Archive for March, 2009

Cakes

Tuesday, March 31st, 2009

Cakes, cakes, cakes. What would a special occasion be without a cake? When I was a little kid, I looked forward to birthdays and holidays, partly because of my mother’s abilities in cake making. My mother loved cakes. She would make a cake on a whim, as well as for a dedicated reason.

Cake made by Elizabeth Grace

There are so many photos of cakes in the family album, I thought I would share a few with you. After all, the photos have no calories!

2nd cake creation by Nana

The cake above was made for James Gorham, my son, and her grandson.

She would add store-bought decorations like little ceramic Easter bunnies, or a miniature diploma, or candied confections.

Steve Grace with diploma and piece of cake

The photo above shows my (late) brother, Steve, “wearing” and holding two decorations and sitting before a scrumptous piece of cake that my mother made for him when he graduated from the University of New Hampshire with a teaching degree in Agriculture.

Mom would experiment. She would “bake from scratch,” or bake with a cake mix. Her cakes came out well, no matter what. I have her recipe for Buttercream frosting down to a science: 1 box of Confectioner’s sugar, 1 tsp. vanilla, 1 stick of unsalted butter, and 1/4 cup milk. She liked to add peach preserves in the middle of a layer cake.

Her Christmas cakes always had white frosting and coconut on the top, and sometimes, strawberry preserves, in the middle. Her German Chocolate cakes were a lot of work and very special! I really liked her Confetti cake, and Angel Food cake, served with Strawberries, or dipped in Chocolate Fondue.

Chocolate cake made by E. Grace for Jim Cummings

This photo is from 1986 when my mother made a cake for Jim’s birthday, knowing that he loves chocolate!

During my lifetime, I have made my share of cakes, too.

Birthday cake made by me for my son's 4th birthday

This highly-decorated bear cake was a “bear” to complete, and it is the only cake of its kind I ever attempted. It was made for my son’s 4th birthday.

I hope you have enjoyed this brief romp through the photo album. Let me know if, on the basis of seeing these photos, you just had to bake a cake! pat@quiltersmuse.com

Patricia Cummings
Quilter’s Muse Publications

Another Car Accident

Monday, March 30th, 2009

The sound of crunching cars is unmistakable. I should be used to it by now. We live on a busy street, made much busier by commuter traffic in the late afternoon. Yes, we have had another car accident, right in front of our house, involving a lead car with one person in it, followed by another little red car, in which the woman’s head smashed into the windshield, and behind that a large white van, the driver of which seems to be unhurt.

The police have not yet arrived. The sound of sirens are just going off now as a fire engine is reaching the scene. Traffic is backed up like you wouldn’t believe, and there is some kind of liquid all over the road.

We did attend a meeting about this road, led by city planners, a few weeks ago. At the time, I mentioned my concern about the number of accidents on this stretch of road. Today, we cannot blame road conditions. There is no ice. It appears that people were following too closely, and perhaps did not notice a turn signal. Well, what else would we have for amusement (not really!), other than the wildlife in the backyard? Back to staring at the accident from the 2nd floor.

If people can’t learn how to drive, they should “park it.”

Update: An rescue vehicle just placed the woman on a stretcher, stabilizing her head. It appears that she sustained a bad injury. She was the passenger in the second car. Oh, my. My thoughts and prayers go with all who were involved.

Patricia Cummings

Rain and Sun

Sunday, March 29th, 2009

Rainy day - northern Maine

The photo above is a picture of an overcast and rainy day in northern Maine

Rain and sun are two diametrically-opposed forces in the universe and man needs both of them to survive. Perhaps that is one of the reasons that they have been mentioned in song and verse so frequently.

One armchair philosopher thinks that life is about learning to “dance in the rain.” Of course, Ginger Rogers and Fred Astair thought the same thing, years ago, and produced a song, “Dancin’ in the Rain.” (“What a wonderful feeling, I’m happy again.”)

In the late twentieth century, the statement was made that “Rainy day people never let you down.” Judy Garland made “Over the Rainbow” a hit song, via the movie “Wizard of Oz.”

sun again in the north country

Here is a brighter picture of the north country, when the sun shone on the autumn leaves.

