Monday-Sunday, May 3-9, 2010
The highlights from this week sadly included the fact that so many of us were struggling with some physical ailments. School with the children was a challenge because Riah and Tessa had been diagnosed with scabies. Of course, that diagnosis left the rest of us hyper-sensitive to our own itchy skin and made life practically unbearable for them until the medicine started to work.
Wednesday, Nicole came down with something so I "led" Bibliotec in the afternoon. It was a much more relaxed event than normal, but I took Bingo to play and some paper, pencils, and crayons to allow for coloring. The time went well for the majority, but by the end I had come down with a headache unbeknownst to me which didn't help with the children decided they didn't want to listen or respect me. Despite the designated time having passed, this combination led to an abrupt ending to our time together. I ate dinner, briefly decompressed, and went to bed.
The rest of the week was touch and go for me as far as an illness was concerned. The Carlins and I left on Friday for a weekend in Jacmel, but I was not interested in much of anything. I did walk down to the beach on Saturday afternoon for a spectacular view, particularly as I gazed back up at the hotel (unfortunately I forgot my camera in the room). The traveling did not help my stomach at all.
The drive back on Sunday was quite memorable in some ways. Mike and I sat in the truck bed with Clement. It rained, so we covered our laps and the bags in the back with a tarp. The guys were cold by the time we reached the top of the mountain and took towels to wrap over their heads. Mike commented that he felt like old women. I joked about the fact that I didn't need my long-sleeve shirt as protection from the sun afterall. Haitians on the road seemed to really enjoy the sight of a couple of blans getting wet. In the last 10 minutes of the drive, I saw a moto (motorcyle) with 5 people on it, Mimi (our driver) forgot about the last bump in the road and bounced us practically right out of the truck, and a SUV full of drunk guys yelled for our attention as they passed us just to immediately turn off on a side road. The roads in Haiti are known for their danger. This day proved the vast number of ways that danger can present itself.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
almost famous
Sunday, May 2, 2010
In church this morning, I began to connect some of the dots in language. Even in Haiti, church has its own vocabulary at times. The pastor has copied songs and distributed those papers to the congregants. As I sat in the service, I began to translate some of the words I didn't know. The songs actually made sense thanks to the rest of the Kreyol I have been learning. It helps to know that I'm singing words I believe and not just some randomness.
In the afternoon I went for another walk. Before I even passed the end of our fence, I was joined by 3 of my little friends. They kept circling me, each trying to get a better grasp of my hands/fingers. It made walking difficult, but their enthusiasm made me smile. They asked to show me their houses, as they have on other occasions. I agreed finally. As we walked off the beach and through the banana plants, heads began turning. Most smiled and welcomed me. Many of the children knew me and some joined our group. I was introduced to families and friends. Some showed me where their houses were, now piles of rubble with a few columns standing or structures with compromised walls. They pointed out the tarps or huts where they were now sleeping. Adults invited me to sit down and talk with them, but I knew I was expected back at the compound and wanted to try to see the other child's house before I had to return. Little did I realize this meant walking to the nearest tent camp, winding through the narrow pathways to an "open-door" where one of their mothers slept. The children insisted on waking her, but I don't think she was overjoyed to see me standing there when she sat up. She was cordial, and thankfully I still needed to return home.
On the walk back, our numbers doubled. I now had at least a dozen children vying for my attention. Some of them I regularly saw and interacted with, but others were relatively new. Before I was half-way home, they were hanging on my arms and fighting for the right to walk directly next to me. The older children were instructing the younger ones to give me space and stop. The farther we went, the more attention we drew. After a while, I was beginning to feel as if the paparazzi was following me which is a strange experience but is the closest description I can imagine. Many people in the local village recognize me and know my name. They use it frequently, calling out just to say hello. I don't know half of them, but somehow I stand out in their memories, even if they've only seen me in passing :)
The rains may have finally decided to come today. We had an amazing storm in the early evening, and despite the storm, God still provided an amazing sunset with the sun's rays appearing to jut upwards above the house. I enjoyed walking in the rain to gather some vegetables for dinner. Instead of spending time watching a movie, I was occupied watching the sky lit up by various shades of lightning. I never knew lightning could be so colorful: green, blue, purple, and pink. Oh the things I am learning. Hopefully the rainy season will finally come for the sake of the farmers here.
In church this morning, I began to connect some of the dots in language. Even in Haiti, church has its own vocabulary at times. The pastor has copied songs and distributed those papers to the congregants. As I sat in the service, I began to translate some of the words I didn't know. The songs actually made sense thanks to the rest of the Kreyol I have been learning. It helps to know that I'm singing words I believe and not just some randomness.
In the afternoon I went for another walk. Before I even passed the end of our fence, I was joined by 3 of my little friends. They kept circling me, each trying to get a better grasp of my hands/fingers. It made walking difficult, but their enthusiasm made me smile. They asked to show me their houses, as they have on other occasions. I agreed finally. As we walked off the beach and through the banana plants, heads began turning. Most smiled and welcomed me. Many of the children knew me and some joined our group. I was introduced to families and friends. Some showed me where their houses were, now piles of rubble with a few columns standing or structures with compromised walls. They pointed out the tarps or huts where they were now sleeping. Adults invited me to sit down and talk with them, but I knew I was expected back at the compound and wanted to try to see the other child's house before I had to return. Little did I realize this meant walking to the nearest tent camp, winding through the narrow pathways to an "open-door" where one of their mothers slept. The children insisted on waking her, but I don't think she was overjoyed to see me standing there when she sat up. She was cordial, and thankfully I still needed to return home.
On the walk back, our numbers doubled. I now had at least a dozen children vying for my attention. Some of them I regularly saw and interacted with, but others were relatively new. Before I was half-way home, they were hanging on my arms and fighting for the right to walk directly next to me. The older children were instructing the younger ones to give me space and stop. The farther we went, the more attention we drew. After a while, I was beginning to feel as if the paparazzi was following me which is a strange experience but is the closest description I can imagine. Many people in the local village recognize me and know my name. They use it frequently, calling out just to say hello. I don't know half of them, but somehow I stand out in their memories, even if they've only seen me in passing :)
The rains may have finally decided to come today. We had an amazing storm in the early evening, and despite the storm, God still provided an amazing sunset with the sun's rays appearing to jut upwards above the house. I enjoyed walking in the rain to gather some vegetables for dinner. Instead of spending time watching a movie, I was occupied watching the sky lit up by various shades of lightning. I never knew lightning could be so colorful: green, blue, purple, and pink. Oh the things I am learning. Hopefully the rainy season will finally come for the sake of the farmers here.
arbor day
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Today was a special day for Haiti and especially for our project. Arbor day had come once again and parties were in order throughout the country. Within the CODEP project, two parties were transpiring. At one point, an idea had been discussed where the Carlin family and I would be attending both. We were to be the honored guests. We did go to one of the parties, but for reasons I still don't understand we did not travel on to the next one.
Joyful celebrating announced the festivities as the people in the mountain gathered together. Silhoe, where we helped erect the tents a while ago, was the chosen location for the day's events. People lined all the available space up the hill and congregated under every shaded space until they were forced to stand in the sun. Straw hats, some with various shades of brown, pink, and green, were being sold and purchased by many. Vendors established "corners" to sell snack treats, which indicated the morning started well before we arrived.
In past years, we would have walked through portions of the project and people would have worked to plant some trees. However this year, the rains haven't come and it was decided that it would be wasteful to plant the little trees from the nurseries until the grounds were truly saturated. Instead we moved right to the welcome speeches and meal. Various community/project leaders addressed the crowd. The school children performed some songs and marches for everyone. The blans were presented and thanked. A band including a guitar, trombone, trumpet, and drums among other instruments played select pieces. As people were dismissed, they danced in progression seemingly to designated areas.
The Carlins and I, along with the staff we brought and a few other prominent community members, were seated under one of the larger tents to await food. We were served first. Nicole was expected to serve for the group there. I was introduced to "Haitian portions" which is literally a mound of food covering the plate. An authentic meal of diri kole, poul, pickliz, and legime yo were served (rice with beans, chicken, hot cabbage relish, and vegetables which we don't eat off the compound because chances are they have not been treated for us).
The morning for us was mostly sitting under this tent observing the gaiety around us. I was surprised by the amount of chatting that occurred during the welcome speeches. I enjoyed seeing the smiling faces of all. Being an honored guest when only a handful of the people had even met me was uncomfortable. Eating in front of the Haitians, especially the children, was difficult despite the knowledge that they would be served lunch in short time (the large group had to served in shifts).
One man I saw at the party was moving around using his hands. At first I thought he must have been injured in the earthquake, but then I saw his deformed feet and realized he was likely born without the ability to use his feet and therefore legs. He was probably in his 50s, but he got around as well as anyone else I know. His feet curled underneath his body as a chair. His arms practically acted as legs while his knees seemed to offer some assistance in propelling forward motion. Once again, I was struck by the many blessings I have as an American and as a person with a fully functioning body. There's a joke that Haiti is not handicap accessible. Either that is only true for people coming from other nations or people in Haiti aren't handicap due to a basic need to survive.
I almost experienced riding in a Tap-Tap today (the "public" transportation system). On our way up to the party, we had quite a truck full of people... 12 people in a crew cab pickup. You might think that's a lot, but on the way down the mountain I believe the number reached 17 total. I honestly believe we would have found a little more space for another individual had the need existed. Tap-taps operate the same way.
Today was a special day for Haiti and especially for our project. Arbor day had come once again and parties were in order throughout the country. Within the CODEP project, two parties were transpiring. At one point, an idea had been discussed where the Carlin family and I would be attending both. We were to be the honored guests. We did go to one of the parties, but for reasons I still don't understand we did not travel on to the next one.
Joyful celebrating announced the festivities as the people in the mountain gathered together. Silhoe, where we helped erect the tents a while ago, was the chosen location for the day's events. People lined all the available space up the hill and congregated under every shaded space until they were forced to stand in the sun. Straw hats, some with various shades of brown, pink, and green, were being sold and purchased by many. Vendors established "corners" to sell snack treats, which indicated the morning started well before we arrived.
In past years, we would have walked through portions of the project and people would have worked to plant some trees. However this year, the rains haven't come and it was decided that it would be wasteful to plant the little trees from the nurseries until the grounds were truly saturated. Instead we moved right to the welcome speeches and meal. Various community/project leaders addressed the crowd. The school children performed some songs and marches for everyone. The blans were presented and thanked. A band including a guitar, trombone, trumpet, and drums among other instruments played select pieces. As people were dismissed, they danced in progression seemingly to designated areas.
The Carlins and I, along with the staff we brought and a few other prominent community members, were seated under one of the larger tents to await food. We were served first. Nicole was expected to serve for the group there. I was introduced to "Haitian portions" which is literally a mound of food covering the plate. An authentic meal of diri kole, poul, pickliz, and legime yo were served (rice with beans, chicken, hot cabbage relish, and vegetables which we don't eat off the compound because chances are they have not been treated for us).
The morning for us was mostly sitting under this tent observing the gaiety around us. I was surprised by the amount of chatting that occurred during the welcome speeches. I enjoyed seeing the smiling faces of all. Being an honored guest when only a handful of the people had even met me was uncomfortable. Eating in front of the Haitians, especially the children, was difficult despite the knowledge that they would be served lunch in short time (the large group had to served in shifts).
One man I saw at the party was moving around using his hands. At first I thought he must have been injured in the earthquake, but then I saw his deformed feet and realized he was likely born without the ability to use his feet and therefore legs. He was probably in his 50s, but he got around as well as anyone else I know. His feet curled underneath his body as a chair. His arms practically acted as legs while his knees seemed to offer some assistance in propelling forward motion. Once again, I was struck by the many blessings I have as an American and as a person with a fully functioning body. There's a joke that Haiti is not handicap accessible. Either that is only true for people coming from other nations or people in Haiti aren't handicap due to a basic need to survive.
I almost experienced riding in a Tap-Tap today (the "public" transportation system). On our way up to the party, we had quite a truck full of people... 12 people in a crew cab pickup. You might think that's a lot, but on the way down the mountain I believe the number reached 17 total. I honestly believe we would have found a little more space for another individual had the need existed. Tap-taps operate the same way.
po ko (not yet)
Wednesday-Friday, April 28-30, 2010
As I continue with my routine activities, I find myself pondering my observations more and more frequently. With time, I have become more and more curious about life in Haiti and have not yet determined answers to so many of these questions. I desire to better understand what I see and what interactions mean to Haitians. What is appropriate? How do they interpret each other's actions? How do they interpret the actions of blans? Does my understanding of a word or action match their understanding of the very same thing?
For instance, I rarely take my camera on my walks along the beach. Occasionally I take it for a reason, but not often. On Wednesday, I took with me when Nicole, her children, and I walked with the Bibliotec children to see where they were keeping their plants we'd assisting them with in previous weeks. The Haitian children wanted very specific pictures taken with their plants, which translates culturally. But some children who don't attend Bibliotec joined the walk after some time. Many of them I knew from my frequent walks. They also wanted their picture taken ...but at least part of the reason is because they want me to print the photo and bring it to them later. I have known this reality for some time now, but don't hesitate to explain that I only have the ability to see the photo but not make one to hold. Some people will then continue on without having their picture taken.
