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Norwich, CT Pottery

The Fall 2016 Historical Footnotes Bulletin of the Stonington Historical Society had a great article by Russell G. Handsman called the States’ Family Stoneware Sites in Stonington CT that began with a great paragraph about the history of pottery in Norwich, CT and a quote by our very own Christopher Leffingwell, “The crockery business, he wrote, “should be thought an object [for continued growth] as the consumption of that article is immense,” while the freight costs of imported, European wares “amounts to an amazing sum.” The issue also included beautiful photographs of the Stonington Historical Society Old Lighthouse Museum collection.

Pottery was not manufactured in New England until after the middle of the eighteenth century. Just when the first Norwich pottery began is not known, but on April 9, 1774, Colonel Leffingwell sold his to Thomas Williams. Known Norwich clay pieces are of a deep red color, with black blotches made by admitting smoke into the kiln, and have a special lead glaze.

The second pottery was located on Clinton Avenue. Built before December 24, 1798 by Andrew Tracy, sold to Captain Joseph Hosmer, then William Cleveland from 1805, to May 2, 1814, when sold to Peleg Armstrong and Erastus Wentworth, of Norwich. The Huntington and Backus Company became the Norwich Manufacturing Company, which in 1829 purchased part of the land of Armstrong and Wentworth. In June, 1834, Armstrong sold out his share in the business to Wentworth, so that pottery marked Armstrong & Wentworth, or A & W, dates from 1814 to 1834. The business was carried on by Joseph Winship, who later went to work in the newly opened pottery of Sidney Risley, at the Landing. In the 1857 Norwich Directory is the advertisement of “Sidney Risley, No. 4 Cove St., Manufacturer of Stone Ware in Every Variety. Alvin T. Davis was one of the old drivers for Risley, and his pottery wagon was led with a beautiful pair of Newfoundland dogs hitched on ahead of the horses.

Risley at first leased the property, but in 1856 purchased it and continued the business until his death on April 26, 1875, at age sixty-one. His son, George L. Risley, continued the works until his tragic death on the Christmas eve 1881. He went to the pottery to light the fires under an upright boiler, which blew up through the roof of the building, and landed in the cove about 120 feet away. It is said that the force of the explosion was so great that the 1500-pound boiler passed completely over a fifty-foot elm tree at the rear of the pottery. Mr. Risley was badly injured and he died that evening. An account of the accident appeared in the “Scientific American” in January, 1882.

B. C. Chace opened the pottery about a year later, under the name of the Norwich Pottery Works; in 1885 he was succeeded by George B. Chamberlain, for about two years. The business was then continued by Otto N. Suderburg till 1895, when it was discontinued.

It is hard to realize that all preserves, mostly “pound for pound,” were kept in earthen or stone jars of various shapes and sizes. Homemade beer, cider, wine and other liquid refreshments were kept in stone bottles or jugs. The ink bottles, large and small, were of this stoneware; mugs, pitchers, milk-pans, butter pots, pudding pans, platters and plates, are mentioned in old advertisements. The soft soap, without which no household was kept properly clean, was stored in one of these jars. Some crockery was imported from England, and after the China trade was opened, dishes became more plentiful but it was many years before the use of such ware became general.

So it is easily seen that a pottery was a necessary industry; wagonloads of the red soft pottery and the stone and earthen ware were sent out over the roads in all directions. The early potters rarely stamped their work with any distinctive mark, in this section at least; but those who have seen the red, smoke-blotched or red with yellow trimmings, would recognize the work again. The Leffingwell House Museum has a small collection of the early pottery. Armstrong & Wentworth used the mark, “A & W,” or later, “Armstrong & Wentworth, Norwich.” One of the jugs made by this firm has the owner’s name written in the clay, because he did not want to have his jug mixed up with that of anyone else. Risley’s mark was usually “S. Risley.” The Leffingwell House Museum has a small collection of the early pottery.

