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Thursday, 28 December 2006
We have money to buy shoes for orphans - we
need someone in the USA to shop & mail…
For some time now,
we have been working with a local liaison (she directs a charitable foundation)
to get shoe sizes for a group of local orphans.
These children lead Dickensian lives.
It is hard to
imagine how they survive in these bleak conditions. It is not that people are cruel – no, many of
these kids are petted and hugged and loved. They are just poor.
There are no
social support systems.
The orphans here
often live with elderly grandparents getting by on a pension of $50 a
month. Alcoholism, disease, cold,
poverty, trap them. The infrastructure
is undermined by age and is the legacy of corruption in government; AIDS/HIV
rates are sky-rocketing; human trafficking is rising; and the list of
challenges and indignities goes on and on.
One of these local
children lives in a cave, with dirt floors…there are no real social services in
this formerly Communist country, nor are there many church communities to pick
up the pieces. Family takes care of
family, but many people are falling through the cracks…victims of the harsh
realities of changing economies and revolutions of government…
We cannot tackle
the big challenges, but for a few dollars we can put good shoes on these kids’
feet.
Nataliya Recommends….
The facilitator we
work is a shrewd business woman and has traveled in the USA. She has seen shoes discounted at Wal-Mart
and such places. These are excellent
quality shoes, better than one can purchase here in Eastern Europe. For a few dollars in the USA you can pickup a
decent pair of shoes on sale and pay postage to surface mail to Ukraine.
We have some cash,
donated by an anonymous donor. We can use it to reimburse people who purchase
and post shoes for these kids.
At this season,
there are many sales and shoes are marked down significantly.
We are waiting for
a list of shoe sizes, but it seems like we can get some great deals on shoes if
we could shop the post-Christmas sales now….
Drop me an e-mail
if you want to know more or have an idea of how to help.
(Mark is a PCV, so
his hands are somewhat tied, but since I am NOT a PCV, I have more freedom on
this…)
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Wednesday, 27 December 2006 – FULL MOON!
When each day is
filled with praise, each day is filled with joy.
- Janet
Hegarty, CS
Do you hear what I hear? A bell, a
bell, ringing in the night….
We were awakened in the hour of deepest darkness, between midnight and the
dawn, by the sounds of the cell phone merrily ringing as it vibrated its way
across the windowsill. Mark, crawling
out of bed, stumbled over me and made his way across the dark, dark room, to
the kitchen window where the cell phone lives. Just as he arrived, the phone
stopped ringing.
Just as suddenly, the land-line phone on the other windowsill at the
opposite side of our cozy flat began to shriek. The cell phones peals are
somewhat pleasant, like the sound of the ice cream man’s bell on a hot summer
day, .while the landline has a very urgent, forthright quality about it. It is
more like a fire alarm, than a phone ringing.
I lay there in the dark listening as Mark yell expectantly into the mouth
piece, “Hello! ...Hello? ...Hello????”
Over the Christmas weekend, we have been summoned to the cell phone
several times, but each time, sadly, we were never able to connect.
Being far from family and friends can be a challenge - you can get the
blues and a reassuring phone call can make a big difference.
On the other hand, the excitement of a ringing phone and then the dead
air of failed technology can be quite a letdown. Despite the disappointment of dashed hopes,
there is the blessing of knowing someone has at least made the attempt!
This morning was different though!
Mark’s parents got through!
Alleluia!
We listened to a brief recap of the family Christmas – we were the only
first cousins on that side of the family not present at the party. There were lots of babies and small children
to cuddle and at least one expectant Mom in the crowd which made the gathering
even more festive.
Yes, this phone conversation was routine, but of course, as is often the
case, it is not so much what is said, but rather that someone says something.
So after the middle of the night phone call, I drifted back into pleasant
dreams, fueled by fresh memories of the happy sounds of loving voices and the
image of a smiling spouse as he connected with people he loves.
My Phone Aversion, E-Mail, and
Holiday Cards…
Frankly, I am not big on using the phone. It is the written word that
comforts and delights me. I seldom
initiate phone calls, not because I do not care or have nothing to share, but
because I am not comfortable with them.
Back in the USA, I rely on the answering machine or voice mail. I actually prefer to leave a message rather
than to actually connect! .Most people
who know me are aware of this aversion of mine and are forgiving of it.
I guess I see the phone as a tool and consider it somewhat intrusive.
I am so grateful for the magic of e-mail technology. The words of family and friends arrive and
are tucked into my heart as a backup to the copy in my laptop.
And of course a handwritten letter in the post office box is a real
delight too!
At this time of year we eagerly anticipate holiday cards, notes and
letters. The walls of our rather Spartan flat are decorated with a handful of
happy Santas and holiday trees sent through the old-fashioned postal
service. (And we are grateful to know
that a few more will eventually find their way here!)
In our pre-Peace Corps life (and probably in our post-PC life) when our
holiday season ends (late January), I tuck away the newest cards (and the old
ones. When the next Christmas comes, I
eagerly pull them out and spend some quiet time relishing them all over again.
Each year I choose one or two cards to mat and frame and add them to the
ever-growing Annual Pulver Holiday Gallery display that I am the loving curator
of! The others delightful cards (and
annual letters and photos) fill a large red basket that I keep prominently
displayed near a comfortable chair by the Christmas tree so I can peruse them
when nostalgia strikes.
I do love the holidays – it is so wonderful to connect, to reach out and
to celebrate all the joys and hopes of friends and family!
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Tuesday, 26 December 2006
For me, prayer is a surge of the heart;
it is a simple look turned toward heaven,
it is a cry of recognition and of love,
embracing both trial and joy.
- St. Therese of Lisieux
We woke to a
snow-covered world…
Walking home from the Christmas party last night, the rain seemed to be
trying hard to become snow. Under the glow of the street lights the raindrops
glistened white and as they accumulated on our coats and hair, they suggested
snow. Almost snow, but not quite snow
yet.
This morning in
that half-sleep when my mind swims up from the depths of the dark sea of sleep,
I became aware of that special kind of stillness that means a blanket of snow
has fallen. I lay there with my eyes closed,
treasuring the anticipation.
“Look outside,
sleepyhead,” Mark’s voice prodded me from the kitchen, where he was making
coffee and setting out bowls for our breakfast cereal. “It’s snowing!”
I jumped up, and looked
out our street-side window at the white world outside. I voiced a small prayer of gratitude for the
special magic of the first snowfall of the winter.
As I watched, a
few children came outside to test the snow, tossing it, tasting it, laughing
and tumbling in it. The neighborhood
cats, not amused by the turn of events, tip-toe fastidiously through the fresh
snow, trying to keep their delicate paws dry.
The dogs, on the other hand, seem delighted. They are as joyful as the children and bound
about, barking happily and enjoying the surprising developments.
I stand by the
window, sipping hot coffee and embracing the moment. There are places where people never have this
special pleasure – the first snowfall of the season.
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Monday, 25 December 2006 – CHRISTMAS DAY!
Christmas is NOT a holiday here –YET!
During Communist
rule, religion was expunged from daily life.
Devout Christians had to hide their worship. And, most people who practice religion here
are influenced by Orthodox churches – there is a confusing and complicated
discussion of the significant split in the Orthodox churches so Ukrainian
Orthodox and Eastern Orthodox and Greek Orthodox (and others) are quite
distinctive having different hierarchies, etc. In any case, they do seem to
share the same calendar - the OLD calendar so they celebrate Jesus birth on the
7th of January (not to be confused with discussions of Epiphany
though!). So, Christmas as we in the USA
know it, is NOT really celebrated here.
