Each Spring, Quiet Valley makes its own maple sugar. We all love the sweet, sticky sap that comes from these types of trees for our pancakes and for adding to all sorts of recipes, such as maple ginger salmon. This past week we started tapping the trees around the farm. A good tap tree is about 10 to 20 inches in diameter, which makes the tree about 40 years old. A tap is drilled into the tree and a small metal tube called a spile is inserted into the tree. The sap runs down the spile and spills into a waiting container. In our case those are sterilized glass jars but these can be buckets or even special bags. I was really surprised to see that the sap was clear. (I had assumed it was going to be colored.)
The sap is clear in the bucket. Please excuse my foot in the photo; it’s keeping the bucket from falling over.
The jars are collected twice a day, but with how quickly the sap is flowing now, it might be three times a day. Once enough maple sap is collected then we have a Maple Sugaring Event which is open to all members of Quiet Valley. During this event the sap is heated in big vats and refined into the syrup we love.
The glass jars collecting sap.
How does this work? During the summer, the trees store sugar and nutrients in their roots. In the Spring, when the weather begins to warm, the sap begins to return to the top of the tree to help grow the leaves. The best time to gather the sap is when it is warm during the day and cold at night. That way the sap runs better. You don’t have to stop at just tapp ing maple trees but can also tap birch trees, black walnuts, hickory and box elder. This Saturday, February 25th, we’ll be making cooking down the sap and making maple sugar.
Quiet Valley Living Historical Farm primarily uses first person interpretation for its tours and programs. That means all the interpreters, for better or worst, are in a particular time period and relate to someone workings of the farm during that time. (In other words, they portray on original family member of the farm or one of their fictional children, cousins, siblings, hired hands, etc.) To clarify my above statement there are some things that first person interpretation does work very well and is a great way to demonstrate living history by making it engaging and dynamic. Notwithstanding, I am currently struggling with who my character and who they are on the farm.
I fall into an age gap where I’m too young to be a direct member of the families who owned the farm Johan Simon Meyer’s family (1820s) or the Peter Marsh (1850s). But I’m too old to be any of their children. For a bit of help here is the Quiet Valley Family Tree. To get around this, my character is going to be descended from a sister of Johan Simon Meyer named Catherine. (That solves a couple of problems: 1. I can’t forget any of my character’s matralineal line because they will all be C/Katherines and 2. if I need to change time period between 1820s, 1850s, and 1890s, I just add/subtract C/Katherines. So I could be Katherine Zepper Meyer’s daughter, Catherine’s, daughter etc. )
One of the first characters I’m developing is a schoolmarm to help with spring school tours. Again though, I come up with the problem of my age. A woman in her mid to late 20s would traditionally be married during the 1890s. If I was married during the late 1800s, then I legally couldn’t be a schoolmarm in the state of Pennsylvania. That got me thinking about possibly portraying a widow and then I’d be able to speak to more interesting social trend in my interpretation.
A display from “Death Becomes Her” a costume display at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in 2014.
Historically people were widowed or widowers much more often then today. During the late 1800s, there were many social conventions that dictated periods of mourning and rules for widows. Wealthy women would often be in mourning for 2 or more years during which time they didn’t participate in society. They were excluded from shopping or attending weddings, balls, or social functions. For the first year they wore black often with a veil and then for the second year grays and pale purples. By the third year they could start introducing colors again to their wardrobe.
But what about working women who couldn’t afford to buy new clothes for mourning and still needed to work? Often these women would remarry after they were widowed, particular if their were young children. If the children were older and she could be financial independent, the widow tended not to remarry. This was because as a widow she was entitled to a winder participation in society then her married counterparts. (Widows could own property and in some states and countries even could vote.) Older women tended not to remarry either. Younger women who didn’t remarry were, at times, viewed poorly by society for not following social conventions. That maybe a detail I’ll have to work out but at least I’ve got an idea to begin. So now I have to work on adding a little gray or black to my costume. (perhaps pictures to follow.)
This week I had a chance to learn about Pennsylvania Dutch holidays throughout the year. Each year, Quiet Valley school tour staff participate in a workshops to stay up to date on the most recent research and learn new items to incorporate into their interpretation. Our first training of the year focused on the traditions and culture of this area of Pennsylvania during the early 1800s.