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Meet an Escapee

I went for a walk near the Norwichtown Green and it reminded me so much of the quaint New England towns that have been created or restored to tell a part of American history. Yes, our little green is the real McCoy but Norwich residents do not give it the promotion that would enhance its success as a place of history.
Imagine what it would be like if on one of the historic walks of Norwich town the group came across an actor who introduced himself as John Barney, the Junior Gaoler [Jailer] in Norwich and he was looking for a John Smith. The rest of his story could be embellished upon from the actual Norwich Packet advertisement of September 8, 1778 that read –
“Made his escape from the gaol in this town, on the evening of the 4th instant, one JOHN SMTH, who was taken up as a suspected person to the cause of America: Had on when he went off, a striped woolen shirt, a red jacket without sleeves, a pair of tow trowsers, and is about 50 or 60 years of age, — Whoever will take up said SMITH, and return him to me, shall be well rewarded for their trouble. JOHN BARNEY, Jun. Gaoler. Norwich, September 7, 1778“ What a hoot it would be if later in the walk they were met by another actor playing the part of John Smith, escapee on the run!
If the walk was in the spring, the actors could develop their characters from this Norwich Packet advertisement “FORTY DOLLARS REWARD. Ran away from Norwich Gaol, on Sunday the 26 instant the following persons, viz. ISAAC KETCHAM, who was taken from the west end of Long Island some time ago: He is of middle stature, about 50 years of age, dark complexion, dark hair and eyes, the eyelid of the left eye hanging almost over the same, walks stooping, and has a down look: Had on a greyish coat and vest , leather breeches, and a white felt hat. GEORGE SNYDER, a German, who was taken prisoner, at the northward last year by Gen. Arnold’s army, and has been on parole in this town for some months past; he is full six feet high, well set, about twenty-five years of age, light complexion, light coloured hair, talks bad English, and is pitted with the small pox: Had on a regimental coat faced with blue, the buttons on the same marked 25, a brown jacket, leather breeches, and an old felt hat. — Went off at the same time, PATRICK KELLY, an Irishman, who was brought a prisoner from the State of New York in October last, and was permitted to stay in this town on his parole for a few months, then to return to the said State: — Said Kelly is about 34 years of age, 5 feet 7 inches high, red face and reddish hair, light blue eyes, well made; had on a dark brown coat and vest, buck-skin breeches, white shirt, and two pair of worsted stockings, one pair white and the other dark grey, walks remarkable strait, is very fond of snuff, and the produce of the West- Indies. Whoever will take up any of the above persons, and return them to the subscriber, or confine them in any gaol in this State, shall have FOUR POUNDS reward for each. JOHN BARNEY, junr, Gaoler. Norwich, April 27, 1778.” They too could also be met on the walk perhaps with only a nod of acknowledgement depending on the crowd and circumstance.
Of course, the history walkers might only just meet Nathaniel Townsend who on the same date placed the ad for a new milk cow, “Wanted, a good new milch cow, for which a generous price will be given in cash, salt, or German Steel.

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Water or Wine

Throughout history there has always been an issue; should it be water or wine with supper? On July 6, 1836 the “Song of the Water Drinker” by E. Johnson of Metropolitan Magazine was printed in the Norwich Bulletin and settled for some the question.

Oh! Water for me! Bright water for me!
And wine for the tremulous debauchee!
It cooleth the brow, it cooleth the brain,
It maketh the faint one strong again;
It comes o’er the sense like a breeze from the sea,
All freshness, like infant purity.
Oh! Water, bright water for me, for me!
Give wine, give wine to the debauchee!

Fill to the brim! Fill, fill to the brim!
Let the flowing crystal kiss the rim!
For my hand is steady, my eye is true,
For I, like the flowers, drink nought but dew.
Oh! Water, bright water’s a mine of wealth,
And the ores it yieldeth are vigour and health.
So water, pure water for me, for me!
And wine for the tremulous debauchee!

Fill again to the brim! Again to the brim!
For water strengthened life and limb!
To the days of the aged it added length,
To the might of the strong it added strength.
It freshens the heart, it brightens the sight,
‘Tis like quaffing a goblet of morning light.
So, water! I will drink nought but thee,
Thou parent of health and energy!

When o’er the hills, like a gladsome bride,
Morning walks forth in her beauty’s pride,
And, leading a band of laughing hours,
Brushes the dew from the nodding flowers;
Oh! Cheerily then my voice is heard,
Mingling with that of the soaring bird,
Who flingeth abroad his matins loud,
As he freshens his wing in the cold gray cloud.

But when evening has quitted her sheltering yew,
Drowsily flying and weaving anew
Her dusky meshes o’er land and sea –
How gently, O sleep! Fall thy poppies on me;
For I drink water, pure, cold and bright,
And my dreams are of heaven the livelong night;
So hurrah! For thee water! Hurrah! Hurrah!
Thou are silver and gold, thou art riband and star!
Hurrah! For bright water! Hurrah! Hurrah!

