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Human Nature in the Face of Catastrophy

Thursday, August 26th, 2010

Human beings are never prepared for catastrophies, or so it seems. In spite of the heavy rains and wind in New Orleans, not many people could foresee the disaster that we now refer to simply as “Katrina.” With the roads of New Orleans flooded, as well as most houses, the rest of the country watched helplessly as television coverage captured some of the scenes for us.

Helicopters swooped from the sky to lift people from rooftops. The National Guard deployed to the area, and all of the local police, fire and rescue units were mobilized. The sobering truth is that, due to miscommunication, people presumed to be looters were shot by the police. Some were not looters, at all! Some officers truly believed the rumor that Marshall Law had been declared, when it had not.

Last night, I watched (part of) a television show that outlined the specific behavior of some law enforcement officials. When called upon to assist a (Black) man who had been shot, the authorities saw an opportunity to beat the two men who reported the problem, viciously. Then, they drove the victim, bleeding to death in the back of the car, to a remote location where they allegedly set his car on fire. When the crime scene was discovered, much later, the man’s skull had been removed. It is suggested that this was an attempt to tamper with evidence.

Multiply this scenario, and expand it into other unsavory situations, and you will begin to understand the true face of disaster. Of course, this criminal case is but a brief look at the tragic end of only one person’s life.

I have lived long enough to understand the group herd mentality that goes into the creation of mass hysteria and bad behavior on the part of those who are “supposed to be” role models. It is not that long ago that the incident of My Lai occurred in Vietnam. It stands out in my memory because I wrote an essay about it in Spanish for a college paper, when it was fresh news. A whole village of innocent women, children and old men were brutally slain by American soldiers to whom they posed no threat. The commander was court-martialled and spent some time in prison in the U.S.

In other instances, people are not killed directly, they just are not given financial aid that has been collected in their behalf. Somehow, the money goes astray into the pockets of the unscrupulous agents who have collected the funds.

Two art quilters, recently featured on this blog and on our website, have depicted the concept of the “Seven Deadly Sins” in their work. Greed is one of those sins. One quilt is geared specifically toward remembering “Katrina.” The artist states that the people of New Orleans suffered greatly and are continuing to endure pain because of that hurricane.

You know, humans would like to think that they are a cut-above the animal world and that they do not succumb to the pack mentality. To readjust your thinking, just look at the followers of Hitler and the millions who were slaughtered due to his insanity. That is not so long ago. While one lone wolf might be less likely to attack, a half-dozen will not hesitate to tear apart any prey.

The story of the murder of the bleeding man who needed medical intervention in New Orleans represents a greater moral question. Should one always adhere to chain of command protocol, even if following orders will have a bad outcome that is essentially unjust and unlawful? Food for thought…

Patricia Cummings

Misconceptions

Thursday, August 19th, 2010

“The fact that an opinion has been widely held is no evidence whatever that it is not utterly absurd; indeed in view of the silliness of the majority of mankind, a widespread belief is more likely to be foolish than sensible.” – Bertrand Russell

In listening to the news tonight, it was revealed that in the current Pew poll more people than before believe that President Obama was not born in America, and that he is a Muslim, by faith. Neither of those statements are true. When I heard that, I recalled the words of Bertrand Russell. Politicians are often misunderstood because of insidious campaigns to make the general public think something that does not ring true.

The older I get, the more I question what people say, and why they say it, which is probably a good defense mechanism to not getting roped into issues and events that are “absurd.” If I want to hear a bunch of malarkey, all I need to do is to turn on a certain news channel to hear outrageous and far-fetched statements. Some Americans are allowing themselves to have the wool pulled over their eyes when it comes to politics and politicians.

I’m glad I don’t think about such things until they are brought to my attention. After all, there may be some non-terrorist Muslims who are quiet, law-abiding citizens who wish no one else harm. In fact, I met one lady who falls into that category. It would be great if the mass hysteria would stop. In good news tonight, our combat troops have withdrawn from Mission Iraqi Freedom. We are making progress. Now, let’s get out of Afghanistan. It only makes sense.

Patricia Cummings
Quilter’s Muse Publications

Feature: A Poem by Ralph Waldo Emerson

Monday, June 7th, 2010

Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882) was a beloved American poet who lived in Concord, Massachusetts. He was an unerring friend to Nathaniel Hawthorne, Bronson Alcott and his family (including Louisa May Alcott), Margaret Fuller, and Henry David Thoreau. His inheritance from his first wife, whom he married when she was eighteen and who died two years later, helped to see his friends through financial ups and downs. Collectively, this group of writers are known as “Transcendentalists.” They have given us some of the most important literary works of the nineteenth century.

