We made it to Sea-Tac airport safely after a 23 hour traveling day. We caught a one hour flight to Guinea, stayed on board for a hour and a half layover, took off on a 7 hour flight to Paris, followed by a forty five minute flight to Amsterdam, and ended with a 9 hour flight into Seattle. Yes, it was very long, grueling and exhausting day for all of us. But we were happy to be home in our perfect little Gig Harbor, that was luckily basking in the sun.
This adventure will be one that our family will remember and cherish forever. We were able to spend more time together and create life long memories that would not have taken placeif we hadn't journeyed to Africa. No words can describe the love, friendship and gratefulness shared between us and the Liberian people. It will be in our minds, hearts and actions forever. Hopefully one day, we will be able to go back and visit and start another story.
With much Love,
The Golden Family
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Goodbye Africa!
Tonight is our final night in good old Liberia. There was a little reception today for us at the hospital where the staff said goodbye, and thanked us for our services at JFK. We are going to miss all of the friends we have made in the NICU and Pediatric Ward. We presented the department with a high tech resuscitation mannikin that was graciously donated by our neighbors Paul and Lita.
At the reception for us given by the Pediatric Department - Drs Okoh, Oguni, Nuta, Andrews, and Camanor as well as the PAs and nurses throughout the Dept., we were able to tell them how welcome we felt at all times, how much we had learned from them as we shared what we could with all of them. Dr Camanor mentioned that when Christ left his disciples, he indicated to them it was his time to leave, as it was their time to learn and grow on their own, and likened this to the departure of the Golden crew. We were humbled by the comparison and could sense their excitement to continue improving the care in the NICU at JFK. We took lots of photos with the staff, they had some tasty snacks and drinks to share with us, and Dad scored a cool Liberian traditional country shirt. All farewells have been emotional, because the Liberian people are warm and friendly, and we have become Liberian ourselves!
Despite the many frustrations we have experienced, we have grown fond of the people, customs and culture. Instead of saying Good-bye, we are saying, "See you Later".
Love the Goldens.
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Golden F.C.
BBWT- Boys Born With Talent. This is the name of a neighborhood soccer team that consists of a group of boys who live on 16th Street here in the Sinkor area. Over a month ago we gave them a soccer ball. That ball is now, how the Liberians would say "Finish" due to barbed wire. A couple weeks ago we received a shipment containing a new soccer ball and some real soccer jerseys to take the place of their faded white T-shirts. When they received the new gear the looks on their faces will be in my mind forever. They were excited because now they would look like a real team. Their coach, Abraham, wanted to honor us for all the support we have given their team, and renamed the team, "Golden Football Club"! It's been fun getting to know the boys, bringing them cookies after their games, cheering them on, and seeing them progress. These boys were truly grateful and humble when they accepted the items that were donated. They always said thank you and treat their stuff with great respect. We would like to thank our friends Mike and Tamara, and Cheryl for their donations that have helped these boys.
~GG and Meg
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Helping Babies Breath
John and I have been extremely busy these last two weeks, teaching the "Helping Babies Breath" program to nurses, midwives, interns, PA's, doctors, and student nurses. We have traveled to several different counties and hospitals outside of Monrovia. It has been an adventure driving on the roads to these outlying places. The roads are all in ill repair with deep ruts and big puddles that you have to skirt around because you don't always know how deep they are. The countryside is beautiful though with its tropical vegetation and in some areas groves of rubber trees. Firestone has one of the biggest plantations in the world right here in Liberia. This is one of the hospitals where we taught.
It has been very gratifying teaching this program. The students have all been very eager to learn. They leave the course more confident in themselves and the new skills they have learned. If just one more baby lives because of the skills that we have taught, I will feel that we have done something meaningful for this country.
I think that John and I will need to return again in the future because we have been asked to teach this course to many other counties, and our time has come to an end. We have told all of our new friends and contacts that we will see them soon.
Kim
Friday, August 5, 2011
Final Count Down
Warm greetings from warm West Africa! We are going into final countdown, as we have 12 days left in Liberia.
I will miss most the people I have met and who have impacted us here over the last 3.5 months. They struggle with so much here in Liberia, it is still hard to fathom. Yet I still witness daily evidence of cheer and happiness from so many people, and many with far less to their names than the average person in America - far less.
I have learned much as well - how to do as much as you can with the little resources we have at hand. How to accept adversity and loss, though we have had some fine successes as well. I have learned that patience, and taking the long view of the situation, help more to promote the improvements needed in newborn care here in Liberia. Liberians, medical providers, nurses etc. have had a rough time for many years here, and often their demeanor exudes that roughness. I have had to become patient with this as well and understand that it will take a few generations to change this.
As a family it has been a fun and building experience. We have had lots of laughs, humor, frustrations, and innovations come through our lives here. There have been many less distractions - no school or school activities (we did do some home-schooling here!); no sports teams or practices or games; no music lessons or other weekly appointed things to do, or getting children to numerous activities. It has been mostly family time together - all weeknights, weekends, Sundays etc. It has been a good time with just the family hanging out together.
Most days of the week, after lunch Kim and our children would return to the hospital with me and would assist in some way with the work there: carting babies out to their mothers to breastfeed; giving baby baths and teaching young mothers how to bathe their babies; teaching breastfeeding or umbilical cord care; building patient charts from the piles of paper stapled together in random fashion; Kim teaching nurses how to do a head to toe patient assessment and to give each other a good change of shift report. Meg, GG, and MC playing with the children hospitalized on the Pediatric ward - holding them, reading to them, coloring with them, and playing with them. As a family we went once to a rural hospital to teach neonatal resuscitation skills, and every one helped in some way.
In other spare hours or days we visited orphanages, where we played with children or performed medical examinations. Just the act of visiting them, showing up to play and provide care, concern, warm spirits and some human compassion was incredibly meaningful to them. We did not have to bring anything but ourselves. And again I will observe that as long as they are generally well - most children I have seen throughout the world are happy, cheerful and will smile and play with you if given the opportunity. The same holds here in our little slice of West Africa. People are also touched if you reassure them you are praying for them, thinking of them and hoping for Liberians to be blessed by God. They have great faith as you can imagine.
Of course we have missed our family, friends and home in Washington and the USA. It has been valuable to be in touch via e-mail, FB, Skype, and even some not-too-expensive phone calls. We look forward to seeing many/most of you soon and are grateful for the support we have had while being here. And be certain we have thought of each of you often. If the FB postings, photos, blog entries have been scarce - it is just that we have been busily engaged, and you know what that can do with one's time. Best wishes to all - John and Fam
I will miss most the people I have met and who have impacted us here over the last 3.5 months. They struggle with so much here in Liberia, it is still hard to fathom. Yet I still witness daily evidence of cheer and happiness from so many people, and many with far less to their names than the average person in America - far less.
I have learned much as well - how to do as much as you can with the little resources we have at hand. How to accept adversity and loss, though we have had some fine successes as well. I have learned that patience, and taking the long view of the situation, help more to promote the improvements needed in newborn care here in Liberia. Liberians, medical providers, nurses etc. have had a rough time for many years here, and often their demeanor exudes that roughness. I have had to become patient with this as well and understand that it will take a few generations to change this.
As a family it has been a fun and building experience. We have had lots of laughs, humor, frustrations, and innovations come through our lives here. There have been many less distractions - no school or school activities (we did do some home-schooling here!); no sports teams or practices or games; no music lessons or other weekly appointed things to do, or getting children to numerous activities. It has been mostly family time together - all weeknights, weekends, Sundays etc. It has been a good time with just the family hanging out together.
Most days of the week, after lunch Kim and our children would return to the hospital with me and would assist in some way with the work there: carting babies out to their mothers to breastfeed; giving baby baths and teaching young mothers how to bathe their babies; teaching breastfeeding or umbilical cord care; building patient charts from the piles of paper stapled together in random fashion; Kim teaching nurses how to do a head to toe patient assessment and to give each other a good change of shift report. Meg, GG, and MC playing with the children hospitalized on the Pediatric ward - holding them, reading to them, coloring with them, and playing with them. As a family we went once to a rural hospital to teach neonatal resuscitation skills, and every one helped in some way.
In other spare hours or days we visited orphanages, where we played with children or performed medical examinations. Just the act of visiting them, showing up to play and provide care, concern, warm spirits and some human compassion was incredibly meaningful to them. We did not have to bring anything but ourselves. And again I will observe that as long as they are generally well - most children I have seen throughout the world are happy, cheerful and will smile and play with you if given the opportunity. The same holds here in our little slice of West Africa. People are also touched if you reassure them you are praying for them, thinking of them and hoping for Liberians to be blessed by God. They have great faith as you can imagine.
Of course we have missed our family, friends and home in Washington and the USA. It has been valuable to be in touch via e-mail, FB, Skype, and even some not-too-expensive phone calls. We look forward to seeing many/most of you soon and are grateful for the support we have had while being here. And be certain we have thought of each of you often. If the FB postings, photos, blog entries have been scarce - it is just that we have been busily engaged, and you know what that can do with one's time. Best wishes to all - John and Fam
Post office Adventure!
Post office Visit by John, to Retrieve our Boxes, Shipped by Dear Friends in Washington! August 4
Parked at the post office down-town. Costs 50 Liberian dollars (70 cent) to park for an hour.
Went throughout the Ministry of Post and Communication, searching for our 5 boxes. Finally found the correct window, no thanks to any Ministry employees. Told them my name, and they found the first box - it was Cheryl M's box of donated youth soccer jerseys. They asked me "how did you know to come down here". I said" Cletus Toe told us they were here, and he goes to our church". They all know Cletus Toe so no more questions like that.
I then pulled out the donated, new reading glasses that were handed down and given to us (for the purpose of donating to people in need of magnification!), which I had carried along, and set them on the counter, with the intent of making some friends. The precedent for this was set by another American missionary couple who found they got attention and assistance with the "sharing" of free reading glasses. I offered the glasses to a few "seasoned" folks, who looked like they could use the help. People swarmed around me like ants after about 5 minutes!. Word spread like wildfire through the building that a crazy American was giving away "Free Reading glasses in the Postal Ministry Lobby". Postal workers, cleaning people, security staff - anyone and everyone were mobbing the scene, grabbing them and wanting to try them on. People ran down the hall to get at them, others ran from upstairs. All of them were yelling and hollering because they were excited about the prospect of something free. One guy grabbed a purple pair and ran off with them.
An elderly cleaning lady came by, got some glasses, and many minutes later was wearing her new reading glasses which still had the tag and sticker on it which obscured the view out of one lens. 30 or 40 pairs of reading glasses - all colors, styles, magnifications - gone like dust in the wind! At this point, a helpful window manager went upstairs and grabbed 4 more boxes that had been stowed away, so now there was a total of 5 boxes.
So now at this point, John thinks he has smoothed the way to just walk out of the Post Office with the 5 boxes of donated goods ( Materiel for the nurses in the NICU donated by TGH nurses and things like breast pumps which don't exist for most Liberian mothers; Soccer jerseys for the neighborhood team; toys donated for the orphanages; OK and a few treats for Dr Golden and his kids!) All donations for Liberian children, babies, mothers!! But Nooooooo - now the customs lady officer comes up and says "you must pay $30 dollars for these packages" Well I did not want to pay one Liberian dollar for these donated goods! And only later did I contemplate the notion that she had a grudge against me because she did not get any reading glasses! So now I go into negotiating mode! (Serious side point - while in Tanzania recently, a shop-owner asked me if I was an attorney, HA! He said I was a clever negotiator, because I fought him tooth and nail on every price he offered on our items. And I did get him way down on prices for all items!).
