Archive for February, 2007

New Hampshire – Ten Reasons Why I Like It

Sunday, February 18th, 2007

Notwithstanding the fact that I was born in New Hampshire, that is not the only reason I enjoy living in the Granite State. I like the state because:

1) There is such an emphasis on history and the arts. We have quality museums that have an awful lot to offer. The NH Historical Society and Museum of NH History provides state of the art exhibits as well as wonderful publications with articles that are meaty, on target, and in depth. They provide quality educational lectures on myriad topics that both members and non-members are welcome to attend.

2) New Hampshire has been home to prominent writers, poets, sculptors, folksingers, quilters, painters, and other creative souls. To drop a few names into the conversation, we’d have to mention Richard Letterer, Robert Frost, Celia Thaxter, Augustus St. Gaudens, Bill Staines, Carol Doak, Faye Labanaris, Harriet E. Wilson, and others we have failed to list.

3) I like New Hampshire because we are home to one of the largest quilt shops in the country: Keepsake Quilting in Centre Harbor, a site that is located not far from the terrific Moultonboro Country Store, and the Remick Museum, further north, a great destination for the family.

4) We have an educational system that is unsurpassed, on all levels, and which holds high standards for teacher training. We are also home to Dartmouth College, an Ivy League school. Our state educational network of colleges and university sites are exceptional.

5) Recreation possibilities abound whether you enjoy swimming, fishing, boating, hiking, golfing, snowboarding, skiing, or skating.

6) Yankees are likely to lend a helping hand, whenever needed. Just be sure to bring a map with you. If you stop a native, he might just scratch his head and report that “You cain’t git they-a from he-a.” Of course, he’d be right! We have lots of back roads, passable only by those who know where they are going!

7) We can lay claim to having had one man elected from New Hampshire to serve in the White House, President Franklin Pierce.

8) With the first political primary in the country, we are the location that the nation watches when it comes to national elections.

9) Shopping for antiques here is grand. Like everywhere else, you might have to sort through the trash to find the treasure, but a day’s outing usually turns up some must-have items. Who knows? One man’s trash is another man’s treasure…as they say.

10) A sense of social justice and reason prevails here. The state was strongly abolitionist, and according to some, there was a network of “safe houses” in NH. We have also recently welcomed a huge number of immigrants, from all over the world, into our midst, not the least of whom have been people from Africa. They wear very colorful native dress and make the landscape more beautiful, by their presence.

For these ten reasons, and others, I love New Hampshire, whose motto is “Live Free or Die.”

“There is nothing so powerful as the truth.” – the late Daniel Webster, NH.

Patricia

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Beautiful Music

Sunday, February 18th, 2007

I told someone recently that I am going into a “music phase.” Coincidentally, my son bought me an antique, round back mandolin. I am just learning to play it, but he is a quick study. Today, when he and his family visited me, he picked up the mandolin and with just a few chord charts in front of him, he quickly learned enough chords so that, in no time flat, we were both singing, he was playing mandolin, and I was playing guitar.

For music, we chose some “old faithfuls” that do not have a lot of chord changes: “You Are My Sunshine,” “Take Me Home Country Roads,” and “This Land is Your Land.” I like the sound of the mandolin. It really fills out the folksy sound.

Life is funny. I had one parent who was musically inclined, and we tried to blend our music together, from time to time, although the Clarinet and the Saxophone pretty much drowned out the sound of my voice and my guitar. I was lucky to have had a brother who loved to sing and had a great (deep) voice. We would often sing together whenever we could, again, with me playing the guitar.

Fact of the matter is, I am not a terrific guitar player or even a trained one. I know enough chords, and enough of the basics of music to get by, and to just have a good time.

The music today was both a point of connection and a source of joy for my son and I. He and I both hope to “jam” again, sometime soon.

