New Baby’s Bris

Here are some pics from the new baby’s bris! Now that he’s had his bris, he has his “real” name and his Hebrew name now. Here on DFK I’m going to do the same thing as I did with Shug and just call him by his nickname. It’s…”Shugie”. I know!! But we just started calling him that right after we found out I was pregnant and it just stuck. Plus, it worked whether we were having a girl or a boy. So here, he’ll be Shugie.

Anyway, he did really great at the bris. We had it right after morning minyan at Temple. The great thing about doing it at Temple rather than at home is that you never know exactly how many people (20 or 40 or more?) are going to attend (you don’t send invitations out for a bris), you have it catered so you don’t have to worry about food, and the other thing is, after the bris is over and everyone has eaten, you can just leave and go back to the peace and quiet of home!

Here we are:

Shugie's Bris

We had a Jewish-Southern breakfast. Pimento cheese triangles on rye cut without the crust, cheese grits, lox and cream cheese with bagels, a fruit bowl, all kinds of pastries, peanut butter/chocolate buckeyes, praline cheesecake, ((it was all *wonderful* – thank you Fred!!)) and along with orange juice and other regular drinks we had Southern beers: Lazy Magnolia and Dixie, and Jewish beer: He’brew! Hahaha!

We tried to have fun with it! In fact, being the proud Papa, Av handed out cigars…Kinky Friedman Texas Jewboys!! And for the centerpieces on each table, I made cotton boll arrangements tied in blue patterned ribbon, in Mason jars with dried blackeyed peas as the filler.

We’re all at home! Thanks again for all the sweet calls and emails!

When Catfish Isn’t, Or Aren’t Catfish Anymore

—I knew I wouldn’t be able to put any new posts up with the new baby home, so I did a few before the new baby came, using Blogger’s feature to publish posts automatically for a date in the future. ((Like the one earlier this week about the new quilts picture book. Just so you aren’t wondering how I am able to do this with a newborn!))—

The NY Times Magazine Food Issue came out a couple of weeks ago and one of the features was about catfish. Here in the US, the industry is based mostly in Alabama, Mississippi, and Louisiana. In the Black Belt area of Alabama, there are man-made catfish farms all over – mostly they look like big rectangles of water, just one after another.

Well, actually the article wasn’t just about how the industry was doing (which is: not great considering about 1/3rd have quit due to how high feed and fuel costs are right now plus overseas competition – there was even did a separate article about how bad it was in the July 18th NY Times) but also how soon U.S. farm-raised, Grade-A catfish won’t be called catfish anymore.

It will be called “Delacata” – a name which the president of the Catfish Institute said was market-tested.

I…don’t know…”Delacata“? Really?

The whole reason behind this new name for catfish here in the US is, it seems, to further differentiate what is grown here from catfish overseas (Pangasius/Tra/Basa). A few years back, Congress even passed a measure so that these Asian fish can’t be called “catfish” here. There’s more about that here from Harvard. But I guess that wasn’t enough – I mean, because of labeling laws it’s pretty clear at the grocery store what you’re buying, but if you go to a restaurant and order catfish, how do you know for certain that what they’re going to bring out is from the Southern US and not Vietnam or China?

Even more, the Catfish Institute has even uploaded a couple of videos on YouTube about how nasty they say overseas catfish is. The NY Times Magazine article states: “They accused (justifiably, it turned out) Vietnamese growers of using carcinogenic fungicides and antibiotics banned in the United States to get higher yields from their ponds.”

Um, yuck.

The article ends this way:

But it is the new name Delacata that many hope will end the time of catfish troubles. Delacata is, like Pangasius, a name with no pejorative associations. And now, after eight years of catfish wars, disassociation is obligatory. As Jon Stamell, a marketing consultant who was contracted briefly by the Vietnamese government to rebrand Pangasius, said, “All of this fighting and disagreeing over a product puts out a negative message to the consumer, and this has a way of doubling back on you.” When I asked Stamell what he thought of the name Delacata, he paused. “Hmm,” he said, “sounds like a car.”

American catfish advocates, meanwhile, are driving forward. “I hear Delacata’s really taking off,” the celebrity chef Cat Cora told me recently, not long after renewing her endorsement contract with the Catfish Institute. “I’d like to see it as a secret ingredient on ‘Iron Chef.’ ”

Home and Happy!

