Monday, February 12, 2024

Wrought in Iron: The Village Blacksmith

 Wrought in Iron: 

The Village Blacksmith


It's 1830, your mule has thrown his shoe.
Now what do you do?
You come into the next village and look for a village blacksmith
who can re-shoe your mule.
They are the unsung heroes of keeping the canal going.

There were many critical roles that kept the canal working.
Without the locktender, no one could go east or west on the canal.
Without the canal boat captain, goods would not be transported.
Without the drivers, the mules would not pull the boats.
With out the drydock carpenters, boats would not be built or fixed.

(Blacksmith at the Genesee Country Village and Museum)

But the unsung cog in the gears that kept the boats moving was the blacksmith.

(Blacksmith Shop, Genesee Country Village and Museum)

Not only did he fashion the metal bits for the boats and
create the hinges for the locks,
he also kept the mules on sure footing for the trip.

The first question you might ask 
is quickly followed by a second, more obvious one:

What is a blacksmith?
 
Is there a whitesmith?

A blacksmith worked iron into whatever was needed
"With fire and Anvil, the blacksmith forged 
the ironwork essential to any settlement.
He made everyday essentials such as handwrought nails; 
he repaired the tools of the shop and farm and hearth, 
including gridirons and shovels." (Craftsman in America, p19)



Essentially, if it was made of iron, 
the blacksmith made or repaired it for you.

The iron was shipped to the blacksmith from the ironmonger at the forge.
Smelting iron required a forge.
The forges required and lots of wood to melt the iron out of the rocks
 The forger required charcoal
Initially, the charcoal came from wood. 
This came at a cost, however 

"The fuel of all the furnaces was charcoal, 
and it was the cutting of wood to make it, 
far more than agriculture, 
denuded the Eastern seaboard 
of its forests." (Colonial Living, p113)

It could take upwards of four acres of land to get a forge going,
and more than that to keep it going. Woodlots were essential.
Luckily the newly cleared land for the canal had lots of downed trees 
and acres of forested land that surrounded it.
Why was this so important?
The blacksmith needed fuel, too.
The need cleared forests at a faster rate than farming alone.
once the land was cleared, you were good to farm.
But trees and wood were needed in a constant supply to keep the smith going.

A side note, was there a whitesmith?
Yes, a whitesmith was also known as a tinsmith.
They worked tin into everyday items that 
did not need to be made of iron.
Usually they worked with metals that did not require
heating the metal first to work it.


more about tinsmiths here:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tinsmith


While whitesmiths rarely needed to heat their metal;
however, it is essential for blacksmiths to do so.
Woodlots were needed to keep the blacksmith's forge
fueled to heat and shape the iron.

Every town, especially a canal town, needed a blacksmith or two.
There were tools to be made for tradesmen,
equipment to be made and fixed for farmers,
nails fashioned for builders,
the chains that boat captains needed to moor,
  

and animals like horses, mules, and oxen 
that needed shoes from a farrier.

Jordan was no different.
Not only did were dedicated blacksmiths needed, 
but many of the manufacturers such a coopers, wagon makers,
and wheelwrights needed blacksmithing skills
to finish their goods.

Here is a list of just some of the manufacturers in Jordan in 1874


A blacksmith's work scope was more than farriering.
But farriers were necessary as each shoe 
had to be custom made for each animal.
And every animal needed shoes 
created specifically for each hoof.
It would be as if cars today needed a 
different tire on each wheel hub today.
And if your mule threw a shoe on the towpath,
you'd need a farrier to continue on your journey.

Below are two shoes found within the Village of Jordan.


The larger shoe is a plow horse's shoe. 
This one was found in Skaneateles Creek 
by where the old Otis Farm once stood.

The shoe in the middle is a mule shoe.
It was found buried in the towpath
along the Enlarged Erie just west of N Hamilton St.

Mules were used on the canal because they 
were small enough to fit on a packet boat,
they ate half the feed of a horse,
and knew when to stop for the day...


...about 15 miles on the Erie Canal.

While all blacksmiths could shoe a horse or mule,
most did so much more.
Blacksmiths that specialized in shoeing were often employed
by livery stables as a one-stop shop for horse and mule maintenance.

There were several dedicated blacksmith shops in Jordan.
in 1874, there were at least three in the village center.


(Sweet Map, 1874)

One would eventually become Jenner's Blacksmith Shop.
It was located next to Skaneateles Creek along the corner of S Main St and Elbridge (misspelled Eldridge on this map).

