The Empty Chair, the Next Generation: Off to War

July 12 Proclamation By the Governor of 

Connecticut

 In my last post I wrote about George Lewis' life in Meriden before entering the service. He heeded the call issued by President Lincoln on July 1, 1862 for 300,000 infantry troops. The governors of many of the states issued their own proclamations calling for the formation of new regiments. Connecticut's governor called for at least six regiments. Several of these regiments, including what became the 15th Connecticut Volunteers, formed out of New Haven County. The regiment had two companies out of Meriden, Companies A and F. George was listed in Company F.

The new volunteers trained for several weeks while their regiments were organized, and by mid August they were ready to depart. They mustered on August 25.

In his History of the Fifteenth Connecticut Volunteers in the War for the Defense of the Union (1893) Sheldon B. Thorpe notes:

Studied closely as a whole, no regiment was put into the field by the State of Connecticut containing so large a percentage of education, morality, and religion as was embodied in this." (p. 13)

 Thorpe, who also served in the regiment, relates a story that transpired a few days before their departure the Atwater Armor Company in New Haven had made a killing selling iron plate bullet proof vests to more than two hundred soldiers. They thought them a good idea, but when they put them to use in Washington they tossed them in the Potomac River because they.were useless and too heavy.

The Long Bridge, near where I-395 now crosses

On the 28th they reached New York City and marched down 4th Avenue and Broadway to the Battery where they boarded a transport. The next day they reached Washington, marching down Pennsylvania Avenue and then on to Arlington Heights. They reached the Long Bridge, one of the two main bridges that crossed the Potomac into Arlington. For the next two months they camped at Camp Chase and guarded the Long Bridge. From Camp Chase they could hear the artillery firing at the Second Battle of Bull Run.

Thorpe describes the condition on the banks of the Potomac that he describes as "poisonous marshes":

The immediate duty of the regiment at this time was the guarding of the Washington end of Long Bridge, and the commissary stores at Fort Runvon. The fort was a veritable death-trap. Situated on the great marshes bordering the Potomac, it was in the midst of a most foul and fever breeding district — the air was filled with poison, and on the unacclimated lads of the North it fastened with a deadly grip. The ague became prevalent in camp, and in a short time numbered its victims by the hundred. (pp 21-22)

It is well known that two soldiers died of disease for every one that died of battle wounds. As Thorpe notes, for New England men this was exacerbated because they did not have a built up resistance to the illnesses present in a southern climate.

96th Pennsylvania drilling in 1861 by Mathew Brady. Source: National Archives & Records Administration.

 The rest of September was occupied with drilling and parades and reviews in Washington.

DAILY DUTY A. M.

Reveille. 6.00. 

Surgeon's call, 6.15. 

Squad drill, 6.15 to 7.15.

Breakfast, 7.15. 

Guard mount, 8.00. 

Officers' drill, 8.30 to 9.30. 

Company drill, 9.30 to 11.00.


1st Sergeant's call, 12.00. Dinner, 12.00. 

P.M.

Inspection quarters, 1.00.

Battalion drill, 2.00 to 4.00.

Dress parade, 5.30.

Supper, 6.00.

Officers' meeting, 7.30.

Tattoo, 9.00.

Taps, 9.30.

Next time, George's letter home.

The Empty Chair: Part 4, The Next Generation

 

George Hallam Lewis, 1862

This is the first in a series of blogs about another ancestor of mine. He wasn’t famous. He was just another one of the 650,000 soldiers who died in the Civil War. My family’s memory of him lasts, though, because of his early death.

George is the first ancestor that I have a connection to through family artifacts. Have a number of things that belonged to him, such as several books, a photograph he had taken before he left for the war, and a few other items. Two letters remain, one he wrote to his wife back home, and another written by his sergeant to my great great grandmother after he died. Those will come in a later post.