Carefully, slowly, and clearly I explained to her, and many interested Postal Worker bystanders wearing reading glasses, that the box contents were all donated items intended for the children of Liberia. She told us we had to fill out duty free forms to get them for free. I would thus have to go to another Ministry, the Finance Ministry and get Duty Free forms for the donated goods. I told her I did not want to do this - I challenged her to show me her duty tables, calculations, fees, math etc., so I would know this was "official" She does the calculating; I plead with another customs official to just let us walk with our packages - he declines, and the first lady now informs me "you owe 59 dollars for the duty on these items". Again I tell her I don't want to pay a thing for these boxes; she calls her supervisor on the phone, and after that call helpfully tells me I can get off free If I will go get the duty free forms at the other Ministry (I just want my boxes!! I have made a trip downtown, got to the Postal Ministry before they closed, and would have to make another special trip the next day to two Ministries - just to claim my 5 boxes).
Again I make the point, " No way! I'm not paying anything, because the people sending them have spent enough". Now to be forthcoming - I did check my pockets prior to this, fearing I may lose this match. I only had a $20 bill and told my Customs adversary, " all I have anyway is a 20 dollar bill". Customs Lady walks away at this point - she does not seem interested in my dilemma any longer.
Different plan. I asked some of the postal workers, feeling like they were my friends, "what would happen if I just walked out with these boxes?". These two nice postal ladies said that they needed to have a customs receipt, so I couldn't just leave. Lots of my newly found Postal Worker friends, wearing new reading glasses, are standing around witnessing all this. So I turn to each of them, now feeling quite put out - " alright, give me my glasses back! Hand them over - if this is the way I will be treated here, I want my glasses back right now!" They all proceed to laugh at me, at this point. I think they sense the drama in my approach.
To anyone who would listen at this point, including some customs officials, I say - "WE JUST HANDED OUT HUNDREDS OF DOLLARS IN GLASSES SO WE SHOULDN'T HAVE TO PAY ANYTHING!". I think I started getting somewhere at this point, as well as with the demand for my glasses back. My postal friends find their supervisor; OH YES! She is the one who grabbed TWO pairs of glasses - one for her, and one for her mother! Her staff are talking to her about something, she leaves in the direction of the customs counter. She returns a few minutes later, chuckling at all that has transpired. Her staff are now miffed at the customs lady - "we could lose our free glasses over this" is what I imagine they are saying. A few short minutes later, Customs Lady is back; she addresses me "I will take the 20 dollars now - this is your customs duty". I quickly wager this may be the standstill I need, that will prevent me from returning again the next day, and "what the heck, I am getting off for only 4 dollars per box!". So I hand over the tired 20 bill (most bills here are dirty, soiled, and used over and over) and get a receipt, showing that Indeed the calculated duty fee comes to exactly 20 dollars. I am satisfied, she seems well with it, and my postal friends who are heading for the door with their free glasses seem good with the deal and its finale.
So off we go, William my Liberian friend and running buddy, carrying our 5 boxes to the car. On the way, I say to him - "William, Liberia is crazy!"
Epilogue to my tale: when the packages are examined at home, it appears the pet rodent at the Postal Ministry got into one of the boxes and played with some of the contents, to our chagrin. Good old Liberia - always a surprise when you don't expect it. To all who contributed to these packages - many, many thanks. They will be put to wonderful use as noted above.
Parked at the post office down-town. Costs 50 Liberian dollars (70 cent) to park for an hour.
Went throughout the Ministry of Post and Communication, searching for our 5 boxes. Finally found the correct window, no thanks to any Ministry employees. Told them my name, and they found the first box - it was Cheryl M's box of donated youth soccer jerseys. They asked me "how did you know to come down here". I said" Cletus Toe told us they were here, and he goes to our church". They all know Cletus Toe so no more questions like that.
I then pulled out the donated, new reading glasses that were handed down and given to us (for the purpose of donating to people in need of magnification!), which I had carried along, and set them on the counter, with the intent of making some friends. The precedent for this was set by another American missionary couple who found they got attention and assistance with the "sharing" of free reading glasses. I offered the glasses to a few "seasoned" folks, who looked like they could use the help. People swarmed around me like ants after about 5 minutes!. Word spread like wildfire through the building that a crazy American was giving away "Free Reading glasses in the Postal Ministry Lobby". Postal workers, cleaning people, security staff - anyone and everyone were mobbing the scene, grabbing them and wanting to try them on. People ran down the hall to get at them, others ran from upstairs. All of them were yelling and hollering because they were excited about the prospect of something free. One guy grabbed a purple pair and ran off with them.
An elderly cleaning lady came by, got some glasses, and many minutes later was wearing her new reading glasses which still had the tag and sticker on it which obscured the view out of one lens. 30 or 40 pairs of reading glasses - all colors, styles, magnifications - gone like dust in the wind! At this point, a helpful window manager went upstairs and grabbed 4 more boxes that had been stowed away, so now there was a total of 5 boxes.
So now at this point, John thinks he has smoothed the way to just walk out of the Post Office with the 5 boxes of donated goods ( Materiel for the nurses in the NICU donated by TGH nurses and things like breast pumps which don't exist for most Liberian mothers; Soccer jerseys for the neighborhood team; toys donated for the orphanages; OK and a few treats for Dr Golden and his kids!) All donations for Liberian children, babies, mothers!! But Nooooooo - now the customs lady officer comes up and says "you must pay $30 dollars for these packages" Well I did not want to pay one Liberian dollar for these donated goods! And only later did I contemplate the notion that she had a grudge against me because she did not get any reading glasses! So now I go into negotiating mode! (Serious side point - while in Tanzania recently, a shop-owner asked me if I was an attorney, HA! He said I was a clever negotiator, because I fought him tooth and nail on every price he offered on our items. And I did get him way down on prices for all items!).
Carefully, slowly, and clearly I explained to her, and many interested Postal Worker bystanders wearing reading glasses, that the box contents were all donated items intended for the children of Liberia. She told us we had to fill out duty free forms to get them for free. I would thus have to go to another Ministry, the Finance Ministry and get Duty Free forms for the donated goods. I told her I did not want to do this - I challenged her to show me her duty tables, calculations, fees, math etc., so I would know this was "official" She does the calculating; I plead with another customs official to just let us walk with our packages - he declines, and the first lady now informs me "you owe 59 dollars for the duty on these items". Again I tell her I don't want to pay a thing for these boxes; she calls her supervisor on the phone, and after that call helpfully tells me I can get off free If I will go get the duty free forms at the other Ministry (I just want my boxes!! I have made a trip downtown, got to the Postal Ministry before they closed, and would have to make another special trip the next day to two Ministries - just to claim my 5 boxes).
Again I make the point, " No way! I'm not paying anything, because the people sending them have spent enough". Now to be forthcoming - I did check my pockets prior to this, fearing I may lose this match. I only had a $20 bill and told my Customs adversary, " all I have anyway is a 20 dollar bill". Customs Lady walks away at this point - she does not seem interested in my dilemma any longer.
Different plan. I asked some of the postal workers, feeling like they were my friends, "what would happen if I just walked out with these boxes?". These two nice postal ladies said that they needed to have a customs receipt, so I couldn't just leave. Lots of my newly found Postal Worker friends, wearing new reading glasses, are standing around witnessing all this. So I turn to each of them, now feeling quite put out - " alright, give me my glasses back! Hand them over - if this is the way I will be treated here, I want my glasses back right now!" They all proceed to laugh at me, at this point. I think they sense the drama in my approach.
To anyone who would listen at this point, including some customs officials, I say - "WE JUST HANDED OUT HUNDREDS OF DOLLARS IN GLASSES SO WE SHOULDN'T HAVE TO PAY ANYTHING!". I think I started getting somewhere at this point, as well as with the demand for my glasses back. My postal friends find their supervisor; OH YES! She is the one who grabbed TWO pairs of glasses - one for her, and one for her mother! Her staff are talking to her about something, she leaves in the direction of the customs counter. She returns a few minutes later, chuckling at all that has transpired. Her staff are now miffed at the customs lady - "we could lose our free glasses over this" is what I imagine they are saying. A few short minutes later, Customs Lady is back; she addresses me "I will take the 20 dollars now - this is your customs duty". I quickly wager this may be the standstill I need, that will prevent me from returning again the next day, and "what the heck, I am getting off for only 4 dollars per box!". So I hand over the tired 20 bill (most bills here are dirty, soiled, and used over and over) and get a receipt, showing that Indeed the calculated duty fee comes to exactly 20 dollars. I am satisfied, she seems well with it, and my postal friends who are heading for the door with their free glasses seem good with the deal and its finale.
So off we go, William my Liberian friend and running buddy, carrying our 5 boxes to the car. On the way, I say to him - "William, Liberia is crazy!"
Epilogue to my tale: when the packages are examined at home, it appears the pet rodent at the Postal Ministry got into one of the boxes and played with some of the contents, to our chagrin. Good old Liberia - always a surprise when you don't expect it. To all who contributed to these packages - many, many thanks. They will be put to wonderful use as noted above.
Monday, August 1, 2011
Safari!
We were able to go on a Safari in Tanzania for a week. Each day was a new adventure as we drove out into the Sarangeti and viewed everything from the exotic animals, to the people and the different landscapes. Here are some highlights from each day
Day 1 - We caught an early morning flight into the northern part of the Serengeti in a small twin prop plane. Our family was the only passengers on board. Meg was scared to fly in such a small plane. Her knuckles were white while clutching the seat as we took off. As we flew over the huge expanse of desert we could see far below us Maasai villages with their bomas (fences made out of bushes and branches) encircling their livestock. The Maasai are tribal people who were once nomads. We also saw a wildebeest and zebra migration. From our view point it looked like a trail of ants. After landing on a dirt runway, we were met by our guide, David, and immediately set off to see some animals.
We saw many different varieties of antelope, giraffes, elephants, hippos, vultures who were feasting on dead animal remains, and crocodiles. We also witnessed two different river crossings by the wildebeests who were migrating to the north looking for greener grass and water. This time of year in Tanzania is the dry season. During the last crossing a wildebeest foul almost became a meal for a crocodile! We were pleased that he made it across safely; it was pretty tense there for a minute. Towards the end of the day, as we drove to our tented lodge, we saw 3 cheetas snoozing under a tree, and a little further down the road a lioness. I couldn't believe how close we were to all of these animals. We took lots of pictures! Once at camp we were shown to our tents, which I must say were luxury tents! Each tent had a small living room with a sofa, desk, and lamps. The floors were hardwood, and the bathroom was tiled and had a toilet, a big tub and separate shower. While we were at dinner that night, they warmed our beds with hot water bottles. Now this is camping in style.
