By Vivian Conrad | Senior Center Director
I’m holding a quilt that was made in the 1850s. I run my hand over threads intricately stitched into hand-combed cotton, and am awed by the thought that another woman was handling this very fabric a decade before the Civil War began.
People and places of long ago may sometimes seem abstract to us, no more than silent images in fading photographs. Yet the time-frozen faces we glance at so casually in pictures belonged to flesh-and-blood persons who were as real in their time as we are in ours. These were people who loved and laughed, worked and cried, suffered and rejoiced just as we do. Their blood still pulses in our veins. The labor of their hands forged the foundations of the world we inhabit now.
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