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Saying Goodbye to Someone You Love
Death is a normal and inevitable part of everyone's life. Yet few of us are prepared to deal effectively with someone who is dying. Very often we are left feeling powerless and helpless. There is a sense that there is little we can do to make a difference during this time.
AIDS has caused many people to confront the issues of death and dying earlier than they ever expected to. A death from AIDS is especially tragic as it cuts people down in the prime of their life often before they've realized their hopes and dreams. This creates a very profound sadness.
Death is rarely easy. This is intended to help you through one of the most difficult parts of life, and help your loved one have a quality death.
The end of life is a time for trying to settle differences and for completing unfinished business. Spend time with your loved one whether crying, laughing or silently holding hands. These experiences will provide rich and beautiful memories.
It's not unusual to become aware of one's own mortality when someone we love is dying. Death destroys the illusion that we have "enough time." Use what time you have left to do things together you both enjoy, and to say the things that have been left unsaid between you.
Our illness or someone elses' can make us question the nature of life. We may become angry at God. It's okay. Remember, God is big enough to survive our anger.
Take stock of spiritual beliefs and strengthen them. God or whatever higher power we may believe in often is a source of comfort, healing and tranquility.
Everyone dies differently and as they need to. Some people die fighting, others have given up, and still others may die pretending they are not dying. Allow your loved ones to face their final moments as they wish to. Remember there is no right or wrong way to die.
Denying that you're dying is common. If this doesn't hurt anyone, don't try to take this away from the person who is dying. After all, what have you got to replace this denial with?
Many people die in character, often exactly how they lived. Not everyone can meet death in a noble or heroic way. There is integrity to dying in one's own way.
Understand that your loved one may fear dying, or even welcome it. Allow those feelings.
Dying can be very different from our expectations. Don't mold the reality of the moment into a romantic idea of what it should be. Despite how difficult it is, be there and remain real!
Someone who is dying may be very angry and striking out inappropriately at those who are closest to him or her. Understand this and try not to take it personally.
Though a normal part of life, death can sometimes look, sound and smell ugly. Prepare yourself and move on. Try not to let this interfere with the relationship you have with the person who is dying. Don't let the pain get in the way of your love and being there.
Dying people still have hope: of not suffering any more, of being remembered, of an afterlife. Support that hope. They may not have anything else at this time.
The dying have special needs. Sometimes they need to plan their own funerals or make other arrangements. Find out whether you could be helpful in carrying out these last wishes.
Sometimes a dying person needs to give away things that he or she has cherished in the hope of helping keep their memory alive.
Some people choose to die at home surrounded by those they love. Others prefer or are forced to die in hospitals or hospices.
What can you do for someone during their last weeks or days, their final moments? Tell him what he means to you, what you've learned from him. Tell her when you will think about her. Reminisce about the wonderful, funny or hard times you've shared.
Touch and hold him. Understand that all we have between people are moments; moments of loving, of sharing, of being close and being understood.
Dying is the final part of living. It may be the ultimate life crisis. It requires a special coping and adjusting. Just how do we say "good-bye" to a life of sharing and loving? Although our loved one is physically gone, our feelings don't go with them. This is the nature of grief.
Mourning often begins at the time of diagnosis and continues long after the person has died.
It is often common for the surviving spouse, lover or friends to feel relief following the death of a loved one. This is likely to be true if dying has been drawn out and difficult.
You may not believe death has really happened. Some people experience disbelieve and shock. It's not uncommon to want to deny that someone you've loved is gone.
The lack of grief following a death may be a warning sign that you may have alot of difficulty later on. This may be a way to deny that someone we loved has died. While we all use denial and it is normal and often useful, we must remember that the pain is still there, even if we're not feeling it.
You may notice others acting inappropriatly. Allow them to express their grief in their own way.
Grief is a process of healing that takes time. Learn to nurture yourself. Don't allow the pain to frighten you. The hurt can feel like a bottomless pit, but you do eventually feel better. To hurt from a loss is normal and okay.
You may feel life isn't worth living without the deceased. This is only a passing feeling, not an answer.
Intense weeping is one of the main expressions of grief. It is a release of feelings as well as a means of making contact with others during these painful moments. Crying can be healthy and cleansing. But not everyone is a crier, so don't try to force this if it is not a natural way for you to react.
While grieving, certain things may occur: shortness of breath, tightness in your throat, frequent sighing, sadness, fatigue, difficulty concentrating, loss of appetite, difficulty sleeping, loss of sex drive, thinking that you're hearing the voice of the deceased.
During this time it's not uncommon for some people to yearn to be reunited with their loved one. You may search for her in a crowded room or on the street; you may expect him to be home waiting for you; or you may call his name at night. You may actually imagine seeing her in places she used to frequent. Don't be alarmed, it's par for the course.
The traditional rituals of mourning such as wakes, funerals, burials, shiva, memorial services, cemetery stones, novenas, etc. can serve an important function. The ceremonies help make accepting the reality of death easier and provide an arena to share your grief. Don't deprive yourself of these rituals if they are meaningful to you.
Mourning is a way of saying goodbye. Don't avoid it. You need time for healing. Pictures, letters, and other pieces of the deceased's personal property can be helpful during this time. Use them to help get you through this period.
