Friday, July 10, 2009

How to Get Your Man, a Book by Sally Huss - Reviewed by Patty Mooney



If you have ever read the book, "Illusions," by Richard Bach, you'll know exactly what I mean when I say that it's a terse philosophical manual. You can sit down and read it in an afternoon while gleaning important instructions on how to be a happy human being.

Sally Huss's book, "How to Get Your Man: The Slam-Dunk Formula to Getting the Love of Your Life" is an even faster read than "Illusions" but anyone who properly digests the advice offered in it, will be very glad they picked up this thin tome to begin with.

Huss's book is sprinkled liberally with her own "happy musings" which are quotes about love accompanied by drawings. For instance, "The more you love, the more you will love" floats above vibrant hearts, bees, flowers and a snail.

Sally Huss not only shares her path to love but offers a practical method for finding that special someone you have been dreaming of. As Sally says, this "recipe" is also good for "other things such as finding a job, a career, a school, an apartment, a home or even to creating a desired lifestyle. It is the setting in motion of an intention which, through the infallible Law of Attraction, brings to you what you want, what your heart is truly set on."

That's worth the price of the book, don't you think? You can find this whimsical book (priced at $14.95) and learn more about Sally Huss at Sally's website.

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Art of Andean Retablos; A Second Glance - Photographs by Patty Mooney

San Diego's Museum of Man is now hosting an exhibit called "The Art of Andean Retablos" and I was so entranced after seeing it the first time, I recently went back for a second glance.



This is "Maguey tree trunk, Scene 1: Birth of Christ in the Andes" (by Claudio Jimenez Quispe). The explanation given is: The child from the countryside was born surrounded by animals, such as the bull, the mule, hens and even wild birds, near the flora of the "sancay cactus." The father is happy to have a son to help him work in the fields. Materials used are maguey tree, potato, Plaster of Paris and paint.









The predominant artist in the show is Nicario Jimenez Quispe. He works with the themes of religion and politics, creating with such ingredients as wood, white alabaster, paint, potatoes, leather and nails. This is his "Nativity Scene."










One thing that has always mystified me is how after the Spanish padres decimated the indigenous cultures, the Catholic religion was able to take root and flourish, even though it was the creed of the marauders. One panel on "History of Retablos in Peru" says that The retablo evolved into something sacred for the Andean people as they began accepting Catholic icons. This resulted in a unique form of religious syncretism; a blending of traditional and new beliefs. The retablo became an object with magical and religious functions (a type of talisman) for the Andean people. They often viewed retablos as wak'as -- sacred objects of honor. By the 1700's, retablos were a standard part of Andean religous life.












Seen here are some of the tools and materials used to create retablos. A panel entitled "Traditional Retablos of Andean Life" states that Retablos play an important role in Andean communities. They are most commonly used in the annual branding ceremonies of cattle, sheep and llamas. Boxes are also passed on within families as important heirlooms symbolizing protection, healing and fertility. Retablos are even sold as art, providing a livelihood for retablista artists.

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

The Red, The White and The Blue - Photographs by Patty Mooney

Happy Birthday to the USA. Here are some photographs from my "Red, White and Blue" collection for you to enjoy.

















Blancs - A Poem by Patty Mooney


In the rain shadow
of the Cascades
at night,
when grapes are coolest,
the fresh, crisp fruit
is gathered.
Sauvignon Blanc grapes
are used for "Fume"
and "Sauvignon Blanc" wines
in a dry style,
with ample fruit
and supple, grassy flavor.
In the nose,
a "fruit salad"
of aromas and ripe pears,
melon and under-
lying notes of bright citrus.
Delicate aromas
of green apple and honey,
peach and tropical fruit.
Flavors of apple
emerge in the mouth.
In the mouth
a taste of Persian melon.
A silky texture
reflects
the long, silent time
sequestered in wood.

As published in Neologue, 1997

Monday, July 6, 2009

The Wedding Dress That Made History - by Helen Schwimmer


Lilly Friedman doesn't remember the last name of the woman who designed and sewed the wedding gown she wore when she walked down the aisle over 60 years ago. But the grandmother of seven does recall that when she first told her fianc� Ludwig that she had always dreamed of being married in a white gown he realized he had his work cut out for him.

