August 21, 2008




While traveling along the road on a work/vacation trip to New England, we met many people in libraries, courthouses, beaches, stores, and restaurants. Interactions with children provided many wonderful moments. Below are stories of some of these meetings.  Carolyn

the JOY…of something other than McDonald’s food…Monte and I ate a buffet lunch at an Indian restaurant in Brunswick. We chose to sit outside and then discussed which customers were tourists and which were locals. As I began a survey, a couple with two young sons entered. They said they were from Canada. I said I hoped the boys liked the food, and the mother responded that they did, they were used to it, that she cooks it at home quite often. In fact, the boys preferred it to (more…)

May 6, 2008

BRAMBLES (Brief Rambles) 2:2008 May 5—Temporary Art, Bull-Headedness?-Arachnophobia


A passage in Maya Angelou’s book, Even the Stars Look Lonesome, reads: The simple materials (of West African women) are forged into plastic designs that will be as temporary as the length of time between rainfalls, and with no lasting staying power against the insistent sun. These artists, however, do not seem to need promises of longevity, nor do they exhibit a craving for notice out of the ordinary.

While observing sand sculptors, from the very young to the accomplished, along the beaches of New England, I felt a twinge that their works would be washed away with the next high tide. I felt it was a shame to lose such devoted, talented artwork. Yet one artist who had created several complex, eye-catching, sand sculptures told me (more…)

Blog at