No matter how much “rain” there is in our lives, we can rest assured that the sun will always come out again. John Denver sang, “Sunshine on my shoulder makes me happy.” Another songwriter wrote, “Here Comes the Sun,” and yet another penned the words, “Walkin’ on Sunshine.”

We do not have to look long or think hard to find other songs that mention rain or sun. However, it seems that we always have either too much rain or too much sun, in terms of the land and growing crops.

Turning to financial matters, my father always encouraged people to “save for a rainy day.” At the time he organized Credit Unions, Cuna Mutual Insurance Company’s logo was a little man carrying an umbrella.

No matter how carefully we plan our lives, the unexpected, but sometimes, not quite so unexpected, happens. Dad always thought that people should have a financial “cushion,” as he put it.

He was good at dispensing advice that he could not easily follow himself, due to financial commitments to his family. His little bit of savings was quickly eaten up by the cost of a lingering illness. We can’t always outsmart circumstance.

While rain may symbolize hardship, struggle, sadness and grief, sunshine represents new beginnings and a light heart. It is easy to see how and why the images of rain and sun are both incorporated into music lyrics.

Today, it is raining. As I sit here, writing this note, I can’t help but think of the Eagle we watched, all hunkered down, sitting on a beach in northern Maine. His feathers were soaking wet and he was so “into himself,” he was almost unrecognizable as one of his kind. Then, the sun suddenly appears. He spread his wings and took to the sky – up, up, up, circling into the distance, where we quickly lost sight of him.

Wherever you are on this day, if it is raining outside, or if you are troubled, know in your heart of hearts that a better day awaits. We must never feel defeated by exterior circumstances that we cannot control, whether it is the rain, or the economy, or personal losses. There is a higher purpose to our lives and we are called to be all that we can be.

Patricia Cummings
Quilter’s Muse Publications

Folk Art from South Africa – “The Grandmother to Grandmother” Campaign

Saturday, March 28th, 2009

Facebook, an interactive social network online, is more than what it might appear to be, at first glance. People connect there, in meaningful ways. It is on Facebook that I first became aware of a landscape quilt artist named Valerie Hearder. One can see Valerie’s beautiful work on her website. She travels the world to teach, as well she should, being so talented, and she has written several books. Her first one is already out of print. Valerie currently lives in Nova Scotia, Canada and has been quilting since 1972.

When I saw some intriguing folk art textiles from South Africa, on Facebook, I had to know more. I contacted Valerie and in so doing, was able to purchase a small, embroidered piece to help support the “Grandmother to Grandmother” Campaign. You see, due to the HIV/AIDS pandemic in that country, the parents of children are dying, and grandmothers are left to care for not only their own grandchildren, but sometimes the children of neighbors. It is a dire situation. Valerie’s video on her Facebook page explains what is happening. The grandmothers are impoverished and sometimes very ill, but struggling to care for up to 20 children, in some cases.

Design area of South African textile

This scan shows the design area only of a 10 1/2 x 11 embroidered textile on a black background. The black borders (not shown) extend about an inch (unevenly) all around. As you can see, the colors are vibrant. The word “Rose” is present, but whether or not that is the name of the artist remains to be seen. Very few different types of stitches were employed in this work that relies heavily on chain stitch. It is a pleasure to think that the purchase of this work may help to feed some children.

She reports that Canadian grandmothers have responded well to this textile initiative to help. She can barely fill the demand there, let alone supply these wonderful embroideries to all who would like to help. Fifteen per cent of sales goes to the Stephen Lewis Foundation that (presumably) filters financial resources back to the South African communities.

If you want to purchase one of these pieces from Valerie, keep in mind that her prices are listed in Canadian currency. You can adjust Paypal payments to pay the seller, in any other currency. If you “Google” Valerie’s name, you will see that she runs a yahoo group about Landscape Quilts. She is one busy lady, and I am so happy to have made her acquaintance, online.

Patricia Cummings
Quilter’s Muse Publications

The Pot o’ Gold – Who is Hiding it?