Day 2 - This morning we drove out to a Maasai village…early! As in, before the sun was up! We were escorted inside their boma with all the cows. The kids got to help the women milk the cows. Meg got butted aside by a calf who wanted to nurse. It was funny, watching her get knocked over by the hungry baby. I couldn't help but notice how poor their living conditions were. The children had flies around their eyes and everyone just tramped right through all the cow dung. We were invited in to one of their little huts that are made out of sticks, mud, and dung. They are just barely big enough to stoop in; GG hit her head while entering the little hut. (She has grown considerably on this trip!) Inside there is a little pen where they keep the baby goats to protect them from lions during the night. Then we entered a room where they had a fire burning. There is a very small window that the smoke is supposed to escape through, but at the moment the smoke was filling the room. Our eyes stung and we couldn't see where they were telling us to sit. Finally, the room cleared and we were sitting on beds made of stretched cow hide. We sat there and were told about the Maasai way of life. It was very sobering. By the time the boys are around 7 years old, they are responsible for taking out a herd of goats to graze. The older boys take the cows. Sometimes they have to walk over 10 miles to find good grass. These boys eat a breakfast of milk (sometimes enriched with cow blood) and corn meal, and they don't eat again until they bring the herd home in the evening. The 14 and 15 year old boys are training to become warriors and have to live somewhere else outside of their village. The women and girls are responsible for building the huts, cooking, milking, and growing crops. They also make beautiful beaded jewelry to sell so that they can purchase items such as soap, and other necessities.
We spent the remainder of the day on a walking safari, and then went on a night game drive where we got to see some nocturnal animals. As we sleep at night the Maasai are on duty to watch over us with their spears and bow and arrows. Our camp doesn't have a fence and so any animal can come right up to your tent. We heard a zebra walking around our tent tonight.
Day 3 - Today when were driving around viewing the animals, John and Luke asked if they could get out of the jeep and kick the tires (that's safari lingo for I need to pee). Just seconds later our guide very calmly asked if they would please get back in the jeep. He had spotted a male lion laying under a tree not more than 25 yards away. Wow, what an experience! Later, we saw a pride of lions who became disturbed by a herd of elephants that marched into their territory. We also saw a leopard hiding up in an Acacia tree.
We arrived at our next camp by night fall. It was a private camp with a personal chef. Our tents were set up out in the open grasslands with nothing else around them. The tents were more primitive than the last place where we stayed, but still had nice comfortable beds. Each tent had a flushing toilet, and portable shower. The staff had to haul hot water, freshly boiled over a fire, and pour it into an eight liter bag above the shower head. The water smelled like smoke, but the shower was refreshing. We heard lots of animals outside our tents last night. A hyena, something that was grazing and chewing loudly, and a lion!
Day 4 - We set out before sunrise. It was breathtaking to see giraffes, and elephants silhouetted against the pink sky. Lots of animals were out in the early hours of the morning. We saw hyenas, cheetas, leopards, warthogs, baboons, monkeys and a male lion who had a very full belly. It was a great day for viewing animals. On our way back to camp we rounded a curve in the road and spooked a giraffe. It slipped in the mud and feel to its knees. Poor thing, its hind legs were going faster than its front legs and it kept falling. Eventually he got up and was able to lope away. We could tell that he felt embarrassed as he hid behind a tree peeking out at us:) We also encountered an elephant that wasn't all that happy that we were viewing him so closely, and he let us know it. He fanned his ears out, trumpeted loudly, and made a move that looked like his was going to charge our jeep. This isn't the first elephant who has behaved this way, so the kids were all a little unnerved by this. I didn't want to go to dinner tonight because that same male lion is somewhere outside our tents roaring. The escorts came to get us and I asked them if they had a gun. They just smiled and nodded their heads trying to assure me that we are safe. On a side note: all our tents only sleep two people so MC and Lawrence share a tent, and Meg and GG share a tent. The kids all seem fine with this set up - even with a lion close by!
Day 5 - We toured around the central Serengeti this morning looking at rock formations called Kopje. The lions like to hang out on these rocks because they have caves and they're good look-outs for prey. The cheetas hang out on the termite hills and use those as look-outs. Later we headed down to the southern part of the Serengeti where the terrain is mostly prairie with a couple of sparse trees. We did come across a couple of oasis areas that contained a small pond, with green grass and palm trees. This is where the hippos hung out. It took us about 9 hours to get to our next facility. The area was very dry because of the time of year so there was a lot of dust as we drove. We saw giraffe, elephants, ostrich, wart hogs, and lots of gazelle and antelopes along the way.
We stayed at another tented lodge that over looked a lake, which was mostly dry; the kids were excited to explore their new tented rooms.
Day 6 - Today we visited the eighth wonder of the world - the Ngorongoro Crater. It was huge! The crater was once a volcano that collapsed on itself. They think the volcano was bigger that Mt. Kilamanjaro. We drove down into the crater where their are lots of animals. The giant lake was mostly dried up and now served as a salt lick. We drove around viewing all the usual animals and then saw our first rhinoceros and it's baby. It was a very dusty day down in the crater. I couldn't wait to go to our next tent and take a shower. As we drove we passed several Maasai herding their cattle over the mountains to greener grass. The cows were all very skinny. I can't imagine what it would be like to live like the Maasai, but they don't know anything different.
We stopped at a medical facility that African Dream Safari's supports called F.A.M.E. It was started by an American cardiac anesthesiologist and his wife. The clinic serves the people in the suburbs and out in the bush. The doctor gave us a tour of the place. A lab has recently been added and they are upgrading the clinic to a hospital. There are 30 local people who are part of his staff. He invited John and I, or anyone else who may be interested, to come out and work with him. There are a couple of guest houses on the property. The only problem he has are the elephants getting into his garden!
Day 7 - Our last day on safari! We spent the majority of the day driving around in the Tarangire National Park. The terrain was beautiful. It had hills, grasslands, trees, shrubs, and swamplands. There was also a river that flowed through this area. The highlight of the day was when a herd of elephants came lumbering down into the river bed and started bathing themselves in the mud. It was so awesome to watch them splash themselves with their feet and then throw mud onto their backs with their trunks. Many of them actually laid down in the mud and rolled around. One teeny tiny baby elephant was running full speed through the shallow water, throwing its trunk around. Then it would trip, and roll around the mud trumpeting away happily. It was quite the little spunky elephant:) Our guide told us that the mud acts as a bug repellant, sunscreen, and helps to cool their skin. At the end of the day we headed back to Arusha, where our trip began. What an experience! We couldn't have asked for more.
Golden Family
Day 1 - We caught an early morning flight into the northern part of the Serengeti in a small twin prop plane. Our family was the only passengers on board. Meg was scared to fly in such a small plane. Her knuckles were white while clutching the seat as we took off. As we flew over the huge expanse of desert we could see far below us Maasai villages with their bomas (fences made out of bushes and branches) encircling their livestock. The Maasai are tribal people who were once nomads. We also saw a wildebeest and zebra migration. From our view point it looked like a trail of ants. After landing on a dirt runway, we were met by our guide, David, and immediately set off to see some animals.
We saw many different varieties of antelope, giraffes, elephants, hippos, vultures who were feasting on dead animal remains, and crocodiles. We also witnessed two different river crossings by the wildebeests who were migrating to the north looking for greener grass and water. This time of year in Tanzania is the dry season. During the last crossing a wildebeest foul almost became a meal for a crocodile! We were pleased that he made it across safely; it was pretty tense there for a minute. Towards the end of the day, as we drove to our tented lodge, we saw 3 cheetas snoozing under a tree, and a little further down the road a lioness. I couldn't believe how close we were to all of these animals. We took lots of pictures! Once at camp we were shown to our tents, which I must say were luxury tents! Each tent had a small living room with a sofa, desk, and lamps. The floors were hardwood, and the bathroom was tiled and had a toilet, a big tub and separate shower. While we were at dinner that night, they warmed our beds with hot water bottles. Now this is camping in style.
Day 2 - This morning we drove out to a Maasai village…early! As in, before the sun was up! We were escorted inside their boma with all the cows. The kids got to help the women milk the cows. Meg got butted aside by a calf who wanted to nurse. It was funny, watching her get knocked over by the hungry baby. I couldn't help but notice how poor their living conditions were. The children had flies around their eyes and everyone just tramped right through all the cow dung. We were invited in to one of their little huts that are made out of sticks, mud, and dung. They are just barely big enough to stoop in; GG hit her head while entering the little hut. (She has grown considerably on this trip!) Inside there is a little pen where they keep the baby goats to protect them from lions during the night. Then we entered a room where they had a fire burning. There is a very small window that the smoke is supposed to escape through, but at the moment the smoke was filling the room. Our eyes stung and we couldn't see where they were telling us to sit. Finally, the room cleared and we were sitting on beds made of stretched cow hide. We sat there and were told about the Maasai way of life. It was very sobering. By the time the boys are around 7 years old, they are responsible for taking out a herd of goats to graze. The older boys take the cows. Sometimes they have to walk over 10 miles to find good grass. These boys eat a breakfast of milk (sometimes enriched with cow blood) and corn meal, and they don't eat again until they bring the herd home in the evening. The 14 and 15 year old boys are training to become warriors and have to live somewhere else outside of their village. The women and girls are responsible for building the huts, cooking, milking, and growing crops. They also make beautiful beaded jewelry to sell so that they can purchase items such as soap, and other necessities.
We spent the remainder of the day on a walking safari, and then went on a night game drive where we got to see some nocturnal animals. As we sleep at night the Maasai are on duty to watch over us with their spears and bow and arrows. Our camp doesn't have a fence and so any animal can come right up to your tent. We heard a zebra walking around our tent tonight.
Day 3 - Today when were driving around viewing the animals, John and Luke asked if they could get out of the jeep and kick the tires (that's safari lingo for I need to pee). Just seconds later our guide very calmly asked if they would please get back in the jeep. He had spotted a male lion laying under a tree not more than 25 yards away. Wow, what an experience! Later, we saw a pride of lions who became disturbed by a herd of elephants that marched into their territory. We also saw a leopard hiding up in an Acacia tree.
We arrived at our next camp by night fall. It was a private camp with a personal chef. Our tents were set up out in the open grasslands with nothing else around them. The tents were more primitive than the last place where we stayed, but still had nice comfortable beds. Each tent had a flushing toilet, and portable shower. The staff had to haul hot water, freshly boiled over a fire, and pour it into an eight liter bag above the shower head. The water smelled like smoke, but the shower was refreshing. We heard lots of animals outside our tents last night. A hyena, something that was grazing and chewing loudly, and a lion!
Day 4 - We set out before sunrise. It was breathtaking to see giraffes, and elephants silhouetted against the pink sky. Lots of animals were out in the early hours of the morning. We saw hyenas, cheetas, leopards, warthogs, baboons, monkeys and a male lion who had a very full belly. It was a great day for viewing animals. On our way back to camp we rounded a curve in the road and spooked a giraffe. It slipped in the mud and feel to its knees. Poor thing, its hind legs were going faster than its front legs and it kept falling. Eventually he got up and was able to lope away. We could tell that he felt embarrassed as he hid behind a tree peeking out at us:) We also encountered an elephant that wasn't all that happy that we were viewing him so closely, and he let us know it. He fanned his ears out, trumpeted loudly, and made a move that looked like his was going to charge our jeep. This isn't the first elephant who has behaved this way, so the kids were all a little unnerved by this. I didn't want to go to dinner tonight because that same male lion is somewhere outside our tents roaring. The escorts came to get us and I asked them if they had a gun. They just smiled and nodded their heads trying to assure me that we are safe. On a side note: all our tents only sleep two people so MC and Lawrence share a tent, and Meg and GG share a tent. The kids all seem fine with this set up - even with a lion close by!
