hi Moll, Well, you should know this is Brenda, I've tried multiple times to 'register' but it doesn't like me thus I've come over to your parents home to 'comment.'
I love your log, I'm right there with you . . . I see the colors, the red dusty earth, the people walking down the sides of the road, smells of food, I see-feel it all over again! I'm so excited when I read your blog. I wish I were there with you.
In one of your recent postings about the African woman taking more male-oriented jobs like herding, it made me think of the war efforts here in the states when the men were enlisting (WWII) and the woman began leaving the home to take more industrial jobs, 'men's work! Remember "Rosie the Riviter!" If not, check it out. Interesting parallel.
So love, I'm going to watch a movie with your family and maybe knit, but I want you to know I'm there with you, in heart. Love U
What a great writer you are, and so insightful and compassionate. I was moved by your description of Mama Kenya and her complicated life and marriage. I am sure she appreciates your sweet loving personality and your sensitivity and humor (as do we all).
Well, dahlink, you are well prepared for this trip, with all your studies and reading. You have a rich understanding of the gender politics, global economy, and the way it all affects the daily lives of ordinary people in the cities.
Speaking of local politics, we went to Copia in Napa yesterday and met Al Gore who was speaking at a fund raiser for Obama. 38 days left and I hope you and your friends have all filled out absentee ballots and are planning to vote since the alternative is terrifying!
I miss our bike rides and long chats about your papers and your life.
Happy New Year, Mollitchky! A sweet and happy year to you. All my love, Susan
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Every time I read one of your blogs, I am already anticipating the next one.
Keep em coming.
Love them, love you
NeNe
hi Moll,
Well, you should know this is Brenda, I've tried multiple times to 'register' but it doesn't like me thus I've come over to your parents home to 'comment.'
I love your log, I'm right there with you . . . I see the colors, the red dusty earth, the people walking down the sides of the road, smells of food, I see-feel it all over again! I'm so excited when I read your blog. I wish I were there with you.
In one of your recent postings about the African woman taking more male-oriented jobs like herding, it made me think of the war efforts here in the states when the men were enlisting (WWII) and the woman began leaving the home to take more industrial jobs, 'men's work! Remember "Rosie the Riviter!" If not, check it out. Interesting parallel.
So love, I'm going to watch a movie with your family and maybe knit, but I want you to know I'm there with you, in heart. Love U
What a great writer you are, and so insightful and compassionate. I was moved by your description of Mama Kenya and her complicated life and marriage. I am sure she appreciates your sweet loving personality and your sensitivity and humor (as do we all).
Well, dahlink, you are well prepared for this trip, with all your studies and reading. You have a rich understanding of the gender politics, global economy, and the way it all affects the daily lives of ordinary people in the cities.
Speaking of local politics, we went to Copia in Napa yesterday and met Al Gore who was speaking at a fund raiser for Obama. 38 days left and I hope you and your friends have all filled out absentee ballots and are planning to vote since the alternative is terrifying!
I miss our bike rides and long chats about your papers and your life.
Happy New Year, Mollitchky! A sweet and happy year to you.
All my love,
Susan
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