There are several hundred Iraqis living in Northeast Philadelphia, and their culture and their history will be the subjects of a daylong program at the Penn Museum, 3260 South St., on March 8.
Is that Aunt Margaret behind the potted plant blowing her nose again? Was Uncle George clutching a pile of crumpled tissues while blotting his sore, red nose? Could that sneeze from cute, little, baby Mathilda (while you were closely inspecting those adorable dimples) possibly be full of germs?
They’re as old as the hills. That’s as long as figs have been around. They are the antique trees of the garden - the old souls. Figuratively speaking, fig leaves played a strategic role in the cover-up that went down in the Garden of Eden. Their gorgeous, big, showy leaves provided the first fashion statement – au naturel. Figs are, themselves, delicious eaten au naturel, that is, picked right off the tree. Whoever says he “doesn’t give a fig” apparently has never tasted one.
Finds from an ongoing I-95 archeological dig include whimsical trinkets and household items. It’s a snapshot of long-ago Philly, and pieces will be on display at the Independence Seaport Museum through Feb. 3.
It started with a pile of old tires and some dirt on Emerald Street, but local earthship enthusiasts are hoping it will grow into something much bigger.