Sunday, November 30, 2008
Walking into Germany.
On the German border, May 8, 1985!
Crossing into Germany?
I need help on this picture, Andy and Mary but where? Budapest?
This is in Budapest but why does Debbi look like she is not sure? 
Not sure of location, can you help? On top of some mountain!
Where are we?
Andy and Mary and it must be cold!
In the ice cave?
Adele and Kevin in Paris, I think. Just before our big meeting with the French Govt. where Kevin broke the chair! Banner and Solange
The banner I made for Europe or was it for Geneve?
At Solange's French hideaway, Biederthal?
Her lovely neice!
Not sure, need help on this one.Sunday, November 16, 2008
Greetings to all
Hi everyone,
Perhaps I have been a bit inspired by recent events to try and put something together after all these years on the experience of the "Walk of the People" and try to draw out of it something that have meaning for others. I have always found that when I have told the stories of the walk to strangers, the comments have often been, "you should write a book." Kevin did but I think that there is more to the story than what able to be told in Kevin's book. For that I think we should have the perspectives of others and that is what I would like to see with this project. I think that if we try to go beyond our personal perspectives there would be many stories to be told. Therefore, I would love to hear about personal perspectives as well as personal tales or stories. If you want to pass this on to others, feel free and I welcome your participation. Perhaps we shall have many other walk stories told.
Recently, I read in the local paper about a group walking throughout Connecticut on a walk for justice, particualrly economic justice. This was more of a faith-based group coming from a ministry in New London. They were walking through my region and I decided to find them and bring my oldest son for about an hour or so of walking. I had to do a lot of convincing to get my 10 year old son, Andrew, to come and join me but he finally relented and we drove to where we thought the walkers were going to be and found them. They did not carry a banner and were merely walking along the side of a road. Mostly elderly folk, I nonetheless immediately began to fall into old habits of times long past, that being, waving to every car that drove past this smalll group. They were not even doing this and I thought how would people know of the purpose of the walk. One of the walkers struck up a conversation with my son about his interests, and they chatted amiably about his interests. It flet good to be on the road and this took place about one week prior to the eletion. That alone made me feel empowered, and I thought of how this country was on the verge of change at that time. Well, we walked for an hour and yes my feet hurt when we stopped. Just like old times. Let me know what you think, share some thoughts, or post some pictures. Love to see what develops.
Perhaps I have been a bit inspired by recent events to try and put something together after all these years on the experience of the "Walk of the People" and try to draw out of it something that have meaning for others. I have always found that when I have told the stories of the walk to strangers, the comments have often been, "you should write a book." Kevin did but I think that there is more to the story than what able to be told in Kevin's book. For that I think we should have the perspectives of others and that is what I would like to see with this project. I think that if we try to go beyond our personal perspectives there would be many stories to be told. Therefore, I would love to hear about personal perspectives as well as personal tales or stories. If you want to pass this on to others, feel free and I welcome your participation. Perhaps we shall have many other walk stories told.
Recently, I read in the local paper about a group walking throughout Connecticut on a walk for justice, particualrly economic justice. This was more of a faith-based group coming from a ministry in New London. They were walking through my region and I decided to find them and bring my oldest son for about an hour or so of walking. I had to do a lot of convincing to get my 10 year old son, Andrew, to come and join me but he finally relented and we drove to where we thought the walkers were going to be and found them. They did not carry a banner and were merely walking along the side of a road. Mostly elderly folk, I nonetheless immediately began to fall into old habits of times long past, that being, waving to every car that drove past this smalll group. They were not even doing this and I thought how would people know of the purpose of the walk. One of the walkers struck up a conversation with my son about his interests, and they chatted amiably about his interests. It flet good to be on the road and this took place about one week prior to the eletion. That alone made me feel empowered, and I thought of how this country was on the verge of change at that time. Well, we walked for an hour and yes my feet hurt when we stopped. Just like old times. Let me know what you think, share some thoughts, or post some pictures. Love to see what develops.
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