Archive for December, 2007

“How Many Angels Dance On the Head of A Pin?”

Friday, December 14th, 2007

A song, sung by Susie Burke, one of New Hampshire’s own folksingers, contains the words, “How many angels dance on the head of a pin?” This morning I woke up thinking about this idea and mumbled something, apparently incoherent, about it to Jim over breakfast. He said that he’d heard of that as a medieval idea, and that perhaps I should “Google” the words.

Dutifully, I went to the computer and looked at the first couple of pages of entries under that category. Surprisingly, there are some 118,000 files. I was amused by all that I read. One person said that it is very apparent that only one angel can dance on the head of a pin due to the fact that only one angel has taken dancing lessons.

Another person with a sense of humor stated the he was sure that four angels can fit on the end of a pin. This he attributes to current OSHA regulations and their concern for the structural support of the pin.

Yet another upended the discussion by saying that what we should be discussing is the needle’s tip, not the head. Still another said that being non-corporeal bodies, an infinitesimal number of angels can fit on the head of a pin.

So where did the discussion get started? Did medievalist theologians really sit around talking about these kinds of questions to which there are no ready answers? Saint Thomas Aquinas is the person most often blamed for bending his mind in this direction. Unless we want to hold a seance, we’ll probably never know to whom we should give credit for the thought.

These days, the words, “How many angels dance on the head of a pin?” are said in jest, as a way to spoof the unknowable or perhaps professors with a pet theory. Personally, being a fancier of “thought,” I enjoy considering the notion. Furthermore, I really appreciate Susie Burke’s song and its other equally unanswerable questions.

Thank goodness for those who can envision worlds that we cannot see. Without them, we would have no space explorers, no microbiologists, and no Norad tracking for Santa. We would be stuck in readily known and understood phenomena and it would be a much more boring world.

Patricia Cummings

Embroidered Cards by One of Our Readers

Thursday, December 13th, 2007

As a result of the discussion here about embroidered cards, Margie Phelps has sent some images of cards she makes. I have selected four of them to feature here and am publishing them, with her permission.

A cat’s photo is the central motif of this card, embroidered with polychromatic thread.

A festival of spirals and pink flowers are seen on this card made by Margie Phelps.

Sailboat card

For something a little different, a sailboat on this card of “Congratulations.”

Pink card

This is the center only portion of yet another card made by Margie.

We always enjoy seeing the work of our readers. This selection of cards will provide some ideas of the possibilities of paper punched and embroidered greeting cards. Many thanks to Margie for sending us these photos.

Amy Rochelle has sent us a link to a commercial site that has educational tutorials about how to make cards such as those seen here.

Patricia Cummings

“God Bless Us, Everyone!”

Thursday, December 13th, 2007

In my collection of ephemera, there is a booklet entitled, “Christmas with Charles Dickens.” Undated, it is “foxed” with yellow age spots and has been in the family for as long as I can remember. It was produced by two women who owned a book selling business, one of whom was a friend of my mother. I’d like to share the “Prologue” with you. It is as follows:

Most of us like to think that the traditional holiday customs, such as the use of holly and mistletoe, yule logs, candles and the singing of Christmas carols have come down to us uninterruptedly from medieval times.

Ungilded history tells us otherwise. It required a mighty voice heard ’round the world to resurrect and preserve the hallowed observances which add so much richness to this most wonderful of seasons. The voice was that of Charles Dickens.

Then, the booklet explains that the writing is offered in print type that is 12 point Bodoni, spaced in the same manner as the original edition of “A Christmas Carol,” published in 1843.

The next page goes on to say that Dickens’ story did more for Christmas than for any other piece of literature ever written, save the Holy Bible. Continuing the discussion, a synopsis of the story is offered.

The booklet recounts the lesser-known Dickens’ stories, “Cricket on the Hearth,” and “Pickwick Papers.” What a delightful bit on writing these few pages offer, complete with wonderful illustrations! The cover of the booklet has a tasseled binding and a front cover that has an elegant pen and ink, colored drawing of a horse and coach, with a be-scarved trumpeter, standing on top of the conveyance.

This booklet was evidently a product that was printed to be given away for the purpose of promoting this particular business. What charm, what elegance, what class!