In this part of Pennsylvania many people were of Lutheran or Moravian background which means they followed, and still follow, a liturgical calendar or a church based calendar. Their celebrations at home followed those of the religious season. (Not everyone or every groups celebrated the holidays just like how not everyone today celebrates Mardi Gras or Groundhog Day. )
One of the most interesting (sounding) holiday celebrations is around Fastnacht Day, which is actually coming up on February 28th. Fastnacht Day falls on the day before the liturgical season of lent begins. Traditionally it is the day when you use up all of your old fat and lard to make doughnuts before lent began. It was considered bad luck to not use up the fat on this date. If you did not eat a doughnut on that day then it was believed you would get boils, your chickens would lay no eggs, and worms and bugs would infest your garden.
Also, children had their own fun traditions for the day. The last person to school would be teased. So children would try to beat their teachers to school. When the teacher arrived, the boys would crow like a rooster and the girls would cluck like a hen. I imagine teachers would try and arrive in the middle of the pack so the children could still cluck at them but they wouldn’t get teased by their students. I hope everyone has a wonderful Fastnacht Day and enjoys making chicken sounds about their schools.
Let’s talk chicken today. Yesterday I was given a couple of the Quiet Valley eggs to take home. Among the brown and white eggs was a blue one! As I looked closely I noticed that some of the brown ones weren’t truly brown either; some where speckled and others were almost pink. While this may not surprise some folks, I was intrigued. (Truth be told, some part deep down in my brain knew that eggs came in all sorts of colors. Notwithstanding, my brain decided to hold that piece of information for ransom.)
I was so intrigued by those colored eggs that when I got home I blew out the yokes to keep them. If you’ve never done it blowing out the yoke is a very easy process. I wash the egg and then with a large sewing needle make a hole at the top and bottom of the egg. I usually swirl the needle around inside the egg to break up the yoke. Then I blow into the top of the egg and the insides come out the bottom. (Some people use a straw instead of putting their mouths on the egg.) Now you’re left with just the shell and, with care, these will last forever.
The blue egg comes from a particular type of chicken called an Ameraucana or an Araucana. These chickens come from the Araucana area of Chile. These chickens were there prior to contacts with Europeans. (What is often referred to as pre-Columbian.) Interestingly, these chickens are closely related to populations found in Polynesia. This speaks to contact between Polynesians and Chileans in prehistoric times, which while a very interesting discussion draws us away from the topic at hand.
The color of a chicken’s egg is determined by genetics and breeding chickens from two different colored egg varieties can lead to new colored eggs. A brown egged rooster breeds with a blue egg hen and now there are olive green eggs! (Not what I would have expected from my art class days.) That’s why some eggs look brown, while others appear pink. We are used to brown and white eggs being standard because of the grocery store. Also, the color of the chicken has nothing to do with the color of the chicken.
There are over 50 billion chickens in the world today. They were domesticated by the 15th century B.C. in Asia. They are omnivores and will eat lizards, small snakes and mice as well as seeds and corn. Chickens are gregarious and have a social structure with dominant individuals who control access to food and shelter. That’s where our term “pecking order” comes from. We have a number of different varieties of chickens here on the farm. I will hopefully learn their breeds and names soon.
Blooper photo: My kitten Damascus photo bombing to investigate the blown eggs.
On Wednesday, I tagged along with one of our Farm Hand Adventure programs. This program is designed to allow students to gain a deeper understanding of the farm and history through a hands-on project. This participating class was unique in another way too. All the participants were ac
tually future teachers! They were students going to East Stroudsburg University and studying education. They were learning different teaching techniques and how to incorporate a field trip into the classroom.
The program I really enjoyed was dedicated to the exploration of wheat. Farmer Milt explained the different ways wheat grew and how it was harvested. Did you know that the when the hay is cut, its bundled together and this is called the sheave? Well, now you know. The sheaves are made into stacks and sheaves are laid across the top as a way to shed rain water. Reminds me a little bit of Monet’s painting.
Near the end of the class, we each got a few stalks of wheat. We broke the stalks so we just had the heads. Next we crushed them and made a rather large mess on the floor. Finally we winnowed out the chaff (the seed pod part) using our own wind, aka our breath. That just left the wheat seeds. This we put into a little portable table mill to produce flour! By turning the handle the wheat is crushed between two small mill stones and flour is produced.
