a layout for reference, as pictured on this re-created door in our pilgrim village. The lines scratched across each board’s joint help to orient boards one to another. This example of layout is taken directly from a mid-17th century surviving door.

A riven oak door for Mr. Brewster's house.

Then, there is a whole world of “compass geometry” and ideal house proportions which may explain some daisy wheels found on house timbers. David Leviatin analyzes the proportions of a 15th century tithe barn in Essex with the help of Laurie Smith’s Daisy Wheel Analysis in the September, 2011 Journal of Timber Framing. (Laurie also presents work on compass geometry in Timber Framing Journals #70 and #95).

Timber Framing Journal #101 Sept, 2011

I feel hopelessly out of my reach in this field–thank goodness there are smart people out there who can recognize such patterns and present them in such an informed manner.

Sometimes, though, a daisy wheel might be scratched on a lintel or doorway or hearth for very different reasons. King James himself weighed in on the topic in his 1604 treatise, “Daemonologie”:

“For some of them sayeth that being transformed in the likeness of a little beast or fowl, they will come and pierce through whatsoever house or church, though all ordinary passages be closed, by whatsoever opening the aire may enter in at”.

Carpenters or house occupants hoped these witch marks put on or around such openings might serve to discourage malefactors from entering one’s home. Linda Hall documents numerous examples of apotropaic marks in her superb book, “Period House Fixtures and Fittings 1300-1900″, a treasured source of details we continually draw from.

From her observations, Linda believes that such marks are “proving to be much more common than had been realised”. Like earthfast architecture and cloam ovens, once you’ve identified a few, there seem to be a boatload more out there. Below are some of the various ritual marks Linda has observed:

Period House Fixtures and Fittings, Countryside Books, 2007 by Linda Hall

Some marks seem like nothing more than harried scratches made by an awl or the point of a knife. It’s unclear whether the carpenter or dweller has made them. Amateur though they may at first appear, such ritualistic marks represented a deep and abiding trust in protection against things unseen. Appeals made to The Holy Mother are indicative of England’s Catholic past. This example is drawn from Domestic Interiors, The British Tradition 1500-1850 by James Ayres (Yale University Press):

Saltire crosses, or crosses on the diagonal, are a feature seen around hearth posts, windows, and even on door hardware. They are representative of Saint Andrew, patron saint of England and Scotland, and are a decorative way to make a stop on a framing element, but might also serve double duty as a “stop” to nefarious forces.

Period House Fixtures and Fittings, by Linda Hall

The 1637 Fairbanks House, up the road here in Massachusetts, has curious marks up in the attic across several rafters. We haven’t been able to figure out just what they mean, if anything. They seem more purposeful than random doodlings. They are wrought by about a 1/2″ gouge, in sequence, across the face of several–but not all–rafters. Witch marks? Layout marks? A recalcitrant apprentice taking a new gouge for a spin? So many questions…

Mysterious doodles (thanks Rick C.) marching across Fairbank's rafter.

In our own re-created pilgrim village, it’s likely most of Plimoth’s first settlers would see such marks as idolatry, a form of superstition for the credulous and against God’s will. That said, the increasing frequency of such marks being discovered in English houses of the period makes it tempting to surmise that knowledge and acceptance of such ritualized marks may have indeed made the crossing with some of the colonists. Perhaps a credulous carpenter, hedging his bets, hastily scribed a daisy wheel near a doorway:

Who you gonna call?

Or quite possibly a cottage-dwelling yoeman thought it meet to throw a few arcs on a hearth post during a moment of desperation after a poor harvest…

Get thee back up the chimney, yo!

Regardless, we have certainly come a long way in the 21st century. It’s a good thing that we are above such primitive superstitions. Now back to work–let’s get this shoe in the wall, shall we?

This shoe is from Kingston's Alley Cat Lanes, I believe.

 

 

Songs From The Sawpit

March 20th, 2012 by Rick McKee

Pitsawing has very deep roots in the English tradition and is still practiced in parts of the world today. It’s an essential part of our work re-creating the 17th century English village. We make all of our boards for doors, shutters, and floors at the sawpit. We also saw oak scantling for joists, studs, and rafters for our frames.

It’s always a workout at the pit, especially when you’re breaking in a new guy. Sometimes, when the work drags on and the saw needs just a little whetting, maybe it helps to hum along to a song like Froggie.

The video is a musical mashup of Froggie Went a Courtin and our work in the sawpit. It features music from The Dinghys–a local group of several ex-Plant-patriates who are making some great music while having a blast doing it: http://www.thedinghys.webs.com/

We’ll post more about the historic particulars of pitsawing in the future, but for now, enjoy the video!