Of course as a
secular event, Christmas as we know it in the USA is making inroads here. The influence of media has made Santa Claus
and Christmas trees almost mainstream.
But, they still tie these traditions to New Year’s Eve, as they did in
the Communist-era.
This year, the
progressive Kerch city officials splurged and erected a huge holiday tree in
Lenin Square, right in front of the equally huge statue of Comrade Lenin. The tree-lighting will coincide with sunset
on our Christmas Day. This event,
involving the arrival of Father Frost and Snow Maiden and troops of dancers and
probably fireworks, kicks off a week of
revelry, just as things are winding down for our friends and family in America.
We Missed the Tree Lighting…
I was disappointed
to miss the tree lighting ceremony, but felt obliged to attend a holiday party
organized by people at the center where we have been teaching cross-culture
classes.
The Director of
this organization decided to host an American Pot-Luck Dinner, an idea hatched
from her experiences with American pot luck dinners during her whirl-wind
travels to various church groups in the USA to solicit support for the local
orphanage her organization sponsors.
We arrived,
expecting to be guests, but we were quickly handed scripts and asked to teach
several songs, organize some typical American activities, advise on the table
layout, tell the real Christmas story, say grace, etc. This is not unusual here, but I am a slow
learner.
We pulled it off
and I think N. was happy with our efforts.
It is sometimes hard to tell.
Generally people are not very effusive (compared to Americans anyway)
here and seem pretty noncommittal about things…hard for us to read them. You learn to just do your best and not be
concerned about feedback.
But, once again,
we were surprised to find ourselves suddenly among a warm, caring group who
indulged us as we spoke of missing family, friends and holiday traditions. They
encouraged us to sing, dance, share stories, prayers and toasts.
Most of those
present could be described as agnostics I guess and at least one is a Moslem,
yet they listened, asked questions, and shared in the activities. Only a few present could speak English, yet
despite language barriers they were genial, and responsive. Sitting there in the glow of holiday lights
under a decorated fir tree with a small illuminated crèche taking center stage,
I wondered about
the diversity I have experienced in celebrating my Christmas holidays this
year, in this city where Christmas is not celebrated. In this isolated, small 2600-years-old
Crimean city with its Greek roots and Russian and Tartar peoples, there is
amazing diversity, but one thing is consistent: the people here are warm,
genuine and loving.
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Sunday, 24 December 2006 – CHRISTMAS EVE!
The Most Unlikely Christmas Eve Day
Events…We Celebrate Hanukah!
Sometimes my own
life amuses me with the odd twists and turns it takes. Today, Christmas Eve Day, I was delighted to
find myself gathered together with a group of joyful Ukrainian/Russian Jews, celebrating
the last day of Hanukah.
The candle flames
in the Menorah seemed to dance along with the young women who lead the
congregation in a spirited celebration.
Soon many of the guests joined in the snake dance – the dancers wound
their way around the room, clapping, laughing, smiling and singing
praises. Other members of the
congregation moved through the rows of seated people and offered latkes and
other traditional foods.
Far from family
and friends on a very special Christian holiday, we were unexpectedly blessed
(and grateful) to be embraced by this community of exuberant strangers.
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Saturday, 23 December 2006
The Plumber Arrives!
Yesterday we came
home to a potential disaster. I had a
big dead, dirty bird in my refrigerator and it needed to be cooked. So the plan
was to have our holiday dinner Friday night.
But, when we arrived home yesterday, our plans changed.
Expect the
unexpected…
This time –
plumbing problems! A valve snapped off
(rusted through) in the shower apparatus and spewed water everywhere. We turned off the water to the flat. All I could think about was the morning
dishes in the sink (that impromptu tea party that had us off and running
yesterday AM!) and the need to cook that turkey very soon. (The turkey really
needed a bath!)
So, no water
yesterday, and no holiday meal. The
plumber arrived at 0830 this morning and made a quick-fix (temporary).
Soooo the happy
holiday meal happened on Saturday evening.
While the big
“fish” (as we jokingly called it to keep our two parakeets from knowing we were
eating a fellow bird) roasted in the teeny-tiny oven, we made our traditional
holiday wreath cookies and a couple batches of chocolate fudge. We cranked up the holiday music and had a wonderful
time.
The turkey was a
moist and flavorful treat. Mark’s
dressing was excellent too. Now we can relax and enjoy leftovers, eat chocolate
fudge and wreath cookies for the rest of our Christmas holiday!
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Friday, 22 December 2006
Tea with L. and her Collective.
L. ambushed
us. She coordinated a small impromptu
holiday tea. Since the Ukrainian
holidays don’t kick-in till late next week, we were not prepared. We scrambled around selecting boxes of cordial-filled
chocolate-covered cherries and scribbling holiday sentiments in Russian onto
greeting cards and still managed to arrive only a little late.
The usual group
that comprises L.’s collective raised glasses of champagne and plied us with
sweets as we relaxed in the sunny area near the library’s check out desk. Something about champagne at 10 AM and this
library right out of an old soviet-era film makes me laugh.
I explain that in
the USA, champagne is very expensive and seldom shared except maybe on New
Year’s Eve or for a wedding toast. They
found this amusing. Typically, the
conversation circles around cultural differences and similarities and holiday
traditions and then on to other small talk.
It is a pleasant little party.
L. is heading off
to her son’s home in Moscow for the New Year’s celebration this year. So this tea party is the extent of the
holiday merriment this year.
Once again I am
caught off guard. Last year, we learned
the ropes about New Year’s celebrations in Ukraine at a huge costume party at
the library. This year we were ready
with costumes, piñata and ideas for our portion of the entertainment. But, typically, when we are prepared, the
test is cancelled! 8-)
Expect the
unexpected here.
You’re not from around here are you?...Or,
small linguistic victories!...
“How much are the
potatoes, sir?” I asked in Russian.
“Ahhh, those are
Crimean-reds! Very tasty,” he said,
stooping down to pick up a handful show me.
“Beautiful! A kilogram, please,” I said, smiling at him.
He looked at me a
moment and then eyed Mark who sported a typical fur hat. “Are you two from Bulgaria?” he asked as he
handed me my purchase.
I really smiled
then. “No, I am an American,” I laughed.
We exchanged a
little more small talk before we walked away.
“So, Mark” I said
to my husband with a happy sigh, ”My Russian must be getting pretty good! He guessed a Eastern European country!”
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Wednesday, 20 December 2006
We must be willing to get rid of the life we've planned,
so as to have the life that is waiting for us.
- Joseph Campbell
Tom Turkey
Arrived for Dinner…
Mark just came home unexpectedly with a guest (also unexpected) - our
holiday turkey was delivered to the library so Mark brought him home to be
refrigerated.
He is quite a large bird and the refrigerator is quite small. And not very cold. And frequently defrosts, dribbling water all
over the front hallway.
I think I may roast this bird tomorrow rather than on Christmas Eve Day,
as I had originally planned.
The logistics of this will be a challenge too. The oven is very tiny (but I am grateful we
have an oven - many PCVs we know have no ovens. They cook on small stove-tops -
like a hot plate)
Crimeans seldom prepare large pieces of meat or big birds. I suspect they cook parts of it as
needed. There are still people who do
not have refrigerators. When you shop
daily for your food, you buy smaller portions and so not having a refrigerator
is not so bad, just inconvenient at times.
