Right after Thanksgiving, a friend asked my brother Carl, if he would help him move some equipment. He agreed to assist him. While the two men carried a huge, bulky piece down the stairs, his friend’s end slipped from his hands and the heavy machinery fell on Carl. My brother was a strong man, but the machine crashed into his body, crushed a lung and his pelvis, and broke three of his ribs. In and out of a coma, Carl fought for nearly three months. Around eight weeks after the accident, there was visible improvement. The doctors at the hospital moved him from the critical care unit into a regular private room. On Friday, about two weeks after that, a rehabilitation facility received my brother by ambulance. The next day, I met the staff. They were all friendly. It was a great place for Carl’s recovery. That Monday, the calls started coming in from the hospital around 11 p.m. Apparently, my brother’s health took a turn for the worst and the rehab center called the hospital to take him back for treatment. By 3:15 Tuesday morning, he had expired.
The other night, I dreamed about Carl. I had been missing him, badly. You know how dreams are; all of a sudden and for reasons unknown to me, I was at the hospital where the surgeons and doctors ministered to my brother. I walked down the hall and looked inside his hospital room. He was there, lying on the bed. I went into the room and kissed him hello. He smiled back at me. Why, I wondered, had I not visited him until then. We had a pleasant visitation and when I woke, I was refreshed. Here it is, days later and I must say, it was so good to see my brother, even if it was in a dream.
Sunday, August 26, 2012
Thursday, August 23, 2012
Dreams
One does not have to sleep to dream. In fact, the best dreams occur while we are awake. We must control our dreams and direct them where we desire them to go. As needed we can perform a “do-over” and make things right. When we are confident, we allow dreams to set our life's course.
I like the personal statement of bestselling author and screenwriter, Steven Barnes:
"If there is any single thing I believe most strongly, it is that we all have the capacity to bring our most cherished dreams to life. What are required are motivating goals, discipline, honesty, and sufficient personal power to act. Life is a wonderful, complex demanding game. The way to win is to decide what you want, focus on that goal, surround yourself with people who will support your dream, and nurture the ability to laugh at yourself."
He ends his proclamation by quoting Benjamin Franklin:
Up, sluggard, and waste not life--there'll be rest enough in the grave.
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
My Long Lost Friend
For years, I searched off and on for a friend on the internet, but today I finally found him. His face was among the faces of bustedmugshots.com. I had not seen any image of him since the mid-eighties, but it was he, for sure. He had aged, appropriately though. His expression was sad, also appropriate, considering the circumstances. Understandably, he needed a shave. Other than all of this, my friend looked well.
The two of us, obviously, have gone on with our lives. Clearly and especially because so much time has passed since I have seen or even heard anything about him. It has been decades. If ever there was a practical and down to earth guy, it was he. So very intelligent and self-sufficient, he was like this even when we were teenagers. A telecommunications company hired him when he got out of high school and that was the start of his career. I took one road; he took another. That is how life goes. I hope he has someone in his life to care for him the way he deserves. I do.
Saturday, March 24, 2007
Journalistic Piece
The United States Census Bureau is an agency under the U.S. Commerce Department. Its mission according to the main page of the website www.census.gov is: “to serve as the leading source of quality data about the nation's people and economy. We honor privacy, protect confidentiality, share our expertise globally, and conduct our work openly. We are guided on this mission by our strong and capable workforce, our readiness to innovate, and our abiding commitment to our customers.”
Generally, the United States Census Bureau gives information about what America looks like. Data collected demonstrates who lives here, where exactly they live in the country, what races the people are, what languages the people speak, how old they are, how many are children, adults, women, men, seniors, students, patients in hospitals and nursing homes, professionals, prisoners, etc. Anyone interested in finding out what percentage of the adults in the country are married, widowed, or single need only to access the Census Bureau’s website and do a search to come up with the information that they need.
To gather these demographics, the Census Bureau uses surveys. The surveys may be sent to sample addresses for the head of household or some other designee to answer. If the survey is not returned by mail, a telephone interview will be attempted. If the phone interview is not successful, a field representative will visit the household. The object is always to complete the interview so the bureau can get the factual information and comprise reports.
Some surveys are one time surveys and some are current surveys, meaning they continue. A college, hospital, or other institution may seek out the bureau to collect data for them. This occurs often. When an institution asks the Census Bureau to collect data, the U.S. Code, Title 15 is used for the collection of data for those surveys. That institution is going to share information with others.
