by Roseanna White | Sep 4, 2013 | 17th-19th Centuries, Remember When Wednesdays
In preparation for my “Spies in Early America” class I’m teaching my home school group, I decided to get some quills. After all, if one is pretending to be a Revolutionary-era spy and will be writing secret messages in homemade invisible ink, obviously one ought to use a quill pen to do it! Right? Right. =)
The only problem is that, well, finished quill pens are a bit pricey. And since I listed my classes as “free,” I wanted to keep costs to a minimum. As I perused the quill options online, something soon became clear–if I was going to provide quills to 12 students, I needed to buy them uncut, hence cheaply.
Sure. No problem. I could learn to cut quills. I mean, every person who knew how to write for centuries trimmed their own quills. This isn’t a big deal. I’m a smart girl. I can figure it out. Right? Right?? LOL
So I ordered my nice set of a dozen black quills. And as I waited for them to arrive, I read up on the process online, visiting several sites to get the full scope of my project. And the more I read…the more I realized that 12 quills ordered for 12 students gave me absolutely no margin of error. Insert Roseanna taking a trip to Jo-Ann Fabrics.
I ended up with 6 colored quills for $2, the 12 black ones for $7, and a precision knife made by Fiskars. (Colonial folks would have used a pen knife. I, however, have not a pen knife. So I went with a sharp blade that still allowed for control.)
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My Fiskars Precision Knife |
Then I set up my area. I was working on my old wooden desk, which I didn’t want to score with my blade, so I put a cutting board down. Then I got to work preparing the quills. The first step is to shave off excess feathers, as you can see from the mound of colored fluff in the above picture. The idea is to make sure it sits comfortably in your hand without the barbs annoying you. I have tiny hands, so I didn’t have much to worry about. But men would have to shave off more, for sure. And most people from days bygone would have stripped the quill entirely. For ascetics, I didn’t do that here.
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See how the feathers hit my hand at first? |
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After trimming, the feathers don’t start until after my hand. |
You’ll also want to shave the feathers from the middle section of the quill, where they’re really fluffy. I actually found that with the feathers I was using, if I took off all the fluffy looking ones from middle and sides, that was a good rule for how far to shave.
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Shaving fluffy feathers from inside the rib |
I then cut off all the tips of the feathers. This has to be done at some point, and one of the articles I read said to do it before tempering. Others said after. I see no big difference when you do it, so…whenever, LOL.
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Quill with tip removed |
Then comes the tempering–this is when you harden your quill. The quill wears away with use, so if you start with a harder shaft, it’ll last longer. You can soak them overnight in water to really help the process, but since these are for recreational use, I went straight to the heat tempering.
For this part of the process, you fill a can with sand and pop it in a 350-degree oven for about 15 minutes. Since I was doing so many quills at once, I used a cake pan. Once the sand is heated, pull it out of the oven and bury your quills in as far as they’ll go.
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Quills getting their heat treatment in 350-degree sand |
Leave them in there until the sand has cooled. I did this part in the evening and left them until morning when I was ready to start working on them again.
Next comes the part I feared messing up royally–cutting. Getting out my handy-dandy precision knife again, I studied the diagrams and descriptions on the various websites and distilled it down to a few main steps.
1. Make a slice at an angle to take away about half the diameter of the quill.
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The first slice. |
2. Once you’ve opened the shaft, you can see that inside is a series of circular membranes. Get those out with the tip of your blade and, in the section beyond your cut, some little pokey thing. I used a cuticle shaper from a pedicure set, LOL.
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Removing the membrane |
3. Then you do the slices to form your nib. Start by making a slit parallel to the shaft and centered, from the tip up about 1/4 inch. This helps the ink flow to the point
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Making the slit |
4. Then you start shaping the point into a nib. Here are some pictures from various angles.
5. The final step is to work the point. I just pressed my blade to the tip, perpendicular to the shaft, to square it off. Then took it at an angle from both top and bottom to get the best edge.
