The Higgins estate itself was divided into two parts. One was fenced with a kind of heavy gauge wire fence held up with what appeared to be metal bars. Along the top were strands of a different wire with spikes on it. There was a gate made in a similar manner that was open, and a smallish boxlike building next to the gate that looked like it might be made of painted metal, or perhaps the plastic he had heard about. Farther back, he could see rows of really small buildings: flat topped boxes set side by side, each no larger then a largish outhouse. They too might be made of metal, or perhaps plastic.
The other section had a more familiar, but still somewhat strange house on it. They appeared to have built out, rather than up. It was a single story, with an attic that he wouldn"t put a servant in. The roof was flatter than it should have been. From the extension of road that led to the large door, and the APC parked in front of it, one section of the house was for storing APCs. Why wasn"t the APC in the room that was clearly designed for it? Was there another APC in it, or was it being used for something else?
There were too many windows and those windows were too large. The more he looked, the stranger it got. The place was short, no more then ten feet from the ground to the eaves. On a day like today, with no airs.p.a.ce, it must be stifling in there. They seemed no more concerned with winter than summer. He could see no chimney, just a little pipe sticking out of the roof.
He sat his horse for a little while, mopped his brow, and thought it out. He finally decided that, since this was a matter of business, he should go to what appeared to be the business part of the estate.
Ramona Higgins had, after her initial start, let the whole Ring of Fire mess sort of slide by. She was fairly good at that, having had quite a bit of practice. Her way of dealing with a world full of complexities that she couldn"t quite manage had always been to let them slide by while concentrating on those matters she could handle. Her self-image had never been all that strong, and it was primarily based on what others wanted from her. She wasn"t lazy, just easily confused. If what people wanted from her was something Ramona could readily supply, she felt good about herself and liked the person. If not, she felt bad about herself and didn"t. The exceptions to that unconscious rule were few and far between: her mother and her sons were about all. But Mom and the boys went to some trouble not to ask things of her she could not readily provide.
From her mid-teens, in addition to a willingness to work hard at anything that didn"t confuse her, the other thing that Ramona could provide was s.e.x. She had a tendency to like guys better than girls. She was a moderately attractive woman in her late thirties. There were some lines, but not all that many, nor all that deep. Her figure, by modern standards, floated between lush and overweight. She fully filled her bra, her hair was sandy brown or dirty blond depending on who you asked, and the lighting at the moment. She had good teeth, no pockmarks, and clear light blue eyes.
In short, by the standards of the sixteen-thirties, she was stunningly attractive.
Karl was stunned, not just by her, but also by the environment. When he entered the mobile home that served as an office, it was cool. Karl had never experienced air-conditioning. What was actually Ramona"s nervousness at dealing with a down-timer, seemed to him the very epitome of feminine modesty and deferential courtesy. Everything seemed almost magical in nature. He had wandered into a fairy tale, complete with fairy princess. With some difficulty, because he spoke only limited English and she spoke virtually no German, it was determined that the Higgins Sewing Machine Company was handled by her mother; a.s.sisted, so Ramona chose to see it, by her son. The place he needed was the main house.
Karl did something then that the solid staid man hadn"t done since he was in his twenties. He kissed a lady"s hand. She blushed quite prettily.
Karl was not a particularly handsome man, but he was big and strong, and had a certain presence. At least it seemed that way to Ramona. Perhaps it was the unlikely combination of the big, almost ugly man, the polite formality, and the kissing of her hand, but he seemed quite charming.
August 12, 1631: Delia Higgins" House
Karl didn"t seem all that charming to Delia. Since the Ring of Fire, strange large men on horseback were not calculated to make her comfortable. Still, when it was made clear that this had to do with the sewing machines, she called Johan. David and Donny were with Brent and Trent, at Dave Marcantonio"s shop, while Sarah was watching her little sister at home. So it was left to Delia, with the help of Johan, to deal with Karl.