The bureau is respected around the world for having the ability to obtain data and for keeping that data confidential. To ensure that everyone in the United States is represented, the Census Bureau uses interviewers from around the country. This personnel has a diverse racial composition, many speak foreign languages and dialects from around the world. When an interviewer cannot be found who speaks the language of a particular household, interpreters are used.
The U.S. Census Bureau authorizes field representatives to pay a neighbor or other person to translate for them so the representative can complete a survey. The person who translates must sign a Contract for Interpreter Services. The interviewer must also swear the interpreter in. The interpreter “must swear or affirm that he or she will not disclose any information that is contained in the schedules, list, or statements obtained for or prepared by the Census Bureau to any person or persons during or after appointment.” This is under Title 13, United States Code, Section, 214. There is a fine of $250,000 and/or imprisonment for up to five years for unlawful disclosure. Each interpreter is paid $10.96 per hour. It is necessary that the interpreter make the same oath and be bound to the same fines and/or imprisonment as a field representative.
Working as a field representative, I occasionally, came against opposition from a prospective respondent. There are a myriad of questions and concerns that a trained field employee has to answer and assure citizens who may have anxiety for any reason relative to a Census survey. The most important question for me was; is this confidential? The information is always confidential. If a sworn Census Bureau employee discloses any confidential information he or she can be imprisoned for up to 5 years and/or fined $250.000. Another was; is my participation mandatory? The answer to that question depends on the particular survey. If it is the American Community Survey, the answer is yes. If it is the Decennial Census the answer is yes, as well. These two surveys are mandatory and there could be a jail sentence for anyone who refuses. I, however do not know of anyone who was jailed for being unwilling to complete one of those interviews. However, by law, the person could be arrested. Most other surveys are voluntary.
There other questions that people have, “why did you pick me?” is one. The answer to that question is; addresses are randomly selected to ensure a statistically valid sample. “How do I know that this is legitimate?” is a question that some people have. The answer is the initial information from the U.S. Census Bureau states that it is OFFICIAL BUSINESS of the United States. Each employee who comes to the door will chow their Census Bureau identification card. A copy of the letter that was sent to the household is in the field representative possession.
To obtain an interview, I found that I had to be very innovative. I would tell the respondents how the Census Bureau could help them. They never expected that. There are many ways that lay people use Census Data. Most people who work in offices, schools, and government use Census information, but the data is useful to everyone. Suppose someone wanted to search for a person without a birth certificate. The person need only go the http://www.census.gov/genealogy/www.agesearch.html for direction. If an individual was looking for information regarding Federal funding allocations in their county, he or she would only have to key in http://harvester.census.gov/cffr/asp/reports.asp. Any person with health concerns who seeks answers needs only to key in http://www.cdc.gov/nchs/. There are resources for the everyday citizen on the site.
Generally, the United States Census Bureau gives information about what America looks like. Data collected demonstrates who lives here, where exactly they live in the country, what races the people are, what languages the people speak, how old they are, how many are children, adults, women, men, seniors, students, patients in hospitals and nursing homes, professionals, prisoners, etc. Anyone interested in finding out what percentage of the adults in the country are married, widowed, or single need only to access the Census Bureau’s website and do a search to come up with the information that they need.
To gather these demographics, the Census Bureau uses surveys. The surveys may be sent to sample addresses for the head of household or some other designee to answer. If the survey is not returned by mail, a telephone interview will be attempted. If the phone interview is not successful, a field representative will visit the household. The object is always to complete the interview so the bureau can get the factual information and comprise reports.
Some surveys are one time surveys and some are current surveys, meaning they continue. A college, hospital, or other institution may seek out the bureau to collect data for them. This occurs often. When an institution asks the Census Bureau to collect data, the U.S. Code, Title 15 is used for the collection of data for those surveys. That institution is going to share information with others.
The bureau is respected around the world for having the ability to obtain data and for keeping that data confidential. To ensure that everyone in the United States is represented, the Census Bureau uses interviewers from around the country. This personnel has a diverse racial composition, many speak foreign languages and dialects from around the world. When an interviewer cannot be found who speaks the language of a particular household, interpreters are used.