What surprises me most, although it is not surprising at all, is how much children absorb from the example set by their parents. I was strongly influenced by my own father, and I can see so many of my son’s interests and talents as having been my own passions, including love of language, enjoying being a teacher, wanting to live in an “antique” house, and really liking and appreciating material objects that are “pieces of the past.”

Right now, another folk song is brought to mind: “Teach Your Children Well.” We owe it to our children to bring them up with core values so that they will respect all living things, people, plants, and animals.

Tonight, I am feeling successful. I feel that I have provided a legacy for my only son, one that he can pass to his (recently born) son, and one that is a continuation of the values that my parents gave to me.

Love is forever.
Patricia

New History Article Posted: “Green Quilt for Black Diamond”

Saturday, February 17th, 2007

Tonight, we have posted a new article that records a bit of the history of a quilt that was made in the mid-nineteenth century, was reproduced by a quilt maker in the 1940s, and was later marketed as a kit in the 1950s.

The design is beautiful, and a finished quilt of this type is truly a treasure. Read about some of the stories surrounding this green and white quilt. While the information shared was fascinating to uncover, there is always more to the story! I’m like a Bloodhound, on the trail. Please visit the file at:
http://www.quiltersmuse.com/green_quilt_for_Black_Diamond.htm

Patricia

What is a Quilt…to you?

Friday, February 16th, 2007

Whenever the word “quilt” is mentioned, it usually conjures up an immediate image for the listener. For the casual observer, quilting is something that was once done by a dear, departed auntie or grandmother. In today’s world, quilting is much, much more: it is a worldwide industry, growing daily, and worth billions of dollars.

If you are one of those people who thought that quilting was first done in Colonial America, with scraps of used clothing, then you have succumbed to just one of the many myths that surround the Art of Quilting.

There are many styles of quilting, the wholecloth style having been one of the first. Today, wholecloth quilts continue to be made. Mostly, they are quilted (the layers sewn together) by machine, by professional “long-arm” quilters. No, the quilters themselves do not have extra long arms. Those words apply to a type of sewing machine in which the head of the machine can run all over the surface of a quilt, rather than having to try to cram a bulky quilt under the small clearance area of a home sewing machine.

The Machine Quilters Expo, an annual quilt show, will be held at the Radisson Hotel (formerly the Center of New Hampshire) in Manchester, from April 11-14, 2007. This is always a chance to see gorgeous quilts from around the country.

Recently, a professional quilter won $100,000. for a wholecloth quilt that she made in about four months. You will be able to see photos of it in the $100,000. Quilt Challenge magazine, published by Reality Publishing. A “You Tube” videoclip is available at their website which shows the winner, and the editor of the magazine being interviewed on the Today Show in New York.

If you happened to have watched that interview, in real time, you might have been as shocked as I was when one of the hosts grabbed the quilt, not once, but twice, and flipped it back toward himself to reveal the men standing behind it, ready to catch the quilt, should the wind have blown it over, in the outdoor setting. An imagined collective gasp was heard from all of the quilters watching the segment.

You see, there is a certain expectation by quilters that their work be treated gently, with respect, and…with “white gloves.” There are even signs at quilt shows that show the classic quilt figure “Sunbonnet Sue,” in a line with others of her type, chained together, chain gang style. The sign above their heads says, “This is what happens to those who TOUCH the quilts.” The natural oils present on hands can permanently soil a quilt, if it is handled repeatedly without hands just having been washed, or without nitrile gloves, or white gloves.

Of course, not every quilt is worth even close to $100,000., but some quilts are worth far more. Baltimore Album Quilts have been known to sell well in excess of $200,000. because they are rare, and because they date from the 1850s era, and were so beautifully done.

There is so much to the history of quilting. I realize that my writings often stray into other areas, such as the social, psychological, history, art, and political arenas, but my heart truly lies with the inspiration I find in quilts, both old and new. To see an exceptionally well-done quilt makes my heart sing.

If you have not looked at my website’s files on wholecloth quilts (a worldwide overview), and Baltimore Album quilts from Baltimore, MD, there are numerous, long entries in both categories.
The website and the blog continue to grow exponentially. We hope that you enjoy your visit and that you will visit us again soon.

