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The Issue of Gun Control

Wednesday, February 9th, 2011

This is not a post about quilts but about a relevant topic of the times we live in. The question on the table is whether or not individuals should be allowed to have guns, and if so, if the type of guns they own should be regulated? In light of the recent tragedy in Tucson, this matter is enjoying more visibility. There are those who advocate laws to prevent gun ownership by anyone except the police or military. On the other hand, there are people who have grown up in homes with guns and who are trained to shoot them but also realize the importance of locking them away from access by minor children.

Those who have been affected directly by a gun incident and have sustained injuries would probably be in agreement that guns are dangerous. They would be of the opinion that logically speaking, guns should be banned. While I empathize with victims of any kind, I have to disagree that banning guns is the answer. However, I believe that assault weapons should not be sold in department stores like K-Mart or at all, for that matter, and that more stringent regulations and background checks should be applied to those seeking to purchase new hand guns.

You see, the problem is misplaced when we focus on guns, the instruments of violence. At its root, violence comes from violent people. Terrorists place no value on human life, not even their own lives. That is why we have seen so many willing suicide-bombers.

My question is simple: If we live in a country in which only the police have guns, wouldn’t that be akin to living in a police state? Don’t we have enough restrictions of our freedom? It seems that we are becoming the victims of our own paranoia in America. I won’t even think of getting on an airplane or suffering through the intrusive screenings in order to do so. Bah, humbug.

Are we also to think about outlawing hunting? Already the deer population has exploded to the point that it is out of control and as far as I can see, the wild turkey population has made a comeback in unprecedented numbers as well. We have just about made the wolf extinct, a natural predator that kept nature in balance. Responsible and lawful hunters are needed.

There are good reasons for gun ownership, not the least of which is to protect one’s own home. The Union Leader ran a column in the past (and perhaps even now) called “The Armed Citizen” in which tales of homeowners protecting themselves and their property were listed in abundance. The “good guy” won. I am not advocating violence. It is just nice to have the option of protecting oneself. Let’s not restrict yet one more of our freedoms as Americans.

Patricia Cummings

It’s All in Finding the Right Terminology

Monday, January 3rd, 2011

I’ll admit it. I am technologically-challenged and a little bit technologically-phobic. After my last public talk, it was suggested that my presentation would have been enhanced if I would use a microphone. Never to take constructive criticism lightly, I decided to try to round up a “microphone” for my next engagement. Over the weekend, I looked online for “microphones,” which turned out not to be what I needed / wanted. We went to Radio Shack this morning and quickly realized that what we really needed was a whole system. Not to buy a pig in a poke, and not able to figure out if what the store was selling could meet our needs, we came home to our favorite place to do business: the Internet.

Jim found the correct name to describe what we wanted, logically, a “PA System.” Armed with that knowledge, he began sending me links for amazon and best buy listings. I chose one PA System product that has many great reviews to its credit, comes with its own carrying case with a shoulder strap, is small, lightweight, and adequate to do a great job. The batteries needed are sent with the product, there is good support service available from the company, and the product comes with everything that is needed for an immediate start. The price was right.

I’ve strained my voice for years, teaching and giving talks to groups. This sounds like such a great idea, I’ll probably wonder why I never thought of it before now.

Here is a link so you can see why I was “sold” on this product.

Harbinger of Spring

Friday, December 31st, 2010

The first seed catalog arrived in yesterday’s mail. Its pre-season arrival always seems a bit too optimistic when the ground is frozen and I am, too. Gardening is the furthest thing from our minds in late December. We used to be inundated with ads of this kind until we started buying annuals and perennials locally and seeds, too. People who stop buying appear to be deleted from catalog lists. It is a treat to look through a catalog at this time of year and savor the luscious fruit that looks as though one could just reach out and pull off the tree. The flowers are all perfect: no blight, no insects. The vegetables would make any farmer proud to put them on his table.

trumpet vine

Trumpet vine in our yard, photo by James Cummings

There is a lot of joy to be found in growing things. Like children, plants take a lot of care to make sure they get the right nutrients and stand tall and survive. Plants must be weeded, watered, and fertilized if they are to grow. They are a lot like relationships. Without care, relationships can die on the vine.

