Sunday, October 5, 2014

Week One Moshi--Two fabulous experiences in one week!

I start with the end of the blog.  Here is a tribute to my Great Neice Lisa and my step-daughter Julia who "laboured" long and hard to bring beautiful babies into the world within the last 5 months.  These posters were at a health dispensary in Machame where we may have Duke students working in the summer.  Basically it is asking people to be quite (I suppose so that the mothers can scream or somethig) but giving times when there is likely to be an expectant mom or two inside.  So Hongera sana to Julia and Lisa for bringing into the world their beautiful babies.  And thanks to their husbands Charles and Matt for being the team players, coaches and hands!

This week started with a "hash".  The location was Shimbwe which is at the top of one of the mountains on the side of Kilimanjaro (sort of one of the base camps)  Our dear friend Simon Mtuy had selected it because he had brought a group of his "runners around the mountain" who plant trees and meet local people to this site.  They thought it was beautiful and we did, too.

This was the 300th hash, and most of the credit has to go to Greg Emmanuel who has nagged and pleaded with people to take their chore of being the hare seriously and sign up!  Running on this hash was pretty difficult as it was very much up and down, and the down was narrow and treacherous.  Because some children had thoroughly brushed some of the flour away in the beginning of the run, we were stopped from getting very far until we decided just to press ahead.  We eventually did pick up the flour and what happened from there was great.  Shimbwe is hard to get to by car...4 wheel drive only and even then 4 wheel low!  But the vistas are spectacular and there was no exception last Sunday. 
 
Greg Simon Nikoli Marco Joris set the hash and each had a job
About half of the hashers wondering where to go
We now had found the flour and the we were on our way
This way down was treacherous. 
As we walked down this pathway, my friend in front of me had his left foot just go through the dirt and he completely started going down.  He grabbed a root to hold on while getting his footing and pulling himself back.  It would have been a long roll down.  And water and rocks at the bottom.
Terrie Elsa and friend are glad to be back

Trish and Kirsten, the wazees plan to be around for the 600th

Greg Fons and John are happy!

Elsa and Nikoli enjoy the food (Nikoli has grown up!)
At the end of the hash, everyone arrived, not hurt, lost or too sore, the beer was cold, the food provided by Simon and his team was delicious and we all had a chance to catch up and renew old friendships, meet new people.
Greg, perhaps well lubricated, gave a 30 minute summation of 600 hundred hashes.  As the "videographer" I can tell you that his sheets of paper had scribbles sideways, upside down and all around, some with a box drawn around them, some with stars...but the yarns of our years together were pretty wonderful.  We were taken through people who have long gone, some hashes that were thought out well but wound up being much harder because of the rain that comes and washes away everything, including foot holds.  So, there were names that some people did not know, but that at least as Greg spoke them, there were a few who cheered.  We all were sad that Bob from Machame was not there as he has probably hared more hashes than anyone else.  "On On"

The next great experience was going with my friend and colleague Vera to Machame to visit a potential site for our Duke Students to work in the summer.  It was utterly magical.  We meet our Mama Mwasha, an amazing woman who clearly knows such a wealth of information that I am not sure I could retain half of it.  She has every sustainable project that can be thought of and ways to accomplish them.  She knows everyone in the community and has helped many of them.  And they in return help back.  I am so excited about this area and all the things that have been going on there.
Mama M's home
The home is beautiful, and a short walk down the hill leads to many of the sustainable projects.
One of the many trucks taking cow food up the hill.