Patricia Cummings

http://www.quiltersmuse.com

“My Country is the Whole World”

Friday, February 16th, 2007

In Three Guineas (1938), English novelist Virginia Woolf, said the following:

Therefore if you insist upon fighting to protect me, or “our” country, let it be understood, soberly and rationally between us, that you are fighting to gratify a sex instinct which I cannot share; to procure benefits which I have not shared and probably will not share; but not to gratify my instincts, or to protect myself or my country. For…in fact, as a woman, I have no country. As a woman I want no country. As a woman, my country is the whole world.

Like Virginia Woolf, I echo her last sentiment. My country is the whole world. The idea that all of us belong to one country speaks to the universality of the human experience. We are more alike than not.

Never before has man had more ways to communicate, in more languages, and at a faster rate of speed. Yet, much of what is said, and done, is counterproductive in securing peace, happiness, and prosperity for all of the world’s people.

Today, I was continuing to read a book that contains first person accounts of the lives of various people who live in Afghanistan, a place called the “poorest country on earth.”

One story tells of an ordinary citizen there who possesses a Ph.D. in Chemistry from Germany. Due to his ostentatious appearance of wealth (an old Mercedes in the yard that he drove back from the Soviet Union), he and his family were targeted to be pushed around, and stripped of all of their valuable earthly possessions.

The only thing they were able to take with them, when they were thrown out of their home, was the gold jewelry that his wife hid under her burqa. Luckily, upon selling the booty, he was able to buy an ax and some wood that he could whittle into bundles of firewood or stove wood. In that manner, the family survived, while he essentially donated his teaching skills, mornings, as he did not often get paid, and when he did, the pay was little.

There has been violation after violation of basic human rights in that country, first under the Soviet occupation, then under the U.S. backed mujahedin, and later the Taliban. The riveting stories in the book, Love and War in Afghanistan, mention such horrific ugliness toward fellow human beings, it is a wonder that Allah could allow the perpetrators of such criminal activity to continue to exist.

Why is there such a dark side to people? Perhaps that is the basic question that is at the very root of all of the troubles of humankind, barring floods, hurricanes, and other weather-related activities.

I am sure that I have more questions than answers. Somehow, deep in my heart, I pray that our legislators in Washington will search their hearts very carefully. We seem to be more entrenched in the business of war, every day.

We should know 1) who we are fighting, 2) why we are fighting with them, and 3) what could be the terms of agreement for the fight to end.

I wrote to my Senator, urging that Logic be applied to seeing that the war end promptly. The response of silence has been deafening.

Peace,

Patricia Cummings

More Historical Information about Song’s Background

Thursday, February 15th, 2007

Today, I have been picking up bits and pieces of information online about the background of the song Wild Mountain Thyme. Interesting enough is one person’s interpretation (misinterpretation?) of the meaning of the song. Also of note is the way in which the verses vary just a tad, depending on whom is recording them.

However, considering that the song has been around as a poem since the mid-eighteenth century, perhaps it is no surprise that these variations of lyrics exist. Language is a fluid medium that is ever changing, and to me, that is why word use is ever fascinating.

I have added the information, as best I can decipher it, to the song file.
Whenever I learn about the historical background of either a song or a quilt, I have an increased appreciation. Whether we change the lyrics or just hum the tune, the continuance of a song tradition, especially one that speaks of a particular culture, is most important. Keep a song in your heart!
Best wishes,

Patricia

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Happy Valentine’s Day

Wednesday, February 14th, 2007

Today, we are snowed in here in New England, with a snowstorm/potential blizzard happening “in our neck of the woods.” Twelve to twenty inches of snow are expected, with the wind kicking up a bit later. As long as we don’t lose electricity, I don’t care. I’m snowed in with good company, my Valentine.

