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Sometimes the textiles that have the power to move us. Most are not sumptuous silks or exquisite embroideries, but instead quite ordinary, humble things. They touch us because they hold immense meaning despite the years that separate us. For more than 200 years, London's foundling Hospital collected the details of every one of the thousands of children, and it accepted through its doors. Alongside the official record of what the child was wearing are any notes that the mother left with her infant. And often a scrap of cloth or ribbon is pinned there, too. That snippet was a vital identifying token. The idea was that if the mother's circumstances changed, she could return to the foundling hospital with her half of the cloth, match the two pieces and reclaim her child. Seeing the billet books with the tokens they contain is an intensely moving experience. Each page is its own story that has a capacity to raise strong emotions, especially if, like Pippi Longstocking, Harry Potter, Snow White, James Bond, Huckleberry Finn, or Scarlett o', Hara, you too are a foundling, fostered or adopted. Welcome to Haptic and Hughes Tales of Textiles. My name is Jo Andrews and I'm a hand weaver interested in what cloth, in all its forms, tells us about ourselves as human beings. Textiles have an incredible power to talk to us if we can hear them. They comfort and console us, create memories and define who we are. And nowhere more than in this episode, in which the secret of your origins might hang on a scrap of cloth. This episode is about the billet books and what they tell us about how poor and middle class women in the 1700s dressed themselves and their children. But it is also about personal family stories. After Haptic and Hugh first published an episode about the foundling hospital nearly four years ago, we were contacted by sue, who told us she had discovered that her several times great grandmother had been a foundling at the London hospital. What sue didn't know and hoped we could help with was the original billet record. Were there any details about where the baby had come from? And was there possibly a fabric token on her page? The record was matched, and it did reveal the original identity of Sue's ancestor and the place where she was christened. Sadly, there was no little scrap of cloth there, but it did tell us that this tiny child had arrived at the foundling hospital in the first few weeks of her life in the spring of 1758. Unlike so many others, we know that she survived to live a long and full life, dying at the age of 87, which was an incredible feat for those days. Sue is Writing a book about her many times great grandmother. And for more details, we are all going to have to wait until it is published. But sue and her family owe their existence to the foundling hospital, which was set up thanks to the efforts of a determined sea captain. London in the mid-1700s was a successful and rich city. But not all its citizens shared in that wealth. Grinding poverty, sickness and violence stalked many of its inhabitants, especially women and children. And this, above all, is a story of these working class women and their babies. It's also a tale of how textiles gather meaning. As time passes, what begins life as something quite mundane down the years can acquire layers of significance and be transformed into something powerful and extraordinary. But we start with our sea captain, who returned to London from North America and was appalled.
