Father's Day

 Happy Father's Day.  Jack Magee, my father, had quite an obituary, many honors, holder of a National office for many years, Veteran, and driver of the St. Dominic Savio bread truck.  He was a good man.  And maybe at his best as a retired guy who drove other retired guys around the city, sharing extra from one place to others who needed it.

I have to admit, i have no idea how to write this post.  So I took a very long boda boda ride to visit Ronald and his family.   And of course to see Magee. When I got there jonathan, the 3-year-old wandered out of the hut in a cardinal shirt. Magee soon followed in the Minnie Mouse dress.  It fit!!!! Score one for my powers of extrapolation.

I had told Ronald that food was not necessary.  So of course we had irish potatoes, warnermelon, Ugandan doughnuts and Orange Fanta.  Luckily I talked Ronald and his wife Catherine into NOT sending me home with a chicken.  For those of you who want to laugh, imagine me holding an upside down chicken on my lap for thirty minutes while trying my best not to fall off a motorcycle.

I pray a lot for Ronald and my friends in Uganda.  It is tough here for there are too few jobs for a nation of hardworkers. This is a country where people sweep the dirt and mop every morning to make things look better for just one day. The wind brings the dirt back each day.

  I thought about my own troubles. And that 3 year period where I just wandered and each moment of hope  was pulled away in the last minute. Luckily a savior named Pat Waddell yanked me out of the abyss with her recogniton and kindness. I sat in Ronald's house and looked at his wall of bricks each put their there by his own hand. All of a sudden Cecelia Marten was singing to 150 of the best people I know.

      "Momma cut out pictures of houses for years, from Better Homes and Garden Magazines, plans were drawn and concrete poured, nail by nail, and board by board, Daddy gave life to mama's dreams."

The House tjat Built Me--Miranda Lambert

I hope that Magee and Jonathan love that house as much as Mary, Tom, Katie and I loved 5919 Holyoke.  Last night we had a wonderful dinner at the home of Julius and Ketty and got to see 2 of their three,  Carol and Micah.  For those of you who know, why I love Micah.   Could it simply be a coincidence??

As our day grew to a close Ronald thanked me for supporting him.  I thought this is like Lila thanking me for teaching her math or Camilla thanking me  for bringing joy, William thanking me for being a gentlemen. You get the picture.  I am blessed. I could write this paragraph 100 times with different names and different talents.  To all my students, it was something you always had, if I did anything it was simply to shine a light or lift up the bushel.

Tomorrow on Father's Day for the first time in a long time, I will not be sad.  I will thank God for the life he has given me, the Father he gave me, the cross that was meant for me to carry and the friends along the way. Also thanks to my "sons and daughters", I LOVE YOU more than you know.

John

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In Praise of Older Women

 I feel sorry for young people as they might never get to see the wonderful sisters I have known who dedicate their life to the poor and the education of children.  We are losing some of the best ones, because the generation older than me or the half generation older than me, have ssen some extraordinary sisters. Sr. Carol Lehmkuhl in East St. Louis who really helped mold some Loyola Men  For whatever reason, we have not seen younger people take on this cause.

I purposely stay at Palm Gardens which is part of the Comboni Sisters grounds.  Maybe just a small bit of my lodging money will go to keep their programs intact.  90% of you that have had souvenirs from me got them from a shop called Wawoto Kacel.  Women brutalized by the LRA and shunned by their villages have found their home here.  Wawoto Kacel means in the Lwo language, "Together We Walk."

The other day at breakfast i met a sister, Sister Dorina and she encouraged me to visit their school. The school is entirely made up of students who were street kids and lived distressing, violent lives.  I now  have pictures so please look to your right and see how small these  wonderful kids are.

All the children of the school rose together and were  led by an able eleven?year old Choir master.  Together they sang me a wonderful josh Groban tune.  One of them told me he wanted to be a pilot. I encouraged them to hold on to their dreams and working hard in school, is one way to achieve them.  As part of the tour, they showed me the dormitory where every bed was perfectly made and all of the clothes neatly folded and put away.  When we left Sister Dorina took the hand of a small boy and they walked and talked together on the way back to Palm Gardens.  We were soon joined by five of the others, older kids, who had a basket to pick up the mangoes. I was too slow with my camera to capture sister and the young boy, but I will never forget that image.  A young child who until recently  probably had nothing, now has the hand of a kind and very understanding " grandmother".

