Summer – Update #3 – Gilbert Stuart birthplace and museum
After leaving the azalea gardens (described previously), SeaQueen and I ventured to the birthplace of Gilbert Stuart – portrait artist (painter). This is a place that SeaQueen had not heard of, but when we were worried of being rained out at the beach (and I went searching online for tourism), I spotted the entry in the “museums” section. I had no idea who Gilbert Stuart was, but I saw that it had a gristmill and snuff mill with functional waterwheels, which was enough for me to want to go see it.
(snuff mill on left, gristmill on right)
I’ve always been fascinating by mills and the workings of mills.
The tour guide was fabulous! Here he is describing how millstones have grooves in them.
The bottom stone stays in one place, and the top one is the one that spins and grinds (powered by the flow of water across the wheel, of course). They are both grooved. Millstones can have different groove patterns, as was evidenced by the different millstones that SeaQueen and I saw in a different park/gardens in Massachusetts. At that park, the millstones were part of the landscaping which was really unique and creative (shown below).
The story of Gilbert Stuart is rather interesting. He is the artist who painted the (unfinished) image of George Washington that is used on the dollar bill.
This is a sheet of one dollar bills from the mint that have not been cut.
Gilbert Stuart also painted images of many of the early U.S. presidents. I like the one he did of Dolley Madison (below).
All of the paintings are reproductions, because his art is too valuable to be housed at the birthplace where there is poor temperature and humidity control and inadequate security. I guess someone on the trustees committee for the birthplace once had the bright idea of housing an original on the grounds; they advertised it, and it got stolen!
Anyway, the story of Gilbert Stuart is also linked to the snuff mill, which made it very interesting to me. Snuff is the powdered tobacco that men and women used to stuff up their noses to get a buzz (before smoking tobacco became more common). This will be no surprise to my fellow lovers of historical fiction who are familiar with characters who kept their snuffboxes handy and who always kept a handkerchief handy for their brown dribbling noses (rather disgusting sounding – but isn’t smoking just as disgusting? – I digress).
Anyway, prior to this time period (mid 1750s), there were zero snuff mills in the U.S. So, any tobacco that was grown here in the states had to be shipped to Europe to be ground into snuff and then shipped BACK to the states for sale. Well, a rich person in Rhode Island (RI) decided that he was going to make a bunch of money by bypassing the shipments to and from Scotland by building the first colonial snuff mill in the states that could mill the locally-grown tobacco. He needed someone experienced to run the mill. So he recruited Gilbert Stuart’s dad and family to move from Scotland to RI to run the mill!
Gilbert was born at the snuff mill in RI and grew up in this relatively wealthy family. He showed a tendency to draw and color. A visitor from Scotland who was an artist, recognized Gilbert’s talent and convinced Gilbert and his family to allow Gilbert to study with him in Europe when Gilbert was in his teens. On the voyage to Scotland, Gilbert was tutored and mentored by this artist. However, the person either died on the voyage or died shortly after their arrival in Scotland! I don’t recall when the tutor died. What I distinctly remember our tour guide telling us was that Gilbert was all alone in Scotland with no money, no credit, and he knew no one! Also that he “must have” been getting some training on the long voyage from the states to Scotland, because his painting improved in just that short period of time. Gilbert ended up getting various odd jobs and (literally) working his way back to the U.S. again; I think he may have worked on the ship in order to have passage. When Gilbert was 20, he moved to England to study with Benjamin West, a famous painter.
His early work was not very good, compared to what he would be capable of later in life.
And then with time he was capable of this kind of work:
That one is my favorite. It is called “The Skater” and won him acclaim in 1782; he was 27 years old! The original is actually really large; our tour guide showed us a photo of him (I think) standing next to it in the gallery where it hangs.
The Wikipedia entry for Gilbert Stuart says that over the course of his life, Gilbert painted over 1,000 portraits. You should check out that entry if you want to see a list of the names of people whose portraits he painted and images of his paintings.
The other thing that was really neat about the birthplace was all of the aspects of colonial living that were on display. There are too many photos for me to post here but they are in a set here.
Herbs were dried behind the fireplace in the fancy, upstairs, rarely-used, living room.
A bench with a nanny board (like a short fence) allowed a woman to sit on the bench and have a small child next to her; the nanny board would keep the child from rolling off of the bench. The board could be removed so that a couple of adults/older children could sit on it.
This next photo is fuzzy, because I took it really fast. But the idea is that a well-made bed was so expensive, and fire was so common, that people kept the tools for dismantling the bed hanging on the bed post. If a fire would break out, they grabbed the tool and dismantled the bed quickly!
Can you imagine living in an age where fire is so common that you have to be able to quickly dismantle your bed for safe-keeping?
I liked the bedside table, because it had eyeglasses, old books, and a neat candle stand on it.
The spinning wheel was very large
as was the loom (sitting next to the grinding mechanism of the snuff mill).
My absolute favorite part of the whole tour was seeing the snuff mill actually be put into gear so that the pestle grinds the mortar (probably not the correct terminology). There is a video in the set on Flickr that shows it in action. Here is the video embedded in this post (hopefully one of those will work for you!):
Here is a photo too.
All in all, it was a really wonderful day! I learned many new things about colonial living and mills, I learned about a famous american artist, and SeaQueen and I had a lovely picnic on the grounds. It was quite a nice way to spend our Memorial Day in lieu of going to the beach!
This was our view during our picnic lunch.
