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Thursday, September 6, 2012

History of Bicycles


History of Bicycles-

Every morning I hop on my vintage Huffy bicycle and pedal to the fitness center in town. It’s a pretty ride with lots of farm fields and cows along the way. 

In the back story for my novella, An Ordinary Angel, the heroine Julianne, rode an early model bicycle through town, which caused her previous suitor to cease his courtship.

I did a bit of research to get a feel for the early history of the bicycle, which was called a velocipede at the time Julianne took her ride on the machine.

Some of the first sketches of a bicycle were made by the Italian artist and inventor Leonardo da Vinci. Crude two-wheeled vehicles propelled by the feet were popular as early as the second half of the 17th century.  In 1690 a Frenchman invented the célérifere, which consisted of a wooden beam to which the wheels were affixed. The vehicle had no handlebar; the rider sat on a cushion on the beam and propelled and steered the machine by pushing his or her feet along the ground.

The first working bicycle with a handlebar that pivoted on the frame, and enabled the front wheel to be turned, was designed by Baron Karl von Drais of Germany, in 1818. It had no pedals. He pushed himself along with his feet. Similar machines were soon developed with various improvements by inventors in France, Germany and Britain. These early versions came to be called velocipedes, from the Latin words for speed and walking.

In 1839, Kirkpatrick Macmillan, a Scottish blacksmith, added foot cranks, connected by rods to the rear wheels which allowed the rider to propel the machine with his feet off the ground.

 Later, in 1855, Ernest Michaux, of France, put rotating pedals on the front wheel of the velocipede.  The frame and wheels were made of wood. The tires were iron and the pedals were attached to the hub of the front, or driver wheel, which was slightly higher than the rear wheel.

This version was known as a boneshaker, because of its affect on the rider pedaling over rough roads or cobblestoned streets.  In 1869 solid rubber tires were mounted on steel rims and this new machine was the first to be patented under the modern name, bicycle.

In 1873, an English inventor, James Starley produced the first machine incorporating most of the features of the so-called ordinary, or high wheel bicycle. The front wheel of Starley’s bicycle was as much as three times larger in diameter than the rear wheel.

The first United States bicycles were produced after 1876 by Colonel Albert Pope of Massachusetts. They were ordinaries, with the high front wheel and a tiny rear wheel.  Few women rode due to the difficulty in mounting and riding them. They cost more than $300.00. Finally in 1885 the British introduced a bike which had equally sized tires and was driven by a chain. It was called the safety and soon replaced the ordinary, allowing women and children to take up riding in droves.

Twenty thousand people owned bicycles in 1882. That number expanded to over one million in 1893 as the entire nation fell in love with the sport.

 

 

Sources:

The writer’s Guide to Everyday Life in the 1800’s, by Marc McCutcheon, Writer’s Digest Books, Cincinnati, OH, 1993

The New Book of Knowledge, 1990 by Grolier Incorporated.

Funk & Wagnalls New Encyclopedia

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Union Santas











In researching the background for Terrel Lee Parker, the hero from my Christmas novella, An Ordinary Angel, I discovered that Terrel Lee was originally from Milledgeville, Georgia. Milledgeville was one of many towns within the path of Sherman’s famous “March to the Sea.” While Terrel Lee was away “fightin’ the Yankee vermin,” his family home was pillaged and destroyed.

That well known march from Kingston to Savannah, led by Major General William T. Sherman, was intended to break the backbone of the confederacy by destroying the factories, railroads and mills in order to hasten the end of the war. Arguing his case to General Grant and the military administration in Washington, Sherman declared, “Unless we can depopulate Georgia it is useless to occupy it, but the utter destruction of its roads, houses and people will cripple their military resources. I can make the march and make Georgia howl!”

From November 12 to December 22, Sherman led 53,923 infantry, 4,438 cavalry, and 1,718 artillery in four parallel columns on different roads, cutting a path of destruction 25 miles wide and over 300 miles long, and creating resentment so deep it still exists almost150 years later.

Sherman’s army occupied Savannah on December 21, 1864. The next day Sherman sent a dispatch to Fort Monroe to be telegraphed to President Lincoln, “I beg to present you as a Christmas gift the city of Savannah, with 150 heavy guns and plenty of ammunition, also about 25,000 bales of cotton.” The message reached the president on Christmas Eve.

But armies are made up of men, most of them good men who loved their families and only wanted to be home for Christmas.

On Christmas Day 1864, about 90 Michigan soldiers and their captain loaded several wagons full of food and other supplies. They rode into the ravaged countryside distributing the items to the destitute Southerners and brought a little bit of Christmas cheer to people who had no reason to celebrate. Grateful, the families thanked these unknown Union ‘Santa Clauses’ as the wagons pulled away under the power of mules that had tree-branch ‘antlers’ strapped to their heads.

An excerpt from AN ORDINARY ANGEL

“I don’t hate you, Terrel Lee.”
“You have apologized already, Miss Julianne.”
She sighed. There it was again, the stiff formality she had come to hate. From the other side of the room, he lifted a trap door and motioned for her to join him.
“Why don’t you have any family pictures?” she asked as she peered into the black hole of what was obviously a root cellar.
He heaved an exhausted sigh. Tiny lines of pain etched the chapped skin around his mouth and eyes. His lips were taut and slightly blue. “They were destroyed when General Sherman burned his way through Georgia.”
“What happened to them?”
“I just told you.”
“No, I mean what happened to your family?”
“Julianne, we don’t have time for this. The bank robbers will be here any minute.”
“Please, it’s important to me.”
He surrendered with a defeated sigh. “My family had a large cotton plantation outside of Milledgeville, Georgia. I was the youngest of five. My oldest brother, Beauregard, died of small pox while imprisoned at Camp Douglas in sixty-four. My sister, Emily Rose, died in child-birth, overworked and undernourished, her husband killed at Shiloh. James Robert, died from wounds he received at Cold Harbor. And Samantha Jane killed herself after she was cruelly violated by a loathsome piece of Yankee vermin durin’ Sherman’s march to the sea. My father was shot tryin’ to protect her.” Though what he said had to be painful, he delivered the information in an emotionless, monotone voice.
“I tried to keep things goin’ once I returned home, but the house had been burned to the ground, we owed money in taxes, and Yankee carpetbaggers were crawlin’ out from under every rock. After my mother finally succumbed to her broken heart, I sold what I could and moved out here to start again.”
Her gaze locked with his.
“Is there anythin’ more you wish to know?”


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Sources:
Christmas During the Civil War
By Walter Gable, Seneca County
The Civil War, A History
By Harry Hansen