As I practiced using them, I trimmed a bit here and there until I found the shape that made the ink flow best. And of course…
by Roseanna White | Aug 7, 2013 | 17th-19th Centuries, Remember When Wednesdays
Since I’m still in the first week of Whispers from the Shadows officially being out, I thought I’d share today a repost of something I wrote for www.RegencyReflections.com–about the War of 1812, but from the British perspective. — And stay tuned!! Tomorrow I’m announcing a week-long party for you Mary Kay fans to help a friend kick off her new business and lead into my birthday. =) For now…enjoy some tall ships!
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The Chasseur, one of the most famous privateers of the War of 1812
This Baltimore captain harassed the British merchant fleet in their own waters. |
You know, it’s really kind of funny. When reading the Regency-set novels I so love, I often find references to the on-going war with France and the audacity of Napoleon. Only rarely, however, do we see the British perspective of another war going on at the same time, one with the upstart Colonists that had declared their independence a generation before. Even America often forgets their War of 1812, and in Europe…well, it tends to dim in comparison to the Napoleonic Wars. It’s become overlooked by both sides.
But oh, how interesting it is!
In 1811, England had been fighting France for long enough that the escalating troubles with America were little more than a nuisance at first. They sent men and ships, but for the first two years of the war, their focus remained set upon France. In North America, they were concerned largely with protecting their Canadian assets, using raids along the Chesapeake to distract American forces from their invasion northward. After Napoleon surrendered, however, everyone–both British and American–new exactly what it meant.
It was time for the fighting to get serious in America.
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Privateers engaged in battle during the War of 1812
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Not only were those in the Admiralty tired of fooling around with the upstarts, but the citizenry were beginning to fuss about the audacity the Americans demonstrated in this second fight, even sending privateers to harass the British in their own waters! They demanded that the Americans’ cities be burned and her people crushed for their impudence. Ready, I daresay, for a breath of peace, more men and ships were sent from Europe to Bermuda and then, finally, to either the Chesapeake or Canada.
But the men were weary. After months and years of suffering in the war with Napoleon, followed by months idle on the ships across the Atlantic, their hearts weren’t in it. More, the humid mid-Atlantic summer–one of the hottest recorded–caused heat-stroke left and right. More men were felled by vicious storms and intense heat for the first few months than by the sword or shells.
For many, this second war with America was but a P.S. to the first. The Revolution went wrong, they were sure, because of bad leadership decisions. Their men–the fathers of those now in charge–were killed or injured because of this. So it was their duty to put it to rights, especially when America persisted in ignoring the laws of citizenship and rights-upon-the-seas that England had held to for centuries.
It was, for many of those involved, a war no one wanted to fight. It was an afterthought to some and forgotten by many more since. A war based on little more than affronted prides.
But like any other, it was also a war with heroes and bravery and determination. And as such, it deserves to be remembered. Especially now, during its two-hundredth anniversary.
My question to you today:
Which war’s history always interested you
the most in your school days?
by Roseanna White | Jun 26, 2013 | 17th-19th Centuries, Remember When Wednesdays
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Who Shall be Captain by Howard Pyle |
Is there anything more fun (especially when we’re kids) than a treasure hunt?
Is there anything more fun, as we grow up and (some of us) turn to books for our adventure, than a story that includes a lost treasure?
Allow me to answer for you: nope. 😉
My vacation book was one of Nora Roberts’ latest, and I gotta say, one of my favorite aspects of it was the lost treasure. And would Titanic have been the same with the Heart of the Ocean in it? Nope. Whether it be pirate gold or a legendary gem, we folks love our bling and love the stories of trying to find it. Maybe we’re not all out with our metal detectors, but come on–even if we don’t actually hunt treasure, we love hearing about those who find it!
So it was fun to integrate a treasure into
Circle of Spies, which I’ll be turning in here in another two days or so. Best of all, a treasure people really are hunting today!
I don’t remember the first time I heard about the lost Confederate gold. I suspect it was on television. Possibly that movie with Penelope Cruz and Matthew Connelly. Then an episode of Brad Meltzer’s Decoded (the same show that inspired me to look up the Culper Ring to begin with) did one on it. They’re the ones that pointed out it’s not just about lost Confederate gold–it’s about hidden Confederate gold.
