Mexico City does the same thing. One day a week you can't drive your car.
So people bought two. I guess it fits since Mexico City and Beijing are in
the top 10 for being the most populous metropolitan areas in the world
(though Tokyo, Shanghai and Jakarta are WAY out in front.
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Sent: Monday, February 20, 2017 8:13 PM
To: Jane boyce
Cc: bekah_boyce.emailpost@blogger.com
Subject: #22. Beijing At Last
Two hours to Dallas--met Chan--then 14 hours to Beijing where we stepped off
the plane so Chan's dream of becoming a Mom finally would become real! We
were met at the airport by George, our Chinese Children Adoption
International (CCAI) rep. Seven other excited facility boarded the
bus--strangers who quickly became friends. We headed straight for our hotel
room--spacious & luxurious. Took us 1/2 hour just to check it our and
figure out the lights! Far cry from the places we slept in last time we
were in China helping at the leprosy colonies. After long showers, we
decided to buzz into a nearby convenience store...bought Ramon noodles &
bread then opened my PJ and had a relaxing dinner our style...in our elegant
dining room. The comfy beds welcomed our heavy eyelids & aching bodies.
Day 2--After an endless selection of choices for breakfast, we met with
George & the group to head out for our Beijing tour. CCAI wants families to
get a chance to experience some of the Chinese culture...and get over jet
lag before Gotcha Day. Tiananmen Square & then Forbidden City before riding
a rickshaw through old Peking that dropped us at one of the local's homes
for dinner. Looking around, it was apparent this was the real deal. Two
round tables filled the main room & all 24 of us squeezed in. In the 4'x8'
kitchen, they prepared an amazing amount & variety of food that included
quail eggs, shrimp, chicken, cucumbers, bok choy, garlic shoots,
broccoli...all combined with various sauces & other veges. Poor rickshaw
drivers had more weight to pull back to our bus. Chan's enjoyed a massage
while I did some writing and then both napped till it was time to meet up
with the group again for a Peking duck dinner...which again was bountiful.
We needed to walk of at least part of today's meals, so we walked & browsed
street vendors ware ending up in a alley loaded with what the locals love:
deep fried baby ducks, starfish, snake, octopus, grubs, chicken feet and
scorpions still wiggling about. Rog & I had discovered a street like this 4
yrs ago...yet it was still a shock to see. Two tired gals fell into bed at
9 p.m.
Day 3
Though we longed to sleep in, we were up, dressed, choosing a slightly
smaller breakfast and on the bus by 8:30 headed for the Great Wall. The
climb up is not an easy one thanks to higher altitude & uneven steps--but
the view makes up for it! Though it was not as magnificent as the one Rog &
I saw from a different part of the wall, it was a thrill. Next we headed
for a Jade Factory. Jade here is like diamonds in US. A jade bangle
equates to our diamond ring is is often passed down through generations. A
nice bangle was $2500. We didn't buy one--or any thing else. We did eat
dinner there--another feast. Just when you think I can't eat another
bite...they bring out another new dish & gash, you gotta try it. Our bus
dropped us off just in time to catch the opening act of the Wonderful Hun,
an acrobatic performance. In awe we watched balancing, tumbling & bicycle
acts. The grand finale was 5 motorcycles racing around inside a huge metal
ball. Crazy!! We got back to our room around 6--totally exhausted. Packed
up our bags for our 6:45 PU tomorrow, ate up our left over Ramon noodles &
PJ sandwich then crashed.
Beijing info:
Beijing is home to 23 million people, hundreds of sky scrapers, a few trees
and kept clean by busy street sweepers everywhere. It's cold--about 35F and
we got lucky to have two daily clear days but third day were were enclosed
by smog...common here. Beijing is also home to 5.5 million cars. To curb
the #'s, gov't only allows driving your car 4 out of 5 business days. That
helped the car sales as people then bought 2 cars. Since days allowed are
determined by your license plate #...cost of plates is extremely high...in
Shanghai, people pay up to $15,000 for one plate! Cameras catch offenders.
Most roads have a side lane for the multitude of motorcycles, scooters,
bicycles, (most with blanket & hand covers) rickshaws, 3 wheeled mini cars &
wheel chairs. In spite of all this, traffic doesn't seem very congested and
moves at a slow pace--even expressway traffic appears under 60 MPH. People
are well dressed & all in a rush. Personal space is a foreign concept--just
as no Facebook & limited Google search is foreign to us!!
(Chan had downloaded a re-routing app which is how she can be on Facebook.
Me--well, I'm living without it.)
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Monday, February 20, 2017
#23. Bullet Train to Zheng Zhou. #24 Preperations
#23 Bullet Train to Zheng Zhou
Boarded the bullet train & headed to Zheng Zhou going 180 mph for 3 hrs 10 min. We sped past many villages--most looked so much alike..gray bricked red roofed homes connected to outer wall that surrounded the entire village. We also saw large towns most of which had multiple high rise apartment buildings & more being built. Since we saw so much building 4 yrs ago, guess there either didn't finish or are building more!! Between towns were flat green fields--not sure what the crops were but probably veges. Our ride was as smooth as butter with each mile taking us closer to Ming Kun Xi--Matthew.
#24 Preparations
Chan had a long list of things that needed to be ready for tomorrow , GOTCHA DAY! We did some shopping at Walmart for food to cover the next 2-3 days buying several snacks Matthew is familiar with according to our CCAI reps here, Rita & Tina. Six presents needed wrapping (for nannies & directors & 7 envelopes of $$ counted & sealed (for passport, pictures, TB test, notary, registration & nannies). As Chan counted the piles of yuan currencies, she laughed saying she felt like she was playing monopoly. Since the exchange rate is 6 yuan to $1...it was a pile! She said she was glad it was yuans cause it didn't feel like real $$! Next the diaper bag needed to be packed with lots of snacks, official papers organized, camera & phones charged & ready...and finally a good night sleep!!
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Boarded the bullet train & headed to Zheng Zhou going 180 mph for 3 hrs 10 min. We sped past many villages--most looked so much alike..gray bricked red roofed homes connected to outer wall that surrounded the entire village. We also saw large towns most of which had multiple high rise apartment buildings & more being built. Since we saw so much building 4 yrs ago, guess there either didn't finish or are building more!! Between towns were flat green fields--not sure what the crops were but probably veges. Our ride was as smooth as butter with each mile taking us closer to Ming Kun Xi--Matthew.
#24 Preparations
Chan had a long list of things that needed to be ready for tomorrow , GOTCHA DAY! We did some shopping at Walmart for food to cover the next 2-3 days buying several snacks Matthew is familiar with according to our CCAI reps here, Rita & Tina. Six presents needed wrapping (for nannies & directors & 7 envelopes of $$ counted & sealed (for passport, pictures, TB test, notary, registration & nannies). As Chan counted the piles of yuan currencies, she laughed saying she felt like she was playing monopoly. Since the exchange rate is 6 yuan to $1...it was a pile! She said she was glad it was yuans cause it didn't feel like real $$! Next the diaper bag needed to be packed with lots of snacks, official papers organized, camera & phones charged & ready...and finally a good night sleep!!
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#22. Beijing At Last
Two hours to Dallas--met Chan--then 14 hours to Beijing where we stepped off the plane so Chan's dream of becoming a Mom finally would become real! We were met at the airport by George, our Chinese Children Adoption International (CCAI) rep. Seven other excited facility boarded the bus--strangers who quickly became friends. We headed straight for our hotel room--spacious & luxurious. Took us 1/2 hour just to check it our and figure out the lights! Far cry from the places we slept in last time we were in China helping at the leprosy colonies. After long showers, we decided to buzz into a nearby convenience store...bought Ramon noodles & bread then opened my PJ and had a relaxing dinner our style...in our elegant dining room. The comfy beds welcomed our heavy eyelids & aching bodies.
Day 2--After an endless selection of choices for breakfast, we met with George & the group to head out for our Beijing tour. CCAI wants families to get a chance to experience some of the Chinese culture...and get over jet lag before Gotcha Day. Tiananmen Square & then Forbidden City before riding a rickshaw through old Peking that dropped us at one of the local's homes for dinner. Looking around, it was apparent this was the real deal. Two round tables filled the main room & all 24 of us squeezed in. In the 4'x8' kitchen, they prepared an amazing amount & variety of food that included quail eggs, shrimp, chicken, cucumbers, bok choy, garlic shoots, broccoli...all combined with various sauces & other veges. Poor rickshaw drivers had more weight to pull back to our bus. Chan's enjoyed a massage while I did some writing and then both napped till it was time to meet up with the group again for a Peking duck dinner...which again was bountiful. We needed to walk of at least part of today's meals, so we walked & browsed street vendors ware ending up in a alley loaded with what the locals love: deep fried baby ducks, starfish, snake, octopus, grubs, chicken feet and scorpions still wiggling about. Rog & I had discovered a street like this 4 yrs ago...yet it was still a shock to see. Two tired gals fell into bed at 9 p.m.
Day 3
Though we longed to sleep in, we were up, dressed, choosing a slightly smaller breakfast and on the bus by 8:30 headed for the Great Wall. The climb up is not an easy one thanks to higher altitude & uneven steps--but the view makes up for it! Though it was not as magnificent as the one Rog & I saw from a different part of the wall, it was a thrill. Next we headed for a Jade Factory. Jade here is like diamonds in US. A jade bangle equates to our diamond ring is is often passed down through generations. A nice bangle was $2500. We didn't buy one--or any thing else. We did eat dinner there--another feast. Just when you think I can't eat another bite...they bring out another new dish & gash, you gotta try it. Our bus dropped us off just in time to catch the opening act of the Wonderful Hun, an acrobatic performance. In awe we watched balancing, tumbling & bicycle acts. The grand finale was 5 motorcycles racing around inside a huge metal ball. Crazy!! We got back to our room around 6--totally exhausted. Packed up our bags for our 6:45 PU tomorrow, ate up our left over Ramon noodles & PJ sandwich then crashed.
Beijing info:
Beijing is home to 23 million people, hundreds of sky scrapers, a few trees and kept clean by busy street sweepers everywhere. It's cold--about 35F and we got lucky to have two daily clear days but third day were were enclosed by smog...common here. Beijing is also home to 5.5 million cars. To curb the #'s, gov't only allows driving your car 4 out of 5 business days. That helped the car sales as people then bought 2 cars. Since days allowed are determined by your license plate #...cost of plates is extremely high...in Shanghai, people pay up to $15,000 for one plate! Cameras catch offenders. Most roads have a side lane for the multitude of motorcycles, scooters, bicycles, (most with blanket & hand covers) rickshaws, 3 wheeled mini cars & wheel chairs. In spite of all this, traffic doesn't seem very congested and moves at a slow pace--even expressway traffic appears under 60 MPH. People are well dressed & all in a rush. Personal space is a foreign concept--just as no Facebook & limited Google search is foreign to us!!
(Chan had downloaded a re-routing app which is how she can be on Facebook. Me--well, I'm living without it.)
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Day 2--After an endless selection of choices for breakfast, we met with George & the group to head out for our Beijing tour. CCAI wants families to get a chance to experience some of the Chinese culture...and get over jet lag before Gotcha Day. Tiananmen Square & then Forbidden City before riding a rickshaw through old Peking that dropped us at one of the local's homes for dinner. Looking around, it was apparent this was the real deal. Two round tables filled the main room & all 24 of us squeezed in. In the 4'x8' kitchen, they prepared an amazing amount & variety of food that included quail eggs, shrimp, chicken, cucumbers, bok choy, garlic shoots, broccoli...all combined with various sauces & other veges. Poor rickshaw drivers had more weight to pull back to our bus. Chan's enjoyed a massage while I did some writing and then both napped till it was time to meet up with the group again for a Peking duck dinner...which again was bountiful. We needed to walk of at least part of today's meals, so we walked & browsed street vendors ware ending up in a alley loaded with what the locals love: deep fried baby ducks, starfish, snake, octopus, grubs, chicken feet and scorpions still wiggling about. Rog & I had discovered a street like this 4 yrs ago...yet it was still a shock to see. Two tired gals fell into bed at 9 p.m.
