ADVENTURES IN MUMBAI, INDIA (Part III) by Gina Marie Stanley

ADVENTURES IN MUMBAI, INDIA (Part III) by Gina Marie Stanley

I spent most of the day in the dental office being fitted for new dentures that I will wear until my implants are stable enough to receive crowns. My dentist took at least seven impressions of each arch and then spent an hour making adjustments to the cured latex impressions. My dentist at home, who shall remain nameless here, took only one impression of each arch. Does anyone think that his lack of effort had anything to do with the fit? I left the hotel at 10:30 A.M. and didn’t return until 7:15 P.M. I spent four hours in the office waiting for the impressions to cure between sessions. It was a long day. I was tired and hungry and my mouth hurt when I returned to the hotel.

Indian Buffet

Indian Buffet

Pan Singh served my dinner. He is from a part of India near its border with Nepal. He has a wife and three children in his home village, and he not seen them for a year. He will leave on Wednesday for a two month holiday at home. I asked him about the photo thing. He told me that Indians love sharing photos of themselves taken with white people on social media. Maybe I’ll be a Facebook celeb in India.

I did have a chance to walk a bit around Colaba after breakfast and to take some more photos. I call it my morning “drip” because I am always dripping with sweat when I return. Night is the only really comfortable time here.india-698826_1280

I found the Prince of Wales Museum of Western India yesterday. It is a magnificent structure with beautiful gardens located near the Taj now known as Chhatrapati Shavaji Maharaj Vastu Sangrahalaya. It is the main museum here. I can’t go home without a visit. I was by too early yesterday since my appointment with the dentist was at 11:00 and the museum doesn’t open until 10. I see him at 4:30 today so I will have time.

There is a rare public restroom near the gate of the museum. People who live on the street, often women with children, tend to congregate around them as do food merchants selling a bowl of rice for a few rupees. I gave one of them 100 rupees yesterday to serve 10 people. That is about $1.50 and the vendor made money. I hope that it wasn’t the only meal that they had. I see toddlers walking around with exposed genitals. Probably healthier than a diaper that would be impossible to keep clean on the street. The gap between rich and poor is starker here than any place I have ever been. And there are those in my country who would treat our poor the same.

Just returned from the CSMVS. It does not disappoint. I might return and spend another half day. They charge 500 INR for admission and 100 INR to photograph the collections. The total cost in about $10. I took a few hundred photos. I’ll write more about it and post photos when I return from the dentist this evening. I am cooling down and my clothes are drip drying.

I left for the dental office at 2:50 yesterday. The trip took twenty minutes. I was there with Dan Brown’s Inferno until 7:00. The ride back to the hotel took 40 minutes because of the traffic. I saw the dentures that I will wear until I return to have my implants loaded. They are white and perfect, the exact opposite if the ones that my dentist made for me at home. I was told then that dentures didn’t come in a whiter shade.

It is almost 6:00 here and the house crows are announcing the beginning of a new day.

Indian House Crow

Indian House Crow

They are smaller than our crows, unafraid of people and differently colored. I have heard a sporadic horn instead of the usual cacophony outside. I need to check out before I leave for my 11:00 dental appointment. I’ll stow my luggage in Glenn’s room today. I hired a driver to take me to the airport for 700 INR (about $10) tonight. It is a one hour trip at 10:00 P.M. My flight leaves at 2:25 but I want to see if I can book an earlier return to the US at the Delta desk so I won’t need to clear customs in Amsterdam. I don’t know when Glenn sees the dentist today. He had a root canal done yesterday. I don’t want to take a “drip” since I won’t have a shower of my own or time for my clothes to dry. We did plan dinner later if he is up to it. I’ll change into my cool weather clothes this evening. I brought jeans and a long sleeve top with me. Time to shower before breakfast so that my hair will dry. There are no hair dryers in the rooms here.

crowded streets

crowded streets

I have a little time before breakfast to record a few interesting observations. This city is very dirty due to its poverty and over-population. Everyone must drink bottled water so there are plastic bottles everywhere. The resources and infrastructure cannot support a population of twenty million souls. There is also much wealth here in areas like Bandra West, Mumbai’s gold coast, with its mansions, malls and Rolls Royce limos. The climate is tropical, but I have seen no mosquitoes, few flies and no vermin. The birds are mostly scavengers and I have seen no small reptiles. There are only cats, dogs and cows here. I have more flies in my house when I cook meat. I need to ask the Great Google about this.

