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Thursday, November 12th, 2009

Flashback to the 1950s -

When I was a little kid, say about five years old, my mom was still a stay-at-home mom. My older siblings were all in school. Her day was pretty full, what with visiting with the man who delivered Wonder Bread, the bread to build strong bodies. She also ordered those delicious Blueberry pies from him, the ones that were sold in a tin pie plate that one either had to return “clean,” at the next visit, or else pay up.

In fact, it seems that there was an ongoing parade of salesmen at our house. The Fuller Brush man came to the door, often. My Dad referred to this man as “Egads” because every sentence that ever came out of his mouth was preceded or followed by “Egads!”

Even the piano tuner seems to have been a frequent visitor, in retrospect. I’d feed him Rolos chocolate candy thinking he would do a better job and then, hurry up and leave!

The bottom line is that I wanted my mother’s attention and I was distressed at all of these people taking up space in the kitchen and chatting, when she could be teaching me more embroidery stitches, or playing a game with me.

I don’t know what got into me, exactly. One day, with an insurance salesman yakking away as she stirred something on the stove, I lifted the corner of her long-ish dress and exclaimed,”But, Mother! You have no undies on!” Of course, she viagra canada reviews!

The two adults turned beet red, and as my mother began to speak up for herself, saying, “What do you mean, Patti? Of course …,” the salesman had hoofed it to the door and left, never to return.

My mother was baffled by my behavior, but I tell you, the scene was priceless. Since this happened before the “age of reason,” which according to my religious upbringing is the age of 7, I suppose I’ll not be held accountable at the pearly gates. It is simply a funny memory that I carry with me today. After that, Mother did not encourage these daytime visitors to linger, just in case of an unexpected, repeat performance.

Patricia Cummings

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Tuesday, November 10th, 2009

Early this morning, Jim and I decided hike in an area where we had never been before. Passing many of our favorite antique stores in Northwood, New Hampshire’s “Antiques Alley,” as well as a quilt shop that was not open, we reached a natural area called, “Northwood Meadows.” Jim brought his camera and captured some of our favorite views of the day. I hope that you enjoy these photos, particularly if you do not live in New England.

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Stream at “Northwood Meadows”

baby pine tree

Who doesn’t love a baby? This “baby” pine tree is only a couple of inches high now and looks out of place with all of the taller trees around.

peaceful pond

This is a pond that we could have hiked all the way around. Isn’t it a peaceful view?

peaceful backwater

Just across the road from the pond, one of several, was this backwater with dormant pond lilies and interesting shapes of leafless trees. I love swamps!

the winding road

For some reason, this photo reminds me of the Beatles’ song, “The Long and Winding Road.” I asked Jim to take this shot because I like the texture and shapes of the weeds.

sheep were here

Throughout the woodlands of New Hampshire, one sees stonewalls that were once used on cleared acreage to keep sheep from roaming. Stonewalls are a remnant of a time when raising sheep was an integral part of New Hampshire’s economy.

hemlock

Here you see evergreen Hemlock trees, but to the left, is a deciduous tree, with rosy leaves, that neither one of us recognized. I like the shape of its leaves, in some instances, almost like a tear drop.

blueberry teaberry mix

Jim enjoyed the mix of red and green and the textural effect of these low-bush blueberry bushes and teaberry plants, growing together.

yellow birch

This Yellow Birch tree can be identified by its distinct smell of Wintergreen when its twigs are rubbed together.

more weeds

The textural effect of these weeds is just stunning. We can copy Mother Nature, but when you come right down to it, she “does” it best!

odd pine tree

This pine tree attracted me because of its bright, lime color, an oddity at this time of year, but also it’s strange pattern of growth.

We came across one large stone with so many embedded pieces of mica, they looked like glistening little diamonds. Unfortunately, the full effect was not caught with the camera. One side of the rock featured quartz, so it was clearly a rock with interesting features!

When we returned home, we found another surprise:

periwinkle in Nov.

Of all things! This is a Periwinkle (sometimes called, “Myrtle”) flower blooming on this warm November day (60 degrees Fahrenheit).