The epilogue of the small booklet reminds us to live each day as we do during the Christmas season, “governed by the spirit of Christian charity, which is the spirit of Christmas itself.”

Dickens singlehandedly took on the Puritans who had formerly banned the celebration of Christmas in any non-religious way. That included feasting, closing shops, or lighting Yule candles. Dickens transformed the holiday into a happy time of sharing. In the words of Dickens’ small character, Tiny Tim, “God Bless Us, Everyone!”

Patricia Cummings

The Joy of Paper

Wednesday, December 12th, 2007

Last week, on a television show called “The Office,” the boss was invited to speak to a classroom of Business students at a university. The students had been prepped ahead of time, with the information that paper is obsolete. So, to have a spokesman for a paper company come in to speak was setting him up for harassment. Not surprising to all, when confronted, he became very angry and left the presentation hall in a huff.

Upon leaving, he remembered that his secretary had invited him to a showing of her art work. Once in the art gallery, he laid eyes on a pen and ink sketch of “their” building and he asked her if he could buy the composition. She was very moved, and with tears in her eyes, agreed to relinquish her work. With the drawing safely installed at the office, he concluded that it could not have been made without PAPER, and once again, he was validated.

Paper. We take it for granted because it is everywhere. In some ways, paper is becoming obsolete. After all, I am writing this message to you, without lifting a pen or pencil of any kind, just typing on a keyboard.

More than fifteen years ago, I served on the Board of an organization. One of our members would send me notes that were scribbled on the back side of used office paper from her husband’s business. At the time, I interpreted that move as being frugal. I did not realize that she was concerned about the environment and wanted to “use up” the paper. After all, she reasoned, it only had been used on one side. “Waste not, want not.”

Time was when we would use graph paper to draft quilt designs and embroidery charts. Some of us still work that way. I know that I have not been willing to rely on a computer for that kind of work, although I’m sure there are fine programs for computer-aided drafting. In fact, I have purchased every version of Electric Quilt, never to have moved beyond the first lesson. It just isn’t my way of working but I kept promising myself that I’d become self-taught at that method and proficient.

Uses of Paper

This past week, the subject of “paper punched” embroidery came up, on my yahoo list. At first, I did not recognize what people were talking about because they kept mentioning doing this technique as children. It was not until someone described how the stitches are worked that it dawned on me. I have done this technique. In fact, just recently I stitched and embellished a square that featured a Santa design. Ultimately, the finished piece was beaded and bejeweled and became the top of a trinket box. To create this, I worked from a purchased kit, only they called the technique “perforated paper embroidery.”

A Victorian Paper Art

In looking around on the Internet, I discovered a few sellers of paper designs. One lady, Nancy Turner, sells kits for one or two word designs such as “Welcome,” “Faith,” and “Greetings.” They are based on motifs from the Victorian Era, late nineteenth century, or “more than one hundred years ago,” as she says.

Paper punched embroidery
Image of eBay auction #190036842437, courtesy of Nancy Turner, eBay seller “2500nancy.”

Another eBay seller, in Canada, “prunie8″ has compiled an astounding 24 designs that she sells in booklet form. The motifs are in the public domain and are copyright-free. I have ordered the booklet and am looking forward to re-visiting this type of stitching, after the first of the year. See her auction at #280044447714.

Examples of Paper Use

There is really nothing new under the sun. I can think of other ways paper is used. How about wallpaper, or menus in restaurants, or origami, the Japanese art of folding paper into animal shapes? How about the Danish folded stars that are made out of white paper and used for Christmas ornaments? How about templates for quilting that are glued onto mylar?

I love paper. The smell of some magazines has a certain appeal to one of my friends. She just loves to receive Quilting Arts because “it just smells so good.”

I hope that we are never without paper. Whether it is thick like card stock, or thin like colored tissue paper, or shiny like some of the paper I use to print books, paper is downright fun. I love the various textures of art papers. I love the versatility of freezer paper. I even like the warmth of newsprint on newspapers and can readily see why people in cartoons are depicted as taking a nap under them.