The U.S. Census Bureau authorizes field representatives to pay a neighbor or other person to translate for them so the representative can complete a survey. The person who translates must sign a Contract for Interpreter Services. The interviewer must also swear the interpreter in. The interpreter “must swear or affirm that he or she will not disclose any information that is contained in the schedules, list, or statements obtained for or prepared by the Census Bureau to any person or persons during or after appointment.” This is under Title 13, United States Code, Section, 214. There is a fine of $250,000 and/or imprisonment for up to five years for unlawful disclosure. Each interpreter is paid $10.96 per hour. It is necessary that the interpreter make the same oath and be bound to the same fines and/or imprisonment as a field representative.
Working as a field representative, I occasionally, came against opposition from a prospective respondent. There are a myriad of questions and concerns that a trained field employee has to answer and assure citizens who may have anxiety for any reason relative to a Census survey. The most important question for me was; is this confidential? The information is always confidential. If a sworn Census Bureau employee discloses any confidential information he or she can be imprisoned for up to 5 years and/or fined $250.000. Another was; is my participation mandatory? The answer to that question depends on the particular survey. If it is the American Community Survey, the answer is yes. If it is the Decennial Census the answer is yes, as well. These two surveys are mandatory and there could be a jail sentence for anyone who refuses. I, however do not know of anyone who was jailed for being unwilling to complete one of those interviews. However, by law, the person could be arrested. Most other surveys are voluntary.
There other questions that people have, “why did you pick me?” is one. The answer to that question is; addresses are randomly selected to ensure a statistically valid sample. “How do I know that this is legitimate?” is a question that some people have. The answer is the initial information from the U.S. Census Bureau states that it is OFFICIAL BUSINESS of the United States. Each employee who comes to the door will chow their Census Bureau identification card. A copy of the letter that was sent to the household is in the field representative possession.
To obtain an interview, I found that I had to be very innovative. I would tell the respondents how the Census Bureau could help them. They never expected that. There are many ways that lay people use Census Data. Most people who work in offices, schools, and government use Census information, but the data is useful to everyone. Suppose someone wanted to search for a person without a birth certificate. The person need only go the http://www.census.gov/genealogy/www.agesearch.html for direction. If an individual was looking for information regarding Federal funding allocations in their county, he or she would only have to key in http://harvester.census.gov/cffr/asp/reports.asp. Any person with health concerns who seeks answers needs only to key in http://www.cdc.gov/nchs/. There are resources for the everyday citizen on the site.
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Why I Might Avoid Including Every Truth in my Writing
Leaving out relevant details deliberately is a trap that I can fall into very easily. There are a few reasons why I might leave out important details. Any of the following are motives for me to avoid mentioning facts that should be included in my nonfiction writing: First, I would be tempted to leave out anything that would embarrass me or people that I care about. A second reason is that I would not want to reveal more about me than I am willing to share. Third, I might want to forget some particulars about the past that have bad memories for me.
Occasionally, things that seemed important when they occurred may not seem important to me when I am writing a piece. I do not want to write something inaccurately because I cannot recall all of the details. So, I may choose to omit that section.
Occasionally, things that seemed important when they occurred may not seem important to me when I am writing a piece. I do not want to write something inaccurately because I cannot recall all of the details. So, I may choose to omit that section.
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
The Rappers
In high school, several friends and I formed a mini sorority called The Rappers. There were twelve of us; Trish, Gip, Kuda, Keester, Cisco, Biv, Hamma, Chicken, Rangeye, WW, JJ, and Mott. I do not remember the why and how of our coming together to create this group, but it was wonderful and wild. We had many things in common, yet each of us was different. The school we all attended was Eastside High School.
I grew up in Paterson, New Jersey, pre-Joe Clark’s “Lean on Me” days. My girlfriends and I have laughed at Joe Clark and his iron fisted control at our Alma Mater. We have gotten together since the hit movie and said that we never would have stood for Principal Clark’s rules and regulations. We are confident that we would have run him out of town, or worse.
Back in the heyday of my teens, we had a version of Joe Clark. However, he was the Vice Principal, not the Principal. I’ll call him Mr. Mac Donald. In our freshman year, I met Mr. Mac Donald and not under the best of circumstances. He was known for being very strict. He was a bit of a caricature. Mr. Mac Donald appeared to be less than 5 feet tall and he was bald on top with hair on the sides and the back of his head. He did not attempt a ‘comb-over.’ This man did not carry a bullhorn like Principal Clark. Probably because he did know that he could have. Clark was notorious for yelling in his bullhorn at students and teachers alike. However, there were some things that Mr. Mac Donald was known for, two of them were; the fast clip of his walk and his shoe heels hitting the marble floors as he rushed through the school to keep it safe and orderly.