How many relationships have you had over the years that you’ve abandoned? This happens. Sometimes, the demise of a relationship is no one’s fault in particular, or happens for no reason that is apparent. Sometimes, the relationship was just a one-way street from the beginning, with only one person truly invested in it. One wise person once told me that she never worries about the relationships as they come and they go and really, there are so many people in the world, who cares? Well, that is one cavalier way to put it, but once we have given away a piece of our heart, it is no longer ours, and when someone exits our lives, there is a huge hole left that cannot be filled.

Winter is a dead time of year. All the colors have changed to gray and white and black. At least now that the Winter Solstice has happened, the days are getting a little brighter, a little longer. Spring is a happier, more carefree time, free of all of the expectations and commitments associated with Christmas, for example. Spring, with the returning summer birds, the awakening bears with their young, and the daffodils, tulips, and hyacinths fill us with joy and a feeling that anything is possible.

This winter has been bitterly cold. I’ve been down with the flu, and the holidays I have come to dread more and more. Anything that can bring promise for a better future is welcome, and today the seed catalog is fulfilling that role.

Here’s wishing you happiness in your life, the awareness to be thankful for what you have, the ability to harness the energy to change the things you do not like, and the wisdom to accept that which seems impossible to change. Here’s to a great 2011!

Pat

Merry Christmas!

Saturday, December 25th, 2010

Christmas postcard

Merry Christmas to all!

Pat and Jim

This and That: Chatty Reflections on a Day

Wednesday, December 22nd, 2010

Tonight, I spent a little time filling out an application to adopt a dog. It has been quite a while since both of my beloved pets passed on, years in fact. I would enjoy the companionship. I really prefer dogs because I am severely allergic to cat dander. Dogs are faithful companions, seeking nothing but approval and returning unconditional love. Dogs act the way humans should, if they had any sense. So, it is time.

In other news, I learned yesterday that the quilt exhibit at the Museum of NH History has been extended until February 27. This is good news as I will be giving a talk about Ellen Webster and her quilt charts in January, after the date that the exhibit was due to be pulled down. Now, I will be able to encourage the audience to take time to visit the museum to see some of charts, first hand. The bonus part of the exhibit is that antique quilts have been placed around the perimeter of the room. I was absolutely amazed when a friend who works as a night watchman told me that he had stood looking at the signatures on one of the quilts and found one by “Fanny Farmer.” Yes, Fanny Farmer of cooking school fame. There is an interesting link to Ellen’s daughter which I believe I mention in my book about Ellen Webster.

The holiday shows and concerts on television have been most enjoyable. In New Hampshire today, we had the first snowfall, beautiful to watch. I read today on a greeting card that one measure of knowing that one is old is looking forward to a “dull evening at home.” That would be us. We leave the night life to those who enjoy it. While looking for other ephemera tonight, I came across a significant pile of old family letters. In them, I learned more of the history of my uncles, mother’s friends, and other family relatives. Very enlightening, and also very tragic in some instances. It is good that my mother loved to save everything. She has left a paper trail of the events in the lives of people close to her.

LaSalette Nativity scene

If you are a Christian, then truly “Jesus is the reason for the season.” Each year, we visit the LaSalette Shrine in Enfield, NH to view their elaborate pilgrimage site, decorated with countless light displays and attractions

I may get around to doing some holiday baking tomorrow. Jim has been cooking and baking wonderful food items all week. I’d love to make some cookies. I hope that all of you are warm and happy and are anticipating a pleasant weekend. Two new books I’ve been wanting arrived in the mail today. I could not be happier.

Pat

A Beautiful Arpillera to Warm the Spirit

Tuesday, December 21st, 2010

arpillera

Arpillera in the form of a child’s backpack

This exquisite little embroidered and appliquéd textile is typical of those made with a Guatemalan woven-fabric background. I was delighted to see the scene which includes a flowering Saguaro cactus, an alpaca, flowers, and happy sun and drops of rain descending from a cloud. There is also a girl who is wrapped in cloth that has blue anchors on a white ground. For centuries, the anchor symbol has stood for Christ himself, among Christians.