I used to like to grade school papers and write words of encouragement or mark red Xs where someone has totally missed the mark. I used to love report cards that marked my progress, every quarter, in grade school. I liked the printout of the image of JFK that my brother generated on a key punch computer system, when the computer age was very young. I enjoy the old letters that family members wrote to each other, in the past. In some cases, both parties are now gone and their written word is the only thing that is left to represent them.

No doubt about it. Paper is necessary. Gift wrap is delightful! Children’s books, with their great illustrations are wonderful! Ephemera from the quilt world is increasingly valuable the further we get from the first publication date of a pattern or book. Birth certificates, and other official documents continue to be important, all of our lives. I don’t think the paper manufacturers should press the panic button just yet. I, for one, just LOVE paper, and I suspect it will be around quite awhile longer!

Patricia Cummings

Mexican Jumping Beans and Other Considerations

Monday, December 10th, 2007

This morning, I woke up with Mexican Jumping Beans on my mind. Why? I wondered if I still have the four little “beans” that I was given as a child. Held in one’s hand, they would “jump” around, and in order to contain them, I had to keep them in a little plastic box. I hope I didn’t throw them out, although that is possible.

There are three schools of thought about material possessions. In order to streamline life, and sometimes, to keep it sane, there are those who would throw away anything that is not in current use. These individuals do not look forward to a time when an item may come in handy, or to another time when perhaps some other soul might find the thing useful or meaningful. Other people save everything and barely ever toss anything useful in the garbage. Yet others, won’t even throw away a used egg carton, but I suppose that extreme saving would be considered a manifestation of obsessive/compulsive disorder.

Speaking of garbage, I recall the landfill in the town where I grew up. Saturday was the day of the week designated as “dump day.” The town paid a caretaker to oversee what was being tossed over the side of the hill to be burned later in the day.

The man was a dedicated recycler, a man before his time in the 1960s. With the thoroughness of a tax examiner, he would question what was in the bag being tossed. Not taking anyone’s word for it, he often would climb into the pit to search for himself. If he found anything “good,” he’d set it aside in a tiny shack where he hung out when it was raining.

Sometimes, I’d go with Dad to the dump, just to keep him company. We’d arrive in the “Green Hornet,” Dad’s name for his green, 1938 Dodge pickup truck that was a pip. I stopped going on this run, however, after I was consistently “gifted” with a dirty doll or broken toy that just needed this or that. You see, there was no way to dispose of these items, once accepted graciously, because if you threw them away, Howard’s feelings might be hurt, upon discovering them again. Oh, my!

Logically thinking beyond material goods has led me to another train of thought and that is to the people we discard or who reject us. There are plenty of reasons for ending relationships, and in my lifetime, I’ve called a halt to a few of them myself. What I’ve come to know is that we are all just passing through, as a song once pointed out.

People do not come into our lives by chance. I believe there is a greater plan. No matter what has happened and no matter who is no longer in my life, I have always been showered with love and attention by others who are still willing to be present and for whom, I feel that I can make a difference.

We can throw away a dirty doll, or we can discard a diamond ring (as I once did in a rage), but we can never lose the effect that someone has had just because they were once a part of our human experience. An indelible mark is left, and although a person may be physically absent, or emotionally distant and most likely lost forever, that individual has fulfilled a mission of having been there, of having been a witness to events and issues, and of affecting someone else in a profound manner.

I don’t know if I’ll ever find the Mexican Jumping Beans. I have all kinds of nooks and crannies and boxes in which to hide things on myself. I suppose I could buy some more, if I could find them to purchase. While that may be the case, it is clear that most material goods are replaceable. In contrast, I cannot replace former friends who are gone, either through death or indifference (theirs or mine).

I have to content myself with treasuring the memory of all the good friends and family members with whom I once associated. I hold them all close, in my thoughts. As the sun rises and sets, no day is the same. Each one presents yet another opportunity for love and happiness. I suppose that is the magic of life. Now off to hunt for those Mexican Jumping Beans.

Patricia Cummings

Cell Phones for Soldiers

Sunday, December 9th, 2007

Wondering what to do with your old cell phone? Teenagers Robbie and Brittany Bergquist of Norwell, Massachusetts have just the answer. Donate the phone to their non-profit organization, started in 2004, called, “Cell Phones for Soldiers.”