In
Circle of Spies, my bad guy is a captain of the Knights of the Golden Circle. The K.G.C. is a Southern secret society that boasted 300,000 members in the height of the Civil War. For most of those it was probably nothing but a social club, but to the higher ups…it was serious. As in, in regular communication with the Confederacy’s President Davis, receiving instructions on how to undermine the North SERIOUS. And one of the things they were charged with–burying Confederate gold.
Yep, that’s right. They hid it on purpose. Only, it wasn’t supposed to be lost. And it wasn’t just gold. These dedicated Southerners hid everything they would need for a second uprising after the Confederacy surrendered. Gold, yes. And clothes, rations, medical supplies, ammunition, weapons. You name it. There are supposedly caches of this buried all over the South. Booby trapped. And the maps–secret codes hidden in the landscape.
Folks have been searching for these burial spots for decades, and have found enough to keep them searching. How fun is THAT. So in my book, I posit that someone hid some of this treasure in my neck of the woods. In a cave in Western Maryland. Likely? No. But possible. And oh so fun to imagine. =) Because yeah, I love a good treasure story.
What’s your favorite treasure story, be it real or fictional?
by Roseanna White | Jun 5, 2013 | 17th-19th Centuries, Remember When Wednesdays
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Versailles, the setting of Fairchild’s Lady |
Since I’m still celebrating the release of this free novella, I thought today I’d chat a bit about its setting. A departure from my American-set historicals that take up the rest of the series, this one follows Isaac Fairchild, a character everyone seemed to love in
Ring of Secrets, on another covert assignment–in France, on the eve of revolution.
Being a history lover, it was fun for me to find another war to set this little book around, one that has certainly been the backdrop of its fair share of books! In a novella I obviously didn’t have the time to explore much of the revolution that turned into the Terror, so I decided to keep it simple and have Fairchild travel to Versailles at the very beginning of the uprising, climaxing at the storming of the Bastille.
France, you see, was in rather dire financial straits. Bankrupt. They tried to balance things out a bit by raising the taxes on the rich, but the nobility simply refused to pay them. (American-me has a hard time imagining an entire class just saying, “No thanks. I think I won’t pay that higher rate.” LOL) Which means the poor had to take up the slack…but couldn’t. So while the rich were partying in style at Versailles, their villeins were starving mere miles away–and because the court was so cut off from the rest of the country, being ensconced as they were in the palace, many of them didn’t even know.
The class system in France were broken up into Estates. The First Estate being the priests, the Second the nobility, and the Third the commoners. Well, right about then a special meeting was called, called the Estates General. They were all getting together to figure this thing out. Revolution, officially, wasn’t on the agenda. But the Third Estate had had enough. They rejected that name, called themselves an assembly instead and basically held the court hostage, saying they wouldn’t budge until they were given a constitution.
Though the Revolution quickly escalated and turned far bloodier than America’s was, at the start, they had no interest in ousting their king–they loved him. They merely wanted him to recognize them as something more than a servant class, something deserving of a fair chance. And for a while after they stormed the old prison (which was more armory than prison at that point), they were happy with Louis’s overtures…until they weren’t anymore.
Fairchild’s Lady ends soon after the rioting in the streets of Paris that day when the Bastille was fired upon, but hovering over the story is that certain knowledge that in the coming months and years, anyone with noble blood had to either flee…or face the guillotine.