Some of the older children also began a conversation with me about the differences between the past directors and Mike and Nicole. These children frequently say that Mike and Nicole are cheap/stingy because they don't give hand outs or treat the children on the beach the same as the previous directors did. I don't have enough Kreyol to better explain the motivations, which in the course of the conversation I realized was probably OK because I'm not sure the reasons would actually help the situation. The children miss Kathy and Rick, which is only natural. They want life to be different, which is only natural. Trying to explain different philosophies on missions and helping people doesn't always make sense to adults, much less to teenagers and children. Add the cultural differences to the mix and I'm convinced time is practically the only way to properly communicate these thoughts (through developed, ongoing relationships).
Questions about life in general are constantly crossing my mind. On Friday afternoon while we drove to visit friends of the Carlins, I got the chance to talk about life as I've seen in the states with Guito as he discussed life here in Haiti as he has known it. Guito works on the compound. He's in his mid- to late-twenties, 27 if I remember correctly. He has chosen to remain single so far and shared some of his reasons, such as recognizing the need for money before becoming responsible to feed a family. He talked about how many people don't have a job or home beforehand and aren't prepared as he would like to be. For certain populations in the states, that reality is also true.
What was also interesting in this conversation (which was come forth in similar ones) is that when I say I don't want a husband or children, I am often corrected to saying I don't YET want those things in my life. I think most Americans would understand that my not wanting indicates now with a question mark on when, but doesn't seem to translate here. I don't know if "po ko" means I don't want it now but want it for my future, or if it just assumes that everyone will one day want a family of their own because God says it is good (which is another response I often receive). Maybe saying "po ko" just leaves the decision in God's hands and recognizes that I haven't reached that point in life yet. I don't know. Po ko.
As I continue with my routine activities, I find myself pondering my observations more and more frequently. With time, I have become more and more curious about life in Haiti and have not yet determined answers to so many of these questions. I desire to better understand what I see and what interactions mean to Haitians. What is appropriate? How do they interpret each other's actions? How do they interpret the actions of blans? Does my understanding of a word or action match their understanding of the very same thing?
For instance, I rarely take my camera on my walks along the beach. Occasionally I take it for a reason, but not often. On Wednesday, I took with me when Nicole, her children, and I walked with the Bibliotec children to see where they were keeping their plants we'd assisting them with in previous weeks. The Haitian children wanted very specific pictures taken with their plants, which translates culturally. But some children who don't attend Bibliotec joined the walk after some time. Many of them I knew from my frequent walks. They also wanted their picture taken ...but at least part of the reason is because they want me to print the photo and bring it to them later. I have known this reality for some time now, but don't hesitate to explain that I only have the ability to see the photo but not make one to hold. Some people will then continue on without having their picture taken.
Some of the older children also began a conversation with me about the differences between the past directors and Mike and Nicole. These children frequently say that Mike and Nicole are cheap/stingy because they don't give hand outs or treat the children on the beach the same as the previous directors did. I don't have enough Kreyol to better explain the motivations, which in the course of the conversation I realized was probably OK because I'm not sure the reasons would actually help the situation. The children miss Kathy and Rick, which is only natural. They want life to be different, which is only natural. Trying to explain different philosophies on missions and helping people doesn't always make sense to adults, much less to teenagers and children. Add the cultural differences to the mix and I'm convinced time is practically the only way to properly communicate these thoughts (through developed, ongoing relationships).
Questions about life in general are constantly crossing my mind. On Friday afternoon while we drove to visit friends of the Carlins, I got the chance to talk about life as I've seen in the states with Guito as he discussed life here in Haiti as he has known it. Guito works on the compound. He's in his mid- to late-twenties, 27 if I remember correctly. He has chosen to remain single so far and shared some of his reasons, such as recognizing the need for money before becoming responsible to feed a family. He talked about how many people don't have a job or home beforehand and aren't prepared as he would like to be. For certain populations in the states, that reality is also true.
What was also interesting in this conversation (which was come forth in similar ones) is that when I say I don't want a husband or children, I am often corrected to saying I don't YET want those things in my life. I think most Americans would understand that my not wanting indicates now with a question mark on when, but doesn't seem to translate here. I don't know if "po ko" means I don't want it now but want it for my future, or if it just assumes that everyone will one day want a family of their own because God says it is good (which is another response I often receive). Maybe saying "po ko" just leaves the decision in God's hands and recognizes that I haven't reached that point in life yet. I don't know. Po ko.
spotlight
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
At 3am I awoke disoriented. There was an incredibly bright light shining through a window directly into my eyes. At first my brain began convincing me that it must be a light from the new neighbors, but that idea didn't settle well based on the angle in which it was entering my room. Then I thought that maybe someone had a light at the top of the newly replaced compound wall, but that didn't make sense either. I wasn't concerned about the light, especially since I figured the staff who sleep at the compound would have been fully aware of this disturbance. Yet as I continued to lie there, the light began to slowly shift and not disappear.
Eventually I decided to pull myself out of my comfortable bed to investigate the matter. I did not want to disrupt the staff or draw any attention to myself so I attempted to open my door as quietly as I possibly could to step outside and look. Now my door swings toward the direction from which the light was originating. I was forced to step fully out of my room and onto the gravel in the courtyard to actually determine the source of this massive illuminator. Lo and behold, it was the moon. The largest, probably fullest, moon I have ever seen in my life was quite literally blanketing our world like a gigantic spotlight. Not even the headlights of passing cars regiestered as they passed because the moon was so bright. I even thought about using my sunglasses as I gazed at it. I stood outside roughly 15 minutes talking with God as I appreciated His marvelous creation. In no other place have I been treated to such a wonder as that.
At 3am I awoke disoriented. There was an incredibly bright light shining through a window directly into my eyes. At first my brain began convincing me that it must be a light from the new neighbors, but that idea didn't settle well based on the angle in which it was entering my room. Then I thought that maybe someone had a light at the top of the newly replaced compound wall, but that didn't make sense either. I wasn't concerned about the light, especially since I figured the staff who sleep at the compound would have been fully aware of this disturbance. Yet as I continued to lie there, the light began to slowly shift and not disappear.
Eventually I decided to pull myself out of my comfortable bed to investigate the matter. I did not want to disrupt the staff or draw any attention to myself so I attempted to open my door as quietly as I possibly could to step outside and look. Now my door swings toward the direction from which the light was originating. I was forced to step fully out of my room and onto the gravel in the courtyard to actually determine the source of this massive illuminator. Lo and behold, it was the moon. The largest, probably fullest, moon I have ever seen in my life was quite literally blanketing our world like a gigantic spotlight. Not even the headlights of passing cars regiestered as they passed because the moon was so bright. I even thought about using my sunglasses as I gazed at it. I stood outside roughly 15 minutes talking with God as I appreciated His marvelous creation. In no other place have I been treated to such a wonder as that.
Friday, May 14, 2010
friends and sunsets
Saturday-Monday, April 24-26, 2010
The teams left Saturday morning. Mike rode into Port-au-Prince with them and then met Nicole at the airport as she arrived back in country. The children and I prepared for her return by cleaning up, making welcome home gifts, and making cookies. Having her back and with the good news of her health was encouraging. We all enjoyed one another's company. We made pizza for dinner (thank you team for bringing pepperoni and cheese). I took a walk before dinner but were not able to see the new neighbors who I had met the previous afternoon. There are 3 men and 1 woman representing an organization called SASH now renting the land and house on the other side of the swamp land lining our fence. One of them is an American, and the other 3 are English. The children on the beach informed me they had gone into Leogane and wouldn't be back until 6pm. I walked and talked with the youth instead. I am finding my ability to engage in conversation and to express ideas increasing. It's encouraging, especially when I am talking with a new person and still able to comprehend. Those I speak with regularly are easier to understand because they are able to change sentences to include words I know if they find I am confused. And yet I am being to understand more and more.
Sunday I did manage to speak with the neighbors for some time, although not intentionally. I went for a walk as usual and saw some of the teen girls with whom I have been regularly speaking. After talking for some time, they decided to walk back to the compound with me. As we neared the neighbor's property, the girls began to share about an accident there earlier in the day. The neighbors had run razorwire along the edge of their fence for an added level of security. When I passed it initially, I was laughing to myself because it is not high and probably isn't much of a deterrent. Apparently my thought wasn't too far off base. A Haitian had thought the same thing and yet in proving his point by jumping over the fence he managed he catch his foot on the wire and sliced it open. As the girls finished telling me about all the blood, we watched some of the younger children proceed to jump over the fence and join in a soccer game.
Melanie, the woman, saw me and approached me to invite us in through the gate. I explained that I had just wanted to say hi and then translated the invitation for the girls with me. They would not enter without me. So the next thing I knew, I was walking and talking with Melanie. It was nice to have a conversation in English and share some of observations about the community and universal truths about children. Melanie provided more details about the man with the cut foot. He was ok, but he needed over 30 stitches at the local hospital. I guess the children had not been exaggerating when they said there had been anpil, anpil blood (a lot, a lot).
Although many children I knew would say hi and briefly wanted to interact with me, there seems to be a cultural piece at play that they are not to interrupt two blans in conversation. I have noticed that even if I am in conversation with them, if a blan approaches they will stand quietly and wait until the blan is finished addressing me AND I re-engage with them. This time when a couple of the children approached too frequently, some of the older children began yelling at them and telling them to stop bothering me. I do not understand these interactions fully, but they stick out in my mind.
As I walked home, I was treated to one of the most beautiful sunsets I have ever seen. Monday night during my conversation on the beach with Haitians, I finally learned the Kreyol phrase for sunset, soley kouche which literally translates as sun lies down. The colors were spectacular: oranges, pinks, purples, teals, greens, and blues of the most vivid shades I could begin to imagine. I did not have my camera either evening, but the sky can change so much so quickly that I decided to enjoy the show for what it was. I have the mental images only, but they are so special.
The teams left Saturday morning. Mike rode into Port-au-Prince with them and then met Nicole at the airport as she arrived back in country. The children and I prepared for her return by cleaning up, making welcome home gifts, and making cookies. Having her back and with the good news of her health was encouraging. We all enjoyed one another's company. We made pizza for dinner (thank you team for bringing pepperoni and cheese). I took a walk before dinner but were not able to see the new neighbors who I had met the previous afternoon. There are 3 men and 1 woman representing an organization called SASH now renting the land and house on the other side of the swamp land lining our fence. One of them is an American, and the other 3 are English. The children on the beach informed me they had gone into Leogane and wouldn't be back until 6pm. I walked and talked with the youth instead. I am finding my ability to engage in conversation and to express ideas increasing. It's encouraging, especially when I am talking with a new person and still able to comprehend. Those I speak with regularly are easier to understand because they are able to change sentences to include words I know if they find I am confused. And yet I am being to understand more and more.
Sunday I did manage to speak with the neighbors for some time, although not intentionally. I went for a walk as usual and saw some of the teen girls with whom I have been regularly speaking. After talking for some time, they decided to walk back to the compound with me. As we neared the neighbor's property, the girls began to share about an accident there earlier in the day. The neighbors had run razorwire along the edge of their fence for an added level of security. When I passed it initially, I was laughing to myself because it is not high and probably isn't much of a deterrent. Apparently my thought wasn't too far off base. A Haitian had thought the same thing and yet in proving his point by jumping over the fence he managed he catch his foot on the wire and sliced it open. As the girls finished telling me about all the blood, we watched some of the younger children proceed to jump over the fence and join in a soccer game.
Melanie, the woman, saw me and approached me to invite us in through the gate. I explained that I had just wanted to say hi and then translated the invitation for the girls with me. They would not enter without me. So the next thing I knew, I was walking and talking with Melanie. It was nice to have a conversation in English and share some of observations about the community and universal truths about children. Melanie provided more details about the man with the cut foot. He was ok, but he needed over 30 stitches at the local hospital. I guess the children had not been exaggerating when they said there had been anpil, anpil blood (a lot, a lot).
Although many children I knew would say hi and briefly wanted to interact with me, there seems to be a cultural piece at play that they are not to interrupt two blans in conversation. I have noticed that even if I am in conversation with them, if a blan approaches they will stand quietly and wait until the blan is finished addressing me AND I re-engage with them. This time when a couple of the children approached too frequently, some of the older children began yelling at them and telling them to stop bothering me. I do not understand these interactions fully, but they stick out in my mind.
As I walked home, I was treated to one of the most beautiful sunsets I have ever seen. Monday night during my conversation on the beach with Haitians, I finally learned the Kreyol phrase for sunset, soley kouche which literally translates as sun lies down. The colors were spectacular: oranges, pinks, purples, teals, greens, and blues of the most vivid shades I could begin to imagine. I did not have my camera either evening, but the sky can change so much so quickly that I decided to enjoy the show for what it was. I have the mental images only, but they are so special.
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
bon dlo (good water)
Friday, April 23, 2010
This morning started with a water filter distribution with the congregation at Ephiphanie. Guito had traveled up the mountain with the team and therefore wasn't available for the education portion of the distribution. Mike explained how to construct the filter, how to maintain it, how it worked, and how to clean it. He stressed the importance of clean water and not contaminating the filtered water (even by just reusing the bucket which they collected the water to hold the filtered water without washing it). He also provided information phamplets about how one can put clear water inside a clear plastic bottle such as an empty Coca-Cola 20 oz and then place the bottle in the sun for 6 hours for the water to be treated for microbes. Pastor Gabriel clarified, re-explained, and emphasized details as Mike and he deemed appropriate to help ensure that everyone understood what was being said. People asked questions and interacted in the discussion.