My family has a long memory. The Lewis family has been in Connecticut since the founding of the colony in the 1630's. In the Lewis line, my immigrant 9 gr. grandfather, William Lewis, settled in Farmington. The family stayed there for several generations before my branch of the family moved to the newly settled Wallingford in 1670. In Meriden, where generations of the Lewis family were born, lived, and died, family houses still stand. There is a street named after George's uncle, I.C. Lewis. Other branches of my family have been in Connecticut for centuries, so combined, it makes for a long memory. I have been aware of George my entire life, and grew up with objects from him. In an odd way, he has been a presence throughout my entire life, even though he died almost a century before I was born. My middle name is his last name.

My great great grandfather, George Hallam Lewis, was born on January 16, 1833 in my hometown, Meriden, Connecticut. His parents were Partrick and Mary Lewis. Partrick is the ancestor I wrote about in a series of blog posts a couple of years ago. His business went bankrupt and he travelled west to Iowa to homestead, and instead became deathly ill and died in Burlington, Iowa. George would have had only faint memories of his father since he was just four years old when he left in 1837.

I.C. Lewis teapot, 1848-52

George’s name is an interesting place to start. “George” is a very common name. Many parents named their sons “George” or “George Washington Xxxxxx” in honor of our first President. But his middle name has intrigued me for a long time. I have discovered the source, however, in the world of poetry. Apparently a close friend of Alfred Lord Tennyson was a poet named Arthur Hallam. He was engaged to Tennyson’s sister, and there was a scandal of sorts surrounding the engagement. Hallam was a published poet, and had a following.

Arthur Henry Hallam was not long to live, however. He died suddenly on September 15, 1833 in Vienna of apoplexy resulting from a congenital malformation of the brain. He was mourned in the world of poetry. The timing with George’s birth must be more that a coincidence, with George being born only a few months earlier.

What probably happened was Partrick and Mary added the middle name “Hallam” to George’s name in memory of a poet who was memorialized in Tennyson’s later, much loved poem “In Memoriam.” Hallam was a romantic poet like Tennyson. His poems bear the same romantic feelings found in poets of that period.

It would not be surprising if Partrick and Mary were familiar with Hallam’s poetry. Given the timing of his death and George’s middle name it seems certain.

Isaac C. Lewis in later life.

I.C. Lewis trademark

George lived in East Meriden. In 1850, at the age of 17, he was living in the large household of his uncle, Isaac C. Lewis, who was able to thrive in the same trade that his older brother Patrick had failed in. Isaac C. Lewis went on to help found the Meriden Britannia Company, which became International Silver Company.

George's signature in the book on horses

I.C. Lewis became a surrogate father for George. We will see in a subsequent post how Isaac felt responsible for his nephew.

Colorful frontispiece to Sartain's Magazine

My family has several books that belonged to George. One is a popular book on horses from 1854. Another is an 1852 bound volume of a popular magazine. Monthly magazines were very popular, providing new reading material. Bound volumes such as this were prized long after they were published. This particular volume is the January-June, 1852 issues of Sartain's Magazine of Literature and Art, which he acquired in 1855. It is filled with poetry, short stories, and travel accounts from Europe.

One last book is a biography of the Empress Josephine given to Elizabeth in 1851, the year before they were married.

George and Elizabeth had four children:

Josephine Elizabeth (1854-1906)

George F. (1855-1921)

Samuel Clinton (1857-1939) My great grandfather, my father's maternal grandfather

Wilbur Alton (1861-1886) 

All were obviously young when their father left for the war in the summer of 1862.

Next time: George leaves for the war.

Lexington and Concord: A Family Connection 250 Years Later

 Growing up in the 60’s in suburban Connecticut, history was a the very heart of our family’s life.  Through my mother’s genealogical research and my father’s long collective memory of past generations we had a better sense than many of the relative longevity of our family in New England. In the decades since then I have been able to solve some genealogical mysteries and flesh out different branches of my family’s past. With the advent of genealogical research online it has become vastly easier.

Engraving by Amos Doolittle, based on eyewitness accounts, December, 1775

I don't do genealogy to find famous ancestors in order to brag about them. Some of my notorious ancestors are nothing to brag about. But, you can pick your friends but you're stuck with your family. I do genealogical research to understand who I am and where I come from. My identity is hardwired in New England, where much of my family on both sides lived for centuries.

I made one of my earlier discoveries in the 80’s, when I discovered that through my father I was descended from one of the eight minutemen who died on Lexington Green on April 19, 1775.