St. Valentine’s Day is a special day for lovers, and it is a good time to show love to other special people in your life. I suppose any day is a good one for that.

Some of us married folks, got lucky the first time around with “love,” and we found a compatible person with whom we could spend the rest of our lives. Others of us, had to move on, but have been lucky to find a soulmate, the second time. Life is not perfect, and neither are human beings.

Today, if you are spending time with someone you love and who loves you in return, good for you. If you are alone but have the memory of having been loved, then remember that you are still special, even though your beloved may no longer be here to give you a hug, in person.

If you truly love someone, the person will always be in your heart, no matter how far the distance, or how permanent the isolation.

We wish you all happiness on this day set aside to acknowledge the meaning of love with a capital letter – “Love.” May you find peace, hope, and joy in every day of your life.

Blessings to you and yours,

Patricia and James Cummings

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Traditional Weaving in Northern Spain – new file added

Tuesday, February 13th, 2007

For those of you who are interested in weaving, I have added a letter this afternoon from a reader who wanted to share information about a unique weaving technique called felpa gallega. She learned this method of weaving in Galicia, which is located in northern Spain, but she hails from the United Kingdom. She had read the file called “Mystery Weaver Uncovered,” that is about a New Hampshire weaver whose information was uncovered by researcher, Donna-Belle Garvin of the New Hampshire Historical Society.
I enjoyed reading Anna Champeney’s letter and hope you will, too:

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

Patricia

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Wild Mountain Thyme

Tuesday, February 13th, 2007

I just recorded and added the song “Wild Mountain Thyme” to Quilter’s Muse Song Playlist. I love these old folk songs from various countries. If you have external speakers for your PC, you will be able to hear the songs. Otherwise, you may not have good luck, although some of the songs are sung louder than others. Anyhow, if you can access them, I hope that you are enjoying these pieces of musical history.

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

Patricia

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Mirror, mirror

Monday, February 12th, 2007

Mirrors reflect our own images. If you will recall the Greek Mythology you learned in high school, you might remember a fellow who spurned the affections of the nymph named “Echo,” because he had fallen in love with his own reflection in a pool of water. His name was Narcissus, and he now has a flower named after him. The word “narcissistic” stems from the same root.

Now we fast forward to the year 1812 when the story Snow White was written. Remember the words, “Mirror, mirror, on the wall, Who’s the fairest of them all?”

A more modern version of the above is a scary thought for most women. It goes like this, “Mirror, mirror, on the wall, I am my Mother, after all.” It seems to be true that, as women age, they sometimes pick up their mother’s more quirkier habits. Believe me, I speak from experience and “scary” isn’t even the word! I freak out when my son tells me that I am getting to be just like “you know who.”

Why is it that we have a fascination with our own images? Are we all narcissistic and too much in love with ourselves? To a degree, self-esteem is really a healthy thing. People who are consumed with self-loathing are unhappy people. However, there has to be a balance between too much and too little.

In my opinion, the only true mirror cannot be bought, sold, or found. The only really important mirror is the self-reflection of what is in our souls and in our hearts. At the end of the day, we have to account to ourselves and no one else because we are responsible for our own actions. If we have acted in good faith and with good intentions, then there is nothing about which to worry.

Sometimes, a mirror of ourselves is the inadvertent one, for example, a reflection in our own true love’s eyes, or an image reflected in a pane of window glass that we catch a glimpse of, on a busy street.

What would we do without mirrors? After all, we want to make sure our hair is combed right! Ultimately, there is only one mirror that counts, and that is our reflection in God’s eyes. I can easily say that because I believe it, but, again, that is only my opinion.

The trouble with mirrors is that while we are using them, we are centering only on ourselves, rather than other people. Only in reaching out to others can we transcend our own narcissistic feelings and our self-centered belief that the world should revolve around us.

Be ever mindful of what you do, and carefully consider what you hope to accomplish. Whether you gain or lose by your actions, you will always have to account to yourself.

Do something fun this week!

Patricia

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