Saturday, March 28th, 2009

Finding the pot o’ gold at the end of the rainbow is a childhood fantasy as well as a favorite image associated with Irishmen. The Irish would be the first to tell you that the pot o’ gold does not exist. During the potato famine, the starving Irish came to America, through the ports of Boston, and fanned out all over New England, seeking work and a better life than what they left behind, toiling by the sweat of their brow.

At the same time that they were working hard, they were also struggling for better working conditions in the mills and later, fighting with the French-Canadians immigrants who would work for any amount of pay, and under any conditions. The Irish were fighters, and Union organizers.

Of course, folk songs commemorate the work the Irish on the railroad. One verse of the tune “Fili-mi-or-e-or-e-ay” recalls an Irish wife, Biddie McGee, who died: “If she left one kid, she left eleven … to work upon the railway!” Yes, they had lots of kids. Being both Irish and Catholic … you know the rest! The rule was to work hard until you die.

Every night, I make it a point to stop what I am doing and watch the evening news. I am beginning to view the news as air pollution. I’d be happier in “my own little world” of research and writing, than observing the … what is it now? … a proposed 9 trillion dollars in debt, if the budget passes. My friend who is a mathematician tells me that to reach that figure, I would have to write 9 million, then add zeroes to reach 9 billion, then add more zeroes. The number is so staggering, it is beyond my comprehension.

What is more alarming, is that hard work does not seem to matter any more. A friend gave 36 years to a company, only to be given a pink slip and a year’s pay. So long, too bad, you lose. No retirement pay. We have used you, taken your best years, and now we will leave you financially strapped. Good-bye.

I have to say that it is great being my own boss. While I make only “pen” (pin) money, what I do make ends up going to museums and quilt-related organizations, quilt magazines and books, and sometimes, fabrics. I’d have to say that I enjoy working at home. By that statement, I do mean working. Research and writing is very time-consuming!

A long time ago, I stopped worrying about the future. I ask very little of life. I don’t travel or wear fancy clothes. We do without things that others feel they need, like a camp, a vacation, or a second car. However, I feel that I have my priorities right where I like them. I have TIME. TIME is LIFE itself! Money is not the be all, and end all, for me. I don’t need to be Mrs. Rich B…., or Mrs. Ratrace, in the cemetery.

Yet, we all dream of being a little more affluent. People continue to buy lottery tickets on the chance that they will “hit it big.” In all the years we have played, we only won a free ticket, once. However, one has to keep dreams alive and it is okay to hope.

The country’s situation reminds me of a smiling wife who hides or throws away all the bills and pretends that everything is fine. Suddenly, the husband realizes that the car is being repossessed, creditors are calling, and the house is being foreclosed. In other words, he is swamped, and he never saw it coming. I don’t understand how our country got into such a mess, seemingly overnight. Who was hiding the problem? Or, was everyone totally unaware that it existed? It’s like the Elephant in the Room!

The economy will either get better, or we will all drown, due to the greed of a few. In hard times, people who are self-sufficient always seem to get along better. That was true in the Great Depression. Most farmers didn’t notice it much because the hens were still laying, the corn was still growing, and the pig could still be butchered for bacon and ham. Today, we are a more co-dependent society, and what happens to one of our own, happens to us all.

I feel the pain of those without jobs, I sense the anguish of the newly-homeless who are in that position, not due to their own laziness, but by circumstances beyond their control. I worry about the senior citizens who have to choose between taking medicine or buying groceries. I think about young people whose parents can no longer pay for their higher education. To the people who caused this set of circumstances, I will say that I am also concerned about the unborn.

In the words of Bob Dylan, “For threatening my baby, unborn and unnamed, you ain’t worth the blood that runs in your veins.”

Patricia Cummings
Quilter’s Muse Publications

Concord, NH Library Now An Endangered Species

Thursday, March 26th, 2009

A recent article in the Concord Monitor makes it clear that officials have been discussing the possibility of doing away with the City Library. This past winter, it was a warm haven for the homeless of our community who could be seen snoozing comfortably in some of the chairs. In some instances, the library is a drop off point for parents who do not want to pay a babysitter.