After someone's death it's not uncommon to need a vacation, get away or lie on a beach. Getting some space and distance can be very helpful and healing.
Rest and take care of yourself, but beware of isolating yourself from friends, family and the living.
Throughout it all, remember that others can help. This is not a time to be alone. You're entitled to all the help you can get.
A friend, family member, social worker, or a clergy person may be useful people to reach out to.
If your loved one died from AIDS inquire if a local AIDS service organization or hospital offers special bereavement groups for anyone who has lost someone to AIDS. Mourning needs to be completed in order for you to go on with your life.
The period of mourning immediately following a death is not the time to make any major decisions. Wait. If it is the correct thing to do, time will tell.
You may be angry without realizing it. Try not to turn the anger or rage against yourself. Let it out. It's okay. A truly horrible thing has just happened to you. The loss of a spouse, lover, child, parent or close friend is a real reason to be angry.
You may be very angry at the deceased for dying. This is normal.
Forgiveness plays an important part in grief. You may need to forgive him or her for dying and leaving you. You may need to forgive yourself for all the things you could have done or would have done differently.
Grieving is a way of letting go of what might have been or should have been. It is a time for making peace with the reality of the loss and for saying "good-bye."
A loved one's death can trigger old memories of other losses: a parent, a sibling, a divorce, being fired. These memories may make this time even more painful.
Realize you may also be mourning the dreams you had for the deceased. As a spouse or lover, it may be the house you planned to buy together or that special trip you never got to take. As a parent, it may be the hopes and dreams you had for your child.
It is especially difficult for a parent to have a child die. It is not part of the natural order of things for a parent to bury a child.
Birthdays, anniversaries and holidays following the death of a loved one may be especially painful. Go easy and don't isolate yourself during these times.
That special song can reawaken old feelings. Just acknowledge to yourself that although painful this is another normal aspect of grief. These feelings remind us that we are still alive.
After the initial shock and disbelief a period of feeling overwhelmed, confused, or not being able to organize may happen. The hardest time of all may be long after everyone else is gone. Life returns to what is was before, only your loved one has died. Be aware that the loss is settling in. You may feel empty inside.
You can not continue to live your life as if the deceased were still alive. This does not mean that you have to give up your loved one. The task is to find ways to let that person live on in your memory.
Try not to worry about "Am I grieving correctly?" You'll do it in your own style and at your own pace. There is no correct way to grieve.
Grieving a death from AIDS can be complicated because no sooner have you buried one close friend or a lover then you learn that someone else has been diagnosed. It is especially painful and difficult. It can leave you numb, burnt out, and feeling unable to complete mourning any one individual.
Don't deny your urges to exercise your faith, religion or spirituality. It may provide some needed comfort and answers.
A point of understanding and acceptance eventually occurs. Thinking continuously about what has happened and about your dead loved one does diminish over time. The intense feelings lessen, and memories become less painful. A renewed interest in other people and in life in general does occur.
Try to take better care of yourself now more than ever.
And remember, it's okay to survive the death of someone you love.
Edited by Philip G. Ryan
© 1989 Chelsea Psychotherapy Associates


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Today is FatherHood Friday over on dad-blogs. If you haven't yet joined dad-blogs, go do so here. It's a great community forum of Dad Bloggers, and a few Moms too. There are some great articles to educate, entertain and provoke conversation.
I am obviously not a father. I did however, have a father and am married to a man who is a father. So, I too have enough experience to speak about Fatherhood, from a viewpoint of Mom and Daughter.
As with Motherhood, Fatherhood is not not something that you are born knowing how to to do. Some parts of it come naturally, like the love you feel for your offspring. Other aspects, are things that you learn on the fly along the way. Mistakes are bound to be made and it is in learning from those mistakes and rectifying the aftermath of them that you grow into becoming a good father.
Let me give you an example of how Mr. Weasel grew and learned in the early weeks of fatherhood.
Our Eldest was only about 10 weeks old. We both loved her dearly. I was her main caretaker as a nursing SAHM. Mr. Weasel was involved mainly with cuddle duty, and lots of it there was. He would help in all areas that he could, like sterilizing pacifiers, going out to buy diapers, occasionally changing them and helping out at bath time. I took the bulk of hands on baby needs like feeding, diapers and dressing.
One weekend, friends of ours came to stay with us and visit. A great couple who had yet to jump off the cliff of parenthood. Saturday morning I took the opportunity to enjoy a long hot shower while I had 3 other seemingly competent adults to care for my baby girl while I indulged in this special treat. Over the past few weeks, all of my showers had been extremely rushed, as Eldest would cry the second I started running the water.
I had only been enjoying the steamy hot water running over my tired back for about 2 minutes when I heard a blood curdling scream from the living room. Within 10 seconds the bathroom door came flying open and Mr. Weasel jumps into My shower fully clothed and screaming as he pushed his way under the shower head.
As soon as he is able to speak, he yells "she shit on me!!!!!! I was changing her diaper on the couch and she shit on me!!!!! It's all over everywhere!!!!". "Where is she?" is my first question. "She's still on the couch". "You left her on the couch? To roll off and fall??????" was all I could care about.
