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Wednesday, June 30th, 2010

We are a consumer society and I suppose I am guilty of being a constant consumer myself. My downfall is buying books. I’ve hardly ever met a quilt book or textile history book I didn’t think I needed. Ok. Quilt history writing is my profession. At least that is how I justify my purchases. Lately, I’ve tried to stop justifying anything I do. After all these years of hard work, I feel entitled to just about anything I want that is affordable and within reason. My wishes are usually small, relatively speaking.

At least I have a focus in life. As I see it, I celebrate “pieces of the past,” those “pieces” being material objects that are the legacy of once-living souls. Sometimes, these individuals made quilts; in other cases, textiles were created in tribute to their lives, and in still other instances, purchased material goods served to represent the people who loved them who were away and could not be there in person.

Due to their shorter life expectancy, textiles usually are not as valued in the public eye as, say, fine European paintings by (male) painters, or finely crafted wood furniture, or highly-perfected sculptures that have a record of longevity over centuries. On the other hand, the apparel of monarchy is preserved in medieval paintings and other historic paintings such as the murals of Velazquez at El Prado Museum in Madrid.

Tonight, I cannot sleep. I am thinking about how much I value textiles. I am also considering the upcoming birthday of a granddaughter and pondering what I could possibly do to honor her special day. The answer I am coming up with is nothing! She has “everything.” The house is swimming with toys, books and videos. The grandchildren have constant stimulation. Taken to museums, libraries and playgrounds, they participate in swim lessons and play dates and are taken across the country and beyond. I’ve already made her a quilt.

When I exit this world, I will leave behind a huge amount of research and writing that is unique and was original to me, when I wrote it. I consider myself lucky to share ideas with the millions of people who have read my words on my website, in books, magazines, newspapers, in letters and newsletters. Mostly, I sit here alone with my thoughts. Writing is not generally a collective effort! It is a solitary and often lonely existence, but a way to reach out. Writing makes me happy and so does making quilts. That is my life and my legacy and furthermore, all that I can possibly give. canadian pharmacy emails itself is truly the greatest gift.

Patricia Cummings

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Monday, June 28th, 2010

Colonial Williamsburg has set up a display of fifteen historic quilts at their Abby Aldrich Rockefeller Folk Art Museum. One of the quilts is an unfinished Crazy Quilt made in 1886 for Reverend Oliver W. Winchester, a departing Presbyterian minister of Reedsburg, Wisconsin. All of the twenty makers of the quilt are known, so the quilt was chosen not only for its fine workmanship, but also for its provenance.

Also shown in the exhibit are a fund raising quilt for a school in New York; a crib quilt made in Virginia, and twentieth-century quilts made in Alabama. “All tell stories about people and events of the past.”

This sounds like a wonderful exhibit. If anyone is in the area this summer, I urge you to visit this exhibit!

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Thursday, June 24th, 2010

H. Kristina Haugland, Associate Curator of Costume and Textiles at the Philadelphia Museum of Art has made an illustrated lecture available online: “.” I hope you enjoy this presentation as much as I did.

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Thursday, June 24th, 2010

Press Release from Susan Plump, Public Relations Director

Billings Farm & Museum Highlights: Opening Weekend of 24th Annual Quilt Exhibition

WOODSTOCK, VERMONT… Billings Farm & Museum, gateway to Vermont’s rural heritage, will host its 24th Annual Quilt Exhibition from July 31 – September 26, 2010. Opening Weekend, July 31 – August 1, will feature quilting programs, an informal workshop for beginning quilters, plus activities for all ages. The exhibit will feature more than 50 quilts made by today’s quilters of Windsor County, plus quilting activities and demonstrations for every age and skill level. Many of the quilters will be on hand to discuss their work.

This year, the Farm & Museum was selected by the Vermont Crafts Council as one of several satellites throughout the state to showcase an element of craft history in their State of Craft project. The Quilt Exhibition will feature a “quilt challenge” entitled Finding Common Threads: Historical Inspiration and Modern Interpretations. Two 19th century quilts from the museum’s collection served as the inspiration for members of the Heart of the Land Quilter’s Guild to create designs of their own – following specific design and construction rules agreed upon by the guild. The historic quilts and the work of the Guild members will be featured.