In spite of these two problems, the library estimates foot traffic per month at about 19,500 people. Counting close to 20,000 library users per month tells me that Concord residents like to read and enjoy the resources at the library for research and for Internet use. Many folks are not in a position to own their own home computer.

I hate to say this, but we are raising a bunch of dummies. In one instance, a young person stood muttering to herself because the computer went down during a transaction in a store. She could not figure out that if the purchase was 98 cents, the customer would receive two cents back from a dollar bill. I am not exaggerating!

Therefore, it is refreshing to think of all of these people and their children who are seeking out learning and books. According to the law, the library and the recreation department are the only two discretionary spending areas in the budget. A $3.3 million dollar shortfall is expected, yet property taxes continue to be pretty hefty!

I have no answers because I am not in charge of policy, or government spending. All I have is a “voice.” With that, I want to speak up to say that the Concord Library means a lot to many people, including us. It is foolish talk to discuss getting rid of it. New England is the home of the “free library” idea.

The library seems like the least service that should be available. How do we balance the budget? How about cutting some of the “frew-frew” money spent on Education in our schools?

I can do more math in my head than a student can do, with or without a computer. I learned how to add and subtract with a piece of paper and a pencil, the old way. I am just not sure why we are settling for less quality in Education and spending more and more, all the time. That is my opinion, not that anyone asked. My (tongue in cheek) suggestion is that everyone take up quilting and learn math the practical way.

This situation totally reminds me of the book, 1984. It seems like “government speak” when people don’t really say what they mean. In my humble opinion, this whole discussion seems to be leading up to another case of stick it to the taxpayer with more fees. The verdict is NOT in, and neither is “Lucy” of Charlie Brown fame, with her “5 cents for psychiatric help” sign. A lot of readers will be needing a therapist, should the library be removed from our midst.

Patricia Cummings
Quilter’s Muse Publications

The Jingles in My Head, and a Song in Portuguese and English, Welcoming Spring

Wednesday, March 25th, 2009

Now, from the title of this blog, you might think I was a little wacky, having jingles in my head and all. Actually, the jingles to which I refer are the little songs that accompany advertisements on television. Some of the songs are cute and one would wish they didn’t have such stupid words. I suppose I could make up my own words, as the tunes won’t stop playing. It is an art to write such memorable “jingles.”

This morning, I woke up with two competing ad tunes. Can you imagine? On top of that, and in the middle of all this internal head noise was a catchy song for which a friend sent me some YouTube links.

The original song was written in Portuguese and I have listened to it a number of times because it is fun to compare the Portuguese words with the Spanish words I know for the same objects. The song is written in a stream of consciousness manner, and is composed of snippets of life, disjointed visual images evoked by the words, as if one were seeing a surreal movie.

At first, you try to make sense of the flow of the words, and then you realize that the only important thing to realize is that all the images have continuity because they represent parts of life. The song is called “The Waters of March.”

The song version I like best is this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g3oNSFQVzNM

My friend, Mindy Fitterman, forwarded the following links and I like them all, but particularly the woman, singing in Portuguese, and also the English translation and explanation of the song on wikipedia:

Happy Spring!
(unless, of course, you live in the Southern Hemisphere)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Waters_of_March

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dHB5rphc66g

Lyrics: http://www.des.emory.edu/mfp/waters.html

http://artists.letssingit.com/basia-lyrics-waters-of-march-px4dctn

I will leave it to you to copy and paste any of the urls.

Seeing some photos of Texas Bluebonnets, tonight, brought to mind another favorite song, “Walker Behind the Wheel” by Bill Staines, on his “Bridges” CD: “Do the Bluebonnets carpet the fields in the spring? Does the Brazos still run to the sea? Does the sun still shine bright on that Texas girl? … She gave her heart to me.” Those may not be the exact words, but I have not listened to the song in perhaps a year. Great tune. And yes, yet another song to occupy the empty spaces in my brain, which seem to be ever increasing with age.

Cheerio!