Bad weather is in store for us tomorrow, so most likely, it will be an indoor day of cooking and quilting. We certainly enjoyed exploring new trails today and hope to return to the site another time to follow more trails. We heard birds and saw a red squirrel, but saw no deer, just imprints in the dirt that appear to be hoof marks. Thanks for coming along on our journey, today and always. You are kindly welcome!

Patricia and James Cummings

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Monday, November 9th, 2009

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Who doesn’t thrill at seeing the first Robin of Spring, with its ear so finely-tuned as to detect worms just under the surface of the ground? Sometimes, like last year, Robins have appeared in my yard, while snow was still on the ground. Just recently, I learned that Robins are changing their migratory patterns. Some are remaining year round in heavily-wooded areas of New Hampshire.

We all love to see birds, and in New England, there is an abundance of them. My favorite bird is the Puffin, although I have never been to the rocky area off the coast of Maine where they live. I have just viewed them in videos and in photos. I remember seeing a picture of an outstanding quilt that depicts Puffins. The birds live in colonies, as do seals and sea otters. They travel together, as do Cedar Waxwings, another very social bird.

It is no surprise that photographers have wanted to capture the beauty of birds, scientists have wanted to study them, and the ordinary citizen has joined the Audubon Society to be with other birding enthusiasts. Some people decide to help the birds survive the winter by putting up bird stations. This seems like a wonderful thing to do, at first glance, but think again.

In New Hampshire, our state bird, the Purple Finch, has been dying off, perhaps due to the diseases they are picking up from other birds who visit feeding stations. Birds are not exactly clean creatures, especially while eating. Feeders pose a danger that are seldom or never washed or sterilized with Clorox bleach.

Authorities warn about the fact that outdoor feeders can and do attract Black Bears to yards, even in residential neighborhoods. Bears have a keen sense of smell, which is why they will tear their way into tents that have food inside, and will sometimes, even break windows to get into houses. I have not heard of that happening in New Hampshire, but I have seen videos of bears entering homes in Colorado.

Nature is always in a fine balance and whenever man inserts himself into the picture, changing food sources, or habitat conditions, there is always a price to pay. In the case of wild turkeys, just a few years ago, there were few of those in this state. They have made a comeback, due partially to restocking, and partially to no wolves or natural predators that can “take them,” except for man, in a limited turkey-hunting season.

The result is that we see turkeys in fields and by the side of the road, all the time. The other more serious result is that they sometimes fly in front of motorcycles and cars, unexpectedly, and in some cases, have caused fatalities.

In the dead of winter, we feed the birds with suet. When it is freezing cold outside, there is no chance of the animal fat becoming rancid, and birds happily utilize this food to help them keep warm and survive New Hampshire’s dire cold. As soon as the “bear alert” goes out, or as soon as the weather warms, that is the end of our bird feeding efforts. Birds are beautiful! I love them. To preserve them, it is best to leave them alone and let them feed on the natural seed pods and other forage they find for themselves.

In textiles, birds have been an endless theme of celebration in lovely old chintz fabrics and in more recent bird prints, as well as in Crewel embroidery kits, and in quilts, both antique and new. Have you made a bird quilt? If so, we’d love to see it! As birds are one of my pet subjects, I could say much more, but will leave you for now, with the suggestion of a book title that seems most interesting.

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Monday, November 9th, 2009

Like it or not, the “hippies” of the “me” generation are aging. With our middle-aged looks and our graying hair, we have a certain common cultural literacy that is lost on people who are younger. Case in point, the other day, I mentioned the “Black pill” to a doctor who is very new to the profession. She is too young to know about “Mash” or to have made the connection. She said, “I could give you a red pill or a yellow one, but I don’t have any black ones.” She said it with such a straight face, I know that the reference was lost on her. Now, most anyone who ever watched the television show, “Mash,” would know that one of the characters was constantly wanting to give up and commit suicide, so he would say, “Doc, just give me the Black pill!” Everyone laughed. It was comic relief. We all understood what was meant. Like me, he was joking!