This morning, I was sent this poem by poem-hunter.com Newsletter. I am signed up to receive a poem a day.

Good-by

Good-by, proud world, I’m going home,
Thou’rt not my friend, and I’m not thine;
Long through thy weary crowds I roam;
A river-ark on the ocean brine,
Long I’ve been tossed like the driven foam,
But now, proud world, I’m going home.

Good-by to Flattery’s fawning face,
To Grandeur, with his wise grimace,
To upstart Wealth’s averted eye,
To supple Office low and high,
To crowded halls, to court, and street,

To frozen hearts, and hasting feet,
To those who go, and those who come,
Good-by, proud world, I’m going home.

I’m going to my own hearth-stone
Bosomed in yon green hills, alone,
A secret nook in a pleasant land,
Whose groves the frolic fairies planned;
Where arches green the livelong day
Echo the blackbird’s roundelay,
And vulgar feet have never trod
A spot that is sacred to thought and God.

Oh, when I am safe in my sylvan home,
I tread on the pride of Greece and Rome;
And when I am stretched beneath the pines
Where the evening star so holy shines,
I laugh at the lore and the pride of man,
At the sophist schools, and the learned clan;
For what are they all in their high conceit,
When man in the bush with God may meet.

A mark of good poetry is its timeless meaning. I hope that you like this poem as much as I do.

Patricia Cummings
Quilter’s Muse Publications

Happy Mother’s Day!

Sunday, May 9th, 2010

Stella d'oro lily

Stella d’ Oro Lily photo by James Cummings

Today, we celebrate Mother’s Day. If you are a mother, you know both the joy and heartache that can go along with the title. First, if you are a biological parent, not an adoptive one, then you have experienced the anticipation, fear, and joy at the process of becoming a mother. The mind has a way of dismissing the memory of the pain involved, as one concentrates on the survival of the new offspring. There are many choices along the way, and any good parent puts a lot of thought into what is best for the youngster.

As babies evolve into children who can interact with us, we take pleasure in their abilities to use language, to walk on their own, and to begin to have little friends. Still in the stage where the world revolves around their own little worlds, children are subject to frustration and trauma when not everything goes their way. They have to suffer through the experiences of being pushed down in the playground, being physically assaulted by bullies at school, and having to conform to expectations.

Teenagers are in a world of their own as they distance themselves from parents, in the hope of becoming their own person, separate and distinct from those who nurtured them in their early years. Of course, hormones rule the day, as does a new preoccupation with “looks,” cars, and the opposite sex. College looms ahead, a make it or break it situation. Peer pressure rules the day when students become involved in unacceptable behaviors such as “hazing others,” using alcohol, or taking drugs. Parents worry but most often, cannot actively intervene, and sometimes do not even realize what is happening.

When one becomes the parent of an adult child, new concerns arise. Will the “child” choose a loving mate, find a satisfying career, and be financially solvent? These days, many children move a distance away from their parents because of marriage and career, and the parent rarely hears from them. Sometimes, the “problem” is not the relationship between parent and child, but rather the active interference in that relationship by a “child’s” spouse who prefers to be the sole center of attention.

To be a mother is to patiently wait… for a phone call, for a visit, for some recognition of her years of love, support and care. To be a mother is to remember that it is a service job that may not be rewarded, here on earth. To be a mother is to realize that one has done her very best. The past, for good or bad, can never be changed.

As a mother, be good to yourself today. If you are destined to spend the day alone, read that book you’ve set aside while doing chores, pick up a needlework project that is fun, bake yourself a cake! Whatever you do, enjoy the day!

Happy Mother’s Day!

Patricia Cummings

“Seeing Red” – Redwork – and Victorian Connections

Wednesday, January 27th, 2010

Did you know that “Red” and “Yellow” are the most intense colors? To be a successful and pleasing piece, any quilt composition should use Red and Yellow in a judicious manner, that is sparingly. Red has come to symbolize passion, and the very force of life (blood). It can represent anger. I will never forget an all-Red quilt I once saw in a show, made by a woman who killed herself upon its completion, as she had promised.

Red is a “power” color, according to those who advise women how to dress. Yellow is associated with frailty and weakness, and of course, the sun. In any composition, yellow should be placed high so that it will not look weighted down by darker colors above it.