Indeed the women who make small wall quilts with similar (raised) figures may feel in need of socorro from above. You see, many of their husbands are among those taken away during the night, never to return home, imprisoned and tortured for their political beliefs. There are so many of these kidnappings, the men are referred to simply as “los desaparecidos” – literally, “the disappeared ones.” The women are left to eek out a meager subsistence through their needlework. Ironically, with needle and thread, they always “paint” a picture of earth as a happy place with gardens, trees, and the perpetual sun, as well as people and animals.

I came across this example in an antiques store (although it is NOT an antique) and count myself lucky to have found it. I treasure products that show the resourcefulness of women in the face of almost unsurpassable adversity. This item seems to have never been “used.” For now, I will collect it, pondering every stitch in full appreciation of this piece of folk art.

Pat

Yankee Swaps: A Travesty of the Season

Saturday, December 11th, 2010

For a short time, I worked as a “Temp” – sort of an all girl Friday, answering the phone, processing checks, and doing data entry. Around Christmas time, an office party was planned. A certain monetary limit was set but some people, in the spirit of the season, far exceeded the limit, while others decided to re-gift knickknacks or simply show up with a bag of M&Ms. The game we played is called “Yankee Swap” and my dim memory of it recalls that when one selects a gift from the pile, but doesn’t want it, he / she can take away anyone’s previously selected gift and claim it. Of course, the most popular gift was wine or booze, although those were not officially allowed. By the end of the party, there were a lot of unhappy people.

Likewise, I have attended several quilt guild meetings in which “presents” were exchanged. Some members received a store bought tool and others were gifted with cute, handmade wall quilts or other items that took time and expertise to make. Again, there were those who felt cheated or out of sorts.

Social situations are never equitable. That is true even of one-on-one relationships. Often, a friend or significant other does not put as much effort, time or money into trying to select an appropriate gift. That’s life. Sometimes, there is a shortage of money, Christmas spirit, or else a relationship has turned sour for whatever reason. Should we be obligated to give a gift even when it is not in our hearts to do so? I think not.

Most of us who have a computer also are living in a house or an apartment. In other words, we are not homeless, if we don’t count those who may be reading Internet files on a library computer because they have no home. If we are affluent enough to have an actual dwelling to hang our hats, chances are good that we can probably provide for our own needs, and any gift is superfluous. Most of us don’t really have to be greedy about getting the best gift at an office party.

As I have said many times, the gift of our time is the greatest gift we can give to one another. Time is limited and sometimes we think we have more time than we actually have left. If you cannot afford expensive gifts, there are many thoughtful gestures that can be even more appreciated than a store bought item. Those gifts can be determined only by you, based on your own creative talents. Don’t get so caught up in malarkey and the trappings of the season that you lose sight of the season’s joy and hope.

Jim and I have not exchanged gifts in years. We found out a long time ago that we just can’t second guess each other’s tastes. We are happier choosing something special for ourselves during the month of December, our anniversary month. Then again, he and I really do march to the tune of a different drummer. Time we can share together is the most precious gift of all.

Peace,

Patricia Cummings

The Season of Lights

Monday, December 6th, 2010

Right now, the celebration of Hannukah is underway. With the lighting of the candles of the Mennorah nightly, Jewish people celebrate a long tradition rooted in their history. Light, in a sense, has always stood for truth just as the sun shines light on all that is real and good, while evil, mistrust, and crime lurk under the cover of darkness, symbolically-speaking.

A beautiful song that I really enjoy is a Hebrew song titled, “Hine Ma Tov.” I recorded it a number of years ago when I first learned that my own great grandmother, born in Vienna in 1839, had decided to hide her Jewishness (perhaps out of fear) when she immigrated to America. One should never have to hide their true beliefs or identity because of the fear of persecution. In this our “home of the brave” and “land of liberty,” I offer this song for my ancestor and for all in the world who suffer at the hands of tyrants… and all who died during the Holocaust in the blackest period of world history.

http://www.quiltersmuse.com/hinematov.htm

Patricia Cummings

“On Labeling”

Saturday, December 4th, 2010

On Labeling

Patricia Cummings, an original poem written on September 2, 2000

At the cupboard, I try to decide, will it be soup or spaghetti?
The label that helps me to choose
precludes me from opening beets or confetti.

