….as in that which does not change.
Every year or so, we take a lent free cloth and wipe it off, put on a few coats of paste wax and buff it out real good. Then what, get on with it!
Every fifty years or so we grease the fitting to keep em’ swinging freely. And then what, get on with it!
Every hundred years or so, whether it needs them or not, we change the strings. And then what, we get on with it!
Shelbi wrote me a letter describing when she was a girl visiting her grandfathers store at the forks of Troublesome Creek next to the bridge, and how it roared when flooded. And I recalled visiting my brother in Henry County as a boy, and how the creeks swelled after the rain. I’d played on these creek beds, surveying the large rocks from rain to rain; amazed at the distance the water would push them down stream. The small wooden bridge stood several feet off the creek that ran down the holler to the larger creek bed below. Now the raging water lapped at the timbers, I didn’t dare get too close fearing being swept downstream bridge and all! The water is flowing into the creek below now swollen; filling the creek bed three or feet deep and twenty feet wide. Flowing to the next creek and it into the Ohio, it into the Mississippi, and then lost to the Gulf.
I’m standing knee deep in the salt water lapping the sands beneath my feet. Small waves crash only disturbing the sands beneath, making my feet sink deeper as though in quick sand. This is the Gulf and I wonder from where it all comes. Once again I’m a small boy standing a safe distance from the little wooden bridge, scared of being swept away. Years and miles separate us.
Traditional, as in that which does not change.
Well it seems there may be a pink dulcimore in the works! This past March at the OVG (Ohio Valley Gathering) a young man stopped at my vending table and stared at my purple dulcimore. After a few moments he asked, “Would you make a pink one?” and without a thought I responded yes without realizing his need for one. He told me about his mothers lost battle with breast cancer and his thoughts of raising money on one of the accredited web sites that do fund raising on line and the pink dulcimore as the item to raffle off. I gave him my card and have never heard back from him. :(
Fast forward to this past week end and my wife ask if I can play for a cancer walk next March; some folks she knows who do this Breast Cancer Fundraiser each year have asked. Why not look into it and see who else I can get on board? I have a breast cancer survivor acquaintance on line who I’m sure will help if she can and will be able to gather up more folks! Friday at the grocery I’ll pick up some pink Rit dye and start experimenting on some poplar wood. I had thought it through before and had decided on a “Betty” with hickory fret board overlay and zither pins. The back will have a two tone pink ribbon on the lower bout.
I didn’t hear anything on the news about this past week end, so it must all be in my head. In our circles it is said if you don’t have pictures then it never happened, well I have pictures and video too! The second Homer Ledford Festival went down without a glitch thanks to our beloved Dana McCall at the helm. Folks from all over traveled to Winchester Kentucky for a visit. Dana invited the best talent in the dulcimer world, from Stephen Seifert to Don Pedi and many more. We jammed late Friday night in the gym, got up early and taught classes all day. A young lady shared her Thomas dulcimore that had been in her family since Elijah Hicks bought it from Uncle Ed for his daughter. We all do a little vending so we had to tear down the tables and the like to get ready for the concert. Once complete I drove back to the hotel room and rested for a few minutes myself, I was starting to drag a little.
Back up and at em’ I drive to the Leed’s Theater in down town Winchester to help Bill Johnson with sound. This was my second visit to the Leed’s; I had been to the concert the year before but this was my first time back stage, and man was it fun. First up are Bill and his cohorts in Backroom Bluegrass Band, then Don Pedi, Robert Tincher, and Joe LaMay and Sherri Reese. I got to open the second set! I shared two original tunes, Faith, Hope and Love and Staples and Strings. I nearly choked on the verbal aspect of performing. My throat was dry from nerves. Heckling from Don Pedi’s roadie helped take the edge off a little. There were at least a hundred monologs I had prepared before hand but once on stage they all went blank, but preparation on the strumming paid off! My tunes, played my way, in my time, at ease in my own little world, doing what I love to do.
Martha and Cynthia had an incredible set, Dave Hass and John and Karen Keane work wonders on the stage and we finish with Stephen Seifert! And so another festival has come and gone. Images and video record memories of what is for some folks a once in a life time treat. (That will never be forgotten)
Thank you Dana, Homer Ledford Festival, Leeds and all involved!
My latest adventure is in the world of flue flutes. Wood or bamboo can be used; the techniques are a little different in the construction. What I find most extraordinary is the parallels that exist in the making of the dulcimore! When I learned to make a dulcimore I discovered the systematic curve in nearly all the tonal aspects. Well flutes are no different. Each key fall into a realm of dimensions that make or break the tone you are looking for. The key itself is stretching the dimension it lies in. Too much bottom will alter the top and vice versa. Find the balance and you have a wonderful flute.