Phones may be dropped out for recycling at one of 2,100 sites nationwide, including 1800 AT&T stores, and Cingular stores in Boston, New York City, Philadelphia, and Washington, D.C. A payment of $5.00 for each phone will go toward buying a 60 minute phone card for a soldier serving overseas. To date, the brother/sister team has raised 1.4 million dollars for this cause, and by Thanksgiving 2007 had been instrumental in procuring more than 100,000 phone cards that have been distributed.

Brittany and Robbie, now a senior and a junior in high school, have spearheaded car washes and other fundraising events in their community to help pay down a more than $8,000. debt incurred by one homesick soldier who kept calling home. After hearing his story, and knowing that their own cousin is serving in Iraq, the two wanted to find a way to help soldiers be uplifted by hearing the voices of their loved ones.

Now, their program is receiving widespread media attention. Recently, an official from AT&T awarded each of them $100,000. in scholarship money, stating that they had worked very hard, never asking for a penny for themselves. Guest appearances on The View and Wake Up With Whoopi, and a mention on the Evening News with Katie Couric, are among other media coverage received. The Department of Defense weekly e-mail, entitled “Homefront Organization of the Week,” also highlighted the program recently.

Thanks to Linda Heminway, NH state coordinator for the Home of the Brave quilt program, for bringing this worthwhile effort to our attention. Linda states that the “Cell Phones for Soldiers” program provides satellite phones, video phones, and Voice over Internet Protocol (VoIP) communications, as well as the prepaid calling cards. For more information, please visit: http://www.cellphonesforsoldiers.com/

Patricia Cummings

Through the “Eye” of a Camera

Saturday, December 8th, 2007

During the past year, Charlotte Croft has delighted us with the photos she has sent. Being residents of the state just over the river, the Connecticut River, that is, we are always so happy to catch a glimpse of Vermont! Charlotte has sent us photo images of landscapes, sunsets, lilies, pumpkins, quilts, her son and grandsons, butterflies, spider webs, “Flat Stanley,” and her nephew home safe from the military. You will see her photos on a number of pages of our website. Today, I have more photos to share.

Charlotte Croft and her husband, Bert

A Christmas wreath is a sign of the season that is upon us, and what better frame for this pair of smiling faces of Charlotte and Bert Croft!

Church in E. Barnard, VT

Charlotte’s church in E. Barnard, VT looks like it’s in the Christmas spirit, all decked out with snow.

Group made

When Charlotte is not busy with family, church, and work, she makes quilts. This particular one is a “Quilt of Valor” quilt that she helped to make.

Friends Meet at the Billings Museum

Just to remind us all that snow season is not forever, here is a photo of Carrie, Charlotte, and Pat, last August.

We’d like to take a moment to thank all of our readers who send us photos and questions and who share our enthusiasm for all things textile. Hope you are enjoying the holiday season!

Pat and Jim Cummings

Time: An Unfathomable Entity

Saturday, December 8th, 2007

On a daily basis, we all live “in real time” but we are actually all on our own time schedule. We all measure time a bit differently, in our own minds. Usually, we think that other people should hurry up. We all want to finish whatever we are doing quickly, just to dispense with the task. If you want to enjoy life, immerse yourself in the current task.

I have looked at doing dishes by hand, in a very different manner, since an out-of-state friend visited me in the year 2000. After we had partaken of a piece of cake and coffee, she insisted on doing the dishes. I told her they could wait, and we should probably go on our way (to Keepsake Quilting). She exclaimed, “I just love to do dishes. I so enjoy the warm water on my arthritic hands, and I love the soap suds. You wouldn’t want to deprive me now, would you?” So, as if we had all the time in the world, I let her “enjoy” the task.

Most of us have more things to accomplish in a day than we really need. We have the expectations of other people, mainly our employment commitments and the needs of our family. We have doctor and dentist appointments. Some of us belong to groups or organizations in which we are active. Pets are another consideration, as are children. Food is an overriding concern, whether we prepare it at home or rely on take-out. Many of us have little actual time to call our own.

