Archive for October, 2008

The Just Throw Money At It Theory

Thursday, October 16th, 2008

I have been listening to politicians again and a recurrent theme is the idea that if you throw money at a problem, (read the statement as “throw money down the tubes), then all will be well. I am here to tell you that there is no amount of money that can be spent in any educational system that will prevent “unwanted pregnancies.” Kids are foolish. It will never happen to them … they won’t get “caught.” In this case, raging hormones prevail. Teenagers should know better, but in the heat of the moment, they don’t act better.

We have all these buzz words swirling around Washington. One phrase, “No child left behind,” is a nightmare of a concept, in the opinions of most teachers who would rather teach content, than to teach to the test.

“Pork barrel spending” is another concept. The idea is to propose as much expensive legislation as possible, and then accuse your cohorts of too much involvement with spending that involves cronyism.

Like not being about to see the forest for the trees, we don’t examine the small impact of many interventions (questionable solutions?), that lead to a large impact.

And, women! I can’t tell you how many women I know who are indifferent to the political process and are not even registered voters. These people are casual acquaintances or I would read them the riot act about the fact that women did not gain the right to vote until 1920 and they should take advantage of the Right of Suffrage. Women can bring sensibility to the political process, as well as a sensitivity and accountability.

No, money is not the entire answer to any problem. For example, money will not bring better teachers into our schools. Teachers are either well-schooled, astute, and have the temperament for dealing with children, or they don’t. More money cannot change someone’s basic personality, nor their own responsibility for pursuing classes that will improve their professional functioning.

Last night’s debate made me nervous. Somehow, it struck me as disingenuous. McCain seemed to be glaring, seemingly in the attack mode. At times, Obama seemed to be broadly smiling for no particular reason, and hopefully not in derision of his opponent. He also did not answer a direction question about spending … at all. I was left with the wish that Mrs. Clinton had been given her party’s nomination, and I have the same sadness as I did when Al Gore did not win. The most able people are sometimes shoved aside in politics, perhaps never to run again.

I was more confident and hopeful before watching the last of the debates, last night. Like everyone else, we will have to wait and see, hope and pray, that the process will even out and the best man will remain standing. As for money being an answer for anything … ever … I believe that is a false notion. Having more money only makes the affluent more greedy and does nothing for the “little guy.” The politicians are right! There are no “trickle down” economics, unless you count a few more pennies in tips for restaurant workers. We continue to count down to November 4, and in the meantime, hope for the best.

Patricia Cummings

Mystery Tour

Wednesday, October 15th, 2008

foliage along the contoocook river
Foliage along the Contoocook River in Peterborough, New Hampshire

We are supposedly on vacation, and taking a few day trips in the general vicinity. When Jim proposed a mystery tour yesterday, I was intrigued. We ended up in Deerfield, Massachusetts, but rather than going to the Museum, as usual, or to the Mariposa butterfly museum, or to an antique shop, the car pulled into the Yankee Candle Shop, a place that I had never envisioned wanting to go. I was in for a bigger treat than I could have imagined.

Upon walking in the front door, some welcome rest stations are situated to the left, and a kindly greeter stands with maps in hand. Yes, a map is needed to navigate one’s way through the many rooms! However, candles were not all that was in store. They have rooms of Christmas ornaments and moreover, dark, cavernous-like rooms with Bavarian villages set up by way of lit villages with homes, transoms up the side of a “mountain,” a waterfall, Christmas trees, and more. My passion for collecting extends to Christmas ornaments and since I have so many, I don’t really need more, so I have a good excuse to buy for other people.

There were animated, what we call them?, faux cowboys that moved, sang, talked, and were really neat figures. At once, singing about sleeping under the crimson sky, and then talking about the great fudge, sold across the aisle, they could have been politicians, with their quick turn of subjects. There were some benches so that folks could sit and listen to the hillbilly music.

The cafĂ© had a limited menu, and while I ate a bowl of chowder, my ears were bombarded by a salesman who was doing his best (annoyingly) to see every product in his “line” to an apparently gullible client. He went on and on and on, in the cramped space.

I picked up a few things, and Jim bought some fudge which I must admit was some of the finest ever had. In all, the place was overwhelming in a sensorial way. Overcome with the fragrances emanating from everything – cosmetics, spice pads, candles – I needed some fresh air and went outside to sit in a rocker. I was pleasantly enjoying the sight of the huge, round Chrysanthemum balls, hanging all around, and the landscapes of flowers and unique ornamental grasses. Finally, Jim came out with a couple of little bags. He exclaimed that since we spent so much, we had been given a … (drumroll) … a scented candle! I had to laugh. Can you see the irony?

