Archive for October, 2008

Comedic Twists Inserted Into Campaigns

Monday, October 20th, 2008

This election year seems more important than ever and the comedians are not missing a chance to celebrate the more outrageous moments like the “crazy lady,” whose opinion at the mike was quickly terminated. Nameless, she will forever be known as just the “crazy lady.” She said that she could not vote for Obama because he was an “Arab.” We all wondered if the word was a euphemism for another word she was thinking. No matter, this was an opportunity for candidate McCain to do the honorable and decent thing: to uphold the personal qualities of his opponent.

There have been few light moments. One has been the hyped up scenario about “Joe, the Plummer,” the totally misunderstood encounter. I totally cracked up when I saw the sign, “Jose, El Plomero,” at a rally on television, proving this story has truly reached Latino voters, as well. (That would be Jose with an accent mark on the final e, which this computer program cannot make).

Saturday Night Live, a television show that airs for 1 1/2 hours on late night TV, promised to be interesting. Sarah Palin was scheduled to be on. She has been heretofore represented on the show by her look-alike, Tina Fey. Finding nothing in the least bit “funny” in the first half hour, I went to bed. Jim stayed up, burning the midnight oil, and hoping to find a bit of humor. All he gained was feeling more tired.

In these last days, counting down toward the final vote, more and more campaign ads are mean spirited and deceitful. For our New Hampshire Senatorial race, two candidates are accused of doing the same thing – siding with the current president. Why run the ads? They cancel out each other. I would rather hear about the good things that politicians have tried to do but that gets lost in the political wrangling.

I’ll be happy when we can get back to business as usual, so to speak, to a time when politicians can shake hands and really mean it, and a time when we can all see our way to doing what is best for the country and not just talk about plans that are doomed to fail.

What I’ve learned is that politicians are not “sacred cows.” We can and do poke fun at them, just as they poke fun at themselves and each other. Without humor, it would be a dreary and God-forsaken world. The race is on. Let’s continue it with grace and goodwill, and may the best candidates win and may their ensuing actions be tempered with insightful humor.

Patricia Cummings

Photos, Film, and Music

Monday, October 20th, 2008

Photos, Film, and Recorded Music all capture the past in a way that surpasses human memory. We often forget what people looked like, or we never knew at all, but photos are somewhat of a vehicle of knowing who they were. To see photos of Ellen Webster, for example, were a thrill. Moreover to view a progression of photos from the time she was a young adult until she was a mature woman, is fun.

Old films bring us images of people who are no longer with us. In my time, so many actors have left the stage permanently, so to speak. Yet, it is nice to see Ronald Reagan, movie actor turned president, and so many others.

Perhaps my favorite old film footage is that which includes Frank Sinatra. I like Frank and his songs and just yesterday, I realized why. He enunciated. You could always tell what he was saying. I enjoy clear communicators, in any medium.

Yes, old photos, films, and recorded music are an important part of our culture. Just last week, I heard that Nat King Cole’s daughter had done another overdub on one of his recordings again. This is beautiful because it means that the music he created is still being adapted, and is being infused with the spirit of his daughter.

It is so good that we can have footage of events. Whenever I see the replay of President Kennedy being assassinated, I step back in time and I can almost smell the apprehension in my seventh grade classroom. The mood of fear was palpable.

To see old photos of homesteads on the prairie, or the cotton fields of the South, or photos of the wives of presidents, make us stop a moment to look back to who we were, when the country was young. To see photos of quilting bees reminds us that they actually were held and are not just a romantic notion from an historical novel.

For families, it is great to see photos of ancestors, even though we may not be quite sure what their names are. It is said that when a man (or woman) dies, a book is lost. I am certain that when my mother passed on, she took a lot of family information to the grave. Yet, she also left a lot of data behind. She took a small, date calendar book and wrote in the birth dates of her siblings and other information.

Some folks are lucky enough to have video cameras. Remember to record your loved ones, on film, frequently. Memories, unrecorded in some way, often fade. Today is tomorrow’s yesterday.

Patricia Cummings
Quilter’s Muse Publications

Quilters Are the Best

Sunday, October 19th, 2008

This weekend, we managed to attend four quilt shows in Massachusetts, New Hampshire, and Rhode Island. The quilts were wonderful, all one of a kind and very inspired. I was very happy to meet some quilters with whom I have had correspondence in the past, or who have been regular followers of my columns in The Quilter magazine. I certainly don’t think of myself as a “celebrity,” as one gal stated, but it is really nice to encounter folks with the same interests in quilt history as I.

