Retiring to Ecuador ~ Meet these boots on the ground experts!

In early April I very enthusiastically posted here about my initial look at Ecuador as a great option for living la vida cheapo in retirement.  Apparently, we are definitely running with the herd in looking at South America.  It feels a bit like being in line at 10:00 p.m. on Thanksgiving waiting for the doors to open at Best Buy.  (I am proud to say that I have never actually been there/done that and plan to keep it that way)   There is a mass migration about to take place.   I’m not sure that is a good thing entirely, but that’s what it’s come down to for a lot of us who need to figure out how to s-t-r-e-t-c-h every last penny and feed our adventurous spirits at the same time.

We baby boomers are casting off the chains, kissing our loved ones goodbye and heading out into the great unknown in droves.  I’m in love with the idea of becoming citizens of the world.  Trying to figure out exactly what that means is a very interesting adventure in itself.  I’ve looked briefly at Panama, Uruguay, Chile, Nicaragua and even the other side of the Big Pond in the rural (cheaper) parts of Europe, Spain and Portugal.  More on these options later.

My recent Ecuador post garnered lots of comments and some great questions, including a few I hadn’t even thought of.  Obviously, I had some more digging to do – this time in the form of some very cool blogs by folks who have already planted their flip-flops on terra firma in Ecuador.   For me, nothing is better than information right from the source.

Want to know the name of the tea that cures altitude sickness?  Is the medical care really that cheap and good?  What’s the scoop on health insurance?  Do I need a car?  How do I meet other expats?  What’s the deal with petty crime?  Are all the gringos going to drive up the prices?  What’s for dinner?  Can two people really live a good life on $2,000 a month or less?  Really?  Reading through the blogs below, I found answers to all of these questions and so much more.  Their own unique stories – in their own words.  I love the very different viewpoints!

Gringos Abroad - Brian and Dena Haines are a Canadian family of three who moved to Cuenca, Ecuador in 2009.  Their blog is full of solid information about life in Cuenca and the joys and pitfalls of living the expat life.  Check out Brian’s recent post – everything you ever wanted to know about cable and internet services.  Good stuff!

 

Rich and Nancy visited Ecuador in 2008.   All it took was a one day visit to Cuenca and they were hooked.  They went back to Oregon, sold the ranch and most of their belongings, and a year later, were living in their new home in Ecuador.  They share a wealth of valuable information gleaned from three years in their new home and 20/20 hindsight.

At Travel Past 50 Tom and Kristen began their life as world travelers when they sold their

Buen Camino.

Buen Camino.

house, cars, most of their belongings, and closed their business.  They gifted their kids with the dog and hit the road.  They lived in Quito, Ecuador for quite a while and now have truly become citizens of the world.  I connected with Tom when I read a couple of very thought provoking past posts on his not always good experiences in Quito.   Tom has been kind enough to connect via email as well and I value the information he has willingly shared including his packing advice for the Camino de Santiago.  Needless to say, these guys are great role models for hubs and I.

 

Cynthia Goes To Ecuador ~  I love this friendly, chatty blog by Cynthia, who  as a “slightly older” single woman packed up and moved herself to Cotacachi, Ecuador.  By all accounts, she is settling in very nicely.   I really enjoy reading her posts -  making the big decision to go it alone, the details of down-sizing and packing for her 3,000 mile move, finding her first tiny apartment, connecting with the local community and her recent post sharing some very important and relevant information on aging and health care as a single expat.  Don’t be afraid, but be prepared.

I have no idea if Ecuador will be our final destination, but I do know that it is on the list for a long visit.   And, after connecting with so many warm, wise and helpful expats already living there, I’m pretty sure we’ll have a some new friends to raise a glass with when we get there.

See you on the road,

Nancy

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Could She Be My Spirit Animal?

A couple of weeks ago I posted about the tiny nest and four wee eggs that appeared right in the middle of my lettuce bowl.   I heard from my friends who know all things “birds” and the first thought was it was a hummingbird nest.  Finally mama bird came to sit on her eggs and from her tiny yellow beak and rather drab brown feathers, it was apparent this girl was not nearly as exotic as a hummingbird.  I (who know next to nothing about birds) figured it was a sparrow who had come to roost.  I have to admit that I was momentarily disappointed, but each time I peeked in between the romaine leaves to see her tucked in so protectively on those tiny birds-to-be, I saw how pretty she was.  Strange as it sounds, we bonded.  She began to let me hover… but not too close.