The answer is that the insects, like flies and mosquitoes, are well controlled here.

I left the hotel on Thursday in a beat up old taxi with A/C and a bad transmission driven by a man who had ferried me often between the hotel and the dental clinic. I had negotiated a rate of 700 Rupees (about $9.50) for the nearly one hour drive. airport-385294_1280Aryan delivered me at Terminal 2, the International terminal at Chhatrapati Shivaji International Airport at 10:45. I paid him 1000 Rupees (about $16), very reasonable by US standards for an airport transfer, but a very good days work for him. Aryan drove me by the outskirts of one of the largest slums in Mumbai on the way to airport. The experience at night is surreal. It rather reminded me of a few of the more ‘hellish’ scenes from “Apocalypse Now”.

Chhatrapati Shivaji has two huge ultra modern Terminals. abstract-1415034_1280It shames every US airport that I have visited. Leaving the country is almost as difficult as entering. There were long queue lines everywhere and it took me two hours to reach the departure lounge. Jet Airways is an Indian owned partner of Delta and KLM. It owns a modern fleet of Airbuses. I flew on one that could hold up to 475 passengers. I was almost pinned to the seat during takeoff by the thrust of its four engines. We departed Mumbai on schedule at 2:25 A.M. (about 5 P.M. EST, 19 May). The route included flyovers of Pakistan, Afganistan, Iran, Iraq, and Turkey at 38,000 feet.

We arrived in Amsterdam around 7 A.M. CEST (10:30 in Mumbai and 1:00 A.M. in Detroit). I picked up my checked bag after a long wait and made my way through Dutch immigration and customs to the KLM counter and another queue line. I was able to buy a ticket for a flight leaving at 1:20 yesterday, May 20. We left on time which was 1:20 P.M. CEST, then almost 4:00 P.M. in Mumbai and 6:30 A.M. in Detroit.

We landed in Detroit around 3:30 EST. Arriving passengers must go through immigration, customs and another security check by DHS including scans of all checked through baggage. The DHS officer asked me if I had any agricultural products and other things on my bags from India. I told him that I had some spices and an amethyst geode.

amethyst geode

amethyst geode

He had no idea what a geode is, and seemed genuinely curious, so I found it my bag and opened it for him. I was hoping that he would ask me about the source of the spice. I would have told him that it is the worm. I had my third body scan of the day and found the gate for my connection to Atlanta. I arrived back in Charleston in the rain on May 20 at 10:20 P.M., still the same day that I left India and only about 21.5 hours later, but more than thirty hours in real time. I had traveled more than 10,000 miles with four lauches and and landings. I finally went to bed at 2:00 this morning but awoke at 6:00 anyway. I have showered and washed my hair, had breakfast out, did the grocery shopping, did two loads of laundry, some hand washing and cleaned the kitchen floor. Everything is unpacked and put away and it is only 1:00 P.M. here, but it is 7:00 P.M. in Amsterdam and 10:30 P.M. in Mumbai. Hey Burnsy: g’night Mate. Maybe I should try to sleep now, too.

This end our adventure in Mumbai, India with Ms Gina Marie Stanley. Ms Stanley is an exceptionally fine chronicler of her travels and adventures. She lives in West Virginia.
A CAMPAIGN OF LIES AND LIARS by Milt Hankins

A CAMPAIGN OF LIES AND LIARS by Milt Hankins

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THE PERIL OF ELECTING DONALD TRUMP PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES

C’mon, folks! Is it really possible to accept a congenital, pathological liar as a serious contender for the presidency of the United States? How could one recognize Trump’s truth if he surrounds himself with surrogates who are liars, too?

Marco Rubio once said, “The party is about to be taken over by a “con artist.”  As a matter of fact, it has! Now, Rubio is cautiously supporting Donald J. Trump for the presidency.  He’s certainly not supporting the democratic nominee, so was he lying when he called Trump a “con artist?” or what he’s saying now that he has embraced Trump?

What gives here? What’s with, among others, Governor Chris Christie?  He once advised, “Everybody else can figure out what they think is outrageous or not outrageous — in the context of Donald, outrageous is a high bar.” Then, almost in the blink of an eye, he was standing on the stage with Trump like he desperately wants to join a Trump ticket…or at least be associated and identified with Trump!