The group was smaller than on the day of the seed distribution. I was surprised by who did not attend. I expected to see a couple of the matriachs of the church, but they were not present. Only about 12-15 people, all adults, attended the information session. Of that group only 7 people had 5-gallon buckets in which to insert the filter. Pastor Gabriel led the distribution and recorded who received the filters. Mike and I assisted each person who did have a bucket in drilling a hole and then fitting the pieces of the filter together. We had the owner of the filter actually attach the piece with the filter since they would need to remove it occasionally to clean it and then re-attach that piece.
Although we had desired a larger turn-out, we recognized that not everyone had or could spare a 5-gallon bucket in which to place the filter. One woman who came had borrowed a bucket from a neighbor and couldn't receive her filter that day because she would have to return the bucket to her neighbor. She still wouldn't have the water filter even if we had used that bucket. We had hoped to be able to distribute buckets alongside of the filters to supplement this anticipated need. Despite Mike and our staff's efforts to locate the needed buckets, none had been found. During the information presentation, Mike realized each person receiving a filter should actually have three 5-gallon buckets. One bucket would be for the filter, one for retrieving questionable water from a local stream, and one for holding the good drinkable water once it had been filtered. We would not have had enough buckets for everyone even if we had been able to find them before this distribution day. Now we know how many we will need to purchase, and we will have another information session and distribution once buckets are purchased so that the rest of the congregation has water filters and consequently potable water.
This morning started with a water filter distribution with the congregation at Ephiphanie. Guito had traveled up the mountain with the team and therefore wasn't available for the education portion of the distribution. Mike explained how to construct the filter, how to maintain it, how it worked, and how to clean it. He stressed the importance of clean water and not contaminating the filtered water (even by just reusing the bucket which they collected the water to hold the filtered water without washing it). He also provided information phamplets about how one can put clear water inside a clear plastic bottle such as an empty Coca-Cola 20 oz and then place the bottle in the sun for 6 hours for the water to be treated for microbes. Pastor Gabriel clarified, re-explained, and emphasized details as Mike and he deemed appropriate to help ensure that everyone understood what was being said. People asked questions and interacted in the discussion.
The group was smaller than on the day of the seed distribution. I was surprised by who did not attend. I expected to see a couple of the matriachs of the church, but they were not present. Only about 12-15 people, all adults, attended the information session. Of that group only 7 people had 5-gallon buckets in which to insert the filter. Pastor Gabriel led the distribution and recorded who received the filters. Mike and I assisted each person who did have a bucket in drilling a hole and then fitting the pieces of the filter together. We had the owner of the filter actually attach the piece with the filter since they would need to remove it occasionally to clean it and then re-attach that piece.
Although we had desired a larger turn-out, we recognized that not everyone had or could spare a 5-gallon bucket in which to place the filter. One woman who came had borrowed a bucket from a neighbor and couldn't receive her filter that day because she would have to return the bucket to her neighbor. She still wouldn't have the water filter even if we had used that bucket. We had hoped to be able to distribute buckets alongside of the filters to supplement this anticipated need. Despite Mike and our staff's efforts to locate the needed buckets, none had been found. During the information presentation, Mike realized each person receiving a filter should actually have three 5-gallon buckets. One bucket would be for the filter, one for retrieving questionable water from a local stream, and one for holding the good drinkable water once it had been filtered. We would not have had enough buckets for everyone even if we had been able to find them before this distribution day. Now we know how many we will need to purchase, and we will have another information session and distribution once buckets are purchased so that the rest of the congregation has water filters and consequently potable water.
remember the fruit
Thursday, April 22, 2010
So everyday the plan is start the day with devotions. When Mike and Nicole are available, they join and lead that time. If they aren't around, then that responsibility is given to me. After devotion time is complete, then we move on to more traditional school activities. This morning, Mike was addressing needs elsewhere which left me in charge for devotions. We've been going through an adult Bible-study and tailoring to the children where appropriate.
We started by talking about components of faith. One of the first verses the study had us read was Galatians 5:22-23. As we were reading it, I felt God leading me to focus on attentions on that verse for the morning. So instead of completing the lesson as planned, the children and I made a visual representation of the Fruit of the Spirit to hang on the wall. We all contributed to the project and worked on memorizing the verse during our efforts.
Their excitement to learn the verse, especially knowing how pleased their mother would be when she returned, was priceless. They wanted me to be included fully in the picture as well. These grapes now can be seen every time we turn our heads to check the time, reminding us of the way to treat one another.
We took more than the "allotted" time for devotions, but every minute was well spent. Their attitudes were more relaxed after the creative activity than they had been prior to it. Plus, who am I to tell children no when they are learning God's word? Often following His direction, no matter how big or small, is more rewarding than one can imagine.
So everyday the plan is start the day with devotions. When Mike and Nicole are available, they join and lead that time. If they aren't around, then that responsibility is given to me. After devotion time is complete, then we move on to more traditional school activities. This morning, Mike was addressing needs elsewhere which left me in charge for devotions. We've been going through an adult Bible-study and tailoring to the children where appropriate.
We started by talking about components of faith. One of the first verses the study had us read was Galatians 5:22-23. As we were reading it, I felt God leading me to focus on attentions on that verse for the morning. So instead of completing the lesson as planned, the children and I made a visual representation of the Fruit of the Spirit to hang on the wall. We all contributed to the project and worked on memorizing the verse during our efforts.
Their excitement to learn the verse, especially knowing how pleased their mother would be when she returned, was priceless. They wanted me to be included fully in the picture as well. These grapes now can be seen every time we turn our heads to check the time, reminding us of the way to treat one another.
We took more than the "allotted" time for devotions, but every minute was well spent. Their attitudes were more relaxed after the creative activity than they had been prior to it. Plus, who am I to tell children no when they are learning God's word? Often following His direction, no matter how big or small, is more rewarding than one can imagine.
seed distribution
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Today was much anticipated. Nicole in particular wanted to be a part of this day, but took care of the details so that she could entrust it to us in her absence. The kits arrived through a series of deliveries, thanks to different groups. Then we all worked diligently to separate them to ensure that all the families represented at Epiphanie Church received relatively the same kits. We didn't have quite enough, so they had to be divided somewhat.
Guito, one of our staff, and Pastor Gabriel, a community health worker and leader in the church, orchestrated the distribution. I provided both of them with the written instructions Nicole had left and verbally clarified a couple details. One of the tricky parts was the fact that the seeds were labeled in English except for the bags we had repackaged.
Nevertheless we persevered. Guito instructed the Haitians present on how to plant and care for the seeds. He discussed the health benefits of some of the varieties and important details concerning the need to cook certain greens to avoid becoming ill. Each kit included a chaya root to be planted, but this leaf MUST be boiled before eating or it creates issues for the body. Mike had listened as Guito educated the group, but stepped in at that point to emphasis the importance of this detail.
I took pictures of the event (of course I can't post them currently, but will try to in the future) and helped Mike and Guito hand out the kits. Pastor recorded who received them. The children kept themselves busy creating an "elevator" in a hole in the cement to the side of the meeting. The 3 team members who joined us for this event listened avidly and asked some questions afterward. Although we hoped for a bigger turn out, all of the seeds were claimed by the families in the end. Some children even came to represent their families and receive the seed kits.
At the end, Mike explained that the staff at CODEP would be available to answer questions or come to people's homes to look at their gardens and give advice throughout the growing and harvesting process. Then pastor re-announced the water filter kit distribution on Friday.
Mike gave me the day "off," so the children did not have school. I completed other tasks around the compound and spent time with our guests and the beach kids. We also learned in the afternoon that Nicole's lump was merely a cyst and not cancerous. That news was incredibly welcome, as was the knowledge that she would likely be home by the end of the week.
wait, how much?
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
The day began typically enough, but before long I realized I was actually a frog in a pot of water beginning to boil...
The school day passed without difficulty. Madame arrived shortly after lunch to prepare dinner. I gave her the instructions Nicole had left and made sure she understood what we wanted. I gathered some necessary ingredients to give her. Mike had been around, but shortly after Madame finished cleaning the kitchen, he left for a meeting. At that point, Madame's daughter came to the Carlins' house with a ripped bag of mayi (corn meal) on a plate. After a short exchange, I went to get another bag as she requested. I put the ripped bag inside of a new ziploc so that the mayi wouldn't spill everywhere. The confusion on her face quickly registered in my brain and informed me that I must have misunderstood something.
Upon further clarification, I realized she needed more mayi. Thus a mayi search was initiated throughout the land... I checked the freezer in the Carlins' house (even though I knew I wouldn't find any there). I looked in the guest house kitchen. Madame's daughter asked Paul, who cooks for the staff here. He didn't have any mayi either. I even went so far as to locate Nicole's number in the states to ask her if she knew where else to look. The outcome: we didn't have any more. We did have some more finely ground corn meal, which I tried to give to Madame. Without hesistation, she declared it wouldn't work. Out to Plan B courtesy of Nicole, I asked Madame to make as much Mayi Moulin (similar to grits with black beans and some additional flavoring) as she could and then prepare some white rice and bean sauce for the additional dinner guests. She didn't like that idea. However, Madame's daughter said that Paul could purchase some mayi if I had money to give him.
Now I'm rushing down the driveway to find Paul and determine how much money he needs. He was sitting in his little chair at the end towards the end of the driveway, surrounded by the men who had been laying block for the new wall and by some conversational neighbors. A hush fell when I told Paul I had a question for him. He agreed that he could buy some mayi without problem. Another breakdown in commuication occurred when I asked how much he thought he'd need. He wasn't entirely sure, but quoted 30 goudes as being more than enough and said he could return the change. I understood 30 goudes, but knew I must have heard incorrectly because it was such a small amount. Hence the reason, I asked him to repeat the number at least 3 more times. By the last time, the group was saying the number together and converting it to Haitian dollars for me in case that would help me better understand. As I walked away, I just wished I could explain WHY I was struggling with the amount. The fact is that 30 goudes is less than 1 American dollar. My brain couldn't accept that such a small amount of money would be enough for the necessary mayi. Nevertheless, I gathered 35 goudes (...I mean my brain couldn't handle such a little sum) and took it out to Paul with a container. He returned with 10 goudes in change and a plenty of mayi for dinner.
After delivering the mayi to Madame Gabriel and confirming that she now had enough, I began reflecting on the course of events that had transpired in the previous 30 minutes. (Yes that's all it took, but it felt more like 3 hours.) Despite speaking Kreyol with Haitians, I had momentarily forgotten that I was currently living in Haiti where merchandise is generally cheaper than in the states. Once I made that mental connection, the rest of the events made sense. I then followed the example of the people on whom I was relying... I laughed and shook my head, just one of many times over the course of the week.
Crisis averted. And of course, dinner was a hit with our guests.
The day began typically enough, but before long I realized I was actually a frog in a pot of water beginning to boil...
The school day passed without difficulty. Madame arrived shortly after lunch to prepare dinner. I gave her the instructions Nicole had left and made sure she understood what we wanted. I gathered some necessary ingredients to give her. Mike had been around, but shortly after Madame finished cleaning the kitchen, he left for a meeting. At that point, Madame's daughter came to the Carlins' house with a ripped bag of mayi (corn meal) on a plate. After a short exchange, I went to get another bag as she requested. I put the ripped bag inside of a new ziploc so that the mayi wouldn't spill everywhere. The confusion on her face quickly registered in my brain and informed me that I must have misunderstood something.
Upon further clarification, I realized she needed more mayi. Thus a mayi search was initiated throughout the land... I checked the freezer in the Carlins' house (even though I knew I wouldn't find any there). I looked in the guest house kitchen. Madame's daughter asked Paul, who cooks for the staff here. He didn't have any mayi either. I even went so far as to locate Nicole's number in the states to ask her if she knew where else to look. The outcome: we didn't have any more. We did have some more finely ground corn meal, which I tried to give to Madame. Without hesistation, she declared it wouldn't work. Out to Plan B courtesy of Nicole, I asked Madame to make as much Mayi Moulin (similar to grits with black beans and some additional flavoring) as she could and then prepare some white rice and bean sauce for the additional dinner guests. She didn't like that idea. However, Madame's daughter said that Paul could purchase some mayi if I had money to give him.
Now I'm rushing down the driveway to find Paul and determine how much money he needs. He was sitting in his little chair at the end towards the end of the driveway, surrounded by the men who had been laying block for the new wall and by some conversational neighbors. A hush fell when I told Paul I had a question for him. He agreed that he could buy some mayi without problem. Another breakdown in commuication occurred when I asked how much he thought he'd need. He wasn't entirely sure, but quoted 30 goudes as being more than enough and said he could return the change. I understood 30 goudes, but knew I must have heard incorrectly because it was such a small amount. Hence the reason, I asked him to repeat the number at least 3 more times. By the last time, the group was saying the number together and converting it to Haitian dollars for me in case that would help me better understand. As I walked away, I just wished I could explain WHY I was struggling with the amount. The fact is that 30 goudes is less than 1 American dollar. My brain couldn't accept that such a small amount of money would be enough for the necessary mayi. Nevertheless, I gathered 35 goudes (...I mean my brain couldn't handle such a little sum) and took it out to Paul with a container. He returned with 10 goudes in change and a plenty of mayi for dinner.
