Archive for December, 2007

Texas Monthly Features Jane Hall, Award-Winning Quilter

Friday, December 21st, 2007

Michael Hall, Senior Editor of Texas Monthly, willingly took on the assignment of following his mother around from November 1 to November 4, 2007, while she attended and taught classes at the International Quilt Festival in Houston, held each year at the George R. Brown Convention Center.

On the website of the publication, there is currently a slide show that features photos of both traditional quilts and avant garde quilts, and some of their makers. The first quilt shown, of course, is one made by Jane, a Mariner’s Compass quilt that has twelve compasses. Hall in standing in front of the quilt, and her son notes that his mother’s quilt matches not only the overblouse she is wearing, but her blue eyes. He emphasizes the difficulty of the design and mentions that his mother used paper foundations to piece it.

Hall is equally attentive to the other quilts and he respectfully describes them, seeming to be in awe of a quilt that contains 3,600 photos of American soldiers killed in Iraq, up to June of this year.

I’ll leave the rest for you to see for yourself. I can’t help but think that Jane must be very pleased at the attentiveness (and apparent love) of her son. It never gets old to be acknowledged for achievements that represent a lifetime of dedication, and it is particularly poignant when the recognition comes from a family member, which is probably rare, indeed.

Visit: http://www.texasmonthly.com to view “The Fabric of Our Lives.” Nice work!

Patricia Cummings

Tidbits of News – December 2007 – Part I

Friday, December 21st, 2007

As you may well imagine, many tidbits of news pass through our hands. I’d like to provide some information that I hope may be of interest to you.

Exhibit Planned in Florence, Italy

The Victoria and Albert Museum in London reports that there will be an exhibit of the Tristan quilt, that resides in the Bargello Museum, at the Palazzo Davanzati in Florence, Italy, from June to September 2009. Current thought has it that the quilt is related to the Tristan (wedding) quilts owned by the V&A, and that they possibly were made at the same workshop. They relay the story of an ancient, tragic, tale of love. The V&A quilts will go on exhibit there later in the year, in 2009.

If you are interested in medieval quilts, be sure to check out Lisa Evan’s yahoo group: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/medievalquilting/
The Quilt Center Closing

Terri Vadenais, owner of the Quilt Center (shop) in Bellingham, Massachusetts, has contacted us to say that all fabrics and notions in the shop have been reduced to 50% off. She has gone back to school to pursue a career in nursing and we wish her well!

Only two more Saturdays remain: December 22 and December 29 (10-5 p.m.), as well as one Wednesday, (5-8 p.m.). Checks or cash only. She will open the shop at other times, by special request. Please contact her directly at quiltcenter@comcast.net or (508) 876-9955.

Candidates Seek to Provide Spanish Language Materials

According to Gerald Erichsen, the guide for the about.com Spanish language site, six presidential candidates have made the effort to provide informational videos and online websites that include Spanish language communications. Barack Obama has the most information, with Hillary Clinton offering the best Spanish language videos and bilingual page. Craig Romney, Mitt Romney’s son, speaks proudly of his father in Spanish. Craig has served as a missionary in Chile and speaks Spanish well, as does Bill Richardson of New Mexico who is bilingual. To read the whole entry and to visit specific links, please review Erichsen’s fine wrap-up at: http://tinyurl.com/2gm597

Sequel to Pops and Sunshine

Dave Andrews is busily working on a sequel to his first novel, Pops and Sunshine, that we reviewed here, earlier this fall. To order that book and for updates on his next book, please visit his website: http://popsandsunshine.com

Home of the Brave Project – New Hampshire

Linda Heminway, New Hampshire state coordinator, reports that thirty-five quilts have been distributed to families who have lost a son or daughter in Iraq. Six more quilts need to be made. She will gladly accept any donation, (that is, by the way, tax deductible), if you will contact her directly at: ibquiltn@comcast.net. Thank you for your generosity.

In the next post, we will be bringing you some additional museum updates, so please stay tuned.