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Then, there’s Governor Rick Perry who, in a fiery speech, “criticized Trump for almost all of his recent controversies. For example, Trump ignited a media firestorm last weekend when he initially questioned Sen. John McCain’s (R-Arizona) war record before acknowledging him as a war hero “because he was captured.” McCain’s plane was shot down during the Vietnam War, and he spent more [than] five years captive.

“Donald Trump was born into privilege,” Perry said. “He received deferments to avoid service in Vietnam. He breathes the free air thousands of heroes died protecting. And he couldn’t have endured for five minutes what John McCain endured for five and a half years.”

“But most telling to me is not Mr. Trump’s bombast, his refusal to show any remorse for his comments about Senator McCain, but his admission that there is not a single time in his life that he sought the forgiveness of God,” he added. “A man too arrogant, too self-absorbed, to seek God’s forgiveness is precisely the type of leader John Adams prayed would never occupy the White House.”white-house-1022633_1280

Now, it appears that Governor Rick Perry would be delighted to join a Trump ticket.

Any other candidate in any prior presidential campaign, I recall, who said the things that Trump says and did the things Trump does would be dismissed out-of-hand by his party.donald-j-trump-1390201_1280

C’mon, folks! Our country is in peril.  There is the possibility that a man who says one day that he thinks “Japan and South Korea should develop nuclear weapons”; and within a week, in a campaign rally, denies he ever said it!  And, think, he’s now being supported by some of his original opponents who called him “a con man,” and worse!

I’ve been called lots of things, but I don’t believe I’ve ever been called an “alarmist,” but, frankly, I’m alarmed!  I’m more than alarmed.  I’m scared to death that Donald J. Trump might become the forty-fourth President of the United States, have access to the nuclear codes, while he knows little to nothing about how our government works, the ins-and-outs of international diplomacy, and boasts that he’ll know about these things when he needs to know them!

If, in November, 2016, Donald Trump is elected President of the United States, what have we come to?  But more so, where will we be headed?

Milt Hankins is the publisher and editor of columnistwithaview.com. He is a retired minister, writer, editor and publisher. He writes a weekly op-ed column for the Huntington (WV) Herald-Dispatch. He is the author of ASHES ON THE SNOW (short stories) and A SENSIBLE THEOLOGY FOR THINKING PEOPLE.
ADVENTURES IN MUMBAI, INDIA (Part II) by Gina Marie Stanley

ADVENTURES IN MUMBAI, INDIA (Part II) by Gina Marie Stanley

I just returned from dinner with Glenn at the Cafe Mocambo which is very near our hotel. It is a very small air-conditioned restaurant with fewer than eight tables and sixteen chairs.  The restaurant serves everything from Italian food, sea food, Chinese food and lamb chops. Glenn had lamb chops and described them as some of the best that he has ever eaten which is high praise from a sheep-eating Aussie. I had penne pasta with basil and tomato-based gravy.  It was good. I had not eaten for more than twelve hours and I couldn’t eat any more rice and curry tonight. The pasta was a nice change. I’ll take that ferry ride tomorrow. I’ll choose the luxury cruise even if it does cost 150 rupees (about $2.50). I also intend to see the caves at Elephanta.

Indian River Ferry

Indian River Ferry

I visited Elephanta Island, also known as Gharapuri, with Glenn and several thousand Indians today. It was 40 degrees C (104F). We rode one of several dozen ferries which crossed the 10 kilometers of the Arabian Sea from the

Gateway of India

Gateway of India

Gateway of India, a monument in Mumbai harbor next to the Taj Mahal Hotel, to Elephanta Island. There are several caves high on the island which were hewn from solid basalt stone sometime between the third century BC and the 5th century AD by persons unknown. There are Hindu and Buddhist temples on the island but the temple dedicated to Shiva is the largest of them. The Portugese desecrated the temples in the 16th Century. They were partially restored in the 1970’s and they are now a UNESCO World Heritage site.

We left the hotel at 9 and took a taxi to the Taj Mahal, a one hundred year old five star luxury hotel with 560 rooms and 44 suites, located just to the south in Colaba. The Taj was heavily damaged in the 2008 terrorist attack against Mumbai. At least 167 people died in the hotel during the attack. There is a tower located adjacent to the original building built in the 1970s.

