Edmund's tutor was teaching him about the history of our colony today. It is very important for him to to receive the best education possible so that he can serve the king one day. Of course, it is also because he is my favorite (and only) boy.
However, when I dropped in, I heard the teacher talking about Jamestowne as if it was a separate country. What profanity! So, I walked in and dismissed his teacher for the day. Edmund, he thought he was done with his lessons! Knowing that discipline will get him far one day, I beat some sense into him and rid him of his rebellious nature. I then taught him the story of Jamestowne the proper way, a way that I am sure the king would look gladly upon.
We had a lengthy discussion about the wonderful strength and technology of the mother country. My son seemed particularly interested in barrels, and I, for one, was interested to tell him about the wonderful inventions of England. I was very proud to tell him that the barrel was made in our very own Nottingham, England.
I would say that barrels are probably the best invention brought to America. The people from the New World, cannot ever make something like this, that is for sure. The making of a barrel is a long proccess. First, the crude wood will have to be sawed into planks using another great invention from the Old World, the saw. And once the wood became smooth planks, the sides would be made smooth with a draw knife and then made into the perfect shape with a hollowing knife. The msking of the shapes of the wood planks of tge barrel all had to be eyed, so it took a lot of experience and training to know how to make a perfect barrel. Then it would all be fitted into two metal rings, which would then be hammered into place.
The most important thing about barrels, however, is how it is such an excellent tool to help make trade easier. Even the smallest child could easily push a barrel around, because of its circular shape. This makes it way easier to transport goods with then things like those square crates that are so often used in places elsewhere.
In my opinion, my son and I had an extremely engrossing conversation, and I decided to talk about some of England's other treasures, like the wonderful Church of England. We even got to talking about the Great Schism and how our new blessed church was ruled by His Majesty the King, not some Italian priest. I also told him about the greatest building in Jamestowne, the church. It was, in fact, one of the first building that were built.
In a proper English society, people go to church twice a day, and blasphemy is not tolerated. The church was the center of everybody's life.
My son listened to all of this with great curiosity. I know he will serve the king well one day.
God save the king.
It was my wife's birthday today, so I decided to personally go and buy her a necklace from James Craig's silversmith shop. I called for my manservant to help me dress up for this special occasion, after all, I am the face of the family. I wore my best wig, the new one that I got recently for 50 pounds. It is a finely powdered one, with a longish queue. I then donned a maroon waistcoat and a cravat made with materials from the Orient. Lastly, I put on my leather shoes hand polished by my manservant, and then I was ready to go.
I then traveled down Duke of Gloucester Street in my own horse-drawn carriage, smoking a pipe. I easily spotted the sign that hanged over the doorway of James Craig's silversmith shop. I arrived went in. The shop was filled with smoke and smelled of melting metal. There was a new map of the colonies in one corner, The caption read "America". I was shocked. Why would anyone ever suggest the colonies as "America"? We are still part of Great Britian, after all.
There were a few other people in front of me in the store, but as a member of the well-respected Randolph family, I had expected somebody to offer their services immediately, but nobody came. Growing impatient, I turned to Craig's apprentice.
"Hey you! Let me see some of your necklces for sale."
"Please wait here until my master serves the customes who were here before you, sir." came the reply.
I was taken aback. What disrespect!
"Do you know who I am?" I asked, angry.
"John Randolph, sir. The Tory. It is in the Gazette, sir." I read it. The article insulted me for my loyalist views and dependence on the good Lord Dunroe.
"Who wrote this?" I demanded.
"That I do not know, sir. It does not say on here, this was an anonymous suspicion." He answered, then walked away.
I stood there for awhile, still not used to this disrespect.
"Should we go to James Geddy Jr.'s shop, then, sir?" asked my manservant.
"No," I replied, "he is as much of a patriot as everyone else's is here. We'll just have to wait it out."