Day 3
Though we longed to sleep in, we were up, dressed, choosing a slightly smaller breakfast and on the bus by 8:30 headed for the Great Wall. The climb up is not an easy one thanks to higher altitude & uneven steps--but the view makes up for it! Though it was not as magnificent as the one Rog & I saw from a different part of the wall, it was a thrill. Next we headed for a Jade Factory. Jade here is like diamonds in US. A jade bangle equates to our diamond ring is is often passed down through generations. A nice bangle was $2500. We didn't buy one--or any thing else. We did eat dinner there--another feast. Just when you think I can't eat another bite...they bring out another new dish & gash, you gotta try it. Our bus dropped us off just in time to catch the opening act of the Wonderful Hun, an acrobatic performance. In awe we watched balancing, tumbling & bicycle acts. The grand finale was 5 motorcycles racing around inside a huge metal ball. Crazy!! We got back to our room around 6--totally exhausted. Packed up our bags for our 6:45 PU tomorrow, ate up our left over Ramon noodles & PJ sandwich then crashed.
Beijing info:
Beijing is home to 23 million people, hundreds of sky scrapers, a few trees and kept clean by busy street sweepers everywhere. It's cold--about 35F and we got lucky to have two daily clear days but third day were were enclosed by smog...common here. Beijing is also home to 5.5 million cars. To curb the #'s, gov't only allows driving your car 4 out of 5 business days. That helped the car sales as people then bought 2 cars. Since days allowed are determined by your license plate #...cost of plates is extremely high...in Shanghai, people pay up to $15,000 for one plate! Cameras catch offenders. Most roads have a side lane for the multitude of motorcycles, scooters, bicycles, (most with blanket & hand covers) rickshaws, 3 wheeled mini cars & wheel chairs. In spite of all this, traffic doesn't seem very congested and moves at a slow pace--even expressway traffic appears under 60 MPH. People are well dressed & all in a rush. Personal space is a foreign concept--just as no Facebook & limited Google search is foreign to us!!
(Chan had downloaded a re-routing app which is how she can be on Facebook. Me--well, I'm living without it.)
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Wednesday, February 15, 2017
#21. Saying Goodbye to AHV Louisiana Flood Response
#21 Saying Goodbye to AHV Louisiana Flood Response
How can a simple room with an air mattress, outdoor furniture and a clothes line feel like home and a group of people feel like family in just one month?? I truly had to hold back tears as I vacuumed the room, picked my bag and then got warmly hugged by each volunteer & staff. I felt like their pseudo mom. I'd totem up early and made pancakes for all as a Valentine treat and a Thank You. As is the tradition, at the last meeting anyone leaving is asked to speak. Gorky from Turkey was leaving too. He got dressed up to give his speech. It was, "Thanks." Of course mine was a bit longer. I told them I was proud to have been one of them & admired each & hoped to see them again. I thanked them for being patient with me at the work sites. Prayed they'd have a good future but knew they'd make the best of whatever happened. Many said to me they looked forward to seeing me again at another AHV site and we'll keep in touch. But I know that may not happen, so I Facebooked many & take a part of them, my notes and memories with me.
Good by Michele, Rob, Aline, Lance, Turku, Dan, Mitch, Geoff, Dottie, Andrianna, David, John, Janene, Janene, Jimmy, Bob, Gorky, Ryan, Emma, Brett, Brandon (Bubba), Charlie, Jodi, Alyse, Julie, Drew, Mark, Sarah, Kaitlyn...
I'll probably forget most names...but not their caring spirit!!
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How can a simple room with an air mattress, outdoor furniture and a clothes line feel like home and a group of people feel like family in just one month?? I truly had to hold back tears as I vacuumed the room, picked my bag and then got warmly hugged by each volunteer & staff. I felt like their pseudo mom. I'd totem up early and made pancakes for all as a Valentine treat and a Thank You. As is the tradition, at the last meeting anyone leaving is asked to speak. Gorky from Turkey was leaving too. He got dressed up to give his speech. It was, "Thanks." Of course mine was a bit longer. I told them I was proud to have been one of them & admired each & hoped to see them again. I thanked them for being patient with me at the work sites. Prayed they'd have a good future but knew they'd make the best of whatever happened. Many said to me they looked forward to seeing me again at another AHV site and we'll keep in touch. But I know that may not happen, so I Facebooked many & take a part of them, my notes and memories with me.
Good by Michele, Rob, Aline, Lance, Turku, Dan, Mitch, Geoff, Dottie, Andrianna, David, John, Janene, Janene, Jimmy, Bob, Gorky, Ryan, Emma, Brett, Brandon (Bubba), Charlie, Jodi, Alyse, Julie, Drew, Mark, Sarah, Kaitlyn...
I'll probably forget most names...but not their caring spirit!!
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Tuesday, February 14, 2017
RE: #18. Mardi Gras #19 NoLa's Lower 9th
What did you do for each other for valentines day?
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From: Jane boyce [mailto:janeboyce@live.com]
Sent: Tuesday, February 14, 2017 3:13 PM
To: Jane boyce
Cc: bekah_boyce.emailpost@blogger.com
Subject: #18. Mardi Gras #19 NoLa's Lower 9th
# 18 Mardi Gras
Started work early Sat a.m. So we could quit early & get to the Krewe Du
Vieux Mardi Gras parade!! It's known as the wild one...satire, adult theme
& politics. It sure matched that bill & more! The parade route was jam
packed with a rowdy, loud, partying crowd...including several AHV not
wearing our AHV tshirts. Floats depicting Trump in less than flattering
themes added fuel to the party. As we walked down the street, people in the
above balconies tossed beads below...course you know what they wanted to
see...guess they felt sorry for the old gray-haired lady who refused &
tossed me beads anyways. We left the AHV kids to enjoy Bourbon St. without
us & met David (another AHV elder) for dinner, then headed for a hotel. And
to think this was just the beginning of lots more parades before the really
big one!
#19. NoLa's Lower 9th
What an unlucky place to live! Since we were allowed to have an AHV 12
passenger van, we were free to wander where we pleased today...so we headed
to New Orlean's (NoLa's) Lower 9th. We slowly drove through the area that
Katrina had hit the hardest...and a few months later, Rita hit...and last
week a tornado touched down there. And they hadn't even recovered from
Katrina. We drove by newly constructed Post Office, schools, fire & police
departments, ball fields & play structures and homes...and skeletons of
homes...and cleared lots which only cement slaps left. Three stages of
rebuilding. Thought we didn't go by the tornado site, we've seen pictures &
knew first hand what it would look like. And who lives in this lower 9th???
The poorest of NoLa. I can only say. Why??? Why did they get another kick
in the behind???
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-----Original Message-----
From: Jane boyce [mailto:janeboyce@live.com]
Sent: Tuesday, February 14, 2017 3:13 PM
To: Jane boyce
Cc: bekah_boyce.emailpost@blogger.com
Subject: #18. Mardi Gras #19 NoLa's Lower 9th
# 18 Mardi Gras
Started work early Sat a.m. So we could quit early & get to the Krewe Du
Vieux Mardi Gras parade!! It's known as the wild one...satire, adult theme
& politics. It sure matched that bill & more! The parade route was jam
packed with a rowdy, loud, partying crowd...including several AHV not
wearing our AHV tshirts. Floats depicting Trump in less than flattering
themes added fuel to the party. As we walked down the street, people in the
above balconies tossed beads below...course you know what they wanted to
see...guess they felt sorry for the old gray-haired lady who refused &
tossed me beads anyways. We left the AHV kids to enjoy Bourbon St. without
us & met David (another AHV elder) for dinner, then headed for a hotel. And
to think this was just the beginning of lots more parades before the really
big one!
#19. NoLa's Lower 9th
What an unlucky place to live! Since we were allowed to have an AHV 12
passenger van, we were free to wander where we pleased today...so we headed
to New Orlean's (NoLa's) Lower 9th. We slowly drove through the area that
Katrina had hit the hardest...and a few months later, Rita hit...and last
week a tornado touched down there. And they hadn't even recovered from
Katrina. We drove by newly constructed Post Office, schools, fire & police
departments, ball fields & play structures and homes...and skeletons of
homes...and cleared lots which only cement slaps left. Three stages of
rebuilding. Thought we didn't go by the tornado site, we've seen pictures &
knew first hand what it would look like. And who lives in this lower 9th???
The poorest of NoLa. I can only say. Why??? Why did they get another kick
in the behind???
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#18. Mardi Gras #19 NoLa's Lower 9th
# 18 Mardi Gras
Started work early Sat a.m. So we could quit early & get to the Krewe Du Vieux Mardi Gras parade!! It's known as the wild one...satire, adult theme & politics. It sure matched that bill & more! The parade route was jam packed with a rowdy, loud, partying crowd...including several AHV not wearing our AHV tshirts. Floats depicting Trump in less than flattering themes added fuel to the party. As we walked down the street, people in the above balconies tossed beads below...course you know what they wanted to see...guess they felt sorry for the old gray-haired lady who refused & tossed me beads anyways. We left the AHV kids to enjoy Bourbon St. without us & met David (another AHV elder) for dinner, then headed for a hotel. And to think this was just the beginning of lots more parades before the really big one!
#19. NoLa's Lower 9th
What an unlucky place to live! Since we were allowed to have an AHV 12 passenger van, we were free to wander where we pleased today...so we headed to New Orlean's (NoLa's) Lower 9th. We slowly drove through the area that Katrina had hit the hardest...and a few months later, Rita hit...and last week a tornado touched down there. And they hadn't even recovered from Katrina. We drove by newly constructed Post Office, schools, fire & police departments, ball fields & play structures and homes...and skeletons of homes...and cleared lots which only cement slaps left. Three stages of rebuilding. Thought we didn't go by the tornado site, we've seen pictures & knew first hand what it would look like. And who lives in this lower 9th??? The poorest of NoLa. I can only say. Why??? Why did they get another kick in the behind???
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Started work early Sat a.m. So we could quit early & get to the Krewe Du Vieux Mardi Gras parade!! It's known as the wild one...satire, adult theme & politics. It sure matched that bill & more! The parade route was jam packed with a rowdy, loud, partying crowd...including several AHV not wearing our AHV tshirts. Floats depicting Trump in less than flattering themes added fuel to the party. As we walked down the street, people in the above balconies tossed beads below...course you know what they wanted to see...guess they felt sorry for the old gray-haired lady who refused & tossed me beads anyways. We left the AHV kids to enjoy Bourbon St. without us & met David (another AHV elder) for dinner, then headed for a hotel. And to think this was just the beginning of lots more parades before the really big one!
#19. NoLa's Lower 9th
What an unlucky place to live! Since we were allowed to have an AHV 12 passenger van, we were free to wander where we pleased today...so we headed to New Orlean's (NoLa's) Lower 9th. We slowly drove through the area that Katrina had hit the hardest...and a few months later, Rita hit...and last week a tornado touched down there. And they hadn't even recovered from Katrina. We drove by newly constructed Post Office, schools, fire & police departments, ball fields & play structures and homes...and skeletons of homes...and cleared lots which only cement slaps left. Three stages of rebuilding. Thought we didn't go by the tornado site, we've seen pictures & knew first hand what it would look like. And who lives in this lower 9th??? The poorest of NoLa. I can only say. Why??? Why did they get another kick in the behind???