I grabbed my robe and rushed to the living room, where I find our dear friends had finished diapering her and picked her up to safety. I found 1 tiny tiny smudge of baby poo on the blanket that she had been laying on for her diaper change. Furious, I storm back into the bathroom to rant at Mr. Weasel for taking care of himself before his daughter, leaving her endangered on the couch and taking away my one small luxury of a hot peaceful shower.
Once he had the opportunity to reevaluate his actions, via his wife and the mother of his child spelling out for him everything he had done wrong (I'm helpful like that) in no uncertain terms. Mr. Weasel realized the errors of his ways and how he should handle this situation differently in the future.
This was both a learning and growing experience for him as a father. I can't say that I never had another shower that was abruptly interrupted, but it was never again with this circumstance.
From then on, he brought poop laden child to hand to me in the shower.
Baby steps.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Baby Steps
30 comments:
- Daddy Files said...
I screamed like a little girl with a skinned knee the first time I was pooped on. Even though I wanted to run from the room, I held it together long enough to finish the diaper change and pass him off to mom before I began scrubbing my hands like Jack Nicholson in As Good As It Gets.
- February 27, 2009 at 7:15 AM
- Joeprah said...
LMAO! That is bush league. Getting shit on literally is to be expected--I mean seriously. I can't believe he charged in the shower like that--too funny.
- February 27, 2009 at 9:24 AM
- Tara R. said...
Bwahahah! That is priceless... and I dare say every mom has a similar story.
- February 27, 2009 at 9:33 AM
- New-Dad-Blog said...
I just recently been shat on. . .Stayed tuned to my blog for that gem of a story.
I feel your pain Mr. Weasel!
- February 27, 2009 at 9:55 AM
- Isabella said...
LOL. Great post. :)
It's funny to look back and compare the then and now.
Then: my husband screeches from the other room that the baby got poop all over and he needs HELP. RIGHT. NOW.
Now: After I mosey into the baby's room to see what's keeping them, the husband glances over and says "hey, can you watch her while I get this poop off me? Oh, and what should we do for lunch?"
- February 27, 2009 at 11:13 AM
- ShankRabbit said...
Oh man... classic! What a great story!
I remember the first time I got shit on. I had a similar feeling, although it ended up with me turning into a little 5 year old screaming, "Moooooooooooommmmm!"
- February 27, 2009 at 11:36 AM
- PJ Mullen said...
I've easily changed 75% of my son's diapers since he was born and the poop never bothered me. What did bother me, however, was when he was maybe three weeks old and his little soldier misfired - right into my eye. At that point in our lives we both got up whenever he started crying and one would get him while the other prepared the changing materials. This time I laid down on the bed next to him (we were in our room and he was still in his basinette) to keep from rolling away when BAM, right in the eye. Wasn't the first time I was christened, but was easily the one that got me riled up!
- February 27, 2009 at 12:02 PM
- seashore subjects said...
Good thing boy came 2nd, so there was some experience before introduction to the baby fountain!
- February 27, 2009 at 12:29 PM
- ciara said...
so funny how wimpy dads get when they get shit on. lol
tara-only difference is we continue on diapering our babes, THEN we worry about cleaning ourselves. we also don't scream like a little girl, despite the fact that we are female. lol
the jumping in the shower fully clothed thing kills me lol
- February 27, 2009 at 12:42 PM
- Tom said...
Your friends got a good lesson in what's ahead as well, so it wasn't all for nothing. That, and babies bounce pretty good.
- February 27, 2009 at 1:33 PM
- Laura said...
I love it!!
I was blessed that hubby had tons of experience from his many, many nieces & nephews (the baby I carry will be the 26th grandchild on his side), but to this day he'll ask for "help with this mess" & I'll wonder aloud what he thinks I would do if he were at work or out of town??
Thanks for the great laugh!!!
- February 27, 2009 at 2:01 PM
- Craig said...
Bring back the memories. I remember being blasted by one of our little ones. I was standing in front of our entertainment center and we found bits and pieces for months.
- February 27, 2009 at 2:01 PM
- de-I said...
Learning to be a Father is like learning to ride a bramha bull.
- February 27, 2009 at 2:02 PM
- terri said...
I love how you showed Mr. W the error of his ways. "I'm helpful like that.." I was helpful like that too!
Men are such wussies sometimes.
- February 27, 2009 at 4:40 PM
- Geno said...
I remember being more startled than disgusted the first time I was pooped on. I just didn't expect it! Baby bums are like fully loaded cannons! No warning whatsoever!
Coincidentally, the first time I got pooped on was the first time I got peed on. Up until that moment, my reflexes were well tuned. I took my eye off of my son's appendage for one second to assess poop damage and WAMMO! Pee all over! I couldn't help but laugh out loud (did I mention it was 4am and I was delirious!?)
- February 27, 2009 at 10:05 PM
- Mrs4444 said...
Can't say that I've ever had the pleasure of being shat upon, though I was peed on a couple of times by Kyle (before I learned to throw a cloth over him when changing him. What a great story :)
- February 27, 2009 at 10:12 PM
- KWG said...
Hilarious. How long did it take him as a child to get potty trained?
The poop and pee never bothered me in the beginning (and still doesn't).
My deal is the cutting of the nails. Scared to do it. Can't do it. Refuse to do it.
Don't ever ask me to do it. Please.
- February 28, 2009 at 6:02 AM
- Mocha Dad said...
