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Wednesday, March 31st, 2010

Today, I have been thinking of folk songs that recall the sentiment of anti-war protest and I can think of no more poignant an example than a song by contemporary songwriter, John McCutcheon, called “Christmas in the Trenches.” Perhaps, the inclement weather and the chill and rain have led me to think of this song that holds so much meaning. It is based on a true event of World War I. On Christmas Eve, 1914, both German and British troops took a brief respite from the war to share cigarettes, play soccer, and sing Christmas carols. In the morning, it was back to fighting as usual, but, with a new appreciation for the individuals involved. A new thought crossed their minds: Whose family members would be affected by any casualties?

When conflicts arise, the gang mentality grows into a “them or us” theme. Social isolation, shunning, and hatefulness are all part of the human plan to punish others. Solitary confinement, and isolation from comrades, in scary situations, such as being kept prisoner of war, can have serious mental consequences for the victim. It is easier for humans to persecute other people when those “others” are seen as “different than (us).” The dividing factors can be related to race, geographic location, religion, politics, or policy. Alternately, the dispute can be an inherited feud, like the Hatfields and McCoys.

Many folk songs that were written during the 1960s and 1970s carry a social message. Dylan’s “With God on Our Side,” is an example. “Carry It On,” is another social protest song. Joan Baez sang, “We are the children of darkness.” Indeed, with the Vietnam War hanging over our heads, it certainly seemed like a time of darkness. Music is oft used to convey personal interpretations of the current personal feelings of the masses. Any example of that is represented by the song that asks, “Where Were You When the World Stopped Turning,” shared right after 9-11.

To be memorable, a song must have one or more statements that can be accepted as universally true. In this case, the last two lines of “Christmas in the Trenches” serve well:

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I love this song, but moreover, I really like a current video on YouTube that features old photos that represent the scenes mentioned in the song. Here is a link, but if the link does not work, just key the song title into an Internet search engine, and with any luck, you will find this slice-of-life video:

Patricia Cummings

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Tuesday, March 30th, 2010

Hi Pat,

Just completed this poem and wanted to send it your way for possible use on your wonderful site.

Very blessed wishes for a wonderful Easter to you and yours.

Jane-Ann

Heirloom Treasure

by Jane-Ann Heitmueller

To some they seemed just scraps and pieces Grandma tucked away
deep in her bag of remnants from our families’ work and play.
A plethora of textures, colors, patterns, sizes, shapes,
from Grandpa’s tattered overalls, to Aunt Sue’s flowered drapes.

She kept my sister’s red plaid dress, my brother’s checked pants,
the satin dress my mama wore to her first high school dance.
Saved were old worn out tablecloths and faded aprons, too.
That scrap bag held a rainbow filled with yellow, green and blue.

With patience and rare diligence she worked her skillful art,
as Grandma cut and placed and stitched each precious fabric part.
She labored on through summer’s heat and fall’s fast ebbing light,
determined to complete her task by Christmas morn so bright.

Each square reflected cherished years…
sweet memories to share…
Grandma’s heartfelt and special way to show her love and care.

Dear Jane-Ann,

Thanks for sending this lovely poem. It is our pleasure to feature your work! Happy Easter to you!

Patricia Cummings

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Tuesday, March 30th, 2010

turkey

Wild turkey in New Hampshire

Any time we ride through the countryside in New Hampshire, we are likely to spot wild turkeys. Mostly they are hens that are hanging out together, foraging for food by the side of the road. I’ve always wondered what they find that is so enticing to eat there. Maybe they have an acquired taste for road salt. They do not bother much of anything, unless we count car and motorcycle accidents and fatalities. Like moose, deer and wild boar, they can effect a lot of damage to a vehicle and its occupants. As with any wildlife or birds, we enjoy being reminded that they are around, and unlike the folks in Alaska, we enjoy shooting them with a camera, rather than a gun.

Other “big birds” like New Hampshire, too. We have turkey vultures that can be seen circling my house, overhead, or soaring on the wind, high over the quarries nearby. They make me a little nervous, those ugly, bald-headed freaks of nature that always look more elegant at a distance. Eagles, large owls, hawks and herons seem to make up the other members of the local, native, large bird population.

On the day that Jim took the photo, seen above, we were on a deserted country road, so deserted that, in seeing our car parked, a local police officer stopped to ask if we needed assistance. By the time we reassured him that we were ok, the flock of turkeys had scattered into the woods, including a parcel of youngsters.

