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Posts by Eileen Dight:
With both hands
I had an interesting morning yesterday at the Free Clinic. Once a week I’m a Spanish interpreter in an organization supported by over 400 volunteers who give a few hours a week of their particular expertise in a smoothly run team. We cater for patients with chronic conditions needing regular medication, having no access to health insurance.
Yesterday we met a new patient who is deaf and mute since birth.
Irish Holiday 2013
I can recommend a few days in Ireland to reset your clock: geographically, politically, economically and culturally. For those hazy about geography, Ireland is on the northwest edge of Europe. Clouds traversing the ocean from America absorb Atlantic moisture, dumping it at first landfall; hence Ireland’s rainy climate and its reputation as The Emerald Isle. I’m here for two weeks holiday, flying Dulles to Dublin with the son I live near in Virginia. He’s bound for England on business.
Facebook is not the thinking man’s forum: it welcomes indiscriminately and publicizes everyone. Its opening prompt “What’s on your mind?” is designed to get you going. For many on Facebook the answer’s often trivial, like “I’m eating cornflakes.” Don’t tell us about your breakfast, unless it’s something intriguing like baked iguana or magic mushrooms.
Do Friends on Facebook really want to know about inconsequential activities? Having a haircut? Bored at work? Longing for Friday?
One of the drawbacks of having a large family is that you get little time to spend with individuals. I had five little boys under eight in 1971 and didn’t know what season it was, but the hours I was keenly aware of were 6 a.m., 10 a.m., 2 p.m., 6 p.m., 10 pm., 2 a.m., bottle feeding twins around the clock. I didn’t let them cry in the night because their next older brother was sixteen months and I didn’t want to wake him up. The ones aged 6 and 8 would sleep through anything. So the occasions on which I spent quality time with one or another were few, but memorable.
The Accidental Expert
Ah! Here was my cue. When Spain entered the European Community in 1986 I realized I had an unusual set of skills to offer. While working in Madrid in my twenties I assimilated the business culture as well as social mores. I had fluent Spanish and few people in England speak Spanish. In those days few people in Spain spoke English either (that has changed now). In addition to this my Spanish boyfriend of thirty years earlier was now the Governor of the Bank of Spain. I thought I could offer a unique service to companies needing to find trading partners in Spain.
That Slender Chance
My father Frederick Naylor joined the British Army in 1915. So keen to fight for his country, he lied about his age, adding two years to his 17. An apprenticed fitter, he was sent to France to be a mechanic in the Royal Flying Corps, maintaining the airplanes, an innovation in a war still using horses.
To put the air war in perspective, the first time an airplane was used in combat was in 1911…
Nothing softens my heart more than being with my two grandchildren who live nearby in Virginia. Aged nine and six they are full of fun, personality, affection and potential. I went to their school event to encourage reading, where the teacher asked first graders “What makes you Wonder?” Jake, six, put his hand up and said “I wonder if penguins dream?” His brother Connor said quietly, “I wonder about Physics.” My heart melted at their innocence and depth. Kids are all special when you know them.
Worthy of Comment
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When I sat in that old church built in the Gothic style surrounded by the music that the organist was playing, I was thankful to be in such a peaceful setting, far away in body and spirit from the violence that holds so many lives hostage in this world of cruelty and tumult. In a church where people pray for peace, forgiveness and love--all of which seem so lacking in our world--I wonder at times how we manage to reconcile what we wish the world were like and how it actually is. Sitting there in such a calm and safe spot, Read on →
If you're a head of household in little Nelson, Georgia, you're about to be required to have a gun and ammo. If you want to, and if you can afford it. But not if you're a convicted felon or have certain physical or mental disabilities. The law is just a stupid as the reasons for it. The police chief, also the town's only police officer, said he hoped the law would make Nelson safer. But he didn't have any stats on just how unsafe Nelson is now, before the law. "Very minimal," he told ABC. "I couldn't even give you a percentage." Read on →
For some reason, a letter from the lobbying arm of the Heritage Foundation was characterized as having been received by NBC News, as if it were some sort of privileged communication. In fact, the thing was a press release and rather obviously designed to change the conversation about the Heritage Foundation from trying to defend the indefensible "study" of Hispanic intellectual insufficiency to food stamps, a real two-fer issue. Two-fer in the sense of being offensive on two fronts since the dollars doled out represent a subsidy to industrial agriculture, even as they serve to remind the indigent that, if they're Read on →
As it says in my by-line, in the several items I've posted previously on "Like the Dew," I recently ran for Congress. But I am not a politician, nor possessed of a personal ambition to hold public office. I ran, rather, because for the past nine years I have had a message that I regard as so urgent that I've been willing to do whatever I can to spread it far and wide in order to persuade my fellow citizens of its truth and importance. I believe that for the past decade or so America has faced a crisis as pr Read on →