So much work goes into putting up a quilt show, and taking it down. If one could do a fast footage of vendors and others setting up, one could better appreciate the process. Yet, during the show, the vendors serenely sit there and smile, ready to take your money, should you want something, as if it had been no trouble at all to lug all that stuff in and set up.

I bought a pattern. I like to design my own quilts lately, but I just really liked the simplicity and the sentiment of a quilt hanging in a vendor’s booth. I shall have fun making this large wall quilt, and hope to start on it soon.

Antique quilts were not seen in abundance at any of the shows, but I did see one, from the 1930s, a combination of cross-stitch and piecework. Oh yes, another show had a multi-generational quilt worked in varying shades of blue, in cross stitch.

I’d just like to impart my hearty congratulations to all of the organizers, quilters, and vendors who make the shows possible. It was very pleasant to spend time with other quilters where the only language is: “Quilts Spoken Here.”

Patricia Cummings

Some Loves …

Saturday, October 18th, 2008

Some loves one never can forget, not the least of which are pets we have had. My mother spoke fondly of the dog that was companion to her and her ten brothers and sisters. I get very wistful when I think of my old horse, Montana Red, who was a retired camp horse and very gentle. I smile when I recall my miniature poodle who ventured into a six inch high snowstorm when I lived in Victorville, California, an odd occurrence on both counts, that is, the snow, and such a little dog having no fear of it.

I remember my miniature pinscher dog and my cat who chased each other around and around in my house in which the downstairs can be turned into a circular runway, if all the doors to the rooms are open. Now and again, I even think of my pet turtle who ate hamburger and who was purchased at Woolworth’s Five and Dime Store. He went missing for weeks, until he was seen, making it across the floor of my mother’s bedroom, within a dust ball. I believe that is also a commentary on her lack of interest in housekeeping. I suspect that one of my mischievous brothers put the turtle on the floor to begin with, as it had been within its own turtle dish, made with an elevated area for sunning and to be dry.

The few farm animals we had were really pets, too. Some of them became chicken stew and rabbit stew on an impoverished family’s table. I’d never quite thought that would be their end.

The truth of the matter is this: if we are the caretakers of animals (or people), we never can forget them, even if they are no longer here. Our love extends beyond this mortal existence, and if we close our eyes, we can dream of petting that cat, riding that horse, and walking that dog. Animals give us so much and ask so little in return. They are an example of non-conditional love. If you have lost an animal recently, you have my deepest sympathy. While your special pet cannot be replaced, consider the many more pets that wait to be adopted in animal shelters across the country, even purebred dogs. Even if you do get another pet, a part of your heart will always be reserved for the one you have lost.

Patricia Cummings

Which One Line Zinger Would You Choose?

Thursday, October 16th, 2008

Every now and then, I check our local City paper online, if only to view the obituaries. Today, as usual, I was not there. One neat thing the paper does is to create a running list with the names of deceased parties, followed by one line zingers. I love this! In nano-seconds, I can learn about the one or two things for which each person will be remembered.

Forrest Gumperson
lumberman

Mabel Baker
kept a pastry shop for forty years

Matthew Strong
enjoyed wrestling

You get the idea. Now, you must realize that some of these descriptions can get more elaborate, describing more than one avocation or interest. I foresee possibilities here, such as “kept bees, and thought she was the Queen Bee.” Things could take an ironic twist, if one were not careful. However, most comments center on military duty, patriotism, church affiliations, service to organizations, and sometimes familial associations.

I have one question for you to think about. If your life were to be summarized in a one line zinger, what would you say about yourself? Additionally, what would your tombstone say? I rather like the old rendition of, “I told you I was sick.” That sums it up completely, doesn’t it, for most folks?

Death is a serious undertaking. Once one has embarked on the course, there’s no turning back. Out of respect, we usually do concentrate on the finer qualities of folks, and we dutifully grieve the “dearly departed.” Some of us do not even hint that we are relieved that the party has ventured on, to receive his or her eternal reward, (or not). I hear that the fires of the netherworld can be pretty uncomfortable, although no one has come back to give testimony.

Yes, I do like the one line zinger idea. I shall have to visit my local publication frequently, to once again, determine that I am not listed in the column, too, and to catch the quick summaries of those who reported being sick, when no one was listening. Pardon my joy in this bizarre and serious topic. Halloween must be just around the corner, or perhaps it is the leaf mold in the air that is affecting my thinking.

Smile. You only get one lifetime to do it.

Patricia Cummings

The Just Throw Money At It Theory

Thursday, October 16th, 2008

I have been listening to politicians again and a recurrent theme is the idea that if you throw money at a problem, (read the statement as “throw money down the tubes), then all will be well. I am here to tell you that there is no amount of money that can be spent in any educational system that will prevent “unwanted pregnancies.” Kids are foolish. It will never happen to them … they won’t get “caught.” In this case, raging hormones prevail. Teenagers should know better, but in the heat of the moment, they don’t act better.