They singed the feathers off this bird.
There is still a bit of stubble on the bird; it is like a
five-O-clock-shadow. I am reminded that
the bird was recently alive and happily strutting around at some Babushka’s
dacha rather than raised in a large sterile turkey farm and processed at a
packing plant.
I think we paid 150 UAH (about $30 USD) for this bird. Very pricey (many people we know make 20-50
UAH a day…3-5 UAH an hour) In America
turkey is an inexpensive meal, here it is a luxury.
So, in the interest of my typical American fixation with hygiene, we will
have to cook up this holiday bird soon and reschedule our holiday feast for a
few days earlier I guess…
Sooooo, we can get in the holiday mood early with a fine meal, and then
just relax on Christmas and enjoy a lazy day with great leftovers.
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Tuesday, 19 December 2006
To those leaning on the sustaining infinite,
to-day is big with blessings.
-
Mary Baker Eddy
Excerpts from an E-Mail I Sent:
Concerning what "I did NOT expect to
do that in the Peace Corps!"
I sent the
following post to the Peace Corps 2 Yahoo Group
forum where prospective volunteers share concerns, questions and issues
while they while away the long months from application, nomination, through medical and dental clearances and
then on to staging and training. There
are many current PCVs and returned PCVs who also interact and provide a voice
of reason or take on a mentoring role.
Today I thought it would be fun to invite people to discuss a
topic…sooo, read on….
Excerpt Follows…
…I have been thinking about stuff that makes me say "I did NOT expect to do that in the Peace Corps!"
I guess we "PCV-types" generally expect to deal with privation and have a picture of what that means. Of course the PC lifestyle is generally pretty basic, but there are moments that seem like aberrations...I suspect that phrase (I did NOT expect to do that in the Peace Corps) runs through the minds of most PCVs at some point in their PC tenure. It might be fun to share some of those moments...
I recently received a boxed DVD set of the first season of "Desperate Housewives "series in the mail. Stateside, I would probably NEVER have tuned in to this soap opera (and seldom watched TV) - but here, isolated from America, Americans and the English language, I have become addicted to it! (Ditto with "Lost"...I am eager to get season 2!) Another PCV I know watched alllllll the episodes in a marathon 24-hour session! Somehow, I did NOT expect to watch junk "TV" during my Peace Corps experience.
I also did not expect to drink champagne as part of my Peace
Corps experience. In Crimea champagne is CHEAP and available and people
celebrate life often, lifting toast after toast of bubbly. Even at work (where
the outhouse is stocked with old magazines and books for TP) one is faced with
celebrations (almost daily!) and the offer of champagne. (These are not
affluent people - these are people who went live with five people in a one room
flat, went five winters without heat...their lives still resemble old black and
white films of the bleak Soviet era!) American's associate champagne with
wealth and luxury - Americans usually only break out champagne at weddings, on
New Year's Eve and when you want to impress a special date. People here
in Ukraine are struggling economically, battling a horrible infrastructure,
dealing with crime and corruption, human trafficking issues, the fastest
growing HIV/Aides rate in the world, may not have water or heat, and face a
long string of other challenges - but they find something to celebrate and a
glass of champagne is raised. (FYI: Here, a large bottle of champagne is
faaaaar less expensive than say a small bottle of Coca Cola.) I did NOT expect
to drink champagne in the Peace Corps.
(Ditto on wearing fur coats and fur hats...here this is not luxury, it is
practical! And yes, I have a fur coat!)
One more "I did NOT expect to do that in the Peace Corps!" moment...My brother, who served in Malawi as a PCV for several years in the mid-eighties, and then returned to make it his permanent home, recently got a cell phone! The man has to deal with baboons and hauls drinking water... He lives on top of a remote mountain and only recently moved out of his mud hut into a brick home (made his own bricks!) with a corrugated metal roof and a single light-bulb that strains to work from the power generated by a small solar panel on his roof; he cooks over a wood fire and has no running water or heat....but he has a cell phone! It just strikes me funny...
So do any of you RPCVs or currently serving PCVs have one of these "I did NOT expect to do that in the Peace Corps!" moments you would like to share? I imagine we would enjoy hearing your tales and your stories may give the prospective PCTs in this forum a clearer picture of what to expect when they finally get their opportunity to serve
I must add this - I am very grateful for this forum and the people who are willing to share their opinions and advice and experiences about our common bond, the Peace Corps experience.
I look forward to some amusing reading! 8-)
Ginn
Dawdling Here, When I Should be Planning a Christmas Gathering for my English Club
Read our Ukraine & Malawi Journals: www.pulverpages.com
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Monday, 18 December 2006
Excerpts from an E-Mail I Sent:
Concerning the Crimean Postal Experience…
…We made a post office run and sent some envelopes off in the mail this weekend...not really gifts, just some local stuff (local snacks, paper dolls, etc).
I am not complaining, but you would not believe the postal experience here - the expression “going-postal” could have started here, only it would be the customers who go off I think!
The whole post office experience is a hang-over from the soviet-era mentality. The old building with high ceilings (in excess of 20 feet) is dim and stuffy. They do not turn on lights here until night time, even when it is dark and grey outdoors and then it is one bare bulb (....even at the hospital it was like that.). The process is very bureaucratic: cannot seal the package before the clerk views contents, clerk seals package, there are several special stamps and seals, several people involved in transactions, pushy people butting into what is a line (but to American-eyes it is a crowd huddling and watching).
We spent about 240 Hryvnia or ($48 USD) about 4-5 days pay (for a Ukrainian librarian, teacher, or a PCV) on postage and, once we got to the head of the "line", about an hour getting the actual transaction done. People turn to stare when the clerk announces the tally. (The Rich-American light comes on or maybe the Stupid American light)
We have learned that it is wise to bring along a chocolate bar for the clerk...this is typical of any business place you go. Often you must go back several times, but those who bring along a chocolate bar, are usually treated better. This is odd, because the chocolate bar costs only about 50 cents...When we mailed the Flat Stanleys back to XXX we had to go to the post office about five times - after they were mailed the clerks contacted us and needed more money...
This is a great place for learning patience...though people tend to be rather passive-aggressive really since you can't ever get stuff done as planned. We Americans are so Pollyanna perky, even the cynics among us, at least by comparison.
Well enough of my opinions...Just want you to share in our experience. Please let me know when/if the big envelopes arrive.
(Footnote: We mailed several packages to the USA in
early - November and they have not arrived to the recipients yet. Even mail
inside Ukraine seems to be waylaid – we mailed5-6 envelopes with certificates
of appreciation to Flat Stanley participants and they have not arrived
yet. In-coming mail, on the other
happier-hand, is quick and arrives unopened and in good condition. No requests
for customs fees so far!)
My niece in Des
Moines shared this humor with me - Subject: Christmas Stamps
A blonde goes to the post office to
buy stamps for her Christmas cards. She says to the clerk, "May I have 50
Christmas stamps?"
The clerk says,
"What denomination?"
The woman says,
"God help us. Has it come to this?