After delivering the mayi to Madame Gabriel and confirming that she now had enough, I began reflecting on the course of events that had transpired in the previous 30 minutes. (Yes that's all it took, but it felt more like 3 hours.) Despite speaking Kreyol with Haitians, I had momentarily forgotten that I was currently living in Haiti where merchandise is generally cheaper than in the states. Once I made that mental connection, the rest of the events made sense. I then followed the example of the people on whom I was relying... I laughed and shook my head, just one of many times over the course of the week.
Crisis averted. And of course, dinner was a hit with our guests.
the little things in life
Saturday-Monday, April 17-19, 2010
Saturday brought the arrival of two teams. Mike decided it would be a nice trip for all of us to travel into Port-au-Prince (PAP) together to eat at Epi D'or, an American-style restaurant, as a special treat. Nicole decided she preferred to stay at the compound for some time to herself and to finish some tasks in preparation for her imminent departure for the states. So, Mike, the four kids, and I piled into the little truck with Clement, Mimi, and Guito to drive to PAP. Jeannette and her daughter, Vivian, rode with us as far as the market because they had shopped for us that morning so that we would have time to finish a few details before leaving for PAP but had to hurry through market and weren't able to shop for themselves at the same time. I opted to sit in the back with the Haitians. I love being able to sit outside and enjoy the extra breeze. As Leeanna and Alexis said a few weeks ago, we may as well do all the things here that we can't do in the states :D
Driving into Epi D'or allowed me to see parts of PAP I hadn't viewed before. The way buildings crumbled during the earthquake is unreal. Even Clement and Guito were staring at some of the structures amazed. Watching life progress now is intriguing to me. Some places have people working at clearing the rubble or re-building structures. Markets and vendors are open. People are purchasing. Little kids "wash" stopped vehicles in the road. Men and women stand in line outside of banks and at ATM machines waiting for their chance at a transaction. Everywhere you look someone is doing what they can to obtain money on which to subside.
Saturday brought the arrival of two teams. Mike decided it would be a nice trip for all of us to travel into Port-au-Prince (PAP) together to eat at Epi D'or, an American-style restaurant, as a special treat. Nicole decided she preferred to stay at the compound for some time to herself and to finish some tasks in preparation for her imminent departure for the states. So, Mike, the four kids, and I piled into the little truck with Clement, Mimi, and Guito to drive to PAP. Jeannette and her daughter, Vivian, rode with us as far as the market because they had shopped for us that morning so that we would have time to finish a few details before leaving for PAP but had to hurry through market and weren't able to shop for themselves at the same time. I opted to sit in the back with the Haitians. I love being able to sit outside and enjoy the extra breeze. As Leeanna and Alexis said a few weeks ago, we may as well do all the things here that we can't do in the states :D
Driving into Epi D'or allowed me to see parts of PAP I hadn't viewed before. The way buildings crumbled during the earthquake is unreal. Even Clement and Guito were staring at some of the structures amazed. Watching life progress now is intriguing to me. Some places have people working at clearing the rubble or re-building structures. Markets and vendors are open. People are purchasing. Little kids "wash" stopped vehicles in the road. Men and women stand in line outside of banks and at ATM machines waiting for their chance at a transaction. Everywhere you look someone is doing what they can to obtain money on which to subside.
Ordering food at Epi D'or was an experience. You place your order and then take your receipt to different areas of the restuarant where they look at what you've bought and prepare the items. I didn't understand the system initially, but it didn't take long with other customers moving in front of me in the line for me to grasp how things worked. Pizza, chicken nuggets, steak subs, ham sandwiches, and french fries were shared amongst our group. The favorites were the steak sub and pizza, but we filled ourselves on all these comfort foods (even if they weren't exactly what we'd receive in the states). The BEST part of this trip was yet to come. Immediately loading back up in the vehicle, Mike treated all of us to ICE CREAM. Cookies 'n cream and coffee were the flavors of choice amongst our small group. Sitting in the back of the truck with the sun shining strong and bright, I savored each tiny bite of this creamy sweetness.
At the airport while waiting for the first group's arrival, Mike asked whether the food was actually worth the long drive and standing around now. For me, just getting off the compound was worth this time of cooling our heels ...and the food was extra. I almost don't care where we're going, as long as I get to ride in a vehicle. All in all, the wait was relatively short between the time we found the bus which would transport us and the first team back to the compound and the time when the team arrived so that we could pack the bus and leave.
Lots of introductions and explanations occurred as people learned who I was and what my connection to the Carlins and CODEP is. I spoke briefly with one of the team members, April, who had come on a different visit and who also used to work for CODEP. Then I spent time watching the scenes outside the windows and giving attention to the youngest two Carlins. We played a couple games and shared water to stay hydrated in the heat.
After the team settled in and we explained some of the necessary details about the compound (i.e. no potable water from the faucets), I took a walk along the beach with the younger women in the group. April showed us the local "village" where a number of the youth live. It was the first time I had been back into that area because normally I'm walking by myself. 8 or 10 of the youth with whom I regularly interact were working together to build a home for two of the young men. They were quite proud of their efforts and were also excited to make friends with the new blans.
Upon returning to the facilities, I was informed that our second group was lost. The staff who stayed at the airport to find them had not been able to locate them and it was quickly approaching dark. Through a series of phone calls, we were eventually informed that they called a contact with the other organization where half of the team would be staying to get transportation when they couldn't find our people. We also realized that we would be housing 2 men and 1 woman, instead of 3 men... which meant a quick re-arrange of sleeping spaces resulting in my having a roommate for the week.
Another member of the first group arrived with 2 drivers, who would both be staying with us (which we weren't expecting) and led to another semi-frantic response. I say this jokingly because we long-ago realized the need for ever-present flexibility to best respond to the chaos that sometimes arises here. The last 3 people arrived with their luggage. We got them settled in and oriented to the routine here. People were fed and given the freedom to relax as they deemed fit. Mike, Nicole and I prayed together and mentally prepared for the week and some of its expectations.
Sunday, we all went to church in the morning. Mike took all of our visitors into the mountains for a hike in the demonstration forest. Nicole and I planned to spend the afternoon finishing the seed and water filter kits for distribution in the week since we now knew she'd be leaving the next day. Instead, shortly after the group left, the last member of their team arrived. Nicole, Tessa, and Sam (Sophie and Riah had gone with Mike on the hike) worked on the kits while I oriented our guest, gave him a tour of the grounds, entertained him by taking him on a walk and having a question/answer session, and prepared dinner. It was at this point that Nicole and I realized we had not actually identified a meal for each day of the week. We quickly brainstormed what we had available and planned an additional meal. By the end of the night, Nicole and I had detailed meal recipes for me and lists of instructions for Madame Gabriel in the hopes that the meals would be covered without difficulty.
Monday morning, Nicole left for PAP in the morning with the 2 drivers and 3 of the BGF team members. The rest of BGF team went into the mountains to continue their work. Mike went into the mountains with the group of 3 to distribute bean seeds with Guito and Mimi. The children and I had what could be called a delayed school day, but we successfully completed the core material... despite the wall construction occurring in the compound around us.
This weekend foreshadowed the week ahead and reminded me of the impact of the small things. Our perspective on these little things plays the biggest part on how we are affected by these events and experiences. We can choose to be aggravated or amused. We can choose to smile or yell. The choice we make influences our response ...both internally and therefore externally. The week was full of a number of those little opportunities. The title above applies to most of life here (and everwhere else at times). The Carlins and I have joked about the ability of the tiniest thing to tip the scale... think about the children's game Don't Spill the Beans. That concept sums it up entirely when you're freely particularly stretched or stressed. Other times those same beans just help create memories and humorous stories to share with friends over the years.
Sunday, May 2, 2010
planting seeds
Thursday-Friday, April 15-16
Due to the need for flexibility on Wednesday, Thursday afternoon became the Bibliotec session for the week. We had 6-8 children waiting at the back gate for us when we went out to open it. The plan for the hour was to work with the youth to plant seeds in their banana leaf pots. For any children that might arrive who had not made the pots during the last Bibliotec, we took empty aluminum cans in the bottoms of which we had punched holes to drain excess water.
The children claimed their pots (whether banana leaf or aluminum) and played follow the leader as we walked between the outer and inner walls to the "outer garden" in the front of the inner courtyard. Nicole had them start with a bit of the compost they had made one week. Then she explained and demonstrated how to fill the pots with dirt so as not to pack them too tightly and prevent the plants from growing. In the middle of this stage of the process, Mike called on the phone and needed Nicole to get some information for him before he entered a meeting. She left me in charge to have the children choose between hot pepper and eggplant seeds to plant next.
We walked back around the compound to the back area where there is a concrete table on which to work. I asked the youth which vegetable they preferred, emphasizing they could only have one. Many of the children wanted both. I tried my best to explain that they must choose either or, but was not succeeding. Thankfully Nicole returned at that point to "police" the distribution of the seeds. Even then, some of the children attempted to get both types. You might be asking why we didn't give them both kinds. The answer is that too many seeds would hinder the growth of any plants and we were trying to avoid that scenario.
While we worked with the youth, a handful of the older teenagers in the community were standing at the fence watching us work. They called out to me at different points, but I was unable to speak with them fully until after we finished with the youth. At the end, Nicole and I walked out with the younger children and spoke with them at length. The older teens were also interested in planting some seeds of their own. We offered my time the following afternoon to work with them so they could plant some seeds to take to their homes as well.
Friday morning, as part of school, the children and I separated some vegetable seed and water filtration kits we had received from partnership between a church in Minnesota and ECHO (in Florida) for the sister congregation, Epiphanie, with whom we worship. The children told me repeatedly that they enjoyed activities like this one because they were able to be hands on and help others. While we did this task, Nicole and Mike went into Leogane to see a doctor about a lump Nicole had found in her breast earlier in the week. One doctor refused to even look at her because she didn't have the ability to perform the necessary tests. Another doctor quickly decided that she needed to get to a doctor in the states as soon as possible. Nicole spent the afternoon contacting friends trying to get appointments scheduled and then comparing flight prices as she began to address this particular need.
In the afternoon, I went out at the agreed upon time and waited for the teens to arrive. A few of the younger children were splashing in the stream next door and joined me to talk while I waited. The ocean was particularly low that day, and many people were out on the reef "fishing." In reality, they walk through the sea grass and on the coral looking for any sea creatures to eat. After 20-30 minutes, the teens arrived ready to plant their seeds. The younger children who had gathered were disappointed not to be able to participate but accepted the direction of another youth and did not enter after I explained (especially since many of the younger children had done the very activity in question the previous afternoon).
I relied heavily on showing as my method of instruction. Although it was effective, what I found interesting in the process was the lack of desire/motivation on the part of the teens to get there hands dirty to produce the desired outcome. They were quick to tell me no when I showed them how to fill the cans with dirt. Lucky for them, Tessa, Riah, and Sophia had joined us and was doing the work for them. Right or wrong, I don't know that I would have been so gracious. Upon returning to the back area and concrete table, we encountered a disruption.
A large frog surprised one of the girls. The difficulty came about with the cultural difference in response to animals. The Carlin children are fascinated by animals and quickly ran to watch the frog as it jumped away. Some of the Haitians were unfazed by the frog's presence, but others were grabbing rocks and aiming to kill it. With the first impact, Sophia took off crying into the house. The second rock making contact with the frog had Tessa and Riah in hysterics, demanding that I tell the Haitians children to stop. I worked diligently to try to explain the situation, that the Carlin children weren't afraid of it but actually liked it. Of course in my broken Kreyol, I said what came to mind first... "they don't like it."
I meant the Carlin children didn't like the rocks being thrown at the animal, but quickly realized how my words had been misunderstood. As I positioned myself in between the Carlin children/frog and the Haitians, I tried to fix my communication blunder. The poor frog was blind in one eye at this point (trust me, further details aren't necessary), one or two of the girls had rocks to throw at it still. Nicole entered the scene at this point and began addressing the teens. I tried calming Tessa and Riah down, but knew the frog wasn't going to make it when he wouldn't even try to hop away from me until I tried using two sticks to pick him up. The two didn't want to hear that the frog wasn't going to make it, but that was the truth. After Nicole finished addressing the teens, she made the children leave and asked the teens to kill the frog (even though she had just clearly instructed them not to hurt animals in the future). I don't know what all transpired for the Haitians at this point, but the two young men present left and the girls all quieted. I have never seen them so contained. Nicole directed the frog to the side of the area and emphasized her desire to not have her children terrified before leaving.
The remaining tone was radically different than it had been prior to the frog incident. The girls were barely talking, but finished planting their seeds. After a bit, they asked if I was angry. I told them no, asked for more details from their perspective, and tried to emphasizing Nicole's point again. Eventually the conversation turned to just talking and practicing Kreyol. Sophie even joined us to practice with me. But the boys never did enter the fence again that day...
[I have pictures, but have not been able to get them loaded here for the past week and have decided it is more important to continue with the verbal updates and not include the pictures for the time being. I will continue trying to get them up and will include the corresponding blog titles if I ever manage to achieve that goal.]
