Unusual Times

The corona virus pandemic has altered life for most around the globe.  On the one hand, we too are trying to find a temporary new normal amidst government advice and restrictions.  On the other hand, much of our daily life has not changed.  Our boys continue to be taught at home.  John continues to work at home.  I, Erin, continue to do independent language study at home.  So what has changed for us?

The first felt change was an abstract one.  Living overseas we’ve experienced an immense freedom to travel.  We’ve been blessed both financially and with passports that are widely accepted, thus allowing us to move around the globe when we choose or have a need.  As neighboring countries closed their boarders, the ability to travel outside our host country became very difficult.  At the time we did not have any travel plans, nor do we have any now.  It is a different feeling though to know you are not able to travel in the same manner you were freely able to beforehand.  

As government advice and restrictions on large gatherings and social contact increased, we made additional, more perceivable, changes.  We hung hand washing instructions and hosted a handwashing clinic.  John temporarily closed the reading school, which took place at 3 local grade schools and our house.  Thankfully the tutors are still able to work from home; they are writing stories in the local language, recording audio books, and teaching any children within their immediate vicinity.  The soccer school has also been put on hold.  John though is able to continue translating stories into the local language.  Instead of working with four local language speakers, he is now just working with the two from our immediate neighborhood.  Along with asking two of his language assistants from across town to stay home, we’ve also asked our house help to stay home as she too is from across town.

Instruction, in the national and local languages, at our outdoor sink.

  

Along with closing the underside of our house, we put away all our door toys.

The Barat culture is extremely relational and interdependent.  As our neighborhood is tucked away from the main part of town, these aspects are that much more evident.  Neighbors are frequently barrowing items from one another and daily sitting together outside chit chatting.  As social distancing and decreased venturing out are being promoted, our neighbors’ way of life is dramatically being affected.  There has been less gathering, but so much of their lives happen outside their homes: fetching water from the well, washing and drying clothes, cooking over fires, and kids playing.  It has been interesting to experience the changes taking place and the challenge of implementing changes when that which we are trying to work against is so 'invisible.'  

 A few other ways our lives have changed recently...

Caedmon and Whitman are learning to wash dishes.

One day, of their own initiative, they decided to work together AND include Evangeline.

We are trying to limit our shopping to once a week.

It has been slightly challenging to know where to store the extra items.

The picture above is ALL our kitchen storage - no nonpictured pantry exists.  

The boys have been very welcoming of their sister in their games, even willing to play in her games, as they all are spending more time inside.

Reading to Evangeline

Traditions

The holidays has passed and we are well into February.  The holidays typically seem to past in a flurry of busyness.  We have to maintain all the aspects of daily life, such as work and schooling, then we tend to add on all the extra activities to celebrate: cookie bakes, gift exchanges, holiday programs, family gathers, etc.  As the holidays approached, I listened to a podcast that encouraged people not to forsake relationships as you follow seasonal or familiar traditions.  This year I found myself facing the opposite.  How do we maintain traditions of celebrating, when we have stripped them down to their true meanings?
As we live intentionally overseas (see last post on November 3), we often celebrate our holidays in a very different outward manner.  Yes, the traditional ingredients and decorations may not be readily available (I have a green wreath on my door made from ribbon instead of evergreen boughs), but as we hope to communicate truth to those we live around, we have really evaluated the meaning behind many of the traditions we hold and ask whether they communicate the truth we desire.  As we do this, I have found, it is easy to take out some of the festive fun.  Traditions aren't bad in and of themselves; they are a way of celebrating passed down from generation to generation.  But as we try to communicate truth to our children, then to our neighbors, how do we celebrate in a manner that creates some festiveness, yet highlights truth?  This year, I indeed felt the intentionality it takes to do this.

 We began the "Holiday Season" with a trip to the big city to celebrate Thanksgiving.  We celebrated on a Tuesday, with chicken, and three different nationalities.  Did the meaning of the holiday diminish as all as it looked very different than what John and I grew up traditionally?  No, it did not.  We had a lovely time, gathering with fellow workers, and sharing the many things we were thankful for!
We returned home to Barat in anticipation of Whitman's birthday!

We made a piñata out of the largest balloon we've ever had!

Unfortunately, it became a toy rather then a candy container as we didn't make it strong enough.

It took a lot of time just to paper-mache one layer.  

Opening presents the morning of!

The boys are always thrilled when their birthdays fall on weekends.  This year Whitman's was a Sunday.

Getting lost in a present!

Whitman has become an avid reader.

Nine years old!

Whitman requested Monkey Bread for breakfast.  

I also cut up some mangoes as it was the season and he is a fruit lover.

Whitman requested Jello cups instead of a traditional cake.  