Day 5 - We toured around the central Serengeti this morning looking at rock formations called Kopje. The lions like to hang out on these rocks because they have caves and they're good look-outs for prey. The cheetas hang out on the termite hills and use those as look-outs. Later we headed down to the southern part of the Serengeti where the terrain is mostly prairie with a couple of sparse trees. We did come across a couple of oasis areas that contained a small pond, with green grass and palm trees. This is where the hippos hung out. It took us about 9 hours to get to our next facility. The area was very dry because of the time of year so there was a lot of dust as we drove. We saw giraffe, elephants, ostrich, wart hogs, and lots of gazelle and antelopes along the way.
We stayed at another tented lodge that over looked a lake, which was mostly dry; the kids were excited to explore their new tented rooms.
Day 6 - Today we visited the eighth wonder of the world - the Ngorongoro Crater. It was huge! The crater was once a volcano that collapsed on itself. They think the volcano was bigger that Mt. Kilamanjaro. We drove down into the crater where their are lots of animals. The giant lake was mostly dried up and now served as a salt lick. We drove around viewing all the usual animals and then saw our first rhinoceros and it's baby. It was a very dusty day down in the crater. I couldn't wait to go to our next tent and take a shower. As we drove we passed several Maasai herding their cattle over the mountains to greener grass. The cows were all very skinny. I can't imagine what it would be like to live like the Maasai, but they don't know anything different.
We stopped at a medical facility that African Dream Safari's supports called F.A.M.E. It was started by an American cardiac anesthesiologist and his wife. The clinic serves the people in the suburbs and out in the bush. The doctor gave us a tour of the place. A lab has recently been added and they are upgrading the clinic to a hospital. There are 30 local people who are part of his staff. He invited John and I, or anyone else who may be interested, to come out and work with him. There are a couple of guest houses on the property. The only problem he has are the elephants getting into his garden!
Day 7 - Our last day on safari! We spent the majority of the day driving around in the Tarangire National Park. The terrain was beautiful. It had hills, grasslands, trees, shrubs, and swamplands. There was also a river that flowed through this area. The highlight of the day was when a herd of elephants came lumbering down into the river bed and started bathing themselves in the mud. It was so awesome to watch them splash themselves with their feet and then throw mud onto their backs with their trunks. Many of them actually laid down in the mud and rolled around. One teeny tiny baby elephant was running full speed through the shallow water, throwing its trunk around. Then it would trip, and roll around the mud trumpeting away happily. It was quite the little spunky elephant:) Our guide told us that the mud acts as a bug repellant, sunscreen, and helps to cool their skin. At the end of the day we headed back to Arusha, where our trip began. What an experience! We couldn't have asked for more.
Golden Family
Friday, July 22, 2011
Returning our Babies
Today went by too fast. This afternoon we drove the babies and their things out to their Uncle Stephen's house. They moved into a small three bedroom house to accommodate for the twins they are going to care for now. Stephen lives there with his wife Rebecca who is about 34 weeks along in her pregnancy, her 2 year old son, and her mother. They are a nice family who seemed very happy to be getting Hattie and Harrison.
We got a few last pictures with them and said goodbye. It was unbelievably hard. The twins felt like a new addition to our family and we got very attached to them. The drive home was quiet, and when we walked into our apartment it felt so empty. At dinner we started talking about them, but had to stop because we started crying.
They are going to stay in our hearts and prayers forever, and one day we hope to see them again.
-Golden Family
We got a few last pictures with them and said goodbye. It was unbelievably hard. The twins felt like a new addition to our family and we got very attached to them. The drive home was quiet, and when we walked into our apartment it felt so empty. At dinner we started talking about them, but had to stop because we started crying.
They are going to stay in our hearts and prayers forever, and one day we hope to see them again.
-Golden Family
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Wulki Farms
Today we drove out to Wulki Farms with one of our friends; the Sheppards. It is a great place to go and tour around. There is a pool side restaurant, tennis and basketball courts, a small golfing range, and different pins for all the exotic African animals. We ate lunch then ventured out to see the different animals. Along the road they have big signs with arrows pointing down different roads where the animals were kept. We visited the ostrich pen first. These birds were quite spunky, as they nipped leaves out of our hands that we pulled off the nearby trees and fed it to them. We guessed that this wasn't their original pen due to the large sign that read "Quails". Later on Lawrence tells us that he really liked seeing the quail. When we told him there was no quail, and it was ostrich that we saw he said, "K guys, there is no difference between an Ostrich and a Quail." We replied, "Well, they are different. But not by any significant thing." Haha! While feeding the 'large quail' we had accidentally entered the territory of an unhappy little bug. The large red ants that lived there also had crawled up onto our feet and bit us like crazy! We were wearing flip flops, and you know how much protection that offers.
The large group of 12 white people hobbled off to see the next animal; the crocodile. Crikey! There were three pens with 2 crocs in each. They were swimming around their 6x6 ft cement home filled with green, gunky water. Yummy. We all felt bad about their living conditions, but decided against our idea of letting them free at the last second.
The pigs were next. They were each in their own little stall, one after another. Some had little piglets with them, maybe 2 weeks old by the looks of it. It was quite an overpowering experience…for my nose at least. (I'm still trying to wash the smell out of my clothes.)
One of the women who worked there, in the pig area, had just closed a pen door and tossed a dead piglet to the side. A few minutes later I walked out with Harrison in my arms. That SAME woman who had touched the dirty, dead piglet, came sauntering over to me jabbering in Liberian-English about how cute Harrison was. I smiled back to be polite and before I knew it she was trying to grab him from me. I held on tight determined not to let my bebe go to this lady who carries around dead pigs. She let go realizing I wasn't giving him up. So she grabbed his hands and his little cheeks saying, "Your white mommy no let go of you!" I held back a few gags and said, "Yup! Now if you'll excuse me. I have to go grab the Hand Sanitizer." That was the day Harrison had his first bath inside of the car with hand sanitizer.
We drove off back to the pool to relax and let the kids swim. Luke had a fun time swimming with Jared, Steven and Jonah, going in and out of the big pool, and the little pool with slides.
All in all it was a very fun, and eventful day to say in the least:)
~Meg and the Fam
The large group of 12 white people hobbled off to see the next animal; the crocodile. Crikey! There were three pens with 2 crocs in each. They were swimming around their 6x6 ft cement home filled with green, gunky water. Yummy. We all felt bad about their living conditions, but decided against our idea of letting them free at the last second.
The pigs were next. They were each in their own little stall, one after another. Some had little piglets with them, maybe 2 weeks old by the looks of it. It was quite an overpowering experience…for my nose at least. (I'm still trying to wash the smell out of my clothes.)
One of the women who worked there, in the pig area, had just closed a pen door and tossed a dead piglet to the side. A few minutes later I walked out with Harrison in my arms. That SAME woman who had touched the dirty, dead piglet, came sauntering over to me jabbering in Liberian-English about how cute Harrison was. I smiled back to be polite and before I knew it she was trying to grab him from me. I held on tight determined not to let my bebe go to this lady who carries around dead pigs. She let go realizing I wasn't giving him up. So she grabbed his hands and his little cheeks saying, "Your white mommy no let go of you!" I held back a few gags and said, "Yup! Now if you'll excuse me. I have to go grab the Hand Sanitizer." That was the day Harrison had his first bath inside of the car with hand sanitizer.
We drove off back to the pool to relax and let the kids swim. Luke had a fun time swimming with Jared, Steven and Jonah, going in and out of the big pool, and the little pool with slides.
All in all it was a very fun, and eventful day to say in the least:)
~Meg and the Fam
Monday, July 18, 2011
Hospital Moments
The girls and I worked up on the Maternity Ward this afternoon doing baths and cord care. These Mothers have their babies so bundled up that they are sweating! If we don't cover them with the blanket afterwards the mom says, "The bebe is cold!" I want to tell them, "No..you live in Africa. You're baby is fine….trust me!" We also inquire how breast feeding is going, and if they have any questions or need any help. Here in Liberia they don't understand, "How is your baby breastfeeding?" You have to say, "How da Bebe suck?!" It is quite humorous. The mothers are appreciative and are eager to learn. One mom who had two children at home already, told the girls how much she learned and how she would do EVERYTHING they had taught her once she was home. She kept asking where we got the soap we were using, and the towels, and the wash cloths so she could go out and buy the EXACT same thing. We love hearing those words. It makes us feel like we are actually doing something worthwhile.
The staff nurses and ladies in the laundry department are getting used to us and also thank us for our service. I love it- it makes me smile! I have grown to love all my little friends at the hospital. I introduced all my kids to the administer of laundry, named Grace, and she insists they call her Auntie Grace. She has four children of her own also, one boy and three girls, so she probably feels a small connection with them.
The staff nurses and ladies in the laundry department are getting used to us and also thank us for our service. I love it- it makes me smile! I have grown to love all my little friends at the hospital. I introduced all my kids to the administer of laundry, named Grace, and she insists they call her Auntie Grace. She has four children of her own also, one boy and three girls, so she probably feels a small connection with them.
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Church with the Twins
Today getting ready for church took a little more strategy and time. We had to pack bottles, formula, burp rags, diapers, wipes, change of clothes…getting the idea? When we finally got to church, and sat down in the chapel, Hadleigh was snatched right out of my loving, protective arms! Every one adores the babies, and want their turns holding them. (All 20 that showed up today:p)
There was a woman sitting behind us who told us she used to own an orphanage. She expressed how it was obvious how attached we were to the twins and we NEED to adopt them. Sadly, she isn't the first person who has conveyed this to us. If there was a way, we would definitely make them a part of our family in a heart beat. But adoptions aren't open in Liberia, and another family has been sponsoring them in hopes of adopting them one day. So we wouldn't want to undermine that; no matter how much we have grown to love them.
~Meg
There was a woman sitting behind us who told us she used to own an orphanage. She expressed how it was obvious how attached we were to the twins and we NEED to adopt them. Sadly, she isn't the first person who has conveyed this to us. If there was a way, we would definitely make them a part of our family in a heart beat. But adoptions aren't open in Liberia, and another family has been sponsoring them in hopes of adopting them one day. So we wouldn't want to undermine that; no matter how much we have grown to love them.
~Meg
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Shopping at Waterside
Woke up this morning to the sound of pouring rain. Not sure if my shopping excursion with Christina was going to be canceled. We were still on and she picked us and one other lady up at 9. We we went to look for material, to make a quilt and purses in the Waterside district. We didn't really understand the name until after our little adventure. But anyways, the material is called lapper. But the Liberians pronounce it Lappa. The colors and patterns can be bright and flamboyant, with all sorts of designs ranging from flowers to flashlights to babies in the womb.
It was hard picking out our fabric because there were several stores with SO many to choose from. It rained the whole time we were shopping, now I know why they name this district Waterside…the streets turn into rivers and the side walks disappeared. As we pressed ourselves against the store fronts trying to stay dry, many people tried to sell us rain boots. The funny thing is, it wouldn't have helped. The water was too deep, so it would have gushed into our shoes.
Trash and debris floated with the current down the street, cars stalled out, motorcycles waded through the water. It was quite humorous. After weaving our way in and out of the people standing under the awnings, trying not to get wet, we successfully bought our favorite materials and swam (not really) to the car.