For the tall, lanky 21-year-old who had survived hunger, disease and torture this was a different kind of challenge. How was he ever going to find such a dress in the Bergen Belsen Displaced Person's camp where they felt grateful for the clothes on their backs?

Fate would intervene in the guise of a former German pilot who walked into the food distribution center where Ludwig worked, eager to make a trade for his worthless parachute. In exchange for two pounds of coffee beans and a couple of packs of cigarettes Lilly would have her wedding gown.

For two weeks Miriam the seamstress worked under the curious eyes of her fellow DPs, carefully fashioning the six parachute panels into a simple, long sleeved gown with a rolled collar and a fitted waist that tied in the back with a bow. When the dress was completed she sewed the leftover material into a matching shirt for the groom.

A white wedding gown may have seemed like a frivolous request in the surreal environment of the camps, but for Lilly the dress symbolized the innocent, normal life she and her family had once led before the world descended into madness. Lilly and her siblings were raised in a Torah observant home in the small town of Zarica, Czechoslovakia where her father was a melamed, respected and well liked by the young yeshiva students he taught in nearby Irsheva.

He and his two sons were marked for extermination immediately upon arriving at Auschwitz . For Lilly and her sisters it was only their first stop on their long journey of persecution, which included Plashof, Neustadt, Gross Rosen and finally Bergen Belsen .




Lilly Friedman and her parachute dress on display in the Bergen Belsen Museum


Four hundred people marched 15 miles in the snow to the town of Celle on January 27, 1946 to attend Lilly and Ludwig's wedding. The town synagogue, damaged and desecrated, had been lovingly renovated by the DPs with the meager materials available to them. When a Sefer Torah arrived from England they converted an old kitchen cabinet into a makeshift Aron Kodesh.
"My sisters and I lost everything - our parents, our two brothers, our homes. The most important thing was to build a new home." Six months later, Lilly's sister Ilona wore the dress when she married Max Traeger. After that came Cousin Rosie. How many brides wore Lilly's dress? "I stopped counting after 17." With the camps experiencing the highest marriage rate in the world, Lilly's gown was in great demand.

In 1948 when President Harry Truman finally permitted the 100,000 Jews who had been languishing in DP camps since the end of the war to emigrate, the gown accompanied Lilly across the ocean to America . Unable to part with her dress, it lay at the bottom of her bedroom closet for the next 50 years, "not even good enough for a garage sale. I was happy when it found such a good home."


Home was the U.S. Holocaust Memorial Museum in Washington , D.C. When Lily's niece, a volunteer, told museum officials about her aunt's dress, they immediately recognized its historical significance and displayed the gown in a specially designed showcase, guaranteed to preserve it for 500 years.

But Lilly Friedman's dress had one more journey to make. Bergen Belsen , the museum, opened its doors on October 28, 2007. The German government invited Lilly and her sisters to be their guests for the grand opening. They initially declined, but finally traveled to Hanover the following year with their children, their grandchildren and extended families to view the extraordinary exhibit created for the wedding dress made from a parachute.


Lilly's family, who were all familiar with the stories about the wedding in Celle , were eager to visit the synagogue. They found the building had been completely renovated and modernized. But when they pulled aside the handsome curtain they were astounded to find that the Aron Kodesh, made from a kitchen cabinet, had remained untouched as a testament to the profound faith of the survivors. As Lilly stood on the bimah once again she beckoned to her granddaughter, Jackie, to stand beside her where she was once a kallah. "It was an emotional trip. We cried a lot."


Two weeks later, the woman who had once stood trembling before the selective eyes of the infamous Dr. Josef Mengele returned home and witnessed the marriage of her granddaughter.
The three Lax sisters - Lilly, Ilona and Eva, who together survived Auschwitz, a forced labor camp, a death march and Bergen Belsen - have remained close and today live within walking distance of each other in Brooklyn. As mere teenagers, they managed to outwit and outlive a monstrous killing machine, then went on to marry, have children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren and were ultimately honored by the country that had earmarked them for extinction.


As young brides, they had stood underneath the chuppah and recited the blessings that their ancestors had been saying for thousands of years. In doing so, they chose to honor the legacy of those who had perished by choosing life.

