making is it’s own reward

Mr. Wolf calls me a magical thinker. Because magical thinkers believe that thoughts can influence external events. But maybe I’m really a stoic like Marcus Aurelius who said that you are your thoughts. And this I truly believe. I also believe that memories can also be magical depending on how they’re remembered. Because the way something is remembered is what that something will become.

“Balcony Curtains” Via making huipiles on Paros

Many years ago, I put up balcony curtains to create intimacy and protection from curious neighbors. They were not particularly pretty—orange, brown, and beige stripes—but they did their job. Eventually we replaced the curtains with a trellis. The curtains were then recycled as part of the awning for the terrace pergola. But then the pergola came down and so did the awning. And the curtains became part of my fabric stash. A couple of years ago I came across the old curtains. I remembered how they looked hanging on the balcony and the vision filled me with a pleasant sensation. So, I thought, why not repurpose them and keep that pleasant sensation alive. Magical thinking?

“Terrace Awning” Via The Aesthetics of Transformation

Magical implies a relationship with magic which, according to the dictionary, is “the use of supernatural powers over natural forces”. And that’s what hand sewing is for me. Because, when I start working with my hands, the repetition of movement changes the rhythm of my heartbeat and the frequency of my brainwaves. And I start to flow. Focusing my attention on stitching helps distance me from the world around me. Sewing is magical as it gives me the power to reconnect with myself.

Current events have thrown my biorhythms out of whack and are imposing themselves on my psyche. It can be very debilitating. To return to my core, I sew.

Right before the Civil War, captives from Africa were brought to Alabama despite the ban on trans-Atlantic slave trade. These Africans were not only brutally deprived of their home and of their freedom, but their culture and traditions were mutilated by colonization and enslavement as well.

Southwest of Selma, Alabama, there’s an African-American community known as Gee’s Bend where, following the Civil War and emancipation, sharecropping was initiated. Landowners allowed previously enslaved farmers to continue to cultivate the land but the farmers only received a portion of the crops they harvested. This arrangement was disadvantageous for the farmers but they really had no other options.

Gee’s Bend was in Wilcox County that was c. 80% African American and c. 60% of these citizens were living below the poverty level. Although Gee’s Bend was isolated and economically depressed, there was a very strong community sustained by the local Baptist church. The church provided the opportunity to gather together and unite in spirit. Making music and singing was important for these gatherings as it’s a form of self-affirmation.

Quilt making is also a form of self-affirmation. And African-American women had a tradition of quilt making. But in the 1960s, quilt making had another importance for Gee’s Bend. In 1966, the ladies of Gee’s Bend created the “Freedom Quilting Bee” intended to help sustain local blacks who’d lost their jobs simply because they’d registered to vote during the 1960s civil rights struggle.

In 1967, Lee Krasner, abstract artist and wife of Jackson Pollock, was visiting Alabama where she was told about the magnificent quilts of Gee’s Bend that were part of the Freedom Quilting Bee. After seeing them, Lee was amazed by their beauty and their simple sophistication. Not only did she buy a few quilts, but, once back in NYC, she actively promoted them. Diana Vreeland was enthusiastic as well and saw them as high art as did designer Ray Eames.

For the ladies of Gee’s Bend, making quilts was a means of keeping their family warm at night and of earning an income. But, by working with their hands, making quilts was also a means of creating an inner sanctuary.

“When humans began walking upright, everything changed. It freed the hands so humans could now reach out and grab something and hold it.  The capacity to pick something up increased our ability to closely observe the world around us. Hands helped the brain to evolve.

Hands permitted humans to touch one another and create intimacy. This helped emotions to evolve.

Hands help us accomplish things.  They can help create new mental pathways because making things requires sequential thought and logic. Thus, hands help connect the mind with the body.