Aliker David Martin and St. Sylvester

 When a Ugandan tells you it will only tale 30-45 minutes to get somewhere DOUBLE IT. I i thought I could handle A32 45 minute. Boda ride. If I was allowed to stop occasionally and stretch my legs.  Well I handled it there and back and it was well worth the slight uncomfortableness.   

  We left Gulu, headed past Layibi and headed toward Olwach.  The UNRA had kilometer markers on this road so I could least see how far we had been traveling.  At one time David pointing to a small path/ road and told me he could have taken that. Because it goes right past the school. So I thought oh great we're 400 meters from the school.  There's a lot longer, we ran into three young students in very bright blue and yellow school uniforms.  Much like Noah seeing the dove, i understood. We were at least as close as  three 7 year olds could walk.

I hope that you can get to facebook and see the song, the students greeted with me with. It was quite humbling, please don't dwell on my appearance.   This song is by itself. So if you see seven or eight pictures posted together, it is not with them.

I am joining Sister Dorina this morning and she is showing me a school that the Colombini sisters of Italy have started for kids that live on the street. So this might have to be a shorter post, and I still wish I knew how to add pictures. They are also on my facebook page.  If you have trouble finding them let me know in the comments.

So St. Sylvester is a school that my friend Aliker David Martin started on land next to his childhood home.  The stidents were wonderful and I co-taught a class on place value.  My students will remember my 3 x 6 example and my what is 46 x 5 question.  After the lessons, David and I walked and he told me the history of his family, he shared their successes and their failures and how Ugandan people judge the infidelity and mistakes of others.  I met David's mother a strong woman who used a walking stick but also toiled several hours each day digging with the plants.  Whatever the family history, the fact that it had produced david my friend who had built a school, tells me the end of a very good story.  Aliker (btw i call him all three names when i'm with him also) had done something incredible to honor his family and his community.  

David told me that he would have been in real trouble if he had brought me all the way to the school and we did not visit his mother. They were going to present me with a chicken  to thank me for the visit.  I already somewhat feared the the long motorcycle ride home but with a chicken, it's trapped upside down to the handle bars would certainly not  lessen my anxiety.  

I told him to give a teacher the chicken but he assured me word would get back to his mother and that would be bad for both of us.  David I had chosen kindness when he hired some of his teachers.  I thought  surely they would welcome a chicken dinner.  Winner winner.

On the road back I was struggling somewhat and realized Aliker  was one of my favorite ugandans to have a beer with and we should stop before we get home and raise a couple of Niles together.    

David found a better place where he knew the owner, Brian and his wife. Brian was sitting 15 feet away from us with three friends.  They said something to us in lwo and david laughed.  They said we should cook them the chicken now. I told them I would gladly give them the chicken. The chicken  had already startled me once on the way home when out of nowhere, she decided to ruffle her feathers and send a few in the air as she squawked loudly.  We were still a bit from town. And  the idea of traveling through the somewhat busy streets of gulu with the chicken Did not appeal to me.

Hello from the other side

 What a wonderful start to the day.  3 years ago when I tried pen pals between Ugandan and American students, things did not always go well. So why not try again? 

I did remember some young student expressing disappointment that the letters for me.Ugandans were only from boys.  I do not remember who told me that.But your message got through.  So the top girls' school in Gulu is thought to be Sacred Heart Secondary School and I dressed the part my favorite teaching shirt and a tie.  

Sister Helen is still the head teacher and she greeted me, "Big John, you are welcome here." and we sat and talked about the old days of invisible children and teachers we'd both have known.  Sister Helen is not only the head teacher of Sacred Heart she has also started her own school in town for children who were falling through the cracks.  John Gabriel you have some catching up to do.

She introduced me to a wonderful math teacher named Vincent and soon Vincent and I were off to see some classrooms snd talk of mathematics. It was great because we were soon  joined buy five S6 students imcluding the Head girl.  They enjoyed my enthusiasm. So of course, I showed them the sum and product method of solving quadratics.  Hopefully there a St. Gabriel student reading this that has seen me geek out on math and my enthusiasm for teaching students wonderful new things.  These girls were wonderful, and I soon had them participating in a solution of a problem and finding, of course, that half of eleven sixths is of course eleven twelfths.  Hopefully, I remember to add their picture to Facebook so you can see them.  When we debriefed on the problem Vincent asked me if all teachers in America write upside down.  

