Postings by Shelley NiTuama

Celebrating Studs Terkel – Interviewer of America

Photograph of Studs Terkel during one of the Bughouse Square Debates of the past
“I want people to talk to one another no matter what their difference of opinion might be.”—Studs TerkelNo one captured oral history like Studs Terkel. He was a one-of-a-kind radio show personality, a fixture in Chicago broadcasting, where he held court at WFMT for four and half decades, from 1952 to 1997, engaging in conversation with some of the greatest minds and artistic lights of the 20th century.Read More »
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Bringing in the May!

Painting. Queen Guinevere’s Maying.
“While every creature rejoices at the rebirth of the greenery,I love the sweet and gentle season when the world is green once more,for I am cheerful and happy in the joy of the fresh blossoms.” -—Arnaut de MareuilAs we enter the month of May, it’s well to heed the advice of this 12th-century troubadour—delight in the return of the tree canopy and the renewal of the natural world.  Read More »
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Walt Whitman’s “When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom’d”

“Syringa vulgaris” (common Lilac) cultivar, LtPowers, May 2013
“Passing, I leave thee lilac with heart-shaped leaves,I leave thee there in the door-yard, blooming, returning with       spring.”Walt Whitman may well have been describing his own vocation when he articulated his belief that literature could be a unifying force for the nation as it began its long road to healing from the scars of civil war:Read More »
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Telling America’s Stories with Quilts

Harriet Powers’s pictorial quilt 1898. Wikimedia Commons.
“We Americans have adopted quilts as a symbol of what we value about ourselves and our national history,” —Laurel Horton, “Speaking of Quilts: Voices from the Late 20th century.”Read More »
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Walking the line in spring with Robert Frost: “Mending Wall”

Photograph of a low stone wall on farmland in Derry, N.H
“My poems—I should suppose everybody's poems—are all set to trip the reader head foremost into the boundless. Ever since infancy I have had the habit of leaving my blocks carts chairs and such like ordinaries where people would be pretty sure to fall forward over them in the dark. Forward, you understand, and in the dark. I may leave my toys in the wrong place and so in vain. It is my intention we are speaking of—my innate mischievousness.” —Robert FrostRead More »
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