Making is a form of meditation because focused attention and repeated motion send our brainwave frequencies into theta, just like meditation.  So why not make something?”   Via In Praise of Hands

Creating something from nothing is the world’s primary survival strategy. “Learning to make a quilt for a girl meant becoming a woman as the quilt symbolized practicality and survival, an acquirred knowledge of recycling and reuse.”

The ladies of Gee’s Bend created in isolation and were not worried about an outsider’s opinion. Maybe that’s why their quilts are so beautiful and audacious. In an oppressive society, these women found freedom in their quilt making.

These photos are from the book “The Quilts of Gee’s Bend” listed in the bibliography below.

Within us all is the need for individual expression. We need it for our spiritual survival. Piecing the quilt was a quiltmaker’s only private time. One quilter said, “sewing at home gave me peace of mind and a challenge”. Another quilter said that sewing was a means of keeping the mind together. Many of the quilters worked in the fields and were worn out at the end of the day. But on the walk home, they had something to give them energy—thinking about new patterns for their quilts.

The trading and sharing of fabrics and patterns created even more synergy between the women. But the need to maintain a sense of self was important. The motto was “Piece by yourself. Quilt together.”

”In the quilting  bee time, I started using patterns but I shouldn’t have. It broke the ideas I had in my head. I should have stayed with my own ideas.”  Nettie Young

In my mom’s cluttered kitchen, was a decorative sign she probably got with S&H Green Stamps. It showed a cornucopia with fruit and a dove overhead with a ribbon in its mouth. Written on this ribbon was the phrase “Virtue is its own reward.” Although the sign had been hanging for several years, I didn’t take much notice of it. I understood the words but didn’t have a real grasp on their meaning. One day, many years later while I was living on the other side of the Atlantic, out of the blue I started thinking about this sign. Suddenly, it had a significance for me it hadn’t had before.

The quote has been attributed to Cicero (106 BC-43 BC), Roman statesman and orator. With this Cicero wanted to say that the value of virtuous behavior exists within the act itself. Because righteousness carries its own intrinsic satisfaction, you shouldn’t expect a reward for it.

After the assassination of Julius Caesar in 44 BC, Cicero led an attack against Mark Antony. Unfortunately, this led to Cicero’s execution. His hands and head were severed and then displayed to show everyone what the consequences were for going against Mark Antony. Nevertheless, Cicero’s body may have been destroyed but his ideas survived via his writings.

Not only is virtue its own reward but so is artmaking. As stated previously, the true value of Gee’s Bend quilts was the feeling the ladies had while making them. Although the quilts helped keep the family warm and their sales put food on the table, the real value of these quilts was how they helped their makers stay close to their core by giving them that private space they needed.

So inspired by these ladies, I tried transforming my old balcony curtain into what I will call A Memory Cloth as each scrap of cloth has its own story to tell.

view of balcony curtain leftover

scraps

Memory Cloth made from woven scraps pieced on an old curtain

Bibliography:  Beardsley, John; Arnett, William; Arnett, Paul; Livingston, Jane; “The Quilt’s of Gee’s Bend”; Tinwood Books, Atlanta; 2002.

Related:

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Pettway Family Quilters + 7 fascinating facts about the Gee’s Bend quilters + the 2026 Airing of the Quilts Festival +

“When It Was So Rough that You Couldn’t Make It”: Voting Rights in the Early 1960s + The Case For Working With Your Hands +

Japanese Boro + What is Boro? The Complete Guide to Japan’s Sustainable Textile Art +

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Women in Rome

The Feltrinelli’s at Piazza della Repubblica has an international section promoting Rome-related literature. That’s where I found Elizabeth Buchan’s “Two Women in Rome”. At the time, I was reading about fascism and Italian writers and felt the need to escape the heaviness this genre was making me feel. The book that really broke me was Alberto Moravia’s “La Ciociara”. In English, its title is “Two Women”. Was Buchan making a reference to Moravia’s book?