We have all these buzz words swirling around Washington. One phrase, “No child left behind,” is a nightmare of a concept, in the opinions of most teachers who would rather teach content, than to teach to the test.

“Pork barrel spending” is another concept. The idea is to propose as much expensive legislation as possible, and then accuse your cohorts of too much involvement with spending that involves cronyism.

Like not being about to see the forest for the trees, we don’t examine the small impact of many interventions (questionable solutions?), that lead to a large impact.

And, women! I can’t tell you how many women I know who are indifferent to the political process and are not even registered voters. These people are casual acquaintances or I would read them the riot act about the fact that women did not gain the right to vote until 1920 and they should take advantage of the Right of Suffrage. Women can bring sensibility to the political process, as well as a sensitivity and accountability.

No, money is not the entire answer to any problem. For example, money will not bring better teachers into our schools. Teachers are either well-schooled, astute, and have the temperament for dealing with children, or they don’t. More money cannot change someone’s basic personality, nor their own responsibility for pursuing classes that will improve their professional functioning.

Last night’s debate made me nervous. Somehow, it struck me as disingenuous. McCain seemed to be glaring, seemingly in the attack mode. At times, Obama seemed to be broadly smiling for no particular reason, and hopefully not in derision of his opponent. He also did not answer a direction question about spending … at all. I was left with the wish that Mrs. Clinton had been given her party’s nomination, and I have the same sadness as I did when Al Gore did not win. The most able people are sometimes shoved aside in politics, perhaps never to run again.

I was more confident and hopeful before watching the last of the debates, last night. Like everyone else, we will have to wait and see, hope and pray, that the process will even out and the best man will remain standing. As for money being an answer for anything … ever … I believe that is a false notion. Having more money only makes the affluent more greedy and does nothing for the “little guy.” The politicians are right! There are no “trickle down” economics, unless you count a few more pennies in tips for restaurant workers. We continue to count down to November 4, and in the meantime, hope for the best.

Patricia Cummings

Mystery Tour

Wednesday, October 15th, 2008

foliage along the contoocook river
Foliage along the Contoocook River in Peterborough, New Hampshire

We are supposedly on vacation, and taking a few day trips in the general vicinity. When Jim proposed a mystery tour yesterday, I was intrigued. We ended up in Deerfield, Massachusetts, but rather than going to the Museum, as usual, or to the Mariposa butterfly museum, or to an antique shop, the car pulled into the Yankee Candle Shop, a place that I had never envisioned wanting to go. I was in for a bigger treat than I could have imagined.

Upon walking in the front door, some welcome rest stations are situated to the left, and a kindly greeter stands with maps in hand. Yes, a map is needed to navigate one’s way through the many rooms! However, candles were not all that was in store. They have rooms of Christmas ornaments and moreover, dark, cavernous-like rooms with Bavarian villages set up by way of lit villages with homes, transoms up the side of a “mountain,” a waterfall, Christmas trees, and more. My passion for collecting extends to Christmas ornaments and since I have so many, I don’t really need more, so I have a good excuse to buy for other people.

There were animated, what we call them?, faux cowboys that moved, sang, talked, and were really neat figures. At once, singing about sleeping under the crimson sky, and then talking about the great fudge, sold across the aisle, they could have been politicians, with their quick turn of subjects. There were some benches so that folks could sit and listen to the hillbilly music.

The cafĂ© had a limited menu, and while I ate a bowl of chowder, my ears were bombarded by a salesman who was doing his best (annoyingly) to see every product in his “line” to an apparently gullible client. He went on and on and on, in the cramped space.

I picked up a few things, and Jim bought some fudge which I must admit was some of the finest ever had. In all, the place was overwhelming in a sensorial way. Overcome with the fragrances emanating from everything – cosmetics, spice pads, candles – I needed some fresh air and went outside to sit in a rocker. I was pleasantly enjoying the sight of the huge, round Chrysanthemum balls, hanging all around, and the landscapes of flowers and unique ornamental grasses. Finally, Jim came out with a couple of little bags. He exclaimed that since we spent so much, we had been given a … (drumroll) … a scented candle! I had to laugh. Can you see the irony?

Great place to visit! There are picnic tables and it would be a great idea to bring a lunch. There is also a restaurant on the premises, too gourmet (spicy) to suit me, and prices start at about $14.50.