After some time, James Craig finally got around to us. I explained what I wanted to him, and he showed me his current collection. There were many different choices, but in the end I decided on a fancy necklace made with a piece of African gold with a piece of jade from the Orient. I paid him 45 pounds, a good price and I happily paid the money for the stamps on the wrapping paper for the necklace. It was, afterall, our duty to pay gratituity to the crown.
While I bought jewelry, my manservant ran an errand for the kitchen, since it was in need of a coffee pot. I gave him a few Spanish coins to melt and make the coffee pot out of. He then gave the couns to Mr. Craig to melt. When it was soft and bendable, he worked at as if it was clay, using his hands and a hammer to shape it into the shape of a coffee pot. Lastly, he carved in the Randolph family emblem for some extra money. To me, metalware is extremely important, for having lots of metalware is a way I could show my wealth. Afterall, I small spoon will be worth the average middling man's wages from a whole day. Taking the coffee pot and the mecklace, I left the shop.
Lord Dunroe needs to hear about the indecency with which Craig's apprentice treated me. I will definitely not tolerate anything of such.
God save the king.
My brother invited Ariana, the girls, Edmund and I over for supper today. I refused to let Edmund come, since I got him reading Pliny the Elder's work Natural History. It is a phenomenal book, and in order to be a smart gentleman, Edmund has to be able to read things in Latin. I do believe his tutor isn't being strict enough with him, so I told him to make Edmund stay in the library and read.
So the rest of us walked over to the red brick building to the right of our house, where we were greeted by Eve, Betty's slave. She told us that Peyton was returning from his plantation in Upper Virginia and would return in an hour our two. We were then escorted into the tea parlor to wait.
My favorite part of the huse is definitely the tea parlor. With the light shining in from the window tp one side of the room, it is the perfect place the drink tea and talk. But my most favorite part is the space above the fireplace, where there are a few china pots lined up against the wall. The chinas were all made in the Orient, and it shows the might and reach of the British Empire. All of the people who are calling for a Revolution are people who are unthankful of the protection and good things that our mother country has provided us with. The fireplace is also special. It shows off the might of the Randolph family. After all, my grandfather and namesake, Sir John Randolph, was the only American to ever be knighted by the king himself. Unlike most families, the embers of the fireplace is made of coal, not wood. And everyone knows that coal is way more expensive that wood.
After a while, Betty came out of her study to see us, and Eve brought a tray with cups on it. I thought it would have been tea, but it turned out that it was plain water. Knowing the opinions and beliefs of Peyton, I decided not to say anything just yet. Ariana made small talk with Betty while I read the newspaper. I was still fuming over yesterday's article.
Soon, Peyton got back, and his arrival was marked by the sound of horses stopping, carriage creaking and the footsteps of slaves rushing to open the door. Soon, another slave came in to escort us to the dining room and to escort the girls to a separate room to dine.
We all sat around the table, and Peyton said the graces. We then dined in on some of my favorite dishes, like apple dumplings and welsh rabbit. Peyton also invited a musician inmand he began playing a violin. I love music, and there is nothing better than dinner and good music. After we were done with our desserts, the ladies retreated to the parlor for some more talking and, I daresay, water instead of tea, and Peyton took me to his study. When we got there, I saw a copy of yesterday's gazette on the table. I immediately realized what was going on.
"John, you need to either pledge your allegiance to the continental army or return to Britain. You can't just stay here. The people know now!" He said to me when we got there.
"Peyton, we've had this conversation before, we owe more loyalty to the crown than to firebrands like Patrick Henry. I've already told you this." I answered.
"Look, John. I appreciate your integrity, but I will not allow you to stay here. There is a war going on, John," he said, "will you please return to England? It is for your own safety."
"Return I will, Peyton, and I have already planned it, that you need not to worry." I said.
The rest if the night we just made small talk. Peyton dared not to talk about politics, for he knew that it would just further the hostility between us. Although I only said that I will be going back to England to stop Peyton from worrying, I have myself seriously considered doing that, and I wonder if that would soon become my only option, though I am sure as the world's largest army, Britain would most surely win the war. I know we will win.
God save the king.