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American folk artist Grandma Moses,
captured the essence of American folk
art. Her art may have rescued her from
rooster spurrings and chicken poop, but I
don’t believe she would have cared either
way. Life, after all, is filled with rooster
spurrings and hicken poop, a fact folk
artists are keenly sensitive to. Folk art
allows the rest of us to step through the
coops and pens relatively unscathed and
unsoiled, all the while gathering the eggs of
our memories.
Tune in to any episode of PBS’ Antiques
Roadshow and you’ll likely see, sprinkled
among grand heirlooms of Chippendale
furniture, Civil War swords and Rockwell
originals—some examples of antique folk
works, pieces of Americana that have
weathered the test of time. These seemingly
simple-minded expressions of creativity have
achieved collectors’ status, not to mention
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 LESS IS CORE - PILATES
The market in Rome may be a
small one, but if the women behind
elizabeth brown pilates and
pilates on first know anything
for certain, it is that the strength
of their respective businesses will
inevitably come from the same place
it does in each client—within
Born in Germany in 1880, Joseph H. Pilates
had a lifelong interest in body conditioning.
In order to help the rehabilitation of
wounded soldiers during World War
I, he designed exercise equipment for
immobilized patients by attaching springs
to hospital beds. This system would, in time,
lay the foundation for his later namesake,
which he introduced to New York City upon
opening his first Pilates studio in 1926.
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A TREK TO REMEMBER
Tears filled Marie Edwards’ eyes as she paced slowly down
the stone walkway leading to the beach of England’s Robin
Hood’s Bay. Her trekking poles silenced after hitting the wet
sand as her pack, covered with faded patches from previous
travels, rocked back and forth to the tempo of her steps.
As she Approached the waterline, the generally garrulous
and energetic 64-year-old redhead was at a loss for words,
and in an act both bittersweet and symbolic, she dipped
her boots in the North Sea for the last time. At long last, the
191-mile walk across England’s North Country was over.
“I remember this exactly like it was yesterday,” Edwards
cried, recalling her previous Coast to Coast journeys. “I can’t
believe this is the last time I will be doing this.”
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SHOWBIZ SWITCHAROO
Growing up as a child in the
’80s, I never knew how good
i had it when it came to my
television programming
at home. While most of my
neighbors were balancing 30-foot
antennae Outside their homes, or constantly adjusting the “rabbit
ears” atop their
TVs, the Seifert
clan had this
glorious
technology
known as cable
television.
At the turn of a dial,
I was able to bounce
anywhere from the local
news to some cool new
station that played nothing
but music videos all day long
on our large, wood-paneled set.
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