Saturday, March 23, 2013

Is Nostalgia "Portable"?

~I came upon the idea for this posting while reading an older post.~
...updated February 2015...

Lately I've been going through a sort of melancholy phase due, in part, to the many changes going on not only in my own personal life with the recent death of my brother, job changes, and neighborhood transitions, but in society in general. I am a traditional man with traditional values, and with modern times being what they are, I am nostalgic for an era I remember from long ago - a time no longer here.
Now, please do not send me nasty comments telling me to "get over it," "accept what the future holds," "live for today," "you need to get out of the past," "I suppose you want slavery back," and all the other asinine bile I get when I write in this manner whether here or on my Facebook page.
I still have a right to my thoughts and opinions just as you have a right not to read them if you prefer...
And it is my blog, right?
Good. Let's continue then...
So, as I was saying, I've been a bit melancholy, and when I get this way my thoughts tend to wander in many different directions, especially down the nostalgic trail.
An autumn scene right out of 1760. Yeah, I was there...
Nostalgia, as defined by Mr. Webster's dictionary, is described as a wistful desire to return in thought or in fact to a former time in one's life, to one's home or homeland, or to one's family and friends; a sentimental yearning for the happiness of a former place or time.
That would mean nostalgia is a very personal experience then, does it not? And according to the above definition, only those who actually experienced the time period firsthand actually have the right to feel an attachment to it.
However, I once read that "Nostalgia is portable," meaning it can be possible to feel a sentimental attachment to a time period one did not personally live through.
Hmmm...but that's not according to definition - - how can that be?
If nostalgia truly is portable, is it possible, then, for those of us who reenact the past, visit historical living history museums, or read extensively about a history from before we were born to experience these same nostalgic emotions?  I mean, it's pretty obvious that I was not around during the horse-and-carriage days, and yet I still have a sort of nostalgic feeling for those times.
...and I was also in 1882.
~Maybe it's because I've spent so much of my youth in a rural setting in the company of my Victorian-born grandparents, whose ways, morals and values, and even style of furniture was of the pre-electric, pre-modern era.
Real memories of a time before my time, though it occurred in my time.
~Maybe it's because I have been witnessing daily life of the 18th and 19th centuries while visiting the historical open-air museums of Greenfield Village and Crossroads Village quite frequently - sometimes weekly - for 30-plus years, intently watching and sometimes even taking part in the everyday activities of long ago.
Here I am taking part in the oh-so-important farming activity of plowing. Yeah...that's me behind the horses...
~Maybe it's because I have been actively participating for well over a decade in the world of mid-19th century living history - and more recently, colonial reenacting - with a strong attempt to accurately and authentically bring that era back to life, if only for a weekend at a time.
I mean, when one thinks about it, if I added up each day I spend reenacting and include the times I visit open-air museums, I am immersed in the past an awful lot, aren't I?
So, with taking everything into account, does this mean that I can actually feel a sort of Webster definition of nostalgia for times long past?