Due to the need for flexibility on Wednesday, Thursday afternoon became the Bibliotec session for the week. We had 6-8 children waiting at the back gate for us when we went out to open it. The plan for the hour was to work with the youth to plant seeds in their banana leaf pots. For any children that might arrive who had not made the pots during the last Bibliotec, we took empty aluminum cans in the bottoms of which we had punched holes to drain excess water.
The children claimed their pots (whether banana leaf or aluminum) and played follow the leader as we walked between the outer and inner walls to the "outer garden" in the front of the inner courtyard. Nicole had them start with a bit of the compost they had made one week. Then she explained and demonstrated how to fill the pots with dirt so as not to pack them too tightly and prevent the plants from growing. In the middle of this stage of the process, Mike called on the phone and needed Nicole to get some information for him before he entered a meeting. She left me in charge to have the children choose between hot pepper and eggplant seeds to plant next.
We walked back around the compound to the back area where there is a concrete table on which to work. I asked the youth which vegetable they preferred, emphasizing they could only have one. Many of the children wanted both. I tried my best to explain that they must choose either or, but was not succeeding. Thankfully Nicole returned at that point to "police" the distribution of the seeds. Even then, some of the children attempted to get both types. You might be asking why we didn't give them both kinds. The answer is that too many seeds would hinder the growth of any plants and we were trying to avoid that scenario.
While we worked with the youth, a handful of the older teenagers in the community were standing at the fence watching us work. They called out to me at different points, but I was unable to speak with them fully until after we finished with the youth. At the end, Nicole and I walked out with the younger children and spoke with them at length. The older teens were also interested in planting some seeds of their own. We offered my time the following afternoon to work with them so they could plant some seeds to take to their homes as well.
Friday morning, as part of school, the children and I separated some vegetable seed and water filtration kits we had received from partnership between a church in Minnesota and ECHO (in Florida) for the sister congregation, Epiphanie, with whom we worship. The children told me repeatedly that they enjoyed activities like this one because they were able to be hands on and help others. While we did this task, Nicole and Mike went into Leogane to see a doctor about a lump Nicole had found in her breast earlier in the week. One doctor refused to even look at her because she didn't have the ability to perform the necessary tests. Another doctor quickly decided that she needed to get to a doctor in the states as soon as possible. Nicole spent the afternoon contacting friends trying to get appointments scheduled and then comparing flight prices as she began to address this particular need.
In the afternoon, I went out at the agreed upon time and waited for the teens to arrive. A few of the younger children were splashing in the stream next door and joined me to talk while I waited. The ocean was particularly low that day, and many people were out on the reef "fishing." In reality, they walk through the sea grass and on the coral looking for any sea creatures to eat. After 20-30 minutes, the teens arrived ready to plant their seeds. The younger children who had gathered were disappointed not to be able to participate but accepted the direction of another youth and did not enter after I explained (especially since many of the younger children had done the very activity in question the previous afternoon).
I relied heavily on showing as my method of instruction. Although it was effective, what I found interesting in the process was the lack of desire/motivation on the part of the teens to get there hands dirty to produce the desired outcome. They were quick to tell me no when I showed them how to fill the cans with dirt. Lucky for them, Tessa, Riah, and Sophia had joined us and was doing the work for them. Right or wrong, I don't know that I would have been so gracious. Upon returning to the back area and concrete table, we encountered a disruption.
A large frog surprised one of the girls. The difficulty came about with the cultural difference in response to animals. The Carlin children are fascinated by animals and quickly ran to watch the frog as it jumped away. Some of the Haitians were unfazed by the frog's presence, but others were grabbing rocks and aiming to kill it. With the first impact, Sophia took off crying into the house. The second rock making contact with the frog had Tessa and Riah in hysterics, demanding that I tell the Haitians children to stop. I worked diligently to try to explain the situation, that the Carlin children weren't afraid of it but actually liked it. Of course in my broken Kreyol, I said what came to mind first... "they don't like it."
I meant the Carlin children didn't like the rocks being thrown at the animal, but quickly realized how my words had been misunderstood. As I positioned myself in between the Carlin children/frog and the Haitians, I tried to fix my communication blunder. The poor frog was blind in one eye at this point (trust me, further details aren't necessary), one or two of the girls had rocks to throw at it still. Nicole entered the scene at this point and began addressing the teens. I tried calming Tessa and Riah down, but knew the frog wasn't going to make it when he wouldn't even try to hop away from me until I tried using two sticks to pick him up. The two didn't want to hear that the frog wasn't going to make it, but that was the truth. After Nicole finished addressing the teens, she made the children leave and asked the teens to kill the frog (even though she had just clearly instructed them not to hurt animals in the future). I don't know what all transpired for the Haitians at this point, but the two young men present left and the girls all quieted. I have never seen them so contained. Nicole directed the frog to the side of the area and emphasized her desire to not have her children terrified before leaving.
The remaining tone was radically different than it had been prior to the frog incident. The girls were barely talking, but finished planting their seeds. After a bit, they asked if I was angry. I told them no, asked for more details from their perspective, and tried to emphasizing Nicole's point again. Eventually the conversation turned to just talking and practicing Kreyol. Sophie even joined us to practice with me. But the boys never did enter the fence again that day...
[I have pictures, but have not been able to get them loaded here for the past week and have decided it is more important to continue with the verbal updates and not include the pictures for the time being. I will continue trying to get them up and will include the corresponding blog titles if I ever manage to achieve that goal.]
pix and companions
Tuesday-Wednesday, April 13-14, 2010
The morning started early because Mike and Nicole had to leave for the monthly animateur's meeting in the mountains. The children and I worked diligently to complete the day's school work and to prepare the facilities for our expected visitors.
A group of 5 people arrived in the afternoon on Tuesday to stay the evening and view the project the following day. It's such a joy to have visitors at the compound. I especially enjoy the conversation with others. This group was from PeaceUSA and were visiting a variety of missionaries and organizations in Haiti. They were curious about the project and particularly supportive of the difficulty of the work in understanding the culture and the efforts to be helpful in the right context. I have become even more aware of the questions and learning that must occur around the issue of "cultural awareness" (as it was called in my social work courses during college). What should happen and how it is perceived is not always what we expect because of our cultural background. For instance, to give one item to someone in the project, every one else in the project is looking to receive the same item ...whether or not they have one or even need it. Another piece of the work is educating people to the impact we represent to Haiti. Mike and Nicole have become especially aware of this need at some of the relief organzation meetings they attend through OCHA. Some understanding of the impact is important to better understand how best to help people ...especially if the goal is long-term and hoping to teach them to help themselves.
Tuesday evening was spent enjoying a meal with light-hearted conversation and banter. We laughed and joked. We answered questions and educated Pix, Ruth, Maria, Bruce, and Doug about the work that is occuring at CODEP and some of the other work that Mike and Nicole are aware of through their diligence of attending the OCHA meetings.
Wednesday morning, Mike and Nicole took the group (minus Pix who has been to the project before) up into the mountains to view some of forests that now exist through the efforts of the people. I stayed for school with the children. We started with devotions which includes singing. Pix informed us afterward that she joined us on the hymns. Around 10:15am the group returned and packed their vehicle to leave. Mike and Nicole were headed back out to attend some OCHA meetings in Leogane. The children and I took a break in the school day to say our goodbyes to the group and give them our thank you cards (for all the lovely food and gifts they kindly brought us... it really is Christmas with every group). Pix laughed at one point because she realized that her initial summary of my position as the teacher/nanny really just didn't match up with my roles and responsibilites on the compound. She then asked how I would title myself, but I don't really have an answer. A jack-of-all-trades just isn't professional enough and an administrative assistant doesn't fully encompass the position.
Mike and Nicole left with Tessa for their meetings. The other children and I saw the group off. We completed some chores, had lunch, and finished up a short day of school. Nicole called slightly before 2pm to let me know that due to an unexpected meeting they felt they should attend, she was not going to be back in time for Bibliotec that afternoon. She asked if I felt comfortable leading the planned activities. I didn't feel that my Kreyol was strong enough yet to accomplish the tasks, so we decided we would just postpone Bibliotec until the following afternoon.
At 3pm Sam, Sophie, Riah, and I went down (with Kali the puppy in tow) to inform the beach kids of the change and to spend some time interacting with them if they so desired. At first there were only a few children, but they understood the change of events and decided to join us inside our outer fences to talk and play some games. We spent time practing some English and Kreyol and the children played soccer together. Nicole, Mike, and Tessa returned after a half hour or so, but needed to get lunch and finish some work in response to their meetings. The Carlin children all spent a good hour interacting with the youth and enjoying themselves. As the time progressed, some children left and others arrived. Sophie spent time with me and the older teens as I practiced my Kreyol. All in all, it seemed to be a successful day despite the lack of formal, structured activities. The children even spontaneously broke into song. They were worship songs in Kreyol at the top of their lungs and loving every minute of it. The joy and love on their faces was astounding to me (I still haven't grown accustomed to it).
The morning started early because Mike and Nicole had to leave for the monthly animateur's meeting in the mountains. The children and I worked diligently to complete the day's school work and to prepare the facilities for our expected visitors.
A group of 5 people arrived in the afternoon on Tuesday to stay the evening and view the project the following day. It's such a joy to have visitors at the compound. I especially enjoy the conversation with others. This group was from PeaceUSA and were visiting a variety of missionaries and organizations in Haiti. They were curious about the project and particularly supportive of the difficulty of the work in understanding the culture and the efforts to be helpful in the right context. I have become even more aware of the questions and learning that must occur around the issue of "cultural awareness" (as it was called in my social work courses during college). What should happen and how it is perceived is not always what we expect because of our cultural background. For instance, to give one item to someone in the project, every one else in the project is looking to receive the same item ...whether or not they have one or even need it. Another piece of the work is educating people to the impact we represent to Haiti. Mike and Nicole have become especially aware of this need at some of the relief organzation meetings they attend through OCHA. Some understanding of the impact is important to better understand how best to help people ...especially if the goal is long-term and hoping to teach them to help themselves.
Tuesday evening was spent enjoying a meal with light-hearted conversation and banter. We laughed and joked. We answered questions and educated Pix, Ruth, Maria, Bruce, and Doug about the work that is occuring at CODEP and some of the other work that Mike and Nicole are aware of through their diligence of attending the OCHA meetings.
Wednesday morning, Mike and Nicole took the group (minus Pix who has been to the project before) up into the mountains to view some of forests that now exist through the efforts of the people. I stayed for school with the children. We started with devotions which includes singing. Pix informed us afterward that she joined us on the hymns. Around 10:15am the group returned and packed their vehicle to leave. Mike and Nicole were headed back out to attend some OCHA meetings in Leogane. The children and I took a break in the school day to say our goodbyes to the group and give them our thank you cards (for all the lovely food and gifts they kindly brought us... it really is Christmas with every group). Pix laughed at one point because she realized that her initial summary of my position as the teacher/nanny really just didn't match up with my roles and responsibilites on the compound. She then asked how I would title myself, but I don't really have an answer. A jack-of-all-trades just isn't professional enough and an administrative assistant doesn't fully encompass the position.
Mike and Nicole left with Tessa for their meetings. The other children and I saw the group off. We completed some chores, had lunch, and finished up a short day of school. Nicole called slightly before 2pm to let me know that due to an unexpected meeting they felt they should attend, she was not going to be back in time for Bibliotec that afternoon. She asked if I felt comfortable leading the planned activities. I didn't feel that my Kreyol was strong enough yet to accomplish the tasks, so we decided we would just postpone Bibliotec until the following afternoon.
At 3pm Sam, Sophie, Riah, and I went down (with Kali the puppy in tow) to inform the beach kids of the change and to spend some time interacting with them if they so desired. At first there were only a few children, but they understood the change of events and decided to join us inside our outer fences to talk and play some games. We spent time practing some English and Kreyol and the children played soccer together. Nicole, Mike, and Tessa returned after a half hour or so, but needed to get lunch and finish some work in response to their meetings. The Carlin children all spent a good hour interacting with the youth and enjoying themselves. As the time progressed, some children left and others arrived. Sophie spent time with me and the older teens as I practiced my Kreyol. All in all, it seemed to be a successful day despite the lack of formal, structured activities. The children even spontaneously broke into song. They were worship songs in Kreyol at the top of their lungs and loving every minute of it. The joy and love on their faces was astounding to me (I still haven't grown accustomed to it).
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
lekol
Monday, April 12, 2010
Mike and Nicole headed into the mountains to start their day at Pastor Duress' school which was holding classes for the first time since the earthquake (interestingly the 3-month anniversary). This school is the one where I helped erect tents a few weeks ago. Mike had been asked to be present, which ultimately meant he had been asked to say a few words to the students as they re-commenced. Mike and Nicole wanted to encourage the students and staff in their efforts.