If I were to be a large bird, I would prefer to be an eagle, not a turkey. Eagles seem more independent, less likely to be someone’s prey, and they have certainly become a symbol of freedom. Yes, I’d leave the turkeys on the ground, as I’d glide over the flowing river, with an eagle-eye peeled for any motion of a fish, just under the surface. I’d keep watch over the nest, making sure that the eaglets did not fall out, and I’d happily launch each new generation, when it was time to “let go.” Alas, I am not a majestic eagle. I seem to be grounded, forever, subject to the whims of human turkeys. In honor of this phenomenon, I plan to eat a turkey dinner this week.

Patricia Cummings

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Monday, March 29th, 2010

I printed out and saved the following letter from an Italian gentleman, sent in 2006. If any eligible lady would like to respond to this note, maybe he is still available.

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Hi:

This is a legitimate appeal for ladies only. If you are interested or if you want to unsubscribe, email me at …

I’m an Italian guy. I live in Italy and my name is Andrea. I live in Padova. I’m sending this message to the people because I’m bored to live in Italy. I’m looking for a lady what could invite me in usa. I seek a millionaires american lady who desires a young guy for marriage. I would love to find a lady who doesn’t work too much and has time for me.

I would love to find a wealthy lady who lives in one of the following places in usa or nearby:

1) “The treasure coast,” I mean north east Broward County or east Palm Beach county (FLORIDA)
2) Honolulu (Hawaii)
3) Reno (Nevada)
4) Las Vegas (Nevada)
5) Atlanta (Georgia)
6) Jupiiter, Stuart, Coral Springs, Jensen Beach, Boynton Beach, Deepwater, Hutchinson Island or Miami (Florida)

Considering that I like the mature women, I’d love to find a lady of 45-60yo age range. I’d love to find a gentle long haired lady who lives in a swimming pool house near the sea ( as I like to swim).
I seek a lady without young or old children, a no smoker lady who could be widowed, separated, single, divorced.
I would need a sugarmamma figure at the beginning.

I seek a bisexual woman that figures out of the years, looks young and feels young: it’s not a problem if she’s not beautiful because she should be beautiful inside and most of all, she should desire a younger soulmate. (She could be overweight too) The thing I desire is to fix a serious stable relationship with a lady who gives me the opportunity to have a better life.

ABOUT ME:

I have long black hair, my weight is 65 kilos (145 lbs) and my height is about 1.80 metres (5.11)…
I’m no smoker/ drinker and I’m good looking.

If you could be the kind of woman I’m looking for, write me soon please!!!!

Thank you very much for reading my letter. I think there must be a woman for me out there.

Cheers!

[Name Withheld to Protect a Youth :-) ]

Any rich, gentle, unattached, long-haired woman out there who has no children and can give this youngster a pampered life, is free to “romp” continually, and lives by the sea or a gambling casino? This was a first when a “personal” ad hit my mailbox in 2006. I hope that by now, this person is less bored and has teamed up with someone who deserves him. :-)

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Sunday, March 28th, 2010

The words, “Happy as if I were in my right mind,” is a favorite expression that makes me smile when I think of it. My late brother, Steve, used to say it all the time. I learned it from him. Well, I am here to tell you that I am happy AND in my right mind, but I have to seriously wonder if many of the people we see on the news are enjoying the same state of being. All I have to do is to turn on the news to come to the conclusion that the world is full of “nuts.” Tough nuts at that. Nuts who mean business, and who seriously want to cause harm to others, and to society, as we know it. When I say that, I am thinking of school shootings, flash mobs, and clips of Osama bin Laden, still shirking in some cave, yet directing others toward evil, ironically in the name of Islam and its promotion. I see reports of bank robberies, muggings, car thefts, stabbings, not to mention white collar crimes and breaches involving identity theft. What is the world coming to?

Amid all of the conflict and confusion, I am so glad that I have a creative outlet called quilting that keeps my mind and hands occupied. Like most folks who have been quilting for awhile, I have projects galore, some already started and some still just in my head. I have stockpiled fabrics that I like, to the point that I no longer must go shopping to buy fabric for any given project, UNLESS I want to enjoy the ambience of a lovely quilt shop such as Keepsake Quilting in Centre Harbor, NH, or Quilted Threads in Henniker, NH, my two favorite destinations within the state. Both places are well-lit and the selection of everything in those two shops is tasteful and displayed nicely. The company of other quilters is always fun.