Buchan’s two women are Lottie and Nina. Newlywed Lottie moves to Rome, where her husband is already living, to work as an archivist. Her job is to find out who murdered Nina Lawrence. Although Nina presented herself as a professional gardener, she was actually a spy for the Brits who wanted to know more about Aldo Moro’s kidnapping. Moro (1916-1978), ex-premier of Italy, was in the hands of home-grown terrorists, the Red Brigade (Brigate Rosse). The Italian right and certain foreign powers (like USA) feared that the post WWII situation had given the Communists a political advantage in Italy and it needed to be stopped. There was a major tug of war between left and right creating an abundance of political turbulence. In Italy, this period is known as the “Years of Lead” (Anni di Piombo).

“Two Women in Rome” is a pleasant but not a revolutionary read. However, there are many references to Rome, its people and places that are of interest. In particular, there are various references to paintings because Rome is full of them. Influenced by the Catholic Church, these paintings were meant to tell a story. One favorite theme was that of David and Bathsheba.

The story of Bathsheba and King David can be found in the Bible, (2 Samuel 11). One night in Jerusalem, King David was on his roof looking at the other roofs. That’s when he first saw Bathsheba. She was taking a bath and she was beautiful. She was so beautiful that David wanted to possess her. The problem was that Bathsheba was married to Uriah the Hittite, one of David’s most loyal soldiers. Unfortunately, although David was a king, he was not a noble one.

King David had Bathsheba summoned to his palace so she could spend the night with him. Later, when Bathsheba learned that she was pregnant, David freaked out. As Bathsheba had not been sleeping with her husband, her unfaithfulness would be discovered as would that of the king’s. To hide his sin, the king had Uriah sent to the front lines where he was intentionally exposed to enemy attack. With Uriah dead, David thought his crime had been permanently hidden. But God had seen everything and decided to punish David and Bathsheba by killing their baby. Adultery and murder—a tantalizing subject that artists picked up on.

“Bathsheba at her Bath” by Hans Memling c. 1485 via

“Bathsheba at her Bath” by Rembrandt, 1654

“Bathsheba” by Artemisa Gentileschi, c. 1638

Another  well used subject in painting was that of the Annunciation. Buchan gives special attention to Jean Pucelle’s “Annunciation”, and the exquisite tiny manuscript illumination from the “Hours of Jeanne d’Evreux”. It was made in the mid-1320s and is best known for its use of grisaille, a painting technique done in shades of grey.

“The Hours of Jeanne d’Evreux is an illuminated book of hours in the Gothic style. According to the usual account, it was created between 1324 and 1328 by Jean Pucelle for Jeanne d’Evreux, the third wife of Charles IV of France. It was sold in 1954 to the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York where it is now part of the collection held at The Cloisters (accession number 54.1.2), and usually on display.” VIA

Buchan also mentions Charlotte Stuart, Duchess of Albany. She was the illegitimate daughter of Charles Edward Stuart who, in 1745, tried to take back the English crown. Charles, also known as “Bonnie Prince Charles”, was born in Rome at Palazzo Muti, home of the exiled Stuarts. In 1744, Charles decided to invade England and to restore the Stuart Monarchy. But that didn’t go well and Charles was subsequently forced to spend the rest of his life in exile. He had a number of mistresses and one wife. With his Scottish mistress, Clementina Walkinshaw, he had a daughter, Charlotte. But Charles had become a belligerent alcoholic so mother and daughter had to find a home elsewhere.

After his father’s death, Charles moved into his dad’s house, Palazzo Muti in Rome, where he led an animated social life and often visited the Pope. But his irregular lifestyle had gutted his health. His excessive drinking forced his wife to leave him. No one cared about Charles except for his daughter, Charlotte, who moved to Rome to take care of her ungrateful father. In 1788 at the age of 67, Charles died of a stroke. He’s buried in the Vatican crypt. Charlotte died a couple of years later.