Many schools in the area still have not been able to continue with classes. Organizations are working to address the varied needs by clearing rubble or unsafe structures so that the space can then by covered with tents or tarps for at least a temporary structure of sorts. Supplies are a entirely different matter. I have learned many details through Nicole's summarization of the education meetings she attends on a weekly basis when possible about the concerted efforts of organizations and the Haitian government to address all the needs. One way this appears to be happening is to essentially make all the schools public. Prior to the earthquake, I believe 90% of the schools were privately funded and operated. People are working diligently to locate and identify all the needs for each of these schools so that all the students (which still isn't all of the children) can continue with their education. Part of the plan is summer school so that they will be caught up on their studies and prepared to begin the next school term in the fall. Granted, many youth still haven't begun school and have no idea when they may be able to...
Mike and Nicole headed into the mountains to start their day at Pastor Duress' school which was holding classes for the first time since the earthquake (interestingly the 3-month anniversary). This school is the one where I helped erect tents a few weeks ago. Mike had been asked to be present, which ultimately meant he had been asked to say a few words to the students as they re-commenced. Mike and Nicole wanted to encourage the students and staff in their efforts.
Many schools in the area still have not been able to continue with classes. Organizations are working to address the varied needs by clearing rubble or unsafe structures so that the space can then by covered with tents or tarps for at least a temporary structure of sorts. Supplies are a entirely different matter. I have learned many details through Nicole's summarization of the education meetings she attends on a weekly basis when possible about the concerted efforts of organizations and the Haitian government to address all the needs. One way this appears to be happening is to essentially make all the schools public. Prior to the earthquake, I believe 90% of the schools were privately funded and operated. People are working diligently to locate and identify all the needs for each of these schools so that all the students (which still isn't all of the children) can continue with their education. Part of the plan is summer school so that they will be caught up on their studies and prepared to begin the next school term in the fall. Granted, many youth still haven't begun school and have no idea when they may be able to...
food for thought
Sunday, April 11, 2010
This morning I noticed that my Kreyol must be improving because I was finally able to hear some short phrases during the sermon and understand their meaning. I still don't understand most of the service or the sermon, but I am making progress. We learned some songs in Kreyol which helped. I am definitely more of a visual learner than an auditory one, but for a language both components are crucial to comprehension and retention. Pe August had copies of the songs for many of the congregation members. We spent the first half hour or so learning the 5 songs by practing the verses repeatedly until the congregation seemed to remember the tune and words (many people just listen and learn because they don't know how to read).
I ended up sharing a short bench with a little girl and her mom. The little girl was enthralled by me and the sunglasses resting on top of my head. At one point in the middle of the service, the mom grabbed the girl's head in both her hands and turned it to show me something on the side. I didn't understand at first, but after the mother turned the girl's head to the other side, I finally saw the dime-sized knots that jutted out of her neck. My first thought was that they were swollen lymph nodes, but further consideration led my thoughts to the possibility of a bone-deformation of some sort. I really didn't have any clue, after all I'm not a doctor, but the woman obviously wanted me to see them. I'm assuming she thought I might have some insight or a connection because I'm blan. I had planned to encourage her to take the little girl (whose name I later learned is Ginny) to see a doctor, but they left immediately as service was ending.
Another train of thought gripped me toward the end of the sermon as people jumped up in fear. We were sitting outside under the shade of a large tree with a vertical wall of dirt behind us. All of a sudden the earth started shaking. The aftershock seemed strong, but no more than the other 4.somethings we had already experienced. Despite sitting outside in the open, probably two dozen people in the congregation stood up and prepared to run. Almost three months after the earthquake, people are still experiencing strong fear in the midst of the aftershocks. For a few minutes, the mood of the service was interrupted by side conversations and laughter as people dealt with their adrenaline rushes. The fact that people jumped up to run even though they were sitting outside stuck with me on some level. I know that a couple book sized boulders shook lose and rolled down in our midst and that people were responding instinctively, but this experience served to remind me of how intense that day of their lives was and probably still is at times.
This morning I noticed that my Kreyol must be improving because I was finally able to hear some short phrases during the sermon and understand their meaning. I still don't understand most of the service or the sermon, but I am making progress. We learned some songs in Kreyol which helped. I am definitely more of a visual learner than an auditory one, but for a language both components are crucial to comprehension and retention. Pe August had copies of the songs for many of the congregation members. We spent the first half hour or so learning the 5 songs by practing the verses repeatedly until the congregation seemed to remember the tune and words (many people just listen and learn because they don't know how to read).
I ended up sharing a short bench with a little girl and her mom. The little girl was enthralled by me and the sunglasses resting on top of my head. At one point in the middle of the service, the mom grabbed the girl's head in both her hands and turned it to show me something on the side. I didn't understand at first, but after the mother turned the girl's head to the other side, I finally saw the dime-sized knots that jutted out of her neck. My first thought was that they were swollen lymph nodes, but further consideration led my thoughts to the possibility of a bone-deformation of some sort. I really didn't have any clue, after all I'm not a doctor, but the woman obviously wanted me to see them. I'm assuming she thought I might have some insight or a connection because I'm blan. I had planned to encourage her to take the little girl (whose name I later learned is Ginny) to see a doctor, but they left immediately as service was ending.
Another train of thought gripped me toward the end of the sermon as people jumped up in fear. We were sitting outside under the shade of a large tree with a vertical wall of dirt behind us. All of a sudden the earth started shaking. The aftershock seemed strong, but no more than the other 4.somethings we had already experienced. Despite sitting outside in the open, probably two dozen people in the congregation stood up and prepared to run. Almost three months after the earthquake, people are still experiencing strong fear in the midst of the aftershocks. For a few minutes, the mood of the service was interrupted by side conversations and laughter as people dealt with their adrenaline rushes. The fact that people jumped up to run even though they were sitting outside stuck with me on some level. I know that a couple book sized boulders shook lose and rolled down in our midst and that people were responding instinctively, but this experience served to remind me of how intense that day of their lives was and probably still is at times.
dousman
Saturday, April 10, 2010
I've come to really enjoy my quiet walks on the beach. I try to send a portion of my walk by myself so that I can just listen to God and be refreshed before interacting with the locals. What I've been noticing is that this time helps keep me grounded and aware of God's presence. The wind, waves, and sunset speak of His glory and beauty in a way that words could never describe. Yesterday and today, I have been particularly attuned to the sound of the rocks as they gently roll back into the ocean as the waves recede. The Kreyol word dousman means both slowly and gently, which is how the water moves. I sense God telling me just a little at a time. I was reminded to stay focused on the task immediately ahead of me because so often I am not capable of looking at or accepting the whole picture. Sometimes I may think that I am watching the sand and rocks closely to avoid walking on a thorn, but in reality my senses would be overwhelmed by the colors, sounds, sights, and smells if I wasn't. There is so much to notice. There is so much to experience. I am still adapting to a new culture and a new place. God is reminding me to take it slowly and gently... one step at a time.
I've come to really enjoy my quiet walks on the beach. I try to send a portion of my walk by myself so that I can just listen to God and be refreshed before interacting with the locals. What I've been noticing is that this time helps keep me grounded and aware of God's presence. The wind, waves, and sunset speak of His glory and beauty in a way that words could never describe. Yesterday and today, I have been particularly attuned to the sound of the rocks as they gently roll back into the ocean as the waves recede. The Kreyol word dousman means both slowly and gently, which is how the water moves. I sense God telling me just a little at a time. I was reminded to stay focused on the task immediately ahead of me because so often I am not capable of looking at or accepting the whole picture. Sometimes I may think that I am watching the sand and rocks closely to avoid walking on a thorn, but in reality my senses would be overwhelmed by the colors, sounds, sights, and smells if I wasn't. There is so much to notice. There is so much to experience. I am still adapting to a new culture and a new place. God is reminding me to take it slowly and gently... one step at a time.
Saturday, April 24, 2010
feeling torn
Thursday-Friday, April 8-9, 2010
I found out on Tuesday that my best friend was getting married Friday. Of course I wanted to be there even though it was just going to be a small courthouse ceremony. Through facebook statuses and instant messaging on Wednesday, I decided that going just didn't make sense. Christine and Chad are planning to have a larger ceremony after he returns from Afghanistan next year in which I should be able to participate. Plus, Christine essentially forbid me to come when she heard how expensive the ticket for the weekend was. (I knew she would and avoided telling her at first.) We ended our conversation with the comment that obviously I was meant to be here despite the fact that I was missing such an important day in her life.
Thursday morning, Nicole suggested I take the day to myself. Essentially I treated myself to some TLC (made a couple collages, watched a movie, shed some tears) for the majority of the day. Towards late afternoon, I decided to go for a walk to be present in my given situation since I had been reminded less than 24 hours previously that I was serving a purpose here. On the walk, I spent some time talking with the beach kids and just interacting ...good medicine at the time. That evening, I sent out my weekly email update and shared the homesickness I was feeling.
Friday morning, I awoke to words of encouragement from many of you reminding me of my purpose here in supporting the Carlins in the work of the project. After breakfast, I spent an hour or so in prayer for them as they talked through some details. In the midst of that prayer, God confirmed my purpose here. I am supporting the Carlins, in many different ways, and had I been at Christine's wedding that morning then I would not have been praying as intently during their communication. We opted not to have school that day, but I took the children swimming before lunch. While I was in the ocean with the kids, I felt that God was encouraging me to continue exploring my relationships with the beach children as well for me. My main purpose is to support the Carlins, but I also need to honor and acknowledge my own needs here ...so I will continue to build relationships and practice my Kreyol alongside of my other responsibilities.
Isn't God good? He always meets us where we're at. We just have to listen for His voice.
I found out on Tuesday that my best friend was getting married Friday. Of course I wanted to be there even though it was just going to be a small courthouse ceremony. Through facebook statuses and instant messaging on Wednesday, I decided that going just didn't make sense. Christine and Chad are planning to have a larger ceremony after he returns from Afghanistan next year in which I should be able to participate. Plus, Christine essentially forbid me to come when she heard how expensive the ticket for the weekend was. (I knew she would and avoided telling her at first.) We ended our conversation with the comment that obviously I was meant to be here despite the fact that I was missing such an important day in her life.
Thursday morning, Nicole suggested I take the day to myself. Essentially I treated myself to some TLC (made a couple collages, watched a movie, shed some tears) for the majority of the day. Towards late afternoon, I decided to go for a walk to be present in my given situation since I had been reminded less than 24 hours previously that I was serving a purpose here. On the walk, I spent some time talking with the beach kids and just interacting ...good medicine at the time. That evening, I sent out my weekly email update and shared the homesickness I was feeling.
Friday morning, I awoke to words of encouragement from many of you reminding me of my purpose here in supporting the Carlins in the work of the project. After breakfast, I spent an hour or so in prayer for them as they talked through some details. In the midst of that prayer, God confirmed my purpose here. I am supporting the Carlins, in many different ways, and had I been at Christine's wedding that morning then I would not have been praying as intently during their communication. We opted not to have school that day, but I took the children swimming before lunch. While I was in the ocean with the kids, I felt that God was encouraging me to continue exploring my relationships with the beach children as well for me. My main purpose is to support the Carlins, but I also need to honor and acknowledge my own needs here ...so I will continue to build relationships and practice my Kreyol alongside of my other responsibilities.
Isn't God good? He always meets us where we're at. We just have to listen for His voice.
Friday, April 16, 2010
some r & r
Monday-Wednesday, April 5-7, 2010
Mike was still struggling with some stress-related health issues, so he made the decision that he needed some down time away from work and consequently the compound. Monday afternoon the seven of us loaded up in the small pickup truck with Clement driving and Guito riding along. Nicole sat in the back seat with the two boys. I sat on the bench in the bed of the pickup with the two girls. Mike laid across the bed to try to nap. On the way up the mountain, we stopped briefly for Maradoona to jump onto the back of the truck as well.
The drive was beautiful. The temperature is cooler in the mountains and was lovely. When we arrived at the hotel in Jacmel (about an hour and a half drive away), the guys helped us unload the vehicle and carrying our bags to our rooms. It was an Americanized-hotel, but was still a Carribean paradise. The lobby was an completely open space without doors or windows. Stairs led down to the dining area, bar, and pool. Other stairs led up to our rooms and a furnished patio space. Each of our two rooms had a balcony with a gorgeous view of a small cove facing the ocean.
We spent the next 48 hours on the hotel grounds swimming, watching movies on the computers, reading, eating, praying, and sleeping. Mike's symptoms began to alleviate and make life bearable again for him. Generally the time was designated strictly for rest and relaxation, a goal which seemed to be accomplished by the time we left.
We spent the next 48 hours on the hotel grounds swimming, watching movies on the computers, reading, eating, praying, and sleeping. Mike's symptoms began to alleviate and make life bearable again for him. Generally the time was designated strictly for rest and relaxation, a goal which seemed to be accomplished by the time we left.
Four of the staff rode back to pick us up on Wednesday. They swam, which was entertaining to watch because Clement apparently can't actually swim. The water was lower than normal, but he still held onto the side of the pool as he walked to the deep end to make sure he could touch. Once he was assured that he would be able to touch the bottom without problems, he let go and enjoyed the water. Mike also shared with me how the last time Clement was in that pool, it was full so Clement never let go of the side of the pool.
Then we all enjoyed lunch together before loading the truck and heading back. I tried grilled goat so that I would have a basis for my opinion about what to do with the goat we had tied up in our compound. Goat is very tasty. It is a very lean meat and actually reminded me of deer. As I savored each bite, I almost felt like I was at my parents' house with a deer 
roast on the plate in front of me... almost.
roast on the plate in front of me... almost.The drive back was just as beautiful, but cooler. I also find the paradoxical realities becoming more and more prevalent in my eyes and mind. I spent time praying for the people and country of Haiti. It had rained that morning, which brought to mind the many hardships related to rainy seasons as well as the necessity for plant life to have the water.