Yes, for the last several days, I have “lost” myself in a project that is turning out well. My brother died in 1994 but lived long enough to see my studio, my quilts, and I, featured in a short magazine article that year, my first and one that he took to work with him. He was so proud of me. He would be happy that I am “as happy as if I were in my right mind.” What could be more “right” than being engaged in creative enterprises? side effects of cialis use Politicians aside, how about you?

Patricia Cummings

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Friday, March 26th, 2010

Currently, there is a quilt exhibit at the Victoria and Albert Museum in London that has some folks here, across the pond, hopping the closest airplane to go see it. Part of the exhibit, located in the Renaissance Gallery, is the showing of a quilt rarely seen by the public, the Tristan quilt, sometimes called Tristram or Tristam. In fact, the name has many mutations because it was part of a medieval legend that was carried about Europe by storytellers: the legend of Tristan and Isolde and their star-struck relationship.

The piece is one of three pieces executed in the style of side effects of cialis use. One piece has been collected by the Bargello Museum in Florence, and the other quilt piece is in private hands. The most notable feature of this quilt is that it is the oldest extant European quilt example, made between 1360 and 1400 for a wedding gift, an elaborate one at that!

The curator of the V&A exhibit, Sue Prichard, has edited a new volume of quilt history, published by V&A Publishing, that highlights quilts in their collection. The book, side effects of cialis use is currently being distributed in the U.S. I received mine today from amazon.

The 240 page book with its many enchanting color photos and illustrations is very impressive. I can’t wait to savor the information it contains. If, like me, you can’t get to England to see the exhibit in person, perhaps a book is the next best thing! Here is a link, just in case you agree.

Patricia Cummings

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Thursday, March 25th, 2010

On March 9, 2010, an obituary was published for Doris (“Granny D”) Haddock. You may remember her as the lady who, at 90 years old, walked across the country, all 3,200 miles, to make a statement about campaign finance reform. That kind of commitment is rare and that is what makes “Granny D” so special.

At 100 years old, finally her time was up. See the full story here:

A life like hers is worth celebrating. She knew her own mind, and although it seems crazy to many of us, her commitment to a goal spurred her on, through rain and muck and through the inevitable pains and aches that anyone would endure in embarking on such a feat.

Some people pass through life and leave an indelible mark. They inspire others to follow their own dreams, and they set a precedent because of their bravery, resourcefulness, and example. Think of the women suffragettes, and the Women’s Christian Temperance Union of the 19th century. Those women led the way in shaping what life would be like for women in the 20th and 21st centuries. Sometimes, a bit of courage and stick-to-it-ive-ness is all that is needed, if we are to change society for the better.

“Granny D” is gone, but shall not be forgotten.

Patricia Cummings

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Wednesday, March 24th, 2010

Several months ago, when I first purchased the book, side effects of cialis use, I mentioned it on my Facebook page. It is a wonderful and inspiring book with beautiful photos and lots of Haitian proverbs such as “A leaky roofs fools the sun but not the rain.” The book is a joy to read. Today, I discovered a new press release that reveals the efforts of a shop and some folks in Pennsylvania. If you can assist in any way, I am sure your efforts will be appreciated.

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE

A special exhibit and benefit sale of original quilts made by Haitians, under the guidance of PeaceQuilts, are on display at Ladyfingers Sewing Studio, 6375 Oley Turnpike Rd., Oley, PA 19547, from March 20 through April 17, 2010. All proceeds of the sale of the quilts go to Haiti PeaceQuilts. is collecting donations of fabrics, threads, and sewing supplies. phone: (610) 689-0068.

Peace by Piece: PeaceQuilts Relieves Poverty in Haiti

The PeaceQuilts Project, a non-profit, all-volunteer organization founded on the island of Martha’s Vineyard, is relieving poverty in Haiti by establishing and supporting women’s quilting cooperatives, thereby providing a living wage through meaningful, creative work. The women design and create one-of-a-kind quilts using Haitian imagery. They earn a daily wage, plus a handsome commission, when the quilts are sold. The goal is to make each cooperative full-independent, owned and operated by its members.

The story of PeaceQuilts is a novel and highly unlikely one. In a tropical country, the poorest in the western hemisphere, the concept of quilts and quilting is introduced into a Haitian training school curriculum by Jeanne Staples, a visionary artist from Martha’s Vineyard, and Maureen Matthews McClintock, a master quilter and clinical psychotherapist from rural Vermont. In turn, they were nurtured by a pair of Haitian Catholic nuns who teach needlework who collaborated to turn the enterprise into a success within two years.