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#15. Josephine #16. $29,000 Savings. #17 The Wait is Over
Another house flooded. Another life upside down. Josephine's. She is in her late 70's...raised two kids...husband & son both dead...daughter walks with a limp-not sure why...several grand & great-grand kids. In August flood waters invaded her home. In January, she buried her granddaughter...shot...Josephine thinks by her X. For months contractors had advised her to get ride of her appliances, cupboards, doors, paneling, flooring etc. So she did. Slowly. Contractors and groups came & went always leaving before the project was done. Then she called AHV & we're committed to finishing what others started. A FEMA inspector came by while I was there. She shook her head & asked, "Why did you tear down so much??" When Josephine said that's what the contractors told her to do...the FEMA lady just shook her head and I could tell by her facial expression...it was bad advise. Later when the FEMA lady & I were visiting, I asked her if she'd seen cases where people got bad advice. She said without hesitation...Oh yes! About half the time!" I already felt bad for Josephine...but now even worse! In spite of it all, Josephine was delightful and during my lunch, I sat in the sun soaking up the heat and her stories. She said any day she could wake up to a bright sunny morning was a good day. She told me lots of men over the years have wanted to take her out for chicken dinner but she refused cause she knew next they'd want to move in & soon wanta know where her purse was. Josephine struggled with keeping her stuff she needed in her car & hated taking up space in her daughter's tiny apartment. She'd always had lots of room in her 3 bedroom house & she couldn't remember ever living there alone...usually even both couches were beds for someone...siblings, gkids, ggkids, nieces, nephews..whoever needed a bed. I think one of the things that bothered her most was...as she said, "Where they all be now? Got maybe one grandson & one ggrandson showing up once in a while to help." Then she just pursed her lips and said, "I ain't complaining...just a talking. Could be a whole lotta worse." And what do I have to complain about?? While working at her house, I was on my knees a lot scrapping up old flooring...and praying that Josephine's life would improve & she'd keep your wonderful attitude!
#16 $29,000 Savings
So what does AHV save a homeowner?? That figure for shelter-based construction was announced at our meeting tonight...$29,000!1! Now that makes me feel REAL good about being a small part of this big $$$saving project!!
#17. The Wait is Over
I got THE phone call that the wait to fly to China & pick up my niece, Chan's adopted son, Matthew is over! Next week--Valentine's Day--I fly to meet her in Dallas & then we're off to Beijing. She's been on pins & needles for months waiting...and since I'm her travel partner...I've been on hold. Now the flights are booked & her plans made. My plan to meet Slys in Puerto Vallarta isn't happening--though Rog will meet up with them. I'm scheduled to be back in USA early March so Rog & I'll meet up somewhere then...probably Costa Rica...but who knows.. plans change...especially ours as they are pretty open & flexible as a rule!
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#16 $29,000 Savings
So what does AHV save a homeowner?? That figure for shelter-based construction was announced at our meeting tonight...$29,000!1! Now that makes me feel REAL good about being a small part of this big $$$saving project!!
#17. The Wait is Over
I got THE phone call that the wait to fly to China & pick up my niece, Chan's adopted son, Matthew is over! Next week--Valentine's Day--I fly to meet her in Dallas & then we're off to Beijing. She's been on pins & needles for months waiting...and since I'm her travel partner...I've been on hold. Now the flights are booked & her plans made. My plan to meet Slys in Puerto Vallarta isn't happening--though Rog will meet up with them. I'm scheduled to be back in USA early March so Rog & I'll meet up somewhere then...probably Costa Rica...but who knows.. plans change...especially ours as they are pretty open & flexible as a rule!
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Sunday, February 12, 2017
#14 Tornado Left-Overs
> I never met them...know very little about them...but today I rummage through the huge ruble pile that was their home. That they survived is simply amazing. Their trailer was ripped off the twisted frame, then rolled 3 times before landing in a heap of shattered pieces. Adrenaline must have helped her lift the tub she was under about 5 ft from the pile. Neighbors found him sitting in a stuffed chair nearby...white as a ghost & in tremendous pain. x-rays found several broken vertebrae. Their dog was missing for 2 days but finally wandered back. That dog was our constant companion as we sifted through the pile salvaging whatever we could. It's so strange what survived: coffee cup, a goblet, plastic toothpick container, 2 fishing poles & half the tackle box, rolls of TP, random forks & spoons, various tools and 4 four ceramic dinner plates...each found in a different area. We found one dresser drawer with folded clothes in it...and lots of wet, mud covered clothes strewed all over...some caught in fences & others in trees. Deciding what food to keep was trickle. Cans with dents?? Smashed dirty boxed food with sealed insides?? Jars with lids on but 1/2 gone?? Mostly the stench made the decision easy.
> With each find, I felt I got a glimpse of their lives and a great sense of satisfaction knowing I'd rescued a piece of their life for them. Three other trailers laid in heaps nearby. One had been rented by a handicap man who they found caught in a fence. An older home in the back had lost it's roof. The gray haired owner of that was the owner of all the demolished trailers...rental income he relied on.
> We were at one site. There were many others. And have been--as Dexter knows--and will be many more. Random, sporadic, devastating. I can't help them all...but it's the starfish story that brings me peace.
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> With each find, I felt I got a glimpse of their lives and a great sense of satisfaction knowing I'd rescued a piece of their life for them. Three other trailers laid in heaps nearby. One had been rented by a handicap man who they found caught in a fence. An older home in the back had lost it's roof. The gray haired owner of that was the owner of all the demolished trailers...rental income he relied on.
> We were at one site. There were many others. And have been--as Dexter knows--and will be many more. Random, sporadic, devastating. I can't help them all...but it's the starfish story that brings me peace.
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#11 FEMA Trailers. #12 Great Break Fun #13 Tornado Hits
> #11 FEMA Trailers
> Did I tell ya'll about FEMA trailers?? They are not much to talk about in size but man does the government pay lots for them! Between $120,000 and $170,000 for a 3 bedroom! Then there's the hauling and set up cost...and in less than 18 months....there's the take down and hauling cost. It'll be hauled to usually a farm field where they pay the farmer for storage. We've been told hundreds of these are stored not too far from here in fields & the farmer is making lots more money than they ever made on crops...so at least they are happy! No one knows why the stored ones aren't being used--certainly lots of people around here are in need--guess the qualifying & paper work is just too tough. How ridiculous is that???
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> #12. Great Break Fun
> After putting up drywall all week, we were ready for a fun break. Sunday eight of us headed down to New Orleans to watch AHV David cross the finish line in the Fun Mardi Gras Half Marathon. He wore a crazy purple/green/gold crown & tie the whole race which earned him the name "Mardi Gras Guy." After enjoying the after party for a bit, we found a Mexican restaurant & then headed back in time to watch the Super Bowl. Next day, Rog & I hit the grocery store to buy picnic food to treat the kids. When they tried to pitch in some $$, Rog said, "Hey we do this for our kids & kids --so we can do it for you too!" We threw the cooler & grill in the van & headed to a beautiful park. Rog & others played some disc golf and then we all gorged on hamburgers & hotdogs, fruit, chips & brownies. Got home around 7. We vegged out in our room while others watch The Lion King...they may be big & strong...but they are kids at heart!
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> #13. Tornado Hits
> Ten miles away today, more homes were devastated by a tornado and three more hit down between here and New Orleans. Some of the same ones already trying to crawl back from the August, 2016 flood & even some from Katrina. Can they not get a break?? Locals are saying tornadoes are extremely rare here till recently. Fortunately no deaths & few injuries reported. This morning we were on our way to our worksite when we got the call to hunker down somewhere--so pulled into closest place, McD. I was happy till they told me they were out of D.Coke! We hung out there about an hour & half till we got a call to return to base. So spent the afternoon watching the local channel covering the weather & reports of damages & doing odd cleaning jobs. Everyone was feeling the pain of knowing how much hurting was going on
> Did I tell ya'll about FEMA trailers?? They are not much to talk about in size but man does the government pay lots for them! Between $120,000 and $170,000 for a 3 bedroom! Then there's the hauling and set up cost...and in less than 18 months....there's the take down and hauling cost. It'll be hauled to usually a farm field where they pay the farmer for storage. We've been told hundreds of these are stored not too far from here in fields & the farmer is making lots more money than they ever made on crops...so at least they are happy! No one knows why the stored ones aren't being used--certainly lots of people around here are in need--guess the qualifying & paper work is just too tough. How ridiculous is that???
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> #12. Great Break Fun
> After putting up drywall all week, we were ready for a fun break. Sunday eight of us headed down to New Orleans to watch AHV David cross the finish line in the Fun Mardi Gras Half Marathon. He wore a crazy purple/green/gold crown & tie the whole race which earned him the name "Mardi Gras Guy." After enjoying the after party for a bit, we found a Mexican restaurant & then headed back in time to watch the Super Bowl. Next day, Rog & I hit the grocery store to buy picnic food to treat the kids. When they tried to pitch in some $$, Rog said, "Hey we do this for our kids & kids --so we can do it for you too!" We threw the cooler & grill in the van & headed to a beautiful park. Rog & others played some disc golf and then we all gorged on hamburgers & hotdogs, fruit, chips & brownies. Got home around 7. We vegged out in our room while others watch The Lion King...they may be big & strong...but they are kids at heart!
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> #13. Tornado Hits
> Ten miles away today, more homes were devastated by a tornado and three more hit down between here and New Orleans. Some of the same ones already trying to crawl back from the August, 2016 flood & even some from Katrina. Can they not get a break?? Locals are saying tornadoes are extremely rare here till recently. Fortunately no deaths & few injuries reported. This morning we were on our way to our worksite when we got the call to hunker down somewhere--so pulled into closest place, McD. I was happy till they told me they were out of D.Coke! We hung out there about an hour & half till we got a call to return to base. So spent the afternoon watching the local channel covering the weather & reports of damages & doing odd cleaning jobs. Everyone was feeling the pain of knowing how much hurting was going on
Sunday, February 5, 2017
#8 Francis' Day Care Center, #9 Local Support, #10 Cookies
#8. Francis' Day Care Center
Met Francis this week. She ran a day care center in the downstairs of her home...until it flooded. Now she is in a FEMA trailer with no income & a ruined home. Dry walling her house is a trick as it has had lots of add ons over the years. AHV has been working on it for 2 weeks and I got in on the last 2 days so I was treated to her shouts of "Alleluia! Thought I'd never see walls in my house again! This is the first time I came in here and didn't get depressed." How's that for a job well done!
#9. Local Support
Besides the many heartfelt thank you's & hugs from the homeowners, I can't tell you how many locals have come up to me in my AHV shirt and thank me for being here...in stores, on the street or on base. As a Thank You Pastor Todd took us all out to dinner at an Indian restaurant. We were like one big happy family passing our plates to share and taste testing with everyone. The church's custodian got us tickets for a LSU gymnastic meet the same night. A grateful homeowner brought us a great big pot of gumbo. We've been told that a whole wave of help arrived but soon just a trickle was left. Seeing AHV shirts keep the flickering flame of hope alive for the hundreds still not in their homes.
#10 Cookies
We're losing volunteers daily as the base was suppose to be shut down on 1/31 so they had made other plans & many are going to Nepal AHV sites. The AmeriCore team of 7 also left on 1/31. Recently they got funding for 3 more months for rebuilding here. A few day before the mass exodus, Rog & I made 10 dozen chocolate chip cookies serving them right from the oven still on the cookies sheets. Every 8 minutes, more hot ones. You would have thought we were passing out gold!
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#8. Francis' Day Care Center
Met Francis this week. She ran a day care center in the downstairs of her home...until it flooded. Now she is in a FEMA trailer with no income & a ruined home. Dry walling her house is a trick as it has had lots of add ons over the years. AHV has been working on it for 2 weeks and I got in on the last 2 days so I was treated to her shouts of "Alleluia! Thought I'd never see walls in my house again! This is the first time I came in here and didn't get depressed." How's that for a job well done!
#9. Local Support
Besides the many heartfelt thank you's & hugs from the homeowners, I can't tell you how many locals have come up to me in my AHV shirt and thank me for being here...in stores, on the street or on base. As a Thank You Pastor Todd took us all out to dinner at an Indian restaurant. We were like one big happy family passing our plates to share and taste testing with everyone. The church's custodian got us tickets for a LSU gymnastic meet the same night. A grateful homeowner brought us a great big pot of gumbo. We've been told that a whole wave of help arrived but soon just a trickle was left. Seeing AHV shirts keep the flickering flame of hope alive for the hundreds still not in their homes.
#10 Cookies
We're losing volunteers daily as the base was suppose to be shut down on 1/31 so they had made other plans & many are going to Nepal AHV sites. The AmeriCore team of 7 also left on 1/31. Recently they got funding for 3 more months for rebuilding here. A few day before the mass exodus, Rog & I made 10 dozen chocolate chip cookies serving them right from the oven still on the cookies sheets. Every 8 minutes, more hot ones. You would have thought we were passing out gold!