A couple of days ago, the lettuce had drooped from lack of water and I knew I had to take action.  Armed with a long necked white wine bottle, I waited until the nest was empty and tiptoed up to sprinkle a little water on the parched leaves.  Mama was off the nest, but I didn’t see she was hiding in the lettuce, and I scared her.  She jumped up onto the chair and cheep, cheep, cheeped at me.  I got a better look.  Not a sparrow.  A pretty little Junco!junco1

Although I’ve not given too much thought to the significance of spirit animals, I have friends who do.   I felt a such a strong connection to this lovely little mama bird who chose my lettuce bowl to nest that,  just for fun, I thought I would see if there was any spirit reference.

Wow!   What I found really spoke to me.  I do believe that everything happens for a reason.  Maybe this little beauty came to share some wisdom with me.  Here’s what I found on the internet about the Junco  ~ Power Animal, Symbol of Diversity and Adaptability

Junco’s medicine includes inter-species communication, diversity, wanderer, ability to survive, adaptability, expression. Junco2

Juncos belong to the American finch family – there are over 300 varieties of finch. This in itself is symbolic, showing the finches ability to multiply and reside comfortably in a wide variety of environments.

If the Junco is your power animal then you will frequently find yourself in the company of people where precious lessons about equality and communication are learned.

The Junco will bring with it increased activity and opportunity, creating movement and change in one or more aspects of your life. You will be pushed into new avenues, with your strengths enhanced, as well as your shortcomings – it will be revealed how to blend everything together in a balanced harmonious style.

Perky and sometimes bold, the junco can hold its own against many kinds of predators. If this is your power animal, adaptability and survival will be taught.

Pay attention to how you express yourself.  Are you respecting your truth and voicing it adequately, or are you talking just to hear yourself talk. If the latter is true, find the reason behind for this incessant talk, and then ask the junco to carry it away on its wings releasing it into the 4 winds. Junco3

Whether they’re from my Junco friend or not, these are some powerful ideas to consider as we are making plans for one of the biggest changes in our lives.

I think wisdom comes from many places.  I love the idea that it might come in the form of a tiny brown bird.  We’re still waiting for the babies to hatch.  I’ll keep you posted.

Cheers!

Nancy

Information on the Junco as a Power Spirit Animal came from the website Shamanic Journey

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  1. I love this post and that you found your perfect spirit animal in this very special way!! Such a gift and a joy! I can’t wait to learn all that she teaches you and see photos of your babies!
    P.S. My dad also loved juncos!

    • Thanks Kirsten. When I stopped to think about the odds of this bird making a nest in a lettuce bowl on my front porch, it seemed obvious that perhaps it was more than just a random thing. I have so much to learn. I just need to slow down and pay attention. But you already knew that!

  2. I love this! Now I want to know what my spirit animal is!! It reminds me of funny movie couples retreat! That is really amazing how you have connected with this bird. Keep us posted indeed!

  3. And the pictures nancy are so precious I feel like I know her too. Thought it was just me being so interested in my mother hens and their chicks but it’s soothing somehow. can’t wait to see the babes….

  4. I mean, really, do ya need to ask?!?!
    This is so wonderful and profound and simple and real. WOW!
    You have done it again.
    Kudos,
    Margie

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Road Trip! Burgers Across America

Joe and Doris Lindner just squeezed the mustard on the last stop of an epic road trip.  They’ve been traveling across the country…one burger joint at a time.

How fun is that?

Best Burger in Michigan according to USA Today's 2010 poll

Best Burger in Michigan according to USA Today’s 2010 poll

It all started a couple of years ago when USA Today published American Bites: 51 Great Burger Joints.  They asked local experts to name one great burger joint in each state and the District of Columbia and published the top picks for places to savor everyone’s favorite all-American sandwich.

When Joe and Doris read that article, they were in Denver visiting family and not too far away from Park Burger, the Colorado pick, so they stopped in for a bite.  On their drive home they stopped to sample three more featured burger joints in Kansas, Missouri and Tennessee.  Apparently they loved burgers and were having a great time, so (and here’s where the perfect traveling-partner-in-crime comes into play) Joe says to Doris “Let’s have some fun.  Let’s get ‘em all.”  And, instead of asking “Why?” Doris said “Why not?”