Labels for food would most certainly be missed
were a youngster, bored, to remove them
but labels for people, just don’t seem to work
as much as we try to conjure them.

Until you are dead, you will all live in dread
of the words people say about you.
But you know who you are, and the gifts that you have,
so turn a deaf ear to the critics.

The Label of “Socialist” — Its Meaning Then and Now

Saturday, December 4th, 2010

“Socialist” is a loosely-bantered term these days and, in my opinion, it has come to have no specific meaning because in use, it has variable meanings to the many individuals using it, particularly as a pejorative word.

History does repeat itself. In 1929, the stock market crashed, engendering a lifelong distrust of banks by my father. That is one reason he established seventeen credit unions for his life’s work. What are credit unions and why are they different than banks, you ask? Credit unions are member-owned and member controlled. They do not exist to rip off people who own accounts or borrow there. They are a “cooperative,” in a sense, and you will not be surprised to learn that the first credit union was established in England among mill workers. That is an aside to what I want to tell you, but an important aside at that. Credit unions have thrived due to their cooperative spirit and the trust that people feel they can place in them (and their funds are insured by the FDIC).

Let us turn to the dictionary, always a good place to start any investigation involving words. In the New Oxford American Dictionary we find this description of the word, “socialism”:

socialism n. a political and economic theory of social organization that advocates that the means of production, distribution, and exchange should be owned or regulated by the community as a whole.

The entry further states that the term “socialism” has been used to describe positions as far a part as anarchism, Soviet state communism, and social democracy; however, it necessarily implies an opposition to the untrammeled workings of the economic market. The socialist parties that have arisen in most European Countries from the late 19th century have generally tended toward social democracy.

Origin of the word: from the French word socialisme (early 19th century)

Let’s back track to the early 1930s. President Franklin Delano Roosevelt, probably the greatest president we have ever had, took immediate measures upon assuming office to see to it that work opportunities were created. For his efforts, he was called a “Socialist” and a “Communist.”

During my own lifetime, I have always noticed that the Democrats try to establish far reaching programs that will help the general populace, including and most especially, the “little guy.” To my mind, there is something radically wrong with the top 1% of all wage earners recording 23% of all U.S. income. As Senator Bernie Sanders of Vermont said – with a $13.7 trillion dollar deficit on the books, why should there be 7 billion dollars in tax breaks so that millionaires and billionaires can become even richer.

I don’t believe that most Americans are looking for a handout. One of my father’s sayings was “a hand up, not a hand out.” It is a good one. We cannot ignore the problems of this country any longer. In Roosevelt’s time, the country was bordering on a revolution due to high unemployment and people lining up in soup lines, helpless and hopeless. I think we can learn lessons from the past. Partisan politics has to give way to common sense for the good of all. If that make me a “socialist,” then I think you should revisit the definition of the word. Amen.

Patricia Cummings

Things Too Good To Use

Sunday, November 7th, 2010

I don’t know about your mother, but my mother had items that she “saved for best.” Often, these were textiles, and mainly they were tablecloths. For special occasions, she would place an Irish linen tablecloth on the table, and cover it with a lace overlay. The color of the tablecloth usually coordinated with whatever set of china she’d decided to use that day. If it was her Haviland bone china, with a delicate blue floral design, then the tablecloth would be blue.

She had certain other serving dishes, special knives, and decorative containers that we only saw at Christmas or Easter. She would rotate her salt and peppers shakers. She accrued a large number of fine china teacups to which she and her friends were always adding. Many of them were probably never used. She had her favorites, and even saved the pieces of a white teacup with shamrocks, when it somehow was broken.

The item I am going to show you today was made by an unknown person. In fact, I purchased it at an antiques shop. I believe the crocheted potholder with its beautiful rose design must have fallen into the category of “too good to use.”

crocheted potholder

There is a saying that comes to mind. “If you don’t use it, your husband’s next wife will.” You could change the words to “daughter-in-law” or other possible recipient of your material goods, when you are no longer here to enjoy them.