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Met Francis this week. She ran a day care center in the downstairs of her home...until it flooded. Now she is in a FEMA trailer with no income & a ruined home. Dry walling her house is a trick as it has had lots of add ons over the years. AHV has been working on it for 2 weeks and I got in on the last 2 days so I was treated to her shouts of "Alleluia! Thought I'd never see walls in my house again! This is the first time I came in here and didn't get depressed." How's that for a job well done!
#9. Local Support
Besides the many heartfelt thank you's & hugs from the homeowners, I can't tell you how many locals have come up to me in my AHV shirt and thank me for being here...in stores, on the street or on base. As a Thank You Pastor Todd took us all out to dinner at an Indian restaurant. We were like one big happy family passing our plates to share and taste testing with everyone. The church's custodian got us tickets for a LSU gymnastic meet the same night. A grateful homeowner brought us a great big pot of gumbo. We've been told that a whole wave of help arrived but soon just a trickle was left. Seeing AHV shirts keep the flickering flame of hope alive for the hundreds still not in their homes.
#10 Cookies
We're losing volunteers daily as the base was suppose to be shut down on 1/31 so they had made other plans & many are going to Nepal AHV sites. The AmeriCore team of 7 also left on 1/31. Recently they got funding for 3 more months for rebuilding here. A few day before the mass exodus, Rog & I made 10 dozen chocolate chip cookies serving them right from the oven still on the cookies sheets. Every 8 minutes, more hot ones. You would have thought we were passing out gold!
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#8. Francis' Day Care Center
Met Francis this week. She ran a day care center in the downstairs of her home...until it flooded. Now she is in a FEMA trailer with no income & a ruined home. Dry walling her house is a trick as it has had lots of add ons over the years. AHV has been working on it for 2 weeks and I got in on the last 2 days so I was treated to her shouts of "Alleluia! Thought I'd never see walls in my house again! This is the first time I came in here and didn't get depressed." How's that for a job well done!
#9. Local Support
Besides the many heartfelt thank you's & hugs from the homeowners, I can't tell you how many locals have come up to me in my AHV shirt and thank me for being here...in stores, on the street or on base. As a Thank You Pastor Todd took us all out to dinner at an Indian restaurant. We were like one big happy family passing our plates to share and taste testing with everyone. The church's custodian got us tickets for a LSU gymnastic meet the same night. A grateful homeowner brought us a great big pot of gumbo. We've been told that a whole wave of help arrived but soon just a trickle was left. Seeing AHV shirts keep the flickering flame of hope alive for the hundreds still not in their homes.
#10 Cookies
We're losing volunteers daily as the base was suppose to be shut down on 1/31 so they had made other plans & many are going to Nepal AHV sites. The AmeriCore team of 7 also left on 1/31. Recently they got funding for 3 more months for rebuilding here. A few day before the mass exodus, Rog & I made 10 dozen chocolate chip cookies serving them right from the oven still on the cookies sheets. Every 8 minutes, more hot ones. You would have thought we were passing out gold!
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#5 David Campbell, #6 Pastor Todd, #7 New Orleans
#5 David Campbell
David is the founder of All Hands Volunteers (AHV). Many years ago, David worked for the company that was at the fore front of the internet social media. He had a gut feeling that somehow it could be used to help in many situations where people were in desperate need but nothing clicked until 3 days after the devastating Dec 28 tsunami. He was eating lunch with a friend who told him, "A week ago, I had been eating on the same terrace where all 78 tourist were washed into the ocean along with everything & one around there." David went home, googled it and noted that the internet was not down there. So his old idea popped into his head and he got a plane ticket and soon was in Thailand setting up a website to help organize the massive influx of volunteers and donations. Since then, AHV has come early and stayed late for over 60 domestic & another 60 international disasters. David came here today to give us a pep talk, ask for suggestions, answer questions and meet with the Louisiana politicians to ask them how AHV can help & how much $$ they can supply for building supplies. He also met with St. Bernard Parish volunteer organization that he admires. They have been in New Orleans since Katrina rebuilding many homes. David sat at our table for dinner sharing what he calls "Serendipity Stories" or what I call "God Inspired" stories. Either way, I thank God for David and the AHV board & staff and all the young volunteers. At the 5 pm meeting tonight, I told those young volunteers that they amaze me and give me hope for a good and promising future.
#6 Pastor Todd
Pastor Todd is the pastor of the New Covenant Baptist Church that is housing AHV for free. As we worked along side him today, we heard his flood story and how it turned his church into a truly serving church. The youth generously gave up their entire rec hall to AHV. We use their kitchen daily. Another Sunday School room became a tool shed. Another SS room became our bedroom. The church van is now a work van. And also this church housed serveral families after the flood. While most members are working on their own mess, the others go through neighborhoods locating seniors and disabled that have no help. Pastor Todd & his church's actions speak the teaching of the Bible LOUD & CLEAR.
#7. New Orleans
We spent our two day break in New Orleans. The city of jazz, blues, beignets and endless bars. One volunteer, David took us to car rental, where another volunteer, Janine rented a car & drove us to New Orleans. We treated her and us to shrimp & oyster Poor Boys at Johnny's in the French Quarter and then parted ways. We hopped on a paddle boat to see New Orleans from the Mississippi River. It dropped us at a battlefield where in 1815 over 2000 British soldiers died while fewer than 20 Americans were killed. Andrew Jackson's troops united with some pirates and used the canals for protections to defeat the British. We caught a street car and rode it around the Garden District (40 cents). Rog ate alligator hot dog for supper then we strolled down Frenchman St. stopping in the bars to listen to live bands...ok...Rog had a beer too. Cheesecake & bread pudding topped with praline sauce was the sweet ending for our day in New Orleans. We spent the night in an Airb& b just one block from the street car. We had the whole house to ourselves. The gaudy, artsy decor was appropriate. The next morning, we headed to the Mardi Grau World for a tour. The humongous building was jam packed with floats ready to roll out, all types & sizes of figures, & flowers. Other props were in the process of being built out of styrofoam, paper mache, & painted in vibrant colors. The first Mardi Grau parade is less than 2 weeks away. They will have almost 50 parades in all with the BIG one on Fat Tuesday. Amazing amount of time and $$$$! After lunch, we strolled Jackson Square enjoying live music, mime characters & artist. We had to stop by Cafe du Monde to get covered by powdered sugar while eating beignets. About the time we thought we'd better head for the bus station, another AHV, Dottie texted to let us know she could pick us up. So we went back to our b&b to grab our bags and waited on the front porch rocking chairs until she came along. We got back in time to go bowling with the whole AHV group...it was a treat from one of the AHV board members who visited here a couple days ago. How's that for a weekend???
David is the founder of All Hands Volunteers (AHV). Many years ago, David worked for the company that was at the fore front of the internet social media. He had a gut feeling that somehow it could be used to help in many situations where people were in desperate need but nothing clicked until 3 days after the devastating Dec 28 tsunami. He was eating lunch with a friend who told him, "A week ago, I had been eating on the same terrace where all 78 tourist were washed into the ocean along with everything & one around there." David went home, googled it and noted that the internet was not down there. So his old idea popped into his head and he got a plane ticket and soon was in Thailand setting up a website to help organize the massive influx of volunteers and donations. Since then, AHV has come early and stayed late for over 60 domestic & another 60 international disasters. David came here today to give us a pep talk, ask for suggestions, answer questions and meet with the Louisiana politicians to ask them how AHV can help & how much $$ they can supply for building supplies. He also met with St. Bernard Parish volunteer organization that he admires. They have been in New Orleans since Katrina rebuilding many homes. David sat at our table for dinner sharing what he calls "Serendipity Stories" or what I call "God Inspired" stories. Either way, I thank God for David and the AHV board & staff and all the young volunteers. At the 5 pm meeting tonight, I told those young volunteers that they amaze me and give me hope for a good and promising future.
#6 Pastor Todd
Pastor Todd is the pastor of the New Covenant Baptist Church that is housing AHV for free. As we worked along side him today, we heard his flood story and how it turned his church into a truly serving church. The youth generously gave up their entire rec hall to AHV. We use their kitchen daily. Another Sunday School room became a tool shed. Another SS room became our bedroom. The church van is now a work van. And also this church housed serveral families after the flood. While most members are working on their own mess, the others go through neighborhoods locating seniors and disabled that have no help. Pastor Todd & his church's actions speak the teaching of the Bible LOUD & CLEAR.
#7. New Orleans
We spent our two day break in New Orleans. The city of jazz, blues, beignets and endless bars. One volunteer, David took us to car rental, where another volunteer, Janine rented a car & drove us to New Orleans. We treated her and us to shrimp & oyster Poor Boys at Johnny's in the French Quarter and then parted ways. We hopped on a paddle boat to see New Orleans from the Mississippi River. It dropped us at a battlefield where in 1815 over 2000 British soldiers died while fewer than 20 Americans were killed. Andrew Jackson's troops united with some pirates and used the canals for protections to defeat the British. We caught a street car and rode it around the Garden District (40 cents). Rog ate alligator hot dog for supper then we strolled down Frenchman St. stopping in the bars to listen to live bands...ok...Rog had a beer too. Cheesecake & bread pudding topped with praline sauce was the sweet ending for our day in New Orleans. We spent the night in an Airb& b just one block from the street car. We had the whole house to ourselves. The gaudy, artsy decor was appropriate. The next morning, we headed to the Mardi Grau World for a tour. The humongous building was jam packed with floats ready to roll out, all types & sizes of figures, & flowers. Other props were in the process of being built out of styrofoam, paper mache, & painted in vibrant colors. The first Mardi Grau parade is less than 2 weeks away. They will have almost 50 parades in all with the BIG one on Fat Tuesday. Amazing amount of time and $$$$! After lunch, we strolled Jackson Square enjoying live music, mime characters & artist. We had to stop by Cafe du Monde to get covered by powdered sugar while eating beignets. About the time we thought we'd better head for the bus station, another AHV, Dottie texted to let us know she could pick us up. So we went back to our b&b to grab our bags and waited on the front porch rocking chairs until she came along. We got back in time to go bowling with the whole AHV group...it was a treat from one of the AHV board members who visited here a couple days ago. How's that for a weekend???
Saturday, February 4, 2017
#4 Base Camp Notes
Our evenings at base cam are always enjoyable. 5 o'clock meetings are short, light hearted & interesting as we hear about all the groups experiences. Dinners have been fabulous...chicken curry, Chinese, red chili with Jiffy corn bread, egg plant with quinoa, BBQ chicken pizza...all created by AHV's. (I was on the chili/cornbread team). We even had apple & berry pieces with crust from scratch. We have a left-over frig that's free for the taking so that's heaven for Rog. Dinner time is also rich with conversations. We 're enthralled by the experiences we hear about. Average ages is @20. Roger and I are an abnormality due to our age & the only married couple. Staff tells us we are one of the few couples who've worked for AHV...and if they do...usually only one of them is nice :). Kids tell us they want to grow up like us. But we did hear about one couple who celebrated their 75th anniversary here at AHV in Louisiana! Inspiring for us! (See Bob & Elsi--you could join us!).
#3. The Flood Story.
The days are flowing together now with each a bit different but each connected by the strong undertow of the need to help these people get their lives back. We've worked in 4 homes now...insulating, drywalling, muddling, tapping, painting...and heard the homeowner's flood story and how they yearn to get back into their home. Aug 13, 2016, 39" of rain fell in 19 hours. Up to 12' of water flooded 140,000 homes in 3 parishes. There were 25,000 boat rescues. It's considered the 3rd worst USA disaster of all times. Why didn't we hear more about it?? Election and Olympics news coverage took priority. FEMA did show up and we heard about the red tape, delays, rules & regulations that make FEMA so ineffective. I told some of these young whipper-snappers to get in there & fix that agency! Did you know they only help people with LESS than $15,000 worth of damage? If you apply for a FEMA trailer to live in, if you are approved, you only get it for 18 months or less. Sounds like lots of time till you try to find someone to get gut, sanitize & rebuild...say nothing about rounding up the supplies. Those someone's are working for people with lots of ready $$. So while they wait--black mold grows. Hope dwindles. When AHV shows up & stays on the job till the house if ready for an electrician & plumber--it's no wonder we see the homeowners overwhelmed with relief and joy. Today the homeowner told us her husband is dying of Alzheimer's and we were giving her back her life. I go to bed each night exhausted and deeply satisfied with my day's work.
