Build Yourself Some Furniture

I don’t need any furniture. I have a house the size of a postage stamp and every space is taken. But if I needed a table or chairs or stools, it would be so cool to build them myself. I have to confess that I have a soft spot in my heart for women who use power tools and an even softer spot for power tool-using women who are small business owners. Michelle Lipson of ML Woodworking, who I met last weekend at Art for the Cash Poor, checks all the boxes.

Michelle

Michelle is a furniture maker who decided that she is happiest when she is teaching others how to make furniture. She relocated from Brooklyn to a spacious studio on North American Street in Kensington, and opened her school.

Michelle teaches classes and private sessions for all levels of woodworkers. No experience necessary is for most classes, and instruction on safety and technique are provided on all machines. If you are more advanced, you can also lease a workbench in her shop and work on your own schedule.

If you want to learn more, go to the website and sign up for the newsletter.

Fleisher’s 122nd Annual Faculty Show

Some selected works from Fleisher’s 122nd annual Faculty Show. The works this year range from oils and photography to collage, prints, mosaic, mixed media, sewing and ceramics,

Robert Reinhardt The Circle Game
Kayoko Paw Bowls
Marie Elcin Touch
Inga Kimberly Brown Captivating Ron
Fran Gallun Flight of Fancy
Daisy Diamond Vessel of Sewn Memory
Dianne Koppish-Hricko Cycle
Claire Brill Loss
Carol Stirton-Broad Perceptions (#1 Red Sky)

The show closes on September 24, so you still have time to check it out in person. Fleisher is located at 719 Catharine St, Philadelphia, PA 19147. For more information, press here.

Meet the Benners

My house in 2021

Do you live in an old house? Do you know who lived there before you moved in? Before you were born? How about who lived there before your grandparents were born? Wouldn’t you like to find out? This post is about how I learned about who lived in my house 170 years ago, and learned some interesting facts about the history of my Philadelphia neighborhood, known today as Bella Vista.

I became acquainted with Elizabeth Benner when I moved into an old house in South Philadelphia more than 30 years ago. Elizabeth wasn’t a neighbor in proximity so much as she was a neighbor in time. She and her family occupied the house I live in now some ninety years before I moved there. As the new owner of an old house, I took a workshop at the Philadelphia Historical Society called, “Who Lived in Your House in 1880?” and found Elizabeth’s name in the 1880 census. Interesting, but I didn’t think much about it as the years passed.

My interest in the Benners and the history of my house was rekindled recently when a member of my book club remarked that my house was probably a trinity house that had been expanded. Intrigued, I went into my basement and compared the floorboards and crossbeams in the front basement with those in the back basement. I know bupkis about construction but even I could see that they were very different. What do you think?

If you’re not from Philadelphia, you might not know what a trinity house is. A trinity house gets its name from its three one-room stories that sit on top of one another over a basement. Built to house the working class, each small room was probably around 200-250 square feet and accessible via a circular stairway like this one. This was typical working class housing in Philadelphia because land was cheap and there was room to spread out. That’s why we don’t have a history of tenement living like New York City. We are a city of row houses and the trinity is the smallest row house you can get.

I found some old pictures on the Philadelphia Free Library’s photo collection site of trinity houses with a third floor dormer (which my house has) and outside cellar entrances (which my house had at one time) here, here, and here. When my house was expanded, they tore out the circular stairs and installed straight staircases that are almost as steep as ladders. The risers are nearly 10 inches high!

Climbing these stairs give you a workout!

I already knew that the neighborhood Catholic Church around the corner, St. Paul’s, was founded in 1843. This got me to wondering about how old my house really was and wanting to learn more about the people who had lived here before. Here’s what I learned.

Elizabeth Benner’s husband was named William and he was a brick maker. He was deceased by the time I caught up with his family in 1880, but I was curious to know when he and his family moved into my house.

I scoured the online city directories and found some answers. The first mention of William was in the 1851 McElroy’s Philadelphia Directory which gave his address as “10th Street above Christian,” the intersection where I live now. A couple of later directories put him at 377 South 10th Street which is a few intersections away from my house. This doesn’t make sense and I wonder whether the information is accurate. People didn’t move around a lot in those days.