How about my children, each of whom, since birth, have attended colonial and Civil War reenactments (before participation and after), visited v-e-r-y often the above mentioned museums and witnessed almost weekly people in period clothing performing the historical activities of horse-drawn plowing, cooking on wood and coal-burning stoves or over an open hearth inside ancient American homes, milking cows, caring for chickens, riding in carriages, on steamboats, and on trains, picnicking near a covered bridge...
And, as you know, they have also been a part of the living history/reenacting world for most of their lives.
Then there are the many, many summertime weekends in the small 19th century-built American town of Lexington (Michigan), where such things as visiting a general store that has a mix of old and new items (including penny candy), an old stagecoach stop turned into a restaurant that still keeps its period appearance, catching pollywogs at the creek, bonfires at night, and extremely little TV watching, were all commonplace.
Wouldn't you say this is pretty old-timey stuff?
Just ask a typical pre-teen today how much of what I just mentioned they themselves experienced; I can practically guarantee most have not...ever (unless their your child, right? Because chances are, if you're reading this, you and I have a very similar mindset).
With all of this, can they be nostalgic for eras beyond their own time?
We had our family image put on a tintype by famed tintype photographer Rob Gibson (Gods & Generals, Gettysburg, Cold Mountain) when we were in Gettysburg a few years ago. We have the memory of dressing up in our Sunday best, walking to his gallery (located in a mid-19th century building), and posing for our portrait - the same exact experience as people had from 150 years earlier.
Though they are very contemporary people, my family probably includes the past beyond most. You see, my wife, Patty, has very much the same sort of desire as I in that she prefers the more traditional and rural ways of life over the modern cut throat, hustle and bustle of the 21st century.
One of her passions is spinning wool into yarn.
In fact, during the summer of 2014 she spent weeks picking through and cleaning three 30-gallon garbage bags of raw wool she received from a sheep-owning friend. I mean raw wool, for it had sheep poop, hay, grass, sticks, and dirt, imbedded in it.
As you can see, the raw sheep wool my wife was cleaning was spread out all over. Most of the dirtiest work/cleaning was done outside in the yard, but some was done inside, which definitely gave our home that barnyard-fresh smell!
She spent hours and hours carding the wool with her carding paddles before we had the chance to take the rest to a carding mill - - a real honest-to-goodness carding mill, located in Frankenmuth, Michigan.
Again, just as folks did 150 years ago.
And this mill (Zeilingers) uses carding machines of the 19th century:
Carding machines at the Carding Mill in Frankenmuth

Patty also loves to sit on our front porch or in our back yard and spin on her spinning wheel, not only because it relaxes her, but because she loves to crochet as well, and the idea of "sheep to shawl" is very appealing to her. She has crochet mittens, scarves, shawls, sontags, hats, and just about anything else you can think of.
She really gets a kick out of having total strangers out for a walk come up to our porch to watch her do this traditional craft. One just doesn't see spinning on a spinning wheel very often in the suburbs!
So here is my wife living the 19th century life of luxury in the middle of modern suburbia: chick-sitting my son's chickens, dog-sitting my son's dog, and enjoying the relaxing craft of spinning wool into yarn, all the while wearing her period clothing----wait----scratch that last part!
And Patty always enjoys going to Greenfield and Crossroads Villages, taking long rural rides in the country to visit small-town America (besides Lexington), antiquing, quilting, knitting, and looking at old houses.
Are we a match made in heaven or what?

And our kids?
Well, our oldest, though very contemporary, still embodies the spirit of the past in his life; besides reenacting, Tom plays guitar and sings in a rock band as well as sings in a couple of period vocal music groups. He raises chickens and grows his own vegetables while preferring a traditional style of planting his heirloom seeds as shown in this book he received for Christmas: Vegetable Gardening the Colonial Williamsburg Way - 18th Century Methods for Today's Organic Gardners over the more modern methods. He also spent a few weeks in the summer of 2014 caring for another friends farm while said friend was out of town for a few weeks.
His values, morals, and political fervor goes against the modern grain as well.
Here is Tom dressed in his Dickensian costume - it's what he wears when singing old world Christmas carols with the period vocal group Simply Dickens. It's pretty obvious that period vocal groups have a large following, especially among cheerleaders!

My second son, Robert, is to Civil War military reenacting what I am to Civil War civilian reenacting; he is constantly reading not only of the battle tactics, but of the everyday life of the soldier as well, using such resources as the infamous Hard Tack and Coffee book to help guide him.
He is going to college, and is on his way to becoming a paramedic. Like his older brother, his values, morals, and political fervor also goes against the grain of modern society.
Here Rob stands with his Lorenz musket. Why a Lorenz and not the more common Springfield? Because once he learned the the original members of the 21st Michigan used a Lorenz for the first couple of years after mustering in, he felt the need to have one so he could be as accurate and authentic as possible. He's his father's son, that's for sure.

