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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 ;)



 

Monday, February 23, 2026

Day 6: Peru, Cusco Guided Temple of the Sun Tour

Across the street from the Temple of the Sun Jose points out a white and blue building. The lower level is clearly made from an Incan foundation, or at least clearly once someone points it out to you. The Incans did not use mortar between the stones. They just perfectly fit together. The upper part was destroyed in an earthquake, but the foundation stuck together.

As we waited to enter the historic site I noticed a woman selling the book Jan loaned me before the trip. She was talked into buying it and was kind enough to share it with me.

Santo Domingo Church was built over the
former Temple of the Sun. The Spaniards recognized this building was the most holy Incan site in Cusco and wanted it for themselves. The top was gilded, which they immediately stripped away. For the Incans the gold was just a decoration and not a sign of wealth.


The word temple is one used by Westerners to explain the site. It is not one the Incans would have used. Yes, it was an important religious site, but the term temple doesn't quite describe it accurately. 


Inside the rooms dedicated to the sun, moon, stars, and earth are niches for people to leave their offerings, such as coca leaves. The Spaniards thought this was where they kept mummies of their kings and queens, but no evidence of that has been found.

When the Incans took over the site, they covered the stone walls with plaster. That was destroyed during the earthquakes, but the walls still stood. 

My notes include a bunch of sketches that are hard to translate into words. Since I was allowed to take pictures in here, I will share those instead.




Written in English, it must be important



Courtyard


Jose showing us some of the architectural finds


The openings all perfectly line up together



Don, who already was not feeling well, decided to return to the hotel. Ruth, Bill, and I headed to the Pisco Sour tour, pisco sour is their local drink. I invited Greg to join us as he was back from the Rainbow Mountain, and when he is not travelling he is a bartender.

Day 6: Peru, Cusco Guided Cathedral Tour

Our package included a tour of the Cathedral Basilica of Cusco (otherwise known as the Cathedral Basilica of the Virgin of the Assumption) and the Temple of the Sun, plus a seven block walk in-between.

From the side entrance, in front of the
original chapel, we could see a number of other steeples representing the different Catholic denominations.  Jesuits. Dominican. Franciscan. Etc. There are 18 churches in Cusco, ten of which are in the center of town. As a Presbyterian, I tend to think of them all as the same, but in Lima I learned they are each quite separate, proudly so.

From 1560 to 1654, The cathedral took 94 years to build, 130 if you include the artwork on the inside. It has suffered two major earthquakes (1650 and 1950). There are a number of different art styles represented including Renaissance, Baroque, neo-classic, gothic, and Incan. 

This is an active place of worship. From 6 am to 10 am it is only open to those worshipping. From 10 am to 6 pm it is open for tours.

The next part of this post will be exceptionally word heavy because we were not allowed to take any pictures inside the cathedral. I'm glad we had a guide because without him I would not have notice the details. The cathedral was inspired by the Spanish, but built by the Incans.

Ninety percent of Peruvians are Catholic. Of that, twenty percent practice a mixture of Incan and Catholicism. They do hold services in the ancient Quechuan language of the Incans. This is the largest church in all of South America, if you don't count Mexico, it is the largest in America (upon hearing this, I had flashbacks to guides in Australia telling us different places were the largest ... in the Southern Hemisphere.)

There is a fee to enter the building. This has been covered by our original booking fees.

The church has two smaller churches around it: on the right (when we first enter) is the Spanish named, Church of Triumph, meaning their triumph over the Incans. On the left, as we exited, is the Church of the Holy Family.

Much of what appears to be gold is really gilded, either gilded cedar or, in the case of the altar, gilded granite. On the altar is the Conquest/Invasion cross.

This church made a point of fusing the Incan and Spanish Christian traditions. There is the traditional white European Jesus spread out on the cross wearing a loin cloth and looking up to heaven, but there is also the Incan Jesus. He looks downward to Mother Earth (Pachamama) and is wearing an Incan-style gold dress. His skin is darker. He looks like and Incan king.

Jose pointed to an effigy on a different wall. This one is made by someone from Cusco. The head is small, the arms are extra large. The proportions are all wrong. Much of the iconography was made by locals. 