We stopped for a surprise on the drive back to L'
acul. The Carlins had been interested in finding a dog for the compound, but were having difficulty locating a puppy. Clement had been keeping an eye out for one for Mike and had found one whose mother had been killed in a car accident. Mike and Clement went to Clement's house to check out this dog before bringing it to the truck and giving it to the children. Tessa entertained Clement, Guito, Maradoona, and me with her antics with her dog while we finished the ride to the compound.
acul. The Carlins had been interested in finding a dog for the compound, but were having difficulty locating a puppy. Clement had been keeping an eye out for one for Mike and had found one whose mother had been killed in a car accident. Mike and Clement went to Clement's house to check out this dog before bringing it to the truck and giving it to the children. Tessa entertained Clement, Guito, Maradoona, and me with her antics with her dog while we finished the ride to the compound.After unpacking and re-situating my space, I went for a walk before dinner and spent some 
time talking with the beach kids. The Carlins took time to clean Kali (named after Kaliptus, the Eucalyptus trees used in the CODEP project) and address some of her needs. They began researching the internet for ways to make puppy milk and food without the ability to go to the grocery store and buy those items. Sophie crocheted a leash from yarn.
time talking with the beach kids. The Carlins took time to clean Kali (named after Kaliptus, the Eucalyptus trees used in the CODEP project) and address some of her needs. They began researching the internet for ways to make puppy milk and food without the ability to go to the grocery store and buy those items. Sophie crocheted a leash from yarn.It was nice to have time away, but it was good to be home again. To settle into my own space and sleep in my own bed was almost heaven.
Easter gifts
Thursday-Sunday, April 1-4, 2010
Two men came from the states to help with the fish harvest in the mountains on Thursday. Originally we were all planning to go up together to be involved in the harvest, but Wednesday night resulted in Mike going into a nearby town to find a doctor after midnight. He was having some chest pains and difficulty breathing, which the doctor informed him was stress and anxiety. While Mike and Nicole were gone looking for medical attention, I had waited in their space per their request in case one of the children woke up or in case we had a small aftershock (in which case they might have all woken). Because of the early morning adventure, we were all needing a little extra rest the next morning and opted not to go to the harvest. However Bill and Nick went to count the fish. The harvest was decent sized despite the concerns related to the strange weather and potential complications from the earthquake shifting land (and negatively affecting the ponds/fish).
We enjoyed the took this time to have some down time and relax. I enjoyed conversations where I practiced my Kreyol. One young man in particular enjoys practicing the French he knows. So one of the conversations I was speaking in Kreyol to him through his friend who was translating the French into Kreyol and vice versa. If nothing else, the time was good for laughing. I also regularly walked the beach and had opportunities to meet new young people. More and more of the local community are aware of who I am, call out to say hi, and ask how I am doing as I pass them. On Saturday, I was even able to stop and watch part of a futbol game on my way back to the compound.
Sunday we had intended to join the services at the church we normally attend, but preparing breakfast took longer than anticipated. We decided to have a time of fellowship for the nine of us at the compound together in English instead. Our Bible study produced some great conversation and was a welcome time of rejuvenation. The kids made Funfetti cupcakes for dessert, and we started dinner with an egg-jousting war with the colored eggs they made the previous afternoon.
The guy from who
m we buy fertilizer for the project had given us a gift for our Easter celebration. This gift included two bunches of plantains, a large quantity of dried white beans, and a live goat. Mike and Nicole had planned for the staff to butcher and prepare the meat for us, but the children heard the goat's cries on Friday afternoon and begged for it not to be killed or eaten. Therefore the emotional factors involved in this decision escalated, and the goat continued to live. (P.S. He is still living in our outer compound today, but I believe he will be part of a celebration in June.) Of course, the beach children are aware of the goat's presence and laugh every time they are told it is still alive. Goat is a preferred meat by many here.
Two men came from the states to help with the fish harvest in the mountains on Thursday. Originally we were all planning to go up together to be involved in the harvest, but Wednesday night resulted in Mike going into a nearby town to find a doctor after midnight. He was having some chest pains and difficulty breathing, which the doctor informed him was stress and anxiety. While Mike and Nicole were gone looking for medical attention, I had waited in their space per their request in case one of the children woke up or in case we had a small aftershock (in which case they might have all woken). Because of the early morning adventure, we were all needing a little extra rest the next morning and opted not to go to the harvest. However Bill and Nick went to count the fish. The harvest was decent sized despite the concerns related to the strange weather and potential complications from the earthquake shifting land (and negatively affecting the ponds/fish).
We enjoyed the took this time to have some down time and relax. I enjoyed conversations where I practiced my Kreyol. One young man in particular enjoys practicing the French he knows. So one of the conversations I was speaking in Kreyol to him through his friend who was translating the French into Kreyol and vice versa. If nothing else, the time was good for laughing. I also regularly walked the beach and had opportunities to meet new young people. More and more of the local community are aware of who I am, call out to say hi, and ask how I am doing as I pass them. On Saturday, I was even able to stop and watch part of a futbol game on my way back to the compound.
Sunday we had intended to join the services at the church we normally attend, but preparing breakfast took longer than anticipated. We decided to have a time of fellowship for the nine of us at the compound together in English instead. Our Bible study produced some great conversation and was a welcome time of rejuvenation. The kids made Funfetti cupcakes for dessert, and we started dinner with an egg-jousting war with the colored eggs they made the previous afternoon.
The guy from who
m we buy fertilizer for the project had given us a gift for our Easter celebration. This gift included two bunches of plantains, a large quantity of dried white beans, and a live goat. Mike and Nicole had planned for the staff to butcher and prepare the meat for us, but the children heard the goat's cries on Friday afternoon and begged for it not to be killed or eaten. Therefore the emotional factors involved in this decision escalated, and the goat continued to live. (P.S. He is still living in our outer compound today, but I believe he will be part of a celebration in June.) Of course, the beach children are aware of the goat's presence and laugh every time they are told it is still alive. Goat is a preferred meat by many here.Thursday, April 15, 2010
hardship and joy up above
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
In reflecting on my experience walking extra, I was struck by the daily tasks of life for a Haitian. I decided to include photos to share my observations with you
This Royal Palm tree has had portions of its trunk hollowed out to create space in which to hang maize to be dried where animals can not get to it. This tree was behind where the truck was parked, but I did not even notice it until we returned from our hike.
As we walked along the road, we drew small crowds occasionally. This little group of children came to their "gate" to say good morning and wave to us.
Many people were in the midst of their daily activities. Some took breaks as we passed to speak briefly or just stare. Some people carried in their arms, but typically loads would be placed on their heads. We passed women and children carrying buckets of water a couple times. People of all ages were walking "alongside" us, many quite faster. The girl in the above photo paced herself with us instead of going quickly about her day. At the point where she would veer off, she waited for all of us to pass her before running down her own path.
The men above are working diligently to widen the current path into a road which could be passable by large trucks in hopes that they will be able to receive a relief distribution of some nature. The road is just soil and rocks filling in the low spots. Their efforts were quite evident and yet the path was still rather uneven (what else can you expect though).
When we left the demonstration forest, these two youngsters were approaching us on the path and stopped to sit in the shade of the "picturesque" erosion tree.
The love of bright colors is seen in clothes and kays (houses). In the tiny front yard of this home, the family has used a tarp to create an enclosed space. Given the conversations I have had with many others, chances are this family now sleeps under this tarp tent each night instead of risking an aftershock indoors.
Men work vigorously together to create trenches in the side of the mountain for irrigation and plant security from the rains and subsequent erosion/mudslides. I observed the men timing the swings of their picks to hit the dirt simultaneously. I noted similar actions with each working group we passed.
A young man riding a donkey. He came up the mountain behind us as we returned from the demonstration forest to the truck. He appeared to be heading home, as he stopped as a house. However I could not deduce where he had been or for what purpose.
Children are often the most interested and excited to see a group of blans walking. We did not receive as much attention on our hike out as we did during the walk in, but there were a few stragglers.
In reflecting on my experience walking extra, I was struck by the daily tasks of life for a Haitian. I decided to include photos to share my observations with you
This Royal Palm tree has had portions of its trunk hollowed out to create space in which to hang maize to be dried where animals can not get to it. This tree was behind where the truck was parked, but I did not even notice it until we returned from our hike.
As we walked along the road, we drew small crowds occasionally. This little group of children came to their "gate" to say good morning and wave to us.
Many people were in the midst of their daily activities. Some took breaks as we passed to speak briefly or just stare. Some people carried in their arms, but typically loads would be placed on their heads. We passed women and children carrying buckets of water a couple times. People of all ages were walking "alongside" us, many quite faster. The girl in the above photo paced herself with us instead of going quickly about her day. At the point where she would veer off, she waited for all of us to pass her before running down her own path.
The men above are working diligently to widen the current path into a road which could be passable by large trucks in hopes that they will be able to receive a relief distribution of some nature. The road is just soil and rocks filling in the low spots. Their efforts were quite evident and yet the path was still rather uneven (what else can you expect though).
When we left the demonstration forest, these two youngsters were approaching us on the path and stopped to sit in the shade of the "picturesque" erosion tree.
The love of bright colors is seen in clothes and kays (houses). In the tiny front yard of this home, the family has used a tarp to create an enclosed space. Given the conversations I have had with many others, chances are this family now sleeps under this tarp tent each night instead of risking an aftershock indoors.
Men work vigorously together to create trenches in the side of the mountain for irrigation and plant security from the rains and subsequent erosion/mudslides. I observed the men timing the swings of their picks to hit the dirt simultaneously. I noted similar actions with each working group we passed.
A young man riding a donkey. He came up the mountain behind us as we returned from the demonstration forest to the truck. He appeared to be heading home, as he stopped as a house. However I could not deduce where he had been or for what purpose.
Children are often the most interested and excited to see a group of blans walking. We did not receive as much attention on our hike out as we did during the walk in, but there were a few stragglers.
One of the things I have quickly learned is that if children are willing to pose for a picture, they love looking at the image on your camera afterwards. These two children had followed us a short distance to watch us in our progression. I stopped briefly to show them the pictures I had taken of them to which I was rewarded with even more smiles.
Monday, April 12, 2010
a small taste of the states
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
This morning Nicole and Sophie took Leanna, Alexis, and I up to CODEP's demonstration forest in the mountains for the first time. Although I had been here for 6 weeks I still had not made it to this "highly acclaimed" place. Clement and Mimi drove us up the mountain roughly a half hour. We turned left off the road to Jacmel onto a small side road whose purpose I was debating. There were a few little street vendors forming a mini-market where one could buy some fresh fruits, oil, pasta, and soap from what I saw. Clement parked the truck at the entrance to a dirt road, and we all exited the vehicle.
Mimi stayed with the truck, while Clement led us on our hike. We were stopped some along the way by people wanting to chat ...some small talk, others with purpose (such as expressing the desire to become part of CODEP). We paced ourselves so that we could enjoy the view and fully appreciate the overall experience.
The first picture was the view to our right (a relatively eastern look based on the sun) between two palm trees as we left the small market behind and after we passed by a tent camp. The picture on the right was a view to our left a short distance beyond that which shows the work the people of CODEP have been so diligently completing. The far left mountains in the picture show a 10 year old forest we visited. To the right, center of the photo, you may be able to identify the 2 year old forest as well.
The above left photo shows a man tending a horse. There aren't many options in this area, and he appeared to be using one of the few available trees for a little relief from the sun. As you can see, it is a little light on the top and doesn't offer much shade. We walked for about an hour before we came to the tree on the right side above. This tree is a great illustration of the amount of erosion which occurs regularly without the presence of many trees and their root systems to provide support to the soil. The 10 year old demonstration forest can be seen in the background of this picture.
Once we stepped into the forest, the difference was amazing. Honestly the forest was so similar to those in the states that I could almost forget I was still in Haiti. The smells of the soil and earth were different ...more musty and less arid. The sounds of birds chirping stood out while we were still a half mile away. I had Leanna take a picture of me inside the forest while we stopped to enjoy the cooler temperatures and lack of beating sun. On our way back to the truck, the mountain views were different due to the sun shifting positions in the sky. I felt you may appreciate the beauty as much as I do.
This morning Nicole and Sophie took Leanna, Alexis, and I up to CODEP's demonstration forest in the mountains for the first time. Although I had been here for 6 weeks I still had not made it to this "highly acclaimed" place. Clement and Mimi drove us up the mountain roughly a half hour. We turned left off the road to Jacmel onto a small side road whose purpose I was debating. There were a few little street vendors forming a mini-market where one could buy some fresh fruits, oil, pasta, and soap from what I saw. Clement parked the truck at the entrance to a dirt road, and we all exited the vehicle.
Mimi stayed with the truck, while Clement led us on our hike. We were stopped some along the way by people wanting to chat ...some small talk, others with purpose (such as expressing the desire to become part of CODEP). We paced ourselves so that we could enjoy the view and fully appreciate the overall experience.