Wow I am sooooo….just….overwhelmed and overjoyed by all the sweet calls and emails we’ve gotten since the new baby has gotten here! Later I’ll respond – just as soon as I can figure out how to get both boys to nap at the same time!

The new little one is doing so well. Just happy as a little clam! And last night he slept for a little over four hours at a time (whereas it has only been about half that). He must know it’s my birthday today!

Shug is just in love with him. Every time he sees us in the nursery rocking chair, he wants to come in, adjust the lighting, turn on the ceiling fan, and turn on the crib mobile. He is just so tickled to have a brother!

Stitchin’ And Pullin’: A Gee’s Bend Quilt

—I knew I wouldn’t be able to put any new posts up with the new baby home, so I did a few before the new baby came, using Blogger’s feature to publish posts automatically for a date in the future. ((Just so you aren’t wondering how I am able to do this with a newborn!))—

Today is the release date of Stitchin’ and Pullin’: A Gee’s Bend Quilt by Patricia C. McKissack and illustrated by Cozbi A. Cabrera.

In an interview on the Random House website, the author says:

It is said the Impressionists artists gathered in Provence in southern France because of the vibrant colors. I can imagine that if the Impressionist had visited Gee’s Bend, they would have chosen it as an artist’s haven as well. The sky seems bluer, the foliage seems greener, the Alabama River seems muddier, the sun brighter . . . and the mosquitoes bite harder! It is just a place where everything is alive, including the people–they laugh like no other people, they throw back their heads and sing praise songs. Life has not always been kind to these women, but they are warm and friendly and inclusive.

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When I was in Gee’s Bend, I met so many people, and I knew it would be difficult to write a book that included all their stories. So, I decided to create a character that represented the reader, a young person, learning a craft and thus earning her place among the community of women. In this way, I could honor all the women, their genius and their craftsmanship. Each one of the vignettes is like a patch. Cozbi, the illustrator, visually put them together to form a quilt.

Random House sent me an advance copy and I have to say (I would tell if this wasn’t right) that it is a beautiful book, both in story and visually. The introduction is written by Matt Arnett (Tinwood founder) who re-discovered the quilters and got the world to take notice:

Originally, quilting was the evening activity or chore of the women, which, in addition to creating covers for warmth, also gave them a platform for storytelling, communicating, and singing the songs their mothers sang. Quilting reinforced the ties between generations – from mother to daughter and beyond. Children sat beneath the quilt helping their mothers. They learned basic skills by taking the thread out of old quilts so they could be recycled for new quilts. As girls got older, they were invited to join their elders at the quilting table, where they pieced simple quilts.

Small excerpts from the book – it is written in the voice of “Baby Girl” who waits her turn to grow up and find her place at the quilting frame:

I listened and learned
the recipes for eleven kinds of jelly,
what to do for teething toddlers,
how to get rid of mold
and the words to a hundred
hymns and gospel songs.
All the while
waiting for my turn.

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Mama told me
“Cloth has a memory.”

I hope
the black corduroy remembers that it was once the pants…
my uncle wore to go vote for the first time.
all clean and new.

I hope
the pink and green flowered tablecloth remembers
the peach cobbler
I spilled on it at the Fourth of July picnic…

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And as Baby Girl does grow, get her chance, and makes her own quilt, she says she has “hundreds of ideas in my head. Quilts that are about me, the place where I live and the people who have been here for generations.”

Beautiful-beautiful-beautiful.

New Baby!!

There’s a new little one at our house!

Shugie

He is 20″ long and weighs 8lbs, 5oz.!

We are all crazy-in-love with him and Shug thinks he is hilarious!

Bama Gets Paul R. Jones Collection, And Sydney Lewis Plus Warhol And A Roll Of Quarters

The AP and the Tuscaloosa News reported last week that the University of Alabama was chosen as the recipient of the $4.8 million Paul R. Jones art collection. And it isn’t just any collection – it’s one of the largest collections of black art in America – over 1700 pieces.

Mr. Jones grew up in Bessemer and even though he lives in Atlanta now, he decided that Alabama was home and where his collection should be.

