Wednesday 8 July 1663

Being weary, and going to bed late last night, I slept till 7 o’clock, it raining mighty hard, and so did every minute of the day after sadly. But I know not what will become of the corn this year, we having had but two fair days these many months. Up and to my office, where all the morning busy, and then at noon home to dinner alone upon a good dish of eeles, given me by Michell, the Bewpers’ man, and then to my viall a little, and then down into the cellar and up and down with Mr. Turner to see where his vault may be made bigger, or another made him, which I think may well be. And so to my office, where very busy all day setting things in order my contract books and preparing things against the next sitting. In the evening I received letters out of the country, among others from my wife, who methinks writes so coldly that I am much troubled at it, and I fear shall have much ado to bring her to her old good temper. So home to supper and musique, which is all the pleasure I have of late given myself, or is fit I should, others spending too much time and money. Going in I stepped to Sir W. Batten, and there staid and talked with him (my Lady being in the country), and sent for some lobsters, and Mrs. Turner came in, and did bring us an umble pie hot out of her oven, extraordinary good, and afterwards some spirits of her making, in which she has great judgment, very good, and so home, merry with this night’s refreshment.

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TerryF   Link to this

Down again into the cellar, led by L&M -

to answer one of the concerns of Robert Gertz and Dirk yesterday - "down into the cellar, and up and down with Mr. Turner to see where his vault for turds may be made bigger, or another made him; which I think may well be."

Interesting idea - "vault for turds" --

TerryF   Link to this

"I slept till 7 o’clock, it raining mighty hard"

Was the relation between the weather and somnolence as yet unfamiliar? the barometer had only been invented by Evangelista Torricelli ca. 1644 http://inventors.about.com/od/tstartinventors/a...

Robert Gertz   Link to this

Actually I was curious to know how Sam's own h of o/v for t is doing.

***
Sam, if you had just spent enforced weeks in the sticks with John, Maggie, and Pall...

"Deer Husband,

(What? Not 'Most beloved Lord and God's chosen Vicegerent'?)

Your Most Cruel father is Now Conf...Keeping your Wretched Wife to Her Room allways And Feeds Ashwell the Dainty Bits as she Plays the Vial for Him Whilst your Poor Wretched Wife gets the Slops. Which your Father sayes is All he can Afford on the Miserly Pittance we Beetow.

Get Me the Hell out From Heer.

Your Most Wretched,
Bess"

(What no 'Hugs and kisses'? No worshipful interest in my affairs?...Ummn...Well, my business. Such a cold and disappointing letter, Sam shakes head.)
***

A. De Araujo   Link to this

"but I know not what will become of the corn this year"
What kind of corn? Not zea mays I suppose.

alta turpis fossa or caput   Link to this

Regarding the jakes, it appears to be a movable DTL or latrine in a barrell, available for removing at nite then off to be processed for nitre.
"...leaving the men below in the cellar emptying the vats up through Mr. Turner’s own house..." [yesterday]

alta turpis fossa or caput   Link to this

Corn, by us locals, be oats, barley, wheat [or Grains], harvest be usually in late august, still time to get it ripe, it be worse when the rains come when the wheat be ripe, then thee have to hand pick the havested by nature from the ground, if thy be 'ungry and desperate.

dirk   Link to this

Corn

"Chiefly British" usage of the word:

Any of various cereal plants or grains, especially the principal crop cultivated in a particular region, such as wheat in England or oats in Scotland.
[Middle English corne, from Old French, horn, from Latin cornu.]

Source:
"The American Heritage Dictionary of the English Language"

Australian Susan   Link to this

Interesting that Mr Urbanite, Sam, is concerned enough to mention crops and problems of ripening. Maybe he hears about this from his fatheri n the country - who will be more directly concerned.

Now we all know that Umbles are deer innards, but isn't it appropriate that the pie Mrs T makes to soften up Sam over the inconvenient convenience is (almost) a Humble Pie. Just hope there had been copious amounts of hand washing from any of her servants maybe involved in the recent excavations in the cellars...

lutum stercus   Link to this

Sam, thee have forgotten, 'wot it be like to walk down a country lane with leaves dripping their collection of sickly collection "...evening I received letters out of the country, among others from my wife, who methinks writes so coldly that I am much troubled at it, and I fear shall have much ado to bring her to her old good temp..."
Then there be the housekeeepers moaning about thee bringing in that accumulation of counry finest leavings "mud , mud gloriest mud nuthing ...". The Stove be surrounded by all thy wet wrappings, evicting that moisture that will not leave.
Tis good that thy have no tight wet underthings.
For all thee that are enjoying the modern trappings, Wet country month be no picknick, and I can see Bess trying not to shiver from all that dampness and that drizzle [ that be a very fine mist] that will soak thee to the bone and the old Kitchen stove will glow but not keep thee enjoying a warm dry skin, mind you, that be what will give all those milkmaids that luverly peaches and cream skin.
For Sam as a boy would enjoy tramping knee high through all that mud and run off, but for a girl in her prime, she would hate it and be very miserable.

alta turpis fossa or caput   Link to this

'Tis the price of a piece and jam that concerns Samuell. Inflation and a unhappy working men not being able to have their brewed barley wine and price of 'H'oats for his cab fare. "Interesting that Mr Urbanite, Sam, is concerned enough to mention crops "

TerryF   Link to this

"Mrs. Turner...did bring us...some spirits of her making"

I assume this is a non-grape wine. A friend makes as a Christmas gift every year a lovely dandelion wine, but not, I suspect, Mrs. Turner. There are clues in the Wikipedia article on wine - “Wine is an alcoholic beverage produced by the fermentation of fruit, typically grapes though a number of other fruits are also quite popular - such as plum, elderberry and blackcurrant. Non-grape wines are called fruit wine or country wine….” http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wine

alta turpis fossa or caput   Link to this

Wines, in the country side, when thee have no recourse to money, thee use what be available, like barley, horseradish, parsnip, sloes,and even wheat, to get thy buzz. Nature provides [fruits, seeds and leaves], it be up to the folks to use as required.

dirk   Link to this

"some spirits of her making"

"An excellent artificial Wine like Claret, but much better, and by many degrees brisker."