So saying, there are items, like this potholder, that will never see “hard use” on my watch. It is too beautiful to be stained, and too impractical to afford much safety when used to handle hot pots. Some things may look utilitarian, but they are really aesthetic little pieces of art. I hope you enjoy seeing this “find.” It reminds me of all of the “Rose of Sharon” quilt blocks that I have come across in the last 20 years.

Patricia Cummings

Surprise Caption Could be Confusing

Saturday, November 6th, 2010

I must admit, I was surprised and downright mystified by a caption that appears in a brand new book, Quilts Around the World. A Redwork quilt is shown on page 33, “maker unknown, c. 1910-1920.” The captions says “Turkey Work Embroidered Quilt.” Ah, wait a minute! Someone is mistaken! There is no reason in the world to call it “Turkey Work.”

The common name for the type of embroidery shown is “Redwork.” The less common name is a more generic one that encompasses Bluework, Greenwork, etc. and that is, “Outline Stitch Embroidery.” I have written three books about Redwork, its history and instructions! All three of my Redwork books are available at: Quilter’s Muse Publications

Only have I seen e-Bay sellers referring to Redwork quilts as “Turkey Work,” only because they did not know the difference. As generalists and dealers, no one would expect them to make that distinction, but academics, c’mon!

Let’s backtrack, shall we? “Turkey Red” is a madder dyed, colorfast yarn that was originally used in the late nineteenth century when this type of outline stitching became popular. The “Turkey Red” name itself was a misnomer. The thread’s origin does not lie in the country of Turkey. I explain its origins in my book, Redwork Renaissance Revisited, available on CD. References and documentation are provided in my book(s).

The second part of the naming problem comes in because there is a stitch in embroidery known as “Turkey Work.” It is worked in a far different manner than the surface embroidery of Redwork. Turkey Work is a knotted, 3 dimensional stitch that is cut after embroidering. Huge difference.

So, someone flubbed up. Coincidentally, I have seen many of the designs on the particular quilt being shown in Quilts Around the World. Of course, these designs had common catalog origins or other commercial sources. Bunnies, chickens, dogs, flowers, a frog under a toadstool, children, a chinoserie figure, an elephant, a mule, a squirrel eating a nut, a sailboat, a bunch of grapes, roses, pansies, a turkey… these are all common figures of the time period in which Redwork patterns were sold.

Other than the bum caption, I like the book just fine. It hits on many of the topics that I have written about extensively for professional publication and on my website, such as Hmong work, molas, etc. The book is a compendium of information and has some very nice photos of quilts. There are enough words to keep one busy through a long winter, and as a bonus, there are patterns for some quilt blocks, at the end. In spite of the little problem I spotted, I would recommend this book.

Until next Wednesday, I have decided to run a special on my own Redwork books on CD. $10.00 each, one of each is the limit per customer. Write to: pat at quiltersmuse dot com to make arrangements for payment. I do not accept credit cards, but you can send a check or pay with Paypal. Supplies are limited. A nominal fee will be added for shipping. Hurry! This offer will not last!

Happy Embroidering!

The Flap Isn’t Over

Friday, September 10th, 2010

You will recall that yesterday, I came out in support of NOT burning the Koran / Quran books, but I was somewhat disturbed by last night’s news updates. The latest is that the pastor is planning to go to New York to meet with “those” behind the plans for the mosque / civic center, and he is deluded into thinking that they have suddenly changed their minds. I can see the writing on the wall. They haven’t and they won’t realign their plans, at least not based on his pressure. After all, even though he has received a lot of media attention, he is a relative nobody who came out of the woodwork. What is in it for the Imam to go to a lot of trouble and expense to find a different location?

It’s funny. As Americans we stand up for individual rights. The preacher would have been within his rights to protest the Arab world, Muslims in specific, but it was neither problem-solving or judicious to do so, in the manner he chose.

What strikes me as ironic is that while Americans are standing up for Muslims and the sanctity of their “Holy” book, they are burning OUR AMERICAN FLAG in their streets! I think that respect should always be a two way street, not a one-way dead end. While we are sacrificing our loved ones, put in harm’s way, for a hazy ideology that has been lost along the way, the very people we would try to help want nothing more than to kill us or make us all believers of Islam! In trying to get them to act in a decent manner toward each other and the world in general, they are thanking us by “acting up” and insulting our values. I don’t see anyone burning a flag from Afghanistan or Pakistan or Iraq in New York City.