So here’s how I found him. Skip this paragraph if you’re not interested in the details.  I can’t remember exactly when. I used to go to a local Mormon church that had a genealogical research center, where all were welcome whether or not you were a member. It was a wonderful resource. On one trip I was tracing back a line in my father’s family. We had known for quite awhile where the Cowing line came from, back to a Scottish ancestor who was sold as an indentured servant in Puritan Massachusetts after the last English Civil War in the 1650’s. There wasn’t much to find out there. However, we hadn’t done much with the Page line. My great grandfather, Walter Cowing (1845-1913) married Caroline S. Page (1860-1942) who was from Boston area. I started to go back and see what I could find. The Page line went back into Lexington, Massachusetts at the time of the Revolution and before that. That was interesting. My 4 gr. grandfather, Timothy Page (1778-1860) married an Isanna Harrington (1779-1861).  I discovered that the Harringtons were a huge family in Lexington at that time. Isanna’s mother (my 5 gr. Grandmother) was Anne Munroe (1740-1811). Munroe was another prominent name in Lexington. Anne’s father was a Robert Munroe (1712-April 19, 1775). That date in 1775? Why was that date familiar. I knew it had something to do with the beginning of the Revolution. It took a minute but I realized what it was. I sat there, stunned, for several minutes. Nobody in my family had remembered this. Maybe everyone collectively forgot it. It blew my mind. That night I called my parents to tell them, and they couldn’t believe it. We had spent a decade portraying a British regiment in Revolutionary War re-enactments, so we all knew quite a bit about the weaponry of the time, and how battles were fought.

With the 250th anniversary of the Battles of Lexington and Concord tomorrow I’m thinking about Robert Munroe and the world he lived in. He had served in the 7 Years War in Roger’s Rangers in the 1750’s, as Britain and France fought for control of what is now eastern Canada. He had seen war up close. At 63 he was elderly by the standards of the time, and instead of carrying a musket (which weighed well over ten pounds) he was the ensign, carrying the flag. Today a flag in battle may seem a superfluous thing to someone not acquainted by war, but at the time the flag was a marker, a signpost. It told the soldiers where they were supposed to be. It was honorary to be the ensign but also immensely important and practical.

Robert Munroe was a farmer like many in his community. He was born in Lexington in 1712. He was related to the Harringtons, several of whom also took part in the battle on Lexington Green. One of them famously crawled to the front door of his family home and died at the feet of his wife.

In our re-enactment days we used to joke about how the Lexington Militia stayed up all night at the Munroe Tavern waiting for the British force they were sure was going to come. We all realized that they weren’t just drinking lemonade. Perhaps the militia line was a bit ragged the next morning.

What happened early that morning was far from funny, though. As the militia line waited the 700 British soldiers marched on to the Green opposite the militia line. From my re-enactment days I know that the maximum distance the British line could be was about 100 yards away if they had any hope of hitting anyone. At that distance they would have only half a chance of hitting someone. At 300 yards only one quarter of a chance.

It’s important to recognize the limitations of the firearms of the time. The British Long Pattern Brown Bess musket was an effective weapon as it was used, but it had limitations. Introduced in 1722, it had a flintlock firing mechanism. I won't go into the details as to how it was fired, but it wasn't just a matter of putting in bullets and pulling the trigger. Nearly five feet in length, the musket has a smooth bore varying from 75 to 80 caliber (100 caliber is an inch), and the balls that were fired were smaller, about 69 caliber, because the carbon buildup inside the barrel would clog it after a number of shots. Brown Bess muskets had a smooth bore, with no rifling, and the balls exited with much less force. A trained soldier of the line would be able to fire three or four shots a minute in the heat of battle. These muskets did not have sights. A soldier did not fire at an individual. They fired in mass volleys at the opposing line. If you had the misfortune of being hit in a limb with a lead ball almost 3/4" in diameter you were guaranteed to lose that limb. The ball would not go through. It would flatten out and shatter a leg or arm bone beyond repair.