The old City directories indicate that the Benners were definitely living at my address by 1858. The directories and census show they remained there there through the 1860s, the 1870’s and the 1880’s. The elder William is listed in the 1870 census as being 50 years old. He and Elizabeth were probably born in 1820. The 1880 census indicated that Elizabeth was born in Ireland. The 1860 census said that she and her husband William were born in the US. Given the anti-Irish sentiment of the time, this might not have been an error on the part of the census taker but who knows?

By 1880, Elizabeth Benner was a widow who lived with four adult children: two boys, (30-year-old Joseph, a gas fitter, 27 -year-old William P. who worked as a clerk in a mercantile office,) and two girls, (24-year-old Rose and 22-year-old Mary, who were listed as being “at home.”) Nicholas Stafford lived with the Benners, too. He was a 40-year-old plumber, and I think he was a relative (he is identified in one census report as “son”) because the 1860 census indicates he was living with the Benners 20 years earlier. His date of birth and the spelling of his first name varies from census to census, but I finally settled on “Nicholas” born in 1840 and probably in Ireland. Elizabeth’s four other children, however, were probably born in Philadelphia, starting with William P. in 1848. The Benners had a fifth child, a daughter who was stillborn in October, 1865.

The neighborhood where my house sits now used to be known as the Township of Moyamensing, and it wasn’t part of Philadelphia until the surrounding boroughs and townships were consolidated into the city in 1854. Even after consolidation, Moyamensing was a rough, high crime neighborhood populated with Immigrants who poured into Philadelphia to escape the Irish Potato Famine. I would guess that William and Elizabeth came over during the first wave of the exodus.

Who lived in Moyamensing before the influx of Irish Immigrants? The European powers had been squabbling over the territory since the Swedes arrived in the 1600s. Then the Dutch drove out the Swedes and the British drove out the Dutch. The British dispossessed the Lenape tribes who were indigenous to the area, and had driven them out by the late 1700s although some remained in the area through the early 1800’s. (The word Moyamensing is a Lenape word that means “The Place of Pigeon Droppings.” ) When the smoke cleared, the British were gone and immigrants were starting to arrive.

The Greater Philadelphia GeoHistory Network web site has an interactive map function that let me superimpose images of maps of the same geographical area for different periods. Using this site, I was able to take an 1808 map of Philadelphia by John Hills that included my neighborhood and superimpose in to an 1843 map of the same area by Charles Ellet, Jr. While I realize that these maps are not necessarily accurate depictions of the development of a given area, it does appear that the neighborhood around my house at 10th above Christian didn’t start to get built up until the late 1830’s, early 1840’s. It was probably farmland before that.

When I tried to research beyond 1880, my census research hit a dead end. I wasn’t getting anywhere by trolling the census records for William P. Benner so I decided to switch my search to his younger brother Joseph. I hit pay dirt! The 1890 Census records have mostly been destroyed but the Benner family popped up again in the 1900 census. I always understood that the ethnic composition of my neighborhood started out as Irish and morphed into Italian. That comports with what I learned about who was living in my house in 1900.

Backtracking a bit, I said that the 1890 census records had mostly been destroyed, but not all of them. There is a record called United States Census of Union Veterans and Widows of the Civil War from 1890. It showed that Nicholas Stafford, who lived with the Benners for so many years, served with the Union Pennsylvania Volunteers, McMullen’s Company, Pennsylvania Independent Rangers for three months and 25 days. Such a short time! I was confused. At first, I thought he might have been wounded and sent home early but that wasn’t the case at all. I learned from this site that “this company was organized chiefly from the membership of the Moyamensing Hose Company, on May 20th, 1861, and served with Gen.Pattersons force in the three months campaign. The McMullin Rangers are credited, together with the 23d Regiment, with participation in the action at Bunker Hill, W. Va., July 15th, 1861.”

The name McMullen was familiar. Where had I heard that before? Then I remembered. William McMullen was a notorious 19th century political boss who was responsible for the assassination of Octavius Catto. Some more research and I learned that William McMullen raised the regiment Nicholas joined. I wouldn’t consider McMullen a selfless patriot. He probably raised the regiment because it looked good, and enhanced his political cachet. He ruled Moyamensing as his personal political fiefdom, and controlled the Moyamensing Hose Company which was more like a street gang than a professional fire department. Read more about them and other early Philadelphia fire companies here.

