Well, it started with my lovely Joe Jorgensen myrtlewood spinning wheel, which I bought from my spinning teacher. I’d always wanted a myrtlewood wheel and she wanted to sell hers. So. It became mine.
Then Ravelry happened. And through it, I learned of a few other owners of Jorgensen wheels. Joe Jorgensen was a man who, till he was quite elderly, made wonderful spinning wheels from myrtlewood. He stamped and numbered (thank goodness!) each one of his wheels. Joe had a shop in Grants Pass, Oregon, and I found out that his wheels were highly cherished by their owners.
I decided to start a group on Ravelry, where people who owned, admired, or lusted after Jorgensen wheels could get together. This has led to some wonderful friendships, support, and a real sense of community, and every once in awhile someone new who’s heard about us will join our little group. This has led to the discovery of more of Joe’s wheels. Our goal is to locate as many of Joe’s wheels as we can; a daunting task, because he made over 400 of them!
My wheel is #40. We have learned that Joe did something a little different to each one of his wheels, perhaps in the shape of the treadle, or a couple of decorations he added, or the turnings of the spokes. So far, mine seems to be the only one with double turnings on the spokes; I’m hoping we can find more of them.
Okay, so that’s the back story.
Someone posted in our Ravelry group that he has a friend with two Jorgensen wheels that she wanted to sell, and because she lives only about 45 minutes from me, I decided to go take a look at them. One of the goals in our group is to rescue and/or restore as many of these unique wheels as possible, so I really wanted to see them.
I asked Nolemana to come along with me, and off we went. When we got to the seller’s house, this is what we saw:
Well wowzie! I’d never seen a Jorgensen wheel with a distaff before (that’s the tall thing sticking up on the right end of the one in back). I was immediately very interested. J, the seller, had told me the day before that the wheels had been stored in a barn for over twenty years, and when she turned the first one over to show me that it really was a Jorgensen wheel, I could see the evidence of that.
The wheel was oh, so dirty; she’d warned me about that. The treadle wasn’t attached, and the mother of all was turned around backwards. But it looked structurally sound, with the exception of some small gaps in the drive wheel. This wheel was stamped #20.
The leather was stiff and old, the tension knob didn’t want to turn, the mother of all (that’s the piece that holds the flyer and the bobbin) didn’t want to stay put. There was no drive band on it and no connecting leather for the footman and treadle. And oh my goodness, the grime!
Nolemana started cleaning up a little bit to make sure that #20 could, in fact, be cleaned. In the meantime, I decided to see if I could get #32 to spin. I had to add a drive band (I’d brought along a box of supplies), but the flyer didn’t want to turn and it took a little bit to make that happen. And ho da HOT! 95 degrees that afternoon! But I managed to get everything working after a fashion. This wheel wasn’t nearly as dirty as #20.
The grain in the wood was lovely.
All the while this was going on, I was sending photos my Ravelry friend Miranda, who also owns a Jorgensen wheel and who knows a lot about wheel restoration. My thought was to maybe get these wheels, clean them up, and sell them (I sure don’t need three Jorgensen wheels!), but I didn’t want to make that investment if the wheels weren’t worth it. Miranda and I ultimately ended up on the phone, and after talking with her and then with Nolemana, I decided to get the wheels. Yep. Both of them.
The seller was getting upset as I was putting a drive band on #32 and trying to get it to spin. She just wanted to me buy the wheels and take them away. I didn’t want to spend all that money on wheels that couldn’t be restored, but the thing is that I didn’t want these wheels ending up in a barn again for another twenty years or more. I didn’t want them to be sold to someone who’d never use them or, perish the thought, turn them into planters! (Yes, it’s been known to happen.)
So in the end, I decided to chance it. Nolemana loaded them into our van, I paid J, and off we went. When we got them home, I took more photos.
More tomorrow. Can Mokihana get the wheels to spin well? At all? Wat wen happen????