I also got to weave this into the next full Culper Ring book,
Whispers from the Shadows, which CBD will have in stock in less than a month (woo hoo!!!). Not only is my heroine the daughter of these folks from
Fairchild’s Lady, but my hero’s best friend came from a family of French nobility who fled to America at the start of the French Revolution. Alain Arnaud was a lot of fun to write, and I hope everyone enjoys his brooding Gallic attitude as much as I did. 😉
Vive le France!
by Roseanna White | May 29, 2013 | 17th-19th Centuries, Remember When Wednesdays
Have I mentioned yet that I metaphorically typed The End last week? =) I did! Finished up Circle of Spies on Friday, so join me in a victorious “Woot!” LOL
I’m sure I have something fun I learned in the final research for that, but yesterday I hurriedly prepared a post I’d forgotten to do beforehand in the rush of that final stretch of CoS, so I thought I’d share that instead. 😉
Did you realize that we’re currently in the 200th Anniversary of the War of 1812? Yep! It will stretch into the beginning of 2015, though I’m especially glad to celebrate the events of late 1814, including the Battle of Fort McHenry–the event that serves as the backdrop for the climax of Whispers from the Shadows. This is a war that’s been largely forgotten, which is kinda sad. Today I’m talking a bit about it on Regency Reflections–please stop over and say hello!
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The Chasseur, one of the most famous privateers of the War of 1812. This Baltimore captain harassed the British merchant fleet in their own waters. |
You know, it’s really kind of funny. When reading the Regency-set
novels I so love, I often find references to the on-going war with
France and the audacity of Napoleon. Only rarely, however, do we see the
British perspective of another war going on at the same time, one with
the upstart Colonists that had declared their independence a generation
before. Even America often forgets their War of 1812, and in
Europe…well, it tends to dim in comparison to the Napoleonic Wars. It’s
become overlooked by both sides. But oh, how interesting it is! Read the Full Article
by Roseanna White | May 22, 2013 | 17th-19th Centuries, Remember When Wednesdays
Last week I had the opportunity to take my kids with our home school group to Carlisle, Pennsylvania for a day’s tour of the
Army Heritage Center. With displays on everything military from the French and Indian Wars through the War on Terror, I knew they would have fun–and I was hoping to come away with some nice pictures and research on that early stuff, since I seem to have fallen into writing books about wars. 😉
Our tour began in the Colonial section of the center, where we got to watch a blacksmith at work in the Carlisle Forge. I’ve had this pleasure before, but it never really gets old to see how they take hunks of formless steel and turn them into works of art or function. What especially amazes me is how these dedicated reenactors can explain so much about the early days of our country and the craft they obviously love while performing it before our very eyes.
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A few of the pieces this smith had done, based on original artifacts he had seen |
This gentleman explained about how a blacksmith was one of the most important people to any army. Each regiment would have one, but he would rarely see any fighting–they kept him well removed from the front lines, because he was too valuable to lose. He also explained, when someone mentioned how very lovely the pieces are, that what we deem beauty–those delicate curls and whisper-thin pieces of iron–were actually there for economy’s sake. Iron was expensive, and never wasted. They made pieces as thin as they practically could to conserve the resources, and tapered them at the ends for the same reason.
From there our group ventured into more modern times, but I didn’t pay quite as much attention to those. 😉 I was far more intrigued by the recreation of the Yorktown Redoubt…
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Revolutionary War Blockhouse |
…and in hearing the tales told to us by this wonderful historian at the Revolutionary Block House. We didn’t get to go into the watch tower, but I thoroughly enjoyed hearing the guide talk about the long rifle he carried, the state of the roads in the day (I didn’t realize they left the stumps of the trees they cut for roads, accounting for all those terrible bumps!), and why it was necessary to boil the salted fish three times before consuming it. Yes, to remove all the salt…but also to remove all the maggots. (Eww!) He also explained how the term “mess” came to be used for food in the military. Whenever they had fresh meat, each man would get a hacked-off portion. But they weren’t exactly trimming steaks here–some men would end up with nice meat, others with nothing but bone and fat. So a group of six or so would throw this mess into a pot together with whatever vegetables they might have been given. The result was a stew that gained flavor from the bones and provided something to actually eat from the meat.
Our final stop of the day was to venture into the model of a Logg House. Originally set up to be supply stations between the forts during the French and Indian War days, they afterward became vital to settlers who wanted to trade, water their horses, or get fresh food. Unfortunately, most of these two-room homes were destroyed during Pontiac’s War in 1763.
All in all, a fun day of hands-on discovery! (Oh, and the kids had fun too…) 😉