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Thursday, January 21, 2010

My Personal Memories of Haiti

     I have been trying to write this blog post for over a week, just couldn’t get my thoughts straight. Like most people, I have been deeply touched and upset on what is happening there. There are countless stories of lives lost; some of the bravest reporters are telling about the desperation and destruction. I personally think CNN has the best coverage and that their reporting deserves a Nobel prize, Presidential Medal or something appropriate. 
    We have contributed via the Clinton Foundation; we will donate more soon, but I wish I could do more. Again, as so many, many others keep thinking, “what can I do?” I hope that I will think of something. The people of Haiti will need assistance for a very, very long time.
    For several days after the earthquake, I was haunted by memories of events in my past. Many years ago, my first husband, John, made several trips to Haiti on missionary work trips. I can’t remember exactly but I think he made six different trips that lasted from 1-2 weeks each. He was a masonry contractor, could build just about anything, which is what he did in Haiti. (A fellow church member generously paid his way.) The group that he went with worked in the northern part of Haiti up in the mountains. They built schools, dug wells, etc.
    I remember John telling about how the people made their own cinder and concrete building blocks. He told stories about how hard everyone worked, there was so much more done in a day that he thought possible. One thing that amazed him was how the Haitian women could cut out a dress without a pattern. One of our dearest friends went with John on a couple of these trips. Glen told about how beautiful the singing was at the church meetings.
    I am anxious about the very young and the very old in Haiti. More on that subject tomorrow.
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