Few Kites Flew Higher Than Eubel-san...
Our world has lost one of its giants.
Dr. Paul Eubel passed from our presence on June 23rd. He was in his home with his wife and two sons, doing what he did best, working on the next Art Kite exhibition.
Please read our remembrance of Dr. Eubel here on the Drachen Foundation website.
To our valued Drachen readership,
There are times at our small-staffed foundation when we miss things in process. This is the case with the wonderful article on Japanese kites which was published in our last issue of Discourse. The error was ours, and we apologize to Mr. Eishin Iddittie, the author of the Japanese kite article, thus correcting our mistake of crediting it to Mr. Masaaki Modegi.
Come "Interact" with Us
In keeping with the Drachen spirit - moving faster than wind - we discovered that many of our projects and experiences with kites were real time. To share this, we have developed several new features on our website.
Kites in all Forms and Colors Fly in the Gota de Plata Pachuca, Mexico
To help celebrate the annual festival of San Francisco in the city of Pachuca Mexico (two hours north of Mexico City), the inauguration of this phenomenal exhibition of 319 art kites was opened by Scott Skinner of Drachen and the mayor of Pachuca.
Recollections of Japanese Kite Battles
Some of the most interesting objects in my collection of kite ephemera are the Japanese postcards produced in the early 20th Century. Most were produced by companies that licensed the image worldwide. They are labeled “carte postale”, or “post card”, or in one case, “union postale universelle” and usually, “made in Japan” is indicated as well. Many show the sights of early 20th Century Japan; Fuji, the Emperor’s residence, cherry blossoms, and scenes from everyday life.
This autumn the Drachen Foundation helped me raise money for a medical mission to Nepal. We gave a kite for every $50 donation to the Sherpa House Calls Foundation, and the donors wrote messages on each; they were then given to children as I traveled. Happy poor kids, flying messages of peace (which they couldn't read) all over the mountains of the Khumbu Valley. Although the winds in the inhabited valleys didn't cooperate, I know they flew high and strong above the towns on the mountaintops, like prayer flags, sending hope on the wind.