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This homage to the Great Mother began to take shape when some very peculiar drawings of the nursery characters were given to me by a local artist. Let’s just say they were peculiar enough to set off a whole new parade of characters bouncing around inside my head like they couldn’t wait to get out. And while the little devils were all doing pretty much the same old schtick, they were also a bit older now, and a little wiser, a little more hip. Indeed, I had a sense they were trying to report what had happened to them during the fifty-odd years since we had last kept serious company.