Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Friday, January 23, 2009
Monday, January 19, 2009
Thank you "sew" much! Enjoy!
"In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends."
Martin Luther King Jr.
If you have ever had the opportunity to travel across the USA you realize how very LARGE this place is. Diverse. And not that old. So much opportunity, and so many growing pains. Growing up on the West Coast I was guilty, without even knowing it, of intellectually compartmentalizing the Civil Rights Movement in our country, even though I have been alive for most of it. (Even if I was a toddler) Theoretically, as I grew older, I believed I understood. Of course, I supported it. Fast forward 30 plus years, when I moved to Georgia. I found that I did not have a clue. I really did not understand what it meant to have to use a back door to an establishment, because of skin color, if allowed there at all. To have to use a separate drinking fountain, sit at a certain place on the bus, go to a 'separate but equal' (NOT) school. The reason I no longer intellectualize it is because people I know have told me about their experiences, living this life. One friend, who is a public school teacher, told me that her parents encouraged them, actually demanded from them, that they not follow the law in this respect. That they use the front door, the drinking fountain, etc. That was in South Georgia in the early 60's. Their parents, who were school teachers also, told them they were not to treat themselves as lesser citizens, so they didn't. To my knowledge they were never arrested. My friend Jane told me in detail about her high school, and the second hand, hand me down (from the white schools), outdated textbooks they were forced to use. They never, ever, had a new textbook.
The movie "Guess Who's Coming to Dinner?" released in 1967 caused quite a stir, and I was old enough to remember my parents talking about it. Because in some states, interracial marriage was still against the law.(!!!) Mom and Dad went to see it, I think she made him. Good on her!
I did not understand all these things. Segregation had not existed where I grew up. That is not to say that racism against African-Americans did not thrive: we bought a house in California in 1992 that was built in 1948. It had an original clause in it's early contracts stating that "Negro" persons were not allowed to buy it. Or even live in it. The clause was over-ruled by law in 1963. All of that was in the original paperwork. And even in the early '80's, when one of my childhood friends married a black cop from Santa Rosa, our California community was atwitter. My son in San Francisco tells me he is frequently asked about the 'racist South'; all the while, he's looking around wondering where all the black people are. They are not working in his places of business, nor are they generally customers. That's today.
There is much more I could say, but my goal is to state facts and share my experience and not politicize these issues. Obviously the issues are widespread, and obviously progress has been made. And I am grateful to the man who's legacy we celebrate today, who took a stand against moral evil even though it cost him his life. Because of my family, this battle has become my battle. But because of him, I have my family.
Friday, January 16, 2009
Monday, January 12, 2009
Once you experience Haiti, it's difficult not to feel the pull. I understand this man's passion at least to a tiny degree and I admire his tenacity. He uses his money and his influence to try to make Haiti a better place. I'm sure he faces plenty of opposition in this, but he refuses to give up. This is his homeland. He refuses to give up on these people, and God Bless Him for that.
This link goes to his organization. Certain products that are on the market contribute directly to his charity. For example, I bought a Caribbean music CD, and that record label contributes a certain % of sale to Yele Haiti.
Friday, January 9, 2009
- I noted the damage from the huge forest fire, and also the regrowth
- We stayed at the Super 8 in Jackson Hole, with no resevervations and it was pretty clean and pretty cheap. Also, it was Party City. FYI
- I was amazed at the Bison population explosion. They are everywhere now! Moose too.
- I saw a car with Georgia tags in the parking lot at the grocery in Jackson Hole (that's a long drive!)
- We froze our butts off, I couldn't believe how much it snowed in May!
- It was the last time I saw my Dad on this earth.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
I had to go back to work on Sunday. Usually this time of year we don't work on Sunday, but because we are operating in the middle of a big construction project and they had to do some work on our existing building, we had to go in and get the place back together for operations on Monday. It took all I had to be at work, although I was all jacked up on Thera-flu. I also went to the doctor on Monday and got some antibiotic etc. Too late. I completely relapsed yesterday and had no choice but to stay in bed all day. Again. But...I knew the meds were starting to work because the sore throat I'd had for over a week finally went away.
I am patient about alot of things, but I am not patient about being sick. I really, really hate it. Thus, the denial. Oddly, when it comes to my children, I am completely different, and have to fight the urge to be an alarmist and rush them to the doctor over every runny nose.
At any rate, I'm on the (real) road to recovery, and grateful for that. I'm also eye-balling my 'to-do' list, which has become longer, and frustrates me.
So...don't be like me. And next year I WILL get my flu shot!
Friday, January 2, 2009
In 2009, it looks like these girls will finally come home. Perhaps even early 2009. They have been submitted for passports, which is the very last stage of the Haitian process. Once those are obtained, their files are submitted to USCIS for visa approval. Somewhere in there they have a medical examination. The birth parent interview has been completed and there is no request for DNA. That sounds like clear sailing, doesn't it? Alas, there is no such thing in adoption matters! Because human error---as in paperwork in any of these latter stages---can, and has occurred. And that causes delay. Not that I am trying to jinx us, it's just the reality and I have to do my best to be prepared for it. However, the orphanage director says they are coming home soon! So I am praying that this is the case!