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- From: tip@lead.aichem.arizona.edu (Tom Perigrin)
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- Subject: Re: Authenticity vs. fantasy (long)
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- Date: 18 Nov 92 05:45:35 GMT
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- Greetings, Unto William de Corbey, and to the entire Rialto, from Tom Perigrin
- (16'th C mode OFF).
-
- Recently our Barony hosted the Atenveldt Crown Tourney. Since the College
- of St Felix was playing a significant role in the tournament, and since
- we are supposedly dedicated to Arts and Sciences, I decided to put on
- an unannounced quiet A&S woodworking demonstration. So, during the tourney
- I schlepped my work bench (6' long, 2' wide and 4' thick top with 4*6 legs...)
- to the site and started doing some wood work. As the afternoon wore on,
- various and sundry people came over to see what I was up to...
-
- I was being the mediaeval Roy Underhill (or as a friend jokes- Colonial
- Mediaevalsburg) - dressed in appropriate 16'th century joiner
- clothing, working with period tools (all hand forged by me), using period
- techniques, and attempting in my small way to utilize Elizabethan english.
- I expected people to be excited about the opportunity to interact with
- somebody who had put in so much obvious effort to do everything as right
- as was unreasonable.
-
- The reality was amazing - NO-ONE understood or was terribly interested
- in what I was up to. This really floored me, due to the fact that when I
- do this at Arizona, Colorado or California Rennaisence Festivals(Faire) I
- get CROWDS of mundanes standing around asking lots of questions. At this
- event the typical interaction went like this... (This is, to the best of
- my poor memory, a transcript of a conversation I had with one fellow).
-
- "Whatcha doin?"
- "Ifaith, My Good Lord, I am carving a rose in this panel which I shall
- set in the chest I am building and which lies in pieces yonder"
- "Oh kewl. Do you carve devices?"
- "I regret to say My Lord, that I have only enough hours in the day to
- make those things which my Good Wife and I require for our own household."
- "Ah, does that mean you don't do it?"
- "I regret to say My Lord, that it did so signify."
- "Well, if you ain't a merchant, then why are you here?"
- "My Lord, I did think me that I could set my bench many places and work this
- day... I could set it under a tree at my cottage, or I could bring it here
- and enjoy this fine pageant while I did persue my small efforts. Since
- I have done the former many times, and latter but seldom, I did decide that
- I would be most pleased if I did pursue such a course, and so here I am."
- "Well, like, do you work with a merchant?"
- "Nay My Lord, this is all for myself."
- "Well then, why are you doing it here?"
-
- etc....
-
- Now, I must say that the comparison is not directly fair. At a
- typical day at a Festival/Faire the gate will be from 7,000 to 15,000 patrons,
- while the tourney barely attracted 200. But still, I would have thought that
- I would have gotten some greater level of interest in my little attempt
- at a period display. Instead, once most people realized I wasn't
- selling something they could buy, they lost interest and disappeared.
-
- I am a little puzzled by this... I didn't expect people to aclaim me
- the next King because of my prowess with chisel and mallet, but I didn't
- expect such total apathy. I still don't know how to explain it. Maybe
- I should have washed my peasant garb since last year? (joke)
-
-
- Who says "we" can't or don't want to reproduce the less savory parts of
- Mediaeval or Rennaisance life - a few examples -
-
- During Rennaisance Festival I DON'T wash my 16'th C clothing, but my
- wife occasionally sneaks it into the laundry and then I have to start all
- over.
-
- I get even with her though, when the clothing is clean I generally
- roll in a puddle, and smear kitchen waste on the shirt sleeves to simulate
- drippings and napkin usage. Arrr, being a crude peasant is FUN.
-
- Someday get me to tell you about the day I spent all afternoon
- eating raw onions while working on a timber framed cottage, and talking to
- Renn Fest patrons... the look on their faces when they got a sniff of me was
- priceless. Unfortunately, the onion is truely a "windy fruit", and my
- stomach was upset for about two or three days after. My wife refused to
- have much to do with me for a few days too.
-
- Someday I'll tell you about being a Slops Boy at Renn Faire,
- but that gig didn't last long because the owner was afraid the health
- department would object to somebody carrying a barrel of human waste
- through the fair. I did make saltpeter from cow dung and human urine
- though!
-
- Did you know that you can eat a pheasant that has been unrefrigerated
- for 5 days, and only get moderately sick? Its a period dish called
- High Game Pie! It smelled awful, tasted bad, and everybody had the
- runs afterwards. But it was period.
-
-
-
- Yours in bepuzzlement
- Thomas Ignatius Perigrinus (AoL)
-