Wet once again,
Kim
Our Friends
We have so many friends over here now, that it is going to be hard to say good-bye, so we have decided to extend our stay. I'm sure you will all understand and come to visit us! OK, just kidding, but we really have been blessed with many friendships in our short time here in Liberia. At a BBQ that we were invited to we met several families from the states. They have all made Liberia their home. Some have children that have grown up here and now live in the states, while others have small children between the ages of 3 months to 12 years. Talk about coming here to do humanitarian service for four months, it pales in comparison to living here since the 1970's or 80's. A concept that I can't quite wrap my mind around. A couple of these families are missionaries and were here during the war. They fled to the Ivory Coast with all the other refugee's and helped minister to them during this time. My friend Nancy wrote a book about her experiences during this time of unrest. It is a great book. A couple of the other families that we met had served on the Mercy Ships before deciding to live here in Liberia. All of these people are into humanitarian service and helping the Liberian people in some way. One man opened his dental practice over here. Another is helping to install solar panels. My friend Christina has employed several Liberian women to sew for her. They make beautiful bags, purses, and wallets out of recycled plastic (trash) and they sell them. She makes enough money to give her employees a salary, but there is nothing left over for herself. She does it to help these women earn a living and hopefully, a skill they will be able to use if she ever leaves. I am humbled by the things that my friends are doing. It is not for their gain, but they will tell you they are doing God's work.
Kim
Kim
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
~Babies Bath~
Last night Meg and GG fed Hattie and Harrison at midnight to see if they would sleep all through the night. It worked! They woke up around 8 am this morning. Hopefully they will sleep a lot today again!
Tonight we bathed them. The family who had them before us told us they love baths. But obviously we did something wrong because they cried and cried.
Hattie was screaming and didn't stop until she was in her jammies. Dad says that the slippery tub scared her and she didn't feel safe. My ears hurt for a while after that. I fed her and she finally fell asleep.
Harrison cried, but not as loud or long as Hattie. He likes his hair being washed..I think he thinks it feels good. When he was out we put really good smelling lotion on him and put him in his Footy Pajamas. We laid him next to Hattie in their crib. They look so alike now that Hattie's hair is out of her pony tails!
Tonight we bathed them. The family who had them before us told us they love baths. But obviously we did something wrong because they cried and cried.
Hattie was screaming and didn't stop until she was in her jammies. Dad says that the slippery tub scared her and she didn't feel safe. My ears hurt for a while after that. I fed her and she finally fell asleep.
Harrison cried, but not as loud or long as Hattie. He likes his hair being washed..I think he thinks it feels good. When he was out we put really good smelling lotion on him and put him in his Footy Pajamas. We laid him next to Hattie in their crib. They look so alike now that Hattie's hair is out of her pony tails!
Monday, July 11, 2011
Nap Time!
Today Mom told all of us kids that the Twins need to learn how to put themselves back to sleep. And if they have been fed, played with and burped, and they start to get cranky, they should lay down for a nap. She said that they don't need to be coddled or picked up every time they make a noise. It is good for a baby to self soothe. This will teach them to sleep longer at night and not get up as often.
So today after we fed them and played with them, we laid them down for a nap. MC kept walking over to the crib every time they made a noise, and Mom would have to tell to, "leave them alone, they are fine, come back over here." It was pretty funny.
They napped for a good amount of time and were so much more happy when they woke up.
They kept falling asleep ALL day and we began to worry that they wouldn't be tired when it was there bed time and that they wouldn't sleep during the night. Our very experienced Mother once again shared her wisdom and said that well rested babies sleep better at night. So we were relieved that they were taking so many naps.
We have already learned so much and I bet we are going to learn much more.
-Golden Kids-
So today after we fed them and played with them, we laid them down for a nap. MC kept walking over to the crib every time they made a noise, and Mom would have to tell to, "leave them alone, they are fine, come back over here." It was pretty funny.
They napped for a good amount of time and were so much more happy when they woke up.
They kept falling asleep ALL day and we began to worry that they wouldn't be tired when it was there bed time and that they wouldn't sleep during the night. Our very experienced Mother once again shared her wisdom and said that well rested babies sleep better at night. So we were relieved that they were taking so many naps.
We have already learned so much and I bet we are going to learn much more.
-Golden Kids-
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Church with our Babies
Last night the babies woke up at 1:00, 4:00, and 7:00. Meg and GG were awake when everyone got up to get ready for church. They looked exhausted! Dad told them they could stay home and catch up on thier sleep.
Some of our friends lent us a red 2001 Jeep Cherokee, that they aren't using, for the rest of our time in Liberia. It is going to come in handy since we were walking everywhere before!
In church all the people came over to us before Sunday School, touching and smiling at the twins. They asked if we were adopting them, and when we said no they told we should, "carry dem back to da States" which means bring, or take. They were all very grateful that we are caring for them. They would say, "Bless you!" or "Thank you!" when we explained the twins' situation.
All the ladies pinched their cheeks and tummies, talking to them in really fast Liberian English. It is getting easier to understand what they're saying.
It wasn't a hot day, and the weather was just right. But everyone kept telling us that, "Your bebe's are cold!". And would want to wrap them up in their thick fleece blankets. They were sweating a lot by the time church was over.
When we got home they zonked out and took a good nap.
For dinner we had two cooked chickens with baked carrots and potatoes in a broth. It was amazing!
*MC + Lawrence*
Saturday, July 9, 2011
Soccer Boys...
BBWT- that stands for "Babies Born With Talent". Down the street from us there are about 20 boys who have put together a soccer team. We saw them playing one day on the street and jumped into their game, passing the ball with them. We noticed how flat their ball was, so we asked them to walk the last few paces with us to our apartment where we had a few really nice 'street soccer balls'. We donated one to their team and before you knew it they asked us to sponsor them! Oh boy, what did we get ourselves into. They said they needed jersey's, shoes, socks, and shin guards. We said that we couldn't make any promises but would see what we could do for them. I quickly e-mailed my friend Cheryl in the states and put in a request for some soccer jersey's.
The boys have been asking us to come watch them play. One day they came by our apartment and escorted us to one of their games against another neighborhood team. The field is a sand lot with high walls, some of which have barbed wire on top of them (and yes, they have already come to us once to get their ball repaired!). At one point in the game the ball got kicked over the wall into a residential yard. The man wouldn't give the boys their ball back. The boys and their coach pleaded with the man but to no avail. Finally, John climbed the wall and spoke to the man, who was old and crotchety, telling him that the ball was ours and that we gave it to the boys as a gift. The man finally relented, but for a fee. We had to pay him to get the ball back! I guess this has happened before, but instead of getting the ball back, the man just popped it. Our team won! They really are very good. Afterwards we surprised them by treating them to cookies.
First night with the Twins
Last night Hattie and Harrison woke up at 12:00, 2:00 and 4:30, crying and wanting to be fed. They shouldn't have gotten up the first time; MC stayed awake listening for the babies, and the moment one of them made a noise she rushed out of her room, swooped over their bed and grabbed them out! She burst through mine and Meg's door and flipped on the light urgently whispering, "The babies! They were crying! They are HUNGRY!" Meg and I tumbled out of bed half awake, and told her that our door was open and we didn't hear them crying. But since they were awake we fed them anyways.
I changed their diapers and Meg got their bottles ready and heated. We fed them and burped them, and before long they were back asleep. I swear the hours turned into minutes in between each feeding...I felt like a zombie. When it was time to wake up I felt nauseous and told Meg, "I don't even wanna get up! I want to sleep ALL day!"
-G.G.
This morning GG and I had to wake up at 5:50 to catch a ride at 6:30. This was TERRIBLE because we were both exhausted. I find that being a Mom is a lot harder than it looks. I felt like I was going to die when our alarm clock went off! I now have a great amount of respect for all you mothers out there!
GG and I were invited to go out to a place called RobertsPort with several of the fiends we have made here. It is about 2 hours away, and we had to pass through an immigration checkpoint. The officer flagged us down and asked for our passports so he could log them in his "book" that was inside the office. Minutes later he motioned for our driver to come over to him. We were all thinking "GREAT, they think our passports are fake and now we're going to get arrested." It turns out the office was locked, and he didn't have the key. So he gave us some Liberty (Liberian Dollars) and we were on our way. After almost three hours of driving we finally reached RobertsPort beach-our final destination. We had taken a wrong turn and drove an extra 45 minutes further into the heart of Africa. It was quite the little adventure.
The beach we hung out at all day was really nice. It was clean, secluded, and had neat land marks. We swam for a while, went on a walk down the beach, took lots of pictures and went through an old church that we came across. The weather graciously turned from gray, cloudy and rainy, to bright and sunny. We were all SO excited, that I guess we forgot to put sunscreen on when the sun came out.
We left around 3:30 and went out to dinner at The Sajj. Their food is so delicious. It's a good thing they don't serve lobster...because GG and I had that covered! We were burnt to a crisp and red like a beet! (At this point you are free to laugh) I think I'll open one back in Washington:) After dinner we all drove to our friends house that has a projector and huge screen, and watched the cartoon movie Tangled. It was a really fun day, except for when we got home and Mom saw our sunburns. We were locked away in our rooms with nothing but aloe vera and minimal clothing for the next two days. Not really. But Aloe was my new cell phone...always by my side!
~Meg
I changed their diapers and Meg got their bottles ready and heated. We fed them and burped them, and before long they were back asleep. I swear the hours turned into minutes in between each feeding...I felt like a zombie. When it was time to wake up I felt nauseous and told Meg, "I don't even wanna get up! I want to sleep ALL day!"
-G.G.
This morning GG and I had to wake up at 5:50 to catch a ride at 6:30. This was TERRIBLE because we were both exhausted. I find that being a Mom is a lot harder than it looks. I felt like I was going to die when our alarm clock went off! I now have a great amount of respect for all you mothers out there!
GG and I were invited to go out to a place called RobertsPort with several of the fiends we have made here. It is about 2 hours away, and we had to pass through an immigration checkpoint. The officer flagged us down and asked for our passports so he could log them in his "book" that was inside the office. Minutes later he motioned for our driver to come over to him. We were all thinking "GREAT, they think our passports are fake and now we're going to get arrested." It turns out the office was locked, and he didn't have the key. So he gave us some Liberty (Liberian Dollars) and we were on our way. After almost three hours of driving we finally reached RobertsPort beach-our final destination. We had taken a wrong turn and drove an extra 45 minutes further into the heart of Africa. It was quite the little adventure.
The beach we hung out at all day was really nice. It was clean, secluded, and had neat land marks. We swam for a while, went on a walk down the beach, took lots of pictures and went through an old church that we came across. The weather graciously turned from gray, cloudy and rainy, to bright and sunny. We were all SO excited, that I guess we forgot to put sunscreen on when the sun came out.
We left around 3:30 and went out to dinner at The Sajj. Their food is so delicious. It's a good thing they don't serve lobster...because GG and I had that covered! We were burnt to a crisp and red like a beet! (At this point you are free to laugh) I think I'll open one back in Washington:) After dinner we all drove to our friends house that has a projector and huge screen, and watched the cartoon movie Tangled. It was a really fun day, except for when we got home and Mom saw our sunburns. We were locked away in our rooms with nothing but aloe vera and minimal clothing for the next two days. Not really. But Aloe was my new cell phone...always by my side!
~Meg
Friday, July 8, 2011
The Twins
Tonight was a very exciting night for our family! We are the new foster parents of 3 month old Liberian Twins- Hadleigh and Harrison. Their mother passed away three hours after child birth, and her brother (Stephen) is now responsible for their care. He is a wonderful man that has a two year old son, and is expecting another baby early August. The twin's father has four other children to take care of and doesn't want, or have the means to care for them. Having twins is a hardship here in Liberia because of the cost, especially since they are on formula.