The Rappers were brilliant, beautiful, and bold. We were friendly, fashionable, and funny. Some of us were singers, some dancers, some cheerleaders, some activists, some athletes and some of us were all of the above and more. All of us were undeniable creative and bursting with talent. The Rappers were the inciters of many an exciting event. Not that we were troublemakers, but we did make life interesting wherever we went. We were the most popular girls at EHS and the party did not and could not start until we arrived.
Old Mac Donald seemed to delight in giving out detentions. I had managed to garner several from him as I was learning the ways of high school life. Throughout the day, Mac Donald’s steps were heard all around the school. It was as if he were omnipresent. One day, however, by 11:00 AM, he had not been seen by anyone, anywhere, on any floor. I suppose some faculty members may have been concerned. At any rate, about 1:00 PM, the school’s intercom chimed in; “Bong, bong, bong.” Then the principal gave the report that Mr. Mac Donald was dead. I think his death was the result of a car accident, perhaps, not. I am not sure. He was dead all the same.
It was an era of racial unrest in the city of Paterson in those days. Rest assured that The Rappers did our part to bring the races together. Once we had succeeded in getting the generations on one accord, we went to City Hall. There were several issues at hand in our town’s two high schools. First of all, the curriculum at Eastside High School was not inclusive of African American Studies. Secondly, there was a tracking system that worked against the majority of the student population. Next, the teachers and other faculty were insensitive to the greater student body.
Some of the Rappers were transplanted into Paterson from other parts of the state. WW came to us from Morristown. Mott was from South Jersey and Rangeye was from Passaic. Chicken came all the way from Ohio. The rest of us were born and bred in the fair city of Paterson, New Jersey.
To get the attention of the people in charge, we formulated a number of strategies. These plans included sit-ins, walk-outs, and other kinds of peaceful resistance. The Rappers, EHS Concert Choir, the Afro-American Club also known as BYO, (Black Youth Organization), and other students, along with some fearless teachers at the school, jumped feet first into the struggle against the powers that be. Mr. Butler, the Music Teacher helped us write a song, “Power to the Penny.” This was our battle cry and theme song when we staged our protests in the school’s cafeteria.
This is how “Power to the Penny” was executed. The vast majority of the students paid for their lunch with only pennies. This slowed down the first lunch period, pushing it into the next and so on. It was chaotic. We were able to achieve the expected result of getting the attention of the school and ultimately the Board of Education. In the end, we were successful. Eastside offered African American Studies, the track system was dropped, and teachers were somehow more tolerant of their charges.
My teenage years were awesome years. I went to ‘socials’ and block parties. I had the best summer jobs that anyone could imagine. Socials were house parties where each person who entered paid a fee for entry. These parties were usually held at someone’s aunt’s or uncle’s house while that person was away. On occasion, someone would have the audacity to throw one of these parties while his or her own parents were away. My parents never went away and left me and my siblings at home unsupervised. Anything could happen at a social and often did. Underage drinking was probably the biggest subject of concern. There was beer, wine, and liquor galore at these get-togethers. Only red or blue lights burned at a social. No bright lights, there. Above all, the music had to be loud.
Most of The Rappers were cheerleaders at one time or other. Some of us were cheerleaders for three or four teams at once. We had uniforms for CCC; (the Catholic Community Center), the Royal Aces; (E. Lee White’s Funeral Home), and Eastside High School’s Varsity and Junior Varsity cheerleading squads. To this day, I am still a cheerleader. As an adult, I try to encourage anyone in need, especially young people and those less fortunate than I.
The block party was another ingenious idea. These were given during the summertime. I don’t know who threw these parties, probably some grassroots organization, but they were the best social events of my youth. There was food, all kinds of live entertainment, records, (today’s CD’s), and movies were shown around 9 PM. The movies were shown against a brick wall. All of the people from the neighborhood would bring lawn chairs and we’d watch free movies. Everyone was welcome. It was good, safe fun in a time of innocence and wonder. I have seen today’s version of a block party. It pales in comparison to the block party of ‘back in the day.’
