Toni drove from Tucson to Phoenix with her trusty steed, Halcyon II.
I'm adding to the many fine photos she took of the pottery exhibit at the University. Here are my favorites. Toni's photos came out better than mine, but I did get fairly good photos of my two favorite pots. One is from the funky 60's, and I can't find the name of its creator, and the other is a Navajo pot, I'm pretty sure. I love both ugly funky and Native American ware and am not so enthused about things that don't seem to honor the medium but are slick or facile or overly colorful. Matter of taste, I'm sure.
Lack of editing tools and the reflection off the glass do limit what I can show. The man at the desk there said they just moved and don't yet have a web site. It is well worth seeing for anyone in the Phoenix area, and so far it's free. I'll be checking from time to time to see if they have photos and catalogs, as they will eventually.
So much going on. I'm glad fellow bloggers are keeping up with current events, because right now I don't have the time. I'll be going out to lunch and having dinner with daughters and grandkids today! Although it looks as if the littlest one may be sick.
More and more I get my news from bloggers. Our right down on the ground approach really illuminates for me the lives of us everyday people.
I also think everyone should write a memoir. This is going to be a project for me now. We need to leave behind us chronicles of our works and days for the future so that our descendants don't have to start everything up from ground zero. This has always been a women's studies project, although we were asked usually to interview others and write their stories. I have gotten so much out of Florence Howe's memoirs and am profoundly grateful to her for writing it. She mentions my friend, Nancy Porter, several times. I had no idea that they were so close and that Nancy had done so much for the Feminist Press. Nancy is a very modest person. She now lives in a retirement home with her partner, and I have been unable to contact her. I'm going to give it another try, with the help of a mutual friend.
I have a copy of Nancy's unpublished memoir that features the long ordeal of her mother's Alzheimers. When Florence's mother developed Alzheimers too Nancy was a great support. Tillie Olson also got Alzheimers. It is a tragic condition.These three women: Florence, Nancy and Tillie were very close friends. Maybe more about this later.
Interesting that Michel Kinsley writes about his Parkinson's disease and reveals that its symptoms are not only physical but also mental. Sorry; the full article is available only to New Yorker subscribers. He took a lot of tests. I was interested in one question and tried it out on Terry. It goes as follows: What would upset you most: being mugged 10 feet from your home, being mugged a mile from your home, or don't know? Terry said of course being mugged right in front of your home. Like Kinsley I said I wasn't so sure. I started thinking of all kinds of circumstances: what was stolen, the level of violence, etc. etc. Terry's attitude was that a mugging was a mugging. Now I know why I have always done so poorly on "objective" tests. But the testers consider this a sign of incipient dementia. Well if that is so I started developing dementia in grade school!