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Friday, December 26th, 2008

Today, we took a ride up I-93 to the north country of New Hampshire and Jim took along his camera, in case he saw anything interesting to capture on film. Here are two of his photos:

winter scene of flowing water in NH

From this photo, you can see that, right now, we are in the midst of the colors of white, black, and grey – the standard main colors of winter here, except for the evergreen trees. These colors have a kind of peaceful, hypnotic quality to them. The photo below was taken somewhere close to a town called “Waterville Valley,” famous for its ski resort. I particularly favor the Birch trees and always remember Robert Frost’s poem, “Birches” that you can read here:

Jim spotted a sign for a covered bridge, one of our favorite sightings, so we made a little detour and found the Smith Millennium Bridge in or near Rumney, New Hampshire, on a back road.

Smith Millennium Bridge in NH

If you enjoy seeing covered bridges, we have a whole file of them, here:

We hope you have enjoyed seeing a few more glimpses of the place we call “home,” our beloved New Hampshire.

Patricia and James Cummings,

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Friday, December 26th, 2008

Christmas tree 2008 - downtown Concord, NH

Usually, downtown Concord is a bustling place. Sometimes, we have to circle around and around, before finding a parking place. However, on Christmas night, it was an enchanting, almost empty sight. The creche set up by the Rotary Club and the Knights of Columbus was set in place, alongside a tall, lighted Christmas tree with a star at the top, both placed in front of the State House.

The dome of the State House was repainted gold, in recent years. When I worked there, I was invited to climb to the top of the dome, one day, and there is quite a view from that vantage point. The State House is located in back of the manger scene and is not visible in the photos here.

manger scene - Concord, NH

The night was cold but not too breezy. I asked Jim to take a photo of the temperature, as it appeared outside of Merrimack County Savings Bank.

0 centigrade  -  32 Fahrenheit

For one night, peace reigns on the sidewalks of Concord, New Hampshire.

Patricia and James Cummings

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Thursday, December 25th, 2008

While the holiday season will soon give way to the hustle and bustle of a new year, today is Christmas, and a time to spend with loved ones in relaxation and re-creation. We wish you the very best day possible, and our most fervent wish is that you may look beyond the tinsel and the gifts to the deeper meaning of the day.

Merry Christmas!

We are ever mindful of our Jewish friends and family, and to them, we say, “Happy Chanukah!” That holiday lasts from December 22 to December 29, and is also called, “The Festival of Lights.” The lighting of the mennorah candles is a valued part of the Jewish tradition, as are the typical foods that are served, and the games that are played. However, Chanukah has its deep-seated religious convictions and remembrances, too.

No matter what faith tradition you practice, you, too, are a “child of God.” We wish you all the very best!

Patricia and James Cummings

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Sunday, December 21st, 2008

Oh, how we love to romanticize Christmas! One way to do that is to consider the images of Currier & Ives, my favorite one of which portrays a couple in a red sleigh being pulled by two trotting horses. The lithograph titled, . Look in the Gallery.

Then, again, we have Thomas Kincaide, the “Painter of Light,” with his cottage scenes, so cozy-looking, and always emanating light. I have visions of a Log Cabin in the woods with tall ceilings, room enough to hang a LOT of quilts! I can dream!

At Christmas time, I conjure up many images, from windswept, snowy prairies of the west, to New England church steeples and quaint villages of the east. It is funny how pictorial depictions can transport us to places we have never visited, and to scenes we have never personally experienced.

I suppose that many a woman has envisioned the actual “Star of Bethlehem,” while piecing the diamond shapes required to create a quilt by the same name.

In snowy climes, we think of Christmas as a winter holiday, exclusively, without considering that it is summer, right now, in other places … like Argentina. Manger scenes in print and elsewhere often show open-sided shelters for animals, palm trees, the desert, camels, etc. sure signs of a warmer climate than, say, New Hampshire.

Yet, over the years, songs have given testimony to a preference for snow on Christmas. Take for example, “White Christmas,” a song written by Irving Berlin, made popular by Bing Crosby who first introduced it in 1942 (during World War II). One can bet that a lot of GIs would have been dreaming of a “white Christmas,” at that point.