We are seated in front of the three-paneled chapel "Christ of the Earthquake," as so nicknamed by the locals. The chapel has fresh flowers, mostly gladiolas, which are replenished every Thursday. The Jesus's skirts are also replaced on Thursdays. We are touring on a Monday, about halfway through their life. Christ of the Earthquake was made in Cusco in 1585. It was originally placed in the main entrance. It stopped the 1650 earthquake in its tracks, thus earning the name. Before that, it was referred to as "Christ of the Good Death" because the funerals took place in front of him. He is also called "Black Jesus." The Black coloring comes from the soot of the candles they used to burn near him. They have since restored his body. The crown and nails are made from 18/20 carat gold. In the 1980s the crown disappeared. They never did find out who was responsible for the crime. In 1992 a builder recognized it in the Vatican and called them out on it. This is the patron saint of Cusco. The holy day procession ends here on Holy Monday. He is surrounded by Mary on his right (our left) and St. John the Baptist on his left, or what someone else in our group said is more likely John the one he loved the most. Jesus's hair is natural, sourced from the same local place. 

We headed to the Choir Room. The entire space is carved out of cedar from Machu Picchu. The room is 10 by 10. It is three sections tall -- each section representing a different history. Most of the artists here, and throughout the church, are anonymous students from the Cusco School of Art. There are also five organs from Belgium in the 1700s that have been restored by the French and are still used for special occasions. 

We move next to the main altar piece. This 1800s neo-classical piece stands in front of the original wooden altar, which is carved in the Primitive style. The newer one is silver plated and weighs about 1000 kilograms (2200 pounds). Of note, this altar (and others in the church) have mirrors. Mirrors are not typically allowed in European churches because of vanity. This altar was decorated by locals. To them, mirrors represent water and is very important to their culture.

Both the Peru and Vatican flags are represented. Again we heard how proud they are of Pope Leo because he used to live in Peru.

The 1700s Silver Chapel used to be carried during festivals. Now it is pushed. It is carved in cedar and plated in silver. It must weigh a lot. Other objects next to it are made from solid silver. 

We poked under the altar to see the crypt where the obispos, or bishops, have been laid to rest. The oldest bishop died in 1819. The most recent in 2013. 

The most famous painting in the cathedral is of the last supper. On the way out, Don bought a postcard so I could study it more. Unlike Leonardo daVinci's Last  Supper, this one has the disciples seated around an oval-shaped table. Jesus is recognizable in the center, as is Judas. Judas is darker, looks evil, and is holding a bag of coins. He looks a bit like the conquestidor Fransicso, a bit of resistance through art. I know someone better versed in art history would be able to identify the others. I'm guessing John, the one Jesus loved the most, is on his left (should be the right) because he is the only one without a beard even though he lived the longest. 

The painting has some Peruvian twists. In the center is what appears to be a guinea pig on the platter. Guinea pigs were ceremonial animals in the Incan tradition. There are other local foods represented on the table: corn, passion fruit, chilis, papayas, coca leaves, etc. They appear to be drinking grenadine, a digestive. The artist is Marcos Sapata.

We moved to the third section of the church: Chapel of the Holy Family. The altar was built over 25 years during the 1700s. It is gilded cedar wood in the Andean Baroque style. This is the only chapel that allows weddings.


Exiting through the gift shop (of course), we step outside. Jose tells us about the two big public executions that took place in the square. The first was in 1572 when Vilcambama, the last Incan king, was beheaded. The next was in 1781 with the dismemberment of a descendent of Incan nobility.

Moving on ... we walked seven blocks to the Temple of the Sun.


Jose pointed out the stonework. The original Incan stonework does not have any mortar between the stones. It has withstood the 1650 and 1950 earthquakes. We paused at the 12-sided stone. It is good to take pictures again.

In the Incan days only the nobility lived in Cusco. Everyone else was outside the city.

During the 1500s a Civil War broke out between two brothers. One thought Cusco was the center of the earth, the other thought it was what we now call Quito in Ecuador. Quito (on the equator) is the right answer. The area was prime for being conquered by the Spanish invaders. 

We went past the site of an Incan site, possibly one used for rituals and ceremonies. There are Incan walls, and a trapezoid doorway. It is a great example of Incan urban planning, as there are canals for water and narrow streets.

Jose points out other examples of Incan architecture that is still standing, even as more modern buildings around them crumbled in earthquakes.




 Our next tour was of the Temple of the Sun. I'll pick up there.

Day 6: Peru, Cusco: Free Time

After attacking the breakfast buffet, our group headed out to Three Monkeys, internationally ranked as the 26th best coffee shop Greg told us about. That was ironic, because Greg was off on an adventure exploring Rainbow Mountain while we were inside this starkly clean, modern coffee shop.

As a non-coffee drinker I was prepared to get coffee because, well, when in Rome and all, but when I asked the server what to get, she highly recommended the hot chocolate. She was not wrong.

When we think of Three Monkeys we almost taste the mustard our neighbor Dan used to make ("sweet and spicy and oh so nicey") before he sold his company. A search on this blog reminded me of seeing the original three monkeys of "see no evil, hear no evil, say no evil" fame in Japan.