Update 2: First Week Almost Over
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Hard to believe first week is almost over! It was so easy to fall in sync here. Monday--my birthday--was also a AHV day off...but a crew was asked to volunteer to paint for a lady who'd been waiting over a month for help. Since AHV services does not include painting--"volunteers" from the AHV volunteers could only do it on their day off. Amazingly 9 (including us) climbed in the van & headed to Karen's where we painted the entire interior of her home--some even got second coats--scrapping the bottom of 10 gals of paint! With much enthusiasm, Karen told us about how crazy it was when she woke up to water pouring in & her daughter slapping her face & shouting, "Momma--get it together & DO something!" She grabbed a few things then waded out to her truck & headed for higher ground. There strangers started filling her truck bed with their children and ran saying they'd be back. She ended up with a truck load and a baby in her arms praying their parents would return! It took 3 days for the water to recede...& when her neighbor opened her dryer--3 snakes slithered out! John (retired air force), our crew leader treated us to shrimp Poor Boys for lunch and Janene insisted on stopping for DQ on our way back. It was Taiki's first DQ. After going out for a Mexican dinner, Rog surprised me by baking me a cake & the group gathered to sing Happy Birthday. When we played games. At one time kids from England, Kenya, Brazil, Turkey, Ethiopia, Saudi Arabia & USA sat around a table playing Cards Against Humanity--and I surprised them by winning. (Thanks to Jake & Sarah for teaching me the winning strategy.). Certainly a fulfilling birthday!
Tuesday was back to real work. We worked in a gutted trailer that barely survived the flood and an earlier fire. Really. Nothing was square. Holes everywhere. We struggled to fit drywall pieces with some precision. But with lots of measuring, cutting, shimmering and lots more humor, we made progress. After a mashed potatoes & BBQ chicken dinner, we were introduced to several new people & said good bye to Zak. Gotta love the fluctuating group of hard working, fun-loving people!
2017: Update #1 Down in Louisiana
Today is actually Day 4 from my "normal" life. Jen drove us to a hotel close to the airport so we could catch a very early flight--first to Houston then on to New Orleans where we spent the night & then called for an Uber ride to Denham Springs- about 1 and 1/2 hours from NO and our home with AHV (All Hands Volunteers). It is basically a warehouse that has been turned into a church. There are about 30 kids housed here right now...up to 60 at highest #. Tarps divide the areas up a bit but it is mostly a mass of blowup beds, cots, tents and gobs of belongings surrounded each. Since we'd asked ahead, we got the "sick" room (at least until they need it again.). It is a church adult Sunday school room: no windows but carpet, lamp, outdoor furniture. Our Amazon bedding order was here and ready to put on our blow up mattresses so we are real comfy. AHV has use of a large kitchen so our first job here was making chicken-vege soup and organizing the kitchen. With only kids here...you can imagine the mess. The 5 o'clock meeting was held in the lounge area which is eight old couches facing the work board. The days accomplishments were cheered, needs we assessed and tomorrow jobs' were assigned. As in the Philippines, we are in awe with how a group of kids from all over just take the ball and run with it!
Day 2 started around 8 after everyone had fixed their own breakfast, done their dishes and loaded the work vans. Rog and I were on Dottie & Taiki's team putting up dry wall at Janet's home. Janet is a single, disabled 56 year old whose house had been flooded by 5 1/2 feet of water. She had no flood insurance as she'd never had any water issues before. She got some FEMA money but not enough. She was tickled to have 9 of us there and she kept bringing us treats and hugs. She freely shared her life story spicing it up with southern slang as we feasted on the fried chicken that she had ordered for us. Louisiana comfort food and company. By 4 o'clock we were ready to head back and take a shower in the shower trailer parked outside the AHV site and be served a dinner that had been prepared by a few of the kids. After our nightly meeting, we got acquainted with a few more AHV but our tired bodies didn't last long.
Next morning Rog got in the van headed to do more dry wall while I stayed back to help with the move. AHV had planned to end this project on 1/30 but got last night that more funding came through so they were excited to be extending it until 3/1. This was great news for us as our tickets to be out of here were for 2/16. Hanging loose works again! AHV was asked to move the sleeping area and tool storage to a different section of the church, so my crew worked on that. We also sanitized brooms that had been used during the mucking out stage. I helped with dinner and we both were on clean up. After the meeting, a bunch of us watched Twister on TV...since we were on a tornado watch for the second night in a row. One hit last night two hours from here. Brandon and three others will be leaving tomorrow morning to assess the need for another AHV site in Mississippi. It'll be his 6th time this year.
Sunday--day off. We woke to the sound of choir practice then went for a walk to get the lay of the land nearby. Flood damage is mostly debris near here. Near Janet's house, there were lots of FEMA trailers parked beside gutted homes with broken windows...and piles & piles & piles of trash. Made phone calls home, did our wash, writing and enjoyed down time with other volunteers & feeling good about being here!
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Next morning Rog got in the van headed to do more dry wall while I stayed back to help with the move. AHV had planned to end this project on 1/30 but got last night that more funding came through so they were excited to be extending it until 3/1. This was great news for us as our tickets to be out of here were for 2/16. Hanging loose works again! AHV was asked to move the sleeping area and tool storage to a different section of the church, so my crew worked on that. We also sanitized brooms that had been used during the mucking out stage. I helped with dinner and we both were on clean up. After the meeting, a bunch of us watched Twister on TV...since we were on a tornado watch for the second night in a row. One hit last night two hours from here. Brandon and three others will be leaving tomorrow morning to assess the need for another AHV site in Mississippi. It'll be his 6th time this year.
Sunday--day off. We woke to the sound of choir practice then went for a walk to get the lay of the land nearby. Flood damage is mostly debris near here. Near Janet's house, there were lots of FEMA trailers parked beside gutted homes with broken windows...and piles & piles & piles of trash. Made phone calls home, did our wash, writing and enjoyed down time with other volunteers & feeling good about being here!
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Tuesday, March 22, 2016
Jane's Final Thoughts
I am glad to be writing my final thoughts--anyone who has tried to keep up with my writing must be thrilled!
It's hard to believe during this trip we've stayed on the same planet...and in relatively short distances between stops! Our first weeks in NZ--spectacular beauty, natural & high adventure attractions galore, alive with excitement and pride. The Milford Sound alone is worth the flight. The next month in Australia--such diversity in geography , animals & people (Aborigines, Sydney multicultural new-age crowd to the laid back mountain people). Clean & busy. Koala & Roos are the cutest, Opera House more beautiful than any photo and the magnificent GBR overwhelms you with awe. Then the final three weeks in PNG--like stepping back in time. Painful to see such poverty living in such a mess and struggling to find a way to improve...yet a joy to hear the laughter and see (and be part of) the love they have for their clan. Really a baby--only 40 yrs since an independence was given them...without them asking...and before they were ready to thrive. The mountains, waterfalls & huge shady trees...pockets of beauty. We longed to see more of PNG--the villages & islands--but it was not safe to venture out. Jr & Mindex were our guides, cultural interpreters and body guards...without them, we'd have experienced little of PNG...and probably been robbed...though not put in pots as that has been taboo for almost 40 yrs. We are so appreciative of them!! Our volunteer work was at times so rewarding and other times so frustrating. In many ways it was the same scenario that takes place in all the 3rd world countries we've visited. We formed a special bond with the Tembari teachers & left them with many supplies & books. We taught many lessons & read many books to the kids & teachers. All can sing new songs & play new games. It certainly was our most challenging teaching experience!
Three countries...three worlds...and so far from home. I feel so amazingly lucky to have so many experiences in so many countries...and to have shared it with Roger. Every time I come back home, I appreciate & enjoy my family, friends, home & country even more!
It's hard to believe during this trip we've stayed on the same planet...and in relatively short distances between stops! Our first weeks in NZ--spectacular beauty, natural & high adventure attractions galore, alive with excitement and pride. The Milford Sound alone is worth the flight. The next month in Australia--such diversity in geography , animals & people (Aborigines, Sydney multicultural new-age crowd to the laid back mountain people). Clean & busy. Koala & Roos are the cutest, Opera House more beautiful than any photo and the magnificent GBR overwhelms you with awe. Then the final three weeks in PNG--like stepping back in time. Painful to see such poverty living in such a mess and struggling to find a way to improve...yet a joy to hear the laughter and see (and be part of) the love they have for their clan. Really a baby--only 40 yrs since an independence was given them...without them asking...and before they were ready to thrive. The mountains, waterfalls & huge shady trees...pockets of beauty. We longed to see more of PNG--the villages & islands--but it was not safe to venture out. Jr & Mindex were our guides, cultural interpreters and body guards...without them, we'd have experienced little of PNG...and probably been robbed...though not put in pots as that has been taboo for almost 40 yrs. We are so appreciative of them!! Our volunteer work was at times so rewarding and other times so frustrating. In many ways it was the same scenario that takes place in all the 3rd world countries we've visited. We formed a special bond with the Tembari teachers & left them with many supplies & books. We taught many lessons & read many books to the kids & teachers. All can sing new songs & play new games. It certainly was our most challenging teaching experience!
Three countries...three worlds...and so far from home. I feel so amazingly lucky to have so many experiences in so many countries...and to have shared it with Roger. Every time I come back home, I appreciate & enjoy my family, friends, home & country even more!
Update #68: Books Read
WHad some great reads this trip---
R & J: Down Under by Byson - hilarious & educational travel guide in story form. Must read for anyone going to or has been to Australia!
J: The Song Master by Di Morrissey - Though fiction, it was full of info about the Aboriginal culture.
Take away lines: "white men...were empty people who'd had to search for meaning in their lives, for they had no identity in the land. He knew that when one is part of the proper world that is the earth, then on is happy."
"She had the curiosity of a child, the eagerness of a young dog and an intellect that accepted answers that were alien to her thinking."
R & J: If I Were God, I'd Make Myself Clearer by Dickson - thought provoking
R: Short History of Nearly Everything by Byson - scientific history of world from atoms to dinosaurs to space written with Byson's unique sense of humor.
R & J: Down Under by Byson - hilarious & educational travel guide in story form. Must read for anyone going to or has been to Australia!
J: The Song Master by Di Morrissey - Though fiction, it was full of info about the Aboriginal culture.
Take away lines: "white men...were empty people who'd had to search for meaning in their lives, for they had no identity in the land. He knew that when one is part of the proper world that is the earth, then on is happy."
"She had the curiosity of a child, the eagerness of a young dog and an intellect that accepted answers that were alien to her thinking."
R & J: If I Were God, I'd Make Myself Clearer by Dickson - thought provoking
R: Short History of Nearly Everything by Byson - scientific history of world from atoms to dinosaurs to space written with Byson's unique sense of humor.
Update #67: Visit with Parliament Worker
I Today we stood in front of the Parliament House and discussed PNG past, present & future with a man who set up meetings for the parliament...which happens to be Jr's nephew. After introducing ourselves & being welcomed, I asked the first question: What do you see happening in PNG that is improving the country the most? Shook his head & said, really nothing. Everything is so overwhelming and they don't have the expertise or experience to be real successful at anything: education, transportation, employment, utilizing the resources, even an accurate count of the population...probably 8 - 10 million. He said Australia gave us our independence before we asked or was ready. After a bit, he did say they'd made a deal to sell water to Australia & in return they might be able to create power from the it before it was piped under the sea. Rog asked if they were considering developing more tourist areas...creating many new jobs..which led to a discussion on security & safety and building hotels affordable for tourist...hotels now are $300+ as they are for businessmen. He talked about their poor economy...kina's depressed currency...and low wages. He ended saying "just look at where I go to sleep each night." (We'd been to his home...no elec or water & built with bits. & pieces...like so many...we understood his meaning.)