Patricia Cummings

Questions that Remain at the End of the Day

Tuesday, March 24th, 2009

Today seemed to be a hopeful day. I had a strange sixth sense about it. I don’t know why. I wasn’t even thinking about anything financial, and was surprised to see, tonight, that the Dow Jones average, etc. was up. It was a good day on Wall Street, not that I pay any attention to such things because I am not an “investor.”

We have always invested in ourselves, that is, our ongoing understanding of the world, via books and education. We think it is a good preoccupation. There are so many new topics of interest. I can’t even keep up with myself and the books I accumulate.

However, that is okay. Buying books, we feel, is a better “investment” than say, smoking, drinking, “pigging out,” carousing, gambling, etc. I am happy to be married to a guy who enjoys books just as much as I do. We should live in a library. On most days, I think we do.

Now, to continue with my original thought: here are the questions that remain at the end of this day.

I wonder:

Why it is that when I asked one relative a question, I heard from another one, with whom I had never discussed the topic, and who lives on the other end of the state.

I wonder:

How someone can remove a beeswax stain that is brown, on a quilt? She “ironed” the quilt, after storing it, in progress, in a plastic bag.

I wonder:

Why the antiques stores are in such a jumble of a mess, and why sellers don’t try to make their merchandise look more desirable by arranging it in something other than a heap.

I wonder:

When the economy will turn around enough so that qualified people can return to positions commensurate with their abilities and knowledge.

I wonder:

What the future will bring for some quilt magazines, with all of the hustling and restructuring that is now going on, and with bankruptcy a threat for some.

I wonder:

If quilt frames that were stored on the ceiling were actually used in some places in early New England, or not, and why no one else remembers the example I saw in Woolwich, Maine in the early 1990s.

I wonder what else I could be doing to help others, short of giving them money (an impossibility).

If anyone has any suggested answers to any of the above quandaries, I may be contacted at the same spot I am always found: pat@quiltersmuse.com

Until then, I will count my blessings, instead of sheep.

Patricia Cummings, P.I.A.
Quilter’s Muse Publications and Virtual Museum

clown nose

The Year of the Kitchen

Monday, March 23rd, 2009

This year has been dubbed “The Year of the Kitchen.” Historic New England, Inc. has planned many program events centered around this topic, including some programs in New Hampshire.

apron from the Lewis Collection

Oddly-shaped apron from the Lewis Collection from South Sutton, NH.

Kitchens have been the center of the home, with guests often entertained there. In the past, aprons were important commodities. Joyce Cheney who wrote Aprons: Icons of the American Home recently donated 200 of her aprons to the American Textile History Museum, a generous donation, indeed. I guess that my article about the Lewis Collection aprons, in a recent issue of The Quilter magazine was quite timely.

Kitchen utensils are many and varied, although that was not always true. There are two favorite historic spots in New England that feature hearths and ironware, and sometimes, cooking demonstrations. Those are found at Old Sturbridge Village in Massachusetts, and the President Franklin Pierce Homestead in Hillsborough, New Hampshire.

The Remick Museum in Tamworth features “live” cooking programs that are participatory: workshops on baking sourdough bread, and other foods; and a special Thanksgiving Dinner, as well as a special “tea” party. Virginia Taylor is their food interpreter, and she has been compiling a cookbook of old time recipes, that was promised to be ready “soon,” a while ago. We’ll have to check on that!

The Wright Museum in Wolfeboro, New Hampshire has a wonderful display of how a kitchen would have looked during World War II, as well as how a parlor might have been set up. I am sure there are similar historic set-ups that show how people lived and worked. I would love to hear of any other local, New England locations. Write to: pat@quiltersmuse.com Thanks!

See the latest article posted today about our antique home!

Happy Home and Hearth to You!

Patricia Cummings
Quilter’s Muse Publications

Sunday Musings About an Unexpected Topic: The History of Homosexuality

Sunday, March 22nd, 2009

After writing a blog yesterday about art quilts, I began to think about all of the artists and creative people I know who are “gay.” I considered how the word, “gay” has changed since the 1960s, when I was a teenager. The first song I ever wrote, at that time, had the following words, “I sing cuz I’m happy, I sing cuz I’m gay, I sing to chase them ole blues away, I sing cuz I ain’t got nothin’ else to do, I’m singin’ all the time.”