Another point of reference for the 1960s is Bob Dylan and his lyrics. The song, “The Times They Are A Changin’ ” and the song, “With God On Our Side” remain two of my favorite songs from the decade. Dylan has been called, “The Voice of a Generation,” a title he does not accept. In his mind, he just sang songs. He was not a spokesman for an entire generation, just himself. I can bet that he wrote music and sang because he had to, just like a quilter has to quilt, and a baker has to bake bread, and a writer … has to write! The artist in all of us will not be denied.

Dylan put into words what we “hippies” (or “straights”) could not. When I think today of all the obstructions to passing the current health care bill, Dylan’s words come to mind, – Get out of the way, if you can’t lend a hand – for the times, they are a’ changin’ -. When I think about our military involvements all over the world and our self-righteousness in meddling in state affairs of other nations, if our own interests are served, I think of the words “with God on our side.” Is He really? We are paying a price and that price is the loss of life, as is so painfully brought to our attention in the media, weekly.

Yes, the Vietnam War spawned its own group of social drop-outs, draft dodgers, and drug-popping individuals. We, that is, my generation, were young and innocent. Most of us had not yet made love. We were wet behind the ears! Many of us were students. I recall the midnight vigils at Thompson Hall at UNH, at which time students would stand before a crowd and take turns reading names from a long, long list of those young souls that had been killed in Vietnam, fighting for a war that none of us understood, no one wanted, and to this day, those who lived through the era, still do not fully fathom.

The point I would like you to take away is that built into the turmoil and the stress, young people were communicating within a vernacular of revived folk songs, and cultural understanding, even if that meant a reference to the “Black pill.” Language conveys understanding, but without common points of reference, we lose a chance to communicate.

One last thought: humor is severely-lacking today. We take ourselves far too seriously. This week, I hope that you will find something that makes you giggle, or chuckle, or slap your knee and emit a belly laugh from deep down inside. Certain situations in life require solemnity, but try to smile more. It’s contagious. Besides, this is your only chance. I’ve never seen a real skeleton grin.

Make it a great week!

Patricia Cummings

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Saturday, November 7th, 2009

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Surprisingly, the dustjacket features a “tied” quilt, which to some purists’ way of thinking would be called a “comforter” or a “comfort,” instead of a quilt, as it is not quilted (held together by running stitches). Nonetheless, the photo is a cheerful introduction to a book that is full of Shaw’s personal observations and thoughts about the process and history of quilting.

Amazing, full-page views of quilts are offered in this very colorful book, as well as smaller photos.

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While many of the quilt photos have been published in other printed documents, and therefore, are extremely familiar to me, other quilts seem to be appear in print for the first time, in this book. It is great to have photos of these important American quilts contained within one volume.

I am especially fond of “Amigos Muertos” by Jonathan Shannon and am pleased to see that quilt included. No matter what style of quilt you prefer, from traditional to modern art quilts in America, you will most likely find examples provided. Shaw has gathered quilts from all historical time periods that will amaze you and inspire you to quilt a little faster on your own creations!

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Saturday, November 7th, 2009

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The Kuna Indians have found it profitable to disassemble old and unwanted blouses and tourists do no seem to mind the fact that they are purchasing used goods. Of course, that is not always the situation.

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Friday, November 6th, 2009

Musician and quilter, Ricky Tims, is a man who is blessed with many talents! Well, known for his “Caveman Style Quilting” and “Rhapsody Quilts,” Ricky has just written, produced and recorded a Christmas CD, in Nashville, with other musicians. If you want to feel happy, view his YouTube video that shows beautiful and peaceful scenes of his adopted small town, La Veta, Colorado. The title of the CD is “.”

Some of the songs will sound familiar to you, but they have been arranged in a new way by Ricky, who also served as conductor for recording sessions. He has been playing piano since he was very young, and majored in music. According to what I read, when his home town in TX was hit by a tornado, his parent’s home was flattened and all of the songs he had written during high school were blown away by the wind.