Redwork is a type of embroidery that became popular in Victorian times. What is meant by Victorian times? The name is derived from Queen Victoria who ascended the throne at the age of 18, and two years later married Prince Albert, her cousin. Royalty could not marry commoners. Victoria ruled the United Kingdom for the next 60 years, and was a widow for 40 of those years, dressing in Black.

Many Victorian Crazy Quilts feature many pieces of Black silk. Redwork or “etching on linen” (the term used at the time) was a direct response to the excessive stitch ornamentation of Crazy Quilts which preceded the more simplistic outline stitch fad. Redwork looks nice because it has a white or muslin-color background that balances the thin lines of outline stitch embroidery.

Whether one prefers highly-ornamented embroidery, filled-work such as Crewel Embroidery (see the example on the front page of my website), or the more simplistic, line drawing look of Redwork, there is some kind of needlework that is bound to please us all.

I have found great joy in collecting pieces of Redwork and other embroideries and in being an embroiderer, quilter, painter, crocheter, knitter, stenciler, cross-stitcher, and needlepointer. I have enjoyed all of the other creative pursuits in which I have engaged. Creativity is a wonderful thing and I hope to be creative until the day I “shuffle off the mortal coil” and become an un-living entity.

Moreover, I have enjoyed the many intellectual pursuits that I have followed. Some of my work will continue beyond my lifetime in the tangible form of things I have made, in my written and published words, my musical recordings, and in the memories of my students and friends. Tonight, I am happy, and if I never awake to see another day, I rest easy in knowing that I did my best, in spite of a few stumbling blocks placed by others in the paths that I have followed.

G’ night,

Pat Cummings
Quilter’s Muse Publications – where there is a new article: “Redwork Embroidery – Perennially Appealing”

Books on CD – We Now Have Four!

Thursday, January 21st, 2010

Please visit our home page, Quilter’s Muse Publications, to see how easily you can now navigate to separate pages, each of which presents an overview of one of our four books currently offered.

To see the colorful colors of the book covers, together, makes me feel proud of the extreme amount of work I have done to bring quality information to the public about quilt and embroidery history and about historical people. Come to think of it, I have written two other Redwork books, and a biography of my own father that could be converted to CD, at any time. There is always something more to do, and that is what I like about being a quilt historian and active quiltmaker who relishes in saving stories, designs, and our knowledge of the past.

Thanks for being a reader of this blog. This post is more or less a custodial one. Nothing earthshaking happening today, at least not in New Hampshire. I just wanted to alert you to the fact that we have brought a very popular book back into print, via CD: Redwork Embroidery and Needlework Traditions in Europe and America, at half the cost of the original published price. It is helpful not to have to slave over printing out pages, binding books, and schlepping them to the post office. I tend to write very long (read: “heavy”) volumes, and creating CDs is the way to go for us.

Have a wonderful day!

Patricia Cummings
Quilter’s Muse Publications

From The Book of Kells to Electronic Books

Sunday, December 6th, 2009

Circa 800 A.D., Celtic monks prepared handwritten and hand-illustrated manuscripts that feature the four Gospels, a fragment of Hebrew names, and the ‘Book of Columba’ in a work known as The Book of Kells. Trinity College in Dublin, Ireland has these pages on permanent display. By the way, Dover Publications sells, The Book of Kells: Selected Plates in Full Color, edited by Blanche Cirker (1982). Just do a subject search on this search page.

Wood block printing was one way in which books were printed before Johannes Gutenberg (circa 1398-1468) invented printing via a movable type method. About 1455, he printed 200 copies of the (Gutenberg) Bible.

In the nineteenth century, people were scandalized when the publication, “Godey’s Lady’s Book,” edited by New Hampshire born, Sarah Josepha Buell Hale, was referred to simply as “The Book.”

Why, everyone knew that the words, “The Book” were reserved for the Holy Bible, a book that was held dear in homes across early New England, and the book in which family genealogies were often saved.

Little girls learned their numbers and letters by embroidering them on Girlhood Samplers. Often, the inscriptions mention God, or prove an awareness of their own mortal fate. One kind of curious notation is “Christ is my Nation.” The word “nation” doesn’t quite seem to fit, unless one thinks of Christianity as a “nation of believers.”