Update #66: Minister Mtg
We went to the same church we attended last week...and since there are so few places to visit...we opted to stay for two services...both weeks. Kinda making up for weeks we didn't go! Like DUMC, first service is more traditional & second with a praise band. I was hoping to go to a different church for an additional experience...but Jr thought it best we go to the same...and guess God did too...here's why. After church as we waited for our ride, the senior pastor, Rev. Samson Lowa came over to welcome us & chat. He said he' seen us last week and hoped to meet us. He'd been to USA several times as he was on the United Church board...which includes Methodist. When he asked why we were here, we told him about Tembari. He'd been there. We spoke of how hard the teachers worked, crowded conditions & no supplies. He was shaking his head and agreeing. I said we left with many questions. He said he questioned much when he was there. So I gave him a summary of our experience. He was not surprised and said he needs to look into the matter. So...maybe...maybe...with his influence (and our prayers)...some positive changes can still happen at Tembari.
Update #65: short notes
So much happens that I want to record--though it seems I am writing all the time--but just don't want to forget:
-Our ride: Mindex drives 10-15 year old small car with door handles broken so they use zip ties to open them...it bottoms out often due to ruts or humps. But those passengers in the few big fancy 4 wheel cars with tinted windows up are missing out on much of PNG...they have no real contact with the land!
-Many taxi cars we see have smashed windows on the drivers' side...Mindex says it from angry drunks.
-Tried to visit the National Museum of Art & Culture...according to the gate guard, it's closed indefinitely till bills are paid.
-National Library is closed Sat & Sun at noon.
-Most businesses close at 4:06 pm.
-Babies usually only nurse 3-4 months and then mom feeds them pre hewed food.
-Pumpkin leaves are harvested and sold for food...boy did we blow it when we were growing pumpkins!
-Can't even begin to tell you how many people in all three countries ask us about Trump. The papers have been full of articles about our elections. From what we see & hear, he'd get no votes in NZ, Aust or PNG. One Australian told me, "If Trump wins, I thinks it will destabilize the world."
-Not seeing a mirror in three weeks is kind of liberating!
-My mission diet is working again...lost the "pouch" I appropriately gained in Australia!
-My favorite sound today was curls of laughter coming from the house behind us...it may be primitive but full of joy...at times anyways!
-Our ride: Mindex drives 10-15 year old small car with door handles broken so they use zip ties to open them...it bottoms out often due to ruts or humps. But those passengers in the few big fancy 4 wheel cars with tinted windows up are missing out on much of PNG...they have no real contact with the land!
-Many taxi cars we see have smashed windows on the drivers' side...Mindex says it from angry drunks.
-Tried to visit the National Museum of Art & Culture...according to the gate guard, it's closed indefinitely till bills are paid.
-National Library is closed Sat & Sun at noon.
-Most businesses close at 4:06 pm.
-Babies usually only nurse 3-4 months and then mom feeds them pre hewed food.
-Pumpkin leaves are harvested and sold for food...boy did we blow it when we were growing pumpkins!
-Can't even begin to tell you how many people in all three countries ask us about Trump. The papers have been full of articles about our elections. From what we see & hear, he'd get no votes in NZ, Aust or PNG. One Australian told me, "If Trump wins, I thinks it will destabilize the world."
-Not seeing a mirror in three weeks is kind of liberating!
-My mission diet is working again...lost the "pouch" I appropriately gained in Australia!
-My favorite sound today was curls of laughter coming from the house behind us...it may be primitive but full of joy...at times anyways!
Update #64: Future of PNG by Rog
No matter what the future brings for PNG I am sure that the people here will continue to face the challenges of their lives just as they are today- with smiling faces, a laugh( Aiiiiiiii!), and a willingness to help each other that is embedded in their lives as part of their culture.
Our experiences here have kept us on a roller coaster, but we can look forward to returning to our "normal" world. For those here,normal is totally different. Hayward suggested that it might take thousands of years for PNG to catch up to the rest of the world. When he said that I thought it was far too long and there should be hope that conditions will improve much sooner than that....just look at how far the USA has come in just over 200 years! Now I am thinking... Maybe he was right. The USA developed from Western Civilization, but PNG is rising from primitive culture.
Roads are being built all around Port Moresby. The new LNG (liquid natural gas) plant is big and exciting but essentially sealed off from the local population. Construction here is continuous and prices are high. Papuans see opportunity for wealth and jobs. But PNG has great obstacles to overcome-- Workers from Maylasia are brought here to build the roads because they have the skills and tools to get the job done, while locals remain unemployed and struggle to survivie. Maylasians also are building houses that are unaffordable for the Papauans ( $300,000 US). Foreign investors are making big profits as resources here are exploited (much to the dismay of many Papuans).
Many people from the provinces have come here to the Capital for opportunity but find too little. Most are unemployed, but many sell snacks or garden produce from makeshift stands to earn a few Kina. Cooks at Tembari got paid about $3.50/ day and teachers about $7/ day. Not great paying jobs but all done with love for the children.
As we have seen in many other developing countries, many Papuans appear content to live with basic necessities. By that I mean that as long as basic needs are met there is little reason to do more. They also correctly blame government corruption for the poor condition of all infrastructure in the country (esp. roads, bridges, power supply, water supply). Once again, leaders lining their pockets at the expense of the poor. Will this ever change?
850 languages have made communication extremely difficult. Each tribe has their own culture and the people all are very proud of their tribal customs. All seem intent on passing their own tribal traditions on to the next generation as that is a huge part of their identitiy. These traditions and culture are the fabric of the country...it is who they are and they let you know right away to which clan they belong. The clan is so close that they call each other brother or sister even though the actual relationship may be cousin or more distant. The fact that the men may have more than one wife leads to many half brothers/sisters which increases the size of the clan also. They are right to highly value their culture. But their culture may get in the way when trying to become a modern society...We have heard some tell about their home village where water, food and housing is free and you just live free. No bus fare, no job, no gasoline to buy. Sounds great -so why do they come to the city? Probably because there is also no electricity, no TV, no refrigerator, no cell phone, no excitement, no opportunity for a better life. They come here for opportunity and they look forward to having the benefits of the modern world. At the same time they also continue their cultural ways-which may prevent them from achieving individual success. For example they help each other in many ways...sharing homes with many members of their clan, helping to pay bride prices, helping to pay funeral prices, financially assisting in times of need, caring for children and elderly, etc. When we thanked Junior for being our host in PNG he replied, "I had no choice. My brother asked me to do it." No question... he will do whatever he can for members of his clan.
Sharing their time and their wealth is of utmost importance and this leads to the following thought...
In Oro province, PNG, there is a cultural taboo against one person having more than the rest-as I was told, "if one person has more, he will die. We don't want any one person to be better than the rest of us."
As societies move from primitive to modern we gain some things (wealth, independence,comfort) but we may also lose some things, too (shared lives, support in times of need, work/skill connections that bind us securely to one another). It appears that even when you succeed and think you have it all, you don't really have it all.
L
Our experiences here have kept us on a roller coaster, but we can look forward to returning to our "normal" world. For those here,normal is totally different. Hayward suggested that it might take thousands of years for PNG to catch up to the rest of the world. When he said that I thought it was far too long and there should be hope that conditions will improve much sooner than that....just look at how far the USA has come in just over 200 years! Now I am thinking... Maybe he was right. The USA developed from Western Civilization, but PNG is rising from primitive culture.
Roads are being built all around Port Moresby. The new LNG (liquid natural gas) plant is big and exciting but essentially sealed off from the local population. Construction here is continuous and prices are high. Papuans see opportunity for wealth and jobs. But PNG has great obstacles to overcome-- Workers from Maylasia are brought here to build the roads because they have the skills and tools to get the job done, while locals remain unemployed and struggle to survivie. Maylasians also are building houses that are unaffordable for the Papauans ( $300,000 US). Foreign investors are making big profits as resources here are exploited (much to the dismay of many Papuans).
Many people from the provinces have come here to the Capital for opportunity but find too little. Most are unemployed, but many sell snacks or garden produce from makeshift stands to earn a few Kina. Cooks at Tembari got paid about $3.50/ day and teachers about $7/ day. Not great paying jobs but all done with love for the children.
As we have seen in many other developing countries, many Papuans appear content to live with basic necessities. By that I mean that as long as basic needs are met there is little reason to do more. They also correctly blame government corruption for the poor condition of all infrastructure in the country (esp. roads, bridges, power supply, water supply). Once again, leaders lining their pockets at the expense of the poor. Will this ever change?
850 languages have made communication extremely difficult. Each tribe has their own culture and the people all are very proud of their tribal customs. All seem intent on passing their own tribal traditions on to the next generation as that is a huge part of their identitiy. These traditions and culture are the fabric of the country...it is who they are and they let you know right away to which clan they belong. The clan is so close that they call each other brother or sister even though the actual relationship may be cousin or more distant. The fact that the men may have more than one wife leads to many half brothers/sisters which increases the size of the clan also. They are right to highly value their culture. But their culture may get in the way when trying to become a modern society...We have heard some tell about their home village where water, food and housing is free and you just live free. No bus fare, no job, no gasoline to buy. Sounds great -so why do they come to the city? Probably because there is also no electricity, no TV, no refrigerator, no cell phone, no excitement, no opportunity for a better life. They come here for opportunity and they look forward to having the benefits of the modern world. At the same time they also continue their cultural ways-which may prevent them from achieving individual success. For example they help each other in many ways...sharing homes with many members of their clan, helping to pay bride prices, helping to pay funeral prices, financially assisting in times of need, caring for children and elderly, etc. When we thanked Junior for being our host in PNG he replied, "I had no choice. My brother asked me to do it." No question... he will do whatever he can for members of his clan.
Sharing their time and their wealth is of utmost importance and this leads to the following thought...
In Oro province, PNG, there is a cultural taboo against one person having more than the rest-as I was told, "if one person has more, he will die. We don't want any one person to be better than the rest of us."
As societies move from primitive to modern we gain some things (wealth, independence,comfort) but we may also lose some things, too (shared lives, support in times of need, work/skill connections that bind us securely to one another). It appears that even when you succeed and think you have it all, you don't really have it all.
L
Update #63: Gifts
I Since our first day at Tembari, we've been showered with gifts...from the teachers, cooks, students and also from the people living around and in the house where we are staying. We now have 9 string bags (everyone here carries this bag called a bilum), 3 Oro tribe fabric bags, 1 string shopping by, 6 shell necklaces...one with wild pig tusks, a shell wedding bracelet, an Oro hat made of bark & palms, a beanie hat, a meri blouse, a hand decorated Oro shirt and 2 grass skirts made of saso frong (coconut like staple food of the Kairuku tribe). It's humbling & so overwhelming to get gifts from those who have so little. After each gift was received, we got tight hugs and heard the same words, "Remember me. Remember PNG."
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Update #62: PNG Jokes (related by Rog)
After enjoying a farewell lunch with the teachers and Penny and Hayward, Penny announced that they must now take time to smoke and chew beetle nut as this is their custom following a meal. So some wandered off to do just that while others stayed and started to tell us some of their jokes and stories...many of them seemed to poke fun at anyone a lack of understanding of the English language, proper use of English, or the backward nature of someone recently moved to the city from a primitive village.
...A newly arrived American was being driven around Port Moresby in a taxi and after a short while he asked the taxi driver, "Is this area hostile?". "Yes", came the reply. "Hoss style, pig style, chicken style, and dog style!"
An Australian stopped by a market to look at some crafts and noticed some wood carvings of a native that looked very much like the man who was selling the carvings. He looked at the carving, then at the seller, then at the carving again, then again at the seller...trying to decide if the man had used himself as the model for his work as there was a great resemblance. The seller wanted to ask the man if he would like to buy his carving, but he said "You look like my carving?"
Riding around with a local driver on a typically hot day, the Australian stopped to get cold drinks for them...After a refreshing swig, the Australian said, "Fantastic!" (Wanting to show off his use of English) the driver took a swig and declared, "Coketastic!"