Baby poop is extremely toxic and hazardous to a dad's health. He reacted the way any dad would have.
- February 28, 2009 at 11:41 AM
Too awesome! I still get it every now and again for putting my baby girl in the sink and using the spray nozzle to hose her down. I didn't interrupt Mommy, though.
- February 28, 2009 at 3:48 PM
- peteej said...
Before kids, the idea of poo or slobber on me from some germ carrier was unheard of. After kids: When being puked on, I look at it and comment on what they had for lunch. I might clean it off before getting back to eating a sandwich.
- February 28, 2009 at 6:36 PM
- Michelle said...
Oh I love it! Poor Dadddy ;)
I still can't believe I was never christened by Mister Man in all my diaper changing of him, but my husband was. Three times.
Glad you know when to give. There's only so much a man can learn at a time, right? Hopefully by the time you got to youngest is was old hat, right?
- February 28, 2009 at 8:33 PM
- Bad Momma said...
LMAO. Baby steps. We always changed our boys in the bathroom. Didn't get pooped on but got peed on quite a bit.
- March 1, 2009 at 8:59 AM
now that was freakin funny. i can almost picture him freakin out and running in there screaming. almost.
- March 1, 2009 at 3:09 PM
- Bella Daddy said...
LMAO LMAO LMAO! Ah, the memories....Damn I got a good laugh (and deja vou) outta this one!
- March 1, 2009 at 4:26 PM
- 'cuz I'm the mommy, that's why! said...
Hubs is great with diapers "What's that on my hand? Oh, just poo". Just don't let it be baby barf (or my personal favorite, big-kid-can't-hit-the-garbage-pail barf).
Good times, good times...
- March 1, 2009 at 9:41 PM
- Vodka Mom said...
omg. LOL!! I am going to NOT say anything that might offend any of the stupid dads out there. ALL of them.
- March 2, 2009 at 3:47 AM
- Cheffie-Mom said...
ROFL! Great post. Memories are rushing back from when mine were in diapers. (:
- March 2, 2009 at 9:00 AM
- Momo Fali said...
The first time my son projectile pooped I instinctively turned his body in one quick sweep, almost throwing him off the changing table in the process. And, he was my second child. Poop is scary.
- March 2, 2009 at 3:31 PM
- texasholly said...
Ha! Loved it. I was the one who let my eldest get bounced off the couch about that age. I then had to call my hubby who is a doctor and tell him what I did while he screamed at me over the phone to NOT LET THE BABY SLEEP UNTIL HE GOT HOME TO EVALUATE HIM. Holy crap. That might have been a tad bit stressful.
Alls well that ends well. He is OK, a little grumpy, but fine - and I am referring to both my eldest and my husband.
- March 2, 2009 at 6:28 PM
- Colleen - Mommy Always Wins said...
HA HA HA! Poor little girl!
I hope when your daughter shows signs of any mis-behavior you point out it could possibly be caused by the trauma she experienced on that long-ago day. ;-)
- March 3, 2009 at 7:20 AM

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Barnes Discusses Life with his 'Dog Guides'• March 17, 2011 Share:
Dr. James Barnes, a Wabash College professor emeritus of history, delivered Thursday's Chapel Talk. Barnes took the opportunity to talk about dog guides, how they're trained, and how he works with his trained seeing-eye-dog.
"What It Means to Guide Someone" was the title of Barnes talk. And all the time at the podium Barnes' current guide dog "Rex" was at his feet. Barnes was quick to point out that "Rex" was not the dog's real name but he didn't want to use that and cause any confusion should someone speak to the dog when it's doing its job helping the Rhodes Scholar and author across campus.
Barnes talked about the history of guide dogs and how they're trained. He is currently on his sixth service dog and noted his current best friend is now 11 years old.
He detailed the challenges of getting a dog trained from puppy to service dog and that many schools now breed their own animals for quality control.
He answered probably many people's unasked question, 'Why a dog instead of a cane?'
"First, I tend to walk faster with a dog and I would with a cane. A dog will take you around obstacles, it's more efficient. "
He said to use a dog you have to love them, enjoy their company, and that you really come to depend on them "quite a deal."
"It's a lifetime commitment for the dog and a wonderful relationship for man and beast. And it's fun."
He noted his dog's age and said he knows he may have to move one day in the near future to retire "Rex." "But it's wonderful to have the knowledge I can go back to the seeing-eye-dog school and get a new one."
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Reading 1: Free Frank McWorter
The story of New Philadelphia begins with its founder, a formerly enslaved African American named Free Frank McWorter, and his quest for freedom.
Like other enslaved individuals, Frank was called only by his first name when he was born in 1777 in the foothills of South Carolina's Blue Ridge Mountains near the Pacolet River. Frank's mother Juda was a young enslaved woman from Africa and it is believed that Juda's Scotch-Irish owner, George McWhorter, was Frank's father. In 1795, while still enslaved, Frank and his owner left South Carolina for the rolling hill and cave region of Kentucky's Pennyroyal Frontier. It was here that Frank met and married Lucy, enslaved on a neighboring farm. Slave marriages were not legally recognized, but Frank and Lucy became man and wife without ceremony in 1799, a union that lasted fifty-five years.