Me firing a Brown Bess, ca. 1975

Robert Munroe was the first person in the militia line to be killed, and that was no accident. The British may have had a sniper armed with a rifle to pick off the officers. Munroe was third in command of the militia and with the flag he would have made an excellent target. In the end eight militia members were killed.

But the big question--who fired the first shot?

Here's my take. In my opinion a British soldier would not have fired the first shot. These soldiers were trained to collectively follow commands to the letter, not to act independently. I am fully convinced that the first shot was fired by a militia member. They also knew the tension of the moment. Perhaps one of them decided that standing in lines facing one another was too much and they fired a shot to get things going. Or it may have been a misfire. Flintlock muskets can certainly misbehave at times. Or it may have been the consequence of staying up in the tavern all night. We will never know.

After the initial confrontation the British continued on to Concord, their destination, in order to seize a store of gunpowder. The militia followed, and the Concord Militia was alerted. The ensuing battle at the North Bridge in Concord, followed by a ragged British retreat to Boston ended the day. The militia picked off many British soldiers from behind stone walls.

It's easy to romanticize this day,and many will undoubtedly do so. I do not. I've been in enough re-enacted Revolutionary War battles to know that isn't realistic. A battle at that time was hot, very dirty, and very dangerous. On this day the militia must have known that armed conflict with the British military would have severe consequences but they did it anyway. They could not have imagined what would flow from this brief conflict on their front lawns. They were defending their homes.

Me with my parents, 4/20/75

I don't like to think of war as inevitable in any situation, but it's not surprising that this happened. After the Boston Massacre in 1770 and the Boston Tea Party in December, 1773 the tensions in Massachusetts were in the red zone. If this conflict hadn't happened this day another conflict would have happened on another day. Everyone was on high alert.

It's always interesting to think about the implications of any historical event, in this case the implications of a bunch of farmers standing in line against hundreds of British soldiers. For myself, I like to focus on the event itself. We have the luxury of knowing what happened after. They did not, and it is important to look at it from their perspective.

A Coin for Some Cigarettes, 81 Years Later

 Tonight I'm writing about a family treasure. My brothers and I have a number of treasures handed down through our family. Some span generations, some only two.

One such treasure is a coin my father brought back from World War II. He was in a finance/logistics unit that was attached to Patton's Third Army, which worked its way across northern France toward Germany. He remembered seeing General Patton ordering his driver to drive his Jeep up the front stairs of a French town hall, with Patton himself jumping out and demanding gasoline for his tanks. One of the towns that he found himself in was Reims, which is northeast of Paris. Outside Reims Cathedral he was approached by a French farmer. The farmer asked him if he had any cigarettes he wanted to part with, knowing that American soldiers were supplied with cigarettes. Dad said he did, and pulled out a partial pack from his pocket. The soldier paused and said that he didn't have any money, and said that the only thing he had of value was a Roman coin which he had on a string around his neck. The coin had been plowed up in their field. Dad thought it was a fair trade and parted with his cigarettes. He was interested in history so he thought the coin would be an interesting souvenir.

This was in 1944. Eighty one years later I have the coin. He gave it to me a number of years before his death, when he was distributing family possessions after my mother's death.

So here is the coin.

It was minted during the reign of the Roman Emperor Claudius, probably around 41-42 AD. Claudius was the emperor who successfully conquered Britain in 43 AD. So if the coin was found in northern France it is likely that the person who lost it was perhaps a soldier on his way to crossing the English Channel. 

This coin is a bronze sestertius, which was a quarter of a silver denarius. It is about 1.5" in diameter, about the same as an older US dollar coin. The denarius was a silver coin about the size of a US penny and was a day's wages for a soldier or laborer. So this sestertius could easily have bought a meal for a soldier or laborer. Equivalent to perhaps $10-15 today? Not a small amount to be sure. Today the coin would easily be worth more than $100, given its excellent condition, which suggests it was dropped not long after it was made, but long enough to accumulate some wear. The hold diminishes the value considerably. It doesn't matter to me. I treasure it.