Her att.i.tude remained reserved. Partly it was because Karl Schmidt seemed wrong to her: shifty and hard at the same time. She didn"t realize it, but in a number of important ways he seemed, and was, much like Quinton Underwood, and more than a little like Delia Higgins. They talked about the sewing machine factory. Karl picked up on the what"s and the why"s of it all more readily than she had. Not the mechanics, since he got to see the sewing machine working but not disa.s.sembled; still, he got the part about machines to make machines quite readily.
What he didn"t get, was why they had to wait for the kids. It seemed to Karl that it was an excuse, a tool to manipulate him, probably to lower his prices.
It was some days later before a deal was made. The deal was made because the Schmidt family had the best shop for what the kids wanted. Not the only one, but the best. By the time the deal was made Karl was less sure that the kids were a ruse. They actually seemed to know what they were talking about.
August 12, 1631: Dave Marcantonio"s Shop
David Bartley, the proud uncle, watched Brent, Trent, their father, and Mr. Marcantonio-new daddies all-gathered around at the birth of their machines. Triplets, but not quite identical. David, as was appropriate for an uncle, was pleased, but not totally enraptured by the appropriate number of fingers and toes, or in this case gears, levers and cutting blades. Donny, on the other hand, was thrilled to be included.
The machines worked, but like many babies were just a bit cranky. There were places where the gears stuck, just a bit. It was hoped that with use they would smooth out. It would take some skill to use them. Not so much as Mr. Marcantonio had, nor so much as the down-time smiths had. These were finishing machines that took a blank provided by a down-time smith or foundry, and fined them up. Trent and Brent would be using them first, and for the moment they would stay in a corner of Mr. Marcantonio"s shop.
August 25, 1631:
After the initial burst of activity, things slowed to a snail"s pace as more urgent jobs claimed more and more of Dave Marcantonio"s time. He was fitting in parts of their machines wherever he could, but he didn"t have a lot of slack time. They were doing a lot better with the down-time contractors, in spite of the fact that they had to watch every cent, and bargain prices generally don"t go with fast delivery.
Still, money-wise they were doing better than expected. Mr. Marcantonio had the blanks he needed to make the next four of the production machines, and at about two-thirds of what they had expected to pay. They also had a small but respectable stock of down-timer made sewing machine parts, at better prices than expected. Partly this was due to Johan"s bargaining skills, but mostly it was because the down-time shops had been losing a lot of their normal business to the up-time shops, and they badly needed the work.
Sarah, and especially her parents, were worried about the situation. One of the dangers of introducing a lot of new products into an economy is that it can cause deflation that leads to a depression. Some of the merchants and many of the farming villages around the Ring of Fire were accepting American money, but not all of them. Without the American money, the sudden influx of goods and services could end up ruining everyone within fifty miles of the Ring of Fire.
Which was why they were getting their parts for such low prices. The craft shops in the area were desperate for business, any business. The HSMC"s money was buying more than it should have been.
August 27, 1631: Delia Higgins" Garage
"It"s still good," said Brent, as they fiddled with one of the five partially completed sewing machines, "it"s only about an eighth of an inch shallow."
"I don"t know," said Trent. "If the catcher is an eighth of an inch off the other way it"ll jam." The catcher was the twins" term for a device that hooked the thread and pulled it around the bobbin every other st.i.tch. Unfortunately, several of the parts to the bobbin a.s.sembly were still waiting on finishing machines to come out of Mr. Marcantonio"s shop. So, while the needles went up and down, and the "thread puller" pulled the thread at the right time as far as the boys could tell, they were still some distance from actually sewing a single st.i.tch.
September 1, 1631: Grantville High School
"Hey, Brent. Do you really own a company?"
"What are you taking this year?"
"What"s this s.h.i.t about you owning a company?"
"Yea, they make sewing machines so they can have cloths for their dollies."
"Except, they ain"t actually made no sewing machines yet, and I hear they never will."
"I don"t know. I heard that Mr. Marcantonio said that they designed good machines, and that some of them are going to be used in shop cla.s.s." Which was the first Brent had heard about that.
The first day as a soph.o.m.ore in high school is supposed to be different from the first day as a freshman. Well, this was certainly different. People who would not talk to lowly freshmen when they were soph.o.m.ores and juniors, now as juniors and seniors, seemed quite willing to talk to lowly soph.o.m.ores, at least if those soph.o.m.ores owned a company. Others seemed to resent them for not staying in their place.