Our family happily offered to help by watching them while his wife is going through her last month of pregnancy and birth. They are definitely going to have their hands full already. Another family had them before us, and the Uncle (Stephen) has been really involved in their lives. He visits them frequently, checking up on them, bringing formula and diapers. He wants what is best for the twins, which would be a life in the United States. A family from Texas is sponsoring him in hopes that when adoptions open up in this country, they will come over and get them. So they have been sending money to provide for Hattie and Harrison's food, clothing and diapers.
The twins aren't identical and have very different personalities. Hattie is more mellow and serious and doesn't mind being set down, while Harrison is more loud and likes to be held. He has a huge smile that makes you laugh!
They both talk and talk; jabbering away all throughout the day. They will sometimes wake up at night and you can hear them cooing and making noises. They aren't that fussy and only cry when they are hungry. We absolutely love them, and are going to have such a hard time parting with them. They are so precious and fun to have around.
We decided that Mom and Dad (Kim and John) are going to play the role of 'Grandparents' and let us kids take on the part of the parent. So that means waking up to feed them, changing them and bathing them. We will keep everyone updated on how things go!
~The Goldens~
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Girls Day Out
Today we were picked up by the Sheppards, a family we recently met and clicked with. We had dinner with them last Sunday and had a great time getting to know them better. This family has lived here since the 1980's doing missionary work; they call Liberia their home. All five of their children have grown up here, but now live in the states, with the exception of their last son who is 15. He and Lawrence hit it off and played on the trampoline for hours. They also have a Liberian foster son who is 3 years old, and they are looking to adopt him when adoptions open back up. Their daughter in law to be has been here for the last 7 weeks visiting, and seeing the country where her fiance grew up. All of us girls love her and we get along well.
So, we got picked up around 1pm, dropped Luke off at their house to play, and went to "The Sajj" for lunch. It's a small little Indian restaurant off to the side of the road and kind of hidden from view. If you weren't shown where it was, you wouldn't be able to find it. The restaurant was built around some already existing trees. They have incorporated the trees into the overall design by carving images into them. We noticed from the past few times we've been here, that this is where the white people hang out. When I walked in I was like, "Whoa! White people!"
After lunch we drove down town to a little place called Bannesville. There is a large open-air market here where they sell lots of clothes, shoes, bags, belts and many other things. I saw a few brand names like "Gap" and "Ed Hardy" and "Ann Taylor". Many of the clothes were nice and have never been worn. There were rows and rows of little shops or cubicles that the sellers had for themselves. The lay out is hard to explain. One roof covered all of these makeshift shops. It was made out of corrugated tin and old bags; wooden posts held the whole thing up. The floor is just the dirt on the ground with some seashells mixed in. There were lots of puddles and mud from the recent rain. (But today we were lucky because it was hot and sunny.) Each person has their own little section where they are selling their merchandise. We didn't buy much, only a few things here and there. But seeing everything was the fun part. We wanted to take a picture in the beginning, but all the ladies saw our camera and kept asking to get their pictures with us. It was funny, and they like to see themselves in the picture frame, so we agreed.
One of the crazy stories for today was when we were walking down an isle and two girls were walking towards us with buckets on their heads. When we got closer we realized that there were monkey arms in it! The Liberians, supposedly, really like monkey meat, but I'm none too eager to try it myself. A boy in the market picked up an arm and pushed it towards me. I screamed and hit him hard in the arm. I didn't feel too bad about it ;)
When we were done shopping, we walked out the entrance and passed some women selling different food items under an umbrella. We heard that Kiane (Kai-ann) was really good and that we should try it. The ingredients are crushed up peanuts, cassava and sugar. Then you just pack it really hard together, and you have a little treat. It was pretty good! But then again what do I know? I have been deprived of good American sweets for 10 weeks now. (Haha!)
I know I will miss the Liberian food when I return home though.
~Meg
So, we got picked up around 1pm, dropped Luke off at their house to play, and went to "The Sajj" for lunch. It's a small little Indian restaurant off to the side of the road and kind of hidden from view. If you weren't shown where it was, you wouldn't be able to find it. The restaurant was built around some already existing trees. They have incorporated the trees into the overall design by carving images into them. We noticed from the past few times we've been here, that this is where the white people hang out. When I walked in I was like, "Whoa! White people!"
After lunch we drove down town to a little place called Bannesville. There is a large open-air market here where they sell lots of clothes, shoes, bags, belts and many other things. I saw a few brand names like "Gap" and "Ed Hardy" and "Ann Taylor". Many of the clothes were nice and have never been worn. There were rows and rows of little shops or cubicles that the sellers had for themselves. The lay out is hard to explain. One roof covered all of these makeshift shops. It was made out of corrugated tin and old bags; wooden posts held the whole thing up. The floor is just the dirt on the ground with some seashells mixed in. There were lots of puddles and mud from the recent rain. (But today we were lucky because it was hot and sunny.) Each person has their own little section where they are selling their merchandise. We didn't buy much, only a few things here and there. But seeing everything was the fun part. We wanted to take a picture in the beginning, but all the ladies saw our camera and kept asking to get their pictures with us. It was funny, and they like to see themselves in the picture frame, so we agreed.
One of the crazy stories for today was when we were walking down an isle and two girls were walking towards us with buckets on their heads. When we got closer we realized that there were monkey arms in it! The Liberians, supposedly, really like monkey meat, but I'm none too eager to try it myself. A boy in the market picked up an arm and pushed it towards me. I screamed and hit him hard in the arm. I didn't feel too bad about it ;)
When we were done shopping, we walked out the entrance and passed some women selling different food items under an umbrella. We heard that Kiane (Kai-ann) was really good and that we should try it. The ingredients are crushed up peanuts, cassava and sugar. Then you just pack it really hard together, and you have a little treat. It was pretty good! But then again what do I know? I have been deprived of good American sweets for 10 weeks now. (Haha!)
I know I will miss the Liberian food when I return home though.
~Meg
Monday, July 4, 2011
Happy Fourth!
We hope everyone at home had a great, and safe, fourth of July. We really missed being there, but we got to celebrate early with a few of our friends here.
On Saturday we drove out to ELWA for a B-B-Q lunch at the beach. It was hosted at
a families home who is living here full time and has two small little children. ELWA compound is a great place. Right by the beach, small paved roads, and safe. . . for the most part.
Every family that came contributed a dish, and we brought our spicy spaghetti, a dish that I learned to make from our cook. Meg made it today considering I was at AGC playing volleyball with the gigantic principal from Lighthouse Christian School. . . okay lets get back on track. The food was great; it was actually American! After eating, Meg and I played (more for me) volleyball with Jared, Matt, and Mark (the Med. students), and a second Matt we met at the party. Because the weather was warm and sunny we decided to go down the road a ways to where it is safe to swim. The Matt we met at the party has a big, heavy duty dirt bike and Meg asked if she could ride it (she has always loved motorcycles, but has never ridden one). Since there were no busy roads out there, with only the occasional car on it, Mom consented. Matt made Meg wear his helmet (it was huge on her and looked hilarious, shh. . . don't tell her I said that) and they drove about a minute down the road to the swimming spot.
When everyone else caught up we changed into our bathing suits, laid our towels out, and swam. Well, Dad the kids and I did, Mom and Meg laid on their towels in the sun. The weather is gradually getting cooler. It wasn't as hot as when we first came, and the water was a little chillier than before. But we all had a great time. Lawrence and his buddy Matt swam, threw the football and tried to do flips on the sand. Lawrence likes him a lot, and says he is, "the older brother I never had! Well…the brother YOU never gave me, Mom!" It was sad when it was time to go. The students were leaving to go back to school the next day, and we had grown close to all of them. So we got a picture with them and said our goodbyes.
- GG -
On Saturday we drove out to ELWA for a B-B-Q lunch at the beach. It was hosted at
a families home who is living here full time and has two small little children. ELWA compound is a great place. Right by the beach, small paved roads, and safe. . . for the most part.
Every family that came contributed a dish, and we brought our spicy spaghetti, a dish that I learned to make from our cook. Meg made it today considering I was at AGC playing volleyball with the gigantic principal from Lighthouse Christian School. . . okay lets get back on track. The food was great; it was actually American! After eating, Meg and I played (more for me) volleyball with Jared, Matt, and Mark (the Med. students), and a second Matt we met at the party. Because the weather was warm and sunny we decided to go down the road a ways to where it is safe to swim. The Matt we met at the party has a big, heavy duty dirt bike and Meg asked if she could ride it (she has always loved motorcycles, but has never ridden one). Since there were no busy roads out there, with only the occasional car on it, Mom consented. Matt made Meg wear his helmet (it was huge on her and looked hilarious, shh. . . don't tell her I said that) and they drove about a minute down the road to the swimming spot.
When everyone else caught up we changed into our bathing suits, laid our towels out, and swam. Well, Dad the kids and I did, Mom and Meg laid on their towels in the sun. The weather is gradually getting cooler. It wasn't as hot as when we first came, and the water was a little chillier than before. But we all had a great time. Lawrence and his buddy Matt swam, threw the football and tried to do flips on the sand. Lawrence likes him a lot, and says he is, "the older brother I never had! Well…the brother YOU never gave me, Mom!" It was sad when it was time to go. The students were leaving to go back to school the next day, and we had grown close to all of them. So we got a picture with them and said our goodbyes.
- GG -
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Checkups for the Kids
Wow we are already half way through our trip. This has gone by so fast!
Today we drove almost two hours out to Quita's orphanage located in the bush (for the second time). We caught a ride with the two missionary couples; Elder+Sister Kimball and Elder+Sister Kirkham. We love them to pieces!
When we arrived all the little orphans ran outside to greet us. Inside, Quita introduced all of us to the caretakers, advisors, security and cooks. They are all very gracious and love having company. My Mom and Dad sat in one of the rooms off to the side and had all the kids line up outside the door. My parents did small head to toe checkups on each child and gave each one worming medicine and any other special medicine they needed. Us kids read to the children waiting in line. They still had all the books we gave them last time; they absolutely love them! The missionaries who came with us donated a soccer ball to the orphanage; they were busy playing catch with the kids outside. My siblings and I stayed inside to help our parents.
Dad would look in the children's eyes, mouth, and ears, and listen to their heart and lungs, while mom would look for blemishes, fungus, and rashes on their skin and heads, GG would hand the kids their pills and a cup of water, Meg would stick a sticker on their hand and Lawrence would give them a peppermint candy for a job well done. If any of the smaller children started crying or were upset M.C. would hold them until they were calm. The kids loved her! For the most part the kids looked pretty good; a few had colds and a few others had ring worm. There were also a few distended tummies probably from malnutrition.
Word that a "doctor" was in the orphanage traveled like forest fire. All the village moms and their kids tried to push into line to get checked and medicated. But because of our time constraint, we were barely able to finish the orphans. So we gave the village kids stickers and candy to make sure their feelings weren't hurt. Quita is having a difficult time right now raising enough money to buy food for these kids. She makes coal from the rubber trees and sells that for money. Everyone uses coal to cook with over here in Liberia so there is a huge market for this type of fuel. Making coal is quite a process. You have to stack the wood from the tree in a certain way and then light a fire in the middle of the pile, then you cover this huge mound with just enough dirt that you don't put out the fire yet it is hot enough to smolder and create coal. This takes around three days to complete. It is more difficult right now though because of the heavy rains.