Patricia Cummings

No Apologies Needed for Christmas

Friday, December 21st, 2007

At “holiday” time, like most people, I receive greeting cards. In recent years, I have noticed a change from the usual “Merry Christmas,” to an all-encompassing greeting: “Happy Holidays!” That is fine, as far as it goes. In the interest of inclusion, I have been guilty of writing that myself. However, Christmas, which is the commemoration of the birth of Christ, is the main (December) holiday I personally celebrate each year. I have no problem wishing my Jewish friends and relatives, “Happy Chanukah!” If I personally knew anyone of the Muslim faith, I would say, “Happy Ramadan!” If I were aware that someone is an atheist, I’d avoid any mention of any winter holiday with a religious bent.

Since I profess to be a Christian, I enjoy hearing the greeting, “Merry Christmas!” Without those words, some of the meaning of the event is lost.

You know, I get tired of the hype. Now, we are supposed to call a Christmas tree by another name: a “Holiday tree.” In some places, there is an ongoing debate over the appropriateness of Nativity scenes in public areas. I suppose we don’t have “Christmas plays,” or “Christmas concerts” at schools any more, or do we? It’s been a long time since I’ve had a youngster in school.

I, for one, am here to tell you that I’ll make no apologies for celebrating Christmas, for singing Christmas carols, for giving Christmas presents, for eating Christmas Stollen, for sending Christmas cards, or for loving to collect Christmas ornaments. I’ll sit by the Christmas tree and eat my Christmas cookies, and watch a re-run of “It’s a Wonderful Life,” a sappy but favorite Christmas movie. In spite of having no visitors on Christmas Day, I’ll be content to read the original Christmas story, and later have a Christmas dinner.

You see, Christmas is my holiday, and at the center of all the celebration, and even after all the tinsel is gone, is Christ. There has never been a man so important that TIME itself was divided because of him: B.C. (Before Christ) and A.D. (After Christ), although some people have even tried to alter that basic and easily understood delineation and convert the letters into another acronym.

So, for those of you with other holidays, I would imagine that my Christmas joy should not offend you, any more than your religion-associated events offend me, which is not at all. For those for whom Christmas is only a shopping event, you have my pity, as you’ve missed the point. However, I say, live and let live. I also say, “Merry Christmas!” Enjoy the season!

Patricia Cummings

A Time of Celebration

Thursday, December 20th, 2007

There is something to like about tradition. This year, I will make Stollen, something that was always an annual endeavor of my late mother, and her mother before her. Stollen is an Austrian sweet bread, made with yeast, and it has candied pineapple, candied cherries, and citron. When all is said and done, it is drizzled with white icing to make the most delectable treat on the planet. I can gain five pounds, just looking at the tasty bread. The recipe makes two loaves, enough to satisfy any sweet cravings for awhile.

Having a Christmas tree is another family tradition. One year, we had no tree, by choice. That was a very dismal holiday season, indeed. I find that I enjoy the bright lights. They are cheerful and they warm my heart from the outside in. I also enjoy re-visiting the ornaments each year, and remembering how I acquired each and every one of them.

When I think of Christmas, I can’t help but remember my favorite songs. Some of them are not all that old. Indeed, some were written within my lifetime. One that tops the list is “Christmas in the Trenches,” based on an actual historical war event (WWI) when for a few hours a truce was called and soldiers from both sides shared songs, cigarettes, and photos from home. After hearing the poignant song on a public broadcasting radio station, I looked for it for ages and finally found it on an album CD called, “Winter Solstice,” by composer, John McCutcheon.

I feel inexplicably happy this Christmas time. I suppose one should not spend a lot of effort in reasoning why one is feeling good. After all, you wouldn’t want to put a hex on it. There is just a pervasive sense of hope right now. With coming political elections in the new year, all Americans are on the brink of change. A strong feeling exists that life, as we know it, will improve very soon.