This drawing shows the Jenner Blacksmith Shop

(drawing by Albert Arnold)


Here is a picture of the building c1896


Christopher Jenner is the one with his hand on his son's shoulder.
His son was Donald Jenner, Sr.
Note the wheels outside ready to repaired by the shop.


Inside a blacksmith's shop,
they made and repaired everything and anything made of iron.


Have a wheel that needs to be made?
or a hoop or six for a barrel?


The blacksmith was your man.

Need a handle for a door...or a dozen for a hotel?


The blacksmith could make them to order.


But as time went on, the mule and driver gave way to the car, 
and
blacksmiths were no longer need to shoe horses.
Blacksmiths had to adapt, 
but at least the new-fangled cars were made from metal...


...something they knew!
Many converted to repairing cars, tractors
 and farming equipment.


This is a blacksmith shop in Cambridge, VT.

(Library of Congress)

"The earliest autos were built with familiar features like iron-rimmed wooden wheels,
and had simple engines that were amenable to
---in fact often required---
on-the-spot, jury-rigged repair work." (Brownstone, p149)

And while they no longer had to fashion shoes for individual hooves,
they now could "shod" a car with for identical tires...a luxury.

Jenner's Blacksmith Shop became a service station. 
This photograph from 1943 shows Jenner's Blacksmith Shop now as 
Brown's Service Station.

(Sprague Collection)

Eventually, time caught up with a building which 
was built for a profession that was no longer as vital as it once was. 
The building fell into ruin and the foundation was falling apart.
It was demolished in May of 1996. 
The land was turned into Kenneth Bush, Sr Park. 
(A Stroll in Jordan, New York, p30)


So next time you see a horseshoe,


Take a moment and ponder the tangible 
connection today to the craftsman
who helped keep things moving from horses to cars, 
created items from handles to spikes,
and repaired everything from farm equipment
to cooking cauldrons.

The village was literally held together 
with the nails he made
until industrialization made it cheaper to produce
machine made nails...


...and made him, in turn, a piece of the past he helped to create.



Resources:
Anderson, Clay, et al. The Craftsman in America. Washington D.C.: The National Geographic             Society, 1975.
Brownstone, Douglass. A Field Guide to America's History. New York: Facts on File, Inc.,                     1984.
Horner, John. A Stroll in Jordan, New York. Auburn, NY: The Jacob's Press, 2004
Tunis, Edwin. Colonial Living. New York: The World Publishing Company, 1957.











































Thursday, January 25, 2024

More Than Just A Nail


More Than Just A Nail



Movies and novels have left us with imagining 
that the fortuitous find of an ancient map will lead to 
treasures, riches and fame.

Even if you can't cross the seas, even movies like The Goonies 
conjured a hope that some lost-forgotten map 
tucked inside a long-forgotten box 
in an obscure attic would lead to the finding of long-forgotten treasure.

But as the fabled Indian Jones quipped to his fictitious class,
"...and X never marks the spot."

In reality, archeologists and historians 
do a lot more mundane, carefully carried out research 
to find the clues hidden in the past under foot.
These come from researching books and maps.
They come from digging and recoding trenches.
They come from carefully cleaning up finds and interpreting them.


Sometimes there are amazing, unexpected finds.
Often, however, the finds are more often 
of a mundane nature.
But do not confuse mundane with boring.
On the contrary, it is not the great mosaic floor that gives as
much history as the fragments 
of bone, 
pottery,
food,
 and tools.
These, when put together paint the canvas of how  
ordinary people lived and worked.

Nails are something that often frustrate metal detectorists.
Even if the detector is on the right setting,
occasionally a strong signal,
will encourage a deep dig
that, in the end,
result in
"nothing but a nail"
(and perhaps a little frustration).

However, it is more than just a nail...

It represents the surveyor who mapped where a mine should be.
It represents the company that owned the mine.
It a tangible relic of the miners' work.
It is the connection to the forge that smelt out the iron from the rock.
It is the iron monger with a wagon that delivered the raw iron.
It is the woodcutter who felled the trees to make the fuel to heat the cold metal.


It represents the blacksmith working the bellows to heat the coals.
It is the apprentice learning to hammer a nail straight.
It is the new man in town who wants to build a house.
It is the lives of the family who lives, loved, and died in a house 
held snuggly together with love and nails.
It is the house that sat abandoned with only memories to fill the rooms.
It is the snowstorm that caused it to fall under is own weight.
It is the farmer who plowed it all under so curious children
wouldn't fall into the voids.
It is the time that passed.
It is the curious child with a metal detector 
who went out searching the very first time.
It is the excitement of a  "BEEEEEEEEEP" that there's 
something down there.
It is the intrigue of digging to see just what it could be.
It is the joy of a first find: a nail!




