Category Archives: History

Where Would We Be?

“When the power of love overcomes the love of power, the world will know peace.” Jimi Hendricks

This is a nation built on immigration.  Peoples who fled oppression, religious control, poverty, famine to build a life in “the new world.” Nearly all of us must say that either we or an ancestor from not too many generations back came to this country from another part of the world.  We are black, white, yellow, brown.  We are Christian, Muslim, Jewish, Buddhist, agnostic.  We have worked hard to build a nation that is strong.  A nation of diversity. A nation of respect.

We came in before and later under a statue that says on it’s base,

“Give me your tired, your poor,

Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,

The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.

Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,

I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

Emma Lazarus

 

It doesn’t matter where you are from, what color your skin, your religious preference or lack of one, we need to stop the hate mongering, the fear.  Your ancestors came here from abroad too, remember that.  We are Americans, but few of us are Native Americans. We need to re open that golden door.

Let us hold on to the rights that we have earned, let us work together toward tolerance, toward helping those who do not have the privilege and safety under which we live.

 

Education for all

This has been a great weekend spent in the beautiful Smithfield Plantation House, an 18th century museum home in our region.  The restored, furnished home was decorated with period decorations for the Christmas season by one of the local garden clubs.  All of the decorations were for sale or through silent auction at the conclusion of this weekend.  The event was the Holiday Teas event, a conclusion to the touring season for the home.  The weekend relied heavily on the volunteers, as the decorations, the baked goods for the teas, servers, the interpretative tours, musicians, and craftsmen were all volunteer efforts.

This weekend, I was in the house spinning.  Because the drawing room was the location for the musicians, the lace maker, and hemp rope maker were in the downstairs bedroom and I set up in the dining room.  Being in one of the first rooms visited, I was able to listen to the historian talk about the local history, the house history, the Preston family, and the furnishings.

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I had been very generously given a raw Dorset fleece by a friend and fellow Smithfield volunteer for me to work with.  I had never worked raw fleece before, so it was a learning opportunity for me too.

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I took a bag of the dirty raw fleece with me to demonstrate where the process starts.  A hemp fiber bag of locks that I had washed was also taken, the locks were hand carded as needed and made into rolags and spun.

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The room lit only by daylight through the two windows and with small electric candles for safety, I could only work until about 4:30 before it got too dark to see.  Many visitors there for the music or the teas stopped by to watch and listen to my discussion of the breeds, the fiber, and the process.  Today was cold and wet, but the visitors just kept coming.

We are so fortunate to have this home in our area and so many people who give of their time for the good of this venue.  I feel fortunate to have been given the chance to be a part of this educational and historical opportunity and look forward to help out during the private and school tours during the winter and again during the tour season beginning in April.