The Bible was both a common and a sacred book. All other books came second. I once knew a family of Quakers who owned a dairy farm. The children were not allowed to do anything else on Sunday, except read the Bible. Of course, there is more than one version of the Bible as well as other Scriptures that are never included in the main Bible.

Jump ahead to the twentieth century. There are books galore! Everyone, famous in life, or not, writes an autobiography or about his or her war experiences. Novels are written: some great; some lousy. History is rewritten to suit the political agenda of whomever is writing the book. Books are a tool of expression and any new book competes in the marketplace with all other books, whether terrific or sub-par.

In 1985, I wrote my first draft of a book I wanted to put together on the topic of quilt care. I manually typed it on a “state of the art” typewriter, using “correction tape” to undo typing errors. Twenty years later, I published the first book on the subject as a print book. Now, almost five years later, my book on quilt and textile care is offered as an e-book. How far I have come on my personal journey of learning, and how far technology has come, as well!

Now, in 2009, I can move entire paragraphs around with the push of a few keys. I can format photos, making them the size I want, removing scratches and dings, adjusting their colorations, and formatting an entire, large book into a new entity called an “e-book” or “electronic book.” I can independently create a book, do my own layout, and choose what will be said and presented. The freedom is exhilarating!

Amazon.com sells a product called a “Kindle,” as most of you know. That device is great for downloading print books without photos that are not very long. No one has yet invented a “Kindle” that can handle color photos, nor the lengthy kind of books I produce. My e-books are sold on disc because they simply would not work as “downloads.” I could compromise and shorten the text and make the photos smaller, but I don’t want to do that. I want to provide the best I can provide for the reader.

There are a lot of reasons to like e-books on discs.

1) Navigation through the document is a breeze.

2) Thumbnail pages appear along the left side bar so that you can easily scroll and click on a previous or future page.

3) Word search is easy with a global word search function.

4) The disc is easily stored.

5) Pages can be printed. I do not disable that feature. I ask that people print one copy for their own personal use. If someone wants to cheat and break the copyright law by illegally distributing my work, I figure that’s between them and their own conscience. I don’t write book for the thieves. I write books to share good information.

6) If I were to print the same quality of information in a print format, the upfront costs of printing would be staggering, and then, I’d have the pressure of selling them to try to recoup my investment.

7) For books that share information (non-fiction), e-books are grand. I love making them and feel that I offer a high-quality product at a reasonable cost.

Patricia Cummings
Quilter’s Muse Publications – Our list of e-book offers is growing. Check the home page of our website for more details.

Patrick and the Pony

Thursday, November 26th, 2009

For those of you who have been following this blog for awhile, you know that I sometimes post family pictures. Today is one of those days. My grandson, Patrick, is almost three years old. Where does the time go? Recently, he took his first pony ride and was thrilled with the experience. He would like to do that again soon. Here he is with my son, and someone who works for the stable.

A love of ponies and horses must run in the family. My father sits on a pony, in an old 1916 photo. He was five years old. When I was a teen, I took riding lessons and had two horses. Horses can be such gentle creatures.

Patrick on pony

There is a new park on Narragansett Bay, a Rhode Island location whose name always sounds romantic for some reason. There are swans, and now, there are ponies and horses to rent. Patrick looks like a confident rider already!

“And the seasons, they go round and round; and the painted ponies go up and down. We’re captives on the carousel of time.” – Joni Mitchell (“The Circle Game”)

Time seems to speed up when one gets older. The carousel goes faster. Here are two more photos of my “kids.”

James and Patrick Gorham

My son, James Gorham, and his son, Patrick

Rebecca Gorham and baby Hannah

Rebecca Gorham and baby Hannah

I am happy that so many photos have been taken of my grandchildren. Their lives have been well-documented since birth. Digital photography has made photo taking accessible and easy for all. It brings me a lot of joy to see everyone so healthy and happy.

Patricia Cummings
Quilter’s Muse Publications

Senator “Ted Kennedy”: The Measure of a Man

Sunday, August 30th, 2009

Yesterday, I watched the ceremonies that surrounded the creation of closure for the life of Senator Edward “Teddy” Moore Kennedy. In thinking about his life and its importance to others, the fact that he was a “Dad” stands out above others. Anyone can be a “father,” but it takes a real man, with values and substance, to be a “Dad.”

