It can’t be helped. Through time and research and memory, the smell of the woolen mill is a forever-sensory-experience. When I DO get around to writing ‘that novel’, captured between the pages somewhere will be the sound of the machines and the smell of the wool…it can’t be helped. It is in me to share.
My readers have been patient and tolerated my obsession with this process, texture, landscape…you know it it is the landscape of this woman’s heart.
And so, I will keep words to a minimum and simply share that when my cousin, Laura, made a recent trip west, it was perfect that Laura, her brother Peter and I should drive north east to the Custom Woolen Mills, together. Cousins, in our family, share a special bond and one can not possibly, in a post such as this, capture or contain the sort of laughter and fun that is shared when we get together, even as adults. It’s pure joy and ridiculousness.
I am forever-grateful to our grandparents who gave us this bond and this relationship with wool and the manufacture of products from wool. It is pretty special!
Peter and Laura Dewar, children of Mary Moors and Peter Dewar
Cousins, Kathleen Moors, Peter Dewar and Laura Lee Dewar
Post-Mill and we share wine, laughter and lots of Italian food. I was so grateful to share time with you, Laura and Peter.
We spent an hour or so together, researching and playing upbeat songs off of our phones…so hilarious. Here’s one.
It was a beautiful day as we headed north on the highway to meet up with other relations; my Auntie Ruth, cousin Rob and his wife Deb; to share an adventure at the Custom Woolen Mills Ltd., located near Carstairs, Alberta. There was quite a haze covering the landscape due to forest fires blazing in northern Alberta and British Columbia, but still the canola fields were golden and the undulating hills rich summer green.
I look back to the years I attended the University of Lethbridge and meeting Fen Roessingh and husband Bill Purves-Smith for the first time.
These portraits are borrowed from the company information booklet, professionally produced to inform visitors to the mill of the process from the collection of the wool until its creation as a beautiful wool product.
Back in the 70s, these two young folk were ‘learning the ropes’, working along side my Grandfather John Moors, at the Magrath Wool Card and Spinning Mill, this, after developing an interest in fibre arts and weaving out at the Leighton Center near Calgary. They had a truck load of raw wool and were seeking out some guidance about how they might turn it into yarn…something that my grandfather was generously able to do.
My Auntie Eleanor with her Dad, John Moors
The equipment at the custom mill dates back as far as the 1860s, some of it, coming directly from the Magrath business when grandpa, in his 70s, decided to sell it and support this new adventure outside of Carstairs. Interestingly enough, I found equipment yesterday that was manufactured in Sherbrooke, Quebec, my mother’s home from the time she was twelve.
Equipment Manufactured in Sherbrooke, Quebec
From the time that any member of my family enters a woolen mill, a flood of memories returns with the warm smell of raw wool. This isn’t everyone’s ‘cup of tea’, but I suppose that the sense of smell really DOES inform memory and for this family the smell of wool is very nostalgic.
We proceeded to enjoy a tour and lively conversation with all of the staff, our friends, although this was a day when all of them were ‘running their feet off’, being short-staffed and filling lots of orders. It was lovely to see how gracious and respectful all were with Dad and Ruth, giving their intimate connection with this story. In fact, my Aunties Eleanor and Ruth spent a lot of time as women, working for my grandfather in the mill, so this was even more special for Ruth.
Fen, Ruth, John (my Dad) and Garry Swanson. (The following short bio is about Garry and the reasons he is viewed as such an asset. He was also very welcoming and informative on our visit. Thanks, Gary!)
Following, an archive of images snapped throughout our visit, a magical afternoon that took us through all aspects of the processing of raw wool; washing, dyeing, carding, spinning, producing skeins of wool, quilts and socks. The summer’s day ended with Dad’s purchase of a pair of wool socks, a lunch time visit on the front porch and a beautiful drive home.
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Dad grabbing a photo of the different varieties of raw wool.
A porch for hanging out with Ebony and the cats…
The quilter shares stories of the origins of this equipment and her role at the mill…
Sock making machine explained, in detail and demonstrated at full speed and slowly, so that we could see the magic of the process, by Garry.
Auntie Ruth used to make skeins in the Magrath Mill…this was like a blast from the past for her!
Someone caught me in a photograph in front of the mule, a piece of equipment that DID come from our family mill.
The dyeing sheds…several of these.
Fen’s feet…many miles a day put on for years!
Telling stories…and listening to stories. Pure awesomeness!