Several hours later, I returned to sacred heart with 79 different pages of St. Gabriel's student names.  I asked for 10 volunteers and of course, 25 students. Immediately surrounding me wanting to be the first to start their letters.  "You have Amaya Bellon, I said she loves to draw and is very talented." The S1 student smiled broadly and held the the single piece of paper high. ( big thanks to Rick Lundak for snapping pictures so all of these students could see a picture of their new  American friends). For two  and a half hours i handed out papers and took pictures of the Ugandans and said things like, "You have Lucia,  she works super hard and is talented in all she tries."  There was only supposed to be 85 students in the room. But I bet you there was a hundred and thirty. And I only had a 79 names. So a couple of you,  might have two pen pals and I am hoping Mrs. Slama and others will help me find kind studebts who are curious and want to hear what Ugandans are doing.

I had, I brought a water bottle along because I knew it was going to be a long night. But the enthusiasm of the Sacred Heart girls  prevented me from taking even 15 seconds away from the task at hand.  Collecting papers at the end of the night,  was tough because the students wanted to keep writing and did not want to stop. Much like the end of an algebra test.  "Who has Adelaide Weller please turn in hour letter, who has Molly Cochran this is your third request."  I will come home with about 105 pieces of gold in my carry on bag and maybe we will have a pizza party in the cafeteria to hand out letters.  

It is almost time for breakfast but one more story.  Several S4 students came into the hall when we were leaving.  There was a tall girl wearing a green Mountain Dew sweater, that contrasted greatly, with the red and pink uniforms worn by the rest of the students. Knowing students I believe it was intentional1. She boldly came up to me and  informed me that she would be in america in two years working at an airport. I encouraged to hold on to that dream and pursue it.  It was funny because she followed me and Vincent back to the staff room but did not dare come inside, she kind of hid behind the portal of the door and just smiled.  So add one more student to  you prayer list.

So many times these students come into my heart for just a brief moment and they are wonderful, they are curious, they will work hard to accomplish their goals. So I just pray. Luckily I have a helper now.   Mom, please watch over these ones she will be easy to spot, she is tall and you always had a soft spot in your heart for the tall ones.

THANKS TO ALL THOSE AT SACRED HEART. and to Anne Hatahaway and Leo McGarry for encouragement and inspiration on a night filled with insomnia.

I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When hope was high and life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving

Lesson Plans

     How do I teach my students what I have learned in the last week in Gulu.  Maybe I start with an article I read, about how towns in America are adopting World Cup teams with open arms. (The article is on my FB page).  The sisters of St. Joseph pride themselves on providing " a place of extraordinary welcome".  I hope Dory or Lyla or CC stumble upon these words because you have the ability to make those welcomed happen.  There was sometimes more energy in you then, the rest of the eighth grade combined.

I think about the wonderful dinner Ronald just made for the five of us or how Aliker David shared Nile beers with me or more importantly the camraderie of his good friends. Laughter between old friends is the best...sometimes with Fool's Overture playing in the background. 

     So you found your solution,

     What would be your last contribution

I just realized that Paul and Nanci are my St. Louis Ugandans.  In a tough year, they always knew when to call and give me that extraordinary welcome.  The two of them always come running to the door, wagging their tails, and acting like this is the 6 time they met me (okay that is actually the dogs but Paul and Nanci do the same in human terms)

Who do I give the extraordinary welcome to?

....I'm thinking......

Well I told Leysen and Marianna, the couple from Cuba who I i'm told I would take him out to dinner when I got back.  I have to hear More about two people who traveled over land so i'm chile to are southern border.

And I i am going to take the Nerinx girls out to dknner, I so value their humor and their friendship.  Their love and support  have been a constant for more than twenty years. All will be excited to be there except maybe Holly ( maybe this'll change her mind).

The thing is I am going to be in Uganda for ten more days and I know more extraordinary welcomes will happen.

And each in their own way, will give me something to teach my students,  the lesson plans will write themselves.

Ronald

        Some time in your future, a good man or a good woman, is going to suggest something to you.They're going to really encourage you to try.  They are going to  recognize something in you,  a talent or a passion, and direct you somewhere. A task ...a request.

Do it.

A teacher and I think his name is Josh Robinson told me about the wonderful time, he had at Atanga Secondary School and of a student he was teaching named Kwoyelo Ronald.  He told me next year. You need to go to Atanga and teach.  I have not seen Josh since he gave me this advice.  Right now, he's probably coaching girls soccer in Northern Illinois maybe we can find him through the power of the internet.   