Traditions provide an order to our lives. They provide a sense of continuity for children, and they also provide a way to regulate our daily lives within the ever more lengthy holiday season. Forget the twelve days of Christmas of the song! Today, Christmas stretches from October to January.

Whichever ways you choose to spend the holidays, I hope that you’ll reserve some quality time to be with family. As I look through photograph albums, sometimes I see myself in pictures and realize that I am the only one still living of the people portrayed there.

Life is fleeting, as I know only too well. We can never take others for granted. We pass this way once, and will never be here again. So, we make the most of every minute, as we should, and maximize the joy. Christmas and Hannukah are both times for family, and for celebration. Enjoy!

Patricia Cummings

Fields of Snow

Sunday, December 16th, 2007

What do you think of when you hear the word, “fields”? The first image that comes to mind on this wintry day is the snowy fields of the farm of my youth. Then, I skip to the other fields of that town. Sadly, I realize that most of them now have houses sitting on them, with no cow or horse or goat, in sight. In place of Queen Anne’s lace and dandelions, there are now Country Estates.

Next, the words of folk songs come to mind – “The Field Behind The Plow,” “The Green, Green Grass of Home,” and the “Four Green Fields” of Ireland, a meaningful song because of the Irish history the song represents. I recall poetry such as “Flanders Field” – “In Flanders Field the poppies grow …” Then, of course, from the Beatles, we have “Strawberry Fields … forever.”

In movies and in television commercials, we see children or grownups, playing or walking through fields of flowers. We view the fields of destruction, the Battlefields of the American Civil War. We visit the rice fields of southeast Asia. We witness the Amish, working in the fields with their horse-drawn plows. Isn’t there a movie, “Field of Dreams” – that is about baseball?

Why this cultural emphasis on the word, “fields”? Can it be that the word is a metaphor for life itself?

A field is potentially life-giving. It receives seeds and produces plants. If not watered, the plants may die. If not fertilized, the plants’ growth may be stifled. Success at growing anything depends on the amount of nurturing that is done. This is not unlike raising children.

We are so fond of the word “field,” we hijack it for another meaning: career. We speak of someone as being “outstanding in his field.” In this case, we do not mean the farmer, (an old joke).

Fields are vital to our sense of well-being, as many big cities, like Chicago, are finding out. There is a conscious attempt to add the color “green” to cities that otherwise lack parks, trees, and lawns. What greater joy than to see blooming plants and bushes, in the spring? Environmentally, green living foliage emits oxygen and takes in carbon dioxide, and that is very beneficial to humans!

Right now, the fields are sleeping. They are resting up for whatever task we will ask of them in other seasons. Snow is their miraculous blanket, covering uneven terrain, and making the earth look refreshed. Snow, in itself, carries nutrients from above, which is why New Englanders call it, “poor man’s fertilizer.” This is particularly said of the snow that comes down in late spring.

There is nothing like the quiet that surrounds a snowstorm, nor the peaceful feeling one has when looking out upon the vast, white expanse from inside a cozy, warm home. As I gaze at the gentle snow gliding down, I get lost in reverie, thinking about cross country skiing on the fields where I grew up, or ice skating on the little “pond” that appeared in the dip in the field, only at that time of year, or attempting to put the horses out to pasture when the snow was high.

I recall taking a book with me into the field. Nature in the Winter provides diagrams of animal tracks, allowing me to find out just what kinds of animals had been around by looking at the shape of the paw print. You see, fields have something to offer, in any season. For now, the earth is as “pure as the driven snow.” In its silence, the snow speaks volumes about the earth and its need for renewal, and about us, and our need to sometimes quietly enjoy the beauty of nature.

Patricia Cummings in New Hampshire, where up to 14″ of snow is expected today.

“How Many Angels Dance On the Head of A Pin?”

Friday, December 14th, 2007

A song, sung by Susie Burke, one of New Hampshire’s own folksingers, contains the words, “How many angels dance on the head of a pin?” This morning I woke up thinking about this idea and mumbled something, apparently incoherent, about it to Jim over breakfast. He said that he’d heard of that as a medieval idea, and that perhaps I should “Google” the words.