“Gay,” of course, meant “happy, lighthearted.” Now, I could never sing that song today because I am the furthest thing from “gay” that you could imagine, according to the word’s current meaning. Yet in the innocence of youth, being 14 years old, the song was okay. In high school, concurrently, I was reading a novel titled, “Our Hearts Were Young and Gay.” The book had nothing whatsoever to do with homosexuality.

This morning, I “Googled” the words “History of Gays” and came up with some interesting sites. The first wikipedia site has a lot of detailed information, although much of it is unsupported by scholastic citations. At any rate, they date homosexuality to 12,000 BCE. In 5,000 BCE, an erotically-engraved rock suggests dancers who encircle two “cavorting” males. As early as 27 BCE, the first same sex marriage is celebrated. Not until the 4th century is there a law that prohibits same-sex marriage. By the 16th century, King Henry VIII, who seemed to have a penchant for beheading everyone, even his own wives, passed a law in 1588 making homosexuality a crime to be punished by death. It was not until 1861 that the punishment was amended to a prison sentence of ten years to life.

In the 17th century Virginia Colony, Richard Cornish was hanged for sodomy, and at Plymouth (“Plimouth”) Plantation, the first known conviction for lesbianism occurred. Fast forward to 1928 when a published book, The Well of Loneliness, brings homosexuality to public awareness. Throughout the 20th century, homosexuality is decriminalized and re-criminalized in many countries. In the 1930s, it is considered a mental illness. Police arrest homosexuals. In Nazi Germany, thousands of targeted homosexuals are murdered. In the 21st century, we see both the repeal of sodomy laws, and the institution of laws against “homosexuality,” a word that first appeared in print in 1869.

More recently, “same sex marriage,” “civil unions,” and “civil partnerships,” have been recognized, and in some cases in the United States, the status carries the same weight of commitment and legal privileges enjoyed by heterosexual married couples. These same-sex arrangements are a long way from being universally-accepted, yet seem to be “safer” situations than indiscriminate, multiple “encounters.”

Christians point to the Bible and decry homosexual acts based on the report that God destroyed Sodom and Gomorrah because the people who lived there engaged in sodomy. Ironically, a well-known, successful, evangelical preacher, whose custom was to rail weekly against the perversity of the homosexual behavior of others, was a closet homosexual all along, hiding this fact from his wife and children. When the truth finally came out, as truth has a way of doing, he and his family made an appearance on the Oprah Show, centered on his “fall from grace,” and was subsequently interviewed on a special news program.

As you can see, thousands of years of both discrimination and endorsement of “gay” practices has passed. The topic has been considered from a moral standpoint, from a psychiatric viewpoint, and consistently, has been a topic dealt with by Kings, the courts, the police, countries and states, towns, vigilantes, health officials, parents, church members, and the general public.

Many homosexuals, who were famous people, chose to keep that personal information, “personal.” The public was not aware of their preferences until after their deaths, in some instances. As you might agree, people are people, and the way they behave is their own business. Part of the “hatred” of homosexuals arises from blame placed on them for the AIDS epidemic. We have not even begun to see the tip of the iceberg of that problem in the United States. HIV/AIDS is most prevalent in Africa, where I learned this week, many grandmothers are raising their grandchildren because their own children have died of the disease.

Everything has a history and I thought that some of you might be interested in reading this short summary. For more details please do the same Google search I did and you will come up with more sites and more information than you really want to know. This is a topic that I am sure I, personally, do not fully understand. However, I have learned that it is better to accept PEOPLE as people, first and foremost, and to get past the prejudices that potentially can isolate us from each other. Luckily, our only Judge is not of this world, and only after our own deaths will it be proved whether we are worthy to sit “at the right hand of the Father,” the Creator of the Universe, the Author of Life Itself.

Patricia Cummings
Quilter’s Muse Publications