My family and I finally made it out of the foundry and later that evening got ourselves to Colonial Williamsburg. Site of much traditional craft, in action, more than on display, and in period costume to boot.
I had to put the obstreperous children in the stocks of course before their attitude towards investigating antiquated fabrication methods improved. Once that was sorted, we made our way to the Bruton Parish Church to pay our respects at the grave of the blacksmith. On a tip from our friend and colonial American decorative arts-evangelist Ralph Harvard, we found the stone inscribed thusly:
“Here lyes the corps of
Hugh Orr hammer
Man in Williamsburg
Who died Jan 6th 1764
Aged 54 years”
In the Parish Church, there are a great collection of colonial lighting fixtures in brass and iron: Lanterns, chandeliers, candlesticks, etc.
My favorite thing about the church might be the graffiti scratched into the bricks.
We of course did the rounds of the Millinery workshop, the Apothecary (scary fun 17th century medicine,) the carpenter (where I was treated to my daughter’s favorite pop songs banged out on a harpsichord like instrument –totally fun, really,) the Silversmith, and of course the Blacksmith. I could imagine myself with a “1776” tattoo and a cute bonneted helpmeet whiling away the hours to the sweet sounds of a bellows pumping and the ring of hammer-blows on the anvil.