Life on the frontier was focused on survival. That meant clearing land, building dwellings and other structures, and planting crops to transform a wilderness into productive farmland. Shortages of labor on the frontier and the determination of slave owners to make as much money as possible from their human possessions allowed some enslaved individuals to earn cash by hiring out their time to other settlers. Owners profited because they collected a portion of the earnings. Employers benefited because they paid enslaved laborers less than free laborers. Frank's earnings provided seed money toward his goal: to buy himself and his family out of bondage one by one, as he accumulated enough funds.
A resourceful man, Frank supplemented his earnings by producing saltpeter. Saltpeter was used to manufacture gunpowder, a crucial element in frontier living. It was even more in demand once the War of 1812 began. Kentucky's Pennyroyal caves were rich with crude niter, saltpeter's main component. Frank worked on his owner's farm from sun-up to sundown. He mined crude niter and processed the material into saltpeter at night and on days off.
Frank became "Free Frank" after he purchased his freedom in 1819; he had purchased his wife Lucy's freedom two years earlier. Their son, Squire, born when Lucy was free, was free from birth. Free Frank's status as a freed man entitled him to some basic rights under the United States Constitution, including the right to own property. Property ownership represented economic security and opportunity to free African Americans. It validated citizenship and strengthened their position in legal transactions. Free Frank used his hard earned money well. In addition to buying freedom, he purchased land in Kentucky.
Increased prejudice against African Americans and competition with the growing number of European-American immigrants may have been among the factors that motivated Free Frank to move away from the slave state of Kentucky. In addition, his earning power was diminished in 1829 when he traded his lucrative saltpeter production operation for his son Frank's freedom. Young Frank had run away as a fugitive slave to Canada. Through his father's resourcefulness, he returned to his family in the United States as a free man.
Aware of Free Frank's interest in moving to a free state, local physician Dr. Galen Elliott sold him a piece of land on the Military Tract in Illinois. The federal government had created this large tract, located between the Mississippi and Illinois rivers, primarily to rewarded veterans for their military service. Land ownership allowed Free Frank to circumvent Illinois' Black Code, which required formerly enslaved individuals moving to the state to post a $1,000 bond.
In 1830, after a year of preparation, Free Frank; his wife Lucy; his son Frank; and his free-born children Squire, Commodore, and Lucy Ann loaded their wagons and left Kentucky behind to begin a new life on the Illinois frontier. Three additional children and several grandchildren born into slavery remained behind. Free Frank promised that he would return to secure their freedom as soon as he accumulated enough money. The journey to Illinois was dangerous. The family risked capture by the slave catchers who were continually on the prowl and unscrupulously stole or destroyed freedom papers. Without this documentation, freedmen and women could be sold back into bondage.
Free Frank and his family saw their new land for the first time in the spring of 1831. According to maps of the time, Free Frank set up his farm at the edge of a stand of trees, near a spring and running creek in Hadley Township, Pike County, Illinois, about 20 miles from the Mississippi River.
Once a rudimentary farmstead was set up, Free Frank and his family set about planting and harvesting crops. They also joined and became active members of the local Baptist church. By their second year in Illinois, Free Frank and his family farmed about 80 acres of their land using implements and livestock brought from Kentucky. Their cash crops included oats, barley, potatoes, and flax, as well as livestock, such as cattle, horses, and hogs. Like many women on the Illinois frontier, Lucy contributed to her family's earnings by making butter and cheese, collecting honey, and raising poultry.
By 1835 Free Frank had set aside enough money to buy his son Solomon out of slavery. Securing Solomon's freedom meant a return to Kentucky and once again facing the threat of capture by slave hunters. It was a risk Free Frank undertook several times as he earned the funds to purchase additional family members. Free Frank and his family also used their money to purchase a neighboring 80-acre tract of Military Land directly from the United States Government. It was on a portion of that land that Free Frank laid out New Philadelphia in 1836.
In 1837, Free Frank petitioned the Illinois General Assembly to take the legal last name of McWorter, a variation of his former owner's surname. That technicality would protect his real estate holdings and entitle him to other legal privileges. The petition noted that Free Frank intended to devote the proceeds of his land sales to purchase freedom for family members still bound by slavery in Kentucky. Fourteen white Pike County citizens attested to Free Frank's good character.
By the time of his death in 1854, Frank McWorter had purchased freedom for all four of his seven children born in slavery, his daughter-in-law Louisa, and two enslaved grandchildren, in addition to himself and his wife Lucy. In addition, he directed his descendents to purchase the freedom of additional grandchildren and great-grandchildren after his death. All told, Frank McWorter bought the freedom of 16 enslaved individuals at a cost of $14,000, a sum equal to hundreds of thousands of dollars in today's currency. His legacy also included a bustling town whose population grew even larger after his death. Frank McWorter, along with Lucy and his children, lie buried in the black cemetery about a half mile east of the site of New Philadelphia. In addition to the townsite, Frank McWorter's gravesite also is listed in the National Register of Historic Places.
Questions for Reading 1
1. How did Frank earn the money to buy his freedom and that of his wife?
2. Why did owners allow slaves to hire out their time to other settlers?
3. Why are some of the reasons why Free Frank might have wanted to leave Kentucky?
4. What advantages did Frank gain by owning property?
5. How difficult do you think it would have been for Frank to collect $14,000 in cash on the Illinois frontier? How would you go about earning the equivalent among of money today for such an important purpose?