This 'looked' different as we celebrated, but our goal was to celebrate another year of Whitman's life and we did that by allowing him to pick the menu for the day.

After celebrating Whitman turning nine, we turned to celebrating the next holiday.  Creating a sense of festiveness is always difficult as it feels like summer with the palm trees outside our windows and the 90 degree weather.

We were sent these cute marshmellows.  Instead of hot cocoa, we made smores, yes, in December!

Enjoying the goodness!

Working on some festive crafts, again sent to us.

We pulled out our decorations: our advent calendar, stockings, and cards.

Stocking we fill the morning of with reminders of His faithfulness, our advent calendar we use to tell of the happenings leading up to His birth, and the cards are just a decoration to add festiveness.  

 It was beginning to look a lot like..., though it felt quite different.  The boys agreed to do homeschooling the week of as grandparents were visiting for the following two weeks.  John adn I continued with our regular schedules of language learning, translation, and social programs.  The day of we celebrated first with remembering the many ways He has shown us his grace and blessed us.

To remember His blessings, we take intentionally selected ornaments out of our stockings, tell the story of the blessing, then hang them on this tree to remind us throughout the day.  

We enjoyed a nice meal together of rolls, potatoes, chicken, vegies, and pie.  

A cookie platter we enjoyed throughout the day.

It was slow going as we were all on a little bit of sugar overload.

We had a very lovely time celebrating.  In the end, though some aspects felt forced at first, we seemed to focus on truth and yet, at the same time, had a festive "party" of sorts to celebrate.
The following week, we were able to continue celebrating His goodness with grandparents on another island before bringing them back to our house in Barat.  What a blessing to spend the time together!

Evangeline ecstatic to be with Grammy and Grampy.  

Intentionality: To Celebrate or Not to Celebrate

It is pretty obvious our move overseas was intentional, both in choosing where to go and having a solid reason for the move.  Since living here, we have been faced with many other opportunities for intentionality.  Because we desire to make an eternal difference in the lives of those we live among, we think carefully about how our daily actions among them will affect this end.  With our children, as well, we desire to be intentional as we raise, instruction, and guide them in their growth.  As our neighbors live quite differently than we do, we have had many opportunities to discuss with our boys how and why we have chosen to be different or similar.  Being third culture kids, one whose culture is a mix of their parents and the one in which they live, we desire for our children to know, at least some, about the culture in their passport country.  To do this we often incorporate aspects of American culture into our lives here, but which aspects and how requires a great deal of intentionality. 

Halloween is just one example of American culture we have intentionally taught our children about.  In American it often requires a bit of reverse intentionality if you desire your children to know about aspects, but not take part in others.  Take the aspect of celebrating death for example.  Whether people consciously realize it or not, much of Halloween, in decorations, costumes, and activities, celebrate death.  Life overseas makes is quite easy for us to pick and choose what aspects to incorporate into our lives.  Since trick or treating is obsolete in Barat, we forgo the part of dressing up as well.  As we do want our children to be familiar with American culture, we have taught them about the history of Halloween and incorporated a few customs that are practical overseas. 

In the past we have carved jack-0-lanterns.  This year we settled for cookies and pumpkin muffins.  When all else fails, I turn to baking to celebrate!

Caedmon putting together Halloween roll cookies.

Celebrating with Food

During our times in the States, the boys, and Evangeline too, have enjoyed dressing up and eating candy gathered from Trick or Treating.  When it comes right down to it, our lives are different here because of our intentional choice to live here, and though probably unconsciously, Caedmon and Whitman know this and happily carry on with the lives they do know, which doesn't include any community wide Halloween activities. 

Like Camping, Maybe?

We have spent the past 4 days camping at home in the middle of the summer heat, but with all the same responsibilities of daily life.  Ok, it has only felt like camping because we have been without water since Saturday morning.  The boys didn't agree to my use of the word camping, as their definition included the use of a tent.  Come to think of it, when I went camping as a child, my family would usually stay at State Parks.  State Parks provided bathrooms and running water.  We had to manage our own structure (in the form of a tent, without any AC), lights (in the form of flashlights), and cooking method (in the form of a gas camp stove).  What we have been doing these past few days is almost the reverse of that.  We have a structure: our house.  We have full electricity, including AC in the bedrooms.  We have gas for the oven range.  What we have not had is any running water! 

The hardest part of this has been trying to carry on with all our daily responsibilities.  Since we’ve recently been able to find paper plates at a local mini-mart, we’ve being buying them to decrease the dishes to be washed.  We’ve eaten either ramen or local take out to ease the issue of cooking without water.  Thankfully we found a laundry place near our home to manage our dirty clothes.  On Sunday we decided to buy drinking water to use for bathing and washing the few dishes we soiled.  It is funny how when you use pre-measured water, you are able to see exactly how much water you use.  

