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This summer, in such diverse settings as a Universalist church on Cape Cod, a 16th century hacienda near Taxco, Mexico, and a leafy glade on the shores of California's Lake Arrowhead, hundreds of amateur U.S. musicians are taking part in a series of workshops. Their subject: advanced noodling. Their instrument: the recorder, a kind of glorified penny whistle with a pedigree...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Instruments: Pipe with a Pedigree | 7/15/1966 | See Source »

...Since my father founded the gallery, naturally I have a personal interest in it," Paul Mellon said. The Mellons decided that it was up to them to fete the occasion, and soon they were clearing out their homes in New York, Washington, Cape Cod and Virginia to fill twelve rooms in the National Gallery with 246 art works. No other U.S. family could have brought out from private stock such a handsome salute, ranging over 100 years of French painting from a Corot to a Bonnard. As they went on view last week, Mellon was delighted: "I haven...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Art: Garden Party at the National | 3/25/1966 | See Source »

...Cambridge for one more day; so on a whim you try the Cape--sand dunes covered with snow, tufts of tall, yellow grass peeking out of the white cover--that kind of thing. And you find yourself driving over the canal, anxious for your first look at wintry Cape Cod...

Author: By Joseph A. Kanon, | Title: 'The Cape of Winter | 2/21/1966 | See Source »

Waiting for the tide, Portuguese fishermen, with leathery faces, stand ready by their boats. The loading and packing house is brightly lighted inside, full of crates and tubs of ice (which couldn't possibly melt), and everywhere the odor, the aroma, of fish--cod, of course...

Author: By Joseph A. Kanon, | Title: 'The Cape of Winter | 2/21/1966 | See Source »

...conversation. Now, there's nothing to do on the Cape in the winter. I mean, I like it, it's pretty and all that, but not for a single guy, ya know what I mean? It's really dead here now. Signs advertising Beach Plum jelly (a Cape Cod speciality). Outside the town is pitch black, the old. Cape houses warm against the biting wind. As you drive out toward the highway, you see no one, not a soul. The only signs of civilization are the warm yellow lights coming from some of the houses and, seen through a large...

Author: By Joseph A. Kanon, | Title: 'The Cape of Winter | 2/21/1966 | See Source »

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