The coin commemorates Claudius' father, Nero Claudius Drusus Germanicus. He led successful military campaigns into Germania, which the Romans sincerely wanted to conquer. The Roman Empire was always a work in progress. With each new conquest of territory came the desire for a buffer zone between Roman territory and the barbarians on the other side of the border. This meant that the Roman military was always trying to expand its border. With that concern foremost in their minds there was no limit as to how far they would go. There was always more territory to conquer. What the Romans discovered, though, was that it was one thing to conquer territory. It was quite another to organize it and govern it. They generally did that well, but in the end they over-extended themselves.

So Dad's coin is a microcosm of early European history. It reflects the time that it comes from but its secondary context is the trade in 1944 for a pack of cigarettes. And now I have it to enjoy, knowing the whole history.

Restoration of a Very Early French Harmonium: Wadding!

2 ply rug yarn. 900 yards!

Making wadding is one of the aspects of harmonium restoration that scares off many people. I'm dense enough to try it because nobody told me I couldn't do it. I started with a 900 yard cone of rug yarn (80% wool/20% nylon), used for weaving rugs. Add some very soft lavender colored split suede leather and mercerized cotton thread and I was good to go.

 

The purpose of wadding is to form a gasket that seals the windchest. The upper part has the reeds and action, and the lower part the reservoir. This enables the instrument to keep the air in the system so it can be played. The upper chest with the reeds is hinged in the front and is lowered on to the valve board. There is a gap of about 3/8” that the wadding fills. There are also partitions between each set of reeds that have wadding seals as well. 

The

Cotton thread for sewing

Cutting the strips of leather evenly and carefully is important so you don't get any irregularities in the finished product, and so that all edges meet nicely.

 

I made a rack for sewing the wadding in 4' lengths, more than the width of the organ side to side. I knew I'd probably have some left over but that's better than not having enough. 

Cross section

The first step is to wind the yarn between the two dowels, stretching it as you go. I started off doing 50 strands but decided that wasn't enough so I jacked it up to 80. That's where most of the 900 yards of yarn went. The reason for stretching is so the yarn will tighten up when the finished wadding comes off the rack and it will expand some to fill the leather tube.

The sewing rack with yarn stretched.

After stretching the yarn I started sewing, making sure the edges meet squarely. It took about 1.5 hours to sew a 4 ft length. I made eight and definitely had some left over.

36 ft of wadding!

After the sewing was done I glued the wadding, seam down, over the location of the original wadding and used duct tape in a few places to hold it still while the glue dried.

 

I didn't feel that the 20% nylon content would compromise the wool at all, and it didn't. Others have used a similar blend with good results. The most important thing with wadding, with this being my only experience in making it, is don't rush and don't be nervous. The world won't come crashing in around your ears if it doesn't work the first time. Be deliberate and use good materials and you'll be fine.

Restoration of a Very Early French Harmonium: The Wind System Part 3: The Valve Board

The top of the valve board after stripping the neoprene gasket

I was going to cover both the valve board and the wadding in this post but it became clear that discussing them separately would work better. 

 

The valve board sits on top of the chest to which the reservoir is attached. Its function is to hold the valves that open each stop, making it the conduit for air to be forced through the reeds. When a valve is open the reeds for that stop can sound when the key is played.

 

As with other parts of the wind system cracks were present. I used my Japanese pull saw to widen and even out the cracks so I could splice in wood. When making a splice it is important to use the same or a similar wood, in this case a softwood such as spruce or pine. Pine was what I had at hand so that worked well. I glued in the splices, let them dry overnight, and used a small plane to bring the edges down to flush with the board on both sides. Then I shellacked the underside of the board. 

The overarching concern in the wind system is that it must be as airtight as possible. Any leak of air, however small, can compromise the function of the instrument when it is played. When looking for leaks I use a stethoscope so I can hear air escaping. Leaks can happen if a valve is not sealing properly, or a corner of a piece of leather is not glued down tight.

The underside of the valve board showing cracks

widening cracks before splicing

The valve board with splices

Restoring the valves was not difficult. I used two layers of lambskin, the top being thinner and dyed red, a traditional color for stop valves. I cleaned and polished all metal parts and reinstalled the valves. Each valve has a heavy spring to hold the valve closed until it is opened when a stop is opened.

