Knitting Up Life: Mills

While knitting through recent storms of life, the reverse side of a embroidered cotton towel caught my attention – and led to an impromptu tour through family history, textiles, industrial heritage – led by a grandmother I never got to meet except through her work and my mother’s stories about her. Mill buildings still stand, though the workers who made the cloth are gone, and the people who grew and picked the raw cotton are unknown – similar to a stone workman who crafted a quirky sculpture hidden in a wall found on a walk through a city park. Continue Reading →