Painting of “Bonnie Prince Charlie” aka Prince Charles Edward Stuart (1720-1788), oil on canvas by Louis Gabriel Blanchet, 1738

In Buchan’s book, Nina as a gardener, is writing an article on the narcissus (aka daffodil). The flower gets its name from the Greek “narkosi” meaning “numbness” or “stupor”.

Before Homer, these flowers were used by the Egyptians for their tombs. Whereas the Greek Furies wore narcissi in their matted hair, a look intended to stupefy their victims.

Even Caravaggio was mesmerized by Narcissus, the beautiful Greek youth who, according to Ovid in “Metamorphoses” fell in love with his own reflection and was subsequently turned into a flower bearing his name. His painting “Narcissus” (1590s) is on display at Rome’s Galleria Nazionale d’Arte Antica.

“Narcissus” by Caravaggio (1590s) at the Galleria Nazionale d’Arte Antica

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Strawberry Moon

Every morning, I open the balcony doors to change the air. The first thing I do is look at the sky. And that’s how I saw the Strawberry Moon. It’s known as the Strawberry Moon because it comes in June and June is traditionally the month for picking strawberries. Every year in Texas, for example, they have the Poteet, Texas Strawberry Festival.

In Italy, the Strawberry Moon will reach its exact peak of fullness on June 30th at 1:56 AM but the moon has already started to puff up. It’s the first full moon after the summer soltice and will hang low while travelling the sky.

I keep reading that, although the moon is called strawberry, it doesn’t turn pink. But who wrote this hasn’t seen the moon I saw this morning from my balcony. The moon I saw looked like a faded strawberry full of light. And, as it wasn’t fully round, it rather looked like a strawberry, too!

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Love in the Heavens

A love story is a point of view. It depends upon who’s telling the story as to how the love story is perceived. The Vintage Princess has taken it upon herself to give her version of the ménage à trois between Consuelo, Saint-Exupéry, and the Little Prince. (continued from Saint-Exupéry’s Little Prince).

The Vintage Princess tells her story.

This morning I woke up with a crown on my head. Well, more than a crown, I’d call it a tiara. You see, I’m only a princess. And a very old one at that. This makes me quite happy, actually. Little girls want to grow up to be a princess.  No girl I’ve ever known wanted to be queen.

The downside of being a princess is that there’s a good chance that, for political reasons, you’ll be married off to some king and then, maybe, become queen. Now how boring would that be to sit around all day wearing a heavy crown with a gown too bulky and long to let you climb trees?

Although my parents had tried marrying me off, I had no intention of marrying some fat, old, white man and decided to escape. Unfortunately, I didn’t know how to. But then one day, I met this blonde-haired boy who claimed to be a prince from another planet. This little  prince was looking for his lamb, and I helped him find it thanks to Schrodinger’s cat. The prince and I got along well and easily became friends. When I told him about wanting to escape, he said “no problem”. That he had friends who could help me out.

The next morning, the little prince told me he’d contacted his friends, and this was the plan: All I had to do was to climb to the top of Mount Cynthus and wait for the night to come. Sure enough, right after it got dark, a spaceship came and transported me away. The crew on board was quite friendly and we easily telepathed together.

Finally, we arrived above the Sahara Desert and, after hugs and exchanges of coordinates, I was beamed down to the ground. It was my first time on Earth, and I didn’t know what to expect. Luckily, my friends from the spaceship had given me a knapsack full of things they said would be useful.

The desert was hot and I needed shade. In the distance, I saw something that looked like a lopsided airplane. Hoping to find some shade under a wing, I walked towards the plane.

Next to the plane was a man dressed in an aviator’s suit. He seemed quite surprised to see me. I must have seemed out of place with the tiara on my head. Nevertheless, good manners are never out of place. I extended my hand to introduce myself and said: “Hello, how are you? My name is Vintage Princess, what’s yours?”

He said his friends called him Toño. Toño was a pilot and his plane had crashed. He was trying to fix it so he could leave and go home.