It’s the American way to think that one man (or woman) can make a difference. It has happened so often that we really believe in the concept. Whether that man of God burns books on September 11 (or any time) has now become a moot point. He has set the idea in motion, and I can bet you dollars to doughnuts that if he doesn’t engage in this action, someone, somewhere, will. In the meantime, he is making a fool of himself thinking he is “negotiating.” I will be closely following the outcome of this most irritating situation.

Question About Redwork

Sunday, September 5th, 2010

Within the last several days, a number of people have written to ask the same question: “Why do some Redwork quilt have blocks with varying alignments that are not just presented vertically, but may be sideways or upside down?”

First of all, I have not been privy to seeing many Redwork quilts of this kind, but if some do exist, then short of holding a seance to ask 19th century Redwork enthusiasts, “What were you thinking?” – I’ll try to answer, as best I can.

In my opinion, the tradition could stem from the way in which quilt blocks on Baltimore Album quilts were aligned. Here is an example from the Dunton book:

Dunton's quilt

The quilt can be appreciated from many different angles, and in some cases, top and bottom could be made reversible, which would mean that the quilt was not getting more wear on one end.

In the meantime, I have been able to “guess,” from a certain clue given, that the question posed is on a test for the certified appraiser’s training program. Good luck, all!

Patricia Cummings
Quilter’s Muse Publications

Human Nature in the Face of Catastrophy

Thursday, August 26th, 2010

Human beings are never prepared for catastrophies, or so it seems. In spite of the heavy rains and wind in New Orleans, not many people could foresee the disaster that we now refer to simply as “Katrina.” With the roads of New Orleans flooded, as well as most houses, the rest of the country watched helplessly as television coverage captured some of the scenes for us.

Helicopters swooped from the sky to lift people from rooftops. The National Guard deployed to the area, and all of the local police, fire and rescue units were mobilized. The sobering truth is that, due to miscommunication, people presumed to be looters were shot by the police. Some were not looters, at all! Some officers truly believed the rumor that Marshall Law had been declared, when it had not.

Last night, I watched (part of) a television show that outlined the specific behavior of some law enforcement officials. When called upon to assist a (Black) man who had been shot, the authorities saw an opportunity to beat the two men who reported the problem, viciously. Then, they drove the victim, bleeding to death in the back of the car, to a remote location where they allegedly set his car on fire. When the crime scene was discovered, much later, the man’s skull had been removed. It is suggested that this was an attempt to tamper with evidence.

Multiply this scenario, and expand it into other unsavory situations, and you will begin to understand the true face of disaster. Of course, this criminal case is but a brief look at the tragic end of only one person’s life.

I have lived long enough to understand the group herd mentality that goes into the creation of mass hysteria and bad behavior on the part of those who are “supposed to be” role models. It is not that long ago that the incident of My Lai occurred in Vietnam. It stands out in my memory because I wrote an essay about it in Spanish for a college paper, when it was fresh news. A whole village of innocent women, children and old men were brutally slain by American soldiers to whom they posed no threat. The commander was court-martialled and spent some time in prison in the U.S.

In other instances, people are not killed directly, they just are not given financial aid that has been collected in their behalf. Somehow, the money goes astray into the pockets of the unscrupulous agents who have collected the funds.

Two art quilters, recently featured on this blog and on our website, have depicted the concept of the “Seven Deadly Sins” in their work. Greed is one of those sins. One quilt is geared specifically toward remembering “Katrina.” The artist states that the people of New Orleans suffered greatly and are continuing to endure pain because of that hurricane.

You know, humans would like to think that they are a cut-above the animal world and that they do not succumb to the pack mentality. To readjust your thinking, just look at the followers of Hitler and the millions who were slaughtered due to his insanity. That is not so long ago. While one lone wolf might be less likely to attack, a half-dozen will not hesitate to tear apart any prey.

The story of the murder of the bleeding man who needed medical intervention in New Orleans represents a greater moral question. Should one always adhere to chain of command protocol, even if following orders will have a bad outcome that is essentially unjust and unlawful? Food for thought…

Patricia Cummings