The concern about air leaking is true with wooden parts of the wind system. A crack must be sealed so that air does not escape. The usual method of dealing with cracks is to determine if the crack can be closed by gluing and clamping, or if it must either be filled or covered with a leather seal. Wide cracks such as those I encountered here were beyond gluing and clamping.  It's a good idea to seal a filled crack with a leather strip if possible.

Restoration of the valve board complete

An unrestored valve with new leather

A valve re-covered with new leather

 In the next post I'll tackle one of the things that harmonium restorers dread the most--making new wadding!

Restoration of a Very Early French Harmonium: The Wind System Part 2

The wind system of a harmonium does not use bellows cloth, the rubberized canvas used in suction instruments. The purpose of a wind system in a suction instrument is to keep air out. In a pressure instrument the purpose is to keep air in. The wind system of a harmonium is somewhat like that of a pipe organ on a much smaller scale.

A leather gusset on the reservoir.

The wind system employs leather gussets that allow the reservoir and feeders to compress as air is pumped into the reservoir.  The leather used is very thin lamb or goat skin, no more than 1 mm in thickness.

The feeders showing the wooden ribs 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The traditional covering in harmoniums, especially French instruments, is a blue kraft paper.  Before the convenience of synthetic dyes which can reproduce any color found in nature (and many that are not) indigo was used to dye the paper. Originally this was simply to dress up the work and cover the wide glued edges of the leather, but builders soon found that the indigo acted as a natural insect repellent.

 

The reservoir leather done.

Gusset on the reservoir

 The first thing I did was to restore the reservoir with all new materials, leather hinges and gussets, and blue kraft paper. Thin lamb or goat skin works well for this. It compresses well and is flexible when glued. Pictured here is one of the gussets on the reservoir. When gluing it on I periodically wipe the leather with hot water which helps it stretch.

First, the reservoir releathered.

With the reservoir completed I turned to the feeder boards.  I put canvas hinges on the feeder boards and put leather hinges on the wide ends of the feeders.

The wooden ribs can be reused unless there is significant damage.

 

 

 

 

The feeder pumps are done except for the paper.

 

 

 

The wind system done!

 

....and installed back in the case!

 

 

 

Restoration of a Very Early French Harmonium: The Wind System Part 1

The wind system in a European harmonium is based on the principle of pressure. The wind system supplies a positive movement of air that blows air through the reeds to produce sound. The reed organs produced in the United States, after an initial period of development and experimentation, operated on the principle of negative pressure, or suction. The air is sucked through the reeds.  Each direction of air movement produces a characteristic tone. The European pressure instruments are often louder than their American counterparts, while the American suction organs have a more delicate, devotional tone. Most reed organs made in the U.S. were suction, whereas the demand for suction based reed organs in Europe eventually took a significant part of the market.

The Alexandre harmonium I am restoring is a pressure instrument. In this post I will begin to describe the restoration of the wind system so it functions as it was designed.

 

After I disassembled the wind system and removed it from the case I discovered some significant cracks in the bottom of the chest. The reservoir is attached below this, and this board must be air tight. 

To repair the cracks I widened them with a Japanese saw. These saws are great because they are very sharp and cut with just a few strokes. The reason for widening the cracks was to make the crack uniform in width so that I could splice in a piece of wood.

Once I fitted in the splices I planed down the excess wood so that the surface was flush.

 

After repairing the bottom board I turned my attention to the other boards of the wind system. The bottom of the reservoir was in perfect condition so it required no work other than to replace the relief valve. The boards for the feeder pumps, which are mounted under the reservoir and connect to the pedals, were another story. Here is

a picture of one of the boards, with multiple cracks. These boards were not salvageable so I reproduced them with 3/4" cabinet plywood.

The new feeder pump boards

After finishing the splices in the cracks I glued leather seals over each splice for insurance that the crack wouldn't leak. Sort of a fail safe thing.

Next time--re-covering the ribs for the reservoir and feeder pumps--and the blue paper!

Leather seals on both sides

Leather seals on both sides

 

Beauty is a Path to Resistance: The Politics of Music and History

Notice: This post is overtly and blatantly political. It is only partly about my harmonium restoration. If you're living in the land of MAGA you may not want to read this. Then again, maybe you should. 

