Trunk 2.0: Moo Cow Edition

Carry all your crap to events is always a blast when you're doing anything other than campaigning. I do enjoy the simplicity of putting everything in a knapsack and that being all that I carry, but occasionally I need to carry more stuff than that. On two occasions now, I have fit an entire tailor's shop into my vehicle. I try to keep all of my stuff in period appropriate containers as much as possible, and for that purpose I purchased a big wooden trunk that I found in an antique shop that needed some love. I did some simple alterations to it, gave it a fresh coat of paint, and effectively turned it into a simple wooden trunk. It looks great, stores stuff great, it's just huge and heavy.

I now present the plans for Trunk 2.0: Moo Cow Edition. These plans copy the dimensions of an 18th century trunk in the collection of the CW Foundation. I will keep my final product pretty true to the original. I plan to use the same dimensions, shape, hardware, and cow hide cover. The only thing that I do plan on changing is the tack design to include my initials, and perhaps the lining paper.

Based on the museum write-up for this piece and from my own building experience building, I believe that the pine wood used to make the box is 3/4 inches thick. I will most likely use solid boards for all of the pieces, but I may cheat and use some stain quality plywood on the side pieces that will not be seen. 

The bottom piece of the box and the two base strips will be done in solid boards  as they are exposed in originals. The small pieces to make the arched top will also be solid as well because bending plywood is stupid and probably more trouble than it's worth for something that will never be seen.

Creating an arched top is essentially making a partial barrel. My next step will be to calculate the angle used on the sides of the staves to create the arch. I will use some geometry to calculate the radius of the circle of which the arch is part. I will then use that measurement to determine the stave angle. It's some fairly simple geometry, but it's complicated enough to warrant a separate post. So with that, I end this one. 

F&I Goodness

Here's an impression that I've been trying to complete for a while now. I had grand plans to get this done back in April, but finally finished the kit in August. +2 points for at least getting it done in an A-month right? Behold, my 1750s Frederick County Maryland militiaman impression.

First and foremost, my goal for this impression was to make it visually as obnoxious as possible, and I think I did a pretty decent job with the clashing patterns, crazy colors, styles etc. Everything in this kit, is based on first person garments that are described in runway ads from the Maryland Gazette during the 1750s.

Numerous references are made to "check cotton trousers" or "check linen trowzers" being worn by landsmen and indentured farms that I simply had to make a pair. Not only do they look awesome  but they are hella comfortable in the summer.

The coat is taken from an exact runaway ad that describes a man wearing a "blue double breasted coat with large white metal buttons." I repurposed wool from an unfinished project that had already been cut to make the coat, which resulted in some fun piecing. Since most people associate double-breasted 18th century coats with military, I tried to remove as much military connotations from the coat when drafting the pattern. I used simple scalloped pieces for pocket flaps and cuffs to give it a fairly non-military look.

The waistcoat is the only thing not specifically taken from the Maryland Gazette. It's made in a Kersey that's described a Goose Turd color, which is just the obnoxious color that I was going for when completing this ensemble. I love it so much.

I debuted the whole thing at Fort Frederick's French and Indian War muster, from which these pictures are taken. In the picture of us with the wagon, in which myself,  Jacob (black coat and breeches), and Josh (tall guy in the blue breeches hauling the cart) we have some mad swagger going on as we head off to the engagement for the day.

That picture gives me a particular sense of pride as my work and tutelage is fully on display. First, I made all my own clothes (obviously), but I also made Jacob and Josh's breeches. More rewarding though, I taught Jacob the process of hat making, which allowed him to make the hat that he is wearing.

Most rewarding though, I drafted the pattern for Jacob's coat, gave him instructions on how to cut and assemble it, and then left him to his own devices. In a little over a month, he had the functional and well constructed coat that he's wearing. It's much better than my first article of clothing that I constructed not only in fit but also construction. He did an amazing job. The real pride and reward is teaching someone else this trade and watching them succeed.

One final note on the F&I Muster. People always think that re-enactor food must be terrible and consist only of stews and other single pot meals. Not true. To prove that point false I provide our dinner. A standing rib roast that we cooked on a tin reflector oven with a side of collard greens. Yes, that's right, we ate prime rib for dinner at a reenactment. You can't have swagger like us and expect to eat watery stew. It's just not gonna happen.

Stepping Back

Nothing history related in this post. This one is for me. It's been a rough summer for our family. After about four years of fighting, my father died of cancer at the end of July. I did not have the greatest of relationships with my father for most of my life, but we tried to fix it in the end and I think that's what really matters. A few days after he died, my daughter asked if she could go see Pop. If anything, she will have good memories of him.

Three weeks after my dad passed, our dog, Sadie, was given a death sentence of degenerative myelopathy, a nerve disease that I can only equate to canine ALS in its symptoms, severity, and rapid progression. Within three weeks, we had to put her to sleep.

It is almost unfathomable to think that a dog, who in June was so smart and agile as to move multiple barriers that I'd set in place in a hotel room to open the door with her nose and escape into the hallway, would not make it to the end of August. I wouldn't believe it, if I hadn't lived it.

A day after Sadie, another friend lost her fight with cancer.

Through all of it, trying to parent to a tiny human who really doesn't understand fully what is going on has been the trickiest thing. We told her that they were very sick, and they had to go over the rainbow but they would be better. It still breaks my heart that she simply wants to kiss the boo-boo and make it better. She may not be able to heal physical wounds, but no mental wounds are too big for her heart.

She has been the best healing power through all of it. When we came home from the vet, she was so happy and cheered because "Sadie is all better now. She went over the rainbow." She misses her deeply, but that initial reaction will stay with me for the rest of my life.

It's been a tough journey for all of us. In addition to all of the physical loss, a surprising number of people who we thought were our friends showed their true colors, and simply turned their back on us. It is beyond disappointing to find that people you for years have shared memories with, given your generosity and love, devoted your time and life to, would abandon you in such a time of need. Death is the leveler; it shows people for who they truly--both the deceased and the living.

Others have shown us the best that they truly are. The amazing amount of support that we have received from our neighbors, fellow reenactors, and colleagues has been unexpected and humbling. If you're reading this, you may be one of those people: thank you. We may put on the mask of the stiff upper lip, but we do hurt too and we do appreciate it, and you, more than you will ever know.