My grandparents, unfortunately lived during hard times, and with their immigrant backgrounds none of them finished high school. They all, at one point or another, worked in the textile mills in that area of the state. I remember driving by these now-abandoned old brick buildings and not really catching the history there. Kids never get things like this.
They worked at looms, sewing machines, and other jobs that were available. It was tough labor, and of course they were overworked and underpaid. But they made their way in this new country, and provided for their families the best they could.
They wove wool together. They made sweaters. They made patterns. They connected pieces together to make a whole. They made fabric. Yes, they certainly made my fabric.