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Unique Gift

Does anyone else have a person on their gift, birthday, anniversary, holiday list that is impossible to buy for? In the Smithsonian Holiday 2016 catalog on page 52 item number 68279 is the perfect item. It can be a hometown, a favorite vacation place, the place of their school – it is a personalized hometown map jigsaw puzzle. According to the description it “Explores a 6×4 mile area of the neighborhood with the chosen home (or any address you choose) at the geographical center of this unique 400-piece puzzle. Recalling maps at our Cooper Hewitt, Smithsonian Design Museum, it identifies main roads, contour lines, transport infrastructure, water features, and notable buildings. Millboard. 18”x12” It is only $39.95 plus tax, shipping and handling.“

Another option and great fun to work on is to take an old map. The real old on paper ones. Available at gas stations and other places before google maps. Mark a few special places, home, school, church, business, shopping, farms etc. and glue the map to poster board, allow to dry, and then cut into large or small pieces with an exacto knife. Present all of the pieces in a pretty bag or box and spend some time with that special person assembling the map and talking about the places that are marked and the places not marked. But hint – it’s their map so encourage them to mark the places of their memories.

To increase the level of difficulty I cut all the pieces in the same size and shape. Outer edges may be slightly different but if they are all the same it is still tough. Some of the maps have tiny little print that is hard to read so I have made enlarged color copies for the puzzle. Don’t worry if you have to use more than one piece of poster board the glue will hold the pieces together.

Looking for a way to include the youngest members of the family? Draw an outline of the house from an old photo if you can and ask them to color it in or if you know draw a favorite room – kitchen, living room or bedroom. What was the shape of the school? Was it a big brick block of a building or do the stories told include details such as a clock tower?

For an even more personalized puzzle gift I cut up post cards of the special place and increase the difficulty by placing sets of up to six postcards in one envelope for assembly.

Whatever you choose to do, make it special and your own.

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1st Norwich Flying Machine

Norwich, CT once had some amazing residents with high flying dreams. According to an article in the July 10, 1910 Norwich Bulletin, William H. Stebbins and Louis Geynet were on the cusp of completing the first “flying machine” to be built in Norwich, CT. German immigrant Gustave Whitehead flew the first Connecticut aeroplane on August 14, 1901; Brothers Orville and Wilbur made their well known flight on December 17, 1903.

Stebbins and Geynet began studying aeronautics in 1908 and with time graduated from the classroom to a small shed just North of St. Mary’s Cemetery. The two had attended the big airship shows in Boston and New York and studied every little detail as closely as possible before returning to Norwich and beginning their own project. They worked every job they could for the funding of their project and hired a number of assistants with various technical skills over a three month period.

Their plane differed from all of the other planes of the time. Instead of the monoplane or biplane it was three planes. The total width was 24 feet. Then the planes lapped over one another, the top is 24 feet long by 7 feet wide, the center is 20 feet long by 6 feet wide, and the bottom is 16 feet long by 5 feet wide. The curved slightly upward planes are all made of two pieces of laminated Oregon spruce and then covered with a special aeroplane fine woven varnished linen fabric that is air and moisture proof. Aluminum joints are used wherever possible for strength and lightness and then wrapped with galvanized, twisted cable that had a breaking strength of 500 pounds per inch.

The pilot seat is located ahead of the 25-30 horsepower 200 pound Cameron aviation motor, that rested on a maple engine bed fitted into the frame. The steering is similar to an automobile, the balance and elevating device in the front is worked by a steering wheel, while the tail rudder is controlled by a foot, adjusting the steering planes keeps the craft stable and on an even keel.

Six, seven and seven and a half foot propellers turn up to two hundred pounds of thrust with 1,200 revolutions per minute propelling the craft with the speed of an express train. The weight of the plane without pilot is 650 pounds. Three pneumatic tires with springs and a skid will break the force of the landing.

The newspaper story ends with the men expecting the delivery of a specially made tent that will be used as a portable hanger for wherever they choose to test the abilities of the plane as the terrain of Sachem Park is too rough in case of emergency.

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1831 City Promotion

Modern Norwich CT leaders are very reticent to market the city, its people and their inventions loudly and proudly. Fortunately past leaders were not ashamed or embarrassed by the city and placed articles and advertisements in local and distant newspapers.
For example, from the July 3, 1816 Norwich Courier “Power Loom. We are informed that Mr. E. Savage, of this town has invented, and put into operation, a loom, to be worked by steam, or water; which it is expected will be of as much utility as many of the numerous inventions which have almost entitled this age to the name of the Age of Invention. The construction of the loom is simple, and answers to weave woolen cloth three yards wide, and the largest cotton sheets without a seam; – fine shirting, etc. we have seen a specimen of the cloth made in this loom, the price of which we are told is very moderate. “
“Greeneville. Some eighteen years since William P. Greene Esq., then and now of this city, but formerly of Boston, bought of various individuals a tract of land on Shetucket River, a part of it lying upon either side of that stream, extending to the distance of about three miles. This purchase is situated one mile northward from Norwich Landing, the principal business quarter of the City, and two miles eastward from the old Town. The valuable facilities for manufacturing presented by the river which flowed through the middle of this tract may be supposed to have struck the observation of this sagacious capitalist and to have induced him to make this investment.
THAMES MANUFACTURING COMPANY. Of the Norwich Water Power Company the Thames Manufacturing Company bought three privileges or mill sites in October of the year 1831. Upon one of these they proceeded to erect a mill, 138 feet long, 43 feet wide and four stories high, exclusive of the basement. The power was sufficient to drive 4000 spindles. The building was of Connecticut river brick, procured at Hartford. The timber, which was mostly eastern, was brought up the Thames. Buildings for the use of the families who might be connected with the factory were soon commenced, so that when the work of manufacturing began, ten or twelve houses were found raised, furnished, and ready to receive tenants.
The machinery was built at different shops in Connecticut, Massachusetts, and Rhode Island. A part of it was made at Waltham, Mass. In June, 1833, the manufactory was put in operation. It remained under the direction of the Thames Company about four years.”

