In 1912, my great-grandfather’s cloth came up the Hudson from New York by boat and was carried up the hill from the Rondout docks.
This October, a sailing cargo project on the river offered to bring a few bolts of our Normandy linen up from the city the old way. It took three days. It arrived a little salty and very well traveled.
It is on the shelf now. You would not know the difference by looking at it, but we do.