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Medieval Novgorod Through the Eyes of a Child

The Art of Onfim: Medieval Novgorod Through the Eyes of a Child By Paul Wickenden of Thanet
Introduction One of the most fascinating archeological finds in Russia has been the discovery of hundreds of "birchbark documents" (messages written on the bark of birch trees with a sharp stylus) that were created from the 11th to the 15th century.
The birchbark documents of Novgorod are a major source for information about life in Medieval Novgorod because they are not the writings of church theologians or political leaders, but rather, personal messages, IOUs, love letters, shopping lists, and so on. One of the most fascinating items, in my mind, is a collection of children's drawings that have been unearthed.
Children's drawings in the Middle Ages?! Even if such things were created in period, how could they have survived to the present day? After all, finger paints, magic markers, and crayons were not yet in use, paper was far too valuable of a commodity to waste…

SOUTHERN HISTORY TODAY-Moving Tom Watson: A battle over bronze and over memory

Southern history Not even past A battle over bronze and over memory Dec 7th 2013 | ATLANTA | From the print editionMoving Tom Watson FOR more than 80 years, a bronze statue of a stern-faced man in a frock-coat, one clenched fist at his side and one held over his head as though he were in mid-declamation, stood before the front entrance to Georgia’s capitol building. The statue is of Tom Watson, a fiery populist who in the late 19th and early 20th centuries served in Georgia’s legislature and both houses of Congress. He was also a publisher, essayist and vice-presidential candidate.
At first, Watson was a progressive agrarian populist, winning the support of rural blacks and whites alike. He came to abandon those ideals, writing vicious diatribes in his magazine against blacks (“an inferior being…not any more our brother than the apes are”), Jews (“thick-lipped rakes [who] glut their eyes upon handsome Gentile women”) and Catholics…

East Rock ~ New Haven 1948-1978/ Part I 1948-1950.

When you start to make something in the kitchen you have a dish in mind. Then you add everything together. In a small amount of time, the item is ready to be consumed-and admired.

For this memoir sojourn we commence with the end first. The completed dish, shall we say, before the cooking.

The house was everything. Muscular with softer shingle flaps slightly upturned from weathering and age. Eyelid dormers above perkier windows. Facing north, south, east, west. On a cProudly guarding its corner at Everit Street and East Rock Road, my grandmother's house at '239' held us close for decades. Without any me, we had to be protected by someone-or something. Our hose did exactythat. Hot when it was below freezing, cool in summer, sturdy when lightning struck everything around it. A best friend when my sister and I came home after school to do our homework and play by ourselves.

My granfather and grandmother moved into 239 Everit Street i  1910. They wer newlyweds.

Oakland Stock

Oakland Stock
Sunday, January 26th
Artist Deadline- Sunday, January 19th, 11:59 pm
Website for event-
How to get tickets to/or door info- reserve tickets at, pay at the door, cash only
Cost- $10

821 Washington Street
Old Oakland

Oakland Stock is part of the Sunday Soup network, supporting artists' projects
one bowl of soup at a time. Diners pay a small dinner fee, feast on a gourmet meal,
and listen to artists propose new projects that need funding. The diners vote on their
favorite project to support and the winning artist takes the money to use for her/his

The winner presents their project's progress of their winning at the next meal,
usually about 6 weeks later. Sometimes success in the art world seems pretty random.
Oakland Stock offers an opportunity for community members to support the cultural
production they find important through Food, Funding, Feedback, & Followup.
Support for Oakland S…

8th Annual Jingletown Winter ArtWalk Announced


“follow me, don’t chase me!” Photography by Jan Watten & Sculpture by Benjamin T. Smith