How odd – I am going to look at an old Golden pillow and at the same time the past came by. A sporadic past I have lived with most of my life – and now in a span of four days – I know more about my adopted mother than I have before – odd is absolutely the best word – and yes, textiles are also a part of it.
How come a Golden pillow ended up in the middle of Jutland in the beginning of the 20th century?