Sometimes, we seem to be trying to fill up all the minutes of the day without taking even a minute to consider the bigger picture of life. If you knew that you only had one more day to live, or one more hour, how would you spend it? Would you do something differently?

Most of us don’t think about such things and we prefer not to do so. Then, we turn on the news, and there it is: another school shooting, or another suicide bomb in Iraq, or another mall shooting. It is not too much of a stretch of the imagination to figure out that the person who no longer breathes, could be you. We hear of accidents all time: trucks that run into apartment buildings and explode, poisonous gases unleashed in subways, and people run down by cars, while just trying to cross the street. Somehow, we feel smug. We know it wasn’t us. We feel liberated from fear.

The truth of the matter is simple. We all live on God’s time. He is reported to have made the world in seven days. Those seven days were, no doubt, centuries. The earth was created and evolved by His own measure of time. By that same measure, we may have a long time to live, or a relatively short sojourn here. Quantity of minutes is not the key to happiness; quality is.

I urge you to attack each of the chores that you must do, with a sense of joy that you are able to do them. You possess the capability “to inflict” happiness on someone else, just by your carefree spirit. Like a butterfly, all you really have to be is present in the moment. Furthermore, if you ever run out of dishes that you are just dying to wash by hand, there are usually a few in my sink. Come on over!

Patricia Cummings

Christmas Stocking Ideas

Friday, December 7th, 2007

Everyone loves a Christmas stocking! Isn’t it fun to discover all the hidden treasures? We think of stockings for children, but adults enjoy them, too! Tradition has it that an orange is to be placed in the toe of the stocking. When I was growing up, there was always a shiny apple, something chocolate, a small hand-held game, and a new toothbrush.

Stockings are getting larger all the time, as are Halloween collection bags! So, there is plenty of room to add a paperback book, a small stuffed animal, a new watch, or a pair of earrings, and a box of crayons, or colored pencils for drawing.

At a time when entertainment prices are skyrocketing, think about giving gift certificates to the movies, or a bookstore, or purchase tickets to a concert. Provide a gift membership to a museum. Add a music CD, a bobblehead doll, or a pair of woolen socks. A gift subscription to a newspaper, or to a magazine that addresses the interests of the receiver, is always welcome.

Red and green foil-wrapped Hershey kisses seem to be a “hit,” as are the gold-foil wrapped chocolate “coins.” Of course, for those who want a dramatic presentation of an engagement ring, that could be tucked into a stocking, too!

Fruit for health, chocolate for happiness, music of some kind to give us joy – these are the main things that come to mind when I think of Christmas stockings. A membership to a fitness club or to a local hotel swimming pool could be a very welcome gift for those who want to tone up in the new year.
Oh, another idea is to make up a little needlework kit for a child to embroider, perhaps a bookmark or some other small project that is readily finished.

Children who would like to give a gift but don’t have a lot of money of their own can make a little booklet and write down chores that they will gladly do, such as taking out the trash or doing the dishes. Alternatively, the child could promise to do his/her homework without being nagged, or to just pick up his or her own “stuff” around the house, on a regular basis.
If you use your creativity intuition, you are bound to please the loved ones on your Christmas stocking list.

While you are at it, don’t forget to bake some yummy sugar cookies for Santa! My mom always found that while he liked her cookies, he preferred her delectable coconut layer cake with buttercream frosting and apricot preserves in the middle! Have fun!

Merry Christmas!

Patricia Cummings

Annual Trek to LaSalette Shrine

Friday, December 7th, 2007

La Salette Shrine in Enfield, NH

This photo shows a partial view of the extensive (yearly) light display at the LaSalette Shrine in Enfield, NH. Bus loads of people come from as far away as Canada to enjoy the testimony of faith.

Every Christmas season, we make our way to “Our Lady of LaSalette” shrine in Enfield, New Hampshire, across from Enfield Shaker Village on Lake Mascoma. The side of a very tall hill is always decorated with many colored lights in the shapes that form trees, hearts, poinsettias, candles, bells, a wreath, musical notes, an anchor, angels and words, including “Joy,” “Faith,” “Love,” “Peace,” “The Wise Still Seek Him,” and “Come Rejoice.” With a carpet of snow that glistens like little diamonds, the area is a sight to behold.