Taj Mahal Hotel

Taj Mahal Hotel

The docks were full of the usual hustlers who target westerners. The round trip ride cost 180 INR apiece (about $3). The ferry ride lasted about an hour each way because the ferries must use channels which are not direct routes. I estimate that each ferry carried about 80 passengers and it was not equipped with life jackets or other flotation devices in the event of an accident. We passed Indian navy warships and many vessels large and small on the way. I was able to gain a real sense for the first time of the size of Mumbai. It is vast and the skyline stretches for miles along the shoreline of the Arabian Sea.

Mumbai Skyline

Mumbai Skyline

We arrived at the dock of Elephanta Island and took the small train from disembarkation point to the village. The ride cost 5 INR each (about 7 cents). There is very long stone stairway from the water’s edge up the hillside to the caves, I imagine the builders wanted to get closer to God. The climb is one huge bazaar with stalls on either side of the stairway. We passed several very friendly monkeys, two goats with swollen udders and a young bull. We paid the 500 INR (about $8) admission fee charged non Indians. Indians pay 30 INR or about half a dollar US. They pay taxes here, and it is their country. Besides, $8 isn’t much money for me.

Elephanta Island Monument to Shiva

Elephanta Island Monument to Shiva

The main cave is about 100 meters by 60 meters in size with many round columns supporting the roof. Many people nakedly stared at me on the island, and several asked Glenn to photograph them with me. They were either impressed with my height or thought me to be someone important. We will ask Pan Singh why I attract so much attention here. We walked through all of the caves, made our way back to earth from heaven and returned to Mumbai by ferry drenched in sweat. I jumped in the shower fully clothed. I am cool now and my clothes are hanging in the shower to dry.

Gina Marie Stanley is an adventurer, traveler and diarist. She lives in West Virginia.
ADVENTURES IN MUMBAI, INDIA (Part I) by Gina Marie Stanley

ADVENTURES IN MUMBAI, INDIA (Part I) by Gina Marie Stanley

Mumbai Skyline

Mumbai Skyline

I went to Mumbai (formerly Bombay) to have extensive oral and sinus surgery. The first week was taken up mostly by surgical procedures and recovery.  Following is a diary-like account of my time in this huge city with some random facts thrown in.

[Editor’s Note]  I have performed minor typographical editing on Ms. Stanley’s observations; otherwise it’s pretty much as she submitted it from Mumbai.  Ms. Stanley graciously gave me permission to edit and publish the following account.]

My chin and jaw are grotesquely swollen this morning. It started setting in yesterday afternoon. The gums are also very swollen now. I have maxillary surgery scheduled at 4:00 this afternoon. It will be even more invasive due to the sinus lift needed.

It’s the beginning of my second week in Mumbai. There is a noticeable reduction in the amount of swelling after a steroid injection last night. I do have visible bruising on my chin, though. I have another appointment for post surgery follow up this afternoon. I am very impressed with my surgeon. He seems to be highly skilled, and he is genuinely caring person. He gently cleaned the inside of my mouth and my face after each surgery. In the US, those tasks would not have been performed by doctors. By the way, all surgery assistants are male here. There is female office staff and my dentist is female but that is it. Everyone else is male.

I’ll likely spend the day until my appointment in my room. I have a very thick Dan Brown novel purchased used from a book stall for $3. It is hardback. I have learned that the literacy rate in Mumbai is nearly 90%. There are many book stalls on the streets that sell only books. sikh-897859_1280According to my young Sikh friend, Babu, education for poor children is free in Mumbai but only Hindi is taught in public school. If children want to learn English they must pay to attend private schools or for tutoring. He also explained that there are twenty-two official languages spoken in India and more than 1,500 mother tongues still spoken. My belief was that all writing was Sanskrit-based, but many written languages in northern India are Urdu-based. The Indian subcontinent is vast with many climate zones and there are tens of thousands of small villages in rural India. On a map, Goa seems to be nearby, but the reality is that it a ten hour train ride. Babu is from a city that is twenty-two train hours distant from Mumbai.

I just learned that there are 1000 men for every 870 women in Mumbai. There are roughly 20,000,000 people here. Do the math.