Don's stomach was feeling off, so we parted from our clique. They went to do some shopping in the markets, and Don and I walked to another one of my wish list hikes: the Mirador de San Cristobal.

Though not as high as Cristo Blanco, nor did it include any off road trails, the walk was straight up hill. 









I'm surprised I did not trip
over any of the low
fire hydrants



The views were stunning. What was not so enjoyable was being asked over and over again if we wanted to go in a van with a local to visit Saqsayhuman, an indigenous community near Cristo Blanco. "Non, gracias" was interpreted as repeating the question every couple of minutes and showing us a book, and explaining how if we went with him we would only have to make a donation of any amount, not pay the toll that is charged to everyone not involved with the community. With Don not feeling well, there was no way we were getting in a car with a stranger. Not to say if he was feeling better we would have.





Plaza des Armes looking much quieter than yesterday



The non-local to local ratio was not high, which meant there were very few people to take over for us when we tired of answering "non, gracias". After snapping a few pictures, and answering a text from Ashley about the blizzard back home, we started the descent. Again, I wish we had spent a few more minutes, enough to enter the church.

We met a couple traveling from London. They were halfway through their six month South American adventures. To put that into perspective, we were in London more recently than they were.

We realized the only way we would be able to have a conversation was to walk away. We headed downhill until we reached the San Blas Market. The place is meant for locals to do their food shopping, though tourists have also discovered it. I returned later to buy chocolate when I realized it was half the price of the chichi shop in the tourist district. The vegetables were so eye catching. Purple corn. Enormous squashes. A wide variety of the 4,000 types of potatoes we had been told about. More time. More acclimation to their water. A kitchen. Obstacles were in place that prevented me from doing more than taking pictures.







I felt brave enough to sit at a counter and order the corn soup. I had no idea what to expect. Later Ruth told me she and Bill sat at a similar counter and just had food put in front of them without bothering to order anything. In both our cases, the food was fresh, delicious, and cheaper than we could ever imagine. Now that I'm writing this from my family room I am kicking myself for not being more courageous with trying the local cuisine. Though with Don's stomach doing flip flops, it was the prudent course of action.

At this point Don and I parted for a couple of hours. He walked back to the room to take a quick nap. I continued to walk through the streets. I was cognizant of standing out as a non-local. Often in Europe I can at least not stand out. Here no matter what I did, I looked like a tourist. I'm a 5'8" tall white woman. Enough said. Bill pointed out I was likely the tallest woman they saw that day. I find that hard to believe, but point well taken. I wore my Chaco sandals, Eddie Bauer t-shirt, sweater, and capris, and carried a string bag. I was just going to roll with it and be comfortable, while still making sure my shoulders were respectfully covered when we entered a religious site.


I double backed to the market to buy local chocolate. The shop keeper opened a fishing tackle type of box with samples. So not sanitary. I ate them anyway and bought two bars of dark chocolate for about $3 each.


I continued with my trek to do something I didn't think would happen: I bought a postage stamp for Bialashu's passport. Ashley's stuffed panda bear stayed home, but for the first time in a few trips I added a stamp to her collection.

I wanted to sit in the Plaza de Armes and write in my notebook. Sit quietly, and soak up the scene. The locals had another idea. One by one they came up to me asking me to buy their wares. The most persistent was an artist by the name of Michael Jordan (he showed me his name engraved in the leather portfolio so I would remember it. The man looked to be anywhere from late 20s to 50. Parts of him seemed youthful, other parts seemed worn down by life. If I did buy from anyone, it would have been him. I tried explaining my daughter is an artist and our home is filled with her art. He suggested buying a piece for her. He showed me his entire portfolio. One by one. At least 40 pieces in a variety of styles. I suspect everyone's leather portfolio looked similar. He said he painted a couple of them. Some took a long time because of the technique of scraping away. His English was decent. I asked him how long he has been selling. He said he started at the age of 11 selling food at the stadium. He'll give me a good deal. Almost free. Of that I have no doubt. He even had tubes to carry the artwork. The first sale of his day (it was mid-afternoon) always brings him energy for the day. I still said no, knowing a yes would only bring more people to me. In fact, the no acted as a better repellent than any of my "non gracias" responses had. A return trip would have me buying artwork I don't need, nor do I want. As a fairly well-travelled Westerner, I do realize that is beside the point. They count on our tourist dollars in order to feed their families.



Though I left messages with the front desk and with yesterday's guide (Yacky, which she pronounced as Jackie for us), I did not receive a message about the start of the day's tour. I had the guides' number, but I could not remember Jose's name in my altitude hazy brain. With Don going back, I knew he would tell me where to meet.

I'll pick up with our tour of the Cathedral and Sun Temple.