We each have our own comforting ideas and visions about perfect holidays – whether it is a crackling fireplace, a perfectly-made gingerbread house, or greeting cards hung around the room.

Personally, I have always wanted to ride in a sleigh. I think the idea is romantic. My partner thinks that looking at the rear end of a horse is less than romantic. He is probably right, but that is not exactly what I had in mind. It’s all in canadian pharmacy viagra spam … Flying across a field at a good clip, in the snow, going past red barns and mountains, in the distance, seeing the breath of farm animals in their pens, and feeling the exhilaration of the cold air on our faces … and more … those are my thoughts. Maybe someday, I’ll fulfill this dream. When one believes, anything is possible.

Our Best to You This Season,
Patricia Cummings

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Saturday, December 20th, 2008

During the holiday season, we always hear many songs with the word, “Mistletoe” included. Etymologists can only guess at the origin of the word itself. Of the variations of Mistletoe, all of them are parasitic plants (hemi-parasites) that utilize the resources of a host plant or tree, and have the potential to eradicate that plant.

Mistletoe was once considered an undesirable ecological phenomena until scientists realized that hundreds of species of nesting birds, as well as animals, benefit from its presence. Birds are responsible for pollinating the flowers of Mistletoe. Birds eat the plant’s white berries and distribute its seeds on the bark of trees, causing the spread of Mistletoe. The plant is found in Britain, North America, Australia, and Africa, and perhaps other locations.

Knowing all of that, how did mistletoe come to be associated with Christmas? The tradition of “kissing under the mistletoe” appears to be a transmutation of an old Scandanavian custom. Should enemies happen to meet under the mistletoe, they would call a truce for the day. So, today, should you want to be kissed, I suppose you could carry your own sprig of evergreen mistletoe and hold it over your head, when approaching your intended boyfriend or your beloved. :-)

Alas, all I have ever seen are the fake sprigs of Mistletoe that my mother used to hang from the beams in our living room at the farmhouse. If you happen to have the “real McCoy,” remember to not let children or animals ingest it. The plant’s leaves are poisonous, and if eaten, may cause severe abdominal distress and other adverse symptoms. Conversely, Mistletoe was considered, during earlier times, as a fertility aide, and today, scientists are finding ways to use it for medical benefits.

So you have seen, Mistletoe has had many responses to its existence. First considered a pest, it was later viewed as a safe haven for wildlife and birds. Considered poisonous, it has found medical uses in the past, and more are being developed. Most of all, Mistletoe is part of Christmas. To read a list of many songs in which it is mentioned, read the whole article from which I gleaned the above information:

Hope you are enjoying the Saturday before Christmas. In New Hampshire, it is a snowy day and we have a lot more snow on the way, predicted for tomorrow. I love learning about the history of our holiday customs. I hope you enjoyed this post about Mistletoe.

Patricia L. Cummings
Happy Holidays!

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Saturday, December 20th, 2008

side view of Harriet Wilson

In an out of the way park that borders a pond and an old railroad track in Milford, New Hampshire, there stands a beautiful statue made by a sculptor who based the monument tribute on nothing more than Harriet Wilson’s own written descriptions of herself. Harriet was an indentured servant to a local family, and is credited with writing a book called, canadian pharmacy viagra spam. To those who have studied canadian pharmacy viagra spam, the book’s genre seems to be a mix of autobiographical accounts and a nineteenth century slave narrative. I have written more about the book in .

Recently, we learned that another photo of the statue, taken by James Cummings, will be utilized in the creation of an exhibit in Boston. More details to follow.

Patricia Cummings,

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Friday, December 19th, 2008

My better half found this while trolling online:

If you follow the links, you will see two quilts that adorn the entrances to caves. Apparently, many Chinese have taken to living in underground dwellings that are complete with electricity, compact storage, a “heated” bed, and all the comforts of home … because … it is home!

So, next time you threaten to leave home and go live in a cave, remember to do it in style. It’s a good idea to make your cave entrance quilts, ahead of time.

Patricia Cummings,

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Thursday, December 18th, 2008

The recollection of the song, “The Holly and the Ivy,” made me wonder a bit today about the significance and the symbolism of “holly.” This is what I learned. A legend that is told worldwide is that when King Herod sent his soldiers to find and slaughter any male children, Mary attempted to hide baby Jesus under a scraggly bush. Immediately, the leaves began to grow to plush proportions and the wee child was spared.

