Archive for September, 2009

Postcard Quilt

Wednesday, September 30th, 2009

Here is an image of a postcard quilt sent to me by my friend, Tamara Shpolyanska, a certified Master Quilter and quilt teacher from Ukraine. She sent this to me, in two pieces that I needed to assemble to have a finished project. I just got “a round tuit,” and completed it this week.

She has sent me four other postcard quilts, one of which needs an edge binding. I see I have my work cut out for me. Perhaps a skinny piece of left over binding would do just fine. Yes, very skinny!

I love Tamara’s artistic vision. Her quilts, large and small, are all wonderful! I am blessed to have some very special friends and she is certainly one of them. Here is the scan of the postcard. The back of the quilt features her personal stamp/ and her name in Ukrainian, as well as a personal message to me, her signature, and the date.

Postcard quilt from Tamara

This small piece features a pansy and fancy fibers. It looks very elegant, in person! She sent it as a gift for St. Patrick’s Day, in 2006.

Patricia Cummings
Quilter’s Muse Publications

Michael Moore Takes on Capitalism in His Latest Film

Wednesday, September 30th, 2009

Fortune magazine online has published a most interesting article about Michael Moore’s latest film that is ironically called, “Capitalism: A Love Story.” The 55 year old film director reaches into his own lessons from the past, learned at the feet of the Catholic educational system. He seems to have concluded, in part, that Capitalism is “anti-Jesus.”

I hope you will read this article including explanations of the Ponzi schemes and select financial bailouts. Many people, I fear, have not been paying attention, which is not to say that the effects of what happened will not mean that they will be immune from paying with their own money. That appears to be how it is in this country. The rich stay rich and “understand” each other, and the poor struggle to even maintain the most meager of jobs.

In thinking about this topic today, I opened the Bible and turned to Matthew 25: 31-40.

Under subtitle of “The Son of Man Will Judge the Nations,” beginning with verse 31, Matthew quotes Jesus. On the Last Day, men will be separated like goats and sheep. The sheep will be welcomed into the Kingdom that was prepared for them from the “foundation of the world.”

The “Good Shepherd” will say to his “flock”: For when I was hungry, you gave me food. When I was thirsty, you gave me to drink. When I was in prison, you came to me. The righteous will answer, “When did we do this, Lord?” To that, He will reply, “Assuredly, I say this to you, inasmuch as you did it to one of the least of these My brethren, you did it to Me.”

The Good Shepherd

The image above, “El Buen Pastor” (”The Good Shepherd”) represents Christ and one of his flock. It is a painting by Bartolomé Esteban Murillo (1617-1682) whose work I studied at a university in Spain in the early 1970s.

In America today, we seem to be overlooking and casting aside the least of our Brethren. After killing off the majority of Native Americans, for the convenience of taking over their lands for our own expansion, we now pick on a new set of people to denigrate: the day laborers who are here to do hard work.

They reap no benefits other than a meager paycheck, for work that Americans themselves are unwilling to do. It seems to be a protective measure to all who are here, to afford them the same health care insurance available to any of us, lest we come down with some preventable pandemic brought in from another country.

What remains to be seriously considered and dealt with is the health and welfare of our migrant brothers and sisters, legal or “illegal.” (Does God make “illegal” people?)

These individuals pick our crops and serve in other dangerous and nasty work such as asbestos removal, jobs that hardly anyone would even consider. In the name of Capitalism (legally making a buck), some individuals have forgotten the compassion that is at the very root of Christianity, a major religion in this country.

The question on the table remains: “Is Democracy political or economic?” You will have to answer that for yourself, but I think you will enjoy Michael Moore’s fresh perspective on this topic. I would add another question, “Are the terms Capitalism and Democracy synonyms? If so, why, or why not?” Comments welcome.

Finally, a link to an American folk song by Woody Guthrie, “Pastures of Plenty,” as sung by me.

Patricia Cummings
Quilter’s Muse Publications

Doyle New York Offers Special Quilt at Auction on October 7, 2009

Tuesday, September 29th, 2009

Doyle New York, located at 175 East 87th St., New York City, is offering 460 lots of furniture, decorations, paintings, costume designs, memorabilia and more, that belonged to the late opera singer, Beverly Sills (1929-2007).

Included is a quilt that was given to her by the San Diego Opera Guild on May 26, 1979. The fifteen quilt block feature images of women, dressed in various gowns, who represent operatic roles performed by Sills over the span of her career. The quilt measures 7′ 6″ x 4′ 2 1/2″. The back is inscribed with friendly notations and member signatures and was presented in honor of her birthday.

