Lots of Egil’s stuff to start the week! …and the rest of the week just went.
War in the Trees is coming up next weekend!
- Sewing Night – At Ancient Light, Thursdays, 6-8pm
- Herb Bunch – At Ancient Light, Saturdays, 11am-1pm
- Sewing Time – At Ancient Light, Saturdays, 3-5pm
Project Day – At Ancient Light, Sundays, Noon to 6pm
- Cheese & Wine – Watch the schedule or the Facebook group! This is going to be irregularly scheduled for when tasks need to occur.
- Next Potluck – 5/21
Here is the direct Portfolio link which has all the past Project Day reports and various projects, original here: https://housecapuchin.wordpress.com/portfolio/ and new one here: https://housecapuchin2.wordpress.com/portfolio/ and number three is here: https://housecapuchin3.wordpress.com/portfolio/
Egil’s report from Stella – How I spent my Memorial Weekend. Egils 43.
Easy travels, came in and found a good camp place fairly quickly. How fortunate! The good people at The Gate were sorting out the usual… one woman seemed a little faint and flushed from the heat as I was greeted in, so when I got my camp roughed out, I went back to Gate to lend a hand. I was given what seemed to be an almost silly task– folding the voluminous program schedules*. However, apparently it was appreciated and a needful tiny project. Lesson: Create small tasks so that everyone can participate and enjoy the satisfaction of contributing to the Event. Conversely, don’t be afraid to ask TO help– who knows that a small favour might benefit new friends.
I also went back to Gate because, as per instructions, I had left there the packages which House Capuchin assigned to me to be delivered. I was a little concerned about the cold-package of vittles for vigils, because I had no idea where its destination was located. However, just as I was explaining to the new Gateperson why I was poking around the packages, up bounded a big healthy enthusiastic lad from the very vigils camp, so he relieved us of the heavy load. The other package recipient was known by some at Gate, and so I trust that package was properly received as well.
*I rather liked the voluminous program “Book” –it was small-print, so there was a lot of good information and insight about Tournaments and general SCA knowledge. Oddly, although maybe there was meant to be, there was no map, which would have helped a lot, maybe a simplified version of the events area on the online map at http://adiantum.antir.sca.org/…/up…/2017/05/Egils-43-Map.pdf
I stayed at Gate awhile with Forest [?] and Moira [? my spelling of names is probably incorrect] partly because it was close to Field, and partly because it’s fun to watch people come in to The Gathering, new and old Family.
I walked around Camp for awhile, watched a little Beat-And-Greet… after all, like the Book says regarding the Egil Skallagrimsson Memorial Tournament on Sunday morning –“The reason we’re all here.” Ahhh… the smell of wet leather and sweat-soaked quilting and the sound of heavy blows and the ensuing grunts.
I wanted to watch some of the archery, too, but I know to pace myself, so I wisely went back to my camp to eat some cold Zucchini Squares and dense, moist Banana Bread –both made with green butter. Corn chips and cold raw zucchini slices. Swiss cheese. That’s all I ate all weekend, and it was excellent. [EXCEPT Sunday morning when I had a $5 plate of superb biscuits & gravy at McLavender’s cafe – good and reasonable.] I had a tot of rum and laid down early to a long quiet sleep. I had thought I wanted to be in Noisy Camp, but ya know… something to be said about peace and quiet, too.
Saturday, my first “mission” was to deliver a hand-made and blackwork embroidered pincushion to the Silent Auction before 10am – yikes! That’s early for me! Mission accomplished, with surprising ease. Then I walked around the merchants circle and spoke with some of the craftspeople. I was amazed at the reasonable prices being asked for amazing workmanship. I went to Gate for awhile and helped Xenos [?] by folding Books again – he took the time to teach me more about SCA traditions such as Three Pillars. Of course, when I heard the loud blows and grunts beginning from the Field, I excused myself and went to enjoy Holmgang armored fighting. Heavy chalk circle drawn on ground. “Pretend you’re fighting on an ice flow. You fall off, you die…”
Also watched some rapier action. Here’s where women seem to have an advantage – sprightly and intuitive can be more effective in this sport. Rapier is more dance-like, whereas the armored fighting is more brutal and intense. That being said, it sure was fun to cheer Vesta in the brutal-intense realm where she shines.
I never made it to any classes all weekend, my loss. There was so much to take in! Even studying peoples’ garb as they walked around was educational. Also, with no map it was less clear where classes were held and if at the time they were held, they were full, open, pay, free, pre-register, etc. even with the Book. Also I’m lazy. This Egils felt more like summer vacation than school.
I was able to discern where to work at Egils next time, where my talents will serve. Had I known I would be in shade in camp, I would have brought my guitar. I reconnoitered several places where a busker might serve very well!
Saturday afternoon I went back to my camp to rest for Court – and The Night. Court was beautiful and came to me. I was standing in the shade of a side pavilion towards the back of the Field to watch the proceedings, when Court suddenly realized that the Sun was all wrong. Heads will roll, I’m sure. Populace was solicited to physically move the 8-pole assembled pavilion and all its thrones and accoutrements to the other end of the Field, and suddenly I found myself “in the wings” where I could stand quietly unseen and yet see and hear up close and personal. It was a bold and brilliant decision, because now Royalty – and populace — were more comfortably in the shade of this late afternoon. Court was beautiful and made me get a tear or two in my eye – who doesn’t like to see the deserving receive their just awards?