Holly survives in the coldest climates and is available in many places to bring into the home as a decoration. It is believed that holly once had white berries, but that the crown that was placed on Jesus’ head caused blood to stream over the berries, transforming them to the red color we know today. For Christians, holly can be a symbol of Christ’s sacrificial blood.

The Ancient Druids that occupied Ireland viewed holly as a religious symbol that possessed mystical powers. This superstition carried forward to the Celtic people who inhabited the same area. They placed holly at entry points of the house, thinking that it would ward off evil spirits.

Even the ancient Romans used holly while observing their December 12th Festival of Saturnalia, a special celebration to honor the Sun God, Saturn. The god supposedly favored holly by allowing it to retain its deep green color all year long.

The holly bush was thought by Roman scientist, Pliny the Elder, (23 A.D.-79 A.D.) to have the ability to convert water to ice.

Some Christmas traditions are observed in song and in action, without our giving even a thought as to the custom’s origin. I thought you might enjoy learning all of the above. Next time you hear the song, “The Holly and the Ivy,” perhaps you will recall these tales.

Patricia Cummings

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Wednesday, December 17th, 2008

A lovely story about the origins of the Poinsettia’s associated with Christmas is one that I wrote about in an article for canadian pharmacy viagra spam magazine, and which also was re-published on my as follows: http://www.quiltersmuse.com/christmas-stockings.htm

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This year, Gerald Erichsen, the about.com guide for Spanish language, offers more information and historical details about poinsettias, in Spanish, “.” The about.com Spanish language site is a terrific resource for learners. If you are interested in improving your language skills, check out the site! Gerald puts a lot of work into it! (Thank you!)

No matter in what language Christmas stories are retold, there is something comforting about tradition, from the Christmas tree to holiday gifts and other celebratory engagements. I make no apologies for mentioning Christmas often. It’s “my” holiday. At the same time, I respect others who have different faith traditions and will make it a point to learn more about them, as I go through life.

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Tuesday, December 16th, 2008

We hear that the book canadian pharmacy viagra spam, ed. by Lynne Bassett will be available in about three weeks. This is a much awaited quilt history book that seems to be loaded with good information, if the preview is any indication.

Of course, the title is a take off on “The Commonwealth of Massachusetts,” the collective title of all the towns and cities there.

In other news, we went to the Newington (NH) Mall today, home of Ixtapa Mexican Restaurant. The place is about an hour away, but to celebrate special occasions, it is our destination. As usual, I ordered Pollo Yucatan, and Flan. As usual, it was wonderful. Now, I won’t eat for a week.

There was a lot of traffic on the roads, everywhere, and the mall parking lots were crowded, a good sign considering all the talk of the economy going downhill. Lines of shoppers were long. With more storms predicted for the area, people moved around today. At least the pavement was dry.

Today, we are working on another article (for the May issue of ). Jim always takes a lot of care in photography and I have a new appreciation of the art due to his efforts to do it “right.”

A nice site came to my attention this morning. Featured are can be downloaded free of charge, and directions for how to make a round Christmas ornament.

If anything else interesting comes my way today, I’ll be sure to let you know.

As always,

Patricia Cummings

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Monday, December 15th, 2008

REMICK MUSEUM CELEBRATES VACATION WEEK WITH HOLIDAY LUNCHEONS!

Remick Country Doctor Museum & Farm will offer Holiday Luncheons during the holiday vacation week on Monday through Wednesday, December 29- 31, 2008, in the Museum’s Visitor Center. Choose from two sittings: 11:30am- 12:15pm or 12:45pm- 1:30pm. Enjoy a meal by the hearthside fire prepared by Museum Interpreter, Virginia Taylor. Enjoy chicken soup, biscuits and butter, pound cake for dessert, and coffee and tea. $8 for adults; $5 for children. Reservations are required and space is limited. Please call Linda, Museum Receptionist at (603) 323- 7591 or (800) 686- 6117 to reserve your space.

