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Sunday, March 1, 2026

Fabric, Stories, and Memories at The William Trent House

"The fabric of our lives," began historical re-enactor Leslie Bramett's brief talk about how we went from owning two outfits comprising of five items of clothing, to having closets and dressers overflowing with more items of clothing than we can count. Bramett's talk, "The Stories Fabrics Tell: an Illustrated History" was the keynote presentation in the greater "Fabric, Stories, and Memories" exhibition that opens next weekend at the 1719 William Trent House.

Bramett wore a Colonial-era dress she hand stitched, and brought three other dresses she made--all pink, all using different types of fabrics and styles to illustrate the points she made in her power presentation.

"The fabric of our lives" evokes the 1980s television commercial encouraging people to turn away from polyester and return to cotton. She said since she started wearing cotton for work, that when she wears synthetic materials they just don't feel right. 

Her presentation was neatly organized into four categories:

1) Functional

2) Status

3) Political

4) Artifact

Functional: in the 1600s clothes served a function. Everyone, even the most wealthy, had two outfits that they wore every day. One for work, and the other (if lucky) to wear to church on Sundays.

Status: Around the 18th century, fabric became tied to the economy. Cotton and linen were exported from the New World and sent to Britain to be turned into cloth, which was then sold to people in the New World. At the same time, people were traveling to other parts of the world and seeing what others were wearing.

Fabric became a status symbol. Rather than having plain fabric, printed material began to exist. The lower classes still wore solid colors (often in linen), the middle class citizens wore patterned cotton cloth, but the wealthy wanted something different. They wore silk fabric with patterns. After all in those days of slavery, labor was cheap so to show your wealth, you had to wear better fabric. This extended to your bedding, drapes, table cloths, and all fabric you needed.

Political: Laws were made to dictate what Black people could wear. Louisiana's Tignon Law of 1786 said women of color must cover their hair to suppress their beauty. South Carolina's 1735 Slave Code law specified that Blacks could only wear "Negro cloth," which was not as fine as what their owners wore. This law was ignored by the slaveholders who chose what their property would wear. She compared it to posted speed limit signs versus how we drive in New Jersey, some might obey but most don't.

Another interesting rabbit hole was that during the Revolutionary War era there were boycotts on buying fabric from Britain. Instead people spun their own fabric and made their own clothes as part of the Homespun Movement. Think of it as the original Buy in America movement started by women.

Artifacts: this was the most fascinating part of Bramett's discussion. She pointed out that very little fabric actually exists from the Colonial era, so how do historians like herself know so much about them? There are three ways: runaway ads, wills, and foundling homes. Each a little more distressing than the previous.

Runaway ads described not just the physical characteristics of the runaway slaves, but their attire, often in great detail. Remember, people did not have a lot of clothing in that time period.

Wills. Fabric was so valuable that everyone who had a will listed it in their wills. For the William Trent House they listed linens at a modern day value of $312. Linens were passed down to the the next generation. One man in the audience said he remembers helping his grandmother create quilts for each of the people in her family so they would have something from her when she passed.

Foundling homes. This was the most distressing way to learn about fabric patterns, but crucial to seeing actual pieces of fabric from bygone times. When a woman left her baby at a foundling home, she left the child with a piece of fabric from her dress and kept a piece. This was used to identify which child was hers. Though only 166 children were claimed out of the thousands left, in the age before fingerprint identification, this was crucial for identification. The Foundling Museum in the United Kingdom (formerly the Foundling Home) had an exhibit on children claimed. Somehow Bramett got through this portion of her talk without choking up, something she said she has been working on. This exhibit provided a "wealth of knowledge of fabrics of ordinary women." 

She noted that while the ordinary people were boycotting British (including Irish and Indian) goods, George Washington and the wealthy class were not. They still wanted to keep up appearances among their friends. Way not to show leadership, George.

It was a fun talk. They introduction included extending an invitation to others who want to give presentations. They are always looking for guest speakers, often academics have to give talks as part of their requirements. 

Next up is a talk by Robert Selig called: German Soldier in America: Georg Daniel Flohr, Regiment Royal Deux Points on March 15 at 2 pm. Same place. 



Countries Visited

Because this comes up in conversation every so often, thought I would create an official list of countries I have been to so far. Since crossing the International Date Line I've wanted to cross the equator (open for suggestions). I'd also like to go to Africa.

(Written in 2017, updated 2023 and 2026)

  1. Canada
  2. Iceland
  3. England
  4. France
  5. Belgium
  6. Luxembourg
  7. Switzerland
  8. East Germany (visited while separated)
  9. West Germany (visited while separated)
  10. Germany (visited post reunification)
  11. Holland/Netherlands
  12. Portugal
  13. Italy
  14. Vatican City
  15. Japan
  16. Cuba
  17. Mexico
  18. Denmark
  19. Estonia
  20. Russia
  21. Sweden
  22. Finland
  23. Israel
  24. Palestine (from Jerusalem into Bethlehem)
  25. Spain 
  26. New Zealand
  27. Australia
  28. Norway
  29. Peru

Peru Adventures

Three days ago we came home from visiting Peru. Over the next couple of weeks, I'll be adding stories, adventures, and pictures. They will appear on the dates when the stories took place. 

I came home a bit beat from the trip and am processing why. After all, Peru is the same time zone. It was a relatively quick trip (we were only away eight days). The travel company took care of the nitty gritty details, leaving me to only worry about filling free time and finding lunch and dinner each day. An added bonus, the weather is turning warmer in New Jersey making the snow melt faster than it did with the January snow -- we actually saw our lawn for the first time in a couple of months. 