Moyamensing Hose Company headquarters on 744 S. 8th Street where Columbus Hall stands today.

I would guess that Nicholas was a member of the Moyamensing Hose Company or at least familiar with it. I can envision McMullen throwing an enlistment rally fueled with lots of booze to get drunken and naive young men to join his regiment in the early days of the Civil War when everyone thought the conflict would be over by Christmas. Nicholas must have joined up with his pals and was back in three months and 25 days. He was lucky. The unit didn’t see much action which didn’t stop McMullen from staging a big parade to welcome back the Rangers when they returned to Philadelphia. Nicholas received a military pension in 1891, however, and by that time he, Joseph, William P. and Rose had moved to 921 Christian Street which is literally a stone’s throw from where I live now. Elizabeth had probably died by this time. She would have been 80. I wasn’t able to find out what happened to Mary Benner, but I learned that Rose Benner married a man named Snyder and died in 1914. It was from her death certificate that I learned that her mother Elizabeth’s maiden name was Elizabeth Jack.

921 Christian Street, the Benner’s home in 1900

Another family had moved into my house by 1900. They were Italian immigrants Thomas Fechi and his wife Mille. Their baby Maggie was born in the United States. Thomas was a laborer. The Fechi’s were sharing the house with 46 year old Mary Tale, who I am guessing was Mille’s mother (she is listed as a boarder but that doesn’t mean she wasn’t related), and her children Louis (19) Joseph (18) and Rose (14). They had emigrated to the US a few years after Mille.

And that’s where I drew my search to a close. If I want to identify other people who have lived in my house over the years and maybe even determine when it was converted from a trinity to the house it is now, I will have to go to the Office of the Philadelphia Recorder of Deeds and do a title search, more properly called an information search, to trace the chain of title back through the years.

To access census records online, go to FamilySearch.org. You will have to create an account, but it’s free and well worth it, especially if you’re interested in history and genealogy.

You Don’t Know Jack (Fruit)

My husband decided to become vegan a few weeks ago. I thought it would be easier in the household if I followed suit. It wasn’t much of a stretch for me. I haven’t been a meat eater since high school and cut down on dairy when health issues necessitated limiting my salt intake. Driving in the South behind chicken trucks bound for one of the processing plants down there was enough to swear me off most store bought eggs. I’ll spare you the details. Just be glad you weren’t born a chicken.

I have never been one for fake foods, processed fake cheese, and processed fake meat. Early in my marriage, my well meaning in-laws ambushed me with something called “Not Dogs” at a family gathering. I barely escaped with the relationship intact. I have always been suspicious of products with names like “I Can’t Believe It’s Not Margarine.”

Which brings me to jackfruit. Right now, I am sitting in my kitchen with my cat Boris listening to cannon explosions coming from my oven. I had thought it would be fun to purchase a fresh jackfruit and try one of the recipes I see all over the Internet for Jackfruit vegan pulled pork. There are a number of large seeds inside jackfruit which they recommend you roast in the oven. None of the recipes mentioned that the seeds might explode.

Not to mention that I don’t know if vegan jackfruit pulled pork tastes like pulled pork because I don’t think I have ever eaten pulled pork in my life. But I love a challenge, especially the kind where there is nothing at stake but a weird looking fruit. And I have a solution to the exploding seeds at the end of this post.

I cut up my jackfruit a day before I used it after reading numerous articles on how to do it.

In retrospect, I probably should have saved the white, stringy fiber. But none of the many web sites and videos that I happened to I consult before cutting up my jackfruit told me to do that. I ran into problems getting clear, concise directions for which parts of the freshly-cut jackfruit are edible and should be used for vegan pulled pork. One site says that the white, stringy part of the jackfruit should be discarded and only the yellow fruit used. Another site says that the white stringy part makes the best vegan pulled pork dish. Another site contains such general information that I wonder if the writer ever met a fresh jackfruit. Yet another site contains information that assumes reader knowledge, basically instructing to cut up the fresh jackfruit and use it. Not helpful when you don’t know what you are doing. The recipes that call for canned jackfruit are less problematic. Just open the can and chop, boil, or whatever.

So my vegan pulled pork used the yellow pulp only. It was good, but I think the finished product would have been better with with directions that were more thought out and didn’t assume knowledge. The basic instructions are to dissect your jackfruit, save the seeds for roasting, shred the yellow pulpy part and boil the hell out of it.