It is the curiosity:

Where did it come from?
Who lived here?
Who made it?
and a thousand other questions yet to be answered.

No two square nails are perfectly identical:
Different sizes for different purposes.

And then fasteners changed.
Machines could make them.
Bolts with threads could hold materials together.
It is the record of changing times.

It is more than 
"just a nail"...

it IS history...
that you can hold 
in your hands...


...and that is a true treasure!







Tuesday, September 5, 2023

In Memoriam: Where We Say Goodbye- The Conclusion

 In Memoriam: Where We Say Goodbye

in Onondaga County


Thank you for journeying with me this summer as we explored the stories found within the places we say goodbye to our loved ones in Onondaga County. Each marker within represents a life of someone who lived among us. Their lives mattered not only because they helped shape the fabric of our community, but because they were loved. Someone smiled when they were born, loved them while they lived, cried when they died, and carried on their stories within their hearts when they left the graveside. Together we explored...


1. Delphi Falls Cemetery

2. Onondaga Valley Cemetery

3. Franklin Burial Ground

4. First Ward Burial Ground

5. St Patrick's Cemetery, Jordan

6. Oakwood Cemetery

7. St Mary's Cemetery, Minoa

8. Rose Hill Cemetery

9. Shepard's Settlement Cemetery

10. LaFayette Cemetery

11. St Agnes Cemetery

12. Jordan Village Cemetery

13. War 1812 Cemetery

14. Amber Cemetery

15. Riverview Cemetery, Baldwinsville

16. St Mary Cemetery, Dewitt

17. Walnut Grove Cemetery

18. Redman Cemetery

19. Christ Church/ Manlius Village Cemetery

20. Pompey Hill Cemetery

21. Pine Plains Cemetery

22. Woodlawn Cemetery, Syracuse

23. Myrtle Grove Cemetery

24. Elbridge Rural Cemetery

25. Liverpool Village Cemetery

26. Onondaga County Veterans Cemetery





Friday, September 1, 2023

In Memoriam: Where We Say Goodbye- Place 26: Onondaga County Veterans Memorial Cemetery

Onondaga County Veterans
Memorial Cemetery

The Storykeepers


How do we honor our Veterans?

Historically,
veterans, such as the many Military Tract veterans,
were buried with family where they settled after the Revolutionary War.
Sometimes their deeds were on their headstones,
but usually later generations remembered them by placing a special
flag holder to remember their service.


Others were plowed under


And sometimes we forget.
At the Old Lodi Cemetery,
 several Revolutionary War veterans are interred here.
None of their markers are still standing.

Some War of 1812 veterans who served and made it home
are buried with their loved ones.


And some were buried among strangers.


Some Civil War veterans were buried near markers 
that remember their service.


And others are marked by the community
they came from.


There are the almost forgotten wars 
like the Mexican War


And the Spanish War

 
And then there are the graves of those who 
lost their lives in service to their country

 

And died so close to peace 😔


But Onondaga County 
did not have once central place 
to remember those that had served upon their death...
 


until 1986.

"Formally dedicated on May 30, 1987, the Onondaga County Veterans Memorial Cemetery honors Onondaga County residents and family members who dedicated portions of their lives to the military and defense of our nation. Since the first burial of decorated World War II Navy veteran Leo McInerney on June 11, 1986, the cemetery has performed services for more than 5,000 service members from the Army, Navy, Marines, Coast Guard, and Air Force, including visionary Onondaga County Legislators Jack Haley and Jim Salanger as well as legendary paratrooper/Syracuse University football coach Ben Schwartzwalder."



This area was originally farmland on "Loomis Hill".
The adjacent cemetery "Loomis Hill Cemetery"
bears this name and
is where people are buried today
at the county's expense.


Now their stories,
like a library,
are kept in one place for people
to remember and honor.

Here at the 
Veterans Cemetery,

Veterans are buried with honors.


Their spouses can be buried with them


and so can any minor children or 
disabled dependent adult children.




There is a new chapel that can 
accommodate a small
private funeral.


Laid out in rows, with flush head stones in the style of memorial park,


Like a library of lives with books in stone,
each person has story
worth remembering
in both their military and civilian lives



There are Veterans here from all branches:

Army


Navy


Air Force


Marines


Coast Guard



From those who fought in WWI



WWII







Korea





Vietnam



Persian Gulf



to Afghanistan & Iraq


And even a WAAC!