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Why don’t you visit the school?

Impressing upon the need for parents to participate in the education of their children has probably been around as long as schools have been. New schools are important and while there were many fine speeches at the dedication of the Sachem Street School, the Norwich Courier, on January 11, 1857, realized the importance of also acknowledging and printing the following “stanzas [that] were sung with great spirit and effect by the children of the school under the direction of Mr. Martin.

O dear what can the matter be?
Dear, dear what can the matter be?
Dear, dear what can the matter be?

Parents don’t visit the school.
They visit the circus. They visit their neighbors.
They visit their flocks and the servant who labors.
They visit the soldiers with murderous sabers,
Now why don’t they visit the school?

They care for their horses, they care for their dollars.
They care for their ladies, and fancy fine collars;
But little, we think, do they care for their scholars,
Because they don’t visit the school.

We know we from hunger and cold are protected;
In knowledge and virtue our minds are directed;
But still we do think we are sadly neglected,
Because they don’t visit the school.

Now, if they will come, they’ll find all in their places,
With nicely combed hair, with clean hands and faces,
All pleasant and happy, with nought that disgraces.
O why don’t they visit the school?
O dear etc.”

Do you help out or support your childrens or grandchildrens class, school or sports events? Do you applaud loudly at their shows and plays? Do you speak in a positive manner of the education your children are receiving ? Teaching our children to have a positive attitude is as important as teaching them how to stand up for themselves, for others and how to effectively complain when things don’t go their way. “When in doubt, scream and shout!” is not always the most effective response. Sometimes you just have to “visit the school”.

This new year, make it a point to participate in the schools near you.

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1842 Greeneville Fire

I don’t know if this is hanging on a wall somewhere, or tucked in a scrapbook but I found this ode by the Quinebaug Bard printed in the June 29, 1842 Norwich Courier and didn’t recall having read it before. Some things do not change with progress as fires remain to be a fearsome foe today. Check your lights. Check your connections. Check your extensions and electrical spiders. Don’t leave candles unattended even for a minute. The lives and jobs you save may be your own.

MEDITATIONS ON VIEWING THE LATE FIRE AT GREENEVILLE.
Dedicated to Wm. P. Greene, Esq.
Oh! I have seen the lurid flame,
Curl like a serpent round the dome,
Leaving a village scarce a name,
With many a wanderer void of home.

And many edifices fair,
Where dwells the virtuous, and the gay,
The stately solemn house of prayer,
In one dark hour swept away.

And oh! That fearful, frightful sound,
The fire bells chiming in the night,
And who are they who may be found,
Without a home by morning light?

Tis twelve at noon, the fearful cry,
Of terror sounds through every street,
Behold the firemen nimbly fly,
And friends and foes together meet.

But all too late the firemen came,
The noble edifice to save,
All wrapped in the broad sheet of flame,
The fearful shriek – stand still the brave.

Now fiercer still the flames ascend,
Infernal cinders rise on high,
The stately tottering walls now bend,
And there is many a tearful eye.

That bell – that sweet toned cheerful bell,
No more shall hail the Sabbath morn,
How sorrowful its parting knell,
Like friend from friend asunder torn.

Down falls the stately building now,
In the indistinguishable fire,
Beheld by many a sorrowing brow,
Whilst many a maiden’s hopes expires.

How many rose at morn in joy,
Whose sole employment now is gone!
Who will the hundreds now employ?
Who will befriend the friendless one?

Ah, this reminds me of the day,
When earth herself shall sure expire,
When all her glories pass away,
Dissolved in one grand orb of fire,

And when it thus shall pass away,
And death and time shall have an end,
Who, who shall then be found to say,
“God is my Savior and my Friend!”

May 28th, 1842

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