Toño, it seemed, had a hesitant personality. He lacked spontaneity and I wondered why. After we’d been sweating in the sun for some time making awkward conversation, he took out a folded piece of paper from his pocket, unfolded it, and placed it in my hand. Then he asked: “what’s this a drawing of?” “Why, it’s obvious”, I responded. “It’s a boa digesting an elephant.” After my response, he looked quite surprised and studied me carefully.

“On my planet,” I continued, “we have lots of boas and they swallow things all the time.”     

                                                                                          

For example, my friend, Sally, was sunbathing on the beach when a boa crawled right next to her and swallowed her without warning. After that, I never saw Sally again. Once, when my back was turned, a boa tried swallowing me, too. But I had a bottle of aerosol pepperoncino on me and started spraying like crazy the boa’s stomach lining. In a short time, the boa started flipping around and had to gasp for air. That short gasp was all it took. With the mouth opened, I jumped out as quickly as possible and began running before the boa could react.

My escape was possible because snakes don’t chew since they swallow their victims whole. Boas then secrete hydrochloric acid and digestive enzymes to break down the food. Chemical teeth. The digestion takes the boa much time and energy depending upon the size of the victim. That’s why, if you’re swallowed by a boa, you need to escape before digestion begins.

I know of a boa that swallowed a garden gnome but the gnome, made from cement, refused to decompose. Despite the hydrochloric acid’s aggressive nature, it had difficulties fragmenting the gnome. Therefore, the gnome refused to decompose and the boa was forced to carry it around inside him making the boa look like some silly Carnevale float looking for wheels.

Toño the pilot then explained that he always has the people he meets look at his drawing. “Can you believe” he asked, “that most people don’t see a boa digesting an elephant and see, instead, a hat?”

the boa digesting an elephant *

It had been a busy day for both the pilot and me. Tired, we improvised a sleeping space in what was left of the cockpit. We looked up at the stars and tried searching for Orion, Cygnus, Scorpio, and Cassiopea. I found Cassiopea. It looks like an M made from stretched out elastic.

    

Looking at a nighttime sky can really make one curious. I asked Toño if he’d ever been to another planet. He said no but had recently met someone who travelled the skies visiting other planets. That’s when I knew he was talking about the Little Prince.

Toño said the Little Prince had shared many stories with him. That despite their different ways of perceiving life, Toño had really enjoyed his company and was sad to see him go. In fact, it was that subtracted companionship that saddened him so much.

Aside from myself, no one had understood that the drawing was not a hat but a boa digesting an elephant.

Suddenly I had a sort of epiphany—what if the Little Prince had me dropped off in the Sahara on purpose? What if he’d felt badly about leaving his friend alone and, to compensate, sent me. Well,  now that was a thought. I was too tired to think about it and fell asleep under Cassiopea’s sagging M.

*drawing from “The Little Prince” by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

To be continued…..

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Saint-Exupéry’s Little Prince

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry (1900-1944) was born into an aristocratic family from Lyon. His dad died of a stroke when Saint-Exupéry was only four leaving his family in economic difficulty. While in his late teens,  Saint-Exupéry failed the exams at the Naval Academy. So he later took flying lessons and became a pilot. He also became a writer and wrote stories about his experiences flying.

In 1931, Saint-Exupéry married Consuelo Suncin de Sandoval, a writer from El Salvador. Consuelo was known as a mischief-maker with a bohemian spirit. The couple often fought and then Saint-Exupéry would console himself with his long-time mistress, Nelly de Vogué. Nelly was once suspected of being a spy.

Before the Vichy Regime, Saint-Exupéry flew reconnaissance missions for the French Airforce. However, he and Charles de Gaulle didn’t like one another despite being on the same side in the war. Saint-Exupéry feared that de Gaulle would become a post-war dictator. De Gaulee accused Saint-Exupéry of being a Nazi sympathizer and of supporting the Vichy Regime. As Saint-Exupéry passionatley opposed Nazism, this accusation led to depression and heavy drinking. Not wanting to subject himself to further shame, Saint-Exupéry went to the States with his wife where he lived from 1941-1943.