Quilts have been a part of American rural life for over 300 years. They are colorful testimony to the fact that farm life, while sometimes austere, held celebration. The women who settled in Vermont during the late 18th century brought with them the hand skills, thrift, imagination, and traditional designs which would develop into a peculiarly American art form: the patchwork quilt.

Today’s Vermont quilters carry on a continuing and evolving tradition. Much of the contemporary work of Windsor County quilters is composed of patterns handed down from earlier generations and executed by hand; some adapt the traditional craft to more modern expressions and materials. All require skill, patience, and imagination.

Admission to Billings Farm & Museum’s 24th Annual Quilt Exhibition includes the operating dairy farm, orientation and farm life exhibits, the restored and furnished 1890 Farm House, plus daily programs and activities.

The Billings Farm & Museum is owned and operated by The Woodstock Foundation Inc., a charitable non-profit institution founded by Mary French and Laurance Spelman Rockefeller. For further information: 802/457-2355 or .

Billings Farm is an operating Jersey dairy farm that continues a century-long tradition of agricultural excellence and offers farm programs and historical exhibits that explore Vermont’s rural heritage and values. Since opening to the public in 1983, the Farm & Museum has served as a gateway to Vermont’s rural heritage for over a million visitors and 100,000 of the region’s school children. Open daily May 1 through October 31, 10:00 a.m. to 5:00 p.m. and weekends, Nov.-Feb. Admission: adults: $12.00; 62 & over: $11.00; children 5-15: $6.00; 3-4: $3.00; 2 & under: free. The Farm & Museum is located one-half mile north of the Woodstock village green on Vermont Route 12. For information: 802/457-2355 or www.billingsfarm.org.

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Thursday, June 24th, 2010

PRESS RELEASE

The Remick Country Doctor Museum and Farm
Executive Director: Karen Suleski
Public Relations Coordinator: Christiana Amesquita
Phone: (603) 323-7591
Fax: (603) 323-8382
www.remickmuseum.org

June 17, 2010-Tamworth, NH: Originally from New London, CT and raised on a small farm in East Lyme, Karen Sulewski joins the the Remick Museum and Farm team, as the new Executive Director.

Karen who is no stranger to raising livestock, learned the art of homesteading at a very young age and still practices it in her own home today. Because of her passion for history, Karen volunteered at, The Brigade of the American Revolution, where she was a living history reenactor and taught open-hearth cooking, natural dyeing and candle making. Karen pursued a degree in Computer Programming and Marketing and has enjoyed 20 plus years in Commercial Printing Management.

Yearning for a simpler life with her family and moved to Tamworth in 2004 where she has spent the last 6 years working for the American Youth Foundation Merrowvista Education Center in Tuftonboro.

Karen is an amateur mycologist, birder and naturalist and hopes to bring her love of nature and appreciation for the past to the Farm.
“I am extremely optimistic about our future and am honored to play a part in maintaining the Farm and Museum as the pride of Tamworth.” You can reach Karen Sulewski by phone (603) 323-7591 or by email: director@remickmuseum.org. The Remick Country Doctor Museum and Farm is located at 58 Cleveland Hill Road, Tamworth, NH. For more information please call the Museum’s Visitor Center toll free at (800) 686-6117 or explore online at

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Wednesday, June 23rd, 2010

Last night, with all good intentions, Jim and I embarked on an evening out to hear a musical concert in a small New Hampshire town. We left plenty of time to find the location site, but when we arrived in the general area, there were no signs, and no indication of the name of the place listed for this event. We thought that it might be more on the outskirts of town, so we drove further and further until we were in a different community altogether. By the time we drove back to the center of town, we still could not figure out where the meeting might be found, and the clock read 6:59 p.m., which would have meant that we would arrive late. Not cool!

We had gotten so busy, we had kind of forgotten to eat supper, so we decided to head back toward Concord, hoping to find an ice cream stand or something, on the way. I spotted a take-out restaurant with picnic tables and was pleased to find that they sold a few types of sandwiches, including egg salad, one of my favorites that I never think to make at home. I decided to have that as a treat, instead of ice cream.