Beverly Sills quilt - sold by Doyle New York

The following image was sent by a representative of Doyle New York. You can see that the quilt was actually “quilted.” Lovely tribute!

back of Sills' quilt with signatures

The press release distributed by the company contains the following contact information, as well as a wonderful biography:

Auction

Wednesday, Oct 7 at 10am

Exhibition

Friday, Oct 2, 10am-5pm
Saturday, Oct 3, 10am-5pm
Sunday, Oct 4, Noon-5pm
Monday, Oct 5, 10am-6pm
Tuesday, Oct 6, 10am-2pm

Catalogue

View the catalogue and bid online: DoyleNewYork.com/title/title09BS01.htm

Souvenir auction catalogue: $35
212-427-4141, ext 203
Subscriptions@DoyleNewYork.com

View Press Release / Highlights

DoyleNewYork.com/pr/BeverlySills

Contact

Client Services Department
Tel: 212-427-4141, ext 207 or 242
Fax: 212-427-7526
Client.Services@DoyleNewYork.com

This announcement is brought to you courtesy of Quilter’s Muse Publications. Happy bidding!

Schoolgirl Sampler Commands Top Dollar

Monday, September 28th, 2009

An 18th century schoolgirl Sampler came up for auction in Maine and has commanded the highest price of any Sampler sold: $465,750, according to Antiques and the Arts Online. A photo of the piece, which was expected to sell for much less, appears on their website:

Be patient. The remote site takes a long time to load.

Sensible Money

Monday, September 28th, 2009

The words that come to mind this morning are those of “Wimpy,” a cartoon character in the Popeye series, who said, “I’ll give you 5 cents tomorrow for a hamburger today.” That request appears to sum up the state of private finances and general economy in the U.S. today. For some time now, Americans have relied on borrowed money and borrowed time, and truly have not been in charge of their financial destiny.

Not so long ago, things were different. Imagine an age without electronic gadgets, when people actually engaged with the people with whom they were keeping present company and were not plugged into a communication device.

During World War II, most every family had a radio and it was around that radio that the family gathered to hear the latest news, music, and theatrical-like presentations. The radio probably crackled, buzzed and whistled with all kinds of static. However, it was a major conveyance of news.

Jump ahead to today. As soon as I publish this message, it will be read in places I will never visit in my lifetime. I know this is true, if only because of all of the SPAM that shows up, from distant places. We have more ways to communicate than ever before. Yet, we are becoming a society that is dismally unaware of how to manage money and that hurts all of us.

ration stamps

Ration Stamps from World War II

The 1940s seem to have been a decade of beginning awareness of the importance of financial stability. The government encouraged recycling by its messages on the back of every ration stamp booklet.

When you have used your ration, salvage the TIN CANS and WASTE FATS. They are needed to make munitions for our fighting men. Cooperate with your local Salvage Committee.

Everyone pitched in to turn “junk” into weapons in an age that published the song, “Junk Ain’t Junk No More.”

Mothers were now in the workplace and every dime counted. A popular song of the era was “Brother, Can You Spare a Dime?” A dime would, after all, at least buy a cup of coffee to warm a person’s innards, if only temporarily. A song of the 1920s reveals the thoughts of someone down on his luck: “Nobody Knows You When You’re Down and Out.”

Another admonition on the Food Rations Booklet was, “If you don’t need it, DON’T BUY IT.”

Today, we are a people entrapped by credit like prey in a spider’s web. Yet, our own selfish needs are to have it all and do that … now! “We’ll just charge it,” has become the mantra of the younger generation, a group who is finding it increasingly difficult to pay even the interest on their credit cards, as they go up, up and out of sight.

In 1945, my father founded a Credit Union, the first of 17 that he would ultimately start. His idea was to help others by way of financial education. “Save for a rainy day,” “A hand up, not a hand out,” were slogans I heard him repeat when I was a child. By 16 years old, encouraged by Dad, I had started my own account to have a place to save babysitting money and “watch it grow.”

My father left it up to bankers to consider ways to fleece the public and get rich. My father was never rich. Toward the end of his life, when he was still well enough, my parents had a Ford truck with a camper and took little trips from NH to Maine. That was the extent of his travel. Yet, he was rich in other ways. He read books and National Geographic and U.S. News and World Report. He was informed about the world, and in his own way, assisted in improving the world and making it just a little better because of his 63 years here.

To his credit and his sound management, the Granite State Credit Union, that John E. Grace (1911-1974) founded in 1945, then called Utility Workers Credit Union, is thriving and has branch offices all over the state of New Hampshire, as well as a main branch in Manchester, where it originated.

When I think of money, I can’t help but recall the example my father set. Like him, I am not rich, not in dollars. Yet, I am rich in experiences, in friends, and in knowledge that I continue to seek daily. The greatest freedom is in “owing no man.” We have $0. credit card debt. There is nothing that I have gone without that I don’t miss. Teach your children in the way you’d want them to grow … before the material goods of the world turn their heads.

Patricia Cummings