Dutifully, I went to the computer and looked at the first couple of pages of entries under that category. Surprisingly, there are some 118,000 files. I was amused by all that I read. One person said that it is very apparent that only one angel can dance on the head of a pin due to the fact that only one angel has taken dancing lessons.

Another person with a sense of humor stated the he was sure that four angels can fit on the end of a pin. This he attributes to current OSHA regulations and their concern for the structural support of the pin.

Yet another upended the discussion by saying that what we should be discussing is the needle’s tip, not the head. Still another said that being non-corporeal bodies, an infinitesimal number of angels can fit on the head of a pin.

So where did the discussion get started? Did medievalist theologians really sit around talking about these kinds of questions to which there are no ready answers? Saint Thomas Aquinas is the person most often blamed for bending his mind in this direction. Unless we want to hold a seance, we’ll probably never know to whom we should give credit for the thought.

These days, the words, “How many angels dance on the head of a pin?” are said in jest, as a way to spoof the unknowable or perhaps professors with a pet theory. Personally, being a fancier of “thought,” I enjoy considering the notion. Furthermore, I really appreciate Susie Burke’s song and its other equally unanswerable questions.

Thank goodness for those who can envision worlds that we cannot see. Without them, we would have no space explorers, no microbiologists, and no Norad tracking for Santa. We would be stuck in readily known and understood phenomena and it would be a much more boring world.

Patricia Cummings

Embroidered Cards by One of Our Readers

Thursday, December 13th, 2007

As a result of the discussion here about embroidered cards, Margie Phelps has sent some images of cards she makes. I have selected four of them to feature here and am publishing them, with her permission.

A cat’s photo is the central motif of this card, embroidered with polychromatic thread.

A festival of spirals and pink flowers are seen on this card made by Margie Phelps.

Sailboat card

For something a little different, a sailboat on this card of “Congratulations.”

Pink card

This is the center only portion of yet another card made by Margie.

We always enjoy seeing the work of our readers. This selection of cards will provide some ideas of the possibilities of paper punched and embroidered greeting cards. Many thanks to Margie for sending us these photos.

Amy Rochelle has sent us a link to a commercial site that has educational tutorials about how to make cards such as those seen here.

Patricia Cummings

“God Bless Us, Everyone!”

Thursday, December 13th, 2007

In my collection of ephemera, there is a booklet entitled, “Christmas with Charles Dickens.” Undated, it is “foxed” with yellow age spots and has been in the family for as long as I can remember. It was produced by two women who owned a book selling business, one of whom was a friend of my mother. I’d like to share the “Prologue” with you. It is as follows:

Most of us like to think that the traditional holiday customs, such as the use of holly and mistletoe, yule logs, candles and the singing of Christmas carols have come down to us uninterruptedly from medieval times.

Ungilded history tells us otherwise. It required a mighty voice heard ’round the world to resurrect and preserve the hallowed observances which add so much richness to this most wonderful of seasons. The voice was that of Charles Dickens.

Then, the booklet explains that the writing is offered in print type that is 12 point Bodoni, spaced in the same manner as the original edition of “A Christmas Carol,” published in 1843.

The next page goes on to say that Dickens’ story did more for Christmas than for any other piece of literature ever written, save the Holy Bible. Continuing the discussion, a synopsis of the story is offered.

The booklet recounts the lesser-known Dickens’ stories, “Cricket on the Hearth,” and “Pickwick Papers.” What a delightful bit on writing these few pages offer, complete with wonderful illustrations! The cover of the booklet has a tasseled binding and a front cover that has an elegant pen and ink, colored drawing of a horse and coach, with a be-scarved trumpeter, standing on top of the conveyance.

This booklet was evidently a product that was printed to be given away for the purpose of promoting this particular business. What charm, what elegance, what class!

The epilogue of the small booklet reminds us to live each day as we do during the Christmas season, “governed by the spirit of Christian charity, which is the spirit of Christmas itself.”