I just returned from my most recent trip to the dentist. Today’s trip was more adventurous than usual. The taxi driver had an idea how to locate the section of Malabar Hills known as Kemp’s corner but he had no idea where the dental office was located. He drove more than a kilometer in the wrong direction before I managed to get him stopped. He knew no English and I don’t speak a word of his language whatever that might be. I ended up walking back to the clinic in the 90 degree heat. The dentist took impressions for the temporary dentures that will be given before I return to Mumbai after the end of the forthcoming rainy season. The dentures made by my dentist in Huntington (WV), whom I shall not mention by name, have never fit correctly and made sores in my mouth. I had them relined when they were only two months old.  The bill was $400; a bill I will never pay! My surgeon gave me another steroid injection to deal with the swelling. I imagine that I will look as normal as I can without any teeth tomorrow. Happily, I am more than 8,000 miles from home, and I don’t know anyone who will photograph me and post the photo on Facebook!

When I returned to the hotel, I had new prescriptions to fill. There is only one pharmacy in the area and it is poorly stocked. The store is probably about 12 feet by 16 feet in size. There are multiple paper merchants on both sides of every street in the area, but only one little tiny pharmacy. There is a 7-11 on every corner in Bangkok, where I spent some time a few years back and a pharmacy somewhere on every block. I have not seen a single 7-11 anywhere in Mumbai. Maybe that is because there was a terrorist attack here on July 11, 2006. The Indian press called it 7/11. Anyway, I was able to get my prescriptions filled. I have no need to visit the dentist tomorrow, but I doubt that I’ll leave the hotel even though I don’t know anyone here.

I did take a walk this morning. There are more banks in this section of Mumbai than any other business, including paper merchants. They are not large banks but there are many dozens of them. I did find the Hermes store, but I didn’t go in. I have no reason to believe that the line costs less here than elsewhere.

I was looking for the Cafe Leopold and Gate to India and the Taj Mahal. The Tajtaj-mahal-hotel-390779_1280 is the Tata-owned hotel attacked by Pakistani terrorists in November 2008. I did find the naval yard and had no problem finding my way back to the hotel using a different route. I returned drenched in sweat, though.

I met Glenn, the Aussie man next door, this morning. He is also a dental patient with the same clinic. He seems like a nice enough “bloke”, and likely less dangerous than Babu who is only 31 and has sex on his mind. He knows my age but doesn’t seem deterred. Could that be because there are so few women in Mumbai? Glenn is 50ish and seems harmless. I learned from him that the minimum wage in Australia is $23 an hour. Aussies don’t tip because there is no need for working people there to supplement the wages of other working people in that way. I had to explain the need to do so here. Australia has not embraced supply side economics. Maybe I’ll ask him to take the ferry ride with me on Sunday, teeth or no teeth. I’ll take a taxi to the Taj then. The quality of the shops improves the closer one gets to Colaba. The Indian Navy is located there, so there is probably more money to be spent. Its presence did not deter the terrorists though.

I had dinner with my new Aussie “mate” last night. I had Dum Aloo which is potato in curry gravy and rice. I was able to mash the potato and mix it and the gravy with the rice. “Aloo” means potato. Glenn is a working nurse in a small town in Queensland, one of Australia’s Territories on its eastern coast. He lives in a part of Queensland that is temperate. Right now it is winter there and cold. I learned much about the difficulty of controlling introduced species, plant or animal, into an environment where they are not native and about life in rural Australia. We both have appointments this afternoon, mine at 3:00 and his at 3:30 and we will share a taxi. I have met many interesting people here.

Presently, there is a group of young Germans here. I have had also had conversations with Scots transplanted to Australia.

A young Indian journalist stopped into a cafe one day while I was there. She was meeting a French crew to film an interview of a local politician. Pan Singh would not serve her a requested beverage because she was not a guest of the hotel. I asked if she could be my guest and if he would serve her then and he did. She is part of India’s middle class. Mumbai has a large middle class of university-educated people and a large number of very wealthy people but also millions of poor people who come here from the rural areas of India to work so they can earn cash to send home to support their families. My guess is that it is one of the reasons why there are many more men than women here. The men are the sons who must now support their extended families due to the loss of their father. India is a patriarchy where any job is first reserved for men and where labor is undervalued and everything is labor intensive. No women work in this tiny boutique hotel even though the staff is large. There are usually three men at the front desk and a door man. The dining room can only seat sixteen at a time but there are always four wait staff.  There are three men responsible for cleaning the nine rooms on my floor. This hotel employs many people who work very hard for little pay. I suppose that the Indian economy must work this way because of its huge population, but I am bothered by it.