Reading 1 is based on Juliet E. K. Walker, Free Frank: A Black Pioneer on the Antebellum Frontier (Lexington: University of Kentucky Press, 1983; 1995 reissue edition); the Historical Landscapes of New Philadelphia, Illinois website at the University of Illinois, Urbana-Champaign; Grace Matteson, "Free Frank" McWorter and the "Ghost Town" of New Philadelphia, Pike County, Illinois (Pittsfield, IL: Pike County Historical Society, 1964); Bruce Tomlinson, "Slave Founded Pike Village," Quincy [Illinois] Herald-Whig, May 29, 1977; Tamara Browning, "Preserving a Legacy of Freedom" [Springfield, Illinois] State Journal Register, February 10, 2002; Paul A. Shackel, Terrance J. Martin, Joy D. Beasley and Tom Gwaltney, "Rediscovering New Philadelphia: Race and Racism on the Illinois Frontier," Illinois Antiquity (March 2004); Michelle Huttes, "New Philadelphia Town Site" (Pike County, Illinois) National Register of Historic Places Registration Form (Washington, DC: Department of the Interior, 2005).


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Happy Father's Day!!! I thought this might be a fitting post since so many men just love their TVs.
At the Broadcast Education Association conference held every year in April in Las Vegas, I sat in on a session with Dr. Brian Pauling, The New Zealand Broadcasting School. Dr. Pauling says that "TV is dead, it just won't lie down."
Afterwards, I asked him about his talk and a few other questions about his predictions for the future. Sorry, the interview just cuts at the end.


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Lord Malloch-Brown, former UN Deputy Secretary-General, and Sir Patrick Stewart, actor and UNA-UK patron, were among the high-level speakers who took part in UNA-UK's sold-out UN Forum event on Saturday 14 July 2012.
After opening remarks by Chairman of UNA-UK, Sir Jeremy Greenstock, the Forum began with a session on The Olympic Truce, which was introduced by Lord Michael Bates who had set out on Good Friday 2011 on a 3,000 mile solo walk from Olympia in Greece to Westminster in London in order to highlight the opportunity for action for peace presented by the UN Resolution declaring the London 2012 Olympic Truce.
The conclusion from the first session was that although sport can transcend war and change the world, it can also be divisive. Honey Thaljieh, founder of the first Palestinian women's national football team, said that sport gives us the chance to implement change - on the pitch we are all equal. For her, football is a language that unites us all. It can empower women, promote peace and give you freedom, both physically and mentally.
After three parallel sessions following lunch, focusing on population, disarmament and UN careers, there was a keynote speech from Mark Malloch-Brown, former Deputy Secretary-General of the UN, who concluded that in the current international governance crisis, the United Nations was "strangely robust" and was well-served by being a small organization (in budgetary terms) with a big vision.
Following the key-note speech, the audience was treated to an unexpected appearance by the first UNA-UK patron, Patrick Stewart, whose father had told him that he believed that the most significant and lasting victory of WWII was the creation of the United Nations, and he himself believed that the need for the UN was as great today as it had been in 1945.
The event ended with a session on universal human rights, during which, Afsane Bassir-Pour, Director of the UN Information Centre in Brussels, concluded that if human rights were not granted, people would come out onto the streets to claim them.
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Now, sitting by her side, worn out with weeping,
Behold, I fell to sleep, and had a vision,
Wherein I heard a wondrous Voice intoning:
Crying aloud, 'The Master on His throne
Openeth now the seventh seal of wonder,
And beckoneth back the angel men name Death.
And at His feet the mighty Angel kneeleth,
Breathing not; and the Lord doth look upon him,
Saying, 'Thy wanderings on earth are ended.'
And lo! the mighty Shadow sitteth idle
Even at the silver gates of heaven,
Drowsily looking in on quiet waters,
And puts his silence among men no longer.
. . . . .
The world was very quiet. Men in traffic
Cast looks over their shoulders; pallid seamen
Shivered to walk upon the decks alone;
And women barred their doors with bars of iron,
In the silence of the night; and at the sunrise
Trembled behind the husbandmen afield.
I could not see a kirkyard near or far;
I thirsted for a green grave, and my vision
Was weary for the white gleam of a tombstone
But hearkening dumbly, ever and anon
I heard a cry out of a human dwelling,
And felt the cold wind of a lost one's going.
One struck a brother fiercely, and he fell,
And faded in a darkness; and that other
Tore his hair, and was afraid, and could not perish.
One struck his aged mother on the mouth,
And she vanished with a gray grief from his hearthstone.
One melted from her bairn, and on the ground
With sweet unconscious eyes the bairn lay smiling.
And many made a weeping among mountains,
And hid themselves in caverns, and were drunken.
I heard a voice from out the beauteous earth,
Whose side rolled up from winter into summer,
Crying, 'I am grievous for my children.'
I heard a voice from out the hoary ocean,
Crying, 'Burial in the breast of me were better,
Yea, burial in the salt flags and green crystals.'
I heard a voice from out the hollow ether,
Saying, 'The thing ye cursed hath been abolished —
Corruption, and decay, and dissolution!'