I duly shredded my yellow jackfruit pulp (tedious) and cooked it in vegetable broth. I am not sure why the recipes tell you to do this. It takes forever and doesn’t really change the character of the yellow pulpy jackfruit all that much. Maybe it is different if you use the white stringy part which I will definitely try the next time I tackle this.

But I can recommend Penzy’s vegetable broth with no reservations. It’s fresh and delicious. In fact, I recommend all Penzy’s products. Check out their website here.

After boiling my jackfruit, I sautéd onions, peppers, and portobello mushrooms with garlic and some spices and added it to the jackfruit.

Then I spread the mixture on a sheet pan and covered it with easy home made microwaved barbecue sauce where I used hot pepper and tomato paste instead of ketchup.

The finished product was delicious with a hint of sweetness from the Jackfruit that was tempered by the barbecue sauce. While this is not a substitute for pulled pork, it would be wonderful with rice. Some oven-baked tofu cubes or chick peas would enhance it even more. Or serve over noodles.

Fresh Jackfruit Pulled Pork

I bought a 10 lb. jackfruit and used half of it. After covering it with broth and boiling it, I chopped up 5 fresh garlic cloves, one large onion, red, green and yellow peppers and one large portobello cap which I sautéd in olive oil with some spices. I used sweet paprika, cumin, Mural of Flavor, a splash of liquid smoke and a goodly sprinkle of hot pepper flakes. I didn’t use any salt. I spread it on a foil-lined sheet pan sprayed with cooking spray, topped it with Easy Barbecue Sauce and baked it at 350 F for 30 minutes. The second time I made it, I baked it in a casserole dish. Much easier. This is great served over Japanese buckwheat noodles which I get at my local Asian market. You can also buy them on Amazon. But I think plain old spaghetti would work too.

Easy Barbecue Sauce

Add to a four cup microwavable container

  • 6 oz can tomato paste
  • 2 tablespoons molasses
  • 2 T cider vinegar
  • 1 T garlic powder
  • 1 T onion powder
  • 2 teaspoons paprika
  • 1/4 to 1/2 teaspoon pepper flakes

Add 1/2 cup water to this. Cover and microwave on high 3 minutes, stir, and use.

I think there is a simple solution for the exploding roasted jackfruit seeds. Before you roast chestnuts, you cut an “X” in each one to let out the steam that develops inside during roasting. You can do the same with jackfruit seeds which are covered with a skin. Voila! No more (or fewer) explosions and I bet they would be easier to peel for eating, too. I’m going to try this with my next fresh jackfruit. Do roast the seeds. They are “foody” as my mother would say.

Some more tips: people are falling all over themselves telling you to line your counter with plastic wrap so the sticky latex-like jackfruit innards don’t stick to it. Uh, don’t we have a problem with plastic pollution or is that something I dreamed up? Grab a few sheets of newspaper or cut open a paper bag and work on that. Reuse something.





Smooth Your Bottom

Here’s a quick tutorial on how to smooth the bottom of bisque fired pottery. Simply take a square of 80 grit wet-dry sandpaper and affix it to your wheel head with a glue stick. Hold your pot bottom to the sandpaper and spin. This will kick up dust, so you might not want to do it in a shared space. You should also wear a mask. You can sponge a little water onto the sandpaper to unclog it and to cut down on dust. When you’re done, just wipe off the wheel with a towel and it’s clean again.

Here’s a video I just came across on YouTube with some great pointers for sanding safely. Try dipping the bottom of your pot in water before using the wheel. I think this would be more effective than wetting the sandpaper on the wheel.

More Teapots

More teapots even though I don’t drink much tea. I’m not sure where these are going to end up. Some of my little teapots have found new homes.

Not Your Mother’s Majolica

Majolica glaze is a white tin or zinc-based glaze that provides a smooth coating on terracotta clay and acts as a perfect foil for underglaze decorations which are painted on top of the Majolica glaze.  The beauty of the Majolica is that it doesn’t move,  so anything you paint on top of it stays put.   For an explanation of the process, press here and here.

Here are some classic examples: tiles from Portugal.

MajolicaTilesPortugal

So I probably should not have been delighted when I took this out of the kiln.