Give me 6 Catholic, 12 Presbyterian, 8 Mormons and 22 Baptists
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Sunday, 17 December 2006
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Saturday, 16 December 2006
A Troubling Finding…
The following article
presents a troubling side to the Ukrainian psyche. I wonder how accurate the
poll is and also how representative it is of our friends and neighbors here in
eastern Crimea, where the ethnic Russian influence is so strong.
Over a third of Ukrainians believes that Jews should not be
citizens of Ukraine, according to the poll
Over a third of Ukrainians believes that Jews should not be citizens of
Ukraine, according to the results of a recent poll conducted by
Kyiv International Institute of Sociology.
Based on a survey of 2,000 respondents, the poll found that 37 percent of
Ukrainians would not want to share their nationality with Jews.
This figure jumped to 45 percent in the 18-to-20 age bracket.
The situation has deteriorated since 1994, when just 26 percent of those asked
said they would not like Jews to have Ukrainian citizenship.
The survey also asked the respondents to answer whether they were sure that Jews
were completely like other citizens of Ukraine. Only 57.4 percent of
respondents completely agreed with that statement.
Respondents to the poll felt even more strongly about Roma and ethnic Romanians
not being citizens of Ukraine, with 71.8 percent against the former having
citizenship and 61.4 percent against the latter.
The regions of Ukraine were also broken down by the degree to which they
consider Jews to be the same as regular citizens of Ukraine:
Western Ukraine came in last, with only 45 percent of respondents saying that
there was no difference between Jews and other Ukrainian
citizens. Central Ukraine, including Kyiv, appeared to be the most tolerant,
with 68 percent reporting that they considered Jews to be
the same as other Ukrainian citizens.
The survey also featured questions as to who should be allowed in the country,
with almost 15 percent responding that they were against
Americans visiting Ukraine. Only 6.6 percent were against the country having
Jewish visitors.
Questions about other nationalities were also asked. A total of 22.7 percent of
respondents would consider having an ethnic Russian as a
close friend, versus only 12.2 percent who would consider an ethnic Jew or 7.8
percent who would befriend an ethnic American. The
respondents said they were more comfortable with North American guests (52.2
percent being comfortable with American guests, 58.7 percent being comfortable
with Canadian guests) versus 29 percent being comfortable with Jewish guests.
Almost 53 percent would be comfortable with German guests, and a whole 59.8
percent with French guests, a much better showing than for Roma, who only 31.1
percent of Ukrainian respondents would welcome as visitors.
Leading Jewish authorities in the country were skeptical of the poll's results,
believing the situation for Jews in Ukraine to not be as dire
as the survey suggests.
Chief Rabbi of Kyiv Yaakov Dov Bleich was among the skeptical. "I would
not say that there's no anti-Semitism [in Ukraine], I'm not
saying that there's not a problem, but to put it at that level, that's
something that we've never seen, have never heard before," Bleich
said, adding that he would like to see how the questions were formulated.
"Polls can never be taken at face value," he said. "The onus is
on them [Kiev International Institute of Sociology] to prove that they
did a normal and true poll."
"Anyone who says there is no anti-Semitism in Ukraine is lying," he
emphasized. "The important thing is how the government is going to
react."
Dr. Anatoly Podolsky, director of the Ukrainian Center for Holocaust Studies, a
five-year-old non-governmental organization, also found
anti-Semitism in Ukraine to be less than the results of the poll suggest.
"I am not sure about the results of the survey, a project
done by my center has other information," he said.
"Ukraine is a multicultural society. It's not only Ukrainians, Jews are
part of Ukrainian society," he said.
Vyacheslav Likhachev, an expert on anti-Semitism for various organizations in
the country, was also dubious about the results of
the survey. "The results of other research I have seen before was much
better," Likhachev said, citing a recent poll by the International
Tolerance Center. In that poll, "the situation with Jews was better than
with Poles, Moldovans, Hungarians and other close neighbors of
Ukraine," he said.
"The general tolerance for Jews is quite good, very good, because in
general, the situation of xenophobia in Ukraine is not good, but it is
better than for many other ethnic groups," Likhachev said.
A total of 103,600 Jews were counted in Ukraine's 2001 census, making up 0.2
percent of Ukraine's population, according to the State
Statistics Committee. National minorities account for 22.2 percent of Ukraine's
population.
Two thousand people across the country were surveyed for the poll, which was
conducted in mid-October.
http://www.kyivpost.com/nation/25718/print/
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Friday, 15 December 2006
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Thursday, 14 December 2006
Excerpt from my E-Mail Reply to an RPCV…
(He was a friend
during graduate school. We lost touch
and then re-connected Online through our mutual Peace Corps adventures. He is now an RPCV and recently decided to go
back to the country he served in. He is there on his own dime this time.)
…So what are you up to in V….? Are you a certified
beach bum living your days out in paradise, or are your employed somewhere
there? 8-) My brother was a PCV in
Malawi and he also returned to the country he served and has happily-ever-aftered
there since 1985!
My Peace Corps adventure has been rather convoluted - I was actually medivaced
before I swore in - I was medically separated and would have to wait two years
from my last surgery to even re-apply (breast cancer). So I became an RPCT!
Since my spouse was still in Ukraine, I just got a visa and
returned on my own. My Mom died and left me exactly what I would make as
a PCV and enough for roundtrip tickets!
I joke about being here on the Wanda Thompson Jeys Foundation Grant for
the Fulfilling of a Lifetime Dream” (WTJGFLD)... So I am here in
Ukraine, working hard at a variety of challenging projects. One perk is I can
ignore the "BS" real PCVs deal with! 8-) (Hmmm, some gallows
humor here - I could just be a PCV and say it stands for Post Cancer
Volunteer...or maybe change the Peace to Pieces...)
Sooo, I am happy and healthy and yes, we do head back to the USA in May or June. I am not certain what is ahead, but I know in
my heart that life is good...and there will be adventures! 8-)…
Keep in touch and I will too!
Ginn
Happy Holidays from Our Home by the Black Sea
Read our Journals: www.pulverpages.com
OIGINAL NOTE FOLLOWS (I deleted name and location)
At 10:20 PM 12/12/2006, you wrote:
Hi Ginny:
This is T… here from your former UOP Online days. I read your post in the PC
yahoo group...So, you only have 5 months left? Sounds like you have enjoyed the
experience much in the same way that I did in V….. In fact, I liked it so much
I came back to V…. in August 2006 and have yet to leave. Anyways, enjoy the
remaining time as it will fly by, and congratulations. It is quite an
accomplishment.
Cheers,
T….
RPCV V….. 2003 - 2005
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Thursday, 14 December 2006
Excerpt from an E-Mail to Perspective PCVs
on Kitchens & Cooking
The e-mail traffic
from perspective PCVs is interesting reading (for us) and we have many
opportunities to interject some opinions and share our experiences with
them. Packing lists are always a big
conversation. Many potential PCVs seem to think they are going on an extended
camping trip and outfit themselves with packs and sleeping bags, etc from REI,
and other upscale retailers.
Here is one of my
recent responses…(someone is very adamant about brining measuring cups in their
two-bags-allowed…seems pretty crazy to me, but I must admit, I brought along
two small porcelain rabbit napkin rings…a little touch of elegance for our
home. 8-.) Well, read on…
Cooking in the Peace Corps...Cooking and shopping was
actually integrated into our initial language and culture training.