A walk through here you will find different ways of remembering:

Chimes:




Flowers in green times:


Sometimes a flower is chosen because it was the flower that made them smile in life
other times it has a deeper special meaning:


and Wreaths in times of white:


Sometimes you will find rocks or memorial stones.
This dates to ancient times as a way to signify
that someone cared enough to stop by...


...that they had not been forgotten 💗

Some more about this lovely gesture:


Other times,
coins are left.
Each coin on the grave can hold a special meaning.


A coin left on a headstone lets 
the deceased soldier’s family know 
that somebody stopped by to pay their respect. 

A penny means you visited. 
A nickel means you and the deceased veteran trained at boot camp together.
 A dime means you and the deceased veteran served together in some capacity. 
A quarter is very significant because it means that you were there when that veteran died.







A simple way to make it known,
that a veteran
and their
service 
has not been 
forgotten.


Walking through here is a lesson in
history and the the brave men and women in times of war:

Those that earned a Purple Heart


Bronze Star with Valor and Oak Leaf Cluster


The Vietnamese Cross of Gallantry and Silver Star


And one who endured being a
Prisoner of War


And then on Memorial Day,
Special tribute is given to
 the Gold Star Mothers 
who lost a son or daughter in 
service to our country 😔


https://www.goldstarmoms.com/


You'll find people of different faiths

Christian


(who also served in the Berlin Airlift!)


Jewish


Muslim


Buddhist


and none..
aka Atheists



More about headstone symbols found on military graves:
https://www.cem.va.gov/hmm/emblems.asp

But for all their differences,
what they shared in common
is
that they served our nation!


Every year on the Sunday before Memorial Day,
The county holds a special service to honor those
who have died,
especially those in the past year.


The solemn ceremony


is a way to respectfully thank those
who have served in the many branches of our military.


Each marker here represents
Someone who served


or someone who prayed they would come home safely


And with the playing of "Taps",
Everyone is reminded once again
how thin the line is that 
military families walk between
tears shed at happy reunion
and
tears shed by the graveside.


So why do we remember?

Because they were people just like us!

And the next generation 
needs to know them...

not just as s soldier or sailor...


but as Grandpa


Papa


and Beloved Husband
with hopes, dreams,
hobbies,
and a life well lived.

Even if they never met them,


or barely remember doing so,
it is part of our history:


One that needs to be passed down to the
next generation of


family chroniclers.


On September 2nd,
My grandfather would have celebrated his 
107th Birthday.


He told us he never wanted to live that long.


Nearly 88 years was long enough for him.
He had lived a good life.


He was ready to meet his Maker.


11 year later, his wife joined him, once again by his side.



And now I bring my children
so they will know


and carry on their stories
long after I am gone.

I met this man when I visited last.
He waved me over.
Seemed to want to talk.


"My wife's buried here!
One day I'll join her..."


"...But Wednesday, I am going to the fair."
He had stopped by to say hi to her.
But he knew he still had stuff to do here above ground.
He served in Korea.
And one day,
 he will join her here
with the thousands of others
whose stories need to be told.

Train the next generation to be the 


STORYKEEPERS...
to listen
to care
to carry on
so that no one gets forgotten.

This piece captures 
it all beautifully:

"Have you ever thought about this?
In 100 years like in 2123 
we will all be buried with our relatives and friends.
Strangers will live in our homes we fought so hard to build, 
and they will own everything we have today. 
All our possessions will be unknown and unborn, 
including the car we spent a fortune on, 
and will probably be scrap, 
preferably in the hands of an unknown collector.
Our descendants will hardly or hardly know who we were, 
nor will they remember us. 
How many of us know our grandfather's father?
After we die, we will be remembered for a few more years, 
then we are just a portrait on someone's bookshelf, 
and a few years later our history, photos 
and deeds disappear in history's oblivion. 
We won't even be memories.
If we paused one day to analyze these questions, 
perhaps we would understand how ignorant 
and weak the dream to achieve it all was.
If we could only think about this, surely our approaches, 
our thoughts would change, we would be different people.
Always having more, no time for what's really valuable in this life. 
I'd change all this to live and enjoy the walks I've never taken, 
these hugs I didn't give, 
these kisses for our children and our loved ones, 
these jokes we didn't have time for. 
Those would certainly be the most beautiful moments to remember, 
after all they would fill our lives with joy.
And we waste it day after day with greed, greed and intolerance."
~Anonymous

Go be that person
today...


because in the end,
that's all we really have 
anyways
💗



















































Jordan Memorial Day Parade 2025

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