It promised to be an ordinary Saturday running the spinning wheel, albeit at a long-awaited museum opening, at Confederate Memorial Park. Mrs. Morgan and I rose early, roped off the cabin porch, set up the Great Wheel and went to work. Smile nice for the tourists.
And then behind me I heard "Somebody move that rope! Those girls are gonna want to see what I have! " And as I turned, I heard "Here, CATCH!"
Spinning through the air and into my hands came a prototype sample of the Spanish Moss Saddle Blanket that is slated to be introduced at the Cavalry Congress this summer. http://cavalrycongress.tripod.com/news_and_updates.htm
Rolling in my life with a smell of burning rubber from the tires of her powered wheel chair came the high energy weaver, Dawn Klug, who is one part of this well researched process.
The next hours were joyfully chaotic as we tried to do our duty to the tourists at hand, spinning at a wheel that requires my maximum concentration on a good day, never mind one when all I want to do is listen. We talked the fine points of gathering and retting the moss, how to speed that process, how to gin it without the proper equipment, what works with carding and spinning and what does not, how to adapt equipment.
We talked about the different pieces of the blankets we'd seen, how some were loom woven, and some were twined, the variance in plys and twists and color and, and, and,......
The tourists left. We missed dinner. The soldiers left. The staff was packing up and going home. We finally said to Bill Rambo " Look we know everybody's gone, but can we still camp here tonight?" The answer was yes, and we drove into town, grabbed a meal, closed down a restaurant----with Dawn and I speaking the obscure language of spinners and weavers as it relates to Spanish Moss, ( and me glancing at Betty every once in awhile and saying I'd explain later) or Betty and Dawn speaking the obscure language of horsewomen , tack and trappings as it relates to Spanish Moss( and Betty glancing at me and saying she'd explain later).
Somewhere along the way, we almost crawled into the museum case with the large fragment there ( I believe its Ken's ?), as it was a weave structure that Dawn had not seen, but matched the fragment I had.
I'm greatful beyond words that this project is underway on a scale that can enable there to be a decent number of these blankets on the field. I'd messed with it on and off for years, and simply did not have the proper equipment to handle such an undertaking on a large scale, and was slowly accumulating enough prepared fiber for one example.
Y'all fellers are gonna be really really really happy with this project.
And then behind me I heard "Somebody move that rope! Those girls are gonna want to see what I have! " And as I turned, I heard "Here, CATCH!"
Spinning through the air and into my hands came a prototype sample of the Spanish Moss Saddle Blanket that is slated to be introduced at the Cavalry Congress this summer. http://cavalrycongress.tripod.com/news_and_updates.htm
Rolling in my life with a smell of burning rubber from the tires of her powered wheel chair came the high energy weaver, Dawn Klug, who is one part of this well researched process.
The next hours were joyfully chaotic as we tried to do our duty to the tourists at hand, spinning at a wheel that requires my maximum concentration on a good day, never mind one when all I want to do is listen. We talked the fine points of gathering and retting the moss, how to speed that process, how to gin it without the proper equipment, what works with carding and spinning and what does not, how to adapt equipment.
We talked about the different pieces of the blankets we'd seen, how some were loom woven, and some were twined, the variance in plys and twists and color and, and, and,......
The tourists left. We missed dinner. The soldiers left. The staff was packing up and going home. We finally said to Bill Rambo " Look we know everybody's gone, but can we still camp here tonight?" The answer was yes, and we drove into town, grabbed a meal, closed down a restaurant----with Dawn and I speaking the obscure language of spinners and weavers as it relates to Spanish Moss, ( and me glancing at Betty every once in awhile and saying I'd explain later) or Betty and Dawn speaking the obscure language of horsewomen , tack and trappings as it relates to Spanish Moss( and Betty glancing at me and saying she'd explain later).
Somewhere along the way, we almost crawled into the museum case with the large fragment there ( I believe its Ken's ?), as it was a weave structure that Dawn had not seen, but matched the fragment I had.
I'm greatful beyond words that this project is underway on a scale that can enable there to be a decent number of these blankets on the field. I'd messed with it on and off for years, and simply did not have the proper equipment to handle such an undertaking on a large scale, and was slowly accumulating enough prepared fiber for one example.
Y'all fellers are gonna be really really really happy with this project.
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