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Tuesday, March 31st, 2009

Cakes, cakes, cakes. What would a special occasion be without a cake? When I was a little kid, I looked forward to birthdays and holidays, partly because of my mother’s abilities in cake making. My mother loved cakes. She would make a cake on a whim, as well as for a dedicated reason.

Cake made by Elizabeth Grace

There are so many photos of cakes in the family album, I thought I would share a few with you. After all, the photos have no calories!

2nd cake creation by Nana

The cake above was made for James Gorham, my son, and her grandson.

She would add store-bought decorations like little ceramic Easter bunnies, or a miniature diploma, or candied confections.

Steve Grace with diploma and piece of cake

The photo above shows my (late) brother, Steve, “wearing” and holding two decorations and sitting before a scrumptous piece of cake that my mother made for him when he graduated from the University of New Hampshire with a teaching degree in Agriculture.

Mom would experiment. She would “bake from scratch,” or bake with a cake mix. Her cakes came out well, no matter what. I have her recipe for Buttercream frosting down to a science: 1 box of Confectioner’s sugar, 1 tsp. vanilla, 1 stick of unsalted butter, and 1/4 cup milk. She liked to add peach preserves in the middle of a layer cake.

Her Christmas cakes always had white frosting and coconut on the top, and sometimes, strawberry preserves, in the middle. Her German Chocolate cakes were a lot of work and very special! I really liked her Confetti cake, and Angel Food cake, served with Strawberries, or dipped in Chocolate Fondue.

Chocolate cake made by E. Grace for Jim Cummings

This photo is from 1986 when my mother made a cake for Jim’s birthday, knowing that he loves chocolate!

During my lifetime, I have made my share of cakes, too.

Birthday cake made by me for my son's 4th birthday

This highly-decorated bear cake was a “bear” to complete, and it is thebuy viagra without prescriptioncake of its kind I ever attempted. It was made for my son’s 4th birthday.

I hope you have enjoyed this brief romp through the photo album. Let me know if, on the basis of seeing these photos, you just had to bake a cake!

Patricia Cummings

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Monday, March 30th, 2009

The sound of crunching cars is unmistakable. I should be used to it by now. We live on a busy street, made much busier by commuter traffic in the late afternoon. Yes, we have had another car accident, right in front of our house, involving a lead car with one person in it, followed by another little red car, in which the woman’s head smashed into the windshield, and behind that a large white van, the driver of which seems to be unhurt.

The police have not yet arrived. The sound of sirens are just going off now as a fire engine is reaching the scene. Traffic is backed up like you wouldn’t believe, and there is some kind of liquid all over the road.

We did attend a meeting about this road, led by city planners, a few weeks ago. At the time, I mentioned my concern about the number of accidents on this stretch of road. Today, we cannot blame road conditions. There is no ice. It appears that people were following too closely, and perhaps did not notice a turn signal. Well, what else would we have for amusement (not really!), other than the wildlife in the backyard? Back to staring at the accident from the 2nd floor.

If people can’t learn how to drive, they should “park it.”

Update: An rescue vehicle just placed the woman on a stretcher, stabilizing her head. It appears that she sustained a bad injury. She was the passenger in the second car. Oh, my. My thoughts and prayers go with all who were involved.

Patricia Cummings

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Sunday, March 29th, 2009

Rainy day - northern Maine

The photo above is a picture of an overcast and rainy day in northern Maine

Rain and sun are two diametrically-opposed forces in the universe and man needs both of them to survive. Perhaps that is one of the reasons that they have been mentioned in song and verse so frequently.

One armchair philosopher thinks that life is about learning to “dance in the rain.” Of course, Ginger Rogers and Fred Astair thought the same thing, years ago, and produced a song, “Dancin’ in the Rain.” (“What a wonderful feeling, I’m happy again.”)

In the late twentieth century, the statement was made that “Rainy day people never let you down.” Judy Garland made “Over the Rainbow” a hit song, via the movie “Wizard of Oz.”

sun again in the north country

Here is a brighter picture of the north country, when the sun shone on the autumn leaves.

No matter how much “rain” there is in our lives, we can rest assured that the sun will always come out again. John Denver sang, “Sunshine on my shoulder makes me happy.” Another songwriter wrote, “Here Comes the Sun,” and yet another penned the words, “Walkin’ on Sunshine.”