We averaged two water containers per day for bathing, once in the morning and again at night, and for washing a few dishes during the day!

On Tuesday, after word got around that we were buying ‘drinking water’ to use for household needs, a neighbor, who has become my most helpful language helper, offered to carry water from a well to our home.  After an unsuccessful attempt to dissuade her, she filled pails full of water and made at least 5 trips back and forth from the well to our house.  Thankfully the closest well is right next door!

The View from our Back Porch

Our water storage tank is the cemet box to the lower right. It goes another 4 feet below the surface.

The closest well is behind the bamboo fence to the upper left, behind our neighbor's hosue.  

There are four wells within 100 yards of our house.  The one above is a private well, as is at least one other.  I am still learning how the shring and use of wells work here.  As everything is quite community oriented, there is a great deal of sharing.  

Tuesday night the city water came on.  It remained on long enough, and at a high enough pressure, to fill our tank to the brim!  We are so thankful for this!  We have running water in the house!  The challenge now, with water, for me has been to not live in fear.  Without water I was challenged to not only trust in the Father’s provision, but especially in his timing.  Now I am finding I want to horde the water and use it ever so sparingly for fear of running out before the city water comes on again.  I know this is my own self desire to control and avoid any difficulty or discomfort.  At the same time there wisdom to be exercised in living according to lessons learned.  For now, we will use wisdom to do only one load of laundry a day, but otherwise live with our normal water usage ways, all the while trusting His provision, for he truly cares about our needs and the daily equipping of us to do his will. 

Multiple Holidays

    The week of the 11th, this year, resulted in three holidays within one week.  Sunday was the second largest holiday of the year.  This holiday consists of the majority population taking part in killing a cow or goat in remembrance of a prophet's sacrifice.  We expected the visiting of neighbors to be similar to the larger holiday this past June.  In preparation, I made food the day before and made sure all was ready early that morning.  We decided to serve an American menu of hotdogs and watermelon.
    This holiday turned out to much different than we expected.  To begin with, we didn't have any visitors first thing in the morning.  We quickly found out the animal killing and butchering took priority in the morning.  Secondly, the visitors we did have turned out to be about 20 children and only two of our adult neighbors.  We ended up eating hotdogs for the rest of the day!

View from our back porch.

The killing, and butchering, of four goats and one cow took place right behind our house!

      The following Tuesday was a city wide parade highlighting local culture and individual neighborhoods.  We were invited to take part in the parade with The Labor Office, which has direct involvement in John's work visa.  The parade turned out to be about 200 yards long and a quick appearance in front of the Mayor.  We are pretty sure the parade was in celebration of Independence day, which was the following Saturday.

The Labor Office group preparing for the parade.

We waited at least an hour to get started, then took at least another hour to walk the 200 yds to the Mayor's viewing section.  

Our group waiting and lining up.  

We walked to the big red roof in the upper right.

     Thursday was the anniversary of the founding of the city we live in.  So this day also brought additional festivities.  In various neighborhoods, ours included, there was a small parade of women marching and giving small performances.

Marching

Performing before judges

     Saturday was Independence day.  The largest festivities took place down town.  As we keep Saturday as a family day, we stayed at home enjoying each other's company and didn't catch any of the celebrations.

Big Events

The end of July brought a group from the States.  They conducted a seminar for middle school and high school English Teachers from around the province.  The presenters had thoroughly prepared material and creatively adjusted to the needs of the attendees.  Though it proved to be a very busy week for John, we were blessed to have each of the eight the presenters over to our house for dinner.

John inviting the head of the school district to the training.

Welcome speech by John's boss

A Session

Another Session

The first week of August we celebrated Caedmon’s birthday!  Caedmon is now 11 and going into the sixth grade.  He still enjoys being where the people are and playing games; board games, sports, and those on the iPad.  Many of his presents this year revolved around these likes. 

Opening presents in the morning.  

Evangeline wanted to do all the opening.  Caedmon did a great job sharing the honors

Pull-apart Monkey Bread

Basketball hoop present.

John, himself, constructed the backboard, window protective sign, and put up the hoop and boards.

Birthday Cake

We bought trick candles in the big city, which turned out to be very hard completely extinguish.  

Eleven Years Old

Caedmon received a ping-pong net to attach to a table.  

We bought a piece of plywood to enlarge our dinning room table to a better size for a game.

We held to our tradition of allowing the birthday kid to pick their menu for the day.  Since Caedmon’s favorite foods are Italian and anything sweet, he chose Monkey Bread for breakfast, ravioli for lunch, and gnocchi for dinner.  He also requested a blue three layer cake.  

