Word: flowerings
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...reformist Cabinet of political independents headed by Carlos Alberto Mota Pinto resigned under Socialist and Communist censure motions. An independent herself, Pintassilgo has been described as both a "Catholic militant" and a "pure social democrat." As Minister of Social Affairs in the first provisional government following the army-inspired Flower Revolution of 1974, she was best known for promoting the introduction of equal rights for women into the country's new constitution...
...disguised gatehouses as Gothic chapels and tool sheds as moss-covered battlements. Lord Cobham, a disaffected official who left Robert Walpole's government in 1733, determined to make an allegorical statement in his garden and persuaded his architect to build a ruined Temple of Modern Virtue amidst his flower beds. During the mid-18th century, another landowner, Charles Hamilton, tried to turn his estate into a scene from a painting: he hired an aged man to inhabit his fake hermitage. (The would-be recluse resigned after three weeks...
...three children: Lou Jr., 15, and Wanda, 17). The firm annually sells half a million hats topped with a multicolored umbrella that Brock designed himself. The company also handles T shirts inscribed U.S. OLYMPIC SEX TEAM. In addition, Brock owns a sporting-goods store and a flower shop, both in the St. Louis area, and works as a consultant for Converse sneakers...
...Lion Eat Straw is the story of Abeba, the "African Flower," who is born in rural North Carolina to an absentee father and a resentful mother. That mother soon disappears, bound for Brooklyn. Abeba's first six years pass happily with old Mamma Habblesham, a midwife, in this land of makeshift and make-believe...
...that the record of a life, after all, comes down to its detritus--the stubs of train tickets, Circle Line passes, a faded flower pressed in an old book. The artifacts themselves are not so important, of course; rather it is the spinning web of connections made and missed, the spiritual passings and associations that the artifacts bring to mind. Not stirring stuff perhaps, but resolutely, even defiantly individual. And as Elizabeth Hardwick writes in this beautiful and opaque short book, which is certainly not autobiography but not quite fiction...