Dyefest has been postponed so I can be of wider use to bigger problems. I keep forgetting that I'm not locked into the weekends.
Two people I invited to my front lawn "Hands Off" action requested the second banner. Both of them are big and easily read from passing cars. A good use of cloth that had been buried in a basket for sheer ugliness.
This one is heavy linen, almost canvas. The acrylic paint is there to stay. I may do some stitching on this one. The other was gifted away.
With regards to HCR's telling of Paul Revere's ride, I had to mention this memorial to Sybil Luddington, who at sixteen is reported to have ridden through Putnam County NY, to raise the same warnings. This incredible statue is in the heart of our hometown in Carmel, NY.
I didn't take pictures from across the street because I didn't want to reveal anyone's identity. Real concerns these days.
We sat in the lawn chairs, had lunch, and waved to the occasional cars, getting mostly supportive responses. Nobody flipped us off or got out to counter these sentiments.
For a beautiful day, there were fewer walkers than usual, but then it was hot out by one even though we were in the shade.
The cat crew supervised the setup until the guests arrived with a very well-behaved pup who enjoyed the bird bath and kept the cats glowering from beneath the parked cars for the duration.
Recently, I've started reading about some scholars throwing shade on this story due to "lack of evidence".
It's no shock to me that the heroic efforts of a sixteen-year-old girl would be looked at askance in her time and presently. That she never talked it up herself would be a sign of her times as well.
Fuck the patriarchy, then and now.
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Yes to telling of our heroes from the past, Paul Revere, a brave young woman, sounding the alarm. Yes to present day, we women who took it to the streets in the 50's and still do what we can...
In a corner of our apartment complex, near our front door and in the corner leading to the stairs, I have a miniature Colorado Blue Spruce tree in a large red pot. This tree has become my Democracy tree for it holds a sign that says," Hands Off Democracy." It is tucked into the dirt in the pot, held by a branch from our apple tree that is taped to the back of the sign. On either side of the sign, the branches from the tree hold it in place. For those who climb the stairs to their apartment when they return to their home, for those who come to visit, for those who deliver packages, this message shines forth; it is what I do for community and it is what I do for myself.
Sentence should read took it to the streets in the 60's...I got emotional thinking of those days and now...
It was hard not to march in Manhattan 67,8 and 9. If there was a crowd it was because young people were angry enough to make noise even if we weren't sure what the bitching was about. Those years solidified my "us" and "them" stand.
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