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And yet, I was.   To be fair,  I didn’t start off conventionally.  I took a terracotta bud vase, dipped it in a cone 04 dipping glaze called Ice Blue (you can get the recipe in a free booklet on the Ceramic Arts Network site here. ) 

The glaze has chunks in it and it’s supposed to run and collect in crevices.  It can look interesting when you use it on white earthenware (see right) and beyond boring over terracotta (middle). 

We have a bucket of Majolica glaze in the studio and I decided to experiment.  I had to dip the vase three times to get a good coat, letting the glaze dry completely between coats.  You can see the crackling and crazing from the Ice Blue glaze in the right hand picture below that might have looked interesting had it been on the right kind of clay.

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I let the glaze dry overnight before adding the underglaze decoration.

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And here’s what I got!  This was fired at cone 06.  I surmise that the Majolica and the underglaze shifted because the Ice Blue glaze beneath it moved.  I am not sure what I expected.  Not everyone will like this, but for me it was a pleasant surprise.

Pericles, A Prince in Clark Park

I’ve read most of Shakespeare’s plays, but I wasn’t familiar with Pericles, Prince of Tyre categorized as a “romance,” until I was treated to a wonderful production in West Philadelphia by the Shakespeare in Clark Park Theater Company.  From what I understand, Shakespeare probably didn’t write Pericles, Prince of Tyre in its entirety.   (There are those who claim that Shakespeare didn’t write any of his plays. But there will always be people like that who think they need to argue about something. Like those people who claim the Monkees of didn’t play their own instruments.) But he wrote enough of it  that it has that imitable  Shakespearean flavor:  shipwrecks, tragically missed opportunities, secret identities,  separated lovers, evil kings,  cruel twists of fate and a smattering of comedy that keeps the action from devolving into melodrama.  

The plot goes something like this: Evil King Antiochus of Antioch wants to keep his comely, marriageable daughter for himself. To this end, the nefarious king gives all her would-be suitors a riddle to solve that insures she will never marry any of them. Our hero, Prince Pericles, wants to marry the daughter, so he’s eager to try solving the riddle. King Antiochus tries to dissuade him, because there’s a law that whoever fails to solve the riddle, will be killed.  What our hero doesn’t know is that if he solves the riddle, his goose is also cooked because the solution will reveal a sordid family secret.  As Pericles guesses the meaning of the riddle, he realizes that he’s in a major pickle. He wisely resists blurting out the answer. King  Antiochus realizes, however, that Pericles knows the ugly truth. He suspends the sentence, however and gives Pericles forty days before he is killed. Our hero takes this opportunity to get out of Dodge. King Antiochus hires an assassin to follow and dispatch him before he spills the beans. The play goes on from there. It’s a bit disjointed, and not all the loose ends are tied up neatly, but it was the perfect vehicle for a summer’s evening outdoors in Clark Park.

The part of King Antiochus of Antioch was performed by a giant puppet, to great effect.

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Our hero realizes his mistake

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A perfect representation of a sailing ship.

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Acrobats comprised a big part of the performance.

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The audience could scan QR codes with their phones for cues so they could participate in the performance.

The supporting players added to the overall enjoyment

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The King Pericles as an old man. I am not going to tell you the play’s ending, but you can be sure it’s a happy one.

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This audience member had a good time!

To see the program for the play, press here. To learn more about the Company, press here. For a review of the production, press here.

Bob’s Garden Summer 2021

It’s been a long month this week. Lots of stuff going on-I was thinking that not all of it is good, but who am I to say what’s good or not? Only time and perspective can make sense of some things. Maybe. In the meantime, all you can do is tend your own garden. And if you are lucky like me, you live next door to someone like my neighbor Bob who tends a lovely garden and shares it with the neighborhood. Here are some pictures.

Drawing Bridges at Cherry Street Pier

I went to Cherry Street Pier with the Color Wheels gang last week. It was the first Color Wheels outing I’ve been on for more than a year,

The Color Wheels Van

The art project was drawing the Ben Franklin Bridge which is right next to Cherry Street Pier.

It’s not an easy task to draw a suspension bridge, even with an army of erasers and rulers. But lead artist Maureen Duffy helped a lot of people tackle the project and walk away with drawings. Here are some I got to photograph.