Those who are following my restoration of a late 1840's Alexandre harmonium, made in France, know that it has been a very involved process, with every tiny part disassembled, parts cleaned and replaced as necessary, in order to bring this rare instrument back to life. Here's the real reason I'm doing this. Two parts:

1) I have worked on restoration projects all of my life. When I was very young my father introduced me to the world of taking something that was broken and bringing it back to functional use. I've been doing it since with musical instruments, books, furniture, you name it. It's a rescue of things from the past that still have meaningful value. But here's what underlies this today:  I am sharing updates of my restoration project on Facebook, in reed organ groups and also my personal page, as a way of sharing the process that will bring this rare, glorious instrument to full functioning. Despite Meta's changes, Facebook is still a valuable forum. I do not plan to leave it, even with the changes, because I am in many interest groups that I value. And, I do not shy away from expressing my opinion on any given subject.

2) I am livid, angry beyond words, about what the Trump administration is doing to dismantle anything of value in our country. The tariffs on products from Canada, Mexico, and China, with threats of more to come, do more than harm our own economy. They damage our relationship with those countries. Trump's nationalistic, isolationist bent would have us withdraw from the world and let it fall to pieces. We need those relationships with other countries. What happens when down the road, we need the assistance of Mexico or Canada? Are they going to be as willing to respond? I need to keep busy with something meaningful as an outlet for my anger and frustration.

This particular activity is, for me, an act of defiance. I'm sure that Trump and his cronies expect us to be quiet little drones and allow them to bulldoze all that is beautiful and worthwhile in this country.

With any political change, my biggest question is always "who is going to be hurt?" What we're seeing is a regime that is bent on hurting lots of people, trampling over them in an attempt to codify white male rage.

 

 

Beauty is a path to resistance. I refuse to live my life devoid of beauty and singularity. We are ruled by a regime that wants to rob those of us who dare to be individuals of the things that give us joy. No, I don't expect that we will be forced to live in anonymous concrete apartment buildings such as might be seen in North Korea. But I do expect that every effort will be made to silence voices that want to offer an alternative to the dumbed down, anti-intellectual morass that keeps difficult people at bay. Uneducated, uninformed, factually illiterate people who get their news from far right media such as Fox News, Newsmax, and other outlets will be more obedient than people like me who refuse the Kool Aid. We have to work hard to preserve and promote beauty, beauty in art but also beauty in life. The range of ideas and people in this country is a thing of beauty. I don't understand it all, and never will. But that doesn't mean it can't exist. 

We are now ruled by a regime that sees greed as a positive value, and is working to reinforce the support of greed as a force for good--good for the greedy, that is. Of course, the smokescreen that half of this country has drunk the Kool Aid, fully expecting that their grocery prices will come down significantly and gas will be cheaper than ever. They were fooled. The changes made so far have brought about only turmoil. The recent freezing of government grants, even though it lasted only a couple of days, is hurting a lot of people. Half of the states in the country stopped payments related to medical and economic assistance. That is hurting people, but the people at the top are untouched and unconcerned. They don't care because they know they don't have to.

The cancellation of diversifying the federal work force, and the buyout offer, has traumatized them. Of course. That's the intent. They don't know what's going to happen day to day. If anything goes wrong, it's the fault of the DEI people. "DEI" here is code language for anyone who is not white, male, and has no disabilities. Perhaps the most chilling aspect of the current regime is the refusal to acknowledge the value of all people in this country, not just some.

A number of people have been avidly following my restoration of my harmonium, and I'm happy to oblige with regular updates and blog entries. It is a very small effort to counteract the ugliness that has our country in a tight, regressive, destructive grip.

My harmonium was built during a time of political turmoil in France. Louis Philippe, the "Citizen King," was still in power but would soon be toppled in the Revolutions of 1848 which swept across Europe and altered the geopolitical landscape. Somebody during that time had this instrument in their parlor and played music while the turmoil raged outside. It has survived the deterioration caused by age and the reversible damage done by a bumbling restorer 40 years ago. It will soon be an object of beauty again, not only to look at but to play. 