Then there were their cla.s.smates.
A significant percentage thought the whole thing was ridiculous. That Delia and the kids were wasting valuable resources that Grantville needed for other things. That they would never build a working sewing machine, and even if they did, why weren"t they using the money for something that mattered? Like weapons or reapers?
"I"ll tell you why," said one would-be wit. "Because no one would let the Bill Gates wannabes mess with something that mattered."
Sarah almost got in a fight over that one. "Baby Gates" was the first, but not the most popular of the nicknames the four got. The "sewing circle" was the favorite. Then there was the rather convoluted "Barbershop quartet," based on the notion that they were four would-be "singers."
They found a similar range of att.i.tudes, mostly without the name calling, among the teachers. Some were enthusiastic, some concerned, and some sarcastic.
All in all, the change in status made it a difficult and confusing first day, to be followed by a difficult and confusing first week. All of the "Sewing Circle" had some heavy-duty adjustments to make. Over the summer they had been less involved in high school stuff than most of the kids in Grantville. They had after all, been rather busy.
"This too shall pa.s.s," and it did. There was altogether too much going on for any but the most obsessive to keep up the teasing for long. It rapidly became just one more thing among many that the soph.o.m.ores in Grantville High concerned themselves with. There were discussions about the army, about the future of Grantville, and about the German immigrants. Then there were the German students. Who had their own att.i.tudes and beliefs.
The German students were, for the first few weeks, reluctant to put themselves forward. Partly this was because of the language barrier, but not entirely. They also felt a status difference. The up-timers were rich, with rich parents, and the down-timers were refugees. Don"t give offense, study hard, and make friends. These instructions, often contradictory in practice, were impressed on the down-timer kids by their parents, all too often using a belt or a rod to reinforce the point.
Their att.i.tude toward the "Sewing Circle" was somewhat different. To them, the important point was not whether the sewing machine company would actually succeed. That wasn"t unimportant, but the really important point was that the "Sewing Circle" had parents who could afford to start them in a business. Granted, all the up-timers were rich, but there"s rich, and then there"s rich.
Since Delia Higgins was the backer of the enterprise, this att.i.tude focused on David.
Short and skinny for his age, David Bartley had never been one of the popular kids among the up-timers. Mostly, he still wasn"t. But among the down-timers he was very popular-especially with the down-timer girls.
The down-time girls took a pragmatic view of romance. David, Brent and Trent-but especially David-looked like they might be wealthy enough to marry years before most other boys in school. Not that the girls were looking to marry right away, but the period between p.u.b.erty and satisfaction was uncomfortably long for a tailor"s daughter.
Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, David didn"t really know how to handle the situation.
September 10, 1631: Delia Higgins" House
There were extra guests for dinner at Delia Higgins" house the night of the first TV broadcast. Ramona had invited Karl Schmidt and his family. They had been seeing each other since mid-August. Not every day, but once a week or so, Karl would bring in a load of parts and Ramona would take the afternoon off.
Delia was slightly concerned. David wasn"t, not anymore. Acculturation works both ways and it works faster on kids. Johan had been acculturating David right along. Besides, it wasn"t that much of a jump really, just putting it in terms appropriate to the time. David had had a conversation with Master Schmidt. Ramona Higgins was a lady of high station, with a family that would take it very badly if she were treated with a lack of respect. Normally such comments from a boy just turned fifteen might be ignored. In this case, however, Johan was sitting a few feet away cleaning a double-barreled shotgun and adding translation and mistranslation as needed. Besides, in the discussions about the sewing machine parts, David had gotten to know Karl a little bit. He was bigoted, but no more than most, and he wasn"t a user, unlike some of his mom"s previous men.
Karl had not been insulted, or particularly frightened. Just cautioned. After all, Young Master Bartley had not told him to stop seeing Ramona, simply to treat her with respect. It reaffirmed her status, without closing the door in his face. To Karl, the surprising thing was that the door was not closed. David had managed to come off like a young baron allowing a commoner to court his mother because that"s what his mother wanted.