Riding on a bus a man noticed that very confused-looking man beside him was chewing paw paw seeds. He asked the man what the seeds do and he was told, "They make you think much better!" He thought that he should give it a try so he asked "How much to try it?". "Just one Kina for 20 seeds." He purchased some seeds and seemed to enjoy his ride for some time. Then the bus stopped at a market and he got off to buy a snack. At the market he saw paw paws...five for one Kina and each had about one hundred seeds!
When he got back on the bus he complained, "I paid too much for the seeds!"
"I see you are thinking much better already!"
A preacher was explaining to the congregation that God is always with you. He said, "Wherever you go, he go! Whatever you do, he do. Whenever you stay, he stay. Wherever you are, he are!"
A man took his son to swimming lessons and following the lesson many swimmers were returning to their parents but the man could not find his son. The boy was wearing a pair of swimmer's goggles and was unrecognizable to his father.
A couple went to see the judge to complete their divorce and the judge said, we will ask each of the five children with whom they will go. So he asked the first, "Will you go with the father or the mother?" The child replied, "Mother". So he asked the next child and again, "Mother".
When he got to the last child all previous answers had been "Mother" so the father said to the judge, "Will you please change the wording so that you ask this child, 'Will you go with the mother or the father?'"
The judge agreed to do this. But in the end the final child also answered "Mother".
Then the man said, "I ,too, want to go with the Mother!"
A woman was riding on the bus when the the fare collector called to her from the front of the bus saying, "Hey, you. Bus fare!" She turned around to see if there was someone behind her but didn't respond to him. So again, he looked at her and said "You. Bus Fare!" Again she turned around to see who he was speaking to. Once more he called to her, "Bus fare!"
Then she said, "The person you are talking to is out of your network area".
A priest was preparing to serve Holy Communion to a group of young people who were receiving their first Communion. As he turned with the platter of host in his hand a loose button fell from his shirt onto the platter. Communion proceeded as usual and following the service one boy asked his friend what he thought of the experience. He replied, "I thought that I would get the body of Christ, but I got the bone of Christ!"
...A newly arrived American was being driven around Port Moresby in a taxi and after a short while he asked the taxi driver, "Is this area hostile?". "Yes", came the reply. "Hoss style, pig style, chicken style, and dog style!"
An Australian stopped by a market to look at some crafts and noticed some wood carvings of a native that looked very much like the man who was selling the carvings. He looked at the carving, then at the seller, then at the carving again, then again at the seller...trying to decide if the man had used himself as the model for his work as there was a great resemblance. The seller wanted to ask the man if he would like to buy his carving, but he said "You look like my carving?"
Riding around with a local driver on a typically hot day, the Australian stopped to get cold drinks for them...After a refreshing swig, the Australian said, "Fantastic!" (Wanting to show off his use of English) the driver took a swig and declared, "Coketastic!"
Riding on a bus a man noticed that very confused-looking man beside him was chewing paw paw seeds. He asked the man what the seeds do and he was told, "They make you think much better!" He thought that he should give it a try so he asked "How much to try it?". "Just one Kina for 20 seeds." He purchased some seeds and seemed to enjoy his ride for some time. Then the bus stopped at a market and he got off to buy a snack. At the market he saw paw paws...five for one Kina and each had about one hundred seeds!
When he got back on the bus he complained, "I paid too much for the seeds!"
"I see you are thinking much better already!"
A preacher was explaining to the congregation that God is always with you. He said, "Wherever you go, he go! Whatever you do, he do. Whenever you stay, he stay. Wherever you are, he are!"
A man took his son to swimming lessons and following the lesson many swimmers were returning to their parents but the man could not find his son. The boy was wearing a pair of swimmer's goggles and was unrecognizable to his father.
A couple went to see the judge to complete their divorce and the judge said, we will ask each of the five children with whom they will go. So he asked the first, "Will you go with the father or the mother?" The child replied, "Mother". So he asked the next child and again, "Mother".
When he got to the last child all previous answers had been "Mother" so the father said to the judge, "Will you please change the wording so that you ask this child, 'Will you go with the mother or the father?'"
The judge agreed to do this. But in the end the final child also answered "Mother".
Then the man said, "I ,too, want to go with the Mother!"
A woman was riding on the bus when the the fare collector called to her from the front of the bus saying, "Hey, you. Bus fare!" She turned around to see if there was someone behind her but didn't respond to him. So again, he looked at her and said "You. Bus Fare!" Again she turned around to see who he was speaking to. Once more he called to her, "Bus fare!"
Then she said, "The person you are talking to is out of your network area".
A priest was preparing to serve Holy Communion to a group of young people who were receiving their first Communion. As he turned with the platter of host in his hand a loose button fell from his shirt onto the platter. Communion proceeded as usual and following the service one boy asked his friend what he thought of the experience. He replied, "I thought that I would get the body of Christ, but I got the bone of Christ!"
Saturday, March 19, 2016
Update #61
Picking up from my update on Tembari Troubles...first no teacher has had to leave...computer which was being help as a form of protest by teachers was returned without the charger...and finally charger was located in the original box. Miracles do happen...just takes a couple weeks. Next day, I spent from 10 - 3 teaching word processing to some pretty excited teaches. Only 2 of the 9 had ever even typed. Joe, the youngest, obviously had experience...he too was thrilled & teased others saying lessons would only cost $2. For the 3rd time, we asked Hayward if the locked area to store the computer & printer where teachers could access it was ready...I'll ask Penny...same answer. Next day, after I'd covered for the K teacher & Rog taught another science lesson, we started working with teachers whose students leave at 10, on the computer. Then an assembly was called for all students so they could elect a student leader...something they told the kids about last week & kids were selected as candidates. I continued teaching word processing & Rog went to the assembly. Teachers used the clapping technique we'd taught them to quiet the group, had the list of candidates on a large paper & a box for votes...that's when Hayward interrupted the assembly...told the kids the teachers had misbehaved & sent kids home. Guess he had not approved the assembly...though he is seldom around. Rog said watching the shock & humiliation on the teachers' faces was painful. I joined him and we went to get the printer from Hayward's office as we'd lost confidence in him & Penny. The security guard...who has been with Tembari for many years...said he'd store both at his house & allow teachers to use there. When Hayward heard--he exploded. Accused us of trying to take over, alternative motives for coming, white people not understanding PNG, trying to rush, rush, rush him...etc. It was rude & ugly. Rog actually got mad & told him we had only come to help & walked away. Hayward continue to shout at me as I sat silent. Finally I said we'd seen many donations end up not in the hands they were meant to be & we wanted the comp & printer in the teachers' hands. He left saying we'd discuss in a meeting the next morning after the kids left at 10. The teachers kept apologizing to us....like teaching in such horrid conditions isn't bad enough they have to put u with a control nut!! We showed up at 8:30 the next morning...big sign on classroom doors...NO SCHOOL FOR 2 WEEKS. We sat with the teachers...still apologizing. They said the fight had happened before we got there...Gordon (5 yr teacher, cousin of Penny) had walked away after Penny threaten to call police. Rog went to find & talk to him. He was so ashamed, anger, frustrated...of how we & the other teachers were treated. He said he was going to quit & return to his village. I sat with the other teachers & passed out our teaching supplies that we'd been using...books, playing cards, tablets ...since we won't need them Mon, which was to be our last day...& gave the cooks a bag of M & M's. Finally around 11, H & P served us a delicious picnic lunch of potato salad, coleslaw, sausage, rolls, fruit, chocolate bars & Coke. All sat around telling jokes & enjoying the meal. H & P gave us three ORO fabric bags & a photo of the kids. No meeting was held. Mindex & Jr arrived and we had a tearful goodbye with the female teachers & cooks, hugged the males & shook hands with H & P--who said, "Thank you for coming. Understand in PNG no one likes to see another have more money...if they do, they will kill them." Heavy words! So we're bringing the computer home (can't take it back) and giving the printer to Jr. So ends the saga of the computer & printer.
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Update #60
I At around 4pm weekdays, the cooks gather around 150-200 kids in a that have been milling around the area. They sing: We Are Family, Jesus Loves the Little Children & a few other in Pidgin. Then they recite the Our Father & the cooks start passing out bowls from a huge pot cooked over a wood fire. Rice or noodles with a touch of meat & vege. We're told the kids are orphans, homeless or just dirt poor. This feeding program started about 15 years ago...the school a few years later. Tembari means Traveler/Temporary...so many that live around here & PM are just that. Though we haven't seen it or felt it--somewhere or sometime in Hayward & Penny's heart there must be a caring & kind spot. We know there are many who sponsor Tembari...one reason we decided to come...and don't have any idea how much the donation amount to. Many have told us they get far more than they spend on food & the school. The need is obvious. Kids are hungry. So we decided to purchase some food. Hayward gave us a hefty list...we chose to purchase the canned meat. Jr went & got the best deal he could & delivered it to Tembari. (No thanks given to him or us from Hayward...that's another story). It was the right thing to do for the kids & sure made the cooks' day!
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Update #59
We feel like many PNG see us as the Great White Hope. Tonight it was Bob--landlord's son. He came to talk to us about investing in his coffee crop. Basically, help him buy license to sell & export green coffee beans to us in USA. He spoke with such enthusiasm...it was difficult to tell him we and no one we knew was in a position to help him. Though you could feel his Hope evaporate ...he was thankful that we'd listened. Bob was the 3rd or 4th who'd come to us with their dream. Then Bob spoke with anger about the Malaysians & Australians who have come to PNG & are making "millions"--right under their noises...while they beg for jobs. Jr recently expressed the same anger. Both said Australians won't even let a PNG enter their offices. We were relieved to hear both say they love Americans & feel well treated by them. What a shame that those who might be able to invest will probably never meet these PNG hopefuls.
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Update #58
We never know what our day at Tembari school will bring. No two have been the same. Many teachers have been sick...so we're subs somedays coming up with lessons on the spot. With Kindergarten, I've never seen such chaos...even getting their attention for 2 min is tough! They probably don't understand English & think nothing of wrestling, poking each other, leaving to get an icy pop, throwing paper wads, etc...all in a group of 60+ in a 6 x 10 hotter than xxxx shipping crate. I usually end up taking them outside...then it's dirt they throw & other wandering students come to harasses...you get the picture...add runny noses with no tissue. Fortunately the upper grades each get a bit better and teaching in the 4 & 5 really happens...sparks fly a few times! By this grade, many of the kids are 13 or more. Our lesson plans have included: reading alouds, skip counting, poems & teaching songs like:
Down by the Bay (rhyming words) and There Was A Tree (science). We never know when the day will end...too hot, no water, rain coming, upset owner....each day is unique but always filled with so many hugs & smiles.
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Down by the Bay (rhyming words) and There Was A Tree (science). We never know when the day will end...too hot, no water, rain coming, upset owner....each day is unique but always filled with so many hugs & smiles.
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Update #57
Tonight we found ourselves (at our landlord, Joel's encouragement) in the middle of a field sitting under a tarp in the pouring rain with a crowd of locals. A massive amount of cooked pig and other cooked greens were laid out on banana leaves & then covered with banana leaves. We were at a House Cry. Behind us sat the window--her husband had been the chief of the clan. I sat next to a man (and also under a hole in the tarp) who was pleased to translate for me & thanked me for experiencing some of his culture. One at a time, men got up to thank people for the food and donations. Joel was especially thanked as "he is not one of our tribe an but walked many miles with our chief. Tell your clan about Joel's gifts so all know." (The gathering was on Joel's land & he'd provided lots of the food.). At one point, a late arriving group of relatives came walking up the muddy drive...a distant wailing increased in volume as they came closer. Then the widow and a few others began to wail. A high pitch, mournful sound that pierced your heart. The wailing turned into a song sang with such grief: "Who will I walk with? Who will I talk to? Who will hunt? My Chief. My Chief." When the wailing softened, a man told us how much $$ was collected (about $2800) & exactly how it was going to be spent: $$ for transporting body to home village, $$ for widow's plant tkt, etc.. Next the food was to be divided among the clans--with the deceased's mother's family clan first. I gave the widow a long hug. Many thanked us for coming...and we told them we were honored to be there. We quietly slipped...actually almost literally slipped in the wet, red mud...away with Ruby & a man who offered to drive us home. Got home @ 10...soaked, muddy, but with memories of a unique cultural event: a House Cry. This is the way they share their grief. Had it been their child who died, they would have cut off a finger...or even a hand. And had the House Cry taken place in their home village, many men would be covered with dirt to signify from dust to dust...and would run around with swords & axes charging at others...and this would last for days...each louder & more intense. PNG is but a blink away from the days when only tribal ways ruled. Just 35 years ago, the kina shell was the currency. We see glimpses of it often and feel its overwhelming presence everywhere.