Additional features of the place, run by the LaSalette Brothers, are a dining room where one can purchase loaves of homemade bread, hot dogs, hot mulled cider, and homemade cookies. A gift shop sells many religious items from rosary beads to crucifixes to music, books, jewelry, manger scenes, and more. Outside there are some creches of Nativity scenes set up – one for the Magi including a magnificent camel, and another for the traditional Christmas scene of the Holy Family.

The Magi

The Three Magi bring gold, frankincense, and myrrh to the Christ Child.

We are drawn to the place partly due to our own early religious training, but especially because it is uplifting and inspiring to see the light display that is such a strong expression of faith. I am pleased to know that my late brother, Jack, was chosen to serve as one of the altar boys for the first Mass ever said in the LaSalette chapel. At the time, he was an altar boy in the Diocese of Manchester, New Hampshire. I may have know what year that was, at one time, but if so, I’ve since forgotten.

Many of the “pilgrims,” like us, show up at the shrine toting cameras to try to capture the moment. A number of businesses throughout the state underwrite the LaSalette light display. If you are in the area, it is well worth the trip.

Nativity scene

All of the photos shared here are the work of James Cummings. This Nativity scene reminds us that “Christ” is at the center of the holiday’s celebration.

Patricia Cummings

Ugly Quilts

Thursday, December 6th, 2007

Someone contacted me this week to ask if I would make quilts for veterans who are homeless, to “honor them.” I don’t know how many homeless veterans exist, nor do I know the number of homeless people in America. They are the hidden minority in my state. Of course, it is kind of crazy to live as a homeless person in New Hampshire, a state that gets a lot of cold and inclement weather. Hearsay has it that my city used to provide one-way tickets to Florida, until that action was deemed unconstitutional (or something!).

I saw this situation of homeless vets described briefly on television, a few years ago, but have not heard any talk of them since then. I would imagine that such people would like something to keep them warm, more than they would enjoy owning a quilt as “an honor.”

So saying, my thoughts immediately turn to “Ugly Quilts.” I tried to explain the program to the fellow who contacted me. I have a fair idea of how it works because I was a past volunteer. He wanted to know why the quilts are called “Ugly.”

The quilts have been given that designation because they are not meant to be works of art. They are purposefully not made “beautiful” because the intent is for them to have no resale value. It would not be a good idea to make the homeless a target of crime by anyone who thinks that he/she could sell the quilts for money. The main goal is warmth and shelter.

Therefore, quilts of this kind might include different weights of material, printed panels that did not have the right “registration,” fabric that has faded or run, recycled draperies (that are lined and therefore protective from the elements because of their insulating factor), and recycled clothing. The filling (batting) can be left over pieces of batting, or an old blanket that might otherwise be discarded. The quilts are tied instead of quilted, and they close via old neckties, after the quilt is rolled up. In this manner, ugly quilts can be easily carried on one’s back.

Church or community groups get together to make these quilted comforters. The program is meant to utilize donated materials, and to be a no-cost effort (except for one’s time, that is).

The crucial part of the program is to be able to work with social agencies and social workers who can identify the parties in need, and who volunteer to distribute the finished quilts. Most of us would be too reticent to approach a seemingly homeless person and ask if they could use a sleeping bag, although this has been done in Philadelphia and in some of the larger cities.

Inside the quilt is a reclosable plastic bag that contains small toiletries items such as toothpaste, a toothbrush, and soap, or other donated useful things, as well as a non-judgmental message of hope and love.

One person cannot “do it all,” but together, we can all make a small difference. For more information about the “Ugly Quilts” or “My Brother’s Keeper” programs, please visit this site.

Patricia Cummings

“We Are Neighbors”

Tuesday, December 4th, 2007

For my eighth birthday, our former neighbor, a family friend who was also an elementary school teacher, presented me with a textbook full of short stories and poems, in other words, a “reader.” The title of it is, We Are Neighbors. In scanning the book, which I have kept all these years, I can see that it presents the same kind of thinking that was entrenched in the popular culture of the 1950s, when everything was, as far as we knew, rosy.

