There are Lamborghini's and Austin Martin's and Ferrari's of looms, too. The farthest into the subject I can venture with confidence is Glimakra, the imperial Swede of looms. Given the reputation of Sweden for perfection, a Glimakra is the union of a Volvo and a Lamborghini, overseen by Saab.
Some interesting looms came our way when my sister and I were
weavers. You remember the cherry Kyra and Saffron Two Cats. Once we were
approached to purchase the dies and patterns of the Newcomb Loom Company. We
passed the offer along to a friend in manufacturing who specialized in reviving
old companies.
As it always seemed to happen, someone a couple of counties away
approached us to buy a twenty year old, new, in the box, Glimakra. Eight
harness, ten or twelve treadle, never used, Glimakra. A fellow bought it for
his wife, and assembled it. She divorced him; he put it back in the box and it
resided in the back room until he wanted to sell the house. This was about
1990.
Our studio was thirty by forty and at the time, and had maybe half
a dozen looms. We bought the Glimakra for what he paid, seven hundred dollars.
All the tie up cords were rotted; all the string heddles had disintegrated. I
called the only Glimakra dealer I could find, Maurice Brassard in Quebec, and
ordered Texsolve replacements. Of course I told him about the Glimakra loom we
had scored.
Maurice asked the name of the person we bought it from, and
groaned. “That is the first loom I sold in this country!” And not even for old
time’s sake would he give me a discount on the very expensive replacement
pieces I needed.
I looked long to find a single picture of a Glimakra like we had. It is the only picture I found with the bench attached. Our loom was about ten by ten, the size of a
small room, and a countermarche loom. It has a double set of lams
to lift each harness. I only mastered the tie-up by reciting “bottoms up” for
each lam.
A Glimakra is like the grand piano of a studio. A mighty imposing
sight, in the space of say two or three smaller, more useful looms. My best
analogy is it requires twenty three gears to advance six inches. Jan and I wove
one item apiece on it, put it back in the boxes and sold it.
We each had a favorite brand and style of loom. Hers was Schacht
Loom, manufactured in the west; mine, LeClerc, from Quebec. When I bought new
looms these last couple of times, it was LeClerc each time. Over the years the
LeClerc founders have retired and Maurice Brassard owns LeClerc.
This last time I returned to weaving I found myself replacing
everything, down to the thread I’d weave with. When I left off, three years
ago, I was depressed at the state of the weaving thread industry in this
country. There no longer are mills in America, and no cottons spun for
sweaters. I researched the internet looking for cottons with good hand, for
towels. Good hand simply means how the thread, or the fabric feels to the hand.
Eventually I settled on cotton marketed for weaving towels. How
wrong could I go? I didn’t care for the way it felt weaving, but I persevered,
knowing the thread had not passed through the final process, fulling. As we
said in the olden days, “It all comes out in the wash!”, which is fulling. Like everything, there really is no magic.
In the case of those first four towels I wove, magic was necessary. They
had no “hand”. In fact, they felt like sandpaper; little saw blades. I was so
upset. I reached out to every old weaver I knew. What to do?!?
One friend in Virginia said she knew Brassard, in Canada, was
spinning, but knew nothing of the thread. I called the distributor from whom I’d
bought the little saw blades on a cone and explained that although they
advertised it as suitable for towels, it was closer to haircloth. She suggested
I might want their 8/2B cotton. In fact, the colored cones I’d purchased were
B, and it was quite soft. I felt a cone, and yes, very soft. Good hand.
It took some prying to learn that their 8/2B is spun by----wait
for it----Brassard in Canada. As soon as I have a run of towels off the loom
and fulled, I think I’ll send Maurice a towel and a note. We did a lot of
business over the years. I think he’ll be amused, but I doubt he’ll give me a
discount!
This is a contemporary Glimakra countermarch. The bench is no longer attached. I cannot see that anything else is changed, except this is smaller than ours, which was sixty inch weaving width, and about eighty inches wide overall.