And that’s how this road trip started.

Joe and Doris are retired physicians so they had the time and, I don’t know them, but I’m guessing they have a sense of humor in addition to their sense of adventure.  I’ve heard of planning trips around visiting baseball parks, or museums, even roller coasters, and thought, not my thing.   But food…now hubs and I could get behind food themed adventures for sure.

The Lindners’ tasty trek has taken them across many miles in the past couple of years.  They hit every burger joint, stand, and restaurant on the list except one – Rhode Island.  By the time they got there, it was no longer in business.  A couple of weeks ago they savored the burgers at Village Burger Waimea in Hawaii.  It was burger joint #51 and the last stop on the list.

Good to the last bite.

Good to the last bite.

Well done, Lindners!  Well done.

See you on the road,

Nancy

Photo Credits:   Both photos are from USA Today as was the idea for this post.  Thanks for the inspiration!

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Musings From a Grandmother on a Train ~

And, finally, we’re ending our week-long celebration of Grandmother Power with this lovely guest post from traveling grandmother, Judy Romano ~

I’m on the Coast Starlight – training up to Seattle on a beautiful, sunny, May day.  This is a perfect time and place for reflection – enjoying the lush scenery, the lull of the train, my favorite music in my ears…

I’ve been a Grandmother for a little over 11 months now and it is totally awesome.  I’d heard about how grandmothering was much different than mothering – but I never really knew what that meant until I became a Grandma.

Grandma Time

Grandma Time

Yes, I was desperately in love with my son.  And yes, it was powerful, all consuming and unconditional.  And, I tried to be the perfect mother – feed him the right foods, provide all the best experiences… worrying  about everything while navigating new motherhood,  working part time and the break-up of my marriage….desperation.

Now, as Rose’s Grandma, I am head over heels in love with her, without the worries.   This is my time to accept my own imperfections and be good enough –  go for excellence over perfection. ..let go of striving and just BE her grandmother.  She doesn’t know that my voice has changed and I can no longer sing like I used to.  She seems to enjoy my somewhat hoarse singing and that feels very good to me.  She only experiences me, as me, without the shoulds.  How refreshing and life-affirming!

I’ve always believed in the power of women helping women.  But now that I am a grandmother, I’m even more determined to share my Grandmother power and energy to make this world a healthier and safer place for Rose and all the world’s grandchildren.  I raise funds with Dining for Women to support women’s education and empowerment around the world.  I support groups that are helping girls who are being sex-trafficked, right here in Portland.    I will continue to find ways to contribute that serve the world and myself – that’s my Grandmother power.

I have experienced several years of significant health challenges.  I have a new kidney, named Gracie, and I am committed to doing everything I can so we can live a very long and healthy life together.  Keeping myself healthy and vital are my highest priority – so I can contribute to my family and the world.   I find myself futurizing and thinking about how old I’ll be when Rose meets significant milestones in her life.  I want to be here for as many of them as possible – just Being her Grandma.

As “New Agey” as it may sound, the biggest gift I want to give to my granddaughter, my family and the world is finding peace within myself and sending this peace out into the world.

Judy ~

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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In Celebration of Grand Others ~

Grandmothers are pretty cool, but  if you’ve been lucky enough to have a “Grand Other” in your life, you are truly blessed.  Grand Others don’t have to love you…they just do.  They see you through the lens of their rose colored glasses.  You glow in their presence.

It’s true.  And, it is very special.

My sister is a Grand Other.  One of those wonderful “aunties” with a big loving heart

Everybody's Auntie Ann

Everybody’s Auntie Ann

and a kind helping hand for everyone she meets.   My granddaughter used to call her auntie-grandma and it suits her perfectly.   She sprinkles joy.  She listens without judgment.  She genuinely cares, and she is tireless in her giving.  She is humble and isn’t aware of her own power, but it’s there.  She will tell you that God has blessed her.  And I’m sure that’s true.  But she has passed along that blessing ten-fold.

She’s making the world a better place one person at a time.

She leads with love.  Every time.