We are happy that his musical career did not end there. We are equally cheered by Ricky’s enthusiasm for the process of quilting and for all of his teaching, not to mention his co-ownership of the online entity known as . We wish him every success with this exciting new album. The song, “Christmas in a Small Town,” is a treasure! Enjoy the video, and then, please think about ordering the CD. (No affiliation).

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Thursday, November 5th, 2009

On October 24 & 25, 2009, the Henrietta Quilt Club set up a display of newly-made quilts, as well as antique quilts, in a show that is offered every other year. This event took place in Henrietta, New York (Rochester area). This group of 77 quilting aficionados meet every Tuesday at 1 p.m., at the Henrietta Public Library located at 455 Calkins Rd., Henrietta, NY.

Beth Davis sent some photos, at my request, for your viewing pleasure.

overall shot

Beth states that the show took volunteers four hours to set up, but only 50 minutes to take down!

overall view 2

Another view of the show. Any quilt show is a labor of love!

bed turning display

Antique bed quilts were flipped, one at a time, in this method of showing quilts.

Many thanks to Beth Davis for providing these images!
This appears to be an active group of quilters. Thirty-six members displayed 65 quilts. A lunch of homemade Lasagna was available to the show workers.

Patricia Cummings

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Wednesday, November 4th, 2009

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The quilt block images on the cover of this book, viagra canada reviews, are derived from a highly-valued, African-American made quilt that is now owned by the . The Slave Relics Museum is located at 208 Carn St., Walterboro, SC 29488; telephone:
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An African-American made quilt, formerly owned by Mr. Polk who died in 1864, was appraised by Nancy Druckman on the Antiques Roadshow program. This quilt is believed to date from 1825-1830. An estate inventory lists Polk’s slaves, as well as his household goods. Druckman set an appraisal value for the quilt at between $40,000 and $60,000, at the time she viewed it.

The remarkable book that presents some of the quilt blocks on its cover is titled, viagra canada reviews – The Schomburg Center for Research in Black Culture: The New York Public Library. This hard-cover volume was published by National Geographic, Washington, D.C. and is the result of work done by Howard Dodson with Amiri Baraka, Gail Buckley, John Hope Franklin, Henry Louis Gates, Jr., Annette Gordon-Reed, and Gayraud S. Wilmore.

With 224 pages, the book follows through on its promise to chronicle “the true nature and impact of 300 years of slavery in America.” Quilters will be pleased to see Harriet Powers’ quilt included, as well as an image that depicts a slave in chains, the same one that appears on a number of 19th century quilts. The book’s ISBN number is 0-7922-6982-9 (hc)

Right now, in my home state, Dr. David Watters, an English professor at the University of New Hampshire, who has a strong interest in history, is attempting to spearhead a legislative action that would place a tribute memorial to all the former slaves in New Hampshire, as well as to document all of them.

They say, “Don’t judge a book by its cover.” In this case, “they” are wrong. This is a quality book, through and through, from its high level of scholarship to its fabulous photos. One feature I love about this book is that when the dust cover is removed, the outlines of all the quilt blocks appear, in Black on a lighter Black background.

Anyone who hopes to better understand African-American Culture should have a copy of this book in his or her own library. Don’t let this one get away!

Patricia Cummings

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Tuesday, November 3rd, 2009

This morning, I visited YouTube and just realized that there are quite a few videos of collected molas as well as movies of those who make them, on the archipelago sites off the coast of Panama. I enjoyed watching native Kuna Indian women, with their traditional nose rings and bare feet, making molas and wearing them. Molas are a traditional part of their everyday wear. It is only when tourists began visiting these people, in their remote corner of the universe, that a pattern of trading was established.

I have written extensively about the Kuna Indians and have enjoyed seeing an exhibit at the University of Connecticut, and many years later, one at Dartmouth College. We produced several articles for print publications. Currently, there are two related files on our website: : “,” “Molas and their Makers,” and others. Just key in the word “mola” into the site search feature on the front page of our website and you will be able to access all the articles in which molas are mentioned.”

back of mola blouse

This photo shows the back of a former mola (blouse). The geometric patterns of this piece are repeating designs, as you can see. It is amazing to see the extent of precision that mola-makers bring to their work.