And the world shrieked, and the summertime was bitter,
And men and women feared the air behind them;
And for lack of its green graves the world was hateful.
. . . . . .
Now at the bottom of a snowy mountain
I came upon a woman thin with sorrow,
Whose voice was like the crying of a seagull.
Saying, 'O Angel of the Lord, come hither,
And bring me him I seek for on thy bosom,
That I may close his eyelids and embrace him.
'I curse thee that I cannot look upon him!
I curse thee that I know not he is sleeping!
Yet know that he has vanished upon God!
'I laid my little girl upon a wood-bier,
And very sweet she seemed, and near unto me;
And slipping flowers into her shroud was comfort.
'I put my silver mother in the darkness,
And kissed her, and was solaced by her kisses,
And set a stone, to mark the place, above her.
'And green, green were their quiet sleeping-places,
So green that it was pleasant to remember
That I and my tall man would sleep beside them.
'The closing of dead eyelids is not dreadful,
For comfort comes upon us when we close them,
And tears fall, and our sorrow grows familiar;
'And we can sit above them where they slumber,
And spin a dreamy pain into a sweetness,
And know indeed that we are very near them.
'But to reach out empty arms is surely dreadful,
And to feel the hollow empty world is awful,
And bitter grow the silence and the distance.
'There is no space for grieving or for weeping;
No touch, no cold, no agony to strive with,
And nothing but a horror and a blankness!'
. . . . . .
Now behold I saw a woman in a mud-hut
Raking the white spent embers with her fingers,
And fouling her bright hair with the white ashes.
Her mouth was very bitter with the ashes;
Her eyes with dust were blinded; and her sorrow
Sobbed in the throat of her like gurgling water.
And all around the voiceless hills were hoary,
But red light scorched their edges; and above her
There was a soundless trouble of the vapours.
'Whither, and O whither,' said the woman,
'O Spirit of the Lord, hast Thou conveyed them,
My little ones, my little son and daughter?
'For, lo! we wandered forth at early morning,
And winds were blowing round us, and their mouths
Blew rose-buds to the rose-buds, and their eyes
'Looked violets at the violets, and their hair
Made sunshine in the sunshine, and their passing
Left a pleasure in the dewy leaves behind them;
'And suddenly my little son looked upward,
And his eyes were dried like dew-drops; and his going
Was like a blow of fire upon my face.
'And my little son was gone. My little daughter
Looked round me for him, clinging to my vesture;
But the Lord had drawn him from me, and I knew it
'By the sign He gives the stricken, that the lost one
Lingers nowhere on the earth, on hill or valley,
Neither underneath the grasses nor the tree-roots.
'And my shriek was like the splitting of an ice-reef,
And I sank among my hair, and all my palm
Was moist and warm where the little hand had filled it.
'Then I fled and sought him wildly, hither and thither —
Though I knew that he was stricken from me wholly
By the token that the Spirit gives the stricken.
'I sought him in the sunlight and the starlight,
I sought him in great forests, and in waters
Where I saw mine own pale image looking at me.
'And I forgot my little bright-haired daughter,
Though her voice was like a wild-bird's far behind me,
Till the voice ceased, and the universe was silent.
'And stilly, in the starlight, came I backward
To the forest where I missed him; and no voices
Brake the stillness as I stooped down in the starlight,
'And saw two little shoes filled up with dew,
And no mark of little footsteps any farther,
And knew my little daughter had gone also.'
. . . . . .
But beasts died; yea, the cattle in the yoke,
The milk-cow in the meadow, and the sheep,
And the dog upon the doorstep: and men envied.
And birds died; yea, the eagle at the sungate,
The swan upon the waters, and the farm-fowl,
And the swallows on the housetops: and men envied.
And reptiles; yea, the toad upon the roadside,
The slimy, speckled snake among the grass,
The lizard on the ruin: and men envied.
The dog in lonely places cried not over
The body of his master; but it missed him
And whined into the air, and died, and rotted.
The traveller's horse lay swollen in the pathway,
And the blue fly fed upon it; but no traveller
Was there; nay, not his footprint on the ground.
The cat mewed in the midnight, and the blind
Gave a rustle, and the lamp burnt blue and faint,
And the father's bed was empty in the morning.
The mother fell to sleep beside the cradle,
Rocking it, while she slumbered, with her foot,
And wakened, — and the cradle there was empty.
I saw a two-years' child, and he was playing;
And he found a dead white bird upon the doorway,
And laughed, and ran to show it to his mother.
The mother moaned, and clutched him, and was bitter,
And flung the dead white bird across the threshold;
And another white bird flitted round and round it,
And uttered a sharp cry, and twittered and twittered,
And lit beside its dead mate, and grew busy,
Strewing it over with green leaves and yellow.
So far, so far to seek for were the limits
Of affliction; and men's terror grew a homeless
Terror, yea, and a fatal sense of blankness.
There was no little token of distraction,
There was no visible presence of bereavement,
Such as the mourner easeth out his heart on.
There was no comfort in the slow farewell,
Nor gentle shutting of belovÎd eyes,
Nor beautiful broodings over sleeping features.
There were no kisses on familiar faces,
No weaving of white grave-clothes, no last pondering
Over the still wax cheeks and folded fingers.
There was no putting tokens under pillows,
There was no dreadful beauty slowly fading,
Fading like moonlight softly into darkness.