We are here in a small, isolated town in eastern Crimea (Ukraine). In our
pre-soviet era flat, our kitchen has an ancient small two burner butane gas
stove (and large gas tank) with a tiny oven (15" X 15" opening - try
getting a turkey in that oven! Well, try getting a turkey here
actually!). The oven has no thermostat. I have mastered it though and
made a beautiful pumpkin pie from scratch - my Ukrainian associates were amazed
that we made a dessert from pumpkin. Generally pumpkin is for pigs.
We know a few PCVs in Crimea who do not have ovens and have only hot plates
(some PCVs live in school housing). Actually our Ukrainian neighbor cooks
on a hotplate. (We know PCVs here who chop their own wood for heating and
who have outhouses and no indoor plumbing making dish-washing and bathing real
challenges...and we know PCVs who have DSL and other luxuries too!)
Our tiny fridge is older than the stove and almost rusted through. It wheezes
and gasps and often leaks all over the floor, because the door does not seal
properly. The freezer (a small compartment inside the fridge) has
no door, so can't make ice... Our host family unplugged their fridge in
the winter (save on electricity) and kept cold things out on the kitchen porch.
People generally shop daily and simply do not have much to store in a
fridge. I have photos of a suburban family fridge with the door open and
my Ukrainian associates just stare at all the food inside.
You CAN buy nice refrigerators, stoves, microwaves, etc but these are still
luxury items here. They are not
expensive, by American standards but the average Ukrainian cannot afford
them. We try to live like our co-workers
and neighbors-working class people: teachers, librarians,
etc. I feel like conspicuous consumption can spark
bitterness and resentment among people who do not have the choices we
do. So, we live very modestly and try to be culturally
sensitive...that means we generally shop at the local bazaar, and try not to
buy stuff that is not in season or imported for expats, etc...
As for measuring cups...my spouse and I are laughing a bit. We are puzzled by
the fuss about measuring cups! Of course, we have both been cooking
forever - we are older. My husband is an avid cook and I love to bake, but I
cannot think of anything where the measurement must be so precise that I cannot
improvise by using a simple teacup as a measure. (FYI: A standard teacup is
about 6 oz so filled to the top, it is 8 oz)
Here in Ukraine, cooks use weight (ie: so many grams of flour). It is fun to
use their recipes! PCVs here often can the really wonderful fruits and
veggies during the summer months when they are cheap and plentiful. During the
long winter months about the only thing at the bazaar are apples, potatoes,
carrots, cabbage and beets.
Cooking is a cozy hobby to cultivate during the cold months! PC Ukraine
PCVs put together a useful cookbook for our newcomers - lots of pointers on
shopping, substitutions, nutrition and cooking.
Tonight - I think we will have borsch with a dollop of sour cream, a slab of
hearty black bread and some local Crimean wine! 8-)
Ginn
On a Cold Friday Night in Crimea
Photos of our PCV kitchen are on our website: www.pulverpages.com
EXCERPTS FOLLOW:
Cooking in the PC? Stove? Fridge?
ETC? Posted by: "Sarah " Date: Wed Dec
13, 2006 6:14 am ((PST))
... wanted to know how many of the PCVs cook while at their site. If they
do cook on their own, do they have a stove to cook with? Do you have
an oven? Also how likely is it that you have some form of a fridge or
freezer? ... probably headed to EE ... Sarah
________________________________________________________________________
1b. Re: Cooking in the PC? Stove? Fridge?
ETC? Posted by:
midwesternguyinflorida" Date: Thu Dec 14, 2006 12:29 am
((PST))
...I am in Bulgaria, and I don't know of anyone here that doesn't have an oven,
a stove, and a fridge with a small freezer. There are even a handful of
volunteers that have microwaves! ... you can buy everything you need here to
set up a nice kitchen (sharp knives,
non-stick pans, etc), but you will probably want to pack some measuring
cups from home....Ryan Bulgaria, 2006-2008
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Wednesday, 13 December 2006
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Tuesday, 12 December 2006
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Monday, 11 December 2006
What we did this lazy weekend…
The weekend
escaped me somehow. We both neglected
our to-do lists entirely, so this morning I am feeling uncomfortably
behind. I like my Mondays to be free of
demands, but instead I have a long list today.
No lingering over a second pot of coffee…sigh.
Unexpected guests
arrived on the Saturday morning bus from Feodosia. The two, PCVs, called the evening before to
let us know they would be in town. We met them at the bus station and shared
the gray, chilly day doing some sightseeing and comparing notes on opinions
about PCV life, policy and procedures.
At about 5, they boarded the bus and headed home again.
Saturday evening I
pulled out my small box of holiday decorations and made the décor of our flat
even more like an elementary school classroom.
The colorful Cyrillic alphabet poster, several large maps, and collages
of inspirational postcards and family photos brighten the bare walls of our PCV
home. Now a large holiday banner (Happy
New Year in Russian) stretches across one wall.
Beneath it, I hung red ribbon and posted the eight Christmas cards we
got last year.
On our makeshift
coffee table (improvised from a piece of wood, four large water bottles and a
blanket) is an 18-20 inch tall tree which I purchased last year in Kiev (when
we were evacuated for avian flu). It is
decked with bright yellow (made from index cards) and garlanded with a strip of
red ribbon I salvaged from a gift from last year. A friend sent us two small stockings last
year and they are waiting under our tree until Christmas Eve, when they will be
hung on the book shelf, with care, hoping St Nicholas soon will be there.
I folded white
printer paper and snipped away until I had a small stack of various sized
snowflakes. I used dental floss to create a snow storm in our windows.
We stayed up late
watching two DVD (loaned to us) - The first, “The Gladiators” was quite good,
though brutal. The second film, even
more brutal, and, in my opinion, not particularly good, was ”The Passion of
Christ.” This was in Aramaic with Russian subtitles, but there really is little
dialog. It just did not seem to convey
the crucifixion in any kind of meaningful way (for me). I do not need reminders
of man’s inhumanity to man.
Sunday we hiked to
the bazaar and made a few purchases for our larder and then joined our
neighbors for dinner at their flat. They
live in England, but often come to visit her family here. She is Ukrainian and
a native of Kerch, while he is quite British.
They recently purchased a flat in our courtyard. They will rent it to visiting businessmen
when they can and will use it themselves during their frequent stays. It was
fun to get acquainted.
So on this cold
Monday morning (I have the supplemental electric heater on today and am dressed
in many layers!), I find myself with several projects to accomplish. I had
anticipated uploading some draft website materials for coordination for Friends
of Ukraine. But, my lazy weekend did not
include the 8-10 hours of work I had planned to accomplish. This puts Mark behind too. He is doing design, I am doing content. This lapse is uncharacteristic of both of us,
but we had an enjoyable, relaxed weekend after a rather harried preceding week.
Tonight we teach
our Culture Class.
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Saturday, 9 December 2006
Some Packing Advice to a Perspective PCV
Following is an
excerpt from an e-mail discussion on what to pack for a Peace Corps
experience. Of course Africa and Eastern
Europe require different items, but it is the attitude (or philosophy) that is
most important in refining a packing list.
What is your purpose in going in the Peace Corps? This question can help streamline that
packing list.
From: Virginia <vjpulver@pulverpages.com>
To: Matthew Sent: Wednesday, Subject: Travel Light...Re: Fwd: Invite to Malawi
Ahhhh, yes, the packing dilemma. It is a good diversion while you bide your
time until you actually depart! My feeling/opinion is to embrace the
culture and arrive ready to live among the locals in the way they live.