Various villages are featured, as well as celebrations. One is called the “Conmemoracion de Revolcion Tule.” (I cannot put in the appropriate accents for Spanish, in this particular blog interface).

In the bloody Tule Rebellion of 1925, all whites were killed or expelled from Kuna territory. It is interesting to note that the Kuna flag consists of three color bands: a solid yellow fabric with a black swastika flanked by two solid red colors. Clearly, their swastika is not linked to Hitler’s Germany. For more information about the , please visit our website file on that topic.

The names of other YouTube videos that I viewed are:

1) Mola Art from the Republic of Panama
2) Mola Arts and Crafts of Panama
3) Kuna Yala montage
4) Mola Art from Panama
5) The Spirit of the Mola
6) San Blas Indians
7) Kuna Dance

One website that features molas is:

I hope that you enjoy this information as much as I did!

Patricia Cummings

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Tuesday, November 3rd, 2009

Have you ever wondered why you are really here? Each day seems to be the same. We get up, eat three meals per day, if we are lucky, do whatever work is required of us, and go to bed, only to begin the same ritual the next day.

Beauty is present in life, but only when we consciously make up our minds to seek it. Essentially, we make our own fun via the friends with whom we laugh, the movies and television that we watch, the creative pursuits in which we engage our talents, and the people, animals, and plants whom we nurture.

Every day inherently has built-in lessons. Sometimes, the reality of the finality of life’s journey hits us in the face when we or someone we know is dealing with end of life issues or someone who has lost the battle to hang on to life.

Mostly, to keep our own sanity intact, we try to keep a positive attitude toward the future and a sense of hope that everything will turn out well. As we age, we realize that we cannot turn back the hands of the clock to a time when it was easy as pie to jog a mile, or even get out of bed. Yet, we must accept our mortal bodies as they are, imperfect and ready to fail us, at any given moment.

As time begins to slip away from us, it seems even more important to accomplish things like writing books and poetry, and singing songs, and sharing our thoughts and wisdom with those younger and less inexperienced. When one reaches a time in life when the word “senior” is most appropriate in describing who we are, most of us want to assert that we are still capable. Perhaps our bodies are more tired, more quickly, but we still have a lot left to give.

My assertion is that the world will remain a sea of sameness until we personally create more waves. Mind you, not torrential monsoon waves that destroy everything in their path, just waves of new thoughts, a new way of perceiving the current happenings of the world at large and our role in it.

There has been a saying for a long time that it is old men who send young men into harm’s way in wars. Our commander-in-chief is young, and yet is thinking of sending still more men into Afghanistan. It is ironic that we have to “fight for peace.” It seems to me to be a contradiction of terms. With all the personal tragedies and sufferings that Afghanistan has endured, why isn’t everyone just laying down their arms and embracing each other, saying, “No more war.” Meanwhile, the person, the so-called “mastermind” who initiated this war with his atrocious, planned attacks on American soil, goes scotfree, skulking about a cave, probably in Pakistan.

Peace begins one person at a time. When we just say, “No. Enough is enough” and walk away from conflict, we have triumphed for a day.

While we may bemoan our daily lives for their mundane chores, there is no “sameness” for troops in the field. Wondering if every minute will be the last breath taken has a tremendous psychological impact, whether that is realized at the point of trauma or not.

Yes, my friend, there is meaning to life. Sometimes, we must look hard to try to understand our roles in the greater scheme of the universe. “Why am I here?” and “Where am I going?” are questions that are common to all humankind. They are thoughts to ponder, and in observing our own behaviors and our roles in the world, we shall become stronger, more motivated, and more efficient at throwing off the “slings and arrows of outrageous fortune.” In closing, I remember the words of singer Frank Sinatra, “Luck, be a lady tonight.”

Pray for grace. If you don’t have it, you will need it sooner than you think. Those are my musings on this chilly but clear autumn evening.

