On the day after Thanksgiving, when I seem susceptible to recalling all sorts of things I thought I'd forgotten, this really connects me to memories of my mother (I think this would surprise her) and of Caroline's mother. It's funny -- I don't think our daughter Jane (now 14) will ever be able to connect with it; her experience is so different, although she learned to sew quite well on her own. And I can substitute for the image you've drawn the faces of certain touring musicians I've known, all of whom were quite handy with needle, thread and clothes iron. Curtis
Made Graceful
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… things are never that simple … This is from ‘The Bestiary of Marianne
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We have asked Ed Ochester (above) to edit our Sunday poetry pages for the
next few months. Here is one of Ed's poems: March of the Penguins The
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“In spite of all the learned have said ...”
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Philip Freneau
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Jason Tandon
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Born in Hartford, CT in 1975, Jason Tandon is the author of four books of
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Feeding therapy FINALLY!!
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There is so much to catch up on and yet so little. I have noticed that the
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*Meeting Mark Mothersbaugh*
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Just posting here to let anyone know (whoever is still dropping by from
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A mini last-minute gift guide...it's been quite some time since I've
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In a Landscape - The Playlist
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John Cage, “In a Landscape”
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On the day after Thanksgiving, when I seem susceptible to recalling all sorts of things I thought I'd forgotten, this really connects me to memories of my mother (I think this would surprise her) and of Caroline's mother. It's funny -- I don't think our daughter Jane (now 14) will ever be able to connect with it; her experience is so different, although she learned to sew quite well on her own. And I can substitute for the image you've drawn the faces of certain touring musicians I've known, all of whom were quite handy with needle, thread and clothes iron. Curtis
Hi Nin. Thinking of you and your mom and your sewing girl.
Mother was wonderful at needle-work.
In traveling the wide world, back in the depths of another century, it often seemed useful to know how to supply a stitch in time.
On the youth-hostelry circuit in North Africa in 1963 I learned that the two nations that manufacture the best travelers were Australia and Holland.
The Dutch and the Aussies were always so self-sufficient. They carried swell little compact sewing-kits, and knew how to use them.
Their mothers should have been proud.
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