The most important thing you can bring is an attitude of acceptance and
sincerity. People have so little (materially) there. I found myself
embarrassed by all the things I packed up the mountain with me. There is
also a dilemma in sharing your wealth of things with people- it introduces a
sense of competition/strife among locals.
No real specific advice, but I recommend you travel light and be receptive to
the warm people you will meet. It will change your life.
Life is good...
Ginn
On a Grey Day in Crimea
(Footnote: So many PCVs can barely
carry their bags when they arrive. They look foolish struggling along and have
far too many clothes and personal items, in my opinion. The local people see
them as a target and hang around looking for a hand out. We often unintentionally perpetuate that rich
American image…)
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Friday, 8 December 2006
Obsessing over pots and pans…
I was fixated on
scrubbing a small skillet when I just stopped.
I really do take pleasure in getting my pots and pans looking shiny and
new. Periodically, I find my self
slipping into an almost obsessive mode, scrubbing happily away.
It is a
delightfully mindless activity, and rather pleasant really, but today I just
stopped.
There were about
ten other things I COULD be doing or SHOULD be doing on this fine sunny day,
but I just decided to stop and make a papier-mâché pig.
So I did.
Year of the Pig and Ukrainian Holiday
Traditions…
The year 2007 is
the Year of the Pig. All over Ukraine there are New Years cards and calendars
depicting cute little pigs, decked out in holiday attire, pulling sleighs or
sipping champagne. Newcomers to Ukraine
must be rather puzzled to see what appears to be Santa Claus (it is NOT Santa
Claus) and a pretty pink pig. Maybe, the
Ukrainians consider pigs to be a holiday icon – Ukraine is, after all, farm
country and the people are of peasant stock so, yes, it would be reasonable for
swine to …
OK, let me stop
right here and clarify this!
First of all, it
is the Chinese calendar that says this next year will be the year of the
pig.2006 was the year of the dog, so last year all the calendars and holiday
stuff sported cute and not so cute canines.
But this is not
China. I do not know why this custom is so popular, but it is. (Hard to imagine
the Year of the Rat…but I digress)
Secondly,
Ukrainians (in Crimea anyway) celebrate New Year’s Eve and NOT Christmas
(though post-Communism and now immersed in western-consumerism, Christmas, and
hopefully religion, are making a comeback).
Third, the
Santa-like character is in fact Dyed Moroz (sp?). Though he looks like Santa, he is from the
snowy Russian forests, hangs around with a beautiful young snow maiden
(Snegulochka- sp?) and is associated with
New Year’s Eve. No comfy old Mrs. Claus
for this guy!
New Year’s Eve is
the big event of the year here. It is
HUGE! (The #2 holiday is International
Woman’s Day- do NOT forget to honor all the women in your life when that day
rolls around!) On New Year’s Eve in Crimea
there will be family and friends in costumes and there will be fireworks,
elegant clothes, fine food, champagne, dancing and song, there will be gifts
under a decorated tree too.
For the
uninitiated, the New Years Eve festivities can come as quite a surprise.
And, what about the papier-mâché pig, you
ask?
Just getting into
the holiday spirit! I thought it might be fun to take an adorable, pink, pig
piñata to the library’s New Year’s Eve party. And it beats scrubbing pots and
pans!
I’ll post photos
later.
Getting a head start on 2007 - Year of the
Pig!
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Thursday,7 December 2006
Head Banging Music…
I am listening to
some heavy metal from a group called Ramstein.
Yep. Not my usual fare.
Every week, A. one
of the guys in our English Club brings me another CD to listen to. Up till now the artists have been Russian or
Ukrainian.
I think A. is
about 26. His English skills are
limited, but he is dogged about knowing what’s going on in the group
setting. He attends club faithfully and
usually escorts us part way home so he can practice English one-on-one. He is constantly amazed at how we can
function with our limited Russian skills, but of course he never really hears
us speak Russian because we see him only at English Club where we only speak
English.
Once on a train
trip we ran into A. at a layover. I suggested we have dinner at a cafe. A did not think we would find a café or
restaurant, but tagged along when we suggested looking. I am sure he seldom dines out. People here are pretty thrifty and usually
bring food on any excursion. Anyway, A.
was quite surprised, even impressed, when we read the menu, ordered and managed
to pay the bill with no problems. I can
still almost see his funny grin and the way he shakes his head when he is
surprised or amused or puzzled by the crazy Americans.
A. has quite a
talent for painting. He is striving to
get some of his work in a Kiev gallery.
I wish I could be of more assistance but my art world savvy and connections
are more limited than my Russian skills.
I wonder if he
would let me post some photos of his work on our website?
Small Gifts and English Club
Most of our
regular club members are in their early twenties, though there are usually a
few older people who drop by intermittently. We also usually get to see and
hear a talkative and bright13 year old girl. They are a rather quiet group, but
they respond to my rather high energy, theatrical approach. We have a loyal following.
I encourage them
to read and be aware of current events too, so each week I bring Newsweeks
(Peace Corps sends these) and occasional Oprah Magazines (thanks to our
faithful house sitter!). I also share
copies of the international version of the Christian Science Monitor (PCVs can
request a FREE subscription!) and Sentinels.
And I share paperback books when I can.
The periodicals are very useful to start conversations. The materials go home with different eager
readers to practice their English skills. . (Eventually I donate the well-read
magazines and papers to a foundation where children use them for cutting and
pasting projects in their English classes.)
This week I., a
beautiful and serious student of English, loaned me a copy of Pride and
Prejudice by Jane Austen. A few weeks ago I mentioned I had never read it.
Students of English here have read many of the classic American and British
authors as part of school curriculum.
Members often
share books with me and sometimes they bring us small gifts. Last winter we
received many jars of home canned fruit compote and pickles. I especially enjoyed the honey some one gave
us once. It is typical to give people
gifts of food.
I rarely come home
from English Club empty handed.
Ukrainian people
are kind and generous and like to share what they have.
There is, however,
another aspect of bringing gifts – this strategy is a holdover from the
communist era. Our English Club members
say it was (and still is) always wise to give gifts to your teacher. Perhaps your teacher will remember you well
and this can be an advantage at times.
The parakeets seem
to enjoy this head banging music, but I think I am ready to move on now…maybe I
will grab that Jane Austen book and curl up for a late afternoon read.
A Note on Gifts: I saw someone open a birthday gift on a
Ukrainian (maybe Russian) TV show. Gift wrapped anything is unusual here, but
this present was surprising in another way. When the young woman lifted the
lid, out flew a dozen or so beautiful butterflies! 8-)
·
Wednesday, 6 December 2006
My Brain Itches…
Thoughts about
house-sitting for a PCV (or perhaps someone on sabbatical) during our
transition back to the USA keep popping up as I go about my daily chores.
This could be a
viable and innovative way to explore a new city and to get a toehold before
really committing to a move there. We
could (possibly) couple this with AmeriCorps positions. This would allow us to serve while we investigate
local options and network within the community.
This idea may seem
unconventional, not suited to everyone, but I keep returning to it with a
buoyant feeling.
It is worth
investigating.
It makes me feel
like dancing! (Below is a Cossack dancing!)
·
Tuesday, 5 December2006
How long has it been since we have seen an
American?
Well, in early
September we visited L’viv (L’vov), a beautiful city in western Ukraine, and
spent some time with another delightful PCV from Group 28.