Patricia Cummings

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Monday, November 2nd, 2009

Charlotte Croft sent the following note after having looked at a blog entry a few days ago about the gravestone of Rufus Leavitt, a 26 year old, Civil War soldier who was a member of Co. A. 6th NH. He died in 1865 as a result of “inhuman treatment” by his North Carolinian captors.

She writes:

Hi Pat,

After seeing the gravestone of Rufus Leavitt, I invited my friend Polly to check out your blog for that day. Several years ago there was a law student living in East Barnard (Vermont) who loved puns. One of my favorites that he came up with was … “East Barnard: Leavitt or leave it!” This is because there are so many people related to Leavitts in East Barnard.

When Bert and I and our older son Eric attended Dud and Jo Leavitt’s 40th anniversary party in Sept. 1965, we were part of the dozen folks who were not related, out of about 125 attending.

But then one summer Bert’s younger brother worked for him and met Mary Van Alstyne. They fell in love and got married in 1970. Mary is a granddaughter to Dud and Jo.

Then John Leavitt’s daughter, Tina, married Art Lewin. Art’s grandfather and Bert’s grandmother were brother and sister. So we are twice connected to the Leavitt family. And indeed, Rufus is an ancestor of Bud’s. Polly says history is interesting.

All the best,

Charlotte

Thanks for the charming story, Charlotte. Love it! We are all so interconnected in this world! Scroll back a few blogs to see the original post.

Pat

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Monday, November 2nd, 2009

Based on genetics and world history, the potato is believed to have originated in southern Peru where it was cultivated by an advanced indigenous population called the Incas, a now extinct civilization. After the Spanish conquest, the potato was toted to northern Europe in 1536. It was welcomed by the poor, subsistence farmers in western Ireland and became a staple of Irish diet.

A PBS program about this crop states that a diet of cow’s milk and potatoes was enough to provide vitamins and health to the multitudes. All was well until one day when a ship pulled into port. Among its cargo was a fungus that was carried by the wind, turning all of the Potato plants black within several weeks. The Irish famine lasted three years, (1845-1848), killing one of every eight Irishmen, and taking the lives of one million people.

Scientists now analyze that the problem could have been lessened had there been more bio-diversity, that is, if more than one variety of plant had been cultivated. Ironically, potato farmers could face a similar problem today. To keep their “client” happy, they are forced to produce tons of Russet Burbank potatoes used to make French Fries for McDonald’s Corporation, a product that is distributed worldwide.

Unfortunately, a certain beetle is fond of the Russet Burbank variety. Although scientists have found a way to genetically-alter this type of potato plant so that if a beetle eats it, the beetle goes belly up, activists among the general population have resisted food from genetically-altered plants. So, farmers are back to square one: using pesticides on their fields.

We have seen that the potato originated in Peru, traveled to Europe and to Ireland, but did you realize that the first potatoes farmed on American soil were produced by a Scots-Irish immigrant on a farm in Derry, New Hampshire? Being a New Hampshire-ite, that is a quaint piece of information. Having been brought up in an Irish family, I do remember eating lots and lots of potatoes. They were a staple commodity.

As a child, I played with “Mr. Potato Head” and “Mrs. Potato Head.” At the time, I think I had to bug my mother for real potatoes into which I inserted various ears, arms, legs, noses, etc. Today, there is quite a variety of these types of toys on the market.

To read more about Potatoes, if you are so inclined, please visit this file: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Potato I was amazed to learn that today China and India grow 1/3 of the entire potato crop of the world. Potatoes have Vitamin G, found in no other living organism. The potato is believed to prevent and/or help relieve bouts of gout (arthritis of the joints). Potatoes are tasty, nutritious, and a versatile staple of the kitchen. Now, please pass the potatoes. Thank you!

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The cover of the album presents the strong image that the artist intended: a female head and a male body. Bartoli has an exquisite and well-trained voice and seems to have been the right person to have achieved this kind of historical exploration. With her many abilities, she certainly appears to present a true depiction of the time period.

In addition, Anne Rice has written a novel that includes details about the castratos of Venice and Naples.

Patricia Cummings