After learning about how wheat is produced we got to get our hands involved a little more and made some bread! Cheryl demonstrated how bread was made and spoke some about the history of bread. The Germans and the Pennsylvania Dutch tended to like darker and rye breads. While the English tended to prefer whiter wheat breads. Then it was our turn. We each got a little bit of dough and tried kneading it. Once it was no longer sticky and sprung back under a gentle touch it was done. We made it into little ball loaves. While the students were down on the farm it baked and smelled wonderful and once done tasted event better. I forgot to take a picture of my loaf, which came out rather funny shaped because it was stuck between several others. I’m hoping to try the recipe again and maybe some of the others in the new Quiet Valley cookbook.
Today was my first day learning how to feed the animals here at Quiet Valley Living Historical Farm. There is a wide range of animals here at the farm including: pigs, horses, a mule, turkeys, rabbits, pigs, goats, and sheep. This time of year, in the winter, the feeding goes pretty quickly and easily. The animals are mostly in the 1850s bank barn, the chicken coop, and the pig barn. (During the summer, the animals are all spread out across the farm.)
The day started in the barn feeding the horses, pig, turkeys, geese, Lily the goat, and the rabbits. The turkeys were the only ones who didn’t seem much interested in food. They preferred perching in the window and showing off their tail feathers. Did you know pigs drool in anticipation of food? Apparently they do.
The most exciting thing that happened other than a few slips and spills on the icy ground was when we were feeding the rabbits. We opened the rabbits cages to change out their food and water. Normally the rabbits think nothing of it but today one developed an unusual idea. One of the rabbits is a big, white one like the kind from Alice in Wonderland sans waistcoat and pocket watch. She looked at that open pen and saw an opportunity, the new person. She sprung over the edge of her cage like a graceless pole vaulter (or someone planning a painful belly flop in a pool). Dumbstruck, all I can think of is ‘the rabbit escaped’. Will she bolt and get out of the barn. She, I assume, thinks it too as she rests on the floor under her pen. In an attempt for a quick recovery, I scoop her up. Immediately my thoughts change to ‘Goodness she’s heavy,’ before putting her back in her cage. We had a moment as she watched me go to get her food. As much as she seemed to relish that brief moment of flight, we both agreed her pole vaulting career was over.
The rabbit after she’s back in her pen.
This blog is written to help visitors fall in love with the farm. This post was written by Kat Muller the new administrator about her experiences as she learns about the farm.
Hi everyone, my name is Kat and I’m a new member of the Quiet Valley Living Historical Farm Staff. I’m inviting you to come along, meet the farm, and learn along with me.
A little bit about me to get you started: I have always loved working out of doors. (To the point that I told my first grade teacher I wanted to grow up to be an oak tree-still working on that, roots take a long time to grow.) I have a strong background in experimental archaeology and living history. (Experimental archaeology is a subset of archaeology where the scientist tries to reproduce past lifeways to better understand archaeological deposits. AKA we make pots to smash them and see if they look like the pot fragments found in excavations.) I particularly enjoy metal working specifically blacksmithing, in addition to spinning, weaving, historic clothing construction, herb lore, and anything else I can try.
The first week on the farm was a fun challenge. I’m trying to catch up on the history of the farm and the evolution as the site as a teach/historical farm. My favorite encounter so far was with Baby Llama. Baby Llama (don’t get mislead by the name-like I was the first time) is a sheep who may be the reincarnation of Harry Houdini; she doesn’t stay in her pen. She hops in and out over the fence. To be fair, Milt the farmer did warn me about this. Yet, I was still surprised when we rounded one of the barns and there was Baby Llama placidly eating on the lawn of the house. Before my eyes she walked over to the fence, not the lowest part of the fence where the railing was slumping but to a high portion where the rocks made a five foot difference between the sheep pasture up to the horse pasture/ lawn, and POP over she went. She landed rather gracefully, I might add.
Baby llama out of her pen
On Wednesday I’m going to tag along and start learning how to feed the animals including Baby Llama and the other sheep, Wilhelm and Gunther (the draft horses), the mule, the pigs, the rabbits, the geese, the turkeys, the barn cats, and many others. Wish me luck.
Fall is a beautiful time of year to come visit Quiet Valley Living Historical Farm. The historic tour of our circa 1800’s working farm showcases animal care, gardening, heritage crafts, hearth cooking, old fashioned games and wagon rides. Fun for the whole family.
We are open daily 10:00-5:00pm with exception of Mondays through Labor Day. We will also be open Saturday the 12th and the 19th from 10:00-5:00pm.
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Quiet Valley Living Historical Farm
347 Quiet Valley Rd • Stroudsburg, PA 18360