Water irrigation ditches.
There is plenty of water in Machame and it all comes from springs.  (side of Kilimanjaro) But it needs to be harnessed in ditches so that it can sustain the farmers, the cow, goat, chicken and pork farmers and the regular people.  It is reasonably clean and not much preparation has to be done to wash with it and cook with it.
The road to the sustainable training area
Mama Mwasha with her water purifier. 
Just in back of this picture, you see a giant water cistern that is made with concrete and wire, very tough and can capture all the water a family would need.
VIP pit latrine
This pit latrine has an exhaust concrete pipe that comes out and is covered with netting.  The flies go in the bottom of the latrine and come up into the pipe.  They then get caught at the top and go down and back up the pipe (because there is light at the top) until they die, so the nickname is the "funeral for flies".
The local healer
This is a picture of a wonderful mama who is also the local healer.  She is probably 80.  She in money is very poor, but in spirit her wealth surrounds us.  She came back from the field with her cow's food, very heavy carrying on her head.  She has demonstrated how to save water and how to build a good pit latrine to other villagers who receive the materials for free, and all find ways to get the job done.
taking the beans to smash and mix a potion
I had been very worried about my banana mama and her leg ulcers for some years.  I asked this wonderful lady about them and she quickly got different things explained exactly how you make the mixture, how long it needs to stay on, and how you will know when the legs need more or are better.  Mama Mwasha's sister translated for us.
Here she is mixing the treatment
I was glad to purchase medicine for one leg, and cannot wait until I see my Banana Mama to explain how it should be applied.  I hope it works.  This lady was so impressive.  She has never worn shoes and can run faster than any of us at her home that day.  Has many projects and hires herself out for day labor to purchase the things that she needs.  She also put her own two children through school!
butcher selecting best cuts of beef (fresh from the morning) for Vera
We also went to the dairy cooperative for women.  This cooperative also has a bank for the women that is like a credit union.  They do not have to pay the high fees at other banks for either loans or deposits, and the money stays safe from any problem members of the family who might want to take it for alcohol or drugs.  These women were terrific, and all the profits go to support school fees for the poorest members of the cooperative.
I bought one of those rounds, cannot wait to eat it.
Milk cans in the cooler after being boiled
But we were not yet done.  We headed off to the Health Center to see what students might do there!
(Don't forget the Labor ward!)
The grounds of the Kisiti Healh Dispensary

The star of the day is Vera on the left
The very nice AMO Dr. Josephina had been working here for the past 4 years even though she comes from far, from the Lake region.  Vera greeted her in Kimachame and she answered and they even spoke together a bit.  So Vera was very very happy with this doctor.  I just want to say that our project could not survive without Vera.  She is amazing!

So, sadly we had to leave the mountain and return home.  But, I found my wonderful flowers waiting, my plants that have grown like weeds, and the joy that surrounds A-5.  My little African grandchild Jonathon is growing, smiling, has two teeth, my African granddaughter Anjela is taller than I, speaks quite good English now, and when I said, "oh please go back to being small" she said, "Oh no, mama Trish, I want to reach for the stars, and I will.  And she will!"  So I will post my smelly wonderful plant, my strange candelabra tree (that was only about a foot tall when I bought it in 2007) my amazing palm and my sweet amaryllis (sweet adieu).

incredible palm

candelabra tree in its early formation. 5 feet taller than 2007

An old tree trunk that now looks like a dog

Red Hot Poker

beautiful interesting flower that curls up wires.

another amazing palm

Adieu Sweet Amaryllis, Amaryllis, Sweet Adieu
Needless to say, it is great to be back!

Monday, August 4, 2014

Squeaker 1997-2014

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My Kitty and me. 

When Squeaker came into my family’s life, I never would have predicted that she would become a most cherished companion, a kitty who accompanied me to the mountains for years, who climbed up in bed with me when John was out of town and watched movies with me, who listened to my unconscious talking out loud, who would look squinty eyed at me when she did not approve, and right to the last week strode into the bedroom at sunup to meow stridently for her food. 

Squeaks had a firm adage, “If you cannot love the one you want, love the one you’re with.”  When I left her to travel to Tanzania, she first found that Sarah B. was maybe better than “mother” and grew to love Sarah.  I think that she always looked for other house sitters to be like Sarah, and none were, except for Chrissy who Squeaks tried to lure away from Chrissy’s own kitty by demonstrating that even if she was old and tiny and not particularly playful, that she was much much more loving. 

Squeaker came to us at a time when our family needed her. She seemed quite adept at helping to settle an unsettled household and providing herself for love when the whole family was dealing with many difficult things.  She provided entertainment (WHERE IS THAT CAT!—only for us hear her meow in one of the dormer drawers where she had gotten trapped after walking into one of the dormer closets and wandered around the house the  dormer way). Katrina, think "Tick Tock Kitty"... She loved Christmas and for years wrapped herself in tinsel, drove me crazy as she batted only the breakable ornaments, and once leapt into the Christmas tree taking it down.  She loved to hide behind the Christmas tree and to drink the nasty Christmas tree water.  She always knew when we were leaving for Africa, in the beginning doing unspeakable things to our suitcases. She absolutely knew when we were leaving for the mountains or when we were coming back to Durham, and the difference between those trips and Africa.  Hiding was one of her favorite things to do and she could lodge herself in just about anywhere.  Even though it was clear that she liked to travel, liked to be at home, and liked to be in the mountains—particularly anywhere that I was, she continued the charade of finding new hiding places right up until this last 6 months.  At that point, she must have decided that the energy involved in finding a new hiding place would be too much, and she actually liked the travel well enough.