Take two gallons of your best Sider, (some esteem Worcester-shire Red-streak the best) and mingle it with six gallons of Water, put thereunto eight pound of the best Malaga Rainsins bruised in a Morter; let them stand close covered in a warm place, for the space of a fortnight, stirring them every two days well together; then press out the Raisins, and put the liquor into the same Vessel again; to which add a quart of the juice of Raspberries, and a pint of the juice of black Cherries; cover this liquor with bread, spread thick with Mustard, the Mustard-side being downward, and so let it work by the fire-side three or four days; then turn it up, and let it stand a week, and then bottle it up, and it will taste as quick as the briskest liquor whatever, and is a very pleasant drink, and much wholsomer than French-Wine.

From:
"The Gentlewoman's Companion: or, A Guide to the Female Sex", 1675
http://chaucer.library.emory.edu/cgi-bin/sgml2h...

Michael Robinson   Link to this

Wheat & Damp

In the pre modern period wheat and grains crops were highly susceptible to mold and fungal disease in the growing and ripening season. For a list and description of the 25 most common see the link below.

Like any Englishman, prior to the opening of the American west post the American civil war and the mass importation of relatively low cost grain, Pepys would be aware that the health and prosperity of the general population depends upon the availability and price of grain through the winter – be it for bread or for the final fattening of cattle and kine. Failure of the grain crop suggests later generalized hunger in the population which is not just distressing to observe but also poses the potential for local and broad traumas in the civil order.

http://greengenes.cit.cornell.edu/wpest.html

Pedro   Link to this

“their brewed barley wine”

The old advertisement for Gold Label Barley Wine read…

“Stronger than a double Scotch and less than half the price!”

John M   Link to this

Earth closets and cellars...

"leaving the men below in the cellar emptying the vats up through Mr. Turner’s own house" suggests there is access to Sam's cellar from Turner's house. Have the houses been built with common or linked cellars?

Mary   Link to this

Not houses.

The Navy Office and its attendant dwellings have all been carved out of one, large building. There is no question of separate houses here.

John M   Link to this

Thanks Mary

So presumably it is one common cellar. How does Sam stop others from tapping off his wine? Does he have to trust not only his neighbours but also his neighbour's servants.

TerryF   Link to this

There are doors with locks in the cellar, but the layout's unclear.

See 2 June, 1663 - "To-night I took occasion with the vintner’s man, who came by my direction to taste again my tierce of claret, to go down to the cellar with him to consult about the drawing of it; and there, to my great vexation, I find that the cellar door hath long been kept unlocked, and above half the wine drunk. I was deadly mad at it, and examined my people round, but nobody would confess it" http://www.pepysdiary.com/diary/1663/06/02/

alta turpis fossa or caput   Link to this

One common cellar, for all?. I have the impression that exterior wall be common, but the interior walls be installed to fit the pocket book of the different resident payee's. One could go from one subterranean area to another only by opening up the inserted wall. Doors, walls, stairs or fixtures would added and deleted at the convenience of new monies. Only in the abundant wealth of modern era does one tear down the existing structure to make the new ideal arrangements based on ergonomic and practical uses and requirements. Large structures like the Whitehall be a collection of mismashed delapidated rooms, with a luverly title of palace to give a sense of grandure. Oh how we like loverly words to cover fetid things.
My viewpoint of the caverns of Samuel's residence, be that there be a cellar for all his coles, which he purchases once a year, another area designated for his collection of bribes, sorry his gifts from satisified clients, for best wines that be imported, then there be a root cellar to keep his turnips and spuds, then there be another designated room with the pipe [or pipes] coming down from his and her closets in the upper regions into a barrel for the collection of nite soil.
His neighbour be not watching his overflow of effluent so affluent Sam has to tell Turner to open up his pocket book and get the muck out of Sam's space.
The nite soil men only work during the hours of darkness, as they be unwanted , even by those that never had a bath. ['twas even true back in the days before terror bombing removed low cost housing ].

dirk   Link to this

cellar layout

I think "alta turpis fossa or caput" (what's in a name? ATFOC for short?) is close to the truth.

In my hometown (Antwerp, Belgium) there are still some cellars like that around, going back to the 15th c., and some of them look like a builder's nightmare: parts of staircases leading nowhere, former passageways blocked off, etc...

In some cases the cellar or parts of it didn't even belong to the owner of the house above.

dirk   Link to this

cellar cont'd

Photograph of one of these Antwerp cellars (now a restaurant): the staircase on the right leads nowhere...

http://www.flickr.com/photos/dirk_vandeputte/18...

Australian Susan   Link to this

Thank you forthe photo, dirk (and all the others!)

Patricia   Link to this

Ah, lutum stercus, you bring back the memories! (I was raised in the country and now live in a village.) My mom often talks about the time her sister in town sent her kids out to our place for Easter holidays, which they spent running in and out and tracking mud everywhere, and when the kids were returned home, Auntie joyfully said, "I got all my spring cleaning done!"
Regarding Sam's missing wine, maybe it was guzzled by people using Turner's H of O.

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