Is nothing sacred? They’re making Pendleton blankets in China now! Hokay. So be it. Mine are safely in a black garbage bag in a storage locker in Texas somewhere packed in mothballs. No way the damned Chinese are getting their hands on them. Those non-Chinese made Pendletons have seen me through a winter-or-two and would have seen me through a lot more if I were up to the job and held up my end. But instead I’ve spent the past winter-or-two in a WWII goose down Army Mountain sleeping bag from back when good American geese provided the down. At least until I got to Kansas. And I confess it was warmer than Pendleton blankets. Even from wool sheared from good American sheep. Old Jules
For many years, I’ve promised myself a stop at the Pendleton Woolen Mill in eastern Oregon. Pendleton wool has always been held in high regard by my family, probably because of my mom being from Salem where their first retail store was located. It’s not a familiar name to people in the mid-west.
I was trying to get from Boise to Salem as quickly as possible to meet my aunts for dinner at their retirement center. I promised myself 15 minutes to just look quickly, but I didn’t get out for about 40 minutes, and I never even bought anything!
The designs fascinate me. I knew I couldn’t afford a blanket, but I do have one already that Old Jules gave me, so it’s not like I don’t own any. I just wanted more.
I was pleased to see other products, like book covers and bath towels, and national…
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