So, that was our mystery tour for something a little different than usual. Without the map, we would surely have gotten lost. Even with the map, I surely would have gotten lost! Their Halloween decorations were wonderful, and all in all, this place gets a two thumbs up from us. Thanks to Jim’s co-workers who recommended it!

Patricia Cummings

Ain’t it the Truth … or is it?

Tuesday, October 14th, 2008

Some wise person once said that a lie can get half way around the world before the truth can get his pants on. This is not a blog about politicians, although it could be, in the last days of the election. This blog is not about the shysters would lie and cheat their way to the top. This blog is also not about grandiose, but mentally disturbed people, who tell lies about their abilities. One thing to remember is to never say that you are “fluent” in another language, when all you can do is to say “hello.” Once, I was tutoring a student in quilting when out of the blue, she told me that she was able to speak a long list of languages, one of them being Spanish. When I began speaking in Spanish, she drew a blank look and said that she “used to speak that one fluently.” Yes, and my pet pig is green.

Lies like that, meant to temporarily inflate one’s ego, don’t actually hurt anyone other than the liar himself/herself, it seems, but I have also learned that people who find it easy to tell any lie, also have no problem stealing, cheating, etc., in other words, living a life that is not even true to themselves.

Do you know the lies I despise the most? Falsehoods and fabrications about quilt history, when these are shared with a group, either online, in person, or in the media, including books. Lies do seem to “stick” more quickly, and often, no one challenges them because they come from the lips of an “expert.” Ha! That is a misnomer, in most cases.

Now, some people “mean well” when they blithely share their misinformation. In one instance, someone listed Kate Greenaway as still designing motifs in the 1930s, quite an achievement for someone who died in 1901. Of course, typos can come into play. Then again, we have a quilt that was reproduced, time and again, yet the “original” has never been seen, and its location is unknown (probably because it never existed in the first place?) – See my new book for more details.

Sometimes, information is misinterpreted, a common occurrence with us humans. We even misread each others’ intentions. The current political scene is a good example of that with the lady stating that she thinks Obama is not to be trusted because he is an Arab. Well, last I knew, an “Arab” was someone from Arabia who speaks Arabic. Even if he were, there are many law abiding, Arab-Americans, according to the media.

Of course, some remarks that are lies are intentionally made by people who want to try to gain the upper hand, by small minded toads, and by others who want to damage someone’s reputation. No matter what the reason is for lying, there is no sufficient justification. In the case of politics, the means do not justify the end.

I hope that in politics and in the rest of life, we can begin to concentrate on what is good about each other. The less attention given to the negatives, the better. I just hope that people who should know better, will begin to take extraordinary care when they impart information. After all, who would want to hear, “Liar, liar, pants on fire,” or worse yet, be caught with their pants down?

Patricia Cummings

The Beautiful Mrs. Webster

Friday, October 10th, 2008

Cover of CD
The beautiful Mrs. Ellen Webster is seen in this photo probably taken in 1893, if that is, indeed, her wedding dress. After months of researching and writing, I have finally turned over a Master Copy of the CD that contains information about Mrs. Webster and all of her activities. She had a keen mind that was active right up until the time of her “unexpected death” at 82.

The CD is in pdf format and can be viewed using any computer that has downloaded Adobe Reader, a free software program. There is a lot to like about this format, including easy scrolling through the pages.

I am just thrilled that we decided to give this piece of history to the New Hampshire Historical Society so that they can replicate the CD and sell it in their museum store to raise funds that will stay with them. It feels good to present this gift.

More information about the project is located on the index page of our website, along with ordering details.

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  • Do yourself a favor and send for this unique and wonderful product.

    Thanks to my friends who have been passing out brochures at meetings and promoting the project verbally. All help is needed and appreciated.

    Patricia Cummings, quilt historian, and James Cummings, photographer and photo editor

    Pumpkin People A North Country Delight

    Wednesday, October 8th, 2008

    Yesterday, Jim pointed the car in the direction of north and took me to a previously undisclosed location. In the North Country of New Hampshire, it is time to celebrate autumn, and Jim had heard about the “Pumpkin People.” There were dozens of these displays, each of them different, and to show you what they are like, I have chosen five scenes from his many photos. Other great ones, we have had to leave out due to space constraints. The foliage was grand, the people friendly, and the weather cooperative. If you love to take photos, this is the time to head north.
    Pumpkin Men in front of Jackson Inn
    Here is another one we liked:
    Pumpkin Head Bicycler
    This is adorable!
    Pumpkin Cows
    How cute is this?
    Pumpkin Dogs
    Who are these people?
    Three Pumpkin people
    Hope you have enjoyed this mini-show of what awaits you in the towns of Jackson and Bartlett.

    Patricia Cummings (all photos by James Cummings/all rights reserved).