Just as improbable, the well-respected Bennington Museum in Bennington, VT mounted an exhibition of the quilts last fall, attracting large and enthusiastic crowds. The exhibition, “Patience to Raise the Sun,” is now being developed as a national touring show, featuring 22 original art quilts, as well as photo enlargements of the quilters and their environs, and objects such as a charcoal iron and brazier, used in the absence of electricity. A beautiful 60 page catalog has been published to accompany the exhibition.

Today, in the wake of unimaginable devastation, the quilters are continuing to create beautiful quilts, even amid the rubble. About 50 women are now in various stages of being trained and organized
into cooperatives. In a country where work is scarce and one job-holding Haitian often supports three generations of family, the women of PeaceQuilts are not only earning a living wage, but are currently setting up additional PeaceQuilts workshops at schools and locations in other parts of Haiti, including the newest one in Cité Soleil, Port-au-Prince’s most notorious slum. Here in the U.S., volunteers
have contributed their time and talent to the project, and quilters throughout New England and as far away as Phoenix, Arizona have donated materials and supplies. For more information, visit: ,

Contact: Jeanne Staples
Organization name: PeaceQuilts
Telephone number: (508) 274-1104
Fax number: (508) 628-9822
Email address:

This notice is brought to you as a public service announcement by Patricia Cummings,, Concord, NH.

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Tuesday, March 23rd, 2010

Dear Sir or Madam,

I am a Hmong from Laos. Currently, I am doing Master in Thailand.

I reached your website accidentally. I am very happy that the Hmong art and history have a permanent place to be storage-they will not be lost any more.
You have done a really good job to save our traditional art and history.

I believe that your site will be a source of learning for the Hmong for century.

Best wish

Peexiong Gniachong
Master of Rural Development Management,

Dear Peexiong Gniachong,

Thank you for your note. I am pleased that you found our that celebrates the Hmong people, their encounters with tragedy, their beliefs, religion, and festivities, and most especially, their needlework. The culture is a very old one, and has many facets.

Many Hmong Americans from Laos whose parents came here after the end of the Vietnam War do not have strong ties to their country of origin, as they never lived there, and never lived the traditional ways of the Hmong. I have told by a number of young Hmong women, who are college age now, that they want to learn to do the Pa Ndau embroideries of their grandmothers.

Much of the Hmong culture is already lost in America, as immigrants have scrambled to learn a new language and way of life. In my web file, my goal was to share traditional embroideries and to provide a glance back to the effects of war, the “camps” in Thailand, and all that your people have suffered just because they befriended Americans and were our staunchest allies during the war against North Vietnam.

Thank you for your letter. Best wishes for continued academic success!

Patricia Cummings

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Monday, March 22nd, 2010

Today, I received a greeting card/ announcement with photos from my beautiful Ukrainian friend and master quilter who teaches quilting and now lives in Germany. Before today, I had never heard of International Women’s Day which will celebrate 100 years of existence in 2011. The day is set aside annually to honor the “economic, political, and social achievements” of women, according to an online statement. Read more at:

In true artistic style, the front of Tamara’s card is a a printed design that is embellished with strips of cloth, a Log Cabin design that was made to look like a house. One word on the front of the card says: “Willkommen,” which in German means “Welcome.” Inside is an invitation to see the quilts of Tamara’s “Quiltgruppe,” (quilt group), an exhibit that will continue until April 10, 2010 in Chemnitz. Tamara writes that the Municipal Centre has been organizing cultural activities for the women of the town, and that the exhibit has already received a lot of visitors from the surrounding suburban area, as well as the town itself.

Here are some photos:

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Beautiful card that contains information inside, in German, about the exhibit hours, etc.

quiltgruppe

Photos of ladies who belong to Tamara’s quilt group

tamara and her husband, and a group member with quilts

One of Tamara’s students; and Tamara and her husband, Anatol.

We are happy to hear that quilting is a thriving art in this German town, thanks to the efforts of a very talented woman, Tamara Shpolanska. Hope you have enjoyed these pictures as much as we did!

Patricia Cummings

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Sunday, March 21st, 2010

Recently, we were contacted by Linda Ann Chartier, an artist who lives with her husband, Mike, in a Federal style home in which the famous writer, Philip Freneau, “Poet of the American Revolution,” lived from 1818-1824. One may view photos of the exterior and interior of the old house in New Jersey on a that Mike has set up. I really enjoyed seeing the photos of the house, and particularly liked the phone alcove, a unique feature. Chartier states that the first phone number was “244-W.” The Chartiers bought the home in 2004.