Remick Museum horses at work

Remick Museum will offer horse drawn sleigh or wagon rides during the holiday vacation week, Monday through Wednesday, December 29- 31, 2008, from 11am- 3pm. $5 per person. Take a ride with Remick Museum’s own Belgian Mares, Brandy and Lady. There must be sufficient snow pack to allow the use of the sleigh; otherwise, wagon rides will be offered. Space is limited, and seats are available on a first come, first serve basis.

Sleigh/Wagon Rides will also be offered during February and spring vacation, along with children’s vacation week day camp programs.

Remick Museum is located at 58 Cleveland Hill Road, Tamworth, NH. For more information call (603) 323- 7591 or (800) 686- 6117, or visit our website at

Press Release received on December 15, 2008

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Sunday, December 14th, 2008

This morning, when I looked out the window, I saw the first bird I have seen in months. The little nuthatch was simply devouring a piece of suet that Jim had placed in a suet feeder, hanging from a sturdy Lilac branch. In better weather, it sports flowers.

Always, I have wondered where the birds go in inclement weather. With up to an inch of ice, clinging to branches in some areas of New Hampshire, causing downed power lines, and bad traveling conditions, I think about the wildlife and the birds. Where does one go when one’s habitat is under attack?

Maybe the nuthatch will spread the news that the food source is in place. We used to supply bird seed, until we realized that four legged critters were accessing fallen bird seed under the snow. They were also entering our home in great numbers, seeking a warm place to stay, between feedings. Mice can scoot inside via the tiniest cracks or fissures in the granite foundation of this house. As much as we try to cement up known areas of access, they always find a way to come in.

With deer and other wildlife struggling in conditions such as this, it is even more important to keep your domestic dog under control. Only irresponsible pet owners allow their dogs to run wild. In most, if not all New Hampshire communities, there is a leash law. Groups of dogs injure and kill deer, or worse for themselves, tangle with a porcupine, the results of that being painful to the dog and expensive for the dog owner.

We love Nature in the winter. Feeding birds with only suet means that we see only the little birds like juncos, chickadees, woodpeckers, and nuthatches; not the usual customers of Bluejays, Cardinals, mourning doves, and other birds. Everything in life involves a choice, and we choose not to issue a special invitation to the mice to enter our home. For now, I will enjoy the birds I see, as I await Spring and the chance to see Lilacs again, in their place.

Patricia Cummings

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Friday, December 12th, 2008

with Fireplace quilt, Christmas tree skirt, and stocking ornaments made by Pat.

A Christmas Poem

©2007. Patricia Cummings, Concord, NH

‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the manse,
the urchins were awaiting a man of expanse.
The stockings were hung with diligent care,
in hopes that the Gentleman, soon would appear.

Stevie was sleeping alone in his bed,
while Jackie laid, bug-eyed, hearing the tread
of reindeer and Santa, near the chimney they strode,
making dear Jackie run for the commode!

The mayhem on the roof was clearly proof certain.
Running to the window, Jackie drew back the curtain.
Alas, the old man made a quick get-away,
leaving Jackie to wonder, to hope, and to pray.

Did Santa leave presents or a black lump of coal?
To check this situation, could result in a scold.
For Mother and Father snoozed peacefully now.
To disturb their slumber could result in a row.

But he crept down the stairs, with nary a sound.
And, indeed, did see presents, strewn all around.
In the morning, over breakfast, he told his yearly yarn,
to complement the other story of the wee, lowly bairn.

Born in a manger, no room at the inn,
Come to save sinners from God-awful sin,
Redeemer and Savior, Emmanuel, too,
The Christmas tradition, ever old, ever new.

This poem is inspired by the antics of my oldest brother, Jack, who loved presents and did, indeed, report hearing Santa on the roof, each year. Anything is possible when we BELIEVE, and whether you call him St. Nicholas, Kris Kringle, or Santa Claus, “he” is the embodiment of the Christmas spirit. Please save a cookie or two for him, will you? And, while you’re at it, please set aside a carrot or an apple for each of the reindeer!

Blessings to you, this Yuletide, and peace, prosperity, and good health to everyone in the coming year.

