I arrived at the loom house before the crowds. The first task to raise the paned window sashes, propping each one open with a stick. The breeze is refreshing.
The shaft harnesses are removed from the old barn loom and water drawn for the dye pot. Osage orange with tin today.
The drive band gets seated in its groove on the great wheel and for a moment, a fleeting moment, I'm there. In 1823. Ready to begin my day's work.