Hmmm, almost three
months! And we haven’t even been out of
town since then either!
We have no
prospects of seeing any Americans until late February when we head west to the
mountains in the Lviv/L’vov area again – this time for a PC conference where we
will see about 30 of our “surviving” initial-training-mates. (I think our groups started at about 42.)
So we could go
five months without seeing another American!
We are pretty
isolated here on the eastern-most tip of the Crimean Peninsula. We are at the end of the train and bus lines,
so no one passes through here. No one just drops by.
This is not a
tourist hotspot, like the resort areas around Yalta. In fact, our community was a closed military
town up until about ten years ago, so outsiders were discouraged from visiting. Outsiders from Ukraine (or other places) are
still rare here. (You are far more
likely to meet a Russian on business here than a Ukrainian, or other
“foreigner”).
Of course we have
each other. And our ”imaginary friends”
that people our fine collection of American DVDs.
And we have e-mail
interactions.
Our situation is not the norm.
Most PCVs in
Ukraine (there’s about 300 at any given time) seem to be more centrally located
and can drop-by to visit one another as they transit across the country. And, many PCVs can easily get to Kiev, since
it is rather centrally located. For
those actually in Ukraine (not Crimea), Kiev makes a good place to meet and
take a break from the isolation of village life or poor plumbing, etc…And,
being single, they are probably more motivated to seek out opportunities to see
other PCVs. (PCVs sometimes rent
crash-pad apartments for weekends in Kiev.)
From here, it is a
23-hour train trip to Kiev.
I am torn between
a social-instinct to bond and develop camaraderie with the PCV community and
the urge to remain isolated like a hermit.
I do enjoy quiet time alone and am content by myself.
I am happy here
with Mark. Two things make it easier: my
spouse is here and I am older – I have traveled and explored the world quite a
bit. I have lived abroad for over a
decade so I do not feel the need to make a checklist and tour every city,
carefully documenting events, etc.
My sense of otherness…
I was medically
separated from PC and am now in residence here with my PCV spouse. I feel a need to keep a low profile. (And
anyone who knows me realizes this is not consistent with my need to contribute,
participate, network and share) I am a
rule-follower, or at least a respecter-of-rules, so I do not flaunt the
ambiguous nature of my status here. (I
like to say I am here as a volunteer on a grant from the “W. T. Jeys
Foundation”) I am happy, healthy and
doing good work, but at times I long to be part of the PCV social circuit.
So it is good that
we are here, away from temptations. The PCVs I trained with and those others
who serve around the country often meet to work on mutual projects and
sometimes just to socialize. There are
weddings and parties we would enjoy attending, but because of geography/proximity,
marital status, age, personality and inclination we have not participated.
I know that this
is the right place for me, for us. I am
happy here. I am grateful for the opportunity to live in this beautiful
community by the sea and the opportunity to become part of this community of
warm people.
It is hard to
believe that in less than six months, this adventure will be just another
wonderful memory and we will, once again, be surrounded by fellow Americans!
(Hmmm…just noticed that my 1 December post
was incomplete; the birthday post was there, but not my rambling reminiscence
of our good friend Jim was missing! . So check below to learn more about
Jim-Bob!)
·
Monday, 4 December 2006
“It’s said that every cell in
our bodies is replaced every seven years. So I am literally not the same person
who stumbled into this role. I certainly have more gray hair, but I also have
more patience, more compassion, and more willingness to look foolish.”
– Nina Utne*
I wish I had
journals from my first year as an Air Force Junior ROTC Instructor in a small,
economically-challenged, mill-town in rural western SC.
That is what I was
doing seven years ago.
I like Nina Utne’s
quote (above). I definitely have a lot
more gray hair these days. Seven years
later I have gone through the rigors of growing older and I have weathered
challenges that all people face one way or another: death of loved ones (among
them my son, Mother and dog), disease (my Dad’s Alzheimer’s, spouse’s diabetes,
a breast cancer assault) and disappointments (medical separation from PC, and
many others). Chronicling these mortal episodes is not wise – the point is, we
face challenges and demands. Let’s move
on. …
Am I more patient,
more compassionate than I was seven years ago?
Perhaps, but I think it is more accurate to say I had opportunities to
prove my patience and compassion in very challenging situations.
A willingness to look foolish…
The phrase”
willingness to look foolish” catches my attention and makes me smile. I want to explore this idea.
I must say, I have
good role models for this. I consider
this a genuine attribute. It is a quality that should be cultivated. In fact, I would have more gray hair than I
already have, if I were unwilling to occasionally look foolish (both
unintentionally and on purpose)!
I have practiced
this quite literally. Living somewhat
isolated in another culture with limited language skills, a willingness to take
risks (and look foolish) can be a matter of survival. In order to communicate here, I must put
aside any ego and often may appear rather foolish. But, I survive, I make friends, I
communicate…they laugh, we laugh.
Foolishness is not fatal.
In a larger sense,
I think I have mastered what Nina Utne means by this phrase. I think it is useful and important to take
risks. And taking risks ultimately means
you may look foolish from time to time.
It is, however, seldom a fatal condition.
If you have never
failed or never felt foolish, perhaps you are insulating yourself from real
life…maybe you are hedging your bets. People
easily get trapped in their narrow sense of security and/or complacence.
It is important to
get outside the comfort zone; think outside the box; work without a net; stick
your neck out, etc…all the clichés say much the same thing. The Bible is also peppered with references to
being like a child: be open and accepting, trusting, humble, joyful, confident,
fresh.
Like gold, we are
purified by fire heat (challenges). To purge the impurities, we must endure the
heat.
I think a
willingness to be foolish can even be a call to faith. “To those leaning on the
Sustaining Infinite, today is big with blessings!” (check this Mary Baker Eddy
quote – I may have erred in accuracy, but not intent…) We have to be willing to take risks to
practice our beliefs. It can be
frightening, but if we believe God is guiding us, guarding us, governing us and
that God provides for us before we even know we have a need, then we must be
willing to act on that faith and live in accordance with it.
“…the discomfort of not knowing
is an essential part of the process of creativity and change.”
- Nina Utne*
Yep, life can seem
scary. It is good to put it in
perspective. It is good to look past that evidence. It is good to look at what
you believe and know to be true. It is
good to rely on the principles (Principles) you can lean on.
It is good to know
you can pass the test.
It is wise to know
that there will always be tests.
To live with
integrity, you take the risk, and just deal with the discomfort, distress,
anxiety, uneasiness that are part of the process. (And they are always part of the process,
even when your faith and understanding are strong!)
“We have had to
fundamentally, continually, and often awkwardly reimagine our relationships to
each other and ourselves.”
- Nina Utne*
You cannot grow
stagnant or complacent. Well, you can,
but to me that means you have stopped living, you are merely existing. You risk becoming melancholy and bitter,
feeling cheated…you view the falling leaves as imminent signs of death and dying
rather than as part of a joyous, re-affirming life cycle. You are likely to
find envy in your heart… To live life,
you must stay in the moment and find the joy and sweetness. That means we must
examine our lives, our choices, and relationships and that may mean change and
growth. That may mean uncertainty and discomfort as we proceed. (This maybe like the labor a mother endures
when birthing a child - the memory of the pain fades as the bond with the child
grows and as time passes)
Ultimately, what we
do in life is seldom the result of conscious plans. Events occur, in part because we consider,
commit; we choose, we create and we move forward.