(Michael and Tom are superhuman, though video speeds may have been tweaked just a wee bit to keep in time with the song…)

 

Wampanoag House

March 16th, 2012 by Rick McKee

Not every house being built at our museum is of the timber-framed variety. Quietly, and without fanfare, the Wampanoag Indigenous Program has constructed an absolutely amazing house on the Wampanoag Homesite at Plimoth Plantation– http://www.plimoth.org/what-see-do/wampanoag-homesite .

A large group of us visited the new wetu as part of our preparations for the new season. Inside, there was a central fire which warmed us as we sat comfortably on deerskins. Carol, Shirley, Brian, Marcus, James, and Phillip made us feel so welcome, and shared with us details and stories of the wetu’s construction and use. Somehow, Carol managed to make enough venison stew for more than 40 of us which was SO GOOD, it was tempting to take a little nap afterwards. Sometimes we are reminded what a special place it is that we all work at.

We encourage you to check out the Wampanoag Indigenous Facebook page–  https://www.facebook.com/pages/Wampanoag-Indigenous-Program/269926568953 …or better yet, come out for a visit if you have the opportunity. Plimoth Plantation opens tomorrow (Saturday, March 17th) for it’s new season. We can’t guarantee that you will be served an excellent venison stew, but we can promise that you will meet some wonderful people and see some amazing structures.

 

 

Back To The Past: Getting our shavings together for opening day

March 9th, 2012 by Rick McKee

Tempus Fugit

Plimoth Plantation (http://www.plimoth.org/) opens up for a new season on March 17, 2012. As productive a winter as we’ve had, it’s always a bit of a scramble to get ready for “company” each spring. Here are some of the last minute, behind-the-scenes things we’ve been working on before St. Patrick’s Day arrives…

Throw the helve after the hatchet

Making shavings at Ye Edge Shoppe.

March always comes in like a lion in our Edge Shop. There are a number of edge tools to sharpen and handles to wedge or replace.  That’s a good thing, as they are being used and interpreted to our guests as part of our exhibit. But it’s a nasty environment for an edge tool in the pilgrim village–sandy, rocky, unforgiving. Many of them will take a beating over the course of a season. A little TLC goes a long way this time of year. Above, Andrew is fitting a handle for his felling ax, Scott is dressing clapboards for the new bakehouse, and Steve is tapering a wedge to secure a handle.

The Jamestown ax, reproduced.

Mark Atchison, our blacksmith, made a superb reproduction ax based on one which came out of the ground in Jamestown. (There will be more about this reproduction ax in future posts). We wanted to get a handle on it ASAP in order to take it for a spin. We had a piece of white oak, roughed out and dry, which fit the bill. The ax, Mr. Atchison, works GREAT!

Skid steer/ox

If you visit us in-season, we leveled this lot by hand, with picks and shovels. That's our story and we're sticking to it.

We needed to prepare the lot for the new Francis Cooke House we are building this year. There was a heap of clay mortar that we had salvaged from the old Cooke House ( http://blogs.plimoth.org/rivenword/?p=7 ) which needed to be moved to the rear of the lot. We’ll be recycling that mortar into the walls and chimney of the new house, and we want to keep it clean and free from construction debris like wood chips, not Dunky’s cups. We also needed to take out a garden bed in order to orient the house parallel to the street. The labor pool was a a little larger in 1627 Plimoth, so we will sometimes take a few liberties in order to ready a lot for construction. Dave Tanner, our Buildings and Grounds guru, operates the skid steer with workmanlike precision.

Clay mortar being pushed to the back of the lot. We will re-use this in the walls of the new Cooke House.

There was very little frost in the ground this winter so we’ve been able to move some earth around. We’re adding a little loam to level Cooke’s lot which is on the side of a hill.

Clean fill found.

Clapboards for a roof

It’s important for us to have our new “bake house” roofed and ready to receive two newly made cloam ovens later this spring. This is for two reasons: 1. To keep the frame out of the weather.  2. To facilitate in any way we possibly can in the production of bread. Have YOU ever had bread from a wood-fired oven? We will blog about both the bake house and the cloam ovens in future posts.

Steve and Scott showing shins while clapboarding hips.

We'll leave the east/west facing hips open at the top to help vent smoke. I can almost smell the bread...

Thatching ridges

Perhaps nothing we have accomplished this winter has been more satisfying than making ridge repairs on the top of several thatched roofs in our re-created village. There is a good feeling in buttoning up a house which has had leaks in its roof.

When Justin is atop the roof ridge, his green hat is visible from space.

Justin, above, prepares to ascend the ladder to the ridge of Allerton House with a handful of spars. Spars are like wooden staples, helping to secure thatch to the roof frame. They are twisted in the middle, pointed on their ends, and driven into layers of thatch below.