Born in New York city in 1752, Freneau died in Monmouth, New Jersey in 1832. He is remembered as an opinionated journalist, sometime “vitriolic,” according to a statement on one website. He wrote for a number of newspaper publications. His two best known poems were written in 1780s: “The Burial Ground,” and “The Wild Honey Suckle.” The latter poem has four stanzas, the last of which is:

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Read the whole poem at:

All of Freneau’s poetry is collected in five published volumes that date from 1786 to 1815. To read more about him, check out Paul P. Reubens’ research page online: “Perspectives in American Literature – A Research and Reference Guide – An Ongoing Project.”

There is something special about living in an old house, especially when someone notable has lived there. I can tell you that firsthand. I hope that you enjoy seeing the home where the Chartier’s now live, and I thank them for bringing their website to our attention.

Patricia Cummings

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Saturday, March 20th, 2010

I am always stymied to give a coherent answer when someone I don’t know asks me what I “do.” Like most professionals in the quilt industry, I wear many hats. The other day, I handed someone my business card that says, “Quilter’s Muse Publications” and provides contact information. She looked at the card, mystified, and said, “Oh, so you make quilts?” The answer was, “Yes, and so much more.”

This career had humble beginnings. I made my first quilt, one that I didn’t like much, under the guidance of a more experienced quilt shop owner. It was the “vision” of someone else, and one that was simply a practice quilt, as I look back. Much more was in store. Along the way, I acquired an addiction for buying every quilt book I ran across, many of which I have no use for now. They were for beginners. I soon realized that the same basic how-to information is contained in most magazines and books, a constant rehash, and sometimes an account that does not yield practical advice that one only learns by doing.

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This block design reminds me of “Spring.”

I’ve made more quilts than I can remember, on most days. I’ve lost count of them. Quite a few have been donation quilts or ones sent to other countries. I’ve been asked by many groups to give talks and I have traveled all over New Hampshire, Massachusetts and Vermont to do so. I’ve been asked to serve as a quilt judge, something I really enjoy. I’ve prepared 70 articles for publication in one magazine, as well as other articles for magazines, newsletters, and newspapers. I gathered information for a large, unpublished report on old quilts, and have written a number of books on Redwork and Its History, Quilt Care, and Ellen E. Webster, quilt historian and her work. This blog has about 1100 entries, and my website is packed with very informative articles, recipes, and songs.

In addition, I do make quilts, though not to sell, and not for show. I make quilts to illustrate my writings, and to give to friends and family. So, you see, it gets a bit complicated when someone asks, “What do you do?” On some days, I am researching and writing. On other days, I am trying to expand the market for my products. On still other days, I am enjoying the company of the radio, or silence, while I carefully appliqué, quilt, or work on designing a new quilt. Often, I am looking up pattern names for old designs, or answering the many e-mails I receive each month.

I wish I had a more descriptive phrase that explained briefly ALL that I do. For now, I guess that the term “quilt professional” will have to suffice. Quilting and quilt friends, quilt stores, museums, and antique shops, and opportunities to teach about quilts, are my life. If anyone thinks that quilters or quilting is boring, they will have to think again. The history of quilts is the history of men and women who have quilted in the past, and there are many approaches one can take when studying the subject.

I really enjoy being a quilter! To that end, I wrote a song two years ago called “side effects of cialis use,” in honor of National Quilter’s Day which is celebrated on the third Saturday of March, annually, since 1992. Of all the occupations I have ever had, this “hobby” of quilting makes my heart sing.

Happy National Quilter’s Day!
Patricia Cummings, quilt professional

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Saturday, March 20th, 2010

The day that John F. Kennedy died, I was sitting in a 7th grade classroom, shared with 8th graders, in a small, country school where the principal also served as teacher for the two advanced grades. On November 22, 1963, he dragged a television into the room, telling us that the president had been shot. None of us had to wait very long before the television announcer reported that the president had just expired. It was a time of high anxiety and uncertainty for the nation and a scramble to get the vice-president (Lyndon Johnson) sworn into office.

Kennedy, the first Irish, Catholic president and the first to have ever won a Pulitzer prize, was admired. I remember reading his book,side effects of cialis use, and writing a book report for which I received an “A.” The country was ready for a youthful president and one with new ideas; someone who would make informed decisions. He served less than two years, and his death at the hands of Lee Harvey Oswald, a man with ties to Russia, never resulted in a trial. Oswald was gunned down two days after the shooting by Jack Ruby. Conspiracy theories were abundant, and a commission was put together to gather more evidence, some of which is still in dispute, today.