The AP article reads in part:

“This is my way of coming back home in wanting to give a gift to the state of my birth,” he said. “This is a gift to Alabama and Alabamians.”

Jones, 80, grew up in the mining town of Tennessee Coal, Iron and Railroad Co. and went to Alabama State University, where he played football. He finished his college education at Howard University in Washington, D.C., and was then denied admission into UA’s School of Law in 1949 after it was discovered he was black.

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He then embarked on a 15-year career with the federal government. He worked with the departments of Justice and Housing and Urban Development before becoming deputy director of the Peace Corps based in Thailand.

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Included are photographs and paintings of all sizes, materials and form. The only rule for Jones was that the pieces be created by black Americans, and often the works come from young or struggling artists…

I found an article from the NAACP Crisis magazine where he was quoted – and this is my favorite:

“I could have sold this collection and got me a maid, a butler, a nurse, a cook and a chauffeur and traveled the world twice a year,” Jones says. “But I’ve led a good life and had the pleasure of living with art and using it as an instrument for change.”

Beautiful.

This story about Paul R. Jones reminded me of a monument that Av and I saw when we were at the Jewish cemetery in Richmond, Virginia. It had this sculpture on it:

Richmond Cemetery

Richmond Cemetery

Well I knew when I got back home that I had to look up and see who Sydney Lewis was – how many people have a sculpture like that for their monument? It turns out that he founded a company called ‘Best Products’ in 1958 and although it is out of business now, at one time it had 200 showrooms in 27 states with sales of $2 billion. Now in the AP article about Paul R. Jones they made a point out of saying that Mr. Jones was a great investor in art but wasn’t what people would consider terribly wealthy. But what I thought was interesting about both men – although I guess one was incredibly well-off and the other more modest was that they made it a point to help artists who hadn’t yet “made it”.

A portion of the NY Times article about Mr. Lewis and his wife reads:

But the couple found their true calling in the early 1960’s, when Mr. Lewis’s doctor told him that he was working too hard and needed a diversion. Acting on a lifelong common interest in the arts, the Lewises turned to collecting contemporary art, concentrating at first on Pop Art and Photo Realism.

 

Over the next 20 years they amassed an enormous collection and became close friends with many artists. They frequently acquired art through trades of Best Products goods, enabling many struggling artists to furnish their lofts with appliances and televisions and to live in relative comfort, sometimes before they were selling much work.

Well, the Lewises went on to donate more than 1500 pieces of art to the Virginia Museum of Fine Arts and donated money for the museum’s West Wing, plus the NY Times article read that:

Mr. Lewis was also a board member of the Whitney Museum of American Art in New York and the Hirshhorn Museum and Sculpture Garden in Washington. He served on the trustees’ committee for architecture and design at the Museum of Modern Art in New York, where he and his wife established a fund that enabled the Modern to acquire several architectural models, including that of Frank Lloyd Wright’s Fallingwater. The Lewises’ philanthropies included $1.5 million to help establish Eastern Virginia Medical School; $2 million for a business school at Virginia Union University, where Mr. Lewis was a trustee, and $9 million to Washington and Lee for a law school building and the development of a legal studies center.

Now my favorite story about the Lewises – from when they were just starting their art collection – is from the Richmond paper. Can you just imagine this:

In the mid-’60s, Richmonder Sydney Lewis was reading the free New York weekly The Village Voice. He saw an ad that basically said, “I will trade my art for anything.” He called the number.

Pop artist icon Andy Warhol answered the phone. He told Sydney and his wife, Frances, to meet him at a photo booth and to “bring lots of quarters.”

They did.

And the rest is art history. Seriously.

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When the Lewises met Warhol at the photo booth, they brought their roll of quarters. Frances hopped in the booth, smiled for the camera and presto!, Warhol created “Sydney’s Harem”. Classic Warhol, “Sydney’s Harem” is created from 12 photos of Frances and features Warhol’s fascination with repetition and seemingly identical images.

It’s fitting that “Sydney’s Harem” is the first painting in the exhibition — it’s also the first work of art that sparked the Lewises’ lifelong fascination with collecting contemporary art.

“They enjoyed that experience [with Warhol] so much that they decided to collect more art … and to become friends with the artists they collected,” John Ravenal, curator of the exhibition, says.

Can you believe?!

Love it.