Riding around the back roads of Belmont and Gilmanton, New Hampshire, I marveled at the many gorgeous, well-kept old houses of the well-to-do, sometimes with scenic views of a lake or mountains. The grounds of the beautiful homes are carefully manicured, no doubt by hired hands. One gets a real sense of history, just riding by. As we drove along, Jim pointed out the former farm of his grandparents in Loudon, NH, and the former site of an apple orchard formerly owned by his aunt and uncle.

We did not experience any musical joy, unless you count my humming in the car! Our ride to nowhere was an escape from work, a chance to chat without interruptions, and a basic time-out. We came home feeling refreshed and ready to do-it-all-again, today. The impression that remains includes the beautiful flowers and trees of New Hampshire. We live in a grand state!

Patricia Cummings

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Tuesday, June 22nd, 2010

In high school, I read the most delightful story called, “Waiting for Godot.” I would have to re-read it to report on its content accurately (and should do that)! The title is significant and a constant reminder of how patient we have to be, waiting for events that may never happen or people who may canadian pharmacy emails show up.

It seems that I am always waiting. It probably happens to you, too. Waiting at the doctor’s office, waiting for the mail to show up, waiting for a phone call, waiting for a kind word, waiting for guests to arrive, waiting for contracts, waiting for change of one kind or another, waiting to buy new clothes, and waiting for many other reasons.

Waiting consists of wanting the future to be now, but it isn’t and furthermore, it never will be. Wives and family wait for military men to return home. Children wait to see their Dads. People can’t wait for their children to grow up. They can’t wait to see their first grandchild born. They can’t wait until they retire. They can’t wait for vacation.

To say, “Live in the moment,” may have originated with the hippies, but probably not. Christians wait for the glorious Second Coming. So did people in the nineteenth century who felt that the exact day could be determined by clues in the Bible. They were wrong. Wait, wait, wait. What to do? A dish of ice cream sounds marvelous. Will you join me? We can wait together for this guy called “Godot,” or
(God?)

Patricia Cummings

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Sunday, June 20th, 2010

Like Ellen Webster, my favorite research subject who lived in two different centuries, I have done the same, and today seems like a good day to think about some of the changes I have seen. In my “day,” I did not own a lot of plastic toys made in China. My mother would give me a metal pie pan and send me to the back yard to play in dirt. I’d mix chokecherries, water from a stream running through our property, and mud, and call it a “pie.” Alternately, she would throw blankets over the backyard clothesline, an aluminum affair with a central pole, to enclose a space where I could “play house,”
with my little friend.

me in 1956

Patti with “Jill, the Walking Doll,” and brother, Stevie Grace on Christmas 1956

The teacher in me came out at a very early age. I’d line up my dolls and stuffed animals in the cellar of our north end home in Manchester, NH, when I was about five years old, and while writing on a freestanding chalkboard, a gift to my mother from her (3rd grade?) teacher, I would instruct my willing audience in letters and numbers.

My brothers would be upstairs, watching Rin Tin Tin, Hop-along Cassidy, or some other cowboy show on a Black and White TV. A piano sat in the same room that had belonged to my grandmother. Whenever I knew that the piano tuner would be coming over, I would ask my mom for “Rolos” chocolate candy so that I could give him some as a treat. My Dad liked to sit in that same “family room” on Saturday afternoon, for a break, and he would ask me to bring him a cup of coffee. I felt so grown up in mixing a level teaspoon of Sanka and a level teaspoon of sugar in a cup, and then mother poured in the hot water and milk.

The Fuller Brush man, the milkman, the bakery truck, and the ice cream truck were frequent visitors to our home. The milk came in glass bottles and mother always poured off the cream that would rise to the top and saved it in a little pitcher for coffee. She belonged to the Stanley Club, whatever that was. It may have been a place to order clothes by mail. We are talking 1950s here. Woolworth’s department store was in full force. I loved to go there because they had big packets of cancelled postage stamps for just a thin dime that I could mount in a big postage stamp book; AND they had the best hot fudge sundaes ever! Postage on first class mail was only 4 cents, if memory serves. Mother would buy me little dry goods, doilies, bureau scarves, etc., that I could embroider.

Pierre Bear book

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My Aunt Ginny would take me with her to the supermarket on Saturday, and “if I was good,” she’d buy me a Little Golden Book. There was a big kiosk of them and I always had a hard time choosing one because I wanted them all! They were still selling “Coke” in bottles. Occasionally, the family would drive to Concord, NH on a Sunday to go to the A&W outdoor restaurant. If I remember correctly, one placed an order through a microphone and the food was brought out to the car – the usual fare being hamburgers. There were metal trays that swung into the car on both sides, as I recall.

