Carrying on with Tradition
Harris Tweed Isle of Harris and Harris Tweed and Knitwear is the continuation of a family tradition. The original Tweed and Knitwear shop was located in Plocrapool, a small crofting village on Harris which was (and still is) home to the Campbell family.
Marion Campbell BEM
Marion Campbell BEM 1910 – 1996 is remembered as an icon of Harris Tweed® weaving. She first sat at a loom at the tender age of 14. Before turning 21, she had won a Harris Tweed Association design competition, beating off older more experienced weavers to pick up the first prize and a handsome reward of 20 guineas. Her gift for design and colour ensured this was only the start of Marion’s success and rise to prominence as an exemplar of the craft of Harris Tweed® weaving. You can read more about Marion in her autobiography which is available via our online shop.
Marion continued working in the traditional manner of the Harris Tweed® weaver until into her eighties. She died on January 6, 1996, at the age of 86.
Jane Morrison 1911 – 1945. Jane was Katie’s mother, she was born in Ardhasaig, Isle Of Harris and like Marion, she wove on the single-width wooden traditional loom and enjoyed creating her traditional yet unique designs.
Alistair (M’or) Campbell
Alasdair Mor Campbell 1924 – 1995 was Marion’s nephew. Originally a fisherman he took to weaving and like his famous Aunt had an eye for design. Alasdair along with his wife Katie enjoyed running the original Harris Tweed and Knitwear shop in Plocrapool where they often held weaving displays for visitors and bus tours.
Katie Campbell 1935 – 2011 continued running the family business along with daughter Catherine. Katie also came from a weavers family, she had an eye for design that brought the tweed into the modern era, her designs are still a favourite with designers and crafts people throughout the world. Katie was frequently photographed at her loom in Plocrapool, where she gave weaving demonstrations. Visitors had the opportunity to buy her tweed cloth and tweed items along with home spun wool, the latter often could be seen drying out on the garden fence!
“Grannie had 11 girls who all spun. My mom died young. There were 4 of us girls and Dad bought a Hattersly Loom. We went to sleep to the click clack of the loom. It was lovely. It was safe.”