I met Kwoyelo Ronald the next summer as a student. He did not disappoint.  In fact, Ronald has never disappointed me since the day I have met him.  Disappoint  is an interesting word. Because the world has not been kind to Ronald. when I think of this young man,  So many disappointments have been heaped on this young man.  

And still he rises.

Ronald overcame several hurdles to become a teacher.  Even though on his journey, he had to take a step or 2 off his dream path to provide income for his family.  He was finally settled in and was a teacher And if you know ronald like I know ronald he was putting all of his time and his considerable talents into giving his best to his students.

Meanwhile, far far and away from Ronald some men (and unfortunately they are always men) decided they would make decisions about things, they knew nothing about.  The DOGE boys decided we do not need USAID.   The rippl effects of those decisions made by unserious men in a serious matter made their way to Gulu.  Ronald was teaching in a school that needed more teachers,  there were forty three on the staff.  Because the money dried up, the staff went from 43 to 21.  Ronald and his cohorts did what ronald always does, kept working,  kept teaching, kept giving their best. Alas, in a second round of cuts Ronald was let go.   

A math problem. What percentage of the US annual spending was USAID?  And if you took that percentage away from John Magee's height, how tall would he be? ANSWER AT THE BOTTOM.

Yesterday,  we  traveled to ronald's place to see his house that he has built, enjoy food he prepared, and of course to meet his daughter .  Lagum Bridget Magee now almost six years old. Students remind me when I'm back in the classroom and you don't quite you feel like square roots today to tell you the story about this day and ronald's triumphs.  

Today in saint louis  gathered around a BBQ pit are young men talking about their houses, their mortgage rates and how they are going to make their houses better. Julius and Amos have big plans for their future and we were sitting in Ronald's front yard, enjoying the nice weather in Gulu and having a similar conversation.  If you remember from me yesterday Amos sometimes walks two and a half hours into town to save money (for perspective 5000 shillings or about $1.42) for his future. The boys talked about ronald's purchase of land for his home and their own plans for their future. It really was not that much different. Then, conversations in south saint louis, around the barbecue pit, dreaming about a better life for you and your family.

Ronald was cooking and soon brought out beans, rice, and beef for his 4 friends. It was a wonderful meal and the beef melted in my mouth like a good piece of stew meat.  I think if you would ask Ronald, when's the last time he had beef, It would be many months.  But he had it today for us, because we were his friends and his generosity for his friends were worth the sacrifices he has made.

So like most struggling Ugandans, ronald has become the master of the side hustle.  He has a motorcycle that is occasionally for hire. He has built himself a piggery and is raising the four small pigs to bring to the market.  Ronald is a quiet man, a man who always thinks of others,  a thoughtful man, and when you catch him, he is quick with a smile. And a laugh.

So thank you josh robinson for giving me the suggestion to go to Atanga and meet their head boy,  Ronald.

ANSWER: He would be 6'11".

NOTE: If you are a student or St. Gabriel's family and found this blog. Can you please direct your classmates and neighbors to this slightly different address.

A Teacher

 I come back to gulu for several reasons, one i feel like I can make some steps to help my friends and the students of Gulu.  More and more the true reason I think I come back to Gulu is the friendships i've made. And I guess the most prominent of those friendships havec been with  four young men who many years ago, i met at the same age as my current students. Amos, Ronald, Julius, and Geoffrey.

This post it's about Amos.  Since i'm in the old blog and have not figured out quite how to get to the new blog. You can probably read more stories about him.  He still struggles, and when money is tight. And he needs something in town. He walks for two and a half hours to get there.  He just smiled when he told me this story.  No complaints, just the way it is.

That is not the main story here. The main story is a young man who is in love with teaching and loves his students.  At the end of the school year, I got a little complacent, and did not wear a tie every day.  I don't think that will happen this year because a young man named Amos clearly demonstrated what professionalism is.

I fought hard this year to get three eighth grade classrooms.  So I could teach seventeen students instead of twenty three.  This morning Amos i taught a hundred and thirty fourth graders we were jumping out of their seats to get him to review their work or to answer a question.  

Amos  has only been at the school since august  and he has already been promoted to director of studies.   I have the address of his primary school Akonyibedo and I suspect we will find ways to send this school things that will help these students learn.  We had a wonderful conversation with Head Teacher at Akonyibendo, Lucy a wonderful educator and a very amicable host.

I always like to tell my students. I am a lifelong learner, and today I was taught by a wonderful teacher, my friend, Orach Amos.