Saturday Night. I am going to wander like The Lost and see where it gets me. Well, not far – K- Camp. Earlier in the day, I had crossed paths with brother Marcus from House Capuchin, and his pavilion was near the Trail which I was using to go to and from my camp. He mentioned that his neighbors were kind of rowdy. Perfect. When I went to their camp and introduced myself, I felt Camp-Mom and I were going to get along juuuust fine. And so it was. She was being responsible for children in camp and therefore politely declined the rum I offered — but there were other takers. So I sat around their fire, enjoying some truly unique conversation. And rum. There was lots of discussion about SeaDogs Nights and Gypsy Carnival. I am invited to camp with them. There are requirements to join this camp, of course, one being to construct a spork. www.seadognights.com
It was mentioned, almost as a dare, that Heresy Camp [graphically explained] was nearly next door down the path, but it was too quiet down there for some reason. If I’m going to <gulp> experience Heresy Camp, I want the whole lively blasphemous package, not some passed-out dregs. I accomplished what I set out to do – drank some rum and boasted some boasts with new friends around the fire, and made it safely back to my camp – intact – in the early hours of Sunday morn…
Sunday morning, the Egil Skallagrimsson Memorial Tournament –“The reason we’re all here.” Amazing as usual, the virtual experience – it’s gotta be HOT inside there! and the eternal enjoyment of cheering on the fighters…
oh, I’ll be back!
Alas, the sun reached its zenith and slowly I packed my caravan, bid a fond adieu to the Lords and Ladies, and traveled a safe and pleasant journey back to the sea, and damn glad to be here now, home in my humble home,
with a headful of dreams…
Jessica Smith-Carlock – Marya – A Pelican scroll based on runestones. Ink and gouache on Bristol.
“The text is written in Swedish runes ca 1000, and is inspired by drottkvætt. I believe I’ve gotten closer to the form this time.”
‘This stone was raised at Egils 43.
Dwarf named was Sir Durin
Deep thinking, kind leader.
Tjorkills kin, thane times four
Tree of battle stands fast.
Always Summits servant
Seeks secret mighty deeds.
But now all know, all see
Even kings sing of his works.
Swan of thorn’s sweat tells of
Thingsteads keeper, Egils ward.
Horns raised honor hall host,
Holmgang’s master, kings voice.
Styrkarr King, gold giver
Grants an honor long earned.
Stjarna Queen, dread dancer,
Deems Durin Pelican indeed.
Ceridwen asked it and Marya carved it. May 27th Anno Societatis 52, In Durins lands of Adiantum. Let all know, to the ends of the bright kingdom of An Tir. ‘
Whew! Other than some inspired cussing at eyes that were not interested in staying on the stick horses, things were quiet. A cheese got made on Wednesday and fried up with some sauerkraut on Thursday, which is a dish Anja remembers her grandmother making. We heard back on the Egil’s foods and they mostly got eaten and the quantities were pretty good. We supplied about 20% of the food for 65 or so people and all but a couple of eggs and a plate of shortbread got eaten, and the rest consumed at breakfast the next day.
Cheese and Wine Workshop – … was on Wednesday evening. We made another recipe of Schizz, since that one’s pretty easy and no one had a lot of ambition. We used lemon and regular thyme, basil and chives in this one. The interesting thing was that a red color cooked out of the basil that left a slight orange tint in the cheese.
Sewing Time – Was just Anja again on
Thursday. She did the channels on a couple of pouches and spent quite a bit of time setting up some new pincushions from a box of supplies sent by Lady Emma. There’s fabric for pouches and sets of things, too! …and then 3 pincushions happened and more got cut. Stella showed up with the rest of the stuff from Egil’s, except for the cold bag which Seamus’ family has. Amy was there for awhile. She’s starting another hat.
Then on Saturday more cushions and coin boxes happened.
Herb Bunch – We got a lot of harvested things hung to dry and got the shallot bucket set up to take home and water.
Project Day – Was rather quiet. We’re all pretty tired. Stella was at the Pentacoastal Blues Jam again, so it was just Loren, Anja and Amy. We talked about various things that are going on, and a lot about the Winter Feast plans and some about whether to make lances or swords to go with the stick horses.
The list of foodstuffs from the Domostroi. https://housecapuchin3.wordpress.com/portfolio/foods-listed-in-the-domostroi/
It’s a medieval IKEA catapult! The page is in French, but the commercial is in English, btw. – http://golem13.fr/kitkat-ikea/
Stella (v), Anja, Loren, Stella, Amy
Largesse Item Count – (includes gifts, prizes, auction items, etc.)
- ASXLVII = 24
- ASXLVIII = 88
- ASXLIX = 794
- ASL = 2138
- ASLI = 731
- ASLII = 110 plus 4 sewing box (in process), varnished stuff (124), 1 pouch
- Total as a Household = 3469 handed off
In ministerio autem Somnium! Anja, graeca doctrina servus to House Capuchin
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