There were no churchyard paths to walk on, thinking
How near the well-beloved ones are lying.
There were no sweet green graves to sit and muse on,
Till grief should grow a summer meditation,
The shadow of the passing of an angel,
And sleeping should seem easy, and not cruel.
Nothing but wondrous parting and a blankness.
. . . . . .
But I awoke, and, lo! the burthen was uplifted,
And I prayed within the chamber where she slumbered,
And my tears flowed fast and free, but were not bitter.
I eased my heart three days by watching near her,
And made her pillow sweet with scent and flowers,
And could bear at last to put her in the darkness.
And I heard the kirk-bells ringing very slowly,
And the priests were in their vestments, and the earth
Dripped awful on the hard wood, yet I bore it.
And I cried, 'O unseen Sender of Corruption,
I bless Thee for the wonder of Thy mercy,
Which softeneth the mystery and the parting.
'I bless Thee for the change and for the comfort,
The bloomless face, shut eyes, and waxen fingers, —
For Sleeping, and for Silence, and Corruption.'
(From 'Songs Of Corruption' from The Book of Orm, 1870.)
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The Medicine Buddha Mantra is held to be extremely powerful for healing of physical illnesses and purification of negative karma. One form of practice based on the Medicine Buddha is done when one is stricken by disease. The patient is to recite the long Medicine Buddha mantra 108 times over a glass of water. The water is now believed to be blessed by the power of the mantra and the blessing of the Medicine Buddha himself, and the patient is to drink the water. This practice is then repeated each day until the illness is cured.
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U.S. Permanent Resident Application Overview
(Family Class Immigration Visa, Green Card Application)
A lawful permanent resident (immigrant) is a foreign national who has been granted the privilege of permanently living and working in the United States of America. A Lawful Permanent Resident is commonly known as a "Green Card Holder".
If you are a citizen of the United States or a lawful permanent resident in the United States, you can apply for a relative(spouse, parents, children, brothers and sisters) to become a lawful permanent resident. You must go through a multi-step process, this process is often referred as "Immigration Visa Application" or "Green Card Application".
The Procedure:
First, you must file an immigrant visa petition for your relative, such as your parents, children and siblings. The petition must be approved by the immigration government agency of the United States.
Second, the Department of State must determine if an immigrant visa number is immediately available to your relative, the foreign national, even if she or he is already in the United States. When an immigrant visa number becomes immediately available to your relative, it means that she or he can apply to have one of the immigrant visa numbers assigned to her or him.
Third, if your relative is already in the United States, she or he may apply to change her or his status to that of a lawful permanent resident after a visa number becomes available. This is one way your relative can apply to secure an immigrant visa number. If your relative is outside the United States when an immigrant visa number becomes available, your relative must then go to the U.S. consulate servicing the area to complete the processing. This is the other way in which your relative can apply to secure an immigrant visa number.
Next Step: Eligibility to Apply
To find out if you are eligible to sponsor a relative to become a permanent resident, please refer to the section Are You Eligible to Apply. You can determine if you can apply for your family members for immigration.
If you are sure that you can apply for your family member(s) to immigration to the United States, you can choose one of the following application kits directly:
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Bring your spouse(wife or husband) to live and work in the United States.
2. Immigration for Parents Application Kit
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text: Heard County, its territories taken from Carroll, Coweta and Troup counties in 1830, remembers Stephen Heard, a relentless patriot during the Revolutionary War and at one time an acting governor of Georgia. When Tories captured the new state capital at Augusta, Heard moved the government and its documents to Heard's Fort. Eventually, Tories captured Heard and condemned him for sedition, but, as one Georgia legend has it, Heard hid in a laundry basket and, with assistance from a family servant, escaped jail. The county seat, Franklin, is named for Benjamin Franklin.


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EDU351 Language Development
Language and communication disorders of students with special needs are investigated. Topics include normal language acquisition, language development of exceptional children, language problems and deficits, implications of language disorders and delays for learning, assessment, instructional strategies, and treatment.
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4 March 2012: An update.
Friday, February 3, 2012
Remembering Miss Newey
4 March 2012: An update.
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That would be amazing, good on you all for trying. I was under the impression there was a fifty percent chance it had been dismantled for scrap or just completely destroyed by now...good to hear it wasn't and there is still a chance to save it.ReplyDelete
We're crossing fingers ...ReplyDelete
Any news on this?ReplyDelete
Council never moved, the Henderson-Massey Local Board never moved, and there's been no real support from the West Auckland Historical Society. As far as I know, we've lost.ReplyDelete
Well, that sucks big time.ReplyDelete
Yep. Totally agree. Wouldn't have all this wall-of-silence thing, no reports from officers, no acknowledgements and replies, from the Whau Local Board, I'll tell you that. Avondale-New Lynn get in behind stuff. I'm not impressed.ReplyDelete
I honestly can't understand it. Firstly, can we confirm for sure that is still sitting around in Hobsonville out in one piece? If it's been scrapped then there's no point writing to anyone about it.ReplyDelete
Last I heard a week or so ago it was -- the removals guy a bit annoyed that no one had got back to him. It'll probably just be sold or broken up.ReplyDelete
Whom would be the most effective person/body to write to in your opinion?ReplyDelete