It was at this time that Saint-Exupéry’s editor encouraged him to write a children’s book. Maybe, because during a war the meaning of life seems to illude us, it helps to take the time to rediscover the world through the eyes of a child. While living in New York, Saint-Exupéry had to face many challenges. He had health problems, was fighting with his wife, and was depressed about the political situation in France. Writing “The Little Prince” was a way of reconnecting with a part of life we adults often forget–the importance of discovery. And of play.

In 1943, Saint-Exupéry returned to France to combat with the Free French Airforce (despite health and age issues). In 1944, he was on a reconnaissance mission over Corsica when his airplane disappeared. It wasn’t until 2000 that wreckage from his plane finally surfaced near Marseille.

Unfortunately, Saint-Exupéry saw his home under a Nazi authoritarian dictatorship and would die before seeing the enemy crushed. However, Saint-Exupéry had no illusions and saw his participation in the war as a “sacrifice mission”. Because he saw the rise of fascism not only as a problem for France.

Nazis and fascists are birds of a feather who flock together. FDR defined fascism as private power that grows so much that it becomes stronger than the state itself. And Mussolini saw fascism as some sort of corporation that merged state and corporate power.

Saint-Exupéry’s disappearance was a mystery for years. Eventually, a former Luftwaffe pilot, Horst Ripper, claimed he believed that he may have been the one who shot down Saint-Exupéry. Ripper said that when he was young, he read and adored Saint-Exupéry’s aviation books. Had he known Saint-Exupéry was the pilot, claimed Ripper, he never would have shot him down.

Can you imagine killing one of your heroes? How do you live with that? But that’s what war does, it destroys ideals.

Recently I changed language apps and thus found myself reading “The Little Prince” in Greek. “The Little Prince” is the story of a young boy who draws a boa digesting an elephant that everyone interprets as a hat. That his drawing was never understood became a problem for him. The young boy got tired of trying to explain things to adults and abandoned drawing to become a pilot. One day he crashes in the Sahara Desert and, while fixing his plane, he meets the Little Prince. The Little Prince tells the pilot his story who then tells the reader.

“The Little Prince” was written after the fall of France to the Germans. Saint-Exupéry knew France was losing and that its armed forces were in full retreat. It seemed to the whole world that fascism had won and the ideals of the French Revolution had been forgotten. Italian fascism had taken over Europe.

Fascists are violent. They are the product of a hyped-up patriarchal society full of insecure men who have to constantly “prove” how strong they are by bullying those in weaker positions. Like women.

Fascists make me feel claustrophobic.

Nazism and fascism always point to some glorious mythical past as a utopian goal for the people. While Hitler was trying to resuscitate Aryan myths, Mussolini wanted to re-establish the Roman Empire. Utopian fantasies are created when you are searching for the meaning and purpose of life that you haven’t found on your own. Fascism is about propaganda and the push to fight for a reality that doesn’t exist.

The problem of western males is that they feel the weight of society’s demands on them and are forced to compete in a competition they can’t win. And this stress on their masculinity often makes them wacko. Fascism is based on insecure men trying to give themselves a manhood.

The masses, said Saint-Exupéry, all feel in one way or another the need to become. He said that the attraction to fascism was that men believed it the superhighway to manhood, self-respect, and community. Community for fascists meant being standardized in the same way—wearing the same uniforms, singing the same songs, and, together, eating the same food.

“The truth for a man is that which makes a man out of him”,  wrote Saint-Exupéry. Unfortunately, everyone wants to be a hero without necessarily behaving like one.