My summer jobs were the best any teenager could ask for. I was one of the exceptional youth selected to get paid for performing in the areas of vocals, theater and dance touring around the country. Some of our presentations occurred during the school year. Yes, we were the envy of many a student. Miss Ellerbee, one of our teachers, advisors, and chaperones, told us that we were professionals because we were being paid to perform. I never forgot that and I never forgot her.
Our high school mascot was a ghost. J.F. Kennedy high school, our rival in the city, had a knight for their mascot. Kennedy’s uniforms were beautiful; red and black. Our uniforms were nice, also; blue and orange...”Hey orange! Hey blue! You look so good to me! Hey, hey, hey orange, hey blue...” That was one of our cheers. Another was; “We are the ghosts the mighty fine ghosts. Everywhere we go, people want to know, who we are. So we tell them; we are the...” We were the Eastside Ghost because they built the high school on a graveyard!
I grew up in Paterson, New Jersey, pre-Joe Clark’s “Lean on Me” days. My girlfriends and I have laughed at Joe Clark and his iron fisted control at our Alma Mater. We have gotten together since the hit movie and said that we never would have stood for Principal Clark’s rules and regulations. We are confident that we would have run him out of town, or worse.
Back in the heyday of my teens, we had a version of Joe Clark. However, he was the Vice Principal, not the Principal. I’ll call him Mr. Mac Donald. In our freshman year, I met Mr. Mac Donald and not under the best of circumstances. He was known for being very strict. He was a bit of a caricature. Mr. Mac Donald appeared to be less than 5 feet tall and he was bald on top with hair on the sides and the back of his head. He did not attempt a ‘comb-over.’ This man did not carry a bullhorn like Principal Clark. Probably because he did know that he could have. Clark was notorious for yelling in his bullhorn at students and teachers alike. However, there were some things that Mr. Mac Donald was known for, two of them were; the fast clip of his walk and his shoe heels hitting the marble floors as he rushed through the school to keep it safe and orderly.
The Rappers were brilliant, beautiful, and bold. We were friendly, fashionable, and funny. Some of us were singers, some dancers, some cheerleaders, some activists, some athletes and some of us were all of the above and more. All of us were undeniable creative and bursting with talent. The Rappers were the inciters of many an exciting event. Not that we were troublemakers, but we did make life interesting wherever we went. We were the most popular girls at EHS and the party did not and could not start until we arrived.
Old Mac Donald seemed to delight in giving out detentions. I had managed to garner several from him as I was learning the ways of high school life. Throughout the day, Mac Donald’s steps were heard all around the school. It was as if he were omnipresent. One day, however, by 11:00 AM, he had not been seen by anyone, anywhere, on any floor. I suppose some faculty members may have been concerned. At any rate, about 1:00 PM, the school’s intercom chimed in; “Bong, bong, bong.” Then the principal gave the report that Mr. Mac Donald was dead. I think his death was the result of a car accident, perhaps, not. I am not sure. He was dead all the same.
It was an era of racial unrest in the city of Paterson in those days. Rest assured that The Rappers did our part to bring the races together. Once we had succeeded in getting the generations on one accord, we went to City Hall. There were several issues at hand in our town’s two high schools. First of all, the curriculum at Eastside High School was not inclusive of African American Studies. Secondly, there was a tracking system that worked against the majority of the student population. Next, the teachers and other faculty were insensitive to the greater student body.
Some of the Rappers were transplanted into Paterson from other parts of the state. WW came to us from Morristown. Mott was from South Jersey and Rangeye was from Passaic. Chicken came all the way from Ohio. The rest of us were born and bred in the fair city of Paterson, New Jersey.
To get the attention of the people in charge, we formulated a number of strategies. These plans included sit-ins, walk-outs, and other kinds of peaceful resistance. The Rappers, EHS Concert Choir, the Afro-American Club also known as BYO, (Black Youth Organization), and other students, along with some fearless teachers at the school, jumped feet first into the struggle against the powers that be. Mr. Butler, the Music Teacher helped us write a song, “Power to the Penny.” This was our battle cry and theme song when we staged our protests in the school’s cafeteria.