Dickens singlehandedly took on the Puritans who had formerly banned the celebration of Christmas in any non-religious way. That included feasting, closing shops, or lighting Yule candles. Dickens transformed the holiday into a happy time of sharing. In the words of Dickens’ small character, Tiny Tim, “God Bless Us, Everyone!”

Patricia Cummings

The Joy of Paper

Wednesday, December 12th, 2007

Last week, on a television show called “The Office,” the boss was invited to speak to a classroom of Business students at a university. The students had been prepped ahead of time, with the information that paper is obsolete. So, to have a spokesman for a paper company come in to speak was setting him up for harassment. Not surprising to all, when confronted, he became very angry and left the presentation hall in a huff.

Upon leaving, he remembered that his secretary had invited him to a showing of her art work. Once in the art gallery, he laid eyes on a pen and ink sketch of “their” building and he asked her if he could buy the composition. She was very moved, and with tears in her eyes, agreed to relinquish her work. With the drawing safely installed at the office, he concluded that it could not have been made without PAPER, and once again, he was validated.

Paper. We take it for granted because it is everywhere. In some ways, paper is becoming obsolete. After all, I am writing this message to you, without lifting a pen or pencil of any kind, just typing on a keyboard.

More than fifteen years ago, I served on the Board of an organization. One of our members would send me notes that were scribbled on the back side of used office paper from her husband’s business. At the time, I interpreted that move as being frugal. I did not realize that she was concerned about the environment and wanted to “use up” the paper. After all, she reasoned, it only had been used on one side. “Waste not, want not.”

Time was when we would use graph paper to draft quilt designs and embroidery charts. Some of us still work that way. I know that I have not been willing to rely on a computer for that kind of work, although I’m sure there are fine programs for computer-aided drafting. In fact, I have purchased every version of Electric Quilt, never to have moved beyond the first lesson. It just isn’t my way of working but I kept promising myself that I’d become self-taught at that method and proficient.

Uses of Paper

This past week, the subject of “paper punched” embroidery came up, on my yahoo list. At first, I did not recognize what people were talking about because they kept mentioning doing this technique as children. It was not until someone described how the stitches are worked that it dawned on me. I have done this technique. In fact, just recently I stitched and embellished a square that featured a Santa design. Ultimately, the finished piece was beaded and bejeweled and became the top of a trinket box. To create this, I worked from a purchased kit, only they called the technique “perforated paper embroidery.”

A Victorian Paper Art

In looking around on the Internet, I discovered a few sellers of paper designs. One lady, Nancy Turner, sells kits for one or two word designs such as “Welcome,” “Faith,” and “Greetings.” They are based on motifs from the Victorian Era, late nineteenth century, or “more than one hundred years ago,” as she says.

Paper punched embroidery
Image of eBay auction #190036842437, courtesy of Nancy Turner, eBay seller “2500nancy.”

Another eBay seller, in Canada, “prunie8″ has compiled an astounding 24 designs that she sells in booklet form. The motifs are in the public domain and are copyright-free. I have ordered the booklet and am looking forward to re-visiting this type of stitching, after the first of the year. See her auction at #280044447714.

Examples of Paper Use

There is really nothing new under the sun. I can think of other ways paper is used. How about wallpaper, or menus in restaurants, or origami, the Japanese art of folding paper into animal shapes? How about the Danish folded stars that are made out of white paper and used for Christmas ornaments? How about templates for quilting that are glued onto mylar?

I love paper. The smell of some magazines has a certain appeal to one of my friends. She just loves to receive Quilting Arts because “it just smells so good.”

I hope that we are never without paper. Whether it is thick like card stock, or thin like colored tissue paper, or shiny like some of the paper I use to print books, paper is downright fun. I love the various textures of art papers. I love the versatility of freezer paper. I even like the warmth of newsprint on newspapers and can readily see why people in cartoons are depicted as taking a nap under them.

