Marilyn Joan Bake’s weaving days.

Marilyn wrote on the back of these photographs and I will write what they say, below each one. This was in the 1970s at the Val de Sol Condominium in Ketchum, Idaho.

Marilyn preparing wool to use on her loom.

Wool just off the sheep. The dark wool in the foreground is wool sent from New Zealand. The white, coming out of the burlap bag, came from Oregon. Both I find better than the local Idaho wool.

It is sorted to color and length and then teased before carding.

Carding machine.

The woman who printed these photos for me thought I was more important than the carding machine. Actually, the negative had a good shot of my carder (carding machine) in the form of a batt, then to be spun.

Spinning wheel.

Spinning is magic. All you need to make magic here is time, energy, a spinning wheel (who is a good friend and often an enemy.) Some wool and plenty of patience in the beginning. Presto -hand spun gold.

The loom.

The loom is strong & bold. It is set in its ways and one must abide by them. The loom and I work together to create.

It is seven feet wide and four feet deep. Main diet is wool, which it rapidly eats with its own feelings and desires.

Marilyn Frazier and her daughter Melissa with one of Marilyn’s weavings. 1973

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