Everyone’s thoughts turned to Jacqueline Kennedy and her two small children. The women of the country looked to “Jackie” as a trendsetter in fashion, and suddenly, pill box hats became popular, as well as her trademark hairdo. The funeral events were sad, indeed, and produced poignant images such as little John Jr.’s salute, and images of the eternal flame. My mother gave me a collectible book with many photos, side effects of cialis use, that commemorates Kennedy’s passing, stolen when I lived in Arizona.

In the aftermath of the tragedy, more than 1.5 million letters were sent to Jackie to console her and to tell her how much her husband meant to America. Due to the high volume of mail she received, not all of the letters could be saved. Those that were retained have been in a Boston repository for decades now.

A new book by UNH professor, Ellen Fitzpatrick, side effects of cialis use has just been published by HarperCollins. The 250 letters clearly show the state of mind of those who grieved with Mrs. Kennedy. The professor had to track down all of the letter-writers for permission to publish their letters, a major feat in itself, after the passage of so much time. Only one person refused. This book sounds most promising and one I would enjoy reading.

Patricia Cummings

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Thursday, March 18th, 2010

Today, Jim and I took an afternoon walk through a little cemetery just north of our home. We paused at some of the gravestones and were able to decipher a few words. In some cases, these ancient stones are silent companions that no longer reveal the secret of who is buried under them. The writing on their faces has been obliterated the elements and winds of time.

One saying was, “They are not dead but sleeping.” Another short four words instructed the living: “Weep not for me.” The word, “weep” gave me cause to think about that particular word. Turning to the Bible, I find that Jeremiah 22:10 states, “Weep not for the dead nor bemoan them…” In a number of other instances in the Bible, the word “weep” is present.

How should we define “weeping?” Is it different than crying?

When I think of “weeping,” I envision uncontrollable tears that suddenly stream down one’s face, tears that come from a deep and usually protected part of one’s very being. In turning to the dictionary, the word “weeping” is portrayed as an archaic way to say “crying,” and it has its roots in the German language. Somehow, “weeping” seems to be a more pious expression of emotion than crying. To me, the verb “crying” conveys self-pity, remorse, and/or possibly guilt, while the word, “weeping” connotes an overwhelming sadness and pitiable sense of loss, a state more plaintive, longing, and contemplative than crying; something that one would do after some time had passed since the loss of a beloved person.

In earlier centuries, the weeping willow tree was used as a symbol of death for those who took the word, “weeping,” literally. The drooping branches and leaves are representational of cascading tears and downtrod spirits. The tree’s image occurs on gravestones, as we saw on two stones today, and on many grave markers in last night’s slide lecture by Glenn Knoblock. Weeping willows are stitched onto many a girlhood embroidered Sampler. Perhaps, the trees symbolize death and rebirth. Any deciduous tree appears to be dead in the winter, but come Spring, new leaves bud and appear.

One book in my collection proves that there was humor included in some of the epitaphs on early New England gravestones. The name of the book is side effects of cialis use by Janet Greene. One epitaph I like is this:

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Another epitaph that has New England origins is this: “I told you I was sick.” I always chuckle at that one, someone pointing out the obvious, even in death.

I don’t want any sad instructions to the living on my gravestone, if I have a gravestone. I guess that won’t be up to me. If I do, I’d rather that people chuckle when reading whatever is written on the stone. No “weeping” allowed.

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Thursday, March 18th, 2010

I am always charmed when I find a quilt hanging in a public spot such as a hospital, clinic, or meeting place. Last night, we enjoyed seeing the quilt that was put together for the 1976 Bicentennial celebration of Loudon, New Hampshire. The quilt is mounted in a permanent, wooden frame in “Charlie’s Barn” where local residents who belong to the Loudon Historical Society meet. There must be a reason the place is called “Charlie’s Barn.” Alas, we do not know. If you side effects of cialis use, please tell us! Write to:

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Meeting place of the Loudon Historical Society, at dusk on March 17, 2010.

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The Bicentennial quilt features many landscapes and includes important buildings in town. I was most impressed with a church building depiction that utilizes fine wale, white corduroy to simulate the clapboards. Lovely! The framing on this is fantastic! What a lot of work went into this quilt. Most enjoyable to view!

Patricia Cummings