Squeaker had a number of firsts at the end of her life.  She killed her first mouse and laid it at my head only two years ago!  I thought it was Squeaks lying by my head.  Oh my. She determined that Chui, her much younger step-sister, who came to stay was her mortal enemy and they played war much I think to their delight on a daily basis.

Squeaker was fortunate to have a great veterinarian Jim Miller at North Churton Animal Hospital who did the right things by her, always had helpful suggestions and kept her going for probably years longer than she should have.  “She has small kidneys – you remember she has small kidneys?”  With his suggestions, I bought her water fountains for home and mountains, and lots of other things.  And the vet, Dr. Lindsey at Watauga Animal Hospital was kind and gentle and very sweet at the end. 

As much as John is not a cat lover, Squeaks was happy to rub around him and he to scratch her pretty head as she watched everything we did!

My sweet kitty rest in peace.  She came from a rescue site in the middle of the death of the rest of her cat family, but she went out peacefully with me reminding her of all of our wonderful adventures.




Saturday, April 19, 2014

Our last week in Moshi for this Trip, and Amsterdam






Mehru at Sunset from Machame



The first thing that I have to say about this blog, is that I cannot compete with the bugs.  They were as far as I can tell a once in a lifetime experience, for which I am grateful forever.  Please refer to the previous blog for the purple legs of THE Bug, and you will know what I say.  This blog will include our last days in Moshi for this time.

It will not include my most wonderful experience, which was playing with Eija in Church for her last time (please say it isn't so) before she returned to Finland with Ric to seek new futures out of Moshi.  I cannot express my love of our playing together and my love of getting to know such a marvelous woman.  Not only is she a great musician, but a strong and brave woman, brought up by rigid Finnish Missionaries in Kenya, who eventually forged her own Christian path-- a far more peaceful and loving Christian who indeed pledged herself to an embracing wholistic church path that is far more difficult to follow than the rigid "good-bad" one.  Thank you Eija for giving so much of yourself to us, and allowing me to play and sing with you.

We did also have a fabulous picnic for Elizabeth and Coletta and children, and those pictures will have to follow as they seem to be missing tonight!  Suffice it to say that our team is amazing.  And though many are leaving nearly at the same time, Elizabeth has been the stalwart for 7 years in Moshi, the best learner in Kiswahili, and one of the most giving leaders we have ever had.  Her beautiful children ( will follow) and the rest of the picnic.  Wow.  What a great group.  We also lose Matt and Jess and the watoto watano.  I simply do not know what the compound will do without you.  Dr. John and Molly.... Alfred will really not know what to do., and Julia...gracious. It is a huge sad exodus of wonderful people.  Please come back . (Pics in next blog I promise)

As we wound down our trip, in addition to the best church service (only my note) and party (my note) we had the best hash (my note).  John and I scouted it the day before at our dearest friends Nic and Sylvie Emannual's house, and it was unbelievably beautiful.  When we set it, we knew that it would not be hard, it would not be long, but it would be so beautiful.  And that is what we planned. Most of the walkers knew the farm and most were grateful to be able to experience it one more time.

John scouting
John scouting hash


John walking cornfields

scouting near the cornfields

John Nikoli Bob



Kili after sunset

kili at perfect light

Tarija shares her hat

Trish and Terrie...best Moshi friends
So there we were.  We left the next day for Amsterdam, and had the opportunity to stay for two days.  Great times Rain, cold but the Riksmuseum was open for the first time in nearly 20 years.  Fantastic.  I had the great fortune to spend one day there and as well to get some good sleep at a great bed and breakfast.  What more can you want.
Newly renovated Riksmuseum


Three Sisters
 Surely these three sisters do not look like my own three daughters?
Issues about death and ressurection.... cannot tell what it means
Entrance Riks
My Fav Van Gogh....The Farm Cottages
My friend is very handsome and looks exactly like this pic
Delft ware mantle... I want one
So do you really want to see the Night Watch...Lineup

I do great selfies
Another good one
This could be my children feigning sickness before school
I have this print, but wept over the original
It is called St. Titus the Monk
Waterloo Picture



The beautiful Market (probably one of many)



Thank you for a wonderful time... Netherlands


And a very Happy Easter to all.  We can hope within the time of resurrection, that there is resurrection of peace and caring towards humanity, and at the same time a new care of our environment, our trees and animals and plants.