I have two younger children: son #3 is preparing for college. He has Aspergers Syndrome which is in the autism family, and his interests lie in different directions, but yet still historical. For instance, he loves lighthouses, and, with Michigan being the state with the most lighthouses in the U.S., we make it a point to try and visit at least a different one every year if we can.
Here is my third son very happily getting his photo taken near the Port Sanilac Lighthouse, which was built in 1886. He hates having his picture taken but willingly does at each light house we visit.

My youngest child - my daughter - enjoys the life of a teen with her ipod, sleep overs, teen fashion designing, the latest in popular music, and the giddiness that a 21st century teen girl usually has. But she can also knit, crochet, spin on a spinning wheel, sew, and tell you of her 1860's life from sun up til sun down. She can also sing along with such well-known period tunes as Shady Grove, Wayfaring Stranger, Johnny Has Gone For a Soldier, and Some Folks Do.
My sometimes unlady-like daughter can be found up a tree. I do believe she and Laura Ingalls would have been fast friends had they ever had the chance to meet!
All four of my children consider Greenfield Village the 'place they grew up' - kind of like their 'old neighborhood,' for aside from the rural Lexington visits, Greenfield Village is the place they've been to most.
And each has a respect for and an understanding of the past.
The best of two very different worlds.
Oh, you bet I am proud!
My three sons at the now defunct Colonial Days event in Greenfield Village 1997. No, we were not reenactors at the time; the village had a collection of clothing for kids to try on to see how they would look if they lived in colonial times. It was great fun!
When my wife read the original Tom Sawyer to our kids a number of years ago, they understood and easily identified with the story and the characters. Because we participate in many progressive events, they can identify.
My daughter at age two on the upper deck of the 19th century steamboat Suwanee. We began seriously reenacting the year this photo was taken but hadn't had a proper dress for her yet (or shoes or pretty much anything else!) because we really hadn't done our first reenactment, but we made the best of what we had.
(By the way, if you are interested in reading more about this steamboat, please click HERE)

So...after reading what I wrote here, and knowing that my family and I have many of the same memories that the people of the 18th and 19th centuries had, can we be nostalgic for that period in time?
Is nostalgia really portable?
To add to this thought, maybe there is also a sense of longing as well...
Longing is defined as a strong, persistent desire or craving, especially for something unattainable or distant.
"Unattainable or distant?"
Because of my reasoning in this post, experiencing a time long past has not necessarily been unattainable or distant, has it?
And maybe...just maybe...I do have a nostalgic longing for times before my own time, even if it's only through experience, because many memories would still be the same.
Maybe nostalgia really is portable.
This is, believe it or not, our first posed family photo with our six week old son, taken in Port Huron in August 1988. It was at a fair and they had one of those "old time picture booths." Naturally, we just had to get our image taken. In all honesty, I don't think it turned out bad at all, considering where and how it took place. We used to tell Tommy that we were really from the 1800's and had transported ourselves into the future after he was born.

What are your thoughts?

 P.S. I realize this posting goes off the beaten path for me. Nostalgia and longing both are a yearning, though for the good times, not the bad. Please note that I do understand this.
Thoughts enter my head and, well, sometimes these thoughts form into something much bigger, such as this post - - - nothing earth shattering, mind you, just something a bit out-of-the-ordinary such as what you've just read.
If nothing else I hope I was able to take you away on a different road for a few minutes.
And I hope you enjoyed some of the older photos of my family. Looking at them also made me nostalgic!










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Sunday, March 10, 2013

2013 Civil War Civilian Meeting

No "Civil War smiles" here!! We're all just happy to be together while in our period clothing. It's been a long couple of months since we've time-traveled!