There are verses about answering the door when the doorbell rings. The short poem says that it might be the postman bringing letters from far away, it might be the bread man with pies and cakes to sell, or it might be a workman, with “new things to do.” Thinking of a recent time when someone answered their door, at night, only to be stabbed, robbed, and held hostage, it seems that times certainly have changed.

A certain air of innocence pervaded our thoughts, in the mid-twentieth century. Amid the television shows of “Father Knows Best,” and “Leave it to Beaver,” we were all led to believe that if we just “tried in school,” if we “just worked a little harder,” all would be well. It was a time of stay at home moms, delivery of fresh milk, and wearing a hat to church on Sunday.

Our awareness of the greater world was much more limited. How things have changed, helped by mass media and the Internet! While it is good to know “about” other people, we have lost something in the neighborly attitude that was captured to some extent in the 1970s show for children, “Mr. Roger’s Neighborhood.” I mourn the fact Mr. Rogers, that sweet, gentle minister, has passed on, and that my grandson will probably never see his show.

In Mr. Rogers world, there was acceptance of those who are different than “us.” In his realm, it was important to be “dressed for the occasion.” In his part of the universe, there was friendliness and peace and a cooperative spirit, in sharp contrast to what happens today.

In 2007, if it is convenient to a political agenda, lies are told, whether they be about an individual, or about another country. Moral sensibility and moral responsibility appear to be unknown concepts. That’s why it is apparently acceptable to portray another country as having the intent to make nuclear weapons when that country’s plan to do so has long been abandoned. Sometimes, I wish that I didn’t know a thing about the shenanigans of elected officials. Usually what I find out is a disappointment.

The statement, “We are neighbors,” is becoming more and more a subject for debate. The first question is, “Do we even know our neighbors?” If you live in a city, chances are good that you do not know them. You may wave at them, but your friendliness, at that point, has reached an apex. We are “busy.” At least that is our excuse.

How did we get to this point? If we can’t be friendly with our actual neighbors, how can we have a cooperative spirit toward other nations? I am just wondering which events have changed us into fearful people. I suppose that is a question for sociologists to try to figure out. Are we afraid that there won’t be a piece of pie left for us? I leave it to you to ponder. As for me, I think I’ll take a little detour and revisit the world of “Mr. Green Jeans,”" Nibbles the Squirrel,” and “Tabby the Cat,” just for old time’s sake.

Patricia Cummings

The Mystique of Bob Dylan

Monday, December 3rd, 2007

If you asked Bob Dylan what it felt like to be the “voice of his generation,” he’d ask you what you mean. He is, and always has been, his own voice. Last night, our local PBS station was running selected clips of Dylan’s career. Clearly, he has always been his own person.

There is something captivating about him. He charms us with his disjointed lyrics, that often capture a universal truth with which we can identify. Then, like a bird on the wing, his words are swept along by the wind, going in different directions. They sometimes retain a sense of clarity known only to himself. However, the lyrics are delivered with such passion and conviction, the listener is convinced that there is a greater meaning that might require further exploration. In summary, his uncanny ability to craft words is his mystique.

My brother attended the Newport Folk Festival in the early 1960s. Seven years younger than him, I wasn’t allowed to go along because all of “those hippies, draft-dodgers, and otherwise unsavory characters” would be there. My parents had heard the strains of Dave van Ronk, emanating from Steve’s bedroom, and had listened to him singing along in a loud, deep voice. My parents decided that the words, “cocaine … run all around my brain,” were not lyrics suitable for an impressionable teenager, such as myself, to experience first hand.

In Rhode Island, amid the mix of acoustic guitars, comes this upshot, skinny “kid” with his electric guitar. Although he was boo-ed off the stage by the folk purists, at the end of that song, Dylan returned with his acoustic guitar to sing, “It’s All Over Now, Baby Blue,” a song that may have had more intrinsic meaning than that of a mere love song. Could it have been a harbinger of the end of “just” acoustic folk music? Some analysts say that Dylan achieved something unexpected that day, and that his performance was, in fact, the beginning of the folk-rock movement.

