The Journeyman – the Art of journey

The journeyman years (Wanderjahre; ‘hiking years’) refer to the tradition of setting out on travel for several years after completing apprenticeship as a craftsman. The tradition dates back to medieval times and is still alive in German-speaking countries and in France Compagnons du Tour de France.

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In the British Isles the tradition is lost and only the title journeyman itself remains as a reminder of the custom of young men travelling throughout the country.

In medieval times the apprentice was bound to his master for a number of years. He lived with the master as a member of the household, receiving most or all of his compensation in the form of food and lodging. An apprentice could not charge a fee for his day’s work (the French word journée refers to the time span of a day) in Germany it was normal, that the apprentice had to pay a fee (German: Lehrgeld) for his apprenticeship. After the years of apprenticeship (German: Lehrjahre, literally “teaching years”) the apprentice was absolved from his obligations (German: Freisprechung, “being declared free”). The guilds, however, would not allow a young craftsman without experience to be promoted to master – they could only choose to be employed, but many chose instead to roam about.

In parts of Europe, such as in later medieval Germany, spending time as a journeyman (Geselle, literally “companion”, or in France, compagnon, with the same meaning), moving from one town to another to gain experience of different workshops, became an important part of the training of an aspirant master. Carpenters in Germany have retained the tradition of travelling journeymen even today, although only a small minority still practise it.

In the Middle Ages, the number of years spent journeying differed by the craft. Only after half of the required journeyman years (German: Wanderjahre, literally “wandering years”) would the craftsman register with a guild for the right to be an apprentice master. After completing the journeyman years, he would settle in a workshop of the guild and after some more years (German: Mutjahre, literally “grit [courage] years”) he would be allowed to make his masterpiece (German: Meisterstück) and present it to the guild. With their consent he would be promoted to guild master and as such be allowed to open his own guild workshop in town.

The German “Walz”

The tradition of the journeyman years (German: auf der Walz sein) persisted well into the 1920s in German-speaking countries, but was set back by multiple events like Nazis allegedly banning the tradition, the postwar German economic boom making it seem too much of a burden, and in East Germany the lack of opportunities for work in an economic system based on Volkseigener Betrieb (public or civic owned business).

Beginning in the late 1980s, renewed interest in tradition in general together with economic changes (especially after the fall of the Berlin Wall) have caused the tradition to gain wider acceptance. The tradition was brought back to life mostly unchanged from the medieval concept since the journeyman brotherhoods never ceased to exist.

The journeyman brotherhoods had established a standard to ensure that wandering journeymen are not mistaken for tramps and vagabonds. The journeyman is required to be unmarried, childless and debt-free – so that the journeyman years will not be taken as a chance to run away from social obligations. In modern times the brotherhoods often require a police clearance. Additionally, journeymen are required to wear a specific uniform (German: Kluft) and to present themselves in a clean and friendly manner in public. This helps them to find shelter for the night and a ride to the next town.

A travelling book (German: Wanderbuch) was given to the journeyman and in each new town, he would go to the town office asking for a stamp. This qualifies both as a record of his journey and also replaces the residence registration that would otherwise be required. In contemporary brotherhoods the “Walz” is required to last at least three years and one day (sometimes two years and one day). During the journeyman years the wanderer is not allowed to return within a perimeter of 50 km of his home town, except in specific emergency situations, such as the impending death of an immediate relative.

At the beginning of the journey, the wanderer takes only a small, fixed sum of money with him (exactly five Deutschmarks was common, now five Euros); at its end, he should come home with exactly the same sum of money in his pocket. Thus, he is supposed neither to squander money nor to store up any riches during the journey, which should be undertaken only for the experience.

There are secret signs, such as specific, involved handshakes, that German carpenters traditionally use to identify each other. They are taught to the beginning journeyman before he leaves. This is another traditional method to protect the trade against impostors. While less necessary in an age of telephones, identity cards and official diplomas, the signs are still retained as a tradition. Teaching them to anybody who has not successfully completed a carpenter apprenticeship is still considered very wrong, even though it is no longer a punishable crime today.

As of 2005 there were 600 to 800 journeymen “on the Walz”, either associated with a brotherhood or running free. While the great majority are still male, young women are no longer unheard-of on the Walz today.

Journeyman uniform in Germany

Journeymen can be easily recognised on the street by their clothing. The carpenter’s black hat has a broad brim; some professions use a black stovepipe hat or a cocked hat. The carpenters wear black bell-bottoms and a waistcoat and carry the Stenz, which is a traditional curled hiking pole. Since many professions have since converted to the uniform of the carpenters, many people in Germany believe that only carpenters go journeying, which is untrue – since the carpenter’s uniform is best known and well received, it simply eases the journey.

The uniform is completed with a golden earring and golden bracelets – which could be sold in hard times and in the Middle Ages could be used to pay the gravedigger if any wanderer should die on his journey. The journeyman carries his belongings in a leather backpack called the Felleisen, but some medieval towns banned those (for the fleas in them) so that many journeyman used a coarse cloth to wrap up their belongings.

The traveler books or Wanderbücher are an important research source which show migration paths in the early period of industrialisation in Europe. Journeymen’s paths often show boundaries of language and religion that hindered travel of craftsmen “on the Walz”.