March is here!
You know what that means in my household? Yep - - another period dress civilian meeting!
I really enjoy these meetings for a number of reasons, first and foremost being that we get to put on our 1860's clothing. I get asked every-so-often from members of other units on why we do this; why do we wear our reenacting clothing for a meeting?
Well, number one it keeps us in the right frame of mind through the meeting; it helps to keep us focused on the reason for the gathering in the first place.
It also gives many of us the opportunity to make sure we haven't 'outgrown' our clothing over the winter months, though a few in our group (including yours truly) tend to wear their period clothing numerous times during the off season.
But most of all I believe it's because we actually like to wear it.
The main topic of this year's civilian meeting focused on the immersion experience; to get as close as one can to time-traveling back to the early 1860's by learning to use the five senses of sight, sound, smell, touch, and even taste - to mind-travel.
Much of what I had to say on the subject came from a posting I wrote earlier this year (click HERE to read it), and I must say I was very pleased at the reaction from the members of our unit, especially with the prospect of utilizing what we all learned for use in upcoming events, for we have opportunities to, once again, use period structures in our immersion excursions. 

One of the best things about the civilians of the 21st Michigan is that we each look at reenacting not just as a time to sit around camp with our friends, but to actually take on a persona - an occupation, if you will - of one from the past. In other words, just as our ancestors each had jobs, whether as a chicken farmer, a post master, running a household, or a laundress, we also make the attempt to replicate that life as well. As you will see in the photograph directly below, Margaret is learning her new station in life as a domestic servant. Her employer, Mrs. Paladino, recently opened up a boarding house and will need servant girls to help her in this endeavor, and Margaret, who has recently fallen on hard times, has found herself in a position of servitude.
Margaret was just hired on as Mrs. Paladino's domestic servant and is learning her role in this new life station. Mrs. Paladino's husband is off fighting for the cause, and to show her support she has Margaret looking sharp in a patriotic apron.
Our group also has a U.S. Christian Commission, a politician (Senator Jacob Howard), a school principal, a teacher, a lighthouse keeper (hey! This is Michigan - the state with more lighthouses than any other state in the Union!), another domestic servant (who happens to work for my wife and I), a telegraph operator, a Quaker Abolitionist (Mrs. Laura Smith Haviland), and a farm girl (who actually works at the Firestone Farm at Greenfield Village!).
We have many other civilians, mostly women, that portray domestic life, including young ladies who attend Dame Schools, a seamstress, and my wife who enjoys pulling out her spinning wheel to show visitors - especially children - the fine craft of spinning wool into yarn.
I believe this young lady, who attends a school for girls, has her beau on her mind instead of her studies...
I foresee a very exciting future in the past!

My wife made a delicious chicken soup for everyone to eat during a break in the meeting, and most everyone brought food, snacks, and temperance drinks to share as well, including sugar cookies, goober peas, summer sausage, cheese, muffins, celery, apple pie, sarsaparilla, and so much more.
After break I thought it would be fun for everyone to look through my books containing images of actual photographs from the mid-19th century and to try and replicate them.
I was right - - it was fun!
In fact, at times there was a line up for photo replications. I would position the 'subjects' in as close a manner as I could to their 19th century 'counterparts.'
I do not have a period camera, however, but I do own a digital camera and the Paint Shop Pro photo computer program (which I like much better than Photo Shop) and can *magically* transform a modern picture into a tintype/Daguerreotype/CDV in no time.
So...(you knew this was coming, didn't you?)...without further ado, I'd like to present the originals and the replicas:





















 



Now, the following photos are also replicas but, I must confess, I cannot find which books that I own that the original photographs came from. Even without a comparison, I think you will agree that these images have a very period look and feel to them, for, just like the above pictures, they are posed in the same manner as an original.
I hope you enjoy them:

 

 
 



Here we are with our 19th century smiles
And thus ends the 2013 21st Michigan Civilian meeting. As you can see, we had a very large number of our civilian membership show up. It's living historians/reenactors like who you see here that, through their dedication and want of history, truly do bring the past to life.
As the civilian coordinator, I couldn't be more proud!






