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The Making Of The Great Machine

by Master Gerald Goodwine


It was the early 1990's, and I had for some time been training 3 dogs to 
do pulling of carts and wagons and was planning on attending Lilies. 
Putting a dog up for a week in a kennel can get quite expensive and 
putting up three was cost prohibitive. A dog is like a child, and at any 
event especially at a weak long event, it requires constant supervision. 
The question then was: How can I take my dogs, enjoy the war myself, 
make it a good experience for the dogs, and make them a part on the 
medieval experience rather that a distraction and nuisance for others? 
My answer at that time was to build a dog cart and go cruising around 
the campground. During the coarse of researching the cart, and such 
esoteric things like how bearings for such devices might have been made, 
I kept running across references, woodcuts, and artists drawings to 
tread-wheels that were used to power various types of machinery. These 
tread-wheels used people, horses, oxen, donkeys, goats, and yes, even 
dogs as a source of power. This seemed to be the craziest, most magical 
answer to my original problem. But why would the crazy amount of work to 
make such a thing be worth while? Well, because I am a maker of things. 
I do blacksmithing, woodworking, and a wide variety of other crafts. It 
would combine my love and passion for woodworking, blacksmithing, 
casting and metalwork, tool-making, dog training, medieval recreation, 
and power tools into one giant project. And it has been a blast! One 
thing and one bit of research leads into another, and the things I have 
learned have been amazing!

During the course of my research I found this quot from /Della 
tranquillita dell'animo /(On the tranquility of the soul)/, /a 
philosophical treatise,//written by//Leon Battista Alberti a disiple of 
Phillip Brunelleschi, the engineer credited with the construction of the 
cathedral Santa Mara del Fiore. In his play two characters are 
presumably sitting in that vary cathedral lamenting about their failed 
businesses. One says to the other: “I am accustom, most of all at night, 
when the agitation of my soul fills me with cares, and I seek relief 
from these bitter worries and sad thoughts, to think about and construct 
in my mind some unheard-of machine, to move and carry weights, making it 
possible to do great and wonderful things. Oh how this reaches across 
the centuries and connects me to that restless soul. It is as if I am 
sitting right there, hearing his words in that very cathedral, hearing 
just outside its massive doors, the creaking and groans of that machine 
lifting the massive stone beams into place, workmen shouting back and 
forth their commands and instructions, the sound of oxen feet as they 
step to turn the wheel. Yet, it is not enough for me to just sit and 
imagine. I am a builder. I must make it. I must see it. I must hear it. 
I must feel it move. /Non est satis imaginari. /“It is not enough to 
imagine”; My motto... My modus operandi: I began building.

The first couple of years were spent designing and talking about making 
such a machine, and having people look at me like I was a six headed 
hydra with a jesters hat and bells on each head. I put up a blacksmith 
shop at Lilies in the new merchant area just east of the cesspool. The 
idea was to sell blacksmith stuff, but except for a few tent stakes, 
that never panned out. It seemed I was always too busy making stuff for 
the machine to make anything to sell. In those days my shop was four 
patio shade pavilion corners that sort of looked like they were 
smith-worked, and two roof panels made of a wooden frame just 
substantial enough to hold 5 pieces of tin together each. This was not a 
good plan in a very unforeseen way. The sound of rain on a tin roof may 
be romantic to some, but the thundering echos of smithing hammer blows 
resonating off a tin roof that acted like a sound board on a well made 
musical instrument...Not so much...And not so musical and 
deafeningly...not romantic.

The next year the tin roof was replaced with a wooden frame and a tarp. 
I constructed this frame with housing the wheel in mind and by then had 
the first initial drawings for the wheel completed. I was planning on 
some kind of A-frame to hold up the wheel. Although it could have 
functioned properly, the look would have been all wrong. That's when I 
first saw then HL now Master, Guillume de Solutear's little timber frame 
house using canvas to simulate mortar. This was the perfect Idea! 
Agacola's book had over 150 woodcuts many with buildings that such a 
construction would represent as well as could be done, The shop could 
look like it was supposed to. Its building went into high gear.

On 7/21/2015 3:09 PM, Patricia Galbraith wrote:
> Gerald, was something supposed to be attached to this?  Yes, I would 
> love to see something from you in each issue.  I'll hold until time 
> for you to go to work tonight . . .
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> Date: Tue, 21 Jul 2015 05:07:13 -0500
> From: [log in to unmask]
> Subject: Re: [MAGMOR] Runestaff
> To: [log in to unmask]
> Here is something (maybe the beginnings of a book) you might wish to 
> put in the Runestaff for entertainment purposes.  If you like I could 
> try for a bit each month.
> On 7/20/2015 3:50 PM, Patricia Galbraith wrote:
>     will be going to press (web?) early tomorrow morning.  If you have
>     anything you would like to add, please let me know by midnight
>     tonight.
>     Thanks.
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