The craft itself; that is the makers’ insights draw parallels. If you ask six traditional dulcimore makers why they do a specific task, you will get six different answers! The flute is made by the individual, and traits are maker specific to say the least. There may be similarities esthetically, but the tone and playability are very different. I’m still developing my understanding of the flue flute. My initial perspective was quite wrong. The dynamics are twofold. Not unlike the dulcimore VSL the flute keys are bound by the length of the sound wave. And, the diameter of the sound bore? Still figuring this one out.
I’ve not been in this adventure three years. My love of wood working and study of things dulcimore has not weaned. I’ve developed even more resolve in “how things should be in dulcimore”, and I’m unrepentant for it.
I’ve noticed in the vending booths a trend I can’t ignore. Young men maybe just out of college, with that look in their eye when they look to my dulcimores. They will pick them up and ask great questions, curious. I see the early stage of passion, or what might be, we really don’t know till they have one to take home with to play with for a while. I remember that stage in my life where I had more time than money to explore. Three hundred dollars might as well be three thousand dollars when it comes to what could be called extravagant spending. So they take a card with my information on it and wonder off into the sunset.
Last night lying in bed, I realized how many dulcimore in the just the past year I’ve given away and gifted. Why not loaners? Why not some sort of dulcimore mentoring program for young folks. How is the true folk tradition to survive unless we do as our forefathers did and take a hand in the propagation of the culture.
The traditional dulcimore has been made for nearly two hundred years. It did not cease to exist when the modern instrument took center stage. Individual craftsman as hobby have been making dulcimore a few at a time in regional pockets this whole time. Made for family and friends, they were gifted and sold when possible to a few interested. I found this folk tradition on the internet! I would like to share it personally, to yet again, a few interested folks. I very much would like to find young interested people and loan dulcimore for a said amount of time for them to explore. In that time if they excel, they keep their instrument or trade it in for a better or one more suited for their style of play. If they lose interest, they simply return it. If I’m going to gift dulcimore, I’d like to see they are going to folks who will truly play them, and I’m unrepentant for it.
Jean Ritchie is credited with introducing the dulcimer to the world. In New York they were thrilled to share their version of the instrument as well. The west coast being a competitive rival soon followed suit and in spectacular form redesigned it yet again. Soon there are folks from all over the world making and playing this new wonderful instrument invented in the lowly back woods towns of the Appalachia. Or are they? The instrument went by many names 150 or so years ago, none of which was “dulcimer”. It wasn’t until much later when folks from the big city came to study the local folks of the region did they translate the term “dulcimer” from the several dialect pronunciations of the word “dulcimore”. Interestingly enough, the term “folk” to me congers up the way we make things our own. When we meet a new friend George from Guatemala we are somehow compelled to pronounce it by the American George, instead of “horehea”. And so they did change the word to dulcimer and that was just the beginning of all the changes. You see to fully understand the American Dulcimore you must have an appreciation for the “dulcimore”. When folks from the revival made the dulcimer their own, they left very little behind. Even in the classification of the instrument, the original was referred to as “pre revival”, as if it could not have been without the revival instrument. (Isn’t it funny how educated folks like to use pomp and circumstance.) The way it was played was left behind with the exception of a handful of individuals, and about as many to make the traditional dulcimore. The revival instrument is chorded like a guitar, and the noter was abandon as being backward and elementary. Full guitar frets are used to accommodate the chording. The strings are off the shelf guitar strings, bass being wound giving an illusion of sustain as does the dual coarse melody strings. The finish is lacquer which looks wonderful but makes it very susceptible to temperature and moisture changes, so much for the modern dulcimer. We are all likely to imagine our perception of the dulcimore (or dulcimer) is somehow more correct than the next guy. I am no different. The dulcimore is one of three designs from three different regions. First my favorite, the traditional hour glass and tear drop shape. The shape doesn’t make a different instrument. The elliptical can be included with these, but usually is classified with the Galax as it has a different string method and some with a false bottom, and then there is the Tennessee Music Box. All are tuned with either zither pins or wooden friction pegs as they have been for hundreds of years. They use music string from whatever source they can. Fret staples are hand made from broom wire, brass safety pins or fence staples. The wood selected is primarily poplar because of its easy workability and incredible sound, yet other species are used too. Most were not finished and some were highly embellished and the rest somewhere in between.
I’ve been watching several you tube videos about tooth and scrub planes for quite a while now. Knocking the idea back and forth, the tooth plane seems so romantic somehow, but the scrub plane is the most suitable for the task of rough smoothing the panels I make. I was looking to buy a tooth plane iron for a number four I have two of and just smooth with the other. Then considered making a scrub from the Harbor Freight $10 Number 33? Then realized I really don’t need a tooth plane, and I have a spare iron for the number four so why not just grind it down to a scrub? So I did. After a few more videos from masters with highly specialized tools, I hand ground it down on my 5 inch bench grinder. Then proceeded to finish it with my whetstones, and polish with my strop. In less than an hour I have a 3 inch radius on the iron that will shave the hair on my arm! (Customary to individuals who sharpen tool irons and chisels) I still enjoy getting there.