This is how “Power to the Penny” was executed. The vast majority of the students paid for their lunch with only pennies. This slowed down the first lunch period, pushing it into the next and so on. It was chaotic. We were able to achieve the expected result of getting the attention of the school and ultimately the Board of Education. In the end, we were successful. Eastside offered African American Studies, the track system was dropped, and teachers were somehow more tolerant of their charges.
My teenage years were awesome years. I went to ‘socials’ and block parties. I had the best summer jobs that anyone could imagine. Socials were house parties where each person who entered paid a fee for entry. These parties were usually held at someone’s aunt’s or uncle’s house while that person was away. On occasion, someone would have the audacity to throw one of these parties while his or her own parents were away. My parents never went away and left me and my siblings at home unsupervised. Anything could happen at a social and often did. Underage drinking was probably the biggest subject of concern. There was beer, wine, and liquor galore at these get-togethers. Only red or blue lights burned at a social. No bright lights, there. Above all, the music had to be loud.
Most of The Rappers were cheerleaders at one time or other. Some of us were cheerleaders for three or four teams at once. We had uniforms for CCC; (the Catholic Community Center), the Royal Aces; (E. Lee White’s Funeral Home), and Eastside High School’s Varsity and Junior Varsity cheerleading squads. To this day, I am still a cheerleader. As an adult, I try to encourage anyone in need, especially young people and those less fortunate than I.
The block party was another ingenious idea. These were given during the summertime. I don’t know who threw these parties, probably some grassroots organization, but they were the best social events of my youth. There was food, all kinds of live entertainment, records, (today’s CD’s), and movies were shown around 9 PM. The movies were shown against a brick wall. All of the people from the neighborhood would bring lawn chairs and we’d watch free movies. Everyone was welcome. It was good, safe fun in a time of innocence and wonder. I have seen today’s version of a block party. It pales in comparison to the block party of ‘back in the day.’
My summer jobs were the best any teenager could ask for. I was one of the exceptional youth selected to get paid for performing in the areas of vocals, theater and dance touring around the country. Some of our presentations occurred during the school year. Yes, we were the envy of many a student. Miss Ellerbee, one of our teachers, advisors, and chaperones, told us that we were professionals because we were being paid to perform. I never forgot that and I never forgot her.
Our high school mascot was a ghost. J.F. Kennedy high school, our rival in the city, had a knight for their mascot. Kennedy’s uniforms were beautiful; red and black. Our uniforms were nice, also; blue and orange...”Hey orange! Hey blue! You look so good to me! Hey, hey, hey orange, hey blue...” That was one of our cheers. Another was; “We are the ghosts the mighty fine ghosts. Everywhere we go, people want to know, who we are. So we tell them; we are the...” We were the Eastside Ghost because they built the high school on a graveyard!
Tuesday, February 6, 2007
About "My father always said
The main points of Mimi Schwartz' "My father always said" are;
Section 1. You really do not know who you are or where you come from.
Section 2. Mimi and her Dad's childhood are really not that dissimilar.
Section 3. Some memories evoke more pain than pleasure.
Section 4. Children are children. They will get along if adults don't poison their
thinking.
Section 5. The cemetery is alive with familial connections and history.
Section 6. It is okay if we assimilate into this country's multicultural society. We have plenty to contribute to it.
The overall point of the essay seems to be; "I can show you better than I can tell you.
The six sections of the essay come together to show the reader that the pilgrimage that the family made to Germany was one that everyone needed, not just Mimi, but her mother and father did, too. Mimi and her father made discoveries about themselves, each other and their ancestors.
Mimi's Dad became renewed with the trip and was able to take have a new outlook on life. Mimi's life was changed, also
Section 1. You really do not know who you are or where you come from.
Section 2. Mimi and her Dad's childhood are really not that dissimilar.
Section 3. Some memories evoke more pain than pleasure.
Section 4. Children are children. They will get along if adults don't poison their
thinking.
Section 5. The cemetery is alive with familial connections and history.
Section 6. It is okay if we assimilate into this country's multicultural society. We have plenty to contribute to it.
The overall point of the essay seems to be; "I can show you better than I can tell you.
The six sections of the essay come together to show the reader that the pilgrimage that the family made to Germany was one that everyone needed, not just Mimi, but her mother and father did, too. Mimi and her father made discoveries about themselves, each other and their ancestors.
Mimi's Dad became renewed with the trip and was able to take have a new outlook on life. Mimi's life was changed, also
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