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April 23, 2014

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Hank Chapin

The very beautiful pot in the middle looks like an Acoma Pueblo pot to me. The two on the bottom look like Santo Domingo pueblo. It's been a while, so I'm not 100% sure. I used to know all the distinctive pueblo pottery designs and I had a really cool collection. They became highly desirable after I left New Mexico so I acquired some at favorable prices. Kachina dolls were high even then. Most of my pots have gone the way of all flesh, so to speak. No wonder pottery shards are usually a big part of archaeological digs: pots shatter, especially when one is moving.

Hank Chapin

There's a lot in this posting of yours. So I'm giving a scattershot response. The two small black and white pots look to be Acoma Pueblo also, but those are not ancient symmetrical designs. The shiny brown one on the middle shelf may also be Santo Domingo Pueblo, but it looks entirely modern.

Michael Kinsley on Parkinson's will be a must read for me. He has always been such a sane and effective commentator! My wife, Helen, not only had dementia (Alzheimer's or vascular dementia--not certain), but she also was diagnosed with Parkinson's very late in life. Thanks a lump, God! (This blog is the only place where I feel comfortable expressing my true feeling on that subject.) We attended many Parkinson's support group meetings and learned a lot about this insidious disease. One man, who had been a well-known doctor, even had to wear a helmet because of his sudden falls. His wife was terribly embarrassed about his plight. I began to see Parkinson's as the disease with a thousand symptoms. A tremor in the hands, the most well-known one, is not even present in many of the patients. The final stage of Parkinson's is also dementia, but it can take decades to unfold if one contracts the disease early in life. Fortunately, much of that time can be of good quality. One of my great professors--George Arms at UNM--I now realize had Parkinson's, but I did not know at the time why he was always jingling the coins in his pocket. I now think it was displacement activity for his hand tremor.

Regarding memoirs, I feel I've been writing a piecemeal memoir on Facebook and a few blogs. Is it time to be more systematic?

Hattie

Hank: Thanks for the information. It was strange to be with all those pots.
As to writing memoirs: It's time to get all that stuff out in the open that we are supposed to suck up.
Florence's memoir was something she thought about for years, but she did not quite know what to do until she realized she was just going to have to sit down and write from the beginning if it was going to be coherent. She frames her active life with her difficult childhood and her mother's difficult end. I am quite fascinated by the parallels but also the differences between her life and mine. And my friend Nancy is someone I would love to say more about, but I really can't. No deep secrets, but she is a very private person.
Just as I see us elders inventing new genres in art, since there are so many of us now, we are also getting a chance to invent new kinds of memoirs.
This is an exciting time to be old.

Hank Chapin

I don't want to overload your blog, so this is it for today. I just checked out "Acoma Pueblo designs" on Google with a click set to the Visual. There is an amazing array of really beautiful pottery to savor.

M.E.

I've written a memoir. it was my masters thesis. i don't undrstand what the title means, though. when i figure that out, I'll rewrite it.

Hattie

Hank: I will look at that. Thanks.
M.E. I'm just going to start writing. See where it takes me. This fits the way I have mostly meandered through life. How about Meandering Through Life as a title?

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