That’s exactly what Grand Others do.

And our lives are richer because of them.

This I know for sure.

Saipan Auntie Ann

Saipan Auntie Ann

So let’s raise our glasses in a virtual toast to all the Grand Others and the Special Aunties (you Grand Others in waiting).

Thank you for all you do.  Your powerful love lights up our lives.

Cheers!

Nancy

 

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    • Thank you Christina, It has been so much fun blogging each day this week about the women who inspire me, grandmothers, grand others or grandchildren. Blessings all.

  1. Thank you, Nancy for posting this lovely article about Annie! She is truly a blessing as a person and a friend-a loving, wonderful person! I miss her very much!
    Love,
    Denise

    • Annie is a shining example of “grand others” all over the world and the difference they make in our lives.

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From Girl Power to Grandmother Power ~

I am the proud grandma of one beautiful granddaughter (Emma Rae) and four grand-pups – two basset hounds (Willis and Bailey Roo), a chihuahua mix (Cooper) and a sprointer (Cooper Dean).  I love them all dearly, but it’s Miss Emma aka Sparkles who holds a special place in this grandma’s heart.

My absolute proudest Grandma moment happened a month ago when Emma turned 9.  She’s quite a girl.  The best possible mix of her mom and dad and that includes having one crazy sense of humor and a big heart.

We don’t see each other often enough, but she absolutely melts my heart every time we get together.  My last visit was in early April to celebrate her birthday.   At this age, birthday parties are very interesting events – lots of noise, running, dancing, singing, laughing, eating and madly opening present after present after present.  Presents that are loved in the moment and lost or quickly replaced by the next shiny new thing.

Not this year.  Several months before her birthday Emma decided that instead of presents she wanted to collect money for the Humane Society.  My heart melted once again.  And, as the days ticked off until her birthday, she never wavered.  Not even for a moment.  Her mom asked, just to be sure…but she was certain.  Emma really loves dogs and she wanted to help.  It was that simple.

Emma with her certificate and special book from the Humane Society

Emma with her certificate and special book from the Humane Society

The party was a hit.  It was a dog theme of course.  Emma collected a total of $261.00 plus some doggie toys which she delivered to the shelter the very next day.

And that’s how making a difference starts.  Girl Power that will hopefully one day become Grandmother Power.

If you want to read more great grandmother posts, click on over to the grandmother blogging circle.  

 

Grandchildren are like Snowflakes ~

A guest post from fellow grandmother Margie Peters ~

Being Hazel and Teddy’s Grammy is one of my favorite identities.  And it came to me (I really had nothing to do with it past birthing their dad) just when I needed it to.

Our son had been married for several years and was in the “Mom, I Can Handle My Life Without Your Input” stage…which was accompanied by the “You Don’t Have to Hug Me Every Time You See Me” stage and the “How Did You Get This Far in Life Knowing As Little As You Do” stage.  I knew it was natural and normal for my adult son to pull away and establish his own life, but it left me with a whole lot of love and nowhere to put it.

And then Hazel was born!  All that hugging and loving I’d stored away suddenly flew out, unleashed like layers of flesh when I peel off my Spanx.

And what a love-bug she was (and still is, even at age 12).  I’d tote her around in my arms for hours, and she’d coo at me endlessly.  Diaper changes took half an hour as she lay on the table kicking with delight while we played peek-a-boo and I foobied her belly.  As a toddler, she’d drop everything and run to me with open arms — and she never stopped hugging first.

Grammy and Hazel

Grammy and Hazel

From her third birthday until she started second grade, we played endlessly, acting out the stories of Snow White and Hansel and Gretel, and Rapunzel.  She was always the star, I was always the witch. We’d laugh, sing and hug. And hug some more.

Then came Teddy.

Five years after Hazel’s birth, I was ready for another snuggle-bunny.

But this one didn’t love being held by Grammy. He wanted his diaper changes done like the pit-stops at the Indy 500 and flailed madly on the changing table yelling “no foobie”.

In all of his 7-plus years, he has never greeted me with a hug or even open arms and of course, that’s exactly what I wanted, and expected.  After all, I’m Grammy!

Now, truth be told, Teddy has never ignored me.  When I arrive for a visit, he always hides and expects me to go looking for him.  