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Friday, March 1, 2013

Zap! You Are Now in the Mid-19th Century, and it's Spring! What Do You Do Now? (an update)

 (Updated from last years post, here is a more complete picture of springtime in the mid-19th century)

In our modern society, spring cleaning and outdoor preparedness still exists, but not quite in the same way as was done 50, 100, and especially 150 years ago. Here in the 21st century, when the sun shines and the temperatures begin to climb into the 40's, 50, and even 60's, what do so many think of doing? Yes - that modern spring ritual, shopping! Seriously! My own wife has said (and this is almost a verbatim quote): "It's beautiful outside! It makes me want to go shopping!"
And she's not alone. There are many others who think the same way (and I thank God I am not one of 'em!).
But it wasn't quite like this a few generations ago. In fact, why don't we take a peek into the past, at the way the coming of spring was "celebrated" by women and by men in the mid 19th century and see if we can't attempt to replicate that time:

My parlor after spring cleaning...
Ahhh…March…the month of springtime… the sun is out, the snow is melting, temperatures are rising, the hyacinths and daffodils are poking through...
As folks living in 1863, many of our discussions when we gather together will concern our everyday lives of that time; instead of wanting to go shopping in the beautiful weather as our modern counterparts do, we will, instead, discuss what we need to and have already accomplished for the coming season, for it is spring time, you know, and spring has always been a time for preparing for the rest of the year; a time for a new beginning. A time for leaving the winter darkness and cold to a time for sunny warmth and renewal...


Here in March, the house is very dirty; spring has always been the time for a ritual turning out and thorough cleaning of the entire house, from cellar to attic. Spring cleaning entails more domestic disruption and manual labor than its autumnal counterpart. It was said that if you had ever witnessed the hurry, bustle, confusion, and noise of a house-raising or a ship launching you could have some idea of this house cleaning business. Therefore, “a husband, however beloved, becomes a perfect nuisance during this season of female rage.”
The ashes and soot from constant fires for cooking and warmth - combined with the soot from candles and oil lamps - is on nearly every surface, the mud of fall and winter covering the soles of shoes are now ground into the floors and rugs, firewood chips and slivers lie throughout, especially in corners...the kitchen and family parlor (or sitting room) have been the center of activity for months, and the remnants of spinning, sewing, whittling, and other wintertime activities are in desperate need to be cleared away.

Pictures have been removed and, once the carpet is un-tacked and lifted, the walls will be scoured
Each room in turn is emptied and scrubbed and freshened with new whitewash and the furniture rubbed and polished. Susan Leslie recalled her mother awaking before dawn to begin her housecleaning. “The two parlors, dining room, entry and staircase are all carefully and thoroughly swept before six o’clock. She then calls up her domestics, if they are not already up.”
 Heavy drapery is to be taken down and be replaced with the summer curtains, fresh blinds replace the filthy ones that have taken on the winter's grime, and the windows need to be washed. Removing the ashes from the fireplace and sweeping and scouring the hearth desperately needs to be done. The rugs must be taken up and shook, carpets will be un-tacked and given a thorough cleaning while fresh straw matting is laid down before the carpet is reattached “to make it soft, I guess” (from Catherine Havens upon her remembrances of her sister’s mid-nineteenth century best parlor). Although straw for matting was quite popular, a number of folks felt it wasn’t good for the carpeting due to causing uneven wear.
Taking a little breather - -
And how is your spring cleaning going...?
The feather beds are put away for the summer and replaced with straw mattresses, and the wall hangings are removed and the dust scrubbed from the frames. 
The removal of winter stoves and the cleaning of chimneys commences, and the cleaning of pantries and bins are also necessary to help keep it as clear of bugs and rodents as possible..

Some of the winter vegetables have begun to rot, and the apples are getting soft. Mushy potatoes will be made into starch, and the winter's accumulation of fat needs to be made into soap before it turns rancid.
          White garments and linens need a proper wash. The difficulties of drying clothing thoroughly in freezing weather has resulted in badly yellowed sheets, shirts, and undergarments. Linens that had been hung to dry before the fire have holes from flying sparks and need to be mended. Woolen clothing worn for weeks on unwashed bodies really smell. Flannel undergarments have begun to itch instead of providing comfort.