I used to like to grade school papers and write words of encouragement or mark red Xs where someone has totally missed the mark. I used to love report cards that marked my progress, every quarter, in grade school. I liked the printout of the image of JFK that my brother generated on a key punch computer system, when the computer age was very young. I enjoy the old letters that family members wrote to each other, in the past. In some cases, both parties are now gone and their written word is the only thing that is left to represent them.

No doubt about it. Paper is necessary. Gift wrap is delightful! Children’s books, with their great illustrations are wonderful! Ephemera from the quilt world is increasingly valuable the further we get from the first publication date of a pattern or book. Birth certificates, and other official documents continue to be important, all of our lives. I don’t think the paper manufacturers should press the panic button just yet. I, for one, just LOVE paper, and I suspect it will be around quite awhile longer!

Patricia Cummings

Mexican Jumping Beans and Other Considerations

Monday, December 10th, 2007

This morning, I woke up with Mexican Jumping Beans on my mind. Why? I wondered if I still have the four little “beans” that I was given as a child. Held in one’s hand, they would “jump” around, and in order to contain them, I had to keep them in a little plastic box. I hope I didn’t throw them out, although that is possible.

There are three schools of thought about material possessions. In order to streamline life, and sometimes, to keep it sane, there are those who would throw away anything that is not in current use. These individuals do not look forward to a time when an item may come in handy, or to another time when perhaps some other soul might find the thing useful or meaningful. Other people save everything and barely ever toss anything useful in the garbage. Yet others, won’t even throw away a used egg carton, but I suppose that extreme saving would be considered a manifestation of obsessive/compulsive disorder.

Speaking of garbage, I recall the landfill in the town where I grew up. Saturday was the day of the week designated as “dump day.” The town paid a caretaker to oversee what was being tossed over the side of the hill to be burned later in the day.

The man was a dedicated recycler, a man before his time in the 1960s. With the thoroughness of a tax examiner, he would question what was in the bag being tossed. Not taking anyone’s word for it, he often would climb into the pit to search for himself. If he found anything “good,” he’d set it aside in a tiny shack where he hung out when it was raining.

Sometimes, I’d go with Dad to the dump, just to keep him company. We’d arrive in the “Green Hornet,” Dad’s name for his green, 1938 Dodge pickup truck that was a pip. I stopped going on this run, however, after I was consistently “gifted” with a dirty doll or broken toy that just needed this or that. You see, there was no way to dispose of these items, once accepted graciously, because if you threw them away, Howard’s feelings might be hurt, upon discovering them again. Oh, my!

Logically thinking beyond material goods has led me to another train of thought and that is to the people we discard or who reject us. There are plenty of reasons for ending relationships, and in my lifetime, I’ve called a halt to a few of them myself. What I’ve come to know is that we are all just passing through, as a song once pointed out.

People do not come into our lives by chance. I believe there is a greater plan. No matter what has happened and no matter who is no longer in my life, I have always been showered with love and attention by others who are still willing to be present and for whom, I feel that I can make a difference.

We can throw away a dirty doll, or we can discard a diamond ring (as I once did in a rage), but we can never lose the effect that someone has had just because they were once a part of our human experience. An indelible mark is left, and although a person may be physically absent, or emotionally distant and most likely lost forever, that individual has fulfilled a mission of having been there, of having been a witness to events and issues, and of affecting someone else in a profound manner.

I don’t know if I’ll ever find the Mexican Jumping Beans. I have all kinds of nooks and crannies and boxes in which to hide things on myself. I suppose I could buy some more, if I could find them to purchase. While that may be the case, it is clear that most material goods are replaceable. In contrast, I cannot replace former friends who are gone, either through death or indifference (theirs or mine).

I have to content myself with treasuring the memory of all the good friends and family members with whom I once associated. I hold them all close, in my thoughts. As the sun rises and sets, no day is the same. Each one presents yet another opportunity for love and happiness. I suppose that is the magic of life. Now off to hunt for those Mexican Jumping Beans.

Patricia Cummings