His sons, Ted Jr. and Patrick, gave speeches testifying that their father was there for them, when they were young, supporting them and teaching them life’s lessons, even when the going got rough. Ted lost a leg to cancer and Patrick had chronic asthma. Their “Dad” was there at the times that counted the most: when they were ill, struggling, or when they needed reassurance. He was there at Mission Church in Roxbury, to pray daily, when his daughter was recovering from lung cancer. She was present at the service and was looking well.

Their stories remind me of a book for children that I have always enjoyed:

Coincidentally, yesterday was August 29, the same day that my own father died, in 1974. He had been there for me, all of my life. Just like Ted Kennedy, John Edward Grace instilled in me the thought that I could do anything. A frail, undernourished and sickly child, I went on to ride horses, learn to swim and teach swimming, graduate from the university, study in Spain, and be the certified school teacher that my “Dad” always had encouraged me to be.

In a sense, watching the funeral proceedings on television yesterday was a sort of homecoming. The Catholic Mass inculcates the root values with which I was brought up. Even the lingering Irish accent on the lips of one of the priests created joy in my heart. As an extension of my own Irish heritage, the “Celebration of Life” ceremony was very much in keeping with my own thoughts about life and the hereafter.

Few people will get as much attention, in death, as “Ted,” nor the sincere good wishes of an appreciative public, all witnesses to his life. Any secrets of his misbehavior surrounding have now gone to the grave. Perhaps, this goes to prove the Senator’s thought that “Redemption” is possible, after all, and not just with God, but with the public at large. Good things were remembered and shared: how he went out of his way to help others, how he loved to sing and joke and sail, and what a loving family man he truly had become.

We, by nature, are an imperfect people. Good thing that none of us have to be perfect to be loved. Senator Kennedy was loved by many, as witnessed by yesterday’s turnout and tributes. Now, he is placed at rest, with honor. The person who attempts to fill his shoes in the Senate shall have a mighty task at hand. The sacrifices of the Kennedy family have been incalculable. On the “hill,” I suspect that it will not be “business as usual,” … for a very long time. I only wish he’d have been present to hear the accolades.

Be sure to view an extraordinary edition of “Meet the Press” in which David Gregory interview Maria Shriver and others important to Senator Kennedy. Taped on August 30, 2009.

Patricia L. Grace Cummings
Quilter’s Muse Publications

Our Irish Ancestors Settled in the Blackstone River Valley and Worked the Mills: A Photo Essay

Monday, August 24th, 2009

James Gorham in Notre Dame Cathedral, Paris 1990s

James Gorham standing in the Cathedral de Notre Dame in Paris, early 1990s

My son, James Gorham, has been vigorously researching family genealogy for some time now. Today, he told me that he has pretty much nailed down the idea that on my father’s (Irish) side of the family, the first generation to come to America were Bryan and Rosanna Smith, both born sometime in the first decade of the 1800s. They and their descendants were involved in textile production in the 19th century in the Blackstone River Valley of Massachusetts.

Like many Irish immigrants, my ancestors helped to build canals and then worked the cotton, woolen mills and rubber mill that were built along the fast-flowing Blackstone River.

This past week, James took a step back in time to our ancestors’ haunts, with a trip to the Blackstone River area. He found the Blackstone River and Canal Heritage State Park and River Bend Farm Interpretive Center to be most enjoyable, and sent along the following photos.

model of the Lady Carrington boat

Model of the Lady Carrington, the first boat to “traverse the Blackstone Canal that connected Providence (RI) with Worcester (MA).

James knew that I’d be pleased to see a quilt hanging in the River Bend Farm Interpretive Center, so took this photo:

Quilt called Churn Dash or Monkey Wrench, etc.

A quilt called “Churn Dash,” or “Monkey Wrench,” among other names. At first glance, this appears to be a 20th century quilt but I’d have to inspect the fabrics, close-up and personal, to know for sure.

Patrick with spinning wheel

Nice to see that the museum has textile items. My grandson, Patrick, seems fascinated with all of the exhibits including this wheel. Wheels differ. Some were used to spin wool, and others to spin flax.

Looks like this was a great family destination. James’ wife, Rebecca, and the new baby, Hannah, were along for the trip and enjoyed hiking along the trail in the park. Thanks to James for the use of these photos. He continues to delve into family history, on both sides of the ocean, and has uncovered hundreds of relatives, including Rebecca’s family. This has resulted in family reunions from Illinois to Sweden and England. We await further updates on research discoveries!

Patricia Cummings
Quilter’s Muse Publications, a site featuring a few Irish ballads. Check our Song Playlist.