Great place to visit! There are picnic tables and it would be a great idea to bring a lunch. There is also a restaurant on the premises, too gourmet (spicy) to suit me, and prices start at about $14.50.

So, that was our mystery tour for something a little different than usual. Without the map, we would surely have gotten lost. Even with the map, I surely would have gotten lost! Their Halloween decorations were wonderful, and all in all, this place gets a two thumbs up from us. Thanks to Jim’s co-workers who recommended it!

Patricia Cummings

Ain’t it the Truth … or is it?

Tuesday, October 14th, 2008

Some wise person once said that a lie can get half way around the world before the truth can get his pants on. This is not a blog about politicians, although it could be, in the last days of the election. This blog is not about the shysters would lie and cheat their way to the top. This blog is also not about grandiose, but mentally disturbed people, who tell lies about their abilities. One thing to remember is to never say that you are “fluent” in another language, when all you can do is to say “hello.” Once, I was tutoring a student in quilting when out of the blue, she told me that she was able to speak a long list of languages, one of them being Spanish. When I began speaking in Spanish, she drew a blank look and said that she “used to speak that one fluently.” Yes, and my pet pig is green.

Lies like that, meant to temporarily inflate one’s ego, don’t actually hurt anyone other than the liar himself/herself, it seems, but I have also learned that people who find it easy to tell any lie, also have no problem stealing, cheating, etc., in other words, living a life that is not even true to themselves.

Do you know the lies I despise the most? Falsehoods and fabrications about quilt history, when these are shared with a group, either online, in person, or in the media, including books. Lies do seem to “stick” more quickly, and often, no one challenges them because they come from the lips of an “expert.” Ha! That is a misnomer, in most cases.

Now, some people “mean well” when they blithely share their misinformation. In one instance, someone listed Kate Greenaway as still designing motifs in the 1930s, quite an achievement for someone who died in 1901. Of course, typos can come into play. Then again, we have a quilt that was reproduced, time and again, yet the “original” has never been seen, and its location is unknown (probably because it never existed in the first place?) – See my new book for more details.

Sometimes, information is misinterpreted, a common occurrence with us humans. We even misread each others’ intentions. The current political scene is a good example of that with the lady stating that she thinks Obama is not to be trusted because he is an Arab. Well, last I knew, an “Arab” was someone from Arabia who speaks Arabic. Even if he were, there are many law abiding, Arab-Americans, according to the media.

Of course, some remarks that are lies are intentionally made by people who want to try to gain the upper hand, by small minded toads, and by others who want to damage someone’s reputation. No matter what the reason is for lying, there is no sufficient justification. In the case of politics, the means do not justify the end.

I hope that in politics and in the rest of life, we can begin to concentrate on what is good about each other. The less attention given to the negatives, the better. I just hope that people who should know better, will begin to take extraordinary care when they impart information. After all, who would want to hear, “Liar, liar, pants on fire,” or worse yet, be caught with their pants down?

Patricia Cummings

The Beautiful Mrs. Webster

Friday, October 10th, 2008

Cover of CD
The beautiful Mrs. Ellen Webster is seen in this photo probably taken in 1893, if that is, indeed, her wedding dress. After months of researching and writing, I have finally turned over a Master Copy of the CD that contains information about Mrs. Webster and all of her activities. She had a keen mind that was active right up until the time of her “unexpected death” at 82.

The CD is in pdf format and can be viewed using any computer that has downloaded Adobe Reader, a free software program. There is a lot to like about this format, including easy scrolling through the pages.

I am just thrilled that we decided to give this piece of history to the New Hampshire Historical Society so that they can replicate the CD and sell it in their museum store to raise funds that will stay with them. It feels good to present this gift.

More information about the project is located on the index page of our website, along with ordering details.

  • http://www.quiltersmuse.com
  • Do yourself a favor and send for this unique and wonderful product.

    Thanks to my friends who have been passing out brochures at meetings and promoting the project verbally. All help is needed and appreciated.

    Patricia Cummings, quilt historian, and James Cummings, photographer and photo editor

    Pumpkin People A North Country Delight

    Wednesday, October 8th, 2008

    Yesterday, Jim pointed the car in the direction of north and took me to a previously undisclosed location. In the North Country of New Hampshire, it is time to celebrate autumn, and Jim had heard about the “Pumpkin People.” There were dozens of these displays, each of them different, and to show you what they are like, I have chosen five scenes from his many photos. Other great ones, we have had to leave out due to space constraints. The foliage was grand, the people friendly, and the weather cooperative. If you love to take photos, this is the time to head north.
    Pumpkin Men in front of Jackson Inn
    Here is another one we liked:
    Pumpkin Head Bicycler
    This is adorable!
    Pumpkin Cows
    How cute is this?
    Pumpkin Dogs
    Who are these people?
    Three Pumpkin people
    Hope you have enjoyed this mini-show of what awaits you in the towns of Jackson and Bartlett.