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Update #55
Bikus Yu
Bikpela Jisas
Olsum Yu
Bikpela Tumas
Lookim
Translation:
Because of You
Big Fellow Jesus
Awesome You
Big Fellow Too Much (expression for God)
Look at Him
It always gives me goosebumps to sing & praise God with a church full of locals...mostly woman. We sang the above song in Pidgin English and then in English we sang a song we sing at DUMC--Here I Am to Worship. A butterfly flew by while we were singing--always a sign to me that my Mom is close. Big goosebumps! Though we were the only whites, we felt so connected. The sermon was on God's awesome love for us--pretty easy for me to believe as He has blessed me so much...but I wondered how those around me felt. A quote in the bulletin popped out at me:
Praise God for "challenges" in life...it is during these times that we truly experience His power and presence in our lives and protection over us His children. Thank you Father for this gift of life in all its fullness." Kiri
I know this to be true and have seen how strong faith is in so many dire situations we have seen in our travels. My prayer today was that these people surrounding me would truly feel His amazing love. The minister ended his message reminding us that we much show we're Christians by our actions, words & how we live our lives...a true challenge to those who have so little...and thus of us that have so much.
The praise band was excellent & sincere. The church itself was a large metal shed, cement floor, mic, big screen & lots of fans...thank goodness. Bulletin reported last week's collection was almost $6000. Wow! At one point it started to pour...the rain on the metal roof made it impossible to hear the minister even with his mic...but the sermon went on. At the end, 8 young people came to the front as they were going to be baptized. They were asked to answer 3 questions--but just like in our classes--not one answered...so the minister said, "I do." Then into the pouring rain they went to the baptismal pool where they were dunked. Kinda a double baptism.
As we sat waiting for our ride, a man came up to talk to us about the church's vision of cell groups...based on The Purpose Driven Life...same book our church studied. It really is a small world which is trying in any ways to be more united. The man shook his head looking amazed as he was leaving & said, "Imagine, I was just talking to people from half way around the world!"
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Bikpela Jisas
Olsum Yu
Bikpela Tumas
Lookim
Translation:
Because of You
Big Fellow Jesus
Awesome You
Big Fellow Too Much (expression for God)
Look at Him
It always gives me goosebumps to sing & praise God with a church full of locals...mostly woman. We sang the above song in Pidgin English and then in English we sang a song we sing at DUMC--Here I Am to Worship. A butterfly flew by while we were singing--always a sign to me that my Mom is close. Big goosebumps! Though we were the only whites, we felt so connected. The sermon was on God's awesome love for us--pretty easy for me to believe as He has blessed me so much...but I wondered how those around me felt. A quote in the bulletin popped out at me:
Praise God for "challenges" in life...it is during these times that we truly experience His power and presence in our lives and protection over us His children. Thank you Father for this gift of life in all its fullness." Kiri
I know this to be true and have seen how strong faith is in so many dire situations we have seen in our travels. My prayer today was that these people surrounding me would truly feel His amazing love. The minister ended his message reminding us that we much show we're Christians by our actions, words & how we live our lives...a true challenge to those who have so little...and thus of us that have so much.
The praise band was excellent & sincere. The church itself was a large metal shed, cement floor, mic, big screen & lots of fans...thank goodness. Bulletin reported last week's collection was almost $6000. Wow! At one point it started to pour...the rain on the metal roof made it impossible to hear the minister even with his mic...but the sermon went on. At the end, 8 young people came to the front as they were going to be baptized. They were asked to answer 3 questions--but just like in our classes--not one answered...so the minister said, "I do." Then into the pouring rain they went to the baptismal pool where they were dunked. Kinda a double baptism.
As we sat waiting for our ride, a man came up to talk to us about the church's vision of cell groups...based on The Purpose Driven Life...same book our church studied. It really is a small world which is trying in any ways to be more united. The man shook his head looking amazed as he was leaving & said, "Imagine, I was just talking to people from half way around the world!"
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Update #54
Saturday plans changed...no surprise...Kay's daughter sick. So when Rog noticed the women doing the wash...out I went. The scene: right behind the bathroom, a mountain of clothes, a young girl (Anna, daughter-in-law of Grace) scrubbing vigorously with bar soap & brush in a tub of water, hose with running water in a basket of washed clothes: Grace sitting crossed legged on a raised platform (probably septic tank) covered with old can, dried paintbrushes & a variety of other junk: looking in a broken triangular shaped mirror propped up with point down on an old paint can where her cell phone sat and cutting her hair with scissors; Grace's sister rocking her naked sleeping child. How could I not jump right into that scene??? Refusing to listen to their protest, I picked up a brush & started scrubbing. Anna looked at me and asked, "In America, you have washing machine." "Yes, but in PNG I have pail & brush." Everyone belly laughed. We had a great time learning more about each other. I heard all about Anna's future wedding party...here the groom's family pays for the bride to her family. (Later heard one guy paid almost $7000 plus pigs, flour etc). Anna also talked about college classes she is taking. Then Grace grabbed the hose, pulled down the top of her muu muu & lathered herself up. She shouted, "Miss Jane, snap (take picture) me!!" And stuck out her tongue & popped out her eyes. Sure wish I'd had my camera!! She is such a nut. After she rinsed off, she opened a bottle of dark dye & applied it with a plastic bag around her hand. Anna evidently was doing was for her extended family. She worked diligently and with much energy. After about an hour, I was tired & hungry. As I was saying goodbye, Grace spoke in her broken English words I will treasure: "Miss Jane. I have memory of you...white girl washing clothes. You smile. You laugh. You share. You Christian. Other whites no smile. Look away."
Update #50
Here's a bunch of random notes I've jotted down:
-Grace rides to/from school with her daughter, Joyce on the bus as kids are kidnapped for $$.
-Indians & Asians are coming to PNG to be chefs so lots of Indian & Chinese food on menus.
-Malaysians are the biggest land buys & are building lots of factories here. They hire PNG to do the low pay, short term grunt jobs only.
-Rog & I have more food stored in the landlords frig than they do...and they feed about 8 - 10 people every day!
-The cleaning lady's son recently died so Grace prepared a huge pot of food for them. Since they are also from Mt. Hagen area...the food was their traditional food. Grace brought us a huge bowl of it also...which we devoured...beat pbj sandwiches!! First she built a wood fire, filled a pot with water. When it started to boil, she added ferns, then topped it with chicken, sweet potatoes, bananas & finally, grated coconut. When you eat the fern, you strip the vine with your fingers which leaves you with a small bunch of greens. The bananas tasted very much like potatoes. We are lucky to be with such generous & friendly people!
-Jr's matter-of-factly advise to us before we entered a market: Do not go count your money or someone will surely poke you with a knife. We heeded his advise.
-Ants do not respect teachers while they are teaching and will bite their toes causing much pain & blisters. I know from first hand experience.
-Grace rides to/from school with her daughter, Joyce on the bus as kids are kidnapped for $$.
-Indians & Asians are coming to PNG to be chefs so lots of Indian & Chinese food on menus.
-Malaysians are the biggest land buys & are building lots of factories here. They hire PNG to do the low pay, short term grunt jobs only.
-Rog & I have more food stored in the landlords frig than they do...and they feed about 8 - 10 people every day!
-The cleaning lady's son recently died so Grace prepared a huge pot of food for them. Since they are also from Mt. Hagen area...the food was their traditional food. Grace brought us a huge bowl of it also...which we devoured...beat pbj sandwiches!! First she built a wood fire, filled a pot with water. When it started to boil, she added ferns, then topped it with chicken, sweet potatoes, bananas & finally, grated coconut. When you eat the fern, you strip the vine with your fingers which leaves you with a small bunch of greens. The bananas tasted very much like potatoes. We are lucky to be with such generous & friendly people!
-Jr's matter-of-factly advise to us before we entered a market: Do not go count your money or someone will surely poke you with a knife. We heeded his advise.
-Ants do not respect teachers while they are teaching and will bite their toes causing much pain & blisters. I know from first hand experience.
Thursday, March 17, 2016
Update #53
It's been 10 days of living in a 8 x 10 room with a small fan & thin mat. We store bottled water & Coke Zero under our table & on top we stack food, books, TP, used ziplock bags, 2 cut off water bottles (our cups), 2 styrofoam trays (our plates), sunscreen, bug spray & few other odds & ends. Towels & slightly dirty clothes hang from chairs & curtain rods. Suitcases lay open and over flowing in the corners of the room. The fan moves to where we sit. Showers are cold...which is actually a good thing...but like so many other things...we never know when the water will be on. Dogs fight, frogs croak, neighbors burn garbage & vehicles filled with noisy passengers outside our window. Salamanders, various insects, lines of ants are frequent roommates...cockroaches just occasionally. We live better than most PNG that we see here around PM. Many new developments are usually for the Malaysians. Yesterday we stopped at a hotel to use wifi. It was plush & filled with foreigners paying $300 a night...we're paying $30. Am I jealous...only a little. They have the amenities. We have the PNG people.
Update #52
Note: We are sure the girl who took it will be dealt with by the teachers & other students...she had even taken a few pictures of her friend. Hope she learns a valuable & lasting lesson!!Another day...another peanut or pbj sandwich. But today we had added excitement. After dismissing the 5th grade class I'd been teaching, I picked up my bag which I'd left at the back of the room...it was lighter than usual. My camera was gone. I told Gordon, a teacher & he hugged me saying sorry, sorry, sorry. Within in minutes, several other teachers, the cooks & a few lingering parents & students were having a pow wow--I heard the word for police. Kids were given a couple kina ($$) and send out in several directions. It was a tense time and everyone kept apologizing and were agonizingly distressed. I felt terrible for not keeping my bag closer to me. In less than 15 minutes, the mood quickly changed to joy when the camera was returned...which I captured on my camera!
Update #51
The clan & tribe culture and customs is still very much a part of PNG today. There are over 130 tribes which are broken down into clans. Clan rules are deeply rooted like who can marry who & how many wives they can have. Also sons always inherit father's land...which over the years has meant each plot inherited is getting smaller. The riches man is the clan leader. Each clan has it's own language--over 800 in PNG not counting the many dialects! Most speak several languages: local, mother's tongue, neighboring communities. Pidgin English (Tok Pisin) is the common language. English for business. Though I'd love to see their cultural outfits, dress here is very common with men in short or pants & shirts. Woman usually wear a brightly colored tunic top over a skirt. Our newest neighbor, Gibson, a young man who is a rep to the UN for PNG clans, told us elected Gov't officials are duty bound to their tribe/clan so it gets in the way of being effective. He also said many people leave their village & come to PM for the chance to make money so they can buy things like TV & cell phones. But in PM, they can't usually find jobs & life is difficult...they log for their clan & its simple life. They end up living close to their tribesmen where they find undeniable closeness.
As I mentioned before, the first thing people tell you when they meet you is what region they are from. Most of our students are from the Oro region. Most of our free time is spent with people from Mt. Hagen...and we have heard so much about what they call "Paradise"...almost wish we could go there. When they speak of Mt. Hagen they smile widely saying there people lavishly show much love to each other. There is much hand shaking and hand clapping. When they see each other on the street, they shout with vigor, "Hey Man, Where you Go?"...and then belly laugh. Jr tells about their favorite activity of storytelling where everyone laughs loudly at the same time in the same tone and then somehow stop in sync...and the story continues. They grow many types of vegetable & fruits, water is plentiful and homes are made out of local materials without cost. It is also the area where a huge festival featuring 75 tribes is held each year. Sure wish we could be there then!!! It's in the mountains, no road access but 45 min flight which cost about $125. Grace keeps saying to me, "I take you to Mt. Hagen. We go!" Tempting!!
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