 For farmers, February's last days are like the 21st century's New Year Season. Accounts and diaries are closed and inventories are made. There is talk of spring and the new farm year. All farm calendars and diaries, almanacs and agricultural manuals begin appropriately with March.
"The new year is at our door," says a diary entry of the period, "spring is with us in March when we are yet sitting by the fireside..."
The American farmer, who drinks cider daily at his table instead of water or milk, is never-less a sober man. But mead and 'hardened cider brandy' are always in order, no matter what the after effects, during the March preparations for the coming seasons of labor.
Now, before we get into the actual outside chores for the coming of spring, let's look a little at our everyday lives of the mid-19th century:
Boys still under the age of ten not only know how to expertly use firearms, but also learn how to handle an axe and keep it ready for use. The axe, aside from his rifle, is perhaps the most important tool that a man could have. And just as girls help their mothers with the housework, boys work next to their fathers in the fields.
In appraising the future of a farm, fences are reckoned a prime necessity. Almanac after almanac starts the month of March with "Look to your fences." March is the ideal season for storing up firewood and splitting fence-rails. March winds dry out the winter-cut logs in the woods, making them easier to haul in. 
"The differences in saving between green and dry wood," says the 1821 farmer's Almanac, "will pay the expense of sledding, besides the extra trouble of kindling fires." 
Split-rail fencing around a farm is often worth more than the land itself. In 1850, the fencing for a three hundred acre farm cost nearly ten thousand dollars (at the current 21st century price level).
Although March is the month for hauling in and cutting up wood, the actual felling of trees for fence material is often done during the second running of sap, in August. By way of a wooden mallet, rails are always split by hammering on them with wedges, never by striking them with an ax. (The use of wooden hammers is now almost a lost art, but the workshop of a century and a half ago had a great variety of them).
Timber cut at the proper season, or dried in the proper season, and split at the proper season, is so easily cleaved with a wooden hammer and wedge that the work offers profound satisfaction and is peculiarly fascinating. Abraham Lincoln knew this relaxing pleasure, saying that some of his "best thinking was done when working hardest at splitting rails."

I see items a farmer may need, just in case his tools from last year cannot be mended

The March chore of laying up new fuel wood also heralds the end of winter, the season of the hearth. Besides heating and cooking equipment, there are always a few pieces of wood present, being seasoned by the winter fire. Special wood for ax handles and other farm tools is laboriously dried at the fireplace, and even lightly charred for strength. Special pieces are often left near the fireplace for as long as a year, to render them properly seasoned.

No American season is more definite than sugaring time. The right time is usually between late February/early March through early April when the sap is flowing properly. The nights are still cold enough to freeze sharply and the days warm enough to thaw freely. The thermometer must not rise above forty degrees by day, nor sink below 24 degrees at night. It is this magic see-sawing between winter and spring that decides the sugaring season.
To collect the sap, holes are bored in the maple tree, followed by the hammering in of a wooden tube called a spile. Under the spile a wooden bucket, made by the local cooper, is placed to catch the clear watery sap. Each day the buckets of sap are emptied into one large barrel, which is hauled back to the boiling area.

Painting by Eric Sloane

There, three iron kettles made by the local blacksmith hang over fires. In the first kettle, the watery tasteless sap is vigorously boiled over a roaring fire. The water will gradually evaporate, leaving behind a thicker, sweeter liquid. This is then ladled into the second kettle where it is gently boiled to thicken more. Constant stirring keeps it from burning. This thick, sweet syrup can then be poured into crocks to be used on porridge or cakes. Or, it can be ladled into the third kettle. If this is done, the liquis will then, over a smaller fire, be carefully stirred until it turns into sugar. The sugar will be packed into wooden boxes and tubs to be used in the coming year.
Sugaring is hard work, but we try to make such a cheerful season of it that the whole family looks forward to sugaring, making it more play than work.
And, of course, one of the best parts of maple syrup making is testing the outcome!

Just in case you are interested in maple sugaring

(Iffin you don't mind, I'm going to step on a soap box for a moment here. I have in front of me a bottle of Log Cabin Original Syrup. These are the ingredients as listed on the bottle: corn syrup, liquid sugar (natural sugar, water), salt, natural and artificial flavors (lactic acid), cellulose gum, preservatives (sorbic acid, sodium benzoate), sodium hexametaphosphate, caramel color, phosphoric acid.