As I write about what we saw, and what I learned, I hope to uncover the answer to why I am beat, and figure out how not to repeat that feeling on a future trip. Thank goodness I have the time to digest the trip and not just move forward with the next experience.

Bear with me as I dive into the adventures.

Pun intended ;)



 

Friday, February 20, 2026

Day 3: Peru, Urubamba

I suspect unless you have been to Peru, you have never heard of Urubamba. As we walked in group of three couples to Urubamba I thought we were traveling to a village. Based on the narrow road that held more pedicabs than cars, I was not expecting much. 

The clues seem to appear as my brain was struggling to connect the dots. We passed a pediatrician's office. Not a general practitioner, but someone who specialized in children's medicine. Then we passed a preschool. Then a bigger school. We reached a main square (Plaza des Armes) where people were gathered rehearsing for something. What we didn't know at the time.

One member of our group spoke Spanish so she asked about what was happening. The impression she was left with was they were rehearsing for a festival to take place in the Spring. What we learned a couple of days later was they were rehearsing for Carnavale taking place two days later on Sunday.

Urubamba has about two to three thousand people living in the center of the city (thus giving the air of a small village), but is the hub for a greater agricultural region in the Sacred Valley region supporting 24,550 people in the district, and over 70,000 in the region. Its major industries are white corn, tourism, and altitude acclimation.

I was still feeling a bit off. Though we ate what at the time I thought would be a snack before walking into town, I realized I was no longer interested in bed. I found myself walking slower and slower on our return trip. The group got far ahead of us. Thankfully, Don kept me company. Without him, I may have just sat on a bench and taken a nap. I snapped pictures along the way to help me remember the bustling downtown.






























Day 3: Peru, Lima to Cusco to Urubamba Travel Day

During our orientation session Day 3 was billed as a "rest day" in that the only scheduled plans were a flight and a tour of Sulca, a museum of Peruvian textiles.

Our group was divided into two pick up times. Ours was 6:25 am, the other group was at around three a.m. We were handed our boarding passes. After a 45 minute drive to the airport, we arrived three hours early. Let me state, you do not need to arrive at the Lima airport three hours in advance. I think most of us would have been happier to have left at 7 am after eating a hearty breakfast at the hotel than leave just before the breakfast bar opened and be handed a paper bag of junk food. 

Don recognizing I would not be able to function all day without protein encouraged me to find something at the airport. The only option was at TGI Fridays, a US restaurant chain that seems to be shutting down in our part of the country.  I got a double order of scrambled eggs, chicken, toast, orange juice, and a hot tea for about $7.50. Based on conversations I heard throughout the day, I made the right choice.

We boarded another tiny plane. At least this flight was about 80 minutes. 


We landed in Cusco. We had been told the Exoticca representative would meet us outside after we gathered our bags. He would not be allowed inside the terminal. Instead we were met by someone insisting he gather our suitcases. Turns out he was a local (likely working with Exoticca) in the hopes of getting tips from us for being so helpful. I must say the Exoticca staff never asked for tips, or even lingered in hopes of getting one. We were good and all tipped a few soles.

Our driver took us to the Sulca Museum. After serving us some mint tea (supposed to help with altitude sickness), our guide told us about the different kinds of textiles, going into very interesting details about how each tapestry was made. I was too tired to appreciate one word of what was said. I can't imagine how the group who left three hours earlier fared. My mind drifted to how much Don's mom, Honey Bunny, would have been fascinated by their work and would have at least wanted to ask questions. The tapestries all had prices in US Dollars, and they were not cheap (nor should they be for what they were). We wandered around as if in a museum.



Feel the difference between
baby alpaca and the rest

Math through textiles









We were introduced to the llamas and alpacas, and given greens to feed them. I opted to not feed the animals, and instead take pictures. I enjoyed seeing how different people handed the process of feeding. The farmer in our group handed the clump to llamas and had them chomp at it. Don handed one or two strands at a time to each animal, trying to be fair. The content creator in our group handed grass to them in one hand while filming close ups of them chomping. A Canadian woman separated the bundles and fed a partial bundle to the animals, while keeping the rest away from them. If I had been busy feeding them my own bundles, I would not have been able to take pictures and appreciate the scene around me. I'm sure the animals will still be fed.


Never ending miles of mountains


Multitasking





We were then brought into a gift shop with clothing made from baby alpacas, versus the cheap alpaca stuff we would see everywhere after we left this place. Sulca was the only place we would see true baby alpaca wear. We should buy some! The prices are in US Dollars. They'll cut us a deal since we arrived on the bus.

I don't think anyone in our group bought anything. A little later in the trip, we would have appreciate the quality, but at that point it wasn't in me. Looking back at the pictures, I appreciate the wide variety of colors, and the softness. Unfortunately it was too far to return to on our own.

We returned to the van and drove a little further. This time to a viewpoint with more people trying to sell their souvenirs. The ride was bumpy, so the fresh air felt good, but I was still not in the mood to buy anything.











Meanwhile, altitude sickness was hitting me in the form of a solid headache. I was already tired from waking at 5 am on vacation (and getting in late the night before), now I felt dehydrated and head a headache. I just wanted to crawl into a hotel bed and wake up in my own bed in New Jersey.

Finally we arrived at our hotel in Urubamba. We were told we would stay here because it is only 9,000 feet above sea level, as opposed to 11,000 feet in Cusco. It is actually lower in Machu Picchu (7,900 feet).