Catching Up

June 21, 1912

It has been a while since I last had the desire to post what is happening. It is not as if nothing has been happening, but what has been happening just doesn't seem exotic. Sometimes one confuses the exotic with the significant.

Who can say my that my 33 year old son's proposal of marriage to his long-time friend, Heidi, on the Gran Place in Brussels, or the high school graduation of my grandson in State College, Pa, or the first birthday festival of my other grandson in a few days, or the trials and tribulations of my oldest daughter now living with us in the midst of looking for a job while going through a divorce, or trying to pass on my two businesses while letting a long-time excellent employee go are not significant? This they are, but not exotic.

As for the exotic, this Sunday Mary and I head for Morocco to meet up with Hanna Siemering, Peace Corps (Samoa 2007-2009, The Gambia 2010-2012) whom we travelled with in the Gambia and Senegal. Then I am off to Nairobi the first of October for ten weeks as a "Marketing Expert" with the International Fertilizer Development Center.

This blog is really meant for me. Sure it is nice that others may enjoy reading it, but it really is a journal to myself. As such, I am like many others who tend to overlook how important what we consider the mundane activities and those with whom you associate in everyday life really are.

What gives me great blogging pleasure is to realize the longevity of a blog. It is when a Samoan retrieves a picture of his recently deceased grandmother, or a cook book author wants permission to use pictures of native Samoan food, or another person laughs at eating bats, or yet an ex-pat Samoan reminisces about his boyhood, one realizes why it is important to continue.

A Grandmother's Lullaby

April 7, 2012

Some of life's private moments just need to be shared.

Mary with her grandson, Rainn

Mary and the Dolphin

March 5, 2012

Mary and two of her sisters are spending a week at Key Largo, Florida. One of the highlights is spending some time cavorting with the most intelligent mammals found to reside this archipelago.

Samantha shows off for Mary and her sister, Reckie

Kiss Kiss.

Do dolphins have bad breath?

The Cruise: Table Talk

The highlight of many cruises is dinner time. It is not necessarily the food you look forward to, but who your table partners, mostly retired couples, may be. There seems to be an uneasy and suspicious aura as two guys from Minnesota and Peace Corps, traveling together on a cruise, are seated at the table.

To break the silence, the first question is indubitably, "Where are you from?". The answer to which is usually enough to get you to the appetizer and engender the sympathy for Minnesotans by those who have retired to warmer climes. Wives are permitted to speak during this part of the meal and reinforce their decision to be living in state governed by air-conditioning and no income taxes. If the couple is from Canada, which half seem to be, they remain mute.

The next totally male question is "What do you do or did?" which usually establishes the male pecking order. But when faced with recently serving in the Peace Corps, anarchy takes hold of the conversation as the established table protocol breaks down. It is the time for the main entree and opens up a deeper level of dialog, wives included.

Two southern couples traveling together show a particular interest in our Peace Corps experience. They stop me a few days later in the dining room and console me for being a hero serving our country in such a dangerous place as "Somolia". I reassure them that I am a hero, but the place is Samoa.

Then there are the four retired school teachers from McAllen, Texas who seem to be in a perpetual state of travel. Cruises too numerous to remember, all 50 states covered, and detailed descriptions of Minnesota unknown even to Minnesotans are part of their journeys with still three of the twelve presidential libraries to see. They usually travel by car, some sleeping while others drive, retelling the same jokes and singing the same songs, not even stopping stopping on Sunday, since church is held in the car. They sing the hymns, but skip the sermon.

Other table conversations cover politics, football, shopping, and comparison of meals on other cruise lines. The talk is gentile and civil at dessert, with everyone aware they are never to meet again ashore.

Shipping Out

January 23, 2012

This Thursday, an fellow Samoan Peace Corps Volunteer, John, and I begin our trip from Fort Lauderdale to the various Caribbean ports and Panama Canal aboard the Holland-American ship, Zuiderdam. John is an old U.S. Navy salt with lots of sailing and sailboat experience, but never has gone to the Panama Canal. Me? Well, why not? There may even be some good stories to put on this blog.

Mary, not very comfortable at sea, is going with some friends to celebrate their mutual friend's 60th in Seattle.

MLK Day

January 16, 2012
Today I took a number of foreign exchange students, mostly Muslims, to an MLK event sponsored by the Minneapolis Park Board at Powderhorn Park Community Center, located in one of the most multi-cultural areas of the city. I asked them if they had ever heard of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. in their native countries and what they knew about him. I also asked the students to be observant of the attendees and to see who sat with whom at the tables.

All the students had heard of Dr. King in their native countries, many had listened to his "I Have a Dream" speech and were aware of his efforts to help black people. They observed the people at the event were mostly white and that blacks tended to sit together.

The Community Center was filled with people and a free meal of fried chicken, collared greens, corn bread, rolls, rice and beans was served to the hundreds in attendance. The program consisted of an African drummer, hip-hop dancers, a folk singer, an Aztec dance group, a gospel group, and Powderhorn Park's drum corps. The performances were excellent. The only program reference to Dr. King was a question to the audience as to how old Dr. King would be today (83), answered by one older person, and for the entire audience to shout, "Happy Birthday, Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr".

After the program I gathered the students to recap the event and give my thoughts on what Dr. King meant to me. I said that Dr. King's achievements were not through political office, but through non-violent means of raising people's awareness of injustices done to others and being able to organize people who shared his vision of inequality.

On my way home, it struck me that MLK Day may have become a chance for some to talk about togetherness, free food, entertainment, or a day off from school to go on a long weekend trip. As for Dr. King's "Dream", it seemed more of a dream than ever before.

Wink Eye

January 9, 2012

Ruby Tuesday server, Cari, and bartender, Joshua, presenting two Wink Eyes in West Plains, Missouri

West Plains, Missouri is an Ozark town in the Southeastern part of the state about 10 miles from the Arkansas border. It is the hometown of the author, Daniel Woodrell, who writes country noire novels, the most famous being "Winter's Bone" which was also made into a movie and nominated for four Academy Awards in 2010. I just had to drive there to check out the place, being warned not to look anyone in the eye and stay away from meth labs.

My quest to possibly meet the author, known to be secretive, and interview meth technicans proved to be futile. Equally futile was my quest to meet anyone who knew what "wink eye" described in another West Plain-based novel by Woodrell, "The Death of Sweet Mister I wondered whether anyone in the Ozarks had ever heard of the dish, so I started asking anyone I met.

At the local Ruby Tuesdays I quized the server, who then quized restaurant patrons, bringing a curious bartender and nacent author to the table. No one had ever heard of wink eye. I described what it was and much to my surprise they later appeared at the table with two wink eyes. They had to go out to a nearby Walgreen's to get the eggs, the restaurant not having any, and prepared the dish. Now that was service!

Most people refer to the dish of "Wink Eye" as "Egg in the Basket" with a lid or "Toad in the Hole. For anyone wishing to learn more, here is the Wkipedia link: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Egg_in_the_basket

Please also check out the bartender and young writer, Joshua's blog at todayisee.blogspot.com .