I had a small record player on which I played 45 RPM records, including “Alvin and the Chipmunks” and the first Beatle record. My brother, Jack, had all of Elvis Presley’s 78 RPM records. My favorite song was, “You Ain’t Nothin’ but a Hound Dog.”

Once the family had moved to Deerfield in the 1960s, a new era had been entered. Jack now preferred Joan Baez, and inspired by his adoration of her, I learned to play guitar. Whilst the twins were touting Doublemint Gum in TV commercials, Kruschev was banging his shoe on the table at the United Nations, saying, “We, (Russia),will bury you!” In honor of the first dog in space, my father changed my dog’s name to “Sputnik.” I think I liked “Scampy” better.

Drive-in movies were still in place in the sixties and “fun” for those who liked mosquito bites, suffering in cars without a-c, or teenagers who wanted to be alone, at any cost! Birth control was unheard of and more than a few girls I know got “caught,” in a most visible way. Certain feminine products had not yet been invented, and training bras and garter belts with pull-up nylons were the order of the day – no pantyhose!

When the family first lived in Deerfield, NH in 1963, the telephone service still had a live operator and 4-party lines. Anyone in the network could eavesdrop on telephone conversations. Creepy. Of course, it was more expedient than the Telegraph, a way in which many important messages were transmitted during the 1940s. I still have copies of some of those family communications.

When I look back, I realize how much young people of today have missed. I feel like a relic, and yet, I am still here to tell the story of these things. I lived through the dark days of the Vietnam War, the assassinations of great men who stood for political and social justice, and I saw the first man “walk on the Moon.” I have yet to catch up to such things as i-phones, i-Pads, or i-Tunes. Many days, I feel limited, technologically-speaking. Yet, I feel at an advantage having lived through these many years, having experienced the advances of the 20th century, first hand.

James Gorham

James Gorham, my son, in 1979, standing in Deerfield, in front of the barn I painted, and using the “Scooter” that was a toy of mine when I was a kid, passed down from yet another generation, original owner unknown. No dirt bikes on the scene. The barn is now torn down, the “boy” is grown up and is a father of two! Happy Father’s Day, James!

I recall playing “Tinkertoys” with my nieces and nephew on the floor of the family home in Deerfield. I remember picking fresh peaches in my father’s orchard, and grapes from the roadside, and collecting Black Walnuts from the tree in our front yard. I remember swinging on a swing that my father made for an old Maple Tree, no longer there. I remember my horses, my rabbit, my chickens, and growing houseplants… and getting in hay… and painting the barn. The past is never truly gone, as long as we have recollections of it. I can truly tell you that I have lived a life! So far, it’s been a journey I wouldn’t trade!

Patricia Cummings

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Thursday, June 17th, 2010

No matter what goes wrong in this world, there is always someone to pass the buck. Even CEOs of companies can get away with blaming their employees for bad choices and dead-wrong decisions made in the heat of expediency and time/cost effectiveness. A case in point is the recent British Petroleum disaster. It will take years before we can determine the extent of the damage already done to wildlife and habitat by an accident that potentially might have been prevented.

I notice that the news is downplaying the story of the birds and fish that have been affected. I did see one segment about out-of-work shrimpers in Louisiana, but that was about it for coverage. Of course, I do not watch much television. Good thing! It is upsetting to see birds covered in oil and barely able to stand.

On another topic regarding animals, the town of Barre, Vermont is considering legislation to require that cats be walked on a leash and not allowed free to roam. They are a threat to wild birds and other critters. Other communities already have this legislation in place from OH to CO and FL to MD and New Orleans. It is a good idea to restrain cats, although they definitely wouldn’t like the idea. See the full story here:

Part of not letting a cat roam free is taking responsibility for one’s pet. So is the idea of having the pet neutered or spayed. There are enough feral kittens around and they become feral cats that breed more feral cats. It is a sinking feeling to inadvertently run over any animal. Cats dash into the street from out of nowhere. That happened to us on one dark and very rainy night in a busy suburban neighborhood. There was no way we were going to try to go around trying to find the cat’s owner. The cat should have been inside on such a terrible night!