We do not have to look long or think hard to find other songs that mention rain or sun. However, it seems that we always have either too much rain or too much sun, in terms of the land and growing crops.

Turning to financial matters, my father always encouraged people to “save for a rainy day.” At the time he organized Credit Unions, Cuna Mutual Insurance Company’s logo was a little man carrying an umbrella.

No matter how carefully we plan our lives, the unexpected, but sometimes, not quite so unexpected, happens. Dad always thought that people should have a financial “cushion,” as he put it.

He was good at dispensing advice that he could not easily follow himself, due to financial commitments to his family. His little bit of savings was quickly eaten up by the cost of a lingering illness. We can’t always outsmart circumstance.

While rain may symbolize hardship, struggle, sadness and grief, sunshine represents new beginnings and a light heart. It is easy to see how and why the images of rain and sun are both incorporated into music lyrics.

Today, it is raining. As I sit here, writing this note, I can’t help but think of the Eagle we watched, all hunkered down, sitting on a beach in northern Maine. His feathers were soaking wet and he was so “into himself,” he was almost unrecognizable as one of his kind. Then, the sun suddenly appears. He spread his wings and took to the sky – up, up, up, circling into the distance, where we quickly lost sight of him.

Wherever you are on this day, if it is raining outside, or if you are troubled, know in your heart of hearts that a better day awaits. We must never feel defeated by exterior circumstances that we cannot control, whether it is the rain, or the economy, or personal losses. There is a higher purpose to our lives and we are called to be all that we can be.

Patricia Cummings

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Saturday, March 28th, 2009

Facebook, an interactive social network online, is more than what it might appear to be, at first glance. People connect there, in meaningful ways. It is on Facebook that I first became aware of a landscape quilt artist named Valerie Hearder. One can see Valerie’s beautiful work on . She travels the world to teach, as well she should, being so talented, and she has written several books. Her first one is already out of print. Valerie currently lives in Nova Scotia, Canada and has been quilting since 1972.

When I saw some intriguing folk art textiles from South Africa, on Facebook, I had to know more. I contacted Valerie and in so doing, was able to purchase a small, embroidered piece to help support the “Grandmother to Grandmother” Campaign. You see, due to the HIV/AIDS pandemic in that country, the parents of children are dying, and grandmothers are left to care for not only their own grandchildren, but sometimes the children of neighbors. It is a dire situation. Valerie’s video on her explains what is happening. The grandmothers are impoverished and sometimes very ill, but struggling to care for up to 20 children, in some cases.

Design area of South African textile

This scan shows the design area only of a 10 1/2 x 11 embroidered textile on a black background. The black borders (not shown) extend about an inch (unevenly) all around. As you can see, the colors are vibrant. The word “Rose” is present, but whether or not that is the name of the artist remains to be seen. Very few different types of stitches were employed in this work that relies heavily on chain stitch. It is a pleasure to think that the purchase of this work may help to feed some children.

She reports that Canadian grandmothers have responded well to this textile initiative to help. She can barely fill the demand there, let alone supply these wonderful embroideries to all who would like to help. Fifteen per cent of sales goes to the Stephen Lewis Foundation that (presumably) filters financial resources back to the South African communities.

If you want to purchase one of these pieces from Valerie, keep in mind that her prices are listed in Canadian currency. You can adjust Paypal payments to pay the seller, in any other currency. If you “Google” Valerie’s name, you will see that she runs a yahoo group about Landscape Quilts. She is one busy lady, and I am so happy to have made her acquaintance, online.

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Saturday, March 28th, 2009

Finding the pot o’ gold at the end of the rainbow is a childhood fantasy as well as a favorite image associated with Irishmen. The Irish would be the first to tell you that the pot o’ gold does not exist. During the potato famine, the starving Irish came to America, through the ports of Boston, and fanned out all over New England, seeking work and a better life than what they left behind, toiling by the sweat of their brow.

At the same time that they were working hard, they were also struggling for better working conditions in the mills and later, fighting with the French-Canadians immigrants who would work for any amount of pay, and under any conditions. The Irish were fighters, and Union organizers.

