October 9, 1631: Delia"s Garage
They had removed some of the production machines to the storage lot as a stopgap measure. Mr. Marcantonio had finished the last production machine they absolutely had to have, and they now had parts for several sewing machines. They had spent the entire time from when school let out trying to a.s.semble one. Now it was dinner time, and they still didn"t have a working sewing machine.
It was the same trouble they had been having from the beginning. Tolerances. The machined parts were acting as a centerline and the handmade parts could only vary from it so far. Mostly they fell within the limits, but if one part was off a little one way and another part was off in another way the combination meant that the sewing machine didn"t work. So they had to go through the parts, find ones that were off in complementary ways and fit them together. It was a painstaking and occasionally painful process. Replete with skinned knuckles, banged fingers and frustration.
October 11, 1631: Delia"s Garage
It worked. Five months of hard work, two afternoons, and about fifteen minutes of final a.s.sembly, and they had a sewing machine. The important thing was, in another couple of days they would have another; sewing machine production had finally started.
It was time to celebrate. There was a six pack of Coca-Cola that had been sitting in the Higgins pantry since the Ring of Fire and their icebox for the last week. It was about to get drunk.
Trent took over from Brent, and sewed another line of st.i.tches down the folded rag. He then carefully removed it from the machine. From the garage they danced through the kitchen, startling Liesel, and into the living room. They danced around Delia, waving the sewn rag like the flag of a defeated foe, and in a way it was.
David and Johan were in Rudolstadt talking with a supplier, and Sarah was watching Judy the Younger again. Sarah"s work could be done at home, and Judy the Younger was proving to be more of a help than the expected hindrance. Which surprised Sarah no end.
A phone call informed Sarah of the good news. She would call her parents. Other phone calls followed, to Mr. Marcantonio and Mr. Partow, to Mrs. Partow, to anyone in any way involved that could be reached by phone. Brent took the sewn cloth to show Ramona and the guards. By now there were ways to fairly rapidly get messages to people in Badenburg, Rudolstadt, and other nearby towns. It cost a few dollars and you had to know precisely where the person was. If you had a phone you could have the message which started with the local phone company charged to your phone bill. Which is precisely what Ramona did. She had realized that Karl was interested in the sewing machine project, and Karl was a responsible business man. He would know what to do.
David would have to wait until he got back from Rudolstadt to learn about the completed sewing machine.
By the time David got home, the party was in full swing. Most of the Grantville residents that were in any way involved with the sewing machine project were there. So was Karl Schmidt and his family, and a couple of other suppliers from Badenburg. They had come to see what their parts had made.
The guests circulated between the house proper and the garage. Delia had been the first to actually make something with the sewing machine. She professed to like her Singer better, hiding her pride in the accomplishment. She wasn"t really fooling anyone, but the hillbilly version of the stiff upper lip had its rules. Liesel didn"t make any such attempt. Liesel was not completely sure she trusted electricity. This could be used anywhere. All the guests had tried it, with Brent and Trent hovering nervously over them.
The Schmidt girls were entranced. Had they had their way, Higgins sewing machine model A serial number One would have been sold then and there. They did not have their way, however. Higgins A1 would never be sold-though in future years, some collectors would offer truly exorbitant sums trying to buy it.
Karl was, in his staid stolid way, rather entranced himself. He had seen the Singer work. He had known this was coming, but he had not seen the look on his youngest daughter"s face when something that would have taken her hours and would still not be done to her sisters" satisfaction was done neatly and evenly, in less than a minute.
There was definitely a market, but how were the tailors going to react? There were none present today. There were guild rules and there were laws about who could make clothes, but no rules about using machines to make clothing. Not yet, anyway. Karl got to meet several people he had wanted to meet for some time. The Wendells, and Dave Marcantonio especially. He needed to know things before he decided what to do.
Food had been cooked, and brought by guests. There was not nearly enough Coca-Cola for all the guests, so it stayed in the fridge. Beer and Kool-Aid were available though. Conversation flowed. Problems were brought up. The cost of the sewing machines was still very high. The value of the company had jumped sharply from what it had been just the day before. Legal questions about children running a company, that had seemed less important when it was a hobby in all but name, were asked. Where would sewing machines be sold? How would they be sold? Sarah Wendell held forth on the subjects of dealerships and "rent with an option to buy."
David Bartley wandered around the party, getting more and more worried as time went on. Aside from Mr. and Mrs. Wendell, there were some other members of the finance committee, and they were busy questioning whether children should be allowed to manage such a potentially valuable export. Mr. Schmidt was asking about the possibility of buying production machines from Mr. Marcantonio. Was he planning on going into compet.i.tion with them? With the completion of the first working sewing machine, they had reappeared on adult radar, and were in real danger of being shot out of the sky. For their own good, of course.