The thing with Dylan is that one is never quite sure what he means, or what his exact points of reference are. His most popular songs seem to be the more straightforward and easily understood ones, for example, “Times They Are A Changin’.” Quite often, Dylan waxes poetic, and the message that might be more palatable in a print format gets lost in the trailing words of a song with so many lyrics. His songs are sometimes like a speeding train. We know there are people inside, we just can’t make out their faces, and then they are “gone.”

Musical groups such as The Bryds recorded a number of Dylan songs. “Mr. Tambourine Man” is one of those. One has to listen closely when Dylan sings. It’s almost as though he is purposely slurring or losing some of his words just to get people to pay close attention. He can almost defy us to make sense of the onslaught of his allusions. At other times, his enunciation is pronounced, if not “over-enunciated,” and the words are completely understandable.

While watching the PBS special, I was struck by both the creative genius and musical prowess of this weaver of words. I enjoyed seeing the old footage. It took me back to a time and place when I was young, and when performers like Joan Baez, Judy Collins, and Bob Dylan were carrying on and modifying the folk tradition solidified by Pete Seeger, The Weavers, Woody Guthrie and others. Only in old videos can we revisit the past in this way, and for a short time, transcend the fact that we have aged, and that new musical trends are in place now.

Folk music, the ’60s, Newport, Woodstock, and all that was part of that scene will live on, especially as remembered by those of us who were profoundly influenced by the music of those times. Bob Dylan stands out as a pivotal part of the changing music. While his earlier music is most within reach, he is still composing and playing music today. However, we have been the richer to see Dylan change and grow and share the interior recesses of his mind’s perceptions. We are all the more blessed.

Patricia Cummings

The Danger of Radical “Religions”

Sunday, December 2nd, 2007

The other night, I sat in amazement, watching the evening news. Seems that a teacher “had allowed” her young student to name a teddy bear, “Muhammed,” the name of the “last” prophet. On the face of it, I suppose that the action was tantamount to calling the same teddy bear, “Jesus.” Most Christians would object to that, with the reason being that the name is special and reserved for “the Holy One.”

The incident could have passed without notice, but it didn’t. Threats of violence against the teacher, Gillian Gibbons, were voiced. She will be deported from Sudan after serving jail time of fifteen days. That is a slight improvement over the 40 lashes first threatened. The sentence was meted out after Gibbons was found guilty of insulting Islam under Article 125 of a code.

To the western mind, the situation is bizarre. Perhaps the child could have been urged to chose a different name, and perhaps he could have been helped to select a more appropriate one. However, the angry faces of the irate men marching through the streets, calling for her death, and waving placards … is frightening and unbelievable.

Religion, when practiced in a fanatical sense, usually does more harm than good. Absolutism, the thought that either a person or a group of people are unequivocably right, is dangerous. The religion of Islam is one of the oldest belief systems and is worthy of respect as one of the world’s major religions. However, extremist Muslims who want to hurt other people and take over the world are only enacting a form of despotism and a form of 9-11 mentality.

We don’t have to look very far to read accounts of leaders who tried to ensure their own brand of religion. An example is the Christmas story itself, with Herod’s mandate of killing baby boys. We need not look very far, into supposedly religious lives, to find Popes who kept concubines and who could be “paid” to forgive sins or grant favors. In the workings of the Spanish Inquisition, we see “religion” at its worse, with the tortures, forced confessions, and burnings at the stake. In America, we can see some of these practices carried out against the “witches” of Salem, Massachusetts, and we acknowledge strict Puritanical thought, seated in intolerance.

The truth of the matter is that, in the long run, it matters not what a little boy calls a teddy bear. Love, understanding, forbearance: these are what matter in life. How can someone espouse to love God when he cannot and does not love his fellow man? For, we are told, we are all made in the likeness of the Creator. Anyone who would seek to BE a religious leader must first act like one, in word, thought, and deed. The old saying stands: “You can get more flies with honey than with vinegar.” So, to persuade anyone else that your particular brand of religion is best, try playing “nice.”

Patricia Cummings

Update on December 3, 2007:  The President of Sudan has granted a presidential pardon to the British school teacher and she is now back in Great Britain. She reports feeling sorry to have been asked to leave the country. We are happy to see this tense situation come to a peaceful end.