Snake-like Rolls of Cattail on a Plane--Coming soon to a ridge near thee.

Thatch–in this case cattail–is rolled into long lengths in order to build up material along the ridge. When capping a roof, these rolls give the spars a thickness in which to be driven into and hold fast. Below is a video of some of the rolls in place on one of our roofs. The ridge bears the brunt of weather, but it’s also very thick with rolls and bent over courses. This repair along the ridge should last several years.

As happy as we all our to have fixed several roofs, Justin is happier still. Thatch-tastic, Keegan!!

I can see my flat in cambRIDGE across the bRIDGE–I seem to have left ajar my fRIDGE.

 

Hitting the books

 

Last week, seasonal interpreters were welcomed back to the museum to begin training for the new year. Topics are varied, and this year have included everything from The Reformation to Wampanoag/Anglo panel discussions on Squanto and Hobomock. We try to take advantage of as much training as we can in these last couple of weeks before opening in addition to leading a few sessions ourselves.

New season, new friends

Mingus, meet Jesse. Jesse, meet Mingus.

 

To do list:

Fill ruts in roads

Fix a couple of stuck doors

Cut and carry more more firewood

Sweep chimneys

Read some primary source materials


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Hewing and Baseball, The Nightcap

March 3rd, 2012 by Rick McKee

Allright, here’s the scenario: It’s been a Doty/Leister pitcher’s duel today in Plimoth, with no score (marks) yet…both pitchers are bringing the cheese, and we all know how much these colonists love their cheese…

“Hitting is fifty percent above the shoulders.”

Ted Williams

As the plane of the hewn face begins to take shape, it helps to visualize it as the top of a board being planed flat. The same principles apply: Is it straight along its length? Is the face of the board (timber) in wind? Do you need to change the direction of the plane (ax) based on the grain? You’ll sometimes find us stepping out of the batter’s box for a minute, kneeling, and staring down the hewn surface from a small distance. This perspective helps us to see the flat of the hewn surface. And frankly, after a few hours of hewing, maybe it helps to lighten the load a little as well, imagining  the 7 1/2 lb broad ax as nothing more than a scrub plane on steroids. It is, after all, performing the same function.

Top of the second (face)

He steps to the hewer’s baulks, kicks dirt off of his shoes, spits on his hands and grips his ax with a firm but relaxed grip…

Looking to hit one off the palisade...

Normally, we’ll hew two opposite faces before moving the timber 90 degrees. Oak is an active wood, and the tree will often bow away from a newly hewn face, messing with dimensions and layout.  But the baulking beneath the oak wasn’t notched to cradle a round bottom, and the timber was more secure with its new flat at the base.

The broad ax with its characteristic offset handle–hewing by degree to the line.

Big cut and a miss!

Hewing to the line = painting the black.

Making those first cuts to the chalk line can be a little tricky. Choke up on your ax a little and lighten the stroke. You’re looking to make contact with the line, not hit a homerun. But sometimes, you just miss. That’s a good time to step out of the batter’s box and catch your breath. Then, dig in there again.

End of the second

Square-ish. Laying out our joints, down the road, will be a heck of a lot easier with squared stuff.

7th inning stretch

Before starting the 3rd face, a little sharpening is in order. I use a Norton combination stone for a hone.

There is no clock in hewing. As long as the house is finished in November.

Top of the 3rd

Last ups

One side to go. A log of this quality should take about a day to hew 4 sides square. It’s knot-free and the grain runs straight. But it was also a little larger than we needed to hew a 7×8 from, and thus it took a little longer to square up. If the log’s diameter is just larger than the needed dimension–and a little wane is ok–the hewing is that much more quickly done. Sap wood is easier to hew than heartwood.

 

 

Error!

E-1, for those of you keeping score at home…

Oops. And DOH! I laid out the last face at 6 inches on one end, not 7. Fortunately I’d scored it only twice before realizing that something was amiss. “If the world was perfect, it wouldn’t be.” Yogi Berra

 

Franks here, get your franks!

Billington is barking at Standish from the dugout…

He’s being waived home! Here comes the play at the plate, err, post…

Safe!

One down and 19 to go. We’ll have our share of hewing and pit sawing over the next couple months to make all the various timbers for the new Francis Cooke House frame. Additionally, starting on St.Patrick’s Day when the museum opens up again, we’ll be doing this same work as roleplayers in the 17th century English Village. Even then, we’ll still be drawing parallels to baseball, reminding ourselves that verily, tis a long season and yea, like unto baseball, it hath more the humour of a marathon not a sprint.

 

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“It (baseball) breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart. The game begins in the spring, when everything else begins again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains come, it stops and leaves you to face the fall alone.” – A. Bartlett Giamatti

 


 

 

 

 

 

 

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