A spinning wheel was the source of a huge rift in my family for years. When my grandmother died, one of the first things we did was climb up to my great-grandmother's attic, dig that damn thing out, and hand it over to the uncle from Illinois. We knew that in the hands of that branch of the family, it would be restored and used for educational exhibits.
It was as simple as that. Peace. What a concept.
I've seen a spinning wheel in use at a Shaker town in Kentucky. There's a woman at the Foxfire Museum in Georgia who demonstrates a loom and sells her weavings. I bought some tea towels. It was all I could afford.
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Date: 2006-08-19 07:00 pm (UTC)It was as simple as that. Peace. What a concept.
I've seen a spinning wheel in use at a Shaker town in Kentucky. There's a woman at the Foxfire Museum in Georgia who demonstrates a loom and sells her weavings. I bought some tea towels. It was all I could afford.