In 1931, Saint-Exupéry met Consuelo Carrillo in Bueno Aires. He was immediately smitten by her whereas Consuelo was uncomfortably intrigued. Saint-Exupéry wanted to get married despite being a hardcore womanizer. Why do womanizers marry when they have no intention of being faithful? Well, the couple married and Saint-Exupéry continued to have affairs. Of course this caused major conflict in their relationship. It was one of those “can’t live with but can’t live without” relationships. They would fight; Saint-Exupéry would run off to one of his girlfriends but he’d always come back.

After Saint-Exupéry’s disappearance following a reconnaissance mission, Consuelo wrote a memoir about their life together then locked the manuscript in a trunk. It wasn’t until her death in 1979 that the manuscript was discovered by her heir and long-time employee, José Martinez Fructuoso. The manuscript was subsequently edited and published with the title “The Tale of the Rose”.

French biographer, Marie-Helene Carbonel, wrote “Une mariée vêtue de noir” (A Bride Dressed in Black), describing the animated dynamics between Saint Exupéry and his wife Consuelo. Carbonel writes that Consuelo, known as the Scheherazade of the Tropics because of her talent as a storyteller, was born in El Salvador to a wealthy coffee grower. Consuelo married a wealthy man, got tired of him quickly, divorced but would later say he died in the Mexican Revolution. Her second husband did die while they were married making her a true widow. It was said that Consuelo was particularly good at being a muse and inspired many famous men such as d’Annunzio who called her “El Volcancito”

Consuelo met and married Saint-Exupéry in 1931. It was an animated marriage as they fought a lot. Consuelo loved her husband although she described him as a man incapable of offering a woman security. He constanty humilitated her with his countless affairs. This psychological abuse caused Consuelo profound unhappiness. Maybe that’s why she felt the need to give her side of the story after her husband’s disappearance.

To be continued.

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Related:

Former Luftwaffe pilot says he may have shot down author of The Little Prince + In March 2008 a claim by former Luftwaffe airman Horst Rippert that it was he who had shot down Saint-Exupéry + ‘Little Prince’ mystery unveiled +

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry Pilote de guerre and a Response to Fascism pdf + Antoine de Saint-Exupéry +

The Grown-Up Saint-Exupéry + Before He Fell To Earth, ‘The Little Prince’ Was Born In N.Y. +

The Beloved Classic Novel “The Little Prince” Turns 75 Years Old + The True Events That Inspired The Little Prince + The Bevin House where Saint Exupèry wrote The Little Prince +

Wind, Sand and Stars  by Antoine Saint Exupery + Neutral Countries in World War II +

Joseph Cornell: Joseph Cornell and Saint Exupéry Dossier… The Saint-Exupéry dossier is one of countless files that Cornell assembled about various friends, historical figures, and themes, forming a dynamic library of everyday ephemera that fueled his imagination and served as source material for his remarkable works of collage and assemblage + Cornell’s vein of avant-gardewas forged from childlike innocence and as a secretive refuge from adulthood (stories by Hans Christian Anderson and Antoine de Saint-Exupery’s The Little Prince were often referenced in Cornell’s works). +

The “Hitler Myth” +
Ancient Germanic Mythos: Hitler the Archetypal Wotan and Savior + Snow White and the 3rd Reich +

Maslow’s hierarchy of needs +

Read The Little Prince pdf HERE +

Consuelo Suncin Sandovalde Saint-Exupéry: Consuelo Saint-Exupéry: The Tale of the Rose: The Passion That Inspired The Little Prince book preview + Masterpiece: Consuelo De Saint Exupery ,wife Of Antoine – Abstracted Mountains, Mexico, 1958 Important Oil On Board + La esposa de ‘El principito’ + More Than a Muse: On Salvadoran Artist and Wife of Antoine, Consuelo de Saint-Exupéry + Consuelo Suncín-Sandoval: la musa maltratada por el autor de El Principito + Book Bro EP 11/ Consuelo de Saint-Exupéry/The Tale of The Rose/ +

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