Wintertime a telegraph man had to roundside and overhaul equipment, unless the country happened to be the kind where the deep snows held off and let a post-hole digger get at his doings.

She was lying in the lee of a fowlhouse in a crumpled posture, as if cohesion had been detached from her joints, which lobbed her in an untidy heap, like a lot of old bones, tied together with string. Her skull was hitched under her humped shoulders and her fallen jaw made a lipless O of her mouth, giving it an expression of imbecile astonishment.

So late last week the museum put out a call online seeking “pussyhat” donations — for a future exhibition and to create an archive of what the museum calls “the largest example of social activism through craft (craftivism) in U.S. modern history.”

The name of Abigail Adams is naturally closely associated with those of her illustrious father and mother, - - - Born in 1765, the mother's quaint Christian name was given to the little girl