If I had my druthers.....

If I had my druthers the room at the end of the hallway would still be Charles' dressing-room-cum-small-workshop, but alas, that is not to be.....

And so today two of the sons and a son-in-law wriggled the loom out of the travel trailer where Charles and I had deposited it some years ago, put it in the back of Frank's pick-up and while I was at the church doing Bulletins for tomorrow's Palm Sunday service, they marched it up the back stairs and had it all assembled, even with the warp still on it and in good order when I got home.

Thank you so much, fellows....

 

I have a studio again!!!

 

The last entry in my weaving journal, written on July 1st, 2008. reads;

 

"Have given up Glimakra - it is at Sharons - not yet put together.  Still have the Le Clerc - it is in storage in the Quonset hut, but there is a spot for it in the trailer where most weaving equipment resides.

 

I am once again encouraged to weave by my inner self - the energy quotient is considerably less, but there are things I want to do while I still can.  Starting with the table loom (not the Dorothy) and all the silk blouses I have been saving.

 

Look up recipe for rag bags - (Ruth Blau's honeycomb) and start making silken strips''

 

I did do that, - the Le Clerc did make the trip from the Quonset Hut to the Trailer, 

and I did start to make small silk mats, but then we moved, and Charles' mobility reached the stage where he couldn't just slide into a pair of trousers and throw on a shirt and jacket, - it was instead a painful operation for him to dress, to put on socks and shoes, and he needed a place to call his own -

a cave where he could fiddle and sort and read and think

and one does what one must.

 

I know he would be pleased to see the Le Clerc in operation again.  He was such a part of the weaving operation, making sectional warp beams for both the Glimakra and the Le Clerc

and so many other creative additions to the looms and the weaving equipment. 

 

His dream was to make an automatic fly shuttle for the countermarche, but time flew by instead

and  the years weren't long enough to realize all the dreams.

 

I see him smiling at my pleasure today.

 

 

 

 

How lucky I was to be married sixty-seven years to such a lovely man!!