Now here is what's in the bottle of Spring Tree Maple Syrup that is also in front of me: 100% pure maple syrup.
What would you rather put into your body?
Methinks that the Log Cabin syrup is somehow not quite as original as they say...
Okay, I'm off my soap box now)

As this is the end of the winter season we would most likely be using up things in the root cellar.
In the meat category, ham is readily available since it is getting warmer and whatever is left in the smokehouse isn't likely to keep much longer. (I personally suspect that's how ham for Easter got to be so popular). To be a bit more adventuresome there is also lamb and veal in some of your barns, I'm sure (newborn animals that don't make it are not wasted). Fresh beef maybe but most likely there is not much left. Instead, there is salted beef.
For vegetables, we have the last of the potatoes, winter squash, carrots, onions, dried beans, and asparagus from last year.
Depending on how late in the spring we are looking at, there might also be fresh lettuce - especially if one had cold frames or hot frames to grow them in.
Pickled items of all sorts are on the pantry shelves, cucumber pickles, watermelon rind pickles, sauerkraut, pickled peppers, pickled onions etc…
For fruit we have jellys, jams, and the last of our cellar apples. Raisins are available, but they would have been imported. (I can't find evidence that grapes were grown in Michigan during the War, but if anyone has information to the contrary I'd be happy to see it).

Not much left in our cellar - planting season can't come soon enough!

And, though it is March as I write this, as a farmer - remember, we are in 1863 - I must be prepared for spring planting, which, here in Michigan, would begin to take place in April, depending on the warmth of the weather, of course. This is what I will plant: onions, potatoes, peas, lettuce, leeks, cabbage, and asparagus. But before any planting is to be done I must plow my land after the long, cold winter has stiffened the ground and made the dirt rock hard. As the plow turns the soil over, the vegetable matter from last year's crop that resided on top becomes buried underneath so the decay can enrich the soil, while the soil underneath is now brought to the surface, all rich and and ready to take on the planting life.

Plowing the land in preparation for spring planting

The process of plowing is an unbroken link to the past, one of which is carried on today, though with much greater ease than in the past.
Using a harrow to follow the rough finish left by plowing is another necessity. The purpose of a harrow is to break up the clumps of soil and to provide a smoother finish to the land, making for better planting and growth.

Harrowing the land, breaking up the clumps of dirt the plow left behind

In the early part of the 20th century, Henry Ford  commented that children knew more about wars than about harrows, even though harrows did more to build this country than wars. Hence part of his reasoning for his creating the Greenfield Village open-air museum as well as his oft-repeated (out of context) "history is bunk!" statement: "History as it is taught in the schools deals largely with...wars, major political controversies, territorial extensions and the like. When I went to our American history books to learn how our forefathers harrowed the land, I discovered that the historians knew nothing about harrows. Yet our country depended more on harrows than on guns or great speeches. I thought a history which excluded harrows and all the rest of daily life is bunk and I think so yet."

And, since I planned my breeding, my sow is farrowing and we have piglets to raise. If one doesn't make it, guess what? I'll have suckling pig to eat for Sunday.
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Many of us who live in the 21st century know so little of the everyday life of our not-too-distant ancestors. I know of a few friends who still carry on some of these traditions, such as maple sugaring, much in the same way as was done over a century ago.
It's to these 21st century artisans that practice the customs of long ago that this posting (and this entire blog) is dedicated to.

The information for the above posting was taken from the following three books - 
"The Seasons of America Past" by Eric Sloane 
"Our Own Snug Fireside" by Jane C. Nylander
"Victorian Farm"
and, for the planting information, I must thank my very good friend (and 21st Michigan member) Wendi Schroeder.
The four books listed here give wonderful and detailed information about the seasonal nature of living in times past.
Also, if you are interested in old farming tools, check out this post HERE
I hope you enjoy it.







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