Of course, folk songs commemorate the work the Irish on the railroad. One verse of the tune “Fili-mi-or-e-or-e-ay” recalls an Irish wife, Biddie McGee, who died: “If she left one kid, she left eleven … to work upon the railway!” Yes, they had lots of kids. Being both Irish and Catholic … you know the rest! The rule was to work hard until you die.

Every night, I make it a point to stop what I am doing and watch the evening news. I am beginning to view the news as air pollution. I’d be happier in “my own little world” of research and writing, than observing the … what is it now? … a proposed 9 trillion dollars in debt, if the budget passes. My friend who is a mathematician tells me that to reach that figure, I would have to write 9 million, then add zeroes to reach 9 billion, then add more zeroes. The number is so staggering, it is beyond my comprehension.

What is more alarming, is that hard work does not seem to matter any more. A friend gave 36 years to a company, only to be given a pink slip and a year’s pay. So long, too bad, you lose. No retirement pay. We have used you, taken your best years, and now we will leave you financially strapped. Good-bye.

I have to say that it is great being my own boss. While I make only “pen” (pin) money, what I do make ends up going to museums and quilt-related organizations, quilt magazines and books, and sometimes, fabrics. I’d have to say that I enjoy working at home. By that statement, I do mean buy viagra without prescription. Research and writing is very time-consuming!

A long time ago, I stopped worrying about the future. I ask very little of life. I don’t travel or wear fancy clothes. We do without things that others feel they need, like a camp, a vacation, or a second car. However, I feel that I have my priorities right where I like them. I have TIME. TIME is LIFE itself! Money is not the be all, and end all, for me. I don’t need to be Mrs. Rich B…., or Mrs. Ratrace, in the cemetery.

Yet, we all dream of being a little more affluent. People continue to buy lottery tickets on the chance that they will “hit it big.” In all the years we have played, we only won a free ticket, once. However, one has to keep dreams alive and it is okay to hope.

The country’s situation reminds me of a smiling wife who hides or throws away all the bills and pretends that everything is fine. Suddenly, the husband realizes that the car is being repossessed, creditors are calling, and the house is being foreclosed. In other words, he is swamped, and he never saw it coming. I don’t understand how our country got into such a mess, seemingly overnight. Who was hiding the problem? Or, was everyone totally unaware that it existed? It’s like the Elephant in the Room!

The economy will either get better, or we will all drown, due to the greed of a few. In hard times, people who are self-sufficient always seem to get along better. That was true in the Great Depression. Most farmers didn’t notice it much because the hens were still laying, the corn was still growing, and the pig could still be butchered for bacon and ham. Today, we are a more co-dependent society, and what happens to one of our own, happens to us all.

I feel the pain of those without jobs, I sense the anguish of the newly-homeless who are in that position, not due to their own laziness, but by circumstances beyond their control. I worry about the senior citizens who have to choose between taking medicine or buying groceries. I think about young people whose parents can no longer pay for their higher education. To the people who caused this set of circumstances, I will say that I am also concerned about the unborn.

In the words of Bob Dylan, “For threatening my baby, unborn and unnamed, you ain’t worth the blood that runs in your veins.”

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Thursday, March 26th, 2009

A recent article in the makes it clear that officials have been discussing the possibility of doing away with the City Library. This past winter, it was a warm haven for the homeless of our community who could be seen snoozing comfortably in some of the chairs. In some instances, the library is a drop off point for parents who do not want to pay a babysitter.

In spite of these two problems, the library estimates foot traffic per month at about 19,500 people. Counting close to 20,000 library users per month tells me that Concord residents like to read and enjoy the resources at the library for research and for Internet use. Many folks are not in a position to own their own home computer.

I hate to say this, but we are raising a bunch of dummies. In one instance, a young person stood muttering to herself because the computer went down during a transaction in a store. She could not figure out that if the purchase was 98 cents, the customer would receive two cents back from a dollar bill. I am not exaggerating!

Therefore, it is refreshing to think of all of these people and their children who are seeking out learning and books. According to the law, the library and the recreation department are the only two discretionary spending areas in the budget. A $3.3 million dollar shortfall is expected, yet property taxes continue to be pretty hefty!

I have no answers because I am not in charge of policy, or government spending. All I have is a “voice.” With that, I want to speak up to say that the Concord Library means a lot to many people, including us. It is foolish talk to discuss getting rid of it. New England is the home of the “free library” idea.

