When I was very young, I am told there was a rag man who came from house to house collecting pieces of cloth that no longer had much use. He took those pieces and wove them into rag rugs which he then sold to earn money. For many years my mother had one, very similar to the one in the picture, on the floor in front of our kitchen sink!
Everyone wants their stories told about what happened to their ancestors in the past. Obviously, we cannot tell every detail of every story, so bits and pieces of the truth are woven together to make what we understand to be our collective history.
History is woven like a rag rug
pieces woven together to make a solid tapestry
Colorful, yet never of one truth alone it seems
but of many colors, versions, and perspectives
all woven into a solid mat that we can stand on
to protect ourselves against the cold hard true reality
that we would rather not experience in detail
Rag Rugs found on: https://www.etsy.com/