    Patricia Cummings (all photos by James Cummings/all rights reserved).

    Instant Family

    Monday, October 6th, 2008

    This photo was sent to us by Charlotte in Vermont, and I think it speaks for itself. I believe she said that a friend snapped the picture in Colorado.
    Black Bear with cubs

    Locked Moose

    Monday, October 6th, 2008

    Several years ago, we saw an exhibit of two moose, locked by their antlers. Of course, they died in the same position. Now the two travel together on the back of a trailer. Their bodies have been reconstructed by a taxidermist. The NH Locked Moose Antler Project, Inc. tells the history of this project and manages the schedule for this exhibit.

  • http://www.foreverlocked.org
  • Moose Struggle
    photo by James Cummings, Quilter’s Muse Publications

    Patricia Cummings

    Apples, Leaves, and Nuts

    Saturday, October 4th, 2008

    One thing that Jim and I have in common is our love of autumn. This past week, we took a drive through the North Country of New Hampshire, and there, the leaves are glorious! What splendiferous examples of God’s paintbrush at work, in colors of yellow, crimson, orange, and red, juxtaposed again the many Evergreen and Fir trees. I noticed that some of the roadside ferns were yellow, others rust-colored, and still others a deep mauve, and I wondered about the reason for the variations.

    autumn in New Hampshire

    The day was rainy, off and on, and fog obscured the tops of the mountains. The fields were a vibrant green in places where they had been fertilized and farmed for hay. We saw one large working dairy farm, with Holsteins, and several pastures with Swiss cows, with their distinctive markings. A white chicken was keeping two horses company.

    Amusingly, we passed a “Moose Tour” bus. Do the drivers know something we don’t know? Maybe there are a few trained moose who stick their noses out of the bushes, just as the bus passes? Or maybe they hire some kids to push a faux moose forward so that it can be seen, just for the delight of the viewers.

    In all the years I have lived in New Hampshire, I have seen three Moose. One was running around a swampy area north of Keepsake Quilting (in Center Harbor). One was in the middle of the road of my home town, Deerfield, at dusk. The other was browsing vegetation by the side of the road in Jackson, NH. Oh, and one more: I saw a moose crossing a field in northern Maine, but that is Maine. That’s it. Four live moose have I seen. And here these city slicker tourists come to my state and expect to see a moose in the same day … and while riding a large “Moose Tour” bus that any self-respecting moose could see a mile away.

    Well, around the time we spotted the bus, we were feeling hungry. Stopping at one of two restaurants in the nearest town, we were greeted by a sign that they were out of mooseburgers! What a shame, huh? I took a bet on this restaurant because I could see so many old people sitting inside. I figured they had good taste. Now, I wish we’d packed a lunch. I scoured the menu, looking for something that was priced under $14.99 or $16.99. I settled on a tuna roll at about $5.00, and a cup of Fish Chowder at ?.

    The tuna roll was not grilled. In fact, it appeared that the tuna was plunked into the roll directly, sans celery or mayo. At least, it was edible. The Fish Ran Through It Chowder looked menacing and was not at all warm. The milk was very thin, and like reconstituted milk, you know, watery. I did see a few tiny chunks of potato, but everything considered, I told the waitress to take it back. I am not a fussy eater, generally-speaking, but I’ve learned to trust my instincts.

    After being given the wrong amount of change, five dollars in the waitress’ favor, we didn’t feel like staying there any long, so we just considered the rip off an overabundant tip. Heading south from Errol, we pulled off the road a few times and were so glad we did. There was a lovely waterfall, and a wayside marker, set beside a cemetery of some early settlers who perished there. We wondered if the small stones without markings, in the same fenced area, were there to designate the graves of children.

    Roadside marker with information about Dixville early settlers

    In Lancaster, we visited a little antique shop that had interesting items but nothing I needed or wanted. The main goal of “getting away for the day” was accomplished and enjoyed by both of us. The trouble is coming home again to face all of everything that constantly needs doing. After seeing how badly someone can botch soup making, I now feel like making some good Fish Chowder, my mother’s recipe. That always falls within the category of “comfort food.”

    a cart with no owner, marked

    This week is “peak foliage” for northern New Hampshire and Vermont. The leaves, the brisk air, and the overall look of fall landscapes are a wonderful experience. While you are at it, stop at an orchard and buy some apples or pumpkins. Unlike squirrels, we do not have to gather up nuts for the cold winter, but we can gather memories of beautiful trees, and a special time that comes but once a year.

    Patricia Cummings