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IN MEMORIAM - 63 YEARS LATER

It is now more than 60 years after the Second World War in Europe ended This e-mail is being sent as a memorial chain, in memory of the six million Jews, 20 million Russians, 10 million Christians and 1,900 Catholic priests who were murdered, massacred, raped, burned, starved and humiliated with the German and Russian peoples looking the other way!

Now, more than ever, with Iraq, Iran, and others, claiming the Holocaust to be 'a myth,' it's imperative to make sure the world never forgets, because there are others who would like to do it again.
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And.... from my father-in-law, Rolf, who fled Berlin with his family during WW2, a response to the cousins who sent him this story.....

Thank you for sending me the story of the wedding dress, it reminded me why I became a sociologist and why I am a "born again atheist." First of all I was deeply affected by the revelations of the holocaust and the brutality of the Nazi regime. After the end of the war, when I had just turned age thirteen, I first learned of the full extent of the extermination camps and other deeds committed by Germans against Jews and others. The question of how human beings could do such horrible deeds against other human beings eventually led me to become a sociologist. Finally, the fact that many millions of very religious people both committed such atrocities and others suffered these atrocities proved to me that the kind of Deity portrayed by religious authorities either could not possibly exist or permit such deeds.
Think about it.

Rolf Schulze

Friday, July 3, 2009

Skinnydipping Cozumel - A Poem by Patty Mooney


Night has chased off the iguanas and invites me
into the water on the lee side.
The sea is even sultrier than the air
and wanting nothing between me and the stars
I strip and enter. It's like diving
between succulent thighs, I ride
the surge to ecstasy, it carries me,
a swift caress. The moon
reaches for me, I am drenched
in warmth and spangled light.
My underwater goggles paint lucid scenes
of darting clown fish, a shoal of angelfish
like a sheet of plasticene and fins,
urchins hiding, thorn cushions in mottled crevices.
It's all so delicious until the flick
of jellyfish on skin, then again, and again.
My fins crank, I spin away
from this drama of pain, I shall leave
mermaiding to the mermaids.

Thursday, July 2, 2009

"The Wrestler" - A Film Reflection by Patty Mooney






Mickey Rourke is most of the most fascinating actors out there to me, because he's a former pretty boy who went into boxing and had his face beaten up almost beyond recognition. Thus, he was perfectly cast for his role as Randy "The Ram" Robinson in "The Wrestler," a washed-up guy who in 1989, performed at Madison Square Garden and now, 20 years later, is lucky to play to an audience in a venue the size of your local Elks Lodge. He can barely scrape his rent together and is locked out of his trailer by an annoyed landlord; and yet he spends the money from his latest fight on performance enhancement drugs, a hair bleaching treatment and a tanning session. Some of that money is also tagged for Pam (Marisa Tomei) who plays an aging stripper. You see these two "seasoned" characters continuing to milk jobs that are best suited for younger people, and yet they both cling to their roles, knowing that if they let go, they will fall and there will be no stunt mattress to fall on.


Then the Ram is involved in a bloody match involving barbed wire, metal folding chairs, insect spray and a staple gun, which nearly sends him to the grave. He suffers a heart attack, wakes up in the Intensive Care Unit after bypass surgery, and the doctor gives him the dreaded news. Another match could Slam the Ram for good.


The Ram has a daughter (Evan Rachel Wood) whom he shunned during her entire childhood, when his career was soaring. Now, as he faces his own mortality, he tries to patch up the relationship and it's looking positive until he goes on a tequila bender and has a one-night stand with a wide-eyed, large-breasted blonde on the same night he had promised his daughter he would take her to dinner.


Out in the "real world" beyond the wrestling arenas, The Ram is just another guy trying to find work to pay the rent and buy an occasional lap dance from Pam whom he loves. But she has crossed the forbidden line between "customer and stripper" and is now confused about what she really wants from The Ram.


You are constantly rooting for The Ram, knowing that a come-back is his only salvation, and yet it could be the end of him. Out there on stage, it's his "true family" of wrestlers and fans who have sustained him this long. He's in constant pain, his daughter despises him, the woman he loves is an apparition. He's a haunted man. And when you treat yourself to seeing this movie, he will haunt you, too.