The first picture was the view to our right (a relatively eastern look based on the sun) between two palm trees as we left the small market behind and after we passed by a tent camp. The picture on the right was a view to our left a short distance beyond that which shows the work the people of CODEP have been so diligently completing. The far left mountains in the picture show a 10 year old forest we visited. To the right, center of the photo, you may be able to identify the 2 year old forest as well.
The above left photo shows a man tending a horse. There aren't many options in this area, and he appeared to be using one of the few available trees for a little relief from the sun. As you can see, it is a little light on the top and doesn't offer much shade. We walked for about an hour before we came to the tree on the right side above. This tree is a great illustration of the amount of erosion which occurs regularly without the presence of many trees and their root systems to provide support to the soil. The 10 year old demonstration forest can be seen in the background of this picture.
Once we stepped into the forest, the difference was amazing. Honestly the forest was so similar to those in the states that I could almost forget I was still in Haiti. The smells of the soil and earth were different ...more musty and less arid. The sounds of birds chirping stood out while we were still a half mile away. I had Leanna take a picture of me inside the forest while we stopped to enjoy the cooler temperatures and lack of beating sun. On our way back to the truck, the mountain views were different due to the sun shifting positions in the sky. I felt you may appreciate the beauty as much as I do.
paradoxical realities
Monday, March 29, 2010
During a conversation this evening with Nicole, Mike, Leanna, and Alexis, the young women were sharing with us some observations they had made during their time in Haiti. One of their comments reflected my own personal thoughts about life here. Life here can be seen from two vastly different lenses at any given moment. Dichotomies appear to be everywhere, yet merge into a reality in which people live. Nature itself represents these elements which play out in the people's daily lives.
Beauty and harshness. Vibrant and deadly. Joy and pain. Alive and survive.
One can look around and see all of this. Some people choose to only see the good. Others can only seem to see the bad. The reality of life in Haiti is both. Interwoven, together, always present. For me, the idea comes down to a matter of perspective. I cut out a quote yesterday from a magazine that essentially said no matter how bad things get, I am grateful to know that I can always focus on the positive. It seems to me that is how many Haitians approach life.
I am still in awe of the vast richness of colors everywhere I go. Even the dirt seems to be more vibrant and life-giving, but that same dirt creates mudslides when mixed with rain that takes lives every year. Similar statements can be made about the water and mountains. The children I see every day could get minor cuts that turn into severe infections that result in loss of limb or life because adequate medical attention is not available or affordable.
Beauty and harshness. Vibrant and deadly. Joy and pain. Alive and survive. Just to name a few.
During a conversation this evening with Nicole, Mike, Leanna, and Alexis, the young women were sharing with us some observations they had made during their time in Haiti. One of their comments reflected my own personal thoughts about life here. Life here can be seen from two vastly different lenses at any given moment. Dichotomies appear to be everywhere, yet merge into a reality in which people live. Nature itself represents these elements which play out in the people's daily lives.
Beauty and harshness. Vibrant and deadly. Joy and pain. Alive and survive.
One can look around and see all of this. Some people choose to only see the good. Others can only seem to see the bad. The reality of life in Haiti is both. Interwoven, together, always present. For me, the idea comes down to a matter of perspective. I cut out a quote yesterday from a magazine that essentially said no matter how bad things get, I am grateful to know that I can always focus on the positive. It seems to me that is how many Haitians approach life.
I am still in awe of the vast richness of colors everywhere I go. Even the dirt seems to be more vibrant and life-giving, but that same dirt creates mudslides when mixed with rain that takes lives every year. Similar statements can be made about the water and mountains. The children I see every day could get minor cuts that turn into severe infections that result in loss of limb or life because adequate medical attention is not available or affordable.
Beauty and harshness. Vibrant and deadly. Joy and pain. Alive and survive. Just to name a few.
directions in English
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Leanna, Alexis, and I went for another walk after church. They were searching for shells and interesting finds on the beach to take back to Pittsburgh with them. These walks had become somewhat routine. I would spend some time looking with them, but often found myself engaged in conversation with someone on the beach. Regularly Pierre Richard would join us and continue his conversation about me needing a husband and when I would be getting one. For me, practicing Kreyol was useful no matter what we were discussing. As the conversations continued, I realized how I was slowly building my vocabulary and therefore my ability to better express myself as well as understand slightly more complex sentence structure. Trust me, the learning is SLOW ...but well worth the time and effort.
I have also come to cherish the time on the beach because it's one of the few ways I have to build relationships with people around here. If I stay on the compound, I don't really need to learn any Kreyol. I wouldn't practice Kreyol. I wouldn't interact with Haitians much, if ever. As I identified the need and desire within myself to embrace my reality here, I found myself becoming more adventerous and looking for opportunities to interact with people. Pierre Richard, Rubenson, Keshare, Jedson, Nelson, and Kenya are a few of the Bibliotec children who I have noticed seek me some in their own ways while I am walking. Chilene, Jubert, Marilan, and Roostania are a few of the teenagers who wish to speak with me ...some prefer to practice their English and others are interested in helping me learn Kreyol.
When Leanna, Alexia, and I returned to the compound with our wares for the day, Mike asked us if we would be interested in helping a lady put up a tent. This lady lives right below the church we attend. She has only one leg (the other was lost before the earthquake, but I don't know the details), and someone gave her a tent to sleep in. The problem she was experiencing was that the instructions were in English (just like with the larger school tents were erected). The three of us agreed and walked over with Mr. Paul (the older gentleman who maintains the compound property). The woman was there, holding a baby on her leg, watching a couple guys around my age as they cleared the area of rocks and swept the dirt flat.
The tent was a little camper. Most Americans could probably put it up without having to do anything but glance at the instructions. We were able to get it up in about 15 minutes and that time included my poor attempts at explaining what we were doing to the one guy who helped us. It also counts the time we spent trying to get the stakes pushed into the ground as we encountered a few rocks here and there. The woman said thanks with her smile and words.
Walking back across the street, my thoughts were focused on the numbers of people still without covering. Those who do have covering mostly have a tarp, tent, or sheet. Rainy season normally starts in March. The summer brings tropical storms and hurricanes. How are these structures going to protect people? The structures that existed before the earthquake on January 12th were not ideal hurricane protection. Some of those homes were roofed with coconut or banana leaves woven together. That didn't always offer protection from the rain which results in the dirt floors becoming mud. Knowing how bad things were before doesn't make the knowledge that things are worse now any better.
Leanna, Alexis, and I went for another walk after church. They were searching for shells and interesting finds on the beach to take back to Pittsburgh with them. These walks had become somewhat routine. I would spend some time looking with them, but often found myself engaged in conversation with someone on the beach. Regularly Pierre Richard would join us and continue his conversation about me needing a husband and when I would be getting one. For me, practicing Kreyol was useful no matter what we were discussing. As the conversations continued, I realized how I was slowly building my vocabulary and therefore my ability to better express myself as well as understand slightly more complex sentence structure. Trust me, the learning is SLOW ...but well worth the time and effort.
I have also come to cherish the time on the beach because it's one of the few ways I have to build relationships with people around here. If I stay on the compound, I don't really need to learn any Kreyol. I wouldn't practice Kreyol. I wouldn't interact with Haitians much, if ever. As I identified the need and desire within myself to embrace my reality here, I found myself becoming more adventerous and looking for opportunities to interact with people. Pierre Richard, Rubenson, Keshare, Jedson, Nelson, and Kenya are a few of the Bibliotec children who I have noticed seek me some in their own ways while I am walking. Chilene, Jubert, Marilan, and Roostania are a few of the teenagers who wish to speak with me ...some prefer to practice their English and others are interested in helping me learn Kreyol.
When Leanna, Alexia, and I returned to the compound with our wares for the day, Mike asked us if we would be interested in helping a lady put up a tent. This lady lives right below the church we attend. She has only one leg (the other was lost before the earthquake, but I don't know the details), and someone gave her a tent to sleep in. The problem she was experiencing was that the instructions were in English (just like with the larger school tents were erected). The three of us agreed and walked over with Mr. Paul (the older gentleman who maintains the compound property). The woman was there, holding a baby on her leg, watching a couple guys around my age as they cleared the area of rocks and swept the dirt flat.
The tent was a little camper. Most Americans could probably put it up without having to do anything but glance at the instructions. We were able to get it up in about 15 minutes and that time included my poor attempts at explaining what we were doing to the one guy who helped us. It also counts the time we spent trying to get the stakes pushed into the ground as we encountered a few rocks here and there. The woman said thanks with her smile and words.
Walking back across the street, my thoughts were focused on the numbers of people still without covering. Those who do have covering mostly have a tarp, tent, or sheet. Rainy season normally starts in March. The summer brings tropical storms and hurricanes. How are these structures going to protect people? The structures that existed before the earthquake on January 12th were not ideal hurricane protection. Some of those homes were roofed with coconut or banana leaves woven together. That didn't always offer protection from the rain which results in the dirt floors becoming mud. Knowing how bad things were before doesn't make the knowledge that things are worse now any better.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
cleanup and organize
Thursday and Friday, March 25-26, 2010
Because Leanna and Alexis were here, Nicole suggested I work with them for a couple days helping them to cleanup and organize the old classroom space which we had not gotten to yet. The classroom had been used previously as space for the beach children for Bibliotec, but Nicole had re-designed that time so that we no longer needed the indoor space. Still though, we needed to clean and re-organize the supplies because everything was a mess from the earthquake still and because we wanted to have a clear sense of our current "inventory."
The other room on which we worked had been storage for some time. Organizing and condensing were our main goals as we inventoried the variety of donated items in this space. Leanna, Alexis, and I had some good laughs about some of the items that had been given to CODEP for people. Sometimes one just is left wondering what people were thinking when they made the donations, such as a thick fleece winter hat and sweatpants. Other items are things that I assume were given as what I'd call "nice extras" but truly aren't needed (like compact mirrors and special hair clips).
We were successful in labeling and organizing the materials. We found some donated reuseable totes and bags that we can use for redistribution of seeds and hygiene goods in upcoming weeks. We also located a bunch of school supplies which we think we'll be able to give out to schools once they re-commence. Now the rooms are available for trainings, meetings, or even just indoor space to re-organize tools or supplies brought here by visiting groups.
For me it was especially nice to spend time on a visible, concrete task while enjoying the opportunity to have conversation with people my own age about a variety of topics. In some ways these dialogues were similar to some during college, but from my current perspective as life continues to change.
Friday, April 2, 2010
banana leaf pots
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Guito led a lesson in Bibliotec about how to create banana leaf pots in which to plant. Banana leaf pots are completely natural and can be used for starter plants. They can then be planted in the ground as the pot begins to break down. Actually banana leaf pots are not even made from banana leafs, but from the bark-like stem of the plant. 
There was not enough space for everyone, so only half of the group could work at a time. The first bunch listened to Guito's instructions on how to properly arrange the leaves around the empty can. Guito made a pot alongside of the children. Between watching and following directions, the banana leaf pots were carefully formed. 
Some of the children had made banana leaf pots before and just needed reminders as they worked, but other children were constructing their very first one. Guito was very encouraging as he worked with the youth to provide clear and helpful hints as they worked diligently. Per the norm, smiles and joking occurred throughout the activity as the children took pride in their efforts. Excitement over the creations fueled their desire to finish the project well.
Guito led a lesson in Bibliotec about how to create banana leaf pots in which to plant. Banana leaf pots are completely natural and can be used for starter plants. They can then be planted in the ground as the pot begins to break down. Actually banana leaf pots are not even made from banana leafs, but from the bark-like stem of the plant.The children had learned during a previous lesson with Guito what they would need to create these pots and had brought the necessary "leaves" to him ahead of time so that he could dry them for the children. The children claimed leaves and a place on the work table to begin.
Some of the youth initially preferred working along, but others sought out help from those around them immediately. Within minutes of beginning, we were all lending helping hands to assist in completing the different stages. Two of the teenagers who were milling about outside the gate even joined us. They seemed to enjoy the task as much as younger 
kids.
kids.
Some of the children had made banana leaf pots before and just needed reminders as they worked, but other children were constructing their very first one. Guito was very encouraging as he worked with the youth to provide clear and helpful hints as they worked diligently. Per the norm, smiles and joking occurred throughout the activity as the children took pride in their efforts. Excitement over the creations fueled their desire to finish the project well.The second bunch of children watched and waited for their chance to begin making their banana leaf pots. They helped their peers at times, and anticipated the upcoming opportunity.
We will continue working with Guito to have him instruct the children on how to plant something in these pots, which are all natural materials (the can is just a form which is removed at the end) and can be placed directly into the ground as the plant continues to grow. We have not yet decided on what to plant with the children but considering meringa, malibar spinach, and mangoes primarily because of the nutritional value and the frequency of use in Haiti.
I'm sorry that I don't have a picture of the finished product to show you. Hopefully I will remember to take my camera on the day we actually plant. (And no, I did not make my own ...but I do know how if I ever decide to try it.)
We will continue working with Guito to have him instruct the children on how to plant something in these pots, which are all natural materials (the can is just a form which is removed at the end) and can be placed directly into the ground as the plant continues to grow. We have not yet decided on what to plant with the children but considering meringa, malibar spinach, and mangoes primarily because of the nutritional value and the frequency of use in Haiti.
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