Three Pie Plates and a Civil War Era Mystery

 

I’ve been dying to show you all these beautiful old pie plates we found recently. They were resting on a beam above the ceiling of a bedroom in our house. The house was built in 1749 and is thought to be one of the first farmhouses in my town of Stonington, CT. Like many very old houses, it’s been added onto over the years. Still, it’s a little old Cape Cod style home which once was a sheep farm, then a Christmas tree farm, now home to a boat builder and his poet wife. My husband Bill is one of a dwindling breed. He and the ten other men who work at his shop restore old wooden boats. It takes decades to learn to do what they do. Imagine building furniture which must fit a hull’s swoop and curves so perfectly that it can function well in years of rough seas.

We have a saying at our house: if it’s food, Leslie can cook it; if it’s wood, Bill can fix it.

Last week, Bill turned his attention to an upstairs bedroom whose 5’ 6” ceiling has made it unusable since we’ve been here. After a few weeks of knuckle-knocking inside the room and looking at the way the roof had settled from the outside, Bill put on a dust mask and took a sledgehammer to the ceiling. Three hours of godawful pounding, waves of dust and who-knows-what roiling down the stairs and he was done. There stretched the original beams, and above them, glorious roofers two feet wide. Some very large trees were used to build this house. There’d been a flash and clatter as the lath came down. Bill pulled from the rubble the three pie places in the photo. They’d been resting on a beam since just after the Civil war, very likely the forgotten containers of some man’s lunch as he’d built a dormer on the second story. Why do we think the plates are so old? Because pasted to the roofers are three pen-and-ink drawings: General Jos. Mansfield, “who perished in battle at Sharpsburg, MD”, and two battle scenes between the Union and Confederates.  

The pie plates are made of stamped steel, available at the time of the Civil war. Over the last 150-odd years, they’ve rested in the dark space between roof and ceiling, collecting rust, holding a story the leads me to the edge of my imagination. What kinds of pies did he eat that day? Apple from the trees in the field? Savory pies filled with bits of leftover lamb and potatoes? Did he leave them there by accident, or like the three drawings, did he hope they’d be found by someone in a future that strained the limits of his imagination?

If there’s pie, there’s pie filling, no? That will come, oozy and tart, in tomorrow’s post.

 

Comments

[Laura Orem]

Oh, I wonder what could it have been? Maybe the little plates were savory for his lunch, and the big one was apple or something he could share with his co-workers.
So cool!

[Amy Greacen]

Dude... wait a sec. SWISS CHARD???

[Gail Scholan]

I love it....perhaps they were left by some naughty child who hid in the attic and ate the food then left the pans to not be found (at least not for a hundred or so years)Mom

[Leslie McGrath]

I think the little pie plates (only 3 inches in diameter) were for savories too.

Yeas-- I love Swiss chard so much I'd marry it. I'm trying to grow some in my rocky little garden.

[Sarah G.]

How will you clean the pie plates?

[Mari]

Leslie, I love Swiss chard, too. It's wonderful sautéed with garlic and olive oil, tossed with a bit of fresh pasta. You have excellent taste, my friend... and these posts of yours are delicious.

[Stephanie Brown]

This is really fascinating and a beautiful piece of writing about craft and discovery through work.