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Grandma Moses
At the Cambridge Country Fair, Anna Mary Robertson Moses entered her paintings alongside her preserves, and won ribbons for the jam.
At seventy-six, arthritis ended her embroidery, so she took up painting β house paint on Masonite, glitter for snow. She entered canvases beside her preserves at the county fair and won ribbons for the jam. Her name was Anna Mary Robertson Moses.
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He kept a shoebox labeled Mouse Material; the archivist who finally opened it found the contents of a vacuum cleaner.

What kind of man commissions an altarpiece of himself praying, then hangs it in the room where he prays?

What do you do when worms keep falling out of the ulcer on your foot, fifty feet above the ground, and you've been standing on a pillar for thirty-seven years?

What does a royal surgeon do after publishing a forty-page pamphlet certifying that a clothier's wife gave birth to rabbits, four days before she confesses?

A giraffe walked into the Ming court in 1414, and the Confucian scholars decided it was proof from heaven.

If you sealed your life story in an ancient jar, hid it with a chest of gold, and someone paid $48,000 for it six years ago β would you want to know why they never cracked the wax?

What kind of person enters a fencing tournament against an entire garrison while their brain is swelling inside their skull?

What happens when a former barber decides to stitch a beating heart by lamplight, twelve years after the most famous surgeon on Earth said it couldn't be done?

What happens when a man in a cardboard lobster suit accidentally starts chanting Catholic mass?

What happens when a wanted gem thief decides he's the right person to publish someone else's tall tales?

What happens when a man Stravinsky called Britain's best composer places a classified ad selling elephants he doesn't own β and names the buyers?

What happens when colonists canonize a dead chief they never asked, dress up in bucktail hats, and dance "in the style of those people" while actual Native delegations watch from the docks?