Patricia and James Cummings

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Friday, December 12th, 2008

In New Hampshire, I woke up to iced – everything, from trees to a flag to rosebushes. Mother Nature was at it yesterday, reminding us that it is truly winter. It’s time to get out the quilt in progress, read a good book, and otherwise hunker down for the day. Yet, I hear cars driving past the house, so it is clear that some brave souls are venturing out to work. I suppose that is the advantage of “working from home.”

Snow is predicted, too, but so far, we have seen none of that. More snow is expected in the higher elevations.

New Hampshire is variable. We can have totally different weather on the seacoast than we have in the mountains, three hours away from each other. Snow is always fun, especially if you like to track the footprints (paw prints?) of animals. We have a book, Guide to Nature in the Winter, that helps to identify the animal who made the print.

To date, we have seen fox, deer, opossums, mink, raccoons, woodchucks, beavers, and skunks in our backyard, even without consulting their tracks. I love winter! I love the cozy, shut-in feeling that will turn to cabin fever by February or March! For now, I can do my quilting and my writing, keep the house clean, and plan some new creative projects, all from home. I can also work on my article for the May issue of canadian pharmacy viagra spam magazine … and that deadline is fast approaching.

Seize the moment. It comes but once in a lifetime.

Patricia Cummings

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Friday, December 12th, 2008

Before I read a book catalog today, I never before realized that psychologists have made a study of people who tell lies. An entire book is available to analyze why people tell lies. Lies are a curious thing and I would like to discuss them, inasmuch as I have run into quite a few people who tell lies, lately.

First of all, some lies start out as bragging. A person will claim to speak seven languages fluently, when, in essence, that person speaks their native language and one word of six others – you know, like … canadian pharmacy viagra spam, and “woof.”

Secondly, the person may brag about their family of origin’s wealth, such as their father raising a barn full of Thoroughbred horses that ran in the KY derby, when in fact, there was one broken-down old gelding in the barn, and a rambunctious, wild and untrained, three year old gelding. (Geldings don’t breed, as their “parts” have been altered).

Then, there are people who lie to cover up mistakes, by assigning blame to other people, named or unnamed, such as saying, “I am the victim here.” The proverbial “They” s______ (fill in the blank) me over” statement is used. I heard this recently from someone who has been arrested several times, in the last month alone.

There are lies of intent to mislead, but there are also inadvertent lies that are misstatements of fact, rather than intentional misrepresentations. Sometimes, scholarly “guessing,” that gets carried away, before facts are checked, can lead to this kind of lie. There are also lies, in print, that are just stupid mistakes or “typos.”

Then, every society has myths. The George Washington/ cherry tree story is one myth; the Betsy Ross/ American flag story is another. A more recent one is the tale of quilts being used on the Underground Railroad. People believe these stories because they fill a cultural void, or because they are repeated so often, believers come to be accept them as fact, when, indeed, the opposite is the case.

Children lie to their parents when they tell half-truths, or when they try to cover up something that they know would not have their parents’ approval. That is typical teenage behavior and part of the need for children to separate themselves from their parents and make their own choices … a step toward becoming an adult. Telling lies or half-truths is not the ideal, but it happens. Suddenly, a daughter, who has insisted that she and her boyfriend have not done anything besides hold hands, may show up expecting a baby. Oops! Everything becomes abundantly clear, at that moment. Some deception cannot be kept a secret forever.

I am just amazed that anyone would want to write a whole book about liars, but I can see the usefulness of such a volume. We always try to understand the psychology of deception, particularly when we have been the victims of it. At least three relationships (of mine) have been terminated, by me, in the past five years, when I found out that the person whom I had trusted, and/or loved, had been deceptive, unforgivably deceptive. Oddly enough, the truth was discovered in online files.

My mother used to say that there is such a thing as a “white lie.” I can’t think of any examples at the moment, but supposedly a “white lie” does not hurt anyone. On the other hand, a real lie hurts not only the person who is telling that lie by giving them a guilty conscience, but also the person who is trusting them to tell the truth. It is a no-win situation. Personally, I have no tolerance for liars.

So, that is my scoop, and my thoughts on the matter. I can’t change the world, although sometimes, I wish I could. I just surely wish that people would get out of the habit of telling lies. It’s a real downer when the truth is finally revealed.

Patricia Cummings