David didn"t trust the motives of those that expressed doubts children could run a company. It seemed to him that many of them were searching for ways to jump onto the gravy train now it looked like it was going to pull out of the station and actually go somewhere. Others appeared to resent their success in the face of adult wisdom.
October 12, 1631: Grantville High School
Sarah had bad news. "I"ve been checking into the laws regarding corporations. It is illegal in West Virginia for minors to be on the board of a corporation."
"But we"re not in West Virginia," insisted Brent. "We"re in Germany." He knew better, he was just upset.
"It doesn"t matter." Sarah shook her head. "Grantville corporate law is West Virginia corporate law without so much as a period changed. Maybe we should forget about incorporating."
"Maybe not," said David. That moved everyone"s stares from Sarah to him. "I was listening to some of the people at the party yesterday. They were worried about leaving the Higgins Sewing Machine Company in our hands. When we actually built a sewing machine, some of the grownups that were never too keen on the kids running a company started paying attention again. Incorporation may be a way to satisfy them, without having them take over. Sarah, are there any other jobs in a corporation that a minor can"t hold, like say Chief Engineer, CEO, CFO, any of that stuff?"
"I don"t think so. In fact there almost can"t be. What jobs there are in a corporation changes from corporation to corporation. How could they make it illegal when all the corporation had to do to get around the law is change the name of the job?"
"Is there a law against a minor owning stock or voting stock?"
"Not owning, I"m pretty sure. Voting I don"t know. I think it would be like other stuff kids own. Their parents could probably veto their selling it, and vote the stock for them, or maybe not. It could be something determined in the corporation"s bylaws. I can probably find out."
"We can incorporate and select the people on the board of directors, and the people that don"t like the idea of kids running a company can look and see that the board of directors is made up of responsible grownups. "We ain"t running things, just doing our jobs the way the board tells us to"." David grinned. "Of course, since the four of us and Grandma hold the biggest chunk of stock, we elect the board. Which will be Grandma, and a few other people. Maybe Mr. Marcantonio, and maybe your parents?"
"I don"t know," mused Trent, a bit dubiously. "Mom and Dad are all right, but they take their responsibilities really seriously. So far, they have looked at this as your Grandma"s company, with us helping out. We get the occasional lecture about listening to Mrs. Higgins, and the great opportunity she is giving us. I think they have sort of a.s.sumed she has been making the decisions right along."
"It"s the same with my parents," said Sarah. "There may even be some truth to it. She lets us make the decisions, but she is sorta there. You do the same thing, David. When we get into a fight, you start bringing up stuff that we"ve forgotten then. I don"t know, we"re agreeing again, and we have a plan."
This came as a revelation to David. He hadn"t realized the others knew what he was doing, and he hadn"t realized that Grandma was doing the same thing. He wasn"t sure he liked it.
Brent looked at David and started laughing. Then Trent and Sarah joined him. All this time, David had thought he was getting away with something, and all the time, the others had been letting him do it. "Anyway," David said as much to change the subject as anything, "now that we have a sewing machine, what do we do with it? And the next one, and the one after that. How do we sell them?"
"Rent with an option to buy," said Sarah. "Layaway, and in-store credit, first in nearby towns, then through dealerships. If someone wants to pay cash up front we"ll take it, but I don"t expect that to happen often. They are just too expensive. I figure we"re gonna have to charge about four months wages for a journeyman tailor for each machine, or more. I don"t think we"ll sell many in Grantville. The big plus for our sewing machines is they don"t need electricity, that"s no big deal here."
"What about the laws restricting who can sew what?" asked Trent.
"Not our problem. If someone wants to buy or rent one, we a.s.sume that they are only going to use it to sew in legal ways. Stupid laws anyway."
"I don"t know," said David. Then, seeing Sarah"s look, he held up his hands before him; fingers in the sign of the Cross, as if to ward off a vampire. "Not about the "stupid law" part. About the "not our problem" part. I figure the tailors" guilds will do everything they can to make it our problem. Making clothing is big business. It employs a lot of people. Some of them are going to lose their jobs. A lot of them, actually. As best as I can tell, it seems to take about a man-week to make one set of clothing. Most of that six-day week is spent just sewing the seams. That is one tailor fully employed for every fifty-two men. For one suit of clothes per-year per-man. It"s less than that, but that"s because most people don"t get a new set of clothing every year. More like every two or three years. I"ve been talking to some of the German girls."