All the restaurants here in Barat serve only local food.  Though we are able to buy spaghetti noodles at the small convenience stores, other Italian products, such as ravioli and gnocchi, are nonexistent.  So in agreeing to Caedmon’s menu, it became necessary to make everything from scratch.  Unfortunately this also meant the ricotta filling for the ravioli had to be made from scratch.  As the birthday cake and frosting were included in this cooking extravaganza, I stopped at just a two layer cake.  I enjoy making foods from scratch and creating things we cannot buy, but it may be the last year the whole menu is homemade.  

We included our tradition of a piñata in the day's festivities.  This was quite a cultural experience in our new neighborhood.  None of the kids had ever seen one, let along knew how to play.  We didn't send out invitations, but Caedmon did intentionally invited two friends over for the piñata.  It turned out to be a mass candy dash when the piñata broke as there were at least 25 kids that came to watch.  

Though birthday parties are not a common tradition here, presents are given when they do occur. As we had not given the kids any notice, a handful returned that evening to bring Caedmon presents.  

Neighbor kids bringing presents.

Unexpected

I, Erin, often forget just how much we have adapted to life overseas.  Many aspects of our lives here are so different than how both John and I grew up.  A few examples are all the bread we eat is homemade, we leave our front door and windows open all day, we don’t wear shoes in the house, we take cold showers, our house doesn’t have a number, nor our street a name, we ride scooters around town, we don’t drink the water from the tap, we see banana and coconut trees out our windows, and to interact with people, all we have to do is go outside our front door.  Many of these aspects have become our new normal.  We often feel we understand much of how life operates here, until something unexpected comes along. 

I grew up recycling everything possible, so I have a hard time throwing away any glass, tin cans, plastic, or paper, which we have a lot of with homeschooling.  Garbage is a problem here anyway, with most of our neighbors taking their garbage to an empty lot two house away or 3 block to the sea.  Thankfully, I have recently learned a man will come by the house, without any consistent schedule, to buy glass bottles.  And another comes for metal.  Then there is a neighbor who collects plastic which he re-sells.  For our organic matter, fruit and vegetable skins, and paper, I have been composting.  This has really helped cut down on our garbage and provides a great way to get rid of all our paper.  

The beginnings of our end-of-the-school-year paper disposal.

Upon our return to Barat this past January, I began composting right away.  I had dreams of gardening around the foundation of our house and wanted some compost to use.  Last month, a neighbor helped make us a short bamboo fence to place around the plots of garden space.  I was preparing to plant.  My compost bin was ¾ of the way full, with at least a quarter broken down and ready to be used.  Two weeks ago we took a weekend trip to the provincial capital.  When we returned home, I found the compost bin upside down and completely empty.  We had been using the same composting bin for over a year with other little garbage cans spaced around the our house for garbage.  There are many kids and adults that sit under our house to attend the reading program or just enjoy the shade.  We have spent many words teaching them to throw their garbage away in the garbage cans, and even differentiating for them the purpose of the one large bin with holes.  After all this time I thought it was obvious, but someone very kindly decided to empty ALL our containers, even the compost bin. 

Preparing to plant pineapples!

   I planted a garden anyway, just without compost.  It has been a fun activity to do with the kids, Caedmon has been the most interested.  The neighborhood kids have thoroughly enjoyed watching for little sprouts and learning what has been planted.  We planted lemon grass (above left), chili peppers, tomatoes, basil, cauliflower, bell peppers, papaya, and pineapple (above right).  

The other recent surprise came when I attended a pre-wedding event last week  We have been to so weddings since living overseas, I’ve lost count.  Last week, one of the reading program teachers was to be married.  We were invited to the pre-wedding henna event.  This usually occurs the night before the wedding.  This time the family explained it would occur on a Thursday night, though the wedding was on Sunday.  Or so we thought.  

Part of the henna ceremony

With the bride in her room

I attended the henna event by myself last Thursday night.  I changed into a collared shirt, but nothing fancy.  When I arrived everyone was decked out in their best party attire.  After eating and watching what remained of the henna ceremony, I followed the bride into her room.  I politely informed her it was time for me to go home, thinking all was finished.  Surprised, everyone in the room, a few cousins, the makeup artist, and an aunt, tried to explain the actual wedding ceremony was to take place that night.  The bride had entered her room to await the arrival of the groom.  I was so confused.  Upon further explanation, I began to understand the family considered getting married on Sunday to bring bad luck to the new marriage.  Thursday on the other hand would not.  Accordingly, the bride and groom were married that night, parted ways afterwards, and did not see each other again until Sunday, when the big wedding event was held and repeated much of the ceremony that took place on Thursday.  

The arrival of the groom

The legal wedding ceremony

The groom entering the room to retrieve his wife

The Married Couple

Though we have learned a great deal in our seven years overseas, we are reminded there is still a great deal to learn!