Responsibility extends into many areas of life. We are responsible for keeping all in our care safe, human or animal. Why do some of us not feel an obligation to the greater world to protect the environment? I am sure that the economy will not be affected by the BP oil spill. It is just a shame how we continue to pollute our oceans and poison the feeding grounds of birds and fish.

I am really tired of lackadaisical and self-serving individuals who do not put much thought when it comes to their work, or the quality thereof, but are the first in line to collect the perks and the pay. What kind of world will our grandchildren inherit?

Patricia Cummings

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Wednesday, June 16th, 2010

If a quilter mentions to anyone else that she/he makes quilts, no doubt, the other party will say that their grandmother or aunt or mother also used to make quilts. Many of these items are no longer within families. People die and let’s face it, material goods often “live” far beyond our lifetimes, and eventually find a new home.

What happens when family members think of old quilts as something just to get out of their hair? Well, usually, the family, unknowingly or not, calls in a “picker” or an antiques dealer who buys a job lot of whatever. and proceeds to disburse household goods.

Most often, dealers are unaware of the history of every item that passes their hands, and do not know, or take the time to find out the monetary value of them. Keep in mind that values fluctuate a great deal based on workmanship, condition, and desirability.

Collectors are drawn to certain items for very different reasons. They may like to collect pieces from a certain time period, or may like certain colors, or place value on an item that seems to be unique to them.

Twice within a short time, I have been contacted by family members who are related to some of the people who made quilts that are now in my collection. They wish to reclaim items that they got rid of without another thought, that I bought from a dealer, and that I have taken the time to research and/or publish. Keep in mind that these same items were of NO value and of NO consequence to the family before now. But since I have bothered to elevate their status by paying attention to them in a meaningful way, suddenly, these items are demanded back, free of charge, to boot! I am mystified by this attitude.

Truly, I believe that a dedicated collector oftentimes values family material goods far more than the family itself. Collectors know how to care for items in their collection to preserve them in the best way possible and not allow antiques to be used, or in the case of special textiles, becanadian pharmacy emails by the unknowing who do not have any information about care, display, or storage of textiles.

I feel no obligation to “return” items that I have acquired legally. After I have spent so much time with them, a part of myself has gone into their study and I feel a real connection to the quilter and her work. Some day, with any luck, these items will find another “good home.” Any thoughts?

Patricia Cummings

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Monday, June 14th, 2010

When we were visiting with the grandchildren last month, the oldest, who is three years old, said, “I want Zoboomafu!” I said, “What did you say?” He repeated, “I want Zoboomafu?” My old ears were not quite familiar with those sounds and certainly could not make sense of them. I had to call for an interpreter!

Come to find out, “Zoboomafu” is a children’s show, based in Canada. It is a guided tour through zoos by a cartoon (Lemur) host and two wacky guys who love animals! Not that you have to be “wacky” to love animals, and I don’t know if they are truly “wacky” or were just so overly-enthused that they appear so. However, the end result was an entranced and very silent young man who LOVES animals. Good! I spelled “Loves” in capital letters. He was spellbound! I expect that he will be a zoo keeper when is older!

grandson

If it is a fish, a dog, a turtle, a dinosaur, or any other creature, this little guy loves it!

Being a wonderful step-grandpa, my husband ordered a DVD of Zoboomafu for Patrick and also has been perfecting his skill at making homemade, nutritious and delicious animal crackers with all natural ingredients, no trans-fats. Jim has even gone so far as to resurrect animal shapes from my collection of Christmas cookie cutters to make cut-outs of hens, camels, turkeys, and other delightful animals to eat!

If you have a youngster or a grandchild who loves animals, he/she just might be as enthralled as Patrick with the following video:

Grandmother Pat

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Monday, June 14th, 2010

Nathaniel Baker served as Governor of the State of New Hampshire and as a public official much of his life. He is the son of Abel J. Baker, Jr. who built our home in 1821. We are the fourth owners.

our home

Here is a link to a current display, including a photo of Baker:

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Friday, June 11th, 2010

Today was a gorgeous day, not too hot, not too cold. This afternoon, when Jim mentioned that he might do some more “weed whacking,” I suggested that we drive over to a natural area in Concord that runs along the beautiful Merrimack River and take a hike. The wooded trail sports some extremely old-growth pine trees, and an outstanding Shag Hickory, as Jim pointed out. He had begun his college career as a Forestry/Botany major before the U.S. Army sent him on a scenic tour of Germany, in another life.