That announcement brought "Woo Hoos" from the guys and a haughty sniff from Sarah.
"About their hope chests," corrected David, which only made it worse. "About the sewing in their hope chests."
David tried again to get the conversation back on track. "That"s mostly what"s in them, you know. Clothing, blankets, bed linen, sewn stuff that they take years making, and it"s not because cloth is so expensive. Well, not mostly. Mostly, it"s because it takes years to sew the stuff. The women will love the sewing machines, but the tailors won"t. Have any of you guys had a run-in with Hans Jorgensen?"
That bought the guffaws to a halt.
They had indeed had run-ins with Hans. In most ways, Hans was a standard down-timer kid trying his best to a.s.similate, but Hans hated sewing machines and sewing machine makers. It was a fairly convenient hate. He had no direct contact with sewing machines and there were only four sewing machine makers in Grantville, all teenagers. His father was a master tailor who was now reduced to working in the labor gangs because there was not enough work in the tailor shops. Why wasn"t there enough work in the tailor shops? Because the Americans had sewing machines, and aside from fitting and finishing, they didn"t need tailors. Clothing, for the moment, cost less in Grantville than it did anywhere else in Europe. The difference between the cost of the fabric in a suit of clothing and the price a tailor could get for a finished suit of clothing was not enough to pay for the labor of the tailor-not without a sewing machine, and Hans" father didn"t have one. Also, as the cost of sewing had gone down, the demand for new cloth had gone up and so had its price.
"I know, Hans is an A-Hole," David continued, "but I feel a bit sorry for him. He was an apprentice tailor before his village got trashed, worked for his father. They get to the haven of Grantville, and find out that all the sewing machines are rented, and no one is hiring tailors. His dad is in a general labor gang, and Hans goes to school, and what is everyone in school talking about? A bunch of kids making sure that he will never be able to do the work his dad had taught him to do.
"Now that we"re up and running, housewives all over Germany will bless the name of Higgins, but tailors will hate our guts. I figure that there is about one tailor for every two hundred people in Germany, and right now, every one of them is needed. Once the sewing machine becomes common, it will be one tailor for every thousand or less. So, in towns where the tailors" guild is strong, we"re liable to see laws against sewing machines."
October 13, 1631: Delia Higgins" House
Delia had talked to Dave Marcantonio and Fletcher Wendell, and been lectured by Quinton Underwood. The storage lot was a real waste of resources. Ray had insisted on shed-sized steel containers instead of sheds when they had set up the storage lot. They were more expensive, but with the thick enamel paint they were a maintenance dream. They were also made of great big corrugated steel plates an eighth-inch thick. Grantville needed the steel.
No one was going to just seize them, true. Quinton Underwood gave the impression he"d like to, but that was just Quinton being his usual bossy self. Delia would be paid, and paid a fair price-more than they had originally paid for them. Plenty to put in wooden sheds and make up for the lost rent. They wouldn"t force her to sell if she didn"t want to. But they were right, Grantville needed the metal.
They were right about something else, too. Grantville didn"t really need rows of little sheds for people to store their excess junk. What was really needed was industrial warehousing, big buildings, where raw materials could be stored for later use, and finished products for later sale. The amount of s.p.a.ce that Dave and Fletcher were talking about would cost more than storage sheds to build, a lot more, but it would be worth more too. To her and to Grantville.
It meant the rest of the dolls, or at least most of them, and maybe a bank loan to cover the difference. Fletcher said she could probably get a bank loan to cover the whole thing, but the monthly payment would be a killer. She would be much more likely to go broke if anything went wrong. Besides, Dan Frost had talked to her about the danger of keeping her dolls in the house when everyone knew she had the collection.
Delia knew it was the best course, but the dolls were committed. She had promised them to the kids if they were needed, and they might be yet, in spite of the fact that they were in production now. She almost dropped the idea without mentioning it. But Fletcher Wendell would probably tell Sarah and Dave would tell Kent, who would tell Brent and Trent. She hadn"t asked anyone to keep the discussions secret. If she didn"t bring it up, the kids would worry about it.
"You"ve all heard about the storage containers?"
The kids nodded. Delia told them about the possible warehouse, and what it would cost to build. Significantly more than had been invested in the sewing machine company. How long it would take. The rest of the winter and most of the spring. Even if she got use of some of the construction equipment. She told them that she could probably get a loan to cover the whole amount, but the more she could put in up front, the better it would work. "But don"t worry, I won"t use the dolls, they are promised to you."
Brent, Trent and David looked at Sarah. Sarah was the CFO, and incorporating was her plan.