The following people are known to have completed the traditional journeyman years:

  • August Bebel (turner) – founder of the Social Democratic Party of Germany
  • Jakob Böhme (shoemaker) – mystic and Christian philosopher
  • Albrecht Dürer (German painter)
  • Friedrich Ebert (saddlemaker) – first president of the Weimar Republic
  • Adam Opel (mechanic) – maker of sewing machines and bicycles, later a car maker (‘Opel’ cars in Germany are ‘Vauxhall’ in the UK)
  • Wilhelm Pieck (carpenter) – first president of the GDR

(from Wikipedia: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Journeyman_years)

When I grew up in Germany, I remember occasionally seeing men dressed in flared black trousers, white long sleeved shirts with a black vest, gold buttons and a hat, carrying ‘backpacks’ and a wooden stick with them. They seemed somewhat out of place in a modern city landscape a midst all those city dwellers.

When I inquired my mum explained to me the ‘concept’ of the journeyman; which I thought sounded like the most exciting adventurous thing you could possibly do!

Today, with crafts and manual skills rapidly disappearing or being outsourced to machines, computers and algorithms-the concept of the journeyman may somehow seem to be obsolete.

…yet in a way during medieval times ‘journeymen’ may have been the medium of carrying messages, information, knowledge, and skills from one location to the next- like an analogue or physical world wide web, and those ‘diaries’ must be surely insightful documentation of that experience. Just better in regards to the quality  of the message-knowledge as opposed to information only (statistics, data, statements)- as this was not only exchanged and perceived by verbal, written and visual actions- but through the physical shaping, making, repairing, fixing of physical objects, structures in exchange for food, shelter, and company.

Just a simple but direct exchange of activity (or energy) – no money or commodities and burning of natural resources required – a sustainable and community engaged journey of applying human ingenuity, experience, and manual skills for moving forward, shaping and determining ones own future path .

An interesting alternative to our modern dependency on ‘objects’, regulations, laws, restrictions, infrastructure and chase to reach destinations like data points.

Maybe everyone should have the opportunity of being a journeymen/woman for a time during their life…

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Experiment #14 WATERMEETS

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…share your meeting with water….

Denise’s diary of her journey to EAFS

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images of my journey to EAFS 2015 – as far as the eye
can see.

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Air

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Water

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Fire

My boxes: I made 4, one for each element –
earth, air, fire and water – containing curious and beautiful objects
and alluding loosely to some participating artists and their projects.

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and this was Earth and its contents connected to the sensing life
workshop guide by Bill Coleman, a choreographer from Canada, who likes
to tap-dance.

River of Fire

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Hi Steph, Sorry i didn’t meet you at least I don’t think I did? I was cooking all day both days, I would like to share my experience of the River of Fire project. My experience of the weekend was one of wonderment and joy, it was amazing not to have to deal with money!

DSC_6289We built our mud oven and ‘River of Fire’ with the help of the EAFS travellers. People drifted by and got involved. From Wednesday right through to Monday they were mixing mud, building the oven, chopping wood, grinding grain, making pizzas, cooking fish, donating food, cooking food, and on Monday demolishing the structures and returning the land as we found it.

All the time we worked there was chatter and laughter, stories of where they had been, where they are going, of lives they lived. People who had battled up through the waters of the Nith to get there, girls from Korea studying Arts Festivals, a wizard from USA, dancers from Canada, builders from Thornhill, woodworkers from Glasgow, the local policeman and the ambulance crew, everyone got involved. We made sure everyone was fed. We ate baked potatoes, corn on the cob, baked bananas stuffed with chocolate. We cooked bream, sea bass baked in a salt crust, mackerel, trout, lobster, scallops wrapped in bacon, wild salmon, all brought from our local seas and rivers and cooked in the oven made from mud from the 11 main  D&G waterways that flow into the Solway. The confluence of river muds baked into an oven, nurtured and fed the travellers.

They went off and came back for more food with tales of what they had seen. They told of unicorns, marauding horseman, of magic prophetic water, of fairies and hidden treasure. They had tales of wandering singers and marble tombs, of beautiful violin music in the castle, of strands of angel music drifting through the early morning mists.

At night the fires flickered all around us and the murmurations of conversation floated through the night air.  We lit our ‘River of Fire’ and the big fish swam up current and disappeared into the dark. We howled at the moon and all was well.

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Jools Cox  artist with food

 

…share your experience of the ‘River of Fire’ under page ‘River of Fire’

Irgendwie irgendwo irgendwann; Nena

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oas5nAlfrwg

During friday to saturday night, not quite sure what time it was maybe between 1 or 2 in the morning, I woke up in my tent to someone singing this song.

A beautiful moment of randomness, for the last thing I expected camping near a 14th Century Castle in Dumfries, Scotland was the rendition of a German classic from the 80’s, a ‘movement’ and explosion of German Pop songs called ‘die Neue Deutsche Welle’.

The songs lyrics: ‘somehow, somewhere, sometime’

first line…

‘Im Sturz durch Raum und Zeit- Richtung Unendlichkeit – fliegen Motten in das Licht – genau wie Du und Ich –

irgendwie faengt irgendwann irgendwo die Zukunft an ich warte nicht mehr lang – Liebe wird aus Mut gemacht – denk nicht lange nach – wir fahrn auf Feuerraedern Richtung Zukunft durch die Nacht…

Gib mir die Hand, ich bau Dir ein Schloss aus Sand – irgendwie, irgendwo, irgendwann-

die Zeit ist reif, fuer ein bisschen Zaertlichkeit – irgendwie, irgendwo irgendwann…’

translation…(ish!):

Falling through time and space into infinity – like moth fly to the light…

somewhere, sometime, somehow the future begins – and I won’t wait much longer- Love is made from courage – don’t hesitate – we journey to the future through the night:

Hold my hand – I build you a castle made of sand – somehow, somewhere, sometime – the time is now to be kind somehow, somewhere, sometime…’

(sounds better in German…)

Made a lot of sense to me now- 31 years after I first heard it…

Thank you ‘stranger’, whoever you are for reminding me!