re the big open fire. A piece of meat, for example, was suspended by
a chain from the mantelpiece and some member of the family was detailed
to whirl it round and round until it was roasted evenly and cooked
through. Now such an operation was a great nuisance, for no matter what
you wished to do you must keep your mind on that roast lest it burn on
one side and be ruined. If the mother of the house was washing dishes,
cooking, or taking care of the baby, she had to stop every few moments
and turn the meat around. And if she was too much occupied to do it,
like as not the father was routed out of his shop, and told to have an
eye on the beef.
"Willard himself may frequently have been forced to drop his tools and,
since his children were young and motherless, attend to this bothersome
duty. For fathers played a more intimate part in the homes of that
generation than they do now. At any rate he was certainly familiar with
the problems that entered into the cooking of the family dinner--just
how heavy and clumsy were the big, awkward clock-jacks imported from
England, how costly they were, and all. So he took the matter in hand
and invented a clock-jack that was much better than the imported one.
Not only did it spin the meat around when wound up, but it was enclosed
in a brass cover that kept in the heat and juices. It is probable that
the invention furnished inspiration for somebody else for presently the
covered tin baker made its appearance and Willard abandoned making
clock-jacks and turned his energy toward timekeepers instead."
"Do you mean to say he made his clocks at home?"
"At first he did. His house was a tiny dwelling, too. Just how he and
his many children contrived to find places to sleep is a mystery. Some
of the youngsters were tucked away in trundle beds, you may be sure. Out
behind the kitchen was a sort of woodshed, and it was in this primitive
location that Mr. Willard made his clocks."
"Not big clocks!"
"Yes, indeed."
"But I should think he would have been compelled to have more room."
"I fancy his quarters were not ideal and were pretty cramped. He could
have got on well enough had he been making shelf clocks that vibrated
only half-seconds, like those of Eli Terry; but he had given up making
those when he left Grafton. Therefore when it came to testing out his
big turret clocks, he had to cut a hole in the floor in order to give
their long pendulums room to swing."
"That was a stunt!"
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