Pat near Merrimack River

I was in a rare mood this afternoon and when a Halloween sweatshirt with “Lucy” that says “The Witch is ‘In’ ” fell out of my closet, I decided to wear it. The Merrimack River looks serene on the surface but has strong undercurrents and sometimes eels, formerly harvested for food by Native Americans.

We passed some swampy areas where we stopped to check for Heron or a Snapping Turtle. None seen, we meandered through a plantation setting of pines that have been nicely-groomed. The sun was streaming through to the pine needles on the forest floor. Next, we came to a field area that borders the river. We saw a couple with their two dogs. One little dog was not straying far from them and one of the dogs was at the bottom of a steep banking and was full of mud. He seemed intent on digging a hole at the river’s edge. Some teenagers were hanging out a little ways away. We continued down the trail.

dog

The muddy dog enjoying himself!

The big surprise of the day was in seeing an area cordoned off because just over the edge of a high embankment there is a huge nesting site for a certain kind of swallow. We stayed clear, but watched as the swallows swooped over the water in great numbers. I never knew that swallows nested in sand!

The trail makes a loop so we eventually came out to the field near the pines. We were prepared with bug spray, and were bothered only by a persistent deer fly that was intent on biting my head, but didn’t.

All in all the events of the day were a total pleasure, from beginning to end. I enjoyed presenting a talk about my favorite research subject, Mrs. Ellen Webster, New Hampshire’s Own Quilt Historian, to a receptive audience. I am so happy to live in Concord, New Hampshire, a friendly community where the “river runs through it.”

Patricia Cummings

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Wednesday, June 9th, 2010

Locally grown and freshly prepared brown bag picnic lunches offered July and August at Remick Museum

June 8, 2010-Tamworth, NH: It can’t get any fresher with picnic lunches from the Remick Country Doctor Museum and Farm in July and August!

As a part of expanding our food way programs at the Remick Farm, visitors can now enjoy freshly prepared brown bag lunches from 11am to 2pm on July 7th, July 21st, August 4th, and August 18th.

During the summer there is so much to do at the Remick Museum and Farm! After July 4th, summer hours and activities set in Monday through Saturday with a 10:30am milking activity, where kids can try milking a cow or goat; a 11am guided Farm tour, a 12pm horse-drawn wagon ride, a 12:30pm hands on historic activity, a 1pm tour of our historic home, the Captain Enoch Remick House, followed by another wagon ride at 2pm and a guided farm tour at 2:30pm. While you’re here visit the farm animals and see all of our new babies this year, including goats, cows, turkeys and more! Enjoy scenic walking trails or go inside and self-tour the Museum and see exhibits including our newest exhibit, The Art of Homesteading!

Admission to the Remick Museum and Farm is $3 per person or $10 per family. Members receive free admission and 10% off at the Museum Store and Farm stand. Cost per picnic lunch is just $5. Keep in mind horse-drawn wagon rides can accommodate up to 10-12 persons and are an additional $5 per person, children ages 4 and under ride free on their parents lap. The Remick Museum and Farm is easily accessible from Routes 16 and 25 at 58 Cleveland Hill Road, Tamworth, NH. For more information please call the Museum’s Visitor Center (603) 323-7591 or toll free (800) 686-6117. You can also visit us online at

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Monday, June 7th, 2010

Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882) was a beloved American poet who lived in Concord, Massachusetts. He was an unerring friend to Nathaniel Hawthorne, Bronson Alcott and his family (including Louisa May Alcott), Margaret Fuller, and Henry David Thoreau. His inheritance from his first wife, whom he married when she was eighteen and who died two years later, helped to see his friends through financial ups and downs. Collectively, this group of writers are known as “Transcendentalists.” They have given us some of the most important literary works of the nineteenth century.

This morning, I was sent this poem by poem-hunter.com Newsletter. I am signed up to receive a poem a day.

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A mark of good poetry is its timeless meaning. I hope that you like this poem as much as I do.

Patricia Cummings