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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 ;)



 

Saturday, February 21, 2026

Day 4: Peru, Machu Picchu: traveling to and from

We are halfway through our adventures and have reached the main reason we planned this trip: Machu Picchu.

Machu Picchu translates into "Old Mountain." As we learned at Huaca Pucllano in Lima, the Peruvian names may sound complicated, but they are quite simple. Machu Picchu is also known as the "lost village," as in the Spaniards did not know about it, the locals knew it still existed.

Our day started with the hotel's breakfast buffet, which is a good way to start the day. I was so worn out from travels and altitude sickness I slept for 12 hours the night before. I woke up feeling much better.

Other than the first day's orientation session, this was the only time the 13 of us were together. We were seven Americans, four Canadians, and a couple I did not figure out where they were from. I did hear the wife speaking Romanian to two of the Canadian women traveling together. 

I believe nine of us were only on the seven day tour. The husband and wife from Canada and the couple I did not get to know were on the end a 26 day South American tour with Exoticca that meshed with other tours, such as ours. Unlike our group, though the wife said the other groups were together more than our group.

We drove about an hour to catch the hourlong train ride to Machu Picchu. From there we were had a thirty minute bus ride to the top of the mountain for our 2 pm tour. We would do the reverse to return to the hotel. By the end of the day someone commented it was like the 1987 Steve Martin film "Planes, Trains, and Automobiles" without the airplane ride. It did feel like a lot of traveling for a two-hour tour.

Before we booked the trip I asked Don if he was okay with not hiking Machu Picchu. Many of the people who come into REI before their trips are planning the four-day hike. That was never in the cards for me. We did go on several hikes in Cusco, but I like sleeping in a real bed at the end of the day. He said he was, and I have to believe him.

Our seats were assigned. I was lucky to score a window seat on the left side of
the train. Kim, who did more research than I did, said the left side is the better one on the ride up. Hardly mattered for the ride back since it would be dark. The views were stunning. The views the whole day felt surreal. Everywhere I looked I felt like it was a backdrop in a photo studio and not the real thing.











We arrived in the town of Machu Picchu. The place is full of souvenir shops selling alpaca wear and restaurants designed to feed tourists. The whole area exists for the day trippers doing exactly what we were doing. None of it felt uncomfortable or rushed. Everyone had a role whether tourist or worker. It is similar in most resorts towns. I suppose there are places to stay, but the vast majority seem to sweep in for the day. Check off that they saw a seventh wonder of the world and move on to their next adventure. 

No judgement. I was just as guilty.

During our orientation on our first day we were told we would have a limited time in town, only enough time to grab a sandwich to go before we had to board the bus. We didn't even have that much time as we were hustled from the train station, past the free bathrooms, to the line for the bus. I was glad we grabbed a sandwich at the train station. Even that we barely had time to eat. It was awkward using the time on the train to eat or write because we were in clusters of three others (Don and I were separated) who may or may not have had food with them. I didn't want them reading my notes.









As we rode the bus up the switchbacks, I could see people walking alongside the road. The bus ride was about $4. Money very well spent. The people walking the switchbacks did not look like hikers. I suspect the hikers had an even more difficult path. I closed my eyes every time two buses passed each other. I can't imagine what the pedestrians did as often the road dropped off.

I'm going to break this post into two parts. The tour of Machu Picchu will be in a separate post.

After our tour, we were on the 7 pm train. I could see the shops shutting down even before we were on board. It starts up again the next day with another set of tourists. Though we were told the hotel restaurant (with its overpriced and mediocre food) would stay open late for us, we each managed to buy food in the town before getting on the train. I appreciated that the hotel stayed open late. We stopped in for a slice of cake to thank them. Most everyone else went to their rooms. Some of them were being picked up early for the next leg of the trip. On the other hand, we had an 11 am pick up.

















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.