Quilting

I noticed this card on the desk of my colleague, Marianne, at work. I thought it was a reproduction of a painting, and asked about it. It is actually a photograph of a quilt she made for an exhibition of some thirty quilts, perhaps 2X3 feet, which were inspired by features within Cape Cod National Seashore. Marianne's depicts one of the dune shacks. I love this, amazed at what people can see and what they can stitch. Unfortunately my scanner failed to pick up the hints of blue sky in the upper left corner.

Héctor Abad Faciolince - Remembering His Father

Héctor Abad Faciolince, a prominent Columbian writer -- novelist, journalist, essayist -- born in 1958, has honored his father with a memoir called Oblivion. The father, for whom his son is named, was a doctor, professor, and activist who fought for social justice and equality. His "holistic vision of healthcare led him to found the Columbia National School of Public Health." His political views and activism were not appreciated by certain people in power.

In 1987, paramilitaries delivered six bullets into the head of Abad's then 60-year-old father's head.

(Gabriel Garcia Marquez, probably Columbia's most famous citizen, has said of his homeland that "there has always been civil war and there always will be. It's a way of life.")

"I loved my father with an animal love," Abad writes, "his smell and also the memory of his smell on the bed when he was away on a trip." Abad constantly asks of himself that he live up to his father's ideals. "I find myself obeying him even now."

Abad's mother was a "daily-Mass Catholic." Abad's enlightened father said to his young son, "Go to Mass so your mother doesn't worry, but it's all lies."
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I haven't read this book but I have to read this book; the above information comes from various Internet sources and from a review of Oblivion in the Sunday Times Book Review.

St. Jacob's Lutheran Cemetery; Anna, Ohio; June 1, 2012

It is easier to mow the lawn if you cluster the grave markers of a cemetery.  The inscriptions on most of these stones, in a cemetery on Route 25 south of Anna, Ohio, are in German, and the names seem to be all of German origin.  The reason for the cluster:  A 1965 tornado caused great damage to the cemetery.  Those tombstones which could be salvaged were respectfully gathered and placed together in the center.


One of my brothers told me that the small town of Anna, incorporated in 1877, with a current population of about 1300, was settled by the Lutherans, while a small town on the same road to the north was settled by Catholics, and a small town to the south was settled by Methodists.


Birds of a feather ... and so forth.


Another of my brothers, Jim, owns an historic building north of Anna which was actually a watering station for the Interurban line that ran between Toledo and Dayton; within the building the old tracks remain.  Jim is a collector/wheeler-dealer extraordinaire, and uses this building for storage.  If you need anything unusual ... a beer sign from the 1930s, or a spare part for a Harley or for an old Ford Galaxy, or any certain of thousands of other things ... you might want to check with him.