The orphanage children and staff members eat rice three times a day. Quita told us they go through a 50 pound bag of rice in 4-5 days; she said they also feed some village schoolchildren during the school day. We have recently helped them fund a bag of rice and some extra funds to get some protein into their diet. We enjoyed being with all the children and staff at Quita's orphanage - they are cheerful and fun despite their circumstances. Please think of them in your prayers!
~Golden Kids :)
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Eternal Love Winning Africa (ELWA)
Today we went out to ELWA (a place about half an hour away) and visited an orphanage. Some of our friends here, who are medical students visiting from the States, told us about it and invited us to come with them. There were about 30 kids that came out to play with us once we arrived. We all got into a huge circle and played duck duck goose, sang some fun songs, and then played sharks and minnows. Then we separated into two groups. Us boys played soccer, and the girls played kick-ball. Oh yeah, and you have to watch where you stand because there are ant hills all over and they sting like crazy when they bite you!
Lawrence
The kickball game was fun! We had two teams and the girls were really good at it. After about an hour of playing this, the med-students said that it was story time. They usually read a scripture story to the kids and then have a prayer. This was neat to see.After that we taught the little kids how to play some hand games and they loved those. We blew some bubbles and the kids loved to pop them. We also gave out peppermint candies; once that happened almost every other minute the little kids constantly dug through our pockets for more. We got some pretty cute pictures.
*MC*
During our last hour at the orphanage the guys started having contests on who was stronger. Matt, our American friend, would do some crazy push ups and pull ups, and the Liberian boys would try to outdo him. It was quite humorous to watch. It was getting close to dinner time so we said our good-byes and left. We all walked back to the house that the med-students were staying in, near ELWA hospital, and changed into our bathing suits. All of us kids got to swim in the ocean for about an hour with Jared, Matt, and Elizabeth. We had fun passing the volleyball and football around, well, whenever we weren't being knocked over by the big waves. It was a blast! They all leave on Sunday to get back to school. We will definitely miss them and the friendship we have formed with them!
-G.G.
Our trip to the ELWA orphanage was a great experience. This facility first started out as a Sunday School, evolved into a school, and then from that the director and his wife saw the need to open an orphanage. Jefferson (the director) and his wife Hellena are both very dedicated to the running of this operation. They get very little government support, which is the case for all the other orphanages here in Liberia. I think the government's money is just spread way too thin with all that they are doing to rebuild after 14 years of war. The school is still in operation at this orphanage, with over 300 children in attendance. The small tuition that the students' families pay to go to school, helps fund salaries for the teacher's, care takers, and the cook's. It doesn't quite cover the cost for food, but Jefferson said that they have been blessed at different times by organizations such as Samaritan's Purse and missionaries from different churches offering food supplies or beds for the children. One really neat feature about this facility was a well that some missionaries put into place on the property. This well is operated by a merry-go-round that the children play on. The water gets pumped to a big holding tank that is located at the top of a tower. This provides the water pressure that is needed for the plumbing so that the children can take showers. I was quite impressed by this. Something else that was noteworthy about this orphanage and school was the big woodworking shop on the property. It was built by some missionaries from the USA who obviously had a fondness for Jefferson and Hellena's orphanage.
The workshop was in two portions - a large covered outbuilding that was open on 4 sides, and a large cargo container that housed the generator, power tools, a nice plywood saw and many hand tools. The vision was to provide a technical training opportunity to young men and interested girls, where they could learn furniture making, woodworking and production of doors. One of the older boys was placed in the position of manager of the shop, and another was in charge of marketing. Pretty cool concept and vision in that it provided job skills before leaving school and the orphanage.
Kim :)
Monday, June 27, 2011
Many Thanks!
A few days ago our accountant, Doug Collier, arrived here in Liberia. He came bearing a few gifts that some great friends of ours sent us from the States. We are very appreciative of all the people who sent us these supplies. We would also at this time like to thank all the people who have emailed us asking if they can help, or just wishing us luck in all of our doings! Of the things that were sent these have been our favorites:
CANDY- we have all been missing our favorites and can't find anything that comes close to replacing them. We have been trying to ration the candy and gum we received but whenever we eat some it reminds us of home!
Medical supplies- The nurses in the NICU were very grateful for the books that were sent. Dad told us that if it is a slow moving day he will see the nurses looking through them! They were most excited when they each received their very own stethoscope.
BATHING SUITS- Well, a while back, we visited a really nice beach. No garbage, no gross sand and no weird people hanging about. Us girls sat there longing to be in the water, while Luke was the only one able to swim in the basketball shorts he was wearing. Now that we have bathing suits, we can visit nice beaches and go swimming! The downside, the day after they arrived we were struck with bad weather so we're still waiting for a nice day to go swimming.
Once again we would like to extend our thanks to all of our friends and family who follow our blog and send us comments and words of encouragement. We have also appreciated your e-mails and facebook responses letting us know you care about us. We feel blessed to have so many great people in our lives. Thanks again for everything! We Appreciate and love you!
-GG
CANDY- we have all been missing our favorites and can't find anything that comes close to replacing them. We have been trying to ration the candy and gum we received but whenever we eat some it reminds us of home!
Medical supplies- The nurses in the NICU were very grateful for the books that were sent. Dad told us that if it is a slow moving day he will see the nurses looking through them! They were most excited when they each received their very own stethoscope.
BATHING SUITS- Well, a while back, we visited a really nice beach. No garbage, no gross sand and no weird people hanging about. Us girls sat there longing to be in the water, while Luke was the only one able to swim in the basketball shorts he was wearing. Now that we have bathing suits, we can visit nice beaches and go swimming! The downside, the day after they arrived we were struck with bad weather so we're still waiting for a nice day to go swimming.
Once again we would like to extend our thanks to all of our friends and family who follow our blog and send us comments and words of encouragement. We have also appreciated your e-mails and facebook responses letting us know you care about us. We feel blessed to have so many great people in our lives. Thanks again for everything! We Appreciate and love you!
-GG
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Story Time
Today Meg gave a talk in church. She did very well! Then in Young Women's class she was asked to give the lesson because her teacher wasn't prepared to give it. (This is the second time she has had to do this.)
After church we got home, ate, rested, and then our two Home teachers came over for a visit. Brother Franklin told us a story about himself during the war. He said that one night some soldiers came to his house and dragged him and several children out of bed, and threw them into a truck. The soldiers took them to a beach and had them stand next to a fallen palm tree. They came up to Brother Franklin first and said. "Take off your shirt." (Bro. Franklin says that this meant you were going to die) Franklin said that he asked if he could say a prayer first. The soldiers mocked him and told him, "That won't help you! There is nothing you can do that will save you. Lie down on the tree, now." Brother Franklin said he was persistent and asked until they consented. He knelt down to offer up a prayer, and he said as soon as he did so a voice came to him and told him, "Fight! Fight for your life!" He said this message was clear as day. Brother Franklin explained how he kicked down the two guards at his legs, got off the tree, and turned to run away. As he turned to run the third guard brought down his sword and cut his head open, right across the top. He did not stop running though. He said that he knew God was with him and was giving him strength, because he was not getting weaker from the loss of blood. He felt more energized and strong with each step. He outran the guards and felt impressed to run a certain way. He came to a compound with four walls, and realized that this was the ONLY wall that did not have barbed wire on the top of it.
Brother Franklin told us how there was a lone palm tree growing up one of the walls. He said he climbed up it, and it bent over perfectly to allow him to drop onto the ground on the inside. Franklin explained how it had been raining very hard all night. The rain water was pushing away the earth from under the roots of the trees inside the compound just enough to allow him to scramble and hide underneath. He scooped up the mud around him and packed it onto his head to try and slow the bleeding. Then he took off his shirt, and started rubbing mud all over him to try and camouflage himself. Not moments after he finished, Franklin said that the soldiers came up to the compound wall, shining their big lamps and flashlights all around the courtyard. He said they shined it right in his eyes, but did not see him. The soldiers gave up and went on their way. A while later Brother Franklin said he knew he had to get his 'flayed head' taken care of. So he pretended to be a soldier and went to a barrack to get his wound sutured up, since all the hospitals were closed. Franklin said that the nurse didn't even bother to clean it, and just sewed him right up. He told us how it started to get really big and built up. My Mom laughed and said, "That's called a hematoma. Blood welling up." Franklins eyes got all big and round and he said, pointing to his head, "Hematoma?! There was a MOUNTAIN on my head!" We all burst out laughing. Then he demonstrated how he would press the top of his head against a wall to get the swelling to go down. We all laughed again. He knows how to make a sad subject humorous.
He said the war was a bad time. And Liberia is much better now. The people don't want that happening again.
I am grateful for that. There are many things we hear about the war that would just break your heart. But each day the people are progressing, and striving to become better. We hope to share and help all we can to speed this process up.
After church we got home, ate, rested, and then our two Home teachers came over for a visit. Brother Franklin told us a story about himself during the war. He said that one night some soldiers came to his house and dragged him and several children out of bed, and threw them into a truck. The soldiers took them to a beach and had them stand next to a fallen palm tree. They came up to Brother Franklin first and said. "Take off your shirt." (Bro. Franklin says that this meant you were going to die) Franklin said that he asked if he could say a prayer first. The soldiers mocked him and told him, "That won't help you! There is nothing you can do that will save you. Lie down on the tree, now." Brother Franklin said he was persistent and asked until they consented. He knelt down to offer up a prayer, and he said as soon as he did so a voice came to him and told him, "Fight! Fight for your life!" He said this message was clear as day. Brother Franklin explained how he kicked down the two guards at his legs, got off the tree, and turned to run away. As he turned to run the third guard brought down his sword and cut his head open, right across the top. He did not stop running though. He said that he knew God was with him and was giving him strength, because he was not getting weaker from the loss of blood. He felt more energized and strong with each step. He outran the guards and felt impressed to run a certain way. He came to a compound with four walls, and realized that this was the ONLY wall that did not have barbed wire on the top of it.
Brother Franklin told us how there was a lone palm tree growing up one of the walls. He said he climbed up it, and it bent over perfectly to allow him to drop onto the ground on the inside. Franklin explained how it had been raining very hard all night. The rain water was pushing away the earth from under the roots of the trees inside the compound just enough to allow him to scramble and hide underneath. He scooped up the mud around him and packed it onto his head to try and slow the bleeding. Then he took off his shirt, and started rubbing mud all over him to try and camouflage himself. Not moments after he finished, Franklin said that the soldiers came up to the compound wall, shining their big lamps and flashlights all around the courtyard. He said they shined it right in his eyes, but did not see him. The soldiers gave up and went on their way. A while later Brother Franklin said he knew he had to get his 'flayed head' taken care of. So he pretended to be a soldier and went to a barrack to get his wound sutured up, since all the hospitals were closed. Franklin said that the nurse didn't even bother to clean it, and just sewed him right up. He told us how it started to get really big and built up. My Mom laughed and said, "That's called a hematoma. Blood welling up." Franklins eyes got all big and round and he said, pointing to his head, "Hematoma?! There was a MOUNTAIN on my head!" We all burst out laughing. Then he demonstrated how he would press the top of his head against a wall to get the swelling to go down. We all laughed again. He knows how to make a sad subject humorous.