Sometimes people
choose not to choose.
In the end, a
willingness to appear foolish, makes having the gray hairs a lot more
tolerable. And these gray hairs may, in
fact be a symbol of a life well-lived!
Check back with
“me” in seven years.
*Footnote: Who is Nina Utne? She and her spouse started the delightful and
daring ”Utne” magazine years ago. I extracted
these quotes from the Sep/Oct 2006 issue.
.I highly recommend this periodical, regardless of your age politics or
lifestyle – lots of provocative ideas and good humor…I hope the character and
quality survive the recent changes in ownership. …
·
Sunday, 3 December 2006
People here have opinions about the
President of the USA…
President Bush
comes up in conversations here. For the
most part, the locals are pretty polite about their opinions on our leader, but
it just comes up sometimes. Sigh.
I do avoid talking
about politics, but I can’t help but share a couple notes about the local
community. I mean this happens on a TV
call-in show!
The local mayor is a) amazing b) amusing c)
appalling d) annoying…
The milk delivery
truck goes by about 0830 each morning.
The driver pulls over, rings a small hand-bell to alert the local folks
that he has arrived. His loyal customers appear, make their purchases, exchange
some gossip and then head home again. A
nice arrangement? Yep, but unfortunately, that 0830 tinkling bell disturbs the
mayor. Or so he said on the local TV
call-in show where he banned the milkman’s bell. It wakes the mayor from his sleep.
Another caller
complained about power and water outages in their area and the mayor’s response
was to say that people in that district did not vote for him so why should he
care?
Did I mention the
mayor has a double-digit number of charges against him?
·
Saturday, 2 December 2006
Again I Ponder Open Manholes…Why?
I just do NOT
understand why manholes are often left open here. I have heard that the covers
(actually made in our fair-city!) are prone to theft. It is true that the design on them, a
gryphon, is quite attractive, but I suspect they are stolen for resale and
salvage rather than as an innovative coffee-table or wall art.
Often as not,
though, the manhole cover is not actually missing but resting nearby the gaping
hole. These open manholes are not an
isolated incident. Nor are they isolated
geographically – what I mean is, these open sewers are in the middle of the
courtyard where children play or along the walkways where people may stumble
into one on a dark night. (And people,
including PCVs, DO fall in them!)
Our Open Manhole…
The manhole
outside our garden is now open – for several days it has been open. The outdoor
funeral earlier this week took place just a few meters south of this stinking
hole in the ground! (The city cleaning
crew obsessively gathered up all the leaves in the courtyard prior to the
funeral, but the manhole cover remained off –You might think the rank,
poisonous stench emanating from the bowels of the sewer system would be more
disturbing than autumn leaves cluttering the ground!)
The Police Car…
From our kitchen
window I observed a militsia (police) vehicle drive through the courtyard. Though our courtyard does not have a
driveway, this does not stop car owners (there are so few private car owners)
from driving through if they have business. This police vehicle is often here
on a mission – he delivers or picks up his child from Babba’s (Grandma’s)
house.
The lights of the
official vehicle shine through my kitchen window and spill into the living room
on these dark afternoons so I am more aware of its comings and goings than
most.
Today I heard a
terrible grating sound as the police car rounded the curve and unexpectedly
found the gaping manhole! Did he stop,
leap out and investigate? No. The complaining tire did not get immediate
attention nor did he even slow down! The
driver just gave the car more gas and roared away into the night!
I suspect had he
been a few inches over, there would have been a very undignified dilemma… a cop
car stuck in an open manhole in the middle of a courtyard!
·
Friday, 1 December 2006
SURPRISE!!!!!!!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY
JIM!
I wish we
could be there to help you celebrate your birthday Jim, but since we can’t, I
thought we could have a little surprise party for you here!
I hope you
like the cake!
Enjoy your
special day.
Ask Chris if
your birthday gift arrived yet.
I wish it could be
more…
Thanks for
everything Jim! You are a pretty special
guy!
Some Random Reflections on Good-Friend Jim…
Yep, Jim is a special
friend. Anyone that knows him well can share stories of his kindness, gentle
humor, and amazing generosity.
This man literally
gave me the shirt off his back when I was going through some significant
medical matters back in 2005 – he also logged many-thousand miles driving north
to act as my nurse and taxi driver (and no-doubt racked up some credit card
bills too) when I was medivaced back from Ukraine and alone and scarred in DC
…He showed up not just once, but three times in a three week period. He did not
ask. No, he just did. Jim walks the walk.
Jim has been a
generous friend in other ways too.
Without him, we could not have begun this Peace Corps adventure. He agreed to house sit for us for 27-months,
no small commitment since it meant a major move away from family and
friends. And when our opportunity to
serve was accelerated by several months, he was un-phased. Happy-to-be-here, proud-to-serve…or so he
says! 8-)
Jim regularly
sends us care packages – stuff like my monthly Oprah Magazine and
catalogues. He also sends cool stuff to
share with our local friends here in Ukraine. He sent dozens of red, white and
blue pencils, dozens of small American flags, a couple dozen red and blue
bandanas and lots of decorations to helps us make our Fourth of July functions
here more festive. The locals loved it
and so did we!
He recently
ordered about a hundred really nice ink pens and had them imprinted with our
names and titles – This creative and generous gift arrived last week. They will
make great farewell gifts to our friends, associates and colleagues here in
Ukraine.
Jim is a
trip! He regularly buys lottery tickets
regularly- every day in fact! It is easy
for me to imagine this over-the-hill hippie sitting on our front porch sipping
a cool drink, smoking an evil cigarette and scratching off one number at a
time. He likes to drag out the pleasure of the scratching, and possible
winning, process for hours. The promises always spill as he scratches and
smokes. He tells us his dreams -what he will do with the money. He gives most
of this dream money away. And there is always a gift to us in his musings.
He is a great guy.
Don’t get me started on his obsessions with things-Hobbit or his ability to
tell you trivia and lyrics on any music from over the decades (former DJ and
frequent concert-goer). Give the man
some fireworks and he is like a child!
He also looooooves convertible sports cars…
I know about lots
of good things Jim-Bob has done for other people. Of course I cannot really put
people’s business out on the Internet, but trust me-this man is kind and
generous, responsible and reliable, and lots of fun too! He goes beyond the
call of duty. OK, imagine driving some
elderly people (one with Alzheimer’s) from Maine to Florida – definitely a
challenge many people would avoid.
Imagine escorting a legally-blind man through the backwoods of Alaska
and on a hike through the Appalachian Mountains? Jim was there and joking and laughing the
whole time.
This southern-boy,
misplaced in frigid Maine for far too many years, has shoveled a lot of snow,
just because he is a nice guy. Missing
that snow and ice is definitely one of the perks of house sitting for us!
Yes, we are
grateful to Jim for being a part of our lives for well over thirty years...We
met him in Spain back in the mid-70’s when we were wearing bell bottoms and
embroidered shirts. Jim and Mark were
wearing Air Force uniforms then. Jim
ended up serving for thirty-plus years.
I believe h e would re-enlist in a heartbeat too. He gets pretty sentimental when it comes to
the military and really believes in service before self.
Well enough
reminiscing…In a few months we will be sitting on that porch watching Jim with
his lottery tickets and our life here in Ukraine will be just a pleasant
memory.
We hope to share
some birthday celebrations together when we get back to the USA.
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XXX