I refuse to give in. I will continue to read what I damned well please. My faith informs my ability to choose what I am going to believe. The advantage I have, though, is privilege. I am a retired, cisgender white man. I have much more privilege than many others. I will not face the discrimination that people of color will experience, however. I can use my privilege to raise up issues when I see them and will do so.

I refuse to give in.

Restoration of a Very Early French Harmonium: The Alexandre Factory and the Industrial Revolution in France

 The Industrial Revolution came late to France. Into the early 19th century products were made in small shops by small groups of craftsmen. Much of France was still agricultural at the time so there were not factories in cities that people could gravitate to for employment. 

The textile and iron industries were among the first to develop on a larger scale. Interestingly, mill and factory owners in Britain helped these industries to get going, no doubt for a fee.

When Jakob Alexandre began the manufacture of harmoniums in 1843, large factories were not very common in France. An 1855 circular published by Alexandre touted the large, modern factory in the Ivry section of the outskirts of Paris. This circular, Les Orgues-Melodium D'Alexandre Pere & Fils was published as a handout for the 1855 Industrial Exposition in Paris, which showcased French industry.  After nearly fifty pages of glowing descriptions and testimonials about the Alexandre instruments the final pages offer illustrations of the showroom and factory.

My harmonium dates from 1846-1851, the years that the showroom was at the address on the label. Considering the stops that have the percussion feature are labelled "percussion" rather than the usual names, I believe this instrument to date from soon after Alexandre's purchase of the percussion patent, so probably 1846-48.

This is no small shop with half a dozen hands. This was a modern, well laid out factory with designated departments for every aspect of the manufacture of harmoniums.

Like many European cities, Paris has expanded greatly in its history, starting off with an island in the Seine River to the metropolis it is now. Paris at the time that Jakob Alexandre started manufacturing harmoniums is quite different than the Paris we are more familiar with. Paris as it is now is a creation of Georges Eugene Haussmann, with the full support of Napoleon III in the 1850's and beyond. 

In his novel Sentimental Education (1869) Gustav Flaubert offers an informative view of Paris in the late 1840's before the changes brought about by Haussmann. In Chapter VII Flaubert describes Ivry at the time that Alexandre was ramping up their production in that section of Paris, the exact period when my harmonium was being built. The main character, Frederic, passes through Ivry on his way to the city. Flaubert's description is of a broken down industrial wasteland:

The plain, quite broken up, seemed a waste of ruins. The enclosing wall of the fortifications made a horizontal swelling there; and, on the footpath, on the ground at the side of the road, little branchless trees were protected by laths bristling with nails. Establishments for chemical products and timber-merchants' yards made their appearance alternately. High gates, like those seen in farm-houses, afforded glimpses, through their opening leaves, of wretched yards within, full of filth, with puddles of dirty water in the middle of them. Long wine-shops, of the colour of ox's blood, displayed in the first floor, between the windows, two billiard-cues crossing one another, with a wreath of painted flowers. Here and there might be noticed a half-built plaster hut, which had been allowed to remain unfinished. Then the double row of houses was no longer interrupted; and over their bare fronts enormous tin cigars showed themselves at some distance from each other, indicating tobacconists' shops. Midwives' signboards represented in each case a matron in a cap rocking a doll under a counterpane trimmed with lace. The corners of the walls were covered with placards, which, three-quarters torn, were quivering in the wind like rags. Workmen in blouses, brewers' drays, laundresses' and butchers' carts passed along. A thin rain was falling. It was cold. There was a pale sky; but two eyes, which to him were as precious as the sun, were shining behind the haze.     (Project Gutenberg, https://www.gutenberg.org/files/34828/34828-h/34828-h.htm#CHAPTER_VII) accessed 1/27/25)

Although Ivry is now very much a part of Paris, at the time it was a broken up suburb that had little to commend itself.

Possibly the assembly department?

What appears to be the case department. Note the spacious and well-lit work area.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The well-appointed showroom in classical style must have exuded sophistication and elegance.

 The Alexandre factory is completely gone today, but their instruments survive today in fairly large numbers. The Alexandre firm continued under new ownership until 1939.