Patriot Ghandi

Patriot Ghandi

I walked over to the Back Bay and met an English speaking taxi driver with air-conditioning who offered a two hour tour for 200 INR (about $3 US). I toured the house where Gandhi lived for seventeen years between 1917 and 1934. I also visited a beautiful Krishna Temple.iskcon-485467_1280 I was soaked with sweat when I returned, so I jumped into the shower fully-clothed and then hung my clothes in the shower to dry. It is 95 degrees today with 70% humidity. I’ll rest in my room until my afternoon dental appointment.

Gina Marie Stanley is a woman of many talents. She recently went to Mumbai, India to have oral and sinus surgery. She shared extensive notes of her experiences and graciously gave us permission to edit and share them with our readers. Ms. Stanley lives in West Virginia.
SPECIAL EDUCATION by Beth Rankin

SPECIAL EDUCATION by Beth Rankin

“Your daughter needs special education.”

My parents were a bit confused because my teacher had a Southern accent and the word came out “spatial.” My father, who was very attentive to the advances NASA was making in the early 1960s wondered why I was singled out for some kind of advanced scientific education.

Albert Einstein

Albert Einstein

I was in fourth grade and was doing horribly, getting failing grades and being sent to the principal’s office because I had not done my work. I was bored. Horribly bored. So I gave up.

classroom-510228_1280My elementary school, built in the late 1950s to support the population of the post-World War II cookie-cutter residential neighborhood, was planned for a population that was smaller than existed by the time I got to first grade. The administration compensated for the problem by have a class and a half for each grade. In both 1st and 2nd grade I was in a first/second grade classroom. In 3rd grade I was in a third/fourth classroom.

It may have been tough on the teacher but what happened for me is that I learned to pay attention because the teacher could only give half the time to the designated grade for the curriculum that needed to be covered and could not take the time to give repeated instruction. I learned to work independently of her guidance or with my study partner if I needed some help. I also benefited by hearing the other grade in advance or behind, as a reinforcement for what I would be learning or had been taught the year before.

Then in 4th grade I was assigned to the straight 4th grade class and things slowwwwwwed down. The pace was horrible and the teacher repeated instructions as many as four times. I stopped paying attention to the first three.  I “heard” it without listening.bored-16811_1280

Because I got my work done quickly, albeit incorrectly, she released me from the classroom to go work on other projects. I remember escaping to the storage closet to work on a puppet show. I do not remember her sitting me down about incorrect work, just several visits to the principal’s office.  I felt shame but also seemed unable to make any change.

With a horrible report card partially through the first half of the year and then continuation of the pattern, my parents got involved. That is when they were told I needed special education.  I suppose today I would have been placed in a gifted and talented program to supplement the classroom work. Instead, when school started again in January I found myself moved across the hall to Mrs. Haskelkorn’s classroom, the mixed third/fourth grade classroom.

She was not particularly happy because when my parents raised the issue, the principal decided to move three of my classmates as well. So now her class, which already had the challenge of teaching two grades, had four more kids. These were kids that each had demonstrated some level of a loss of aptitude over their previous years, although my parents were the only ones who got involved to push for help.

I remember the first test vividly. It was a spelling test and I was a whiz at spelling. I always got 100%. It was on homonyms (homophones): words that sound the same but are spelled differently and have different meanings. So, Mrs. Haskelkorn started the test by giving the instructions and then said the first word. But I hadn’t been paying attention. I was waiting for the repeat ad nauseum the other teacher had done.  I thought quickly. What I THOUGHT she had said was “I will say the word and then a sentence. You write it the other way.”

Oh sure, like a fourth-grade teacher is going to do THAT to a bunch of kids. But there I was proudly writing it on purpose the opposite of the way it was given in the sentence.

I got a big fat ZERO for my effort.zero-706875_640

That was the last time I didn’t pay attention.

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Mrs. Haskelkorn retired to Florida and my parents visited her several times. She had forgiven them after getting to know me and saw how well I did with the right level of stimulation and expectation of quality work effort. When she died, her family mailed my mom all the postcards that she had saved; mail I had sent over the years when we traveled. I have no idea if she had others from other students, but it sure made me feel very “special”.

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308083_259534974087419_983851575_nParenting is not a spectator sport. You MUST get involved in your child’s life if you

see something is not going as well as you expect.

Beth Rankin is an entrepreneur, blogger, and writer who lives in McMinnville, Oregon.