He said the war was a bad time. And Liberia is much better now. The people don't want that happening again.
I am grateful for that. There are many things we hear about the war that would just break your heart. But each day the people are progressing, and striving to become better. We hope to share and help all we can to speed this process up.
Friday, June 24, 2011
Civil Compound-AGC
This morning we woke up early, ate breakfast, made sack lunches, and walked over to AGC. It was overcast and approximately 75 degrees, I think all of us kids have acclimated to the heat, because we felt cold and had to wear our jackets. Doug, the founder of AGC brought a team of eight people from the States with him. These people are here for various reasons. A couple are nurses, a few are teachers and one is a carpenter. They are mainly here to offer their services to the school. We divided up into three different cars to make a journey out to one of the outlying schools (Civil Compound-AGC) in the bush. My family got into a van with several other people. It was not the most comfortable car I've ever been in; GG and I could feel each metal bar and spring in the seat we were sitting on. We made a few stops along the road and picked up a few more people, somehow affiliated with AGC, who wanted to go visit the school. By the time we really got going, there were 17 people in our little van! (Talk about taking advantage of space!) The roads are in pretty bad shape from all the rain we've been getting. There were a few areas so covered by water I wasn't sure we would make it through. We had to cross over a river, on a make shift bridge made up of two fallen trees with planks of wood on top of them. The wheels of the car just barely fit on each tree. For our safety, we got out of the cars and walked across ourselves, with the cars following behind us. As we got closer to the school we passed through a small village where most of the students live. Once at AGC we got to watch the graduation of the Kindergarten class. It is a really big deal over here if you graduate from Kindergarten. We have had several Liberian friends talk about parties or celebrations and big dinners for their child, because they have graduated. We would say, "Oh that's so good! From High school or College?" They would laugh and answer, "No, from Kindergarten."
The ceremony was interesting and fun to watch. The students wore little caps and gowns and sang a song while doing a little march around the courtyard. They were each called up by name and awarded a certificate by Doug and his team. As the kids were called up, their moms would scream and clap and come to the front of the crowd and dance. Some of them whipped off their wrap that goes around their dress, and laid it on the ground for their child to walk on. The parents were very excited and had no qualms about showing it as they handed their graduate a gift or two and smiled big for a picture. The children though stayed very stoic. NONE of them smiled throughout any part of the ceremony. Not even when their picture was taken.
After a few hours we made our way home in the snug little van. We had to stop a few times because of car problems, but that gave us time to take pictures and take in the view around us. The fam stopped by JFK hospital so Dad could check on some of the babies, and then finally got home for dinner. It was a very long, interesting but exciting day.
~Meg
The ceremony was interesting and fun to watch. The students wore little caps and gowns and sang a song while doing a little march around the courtyard. They were each called up by name and awarded a certificate by Doug and his team. As the kids were called up, their moms would scream and clap and come to the front of the crowd and dance. Some of them whipped off their wrap that goes around their dress, and laid it on the ground for their child to walk on. The parents were very excited and had no qualms about showing it as they handed their graduate a gift or two and smiled big for a picture. The children though stayed very stoic. NONE of them smiled throughout any part of the ceremony. Not even when their picture was taken.
After a few hours we made our way home in the snug little van. We had to stop a few times because of car problems, but that gave us time to take pictures and take in the view around us. The fam stopped by JFK hospital so Dad could check on some of the babies, and then finally got home for dinner. It was a very long, interesting but exciting day.
~Meg
Thursday, June 23, 2011
More Activities by the Family in Liberia
Last Saturday the 18th of June we were invited to see and share in the baptisms of four young men in our church. We travelled about 1.5 hours into the rural area outside of Monrovia, to Kakata where we met some new Liberian friends and enjoyed their great spirits. Then we all trekked over to the nearby River Du to see the baptisms occur in this river. Kim and the girls drove in the trucks with the two senior missionary couples to the riverside location where these men and boys would enter the water. Lawrence and I walked about 3/4 of a mile with our new friends over hill and dale to the same spot (I preferred the walk) and enjoyed the conversation and company with Nathan, who is a teacher and just completed his studies to be an elementary teacher.
When we arrived - some local villagers were doing their laundry at this riverside spot, but they cheerfully made room for our group to proceed. Eddy, who was the father of 3 of the boys, and friends with the 4th, then took each one and performed the baptism for each. This was a very cool, and very intimate experience - one I will not forget for a long time.
Later that day when we arrived home - we just kicked back and relaxed. This felt good, because we all had a busy week. I rounded each day at the NICU, JFK Hospital, often with Kim and the kids accompanying me back to the unit after lunch, to help in any way they could (starting new records, dismantling old records; helping mothers breast-feeding their babies, etc.).
My time in the NICU has been very busy for me, trying to model good care and good practices, I love joking with the nurses and all of the staff in the hospital: the housekeeping staff, the lab staff, the security folks, the midwifes and Labor staff, administrators, even visiting families. An interesting observation - I do not often see fathers, until they arrive to take Mom and baby home. Sometimes they arrive and demand to take the baby home. Then the nurses and I take turns talking them out of it, until a stern, seasoned Liberian nurse tells them to shape up! That usually takes care of it.
On the Friday of last week - arrived to find I had 24 to 25 weeks gestation twin brothers, both very small at 430 grams and 490 grams (less than a pound, right at one pound). We did what we could, which was a little oxygen, some warmth, some IV fluids but it was not enough and they could not survive being so immature. I found that I was at peace with this, since these tiny ones are tough to manage in the best North American or European neonatal units, but almost none of the needed resources were available here in Liberia. I see a composed acceptance of the serious limitations, and then we all move on to the next set of tough clinical battles, and there are many. I still enjoy going in to the hospital each day - glad to find that it is still a passion even in a new and strange land, a new medical culture.
~John
Thursday, June 16, 2011
ELWA Hospital
Today we drove out to ELWA Hospital to teach NRP to the staff. Our friend Andy, a college student who job shadowed John last week, gave us a tour of the hospital. This hospital is smaller than JFK; it is a single story building, but has all the basic departments that a community would need. Like most facilities around here, ELWA is in need of equipment. Another problem over here in Liberia is that if a piece of equipment is donated to a hospital there isn't anyone around here who knows how to trouble shoot or fix the equipment if it breaks. That is the case with a ventilator in the NICU where John works. A ventilator isn't much good if it doesn't work. There are no IV pumps, so the nurses use the old fashioned method of counting drips/minute. Any of you nurses remember how to do that? Labor and delivery only has one birthing table with stirrups. It looks like it's from the 1950's. It is old, tattered, and rusty. There is one O.R. that does have an anesthesia machine that works well. The room was cool and clean. The staff at ELWA were friendly, but overworked. There are not enough doctors at any of the hospitals here in Liberia, so the nurses do almost everything including suturing.
Andy then took us to the hospital chapel where we would be teaching NRP. There were about 19 nurses, students, and a doctor all together, who attended the course. The nurses were very attentive and asked good questions. They were eager to learn and appreciated the hands on learning. We had 4 manikins for them to practice on. We had to emphasize that a baby only needs gentle stimulation if it is in distress after being born (ie- gently rubbing the babies back or flicking the soles of the feet).
The Liberian's believe that the African babies need more stimulation and therefore need to be hung upside down and smacked hard on their feet or back because they have a rough start being born in Africa. John and I trained MEG and GG on the basic steps of resuscitation the night before. The kids loved being there with us, learning alongside the staff.
After we finished our training we were invited to stay for dinner at Andy's living quarters. We had to walk through a jungle to get there. His house is about a hundred feet from the beach; must be rough! None of us brought our bathing suits to Liberia because we were told that the beaches were dirty, and they are in most areas. The beach that is a couple of blocks away from our house has trash and we have found some medical supplies like needles, IV tubing, and vials. Anyway, Andy's beach was very clean. Lawrence was so excited to be on the beach that he dove into the ocean with all his clothes on. The water is very warm! One of Andy's roommates swam with Lawrence and made sure that he was safe. The weather didn't stay nice for long. We made it inside the house just as the clouds began to dump their rain, and rain it did for the rest of the night. We had a nice dinner and then said our good-byes.
Michael, our friend came to pick us up in his friend's car. Of course he was an hour and a half late. The ride home was quite comical. It was raining so hard that we had to keep the windows rolled up. It didn't take long for seven people to fog up the windows and make it almost impossible to see anything outside. Not only were the windows fogged up, but the headlights were so dim that Michael had to use his hazard lights to see. You'll know how well this worked when to our amazement we found ourselves out in the middle of a field, and Michael asked us where the road went, Ha! Well, the fun didn't end here. After finding our way back to the road, Michael made a call to his friend asking him to trade out cars so that we would be in a safer one. We all got out of the car, in the pouring rain, grabbing all of our training materials and backpacks and scrambled into the other car. Once we were all settled, Michael looked over at us and said that the car wasn't working right, so out into the pouring rain once again and back into the original car. A guard was standing near by watching us crazy white people play musical cars. I'm sure he was quite entertained. Lucky for all of you reading this, we made it home safely so that I could blog about this fun day and share it with you.
Drenched~ Kim
Andy then took us to the hospital chapel where we would be teaching NRP. There were about 19 nurses, students, and a doctor all together, who attended the course. The nurses were very attentive and asked good questions. They were eager to learn and appreciated the hands on learning. We had 4 manikins for them to practice on. We had to emphasize that a baby only needs gentle stimulation if it is in distress after being born (ie- gently rubbing the babies back or flicking the soles of the feet).
The Liberian's believe that the African babies need more stimulation and therefore need to be hung upside down and smacked hard on their feet or back because they have a rough start being born in Africa. John and I trained MEG and GG on the basic steps of resuscitation the night before. The kids loved being there with us, learning alongside the staff.
After we finished our training we were invited to stay for dinner at Andy's living quarters. We had to walk through a jungle to get there. His house is about a hundred feet from the beach; must be rough! None of us brought our bathing suits to Liberia because we were told that the beaches were dirty, and they are in most areas. The beach that is a couple of blocks away from our house has trash and we have found some medical supplies like needles, IV tubing, and vials. Anyway, Andy's beach was very clean. Lawrence was so excited to be on the beach that he dove into the ocean with all his clothes on. The water is very warm! One of Andy's roommates swam with Lawrence and made sure that he was safe. The weather didn't stay nice for long. We made it inside the house just as the clouds began to dump their rain, and rain it did for the rest of the night. We had a nice dinner and then said our good-byes.
Michael, our friend came to pick us up in his friend's car. Of course he was an hour and a half late. The ride home was quite comical. It was raining so hard that we had to keep the windows rolled up. It didn't take long for seven people to fog up the windows and make it almost impossible to see anything outside. Not only were the windows fogged up, but the headlights were so dim that Michael had to use his hazard lights to see. You'll know how well this worked when to our amazement we found ourselves out in the middle of a field, and Michael asked us where the road went, Ha! Well, the fun didn't end here. After finding our way back to the road, Michael made a call to his friend asking him to trade out cars so that we would be in a safer one. We all got out of the car, in the pouring rain, grabbing all of our training materials and backpacks and scrambled into the other car. Once we were all settled, Michael looked over at us and said that the car wasn't working right, so out into the pouring rain once again and back into the original car. A guard was standing near by watching us crazy white people play musical cars. I'm sure he was quite entertained. Lucky for all of you reading this, we made it home safely so that I could blog about this fun day and share it with you.
Drenched~ Kim
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