The library seems like the least service that should be available. How do we balance the budget? How about cutting some of the “frew-frew” money spent on Education in our schools?

I can do more math in my head than a student can do, with or without a computer. I learned how to add and subtract with a piece of paper and a pencil, the old way. I am just not sure why we are settling for less quality in Education and spending more and more, all the time. That is my opinion, not that anyone asked. My (tongue in cheek) suggestion is that everyone take up quilting and learn math the practical way.

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Wednesday, March 25th, 2009

Now, from the title of this blog, you might think I was a little wacky, having jingles in my head and all. Actually, the jingles to which I refer are the little songs that accompany advertisements on television. Some of the songs are cute and one would wish they didn’t have such stupid words. I suppose I could make up my own words, as the tunes won’t stop playing. It is an art to write such memorable “jingles.”

This morning, I woke up with two competing ad tunes. Can you imagine? On top of that, and in the middle of all this internal head noise was a catchy song for which a friend sent me some YouTube links.

The original song was written in Portuguese and I have listened to it a number of times because it is fun to compare the Portuguese words with the Spanish words I know for the same objects. The song is written in a stream of consciousness manner, and is composed of snippets of life, disjointed visual images evoked by the words, as if one were seeing a surreal movie.

At first, you try to make sense of the flow of the words, and then you realize that the only important thing to realize is that all the images have continuity because they represent parts of life. The song is called “The Waters of March.”

The song version I like best is this:

My friend, Mindy Fitterman, forwarded the following links and I like them all, but particularly the woman, singing in Portuguese, and also the English translation and explanation of the song on wikipedia:

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The in Tamworth features “live” cooking programs that are participatory: workshops on baking sourdough bread, and other foods; and a special Thanksgiving Dinner, as well as a special “tea” party. Virginia Taylor is their food interpreter, and she has been compiling a cookbook of old time recipes, that was promised to be ready “soon,” a while ago. We’ll have to check on that!

The in Wolfeboro, New Hampshire has a wonderful display of how a kitchen would have looked during World War II, as well as how a parlor might have been set up. I am sure there are similar historic set-ups that show how people lived and worked. I would love to hear of any other local, New England locations. Write to: Thanks!

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Sunday, March 22nd, 2009

After writing a blog yesterday about art quilts, I began to think about all of the artists and creative people I know who are “gay.” I considered how the word, “gay” has changed since the 1960s, when I was a teenager. The first song I ever wrote, at that time, had the following words, “I sing cuz I’m happy, I sing cuz I’m gay, I sing to chase them ole blues away, I sing cuz I ain’t got nothin’ else to do, I’m singin’ all the time.”

“Gay,” of course, meant “happy, lighthearted.” Now, I could never sing that song today because I am the furthest thing from “gay” that you could imagine, according to the word’s current meaning. Yet in the innocence of youth, being 14 years old, the song was okay. In high school, concurrently, I was reading a novel titled, “Our Hearts Were Young and Gay.” The book had nothing whatsoever to do with homosexuality.

This morning, I “Googled” the words “History of Gays” and came up with some interesting sites. The first has a lot of detailed information, although much of it is unsupported by scholastic citations. At any rate, they date homosexuality to 12,000 BCE. In 5,000 BCE, an erotically-engraved rock suggests dancers who encircle two “cavorting” males. As early as 27 BCE, the first same sex marriage is celebrated. Not until the 4th century is there a law that prohibits same-sex marriage. By the 16th century, King Henry VIII, who seemed to have a penchant for beheading everyone, even his own wives, passed a law in 1588 making homosexuality a crime to be punished by death. It was not until 1861 that the punishment was amended to a prison sentence of ten years to life.

In the 17th century Virginia Colony, Richard Cornish was hanged for sodomy, and at Plymouth (“Plimouth”) Plantation, the first known conviction for lesbianism occurred. Fast forward to 1928 when a published book, buy viagra without prescription brings homosexuality to public awareness. Throughout the 20th century, homosexuality is decriminalized and re-criminalized in many countries. In the 1930s, it is considered a mental illness. Police arrest homosexuals. In Nazi Germany, thousands of targeted homosexuals are murdered. In the 21st century, we see both the repeal of sodomy laws, and the institution of laws against “homosexuality,” a word that first appeared in print in 1869.

More recently, “same sex marriage,” “civil unions,” and “civil partnerships,” have been recognized, and in some cases in the United States, the status carries the same weight of commitment and legal privileges enjoyed by heterosexual married couples. These same-sex arrangements are a long way from being universally-accepted, yet seem to be “safer” situations than indiscriminate, multiple “encounters.”

Christians point to the Bible and decry homosexual acts based on the report that God destroyed Sodom and Gomorrah because the people who lived there engaged in sodomy. Ironically, a well-known, successful, evangelical preacher, whose custom was to rail weekly against the perversity of the homosexual behavior of others, was a closet homosexual all along, hiding this fact from his wife and children. When the truth finally came out, as truth has a way of doing, he and his family made an appearance on the Oprah Show, centered on his “fall from grace,” and was subsequently interviewed on a special news program.

As you can see, thousands of years of both discrimination and endorsement of “gay” practices has passed. The topic has been considered from a moral standpoint, from a psychiatric viewpoint, and consistently, has been a topic dealt with by Kings, the courts, the police, countries and states, towns, vigilantes, health officials, parents, church members, and the general public.

Many homosexuals, who were famous people, chose to keep that personal information, “personal.” The public was not aware of their preferences until after their deaths, in some instances. As you might agree, people are people, and the way they behave is their own business. Part of the “hatred” of homosexuals arises from blame placed on them for the AIDS epidemic. We have not even begun to see the tip of the iceberg of that problem in the United States. HIV/AIDS is most prevalent in Africa, where I learned this week, many grandmothers are raising their grandchildren because their own children have died of the disease.

Everything has a history and I thought that some of you might be interested in reading this short summary. For more details please do the same Google search I did and you will come up with more sites and more information than you really want to know. This is a topic that I am sure I, personally, do not fully understand. However, I have learned that it is better to accept PEOPLE as people, first and foremost, and to get past the prejudices that potentially can isolate us from each other. Luckily, our only Judge is not of this world, and only after our own deaths will it be proved whether we are worthy to sit “at the right hand of the Father,” the Creator of the Universe, the Author of Life Itself.

Patricia Cummings

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Saturday, March 21st, 2009

When the last issue of buy viagra without prescription magazine was published, it was wrapped in a cellophane bag. Supposedly, the contents were just too “hot” for children to accidentally view, while their mothers were busily shopping at JoAnn Fabrics. In fact, that store decided not to carry that particular issue at all, although they have offered the magazine in the past, and conceivably may do so again in the future.

Not finding this title to buy, locally, when it first came out, we traveled from the central part of our state to its southern edge to a Barnes & Noble store. The check out person was intrigued when I pointed out the headline banner: “Shocking Quilts: We Show You The Controversial Patchwork!” He said that he would have to pick up a copy on his break.

THE IMAGES IN QUESTION

First, we saw a blue and white quilt by Mary Beth Bellah called “,” inspired by a Viagra commercial and including (but not prominently) a limited edition fabric that features male organs, a view so tiny that I missed it the first ten times I looked at this article, even with magnification. The thought is perversely amusing! In fact, not finding it, I thought that perhaps this “special feature” was quilted into the plain white fabric. No matter. The quilt was nicely done, but is one I simply would have walked past, in any show, as I do with any quilt that I need a written explanation to understand.

Next, we have a gun-toting Jesus in “” by Shawn Quinlan. I did not recognize Him because the “halo” could just as well have served as the rim of a cowboy hat. The quilt itself is very well done, from a technical standpoint, as are all of the quilts and was inspired by the words of a bumper sticker. I took no offense. In fact, given what a PBS show had to say about the genetic background of Jesus, it is easier to imagine Him as having looked more like Yassir Arafat than the commonly-accepted notion of a blonde-haired, fair-skinned, European version of Jesus that shows up in most art renderings.

There are two quilts that provoke historical memory and many people would find them offensive for their stark reality. http://www.gwenmagee.com/portfolio.htm (link disabled today). One quilt, “Southern Heritage/Southern Shame” depicts bodies hanging in front of a Confederate flag. The other quilt, “God of Our Silent Tears I” is an image of men being executed in the electric chair. Both quilts were made by the same artist, Gwendolyn Magee.

I am recalling these images, one by one, so that you will understand my concluding remarks.

So, next, we have the well-developed (back side view) of a man in Randall Cook’s quilt, “.” The lone figure appears to be the lone survivor of a nuclear holocaust. The caption reads, in part, that the quilt is “sexually charged.” If viewing any naked body is a turn on, then that description may be accurate for some people, but would not apply to many readers. Certainly, I did not interpret the quilt in that manner.

The next quilt shown is my favorite: a baby’s wide-eyed emergence into the world from a birth canal. The quilt’s title is “.” I don’t perceive anything nasty or evil in Gayle McKay’s quilt. It depicts a true fact of life, and hey, aren’t we all grown-ups here?

The final quilt called “The L Word” by Diane Johns was my least favorite. I’d have to stop and analyze all the elements of it, color-wise and otherwise, to tell you why I did not like it. However, my main objection is the “ugly words” all over it, pejorative euphemisms for “homosexual.” I don’t like to hear or see those downgrading words. I prefer to think that we, as human beings, are all more alike than we are different; that we all have feelings; that we all bleed when we are cut. I am sure that this quilt made me consider the pain that same-sex partners must experience when tagged with the “q” word, or the “d” word, or the other “f” word, etc. However, I did not like those words, in my face, and they seemed to be the essence of the quilt. No doubt that was the intent.

Was I truly “offended” or “outraged” by any of these quilts? No. No. Only if he would agree that the statue of David is porn, or that sacred paintings that depict Baby Jesus, in His buy viagra without prescription, are nasty. No, these quilts are not filth. They express different life experiences, history, and perceptions, period. The human body is, in and of itself, not disgusting or evil.

The purposeless “f” word, spoken or written by teenagers in public forums all over the Internet is more offensive to me, as are the constant references to “alternative lifestyles.” Those inferences get boring, after a time. Being “gay” is no longer a buy viagra without prescription topic, especially when one thinks of all of the problems caused by same gender activities. I don’t need to delineate the potential health problems, some of them lethal, with which gays are victimized, nor the social stigma that their status can evoke.

Stereotype of “Little Old Lady” Quilters

Would I like to see more of this kind of art quilt in any quilt magazine or show? Not necessarily. Why not? Gee whiz, I must be one of those allegedly boring, “little old lady quilters.” You know the type: one who can stand and “ooh and aah” over beautiful quilts from the past because they are well-executed, have lovely colors, and warm the soul, and sometimes the body. You know, the quilts that do not need to disturb one’s sensibilities or make social statements?

I prefer to marvel at how many (hand) stitches per inch a quilter (of old) was able to make. I love to see scrap quilts because they tell me about the fabrics the quilter had available to her at that time, and I can often identify the age of the quilt by the colors of some of those scraps. I like traditional designs, but not exclusively. Many new quilt patterns today are lovely, but are often a spin-off of traditional designs. I mean, how many times can we reinvent the wheel? The answer is thousands of times, as witnessed by the countless variations of geometric quilt designs, alone, not to mention variable appliqué motifs.

I enjoy viewing the edge treatments of quilts and seeing how the approach to finishing the edges of quilts has changed, over time. I love the HISTORY of quilts. I like ALL quilts, just as I enjoy All art, but I enjoy some quilts, and some art, more than others. Get it? Like many people, I approach this current topic of “shocking quilts” in a quilt magazine with a bit of ambivalence.

In a sense, when we look at Mark’s magazine, we are seeing a new legacy. His was the first magazine to recognize “controversial” quilts, in print, and to bring them to a wider public forum. This must encourage the quilt artists involved and all quilt artists. It is important that they continue to express themselves and quilt their own “visions.” We do not live in a monolithic world. You may like to eat Oreo cookies, while my preference may be Ginger Snaps. That does not make you wrong, and me right.

I have always said that there is room for all, especially the creative people of the world. In my opinion, this magazine situation is not a black and white one. Many middle-aged women have told me that they like this issue! I do not think it is fair to categorize the readership of this magazine as for “young people” only. It may come as a great surprise to Mark that even very old people in nursing homes still kid around about sex, and/or show an interest, some actively! I could explain even further, but I will refrain!

This landmark issue of buy viagra without prescription magazine presents art quilts that deal with tough subject matter. With all the stir and buzz about them, and the interviews and attention that Mark has gained from newspapers and talk show hosts, one wonders what the contents of the next issue will be. It is worth noting that good art work, rendered in whatever format, makes all of us think.

Good luck, Mark! Thanks for providing a forum to bring art quilts to the living rooms of all, even the “little old ladies.” The world is watching what you will do next.

Thanks to all the art quilters who share their talents and their work with the public through exhibitions and online. Without them, we would not be having this discussion. They have succeeded in making us all think, and that is a good thing!

Patricia Cummings

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Saturday, March 21st, 2009

I was thinking about how much the Internet enhances my life. Now, I realize that there are those who are “afraid” of everything, including online activities. They are missing out! Today, alone, I was able to hear a speech by President Obama, on Facebook, long before a tiny portion of the speech hit the 6:30 p.m. news.

I found out how my “friends” were feeling and what they were doing today. I was treated to a portion of a newly-released, old video about seven quilters, a film made by Pat Ferrero in 1981 and available to purchase in its entirety at . The video clip was provided by The Quilt Show by Ricky Tims and Alex Anderson. I read another blog from the “Pickle Road” by Mark Lipinski of buy viagra without prescription magazine fame.

I signed up for The Alliance for the American Quilt, with the push of a few buttons. I took a quiz on Facebook to determine what my spiritual qualities are. The quiz characterizes me, not surprisingly, as a “Teacher.”

In addition, I was able to write a note to a seller to check on an eBay purchase that has been delayed in arrival, due to a mix-up. While I was doing that, the Fed-Ex delivery service pulled up to my house to bring archival quilt storage materials that I had ordered … you guessed it … online.

The mail yesterday brought no less than three new books … from amazon, and some wonderful threads that I can’t wait to try! Tonight, I watched a lesson about how to draw a baby polar bear provided in an online video by Jan Brett (see our previous blog about her, this week).

I was able to list some items on eBay, and scout through favorite category listings that I like to check regularly. Sometimes, a treasure lurks.

Before the Internet, I must have led a very limited and dull life. Now, any obscure fact, or person, can be “Googled” and one has instant answers. All I can say to those who have “no use” for a computer, is this: if you like to learn and you enjoy socializing and meeting people, from the comfort of your own home, then you are really missing a bet. I realize, in saying all of the above, that I am “preaching to the choir.” Aren’t we lucky?

Whether it is checking the line up of guests for Sunday’s “Meet the Press,” or connecting with needlework, quilting, or quilt history groups, or even keeping up to date on a favorite daytime television show (Who has time to watch TV these days?) — all of this, and more, can be done via your home computer.

Best of all is meeting extended family members from all over the country whom I have never met and whom I probably never will meet. There is a sense of connection when folks share common ancestry. Speaking of genealogy, the online sources now available are incredible, and old books that are being posted online are grand. YouTube is fun! I especially enjoy the musical ones. I really would feel deprived, if I did not have a computer. Staying in touch with friends and loved ones would be a whole lot more difficult.

Happy National Quilter’s Day!

See you online,

Patricia Cummings
Quilter’s Muse Publications

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Friday, March 20th, 2009

While we are on the subject of Amish Quilts, I’d like to call your attention to a file of quilts provided by Judy Morton, quilter extraordinaire of Indiana, and collector of . She graciously provided all of the photos shown on our website of this kind of quilt. These quilts are best viewed using Internet Explorer browser.

Anyone who knows Amish Quilts will tell you that they are made differently in Ohio, Indiana, and Pennsylvania, the three major areas of the United States where the Amish live.

Of course, the most valuable Amish Quilts date from a time before they were “discovered” by the tourist trade. 1950 seems a good cut off date for that. Jonathan Holstein and his (late) wife, Gail van der Hoof collected many Pennsylvania Amish quilts and enjoyed the aesthetic result of hanging them vertically. Some reminded Holstein, who had an art background, of Mondrian paintings. Their landmark exhibit at the Whitney Museum was not the first show to hang quilts on a wall. However, it is the one most often noted as a change in perspective for more viewers: an utter transformation from bed quilt to wall art. Jonathan Holstein could be called the grandfather of the modern art quilts movement.

When we visited Pennsylvania in 1999, it was disappointing to see so many poorly-made quilts for sale. I am told that I did not know where “to go.” The tourist shops have quilts that are hastily-made for the trade and truly indicative of the fine stitches normally associated with fine Amish quilting. As noted at the end of my website article about the Hmong people, many refugees from southeast Asia were taught to do quilting by the Mennonites, and much of the work that is marketed neglects to mention that the quilts were not quilted totally by Amish or Mennonite women, but by Hmong women (who certainly have a cultural tradition of doing fine needlework!). For the purists, the resulting works are neither Amish nor Mennonite, but Hmong, a secret because Amish quilts are not labeled as to who made them (their cultural tradition).

At any rate, that is a small summary of Amish Quilts. The previous blog mentions a book by Darwin D. Bearley that will tell you everything you ever wanted to know about Ohio Amish Quilts.

A search on my website will bring up other Amish files, with photos. Use the word search function within the text of the front page.

Until Later,

Patricia Cummings

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Friday, March 20th, 2009

Bearley book cover

Above, you see a portion of the book cover for Darwin D. Bearley’s book about Ohio Amish Quilts.

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This volume represents a thirty-year collection beautifully-photographed and printed in three languages, English, French, and German. Originally printed as a catalog for two exhibitions in Europe, in 2006, both sponsored by Bernina Sewing Machine Co., the book includes an introduction by quilt scholar, Jonathan Holstein, and an essay by Darwin D. Bearley about his collection.

This hard cover book measures 10″ X 13″ and contains 160 pages that show 138 unique Antique Ohio Amish Quilts. Included in the mix are 50 Crib Quilts and the only two nineteenth century Ohio Amish Sampler Quilts known to exist.

Darwin Bearley of Akron, Ohio has collected these quilts over a period of 30 years. Many of them have been exhibited in museums and quilt shows throughout the United States and Europe. A few of the quilts have been published in books by other authors, and in magazine articles and calendars for the last three decades.

The photography, color, and design of the book represent the best print quality that is available today.

This book is not available in bookstores, as it does not have an ISBN number. However, it does have a LIBRARY OF CONGRESS CATALOG NUMBER: 2007369080. The book is available directly from the author for $45.00 plus shipping. Contact: DDBSTUFF@aol.com. Darwin will even autograph the book, upon request.

Darwin D. Bearley
PO Box 22228
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Thursday, March 19th, 2009

After watching the dire news, night after night, about how the U.S. economy is tanking, I woke up this morning, determined to do something to make a difference. As a result, I have not only marked down the price of our e-book about a most inspiring but little known figure in the quilt world of the 1930s, but we are also offering FREE SHIPPING to U.S. addresses.

Why? You would have to know more about Mrs. Ellen Emeline Hardy Webster to fully understand the answer to that question. She brought light to so many lives through her quilt lectures, bird talks, women’s club activities, and by being, overall, a decent and hopeful woman who loved literature, people, and life itself. Her life’s emphasis was on Education, that is, sharing what she knew with as many other people as she could, sometimes, for very little or no pay. She and I have a LOT in common. I really identified with her life and some of the directions it took her, and what was most valuable to her.

So, at tremendous savings to the potential buyer, our website is making a special, if not limited-time offer for this CD. For details, and to pay with a Paypal button, please see our home page by clicking on the link listed under our names.

Mrs. Webster lived through the Great Depression and she knew what it was to “make do” and to “go without.” She took in (family) boarders, and sometimes provided “paid” lectures that did not even cover the gas money it took to get to the lecture hall.

Like Mrs. Webster, I have shared tons of “free” information. I have done this on my website and in the (free) lectures I have provided. This e-book is truly a labor of love, and deserves to be read. It is the product of eight long months of intense research, 12-14 hrs. per day including field trips; networking; interlibrary loan requests; purchases of research materials, via the Internet and elsewhere; and input from individual historians, quilt historians, and family members, as well as a number of museums.

Don’t let the opportunity get away to familiarize yourself with this great 1930s quilt historian and her work. Her name was Ellen Emeline Hardy Webster (1867-1950). Now you can learn all about her life in the nineteenth and twentieth centuries, her family, her work, her education, her affiliations, her quilt “charts,” and life in New Hampshire, during her lifetime. She was particularly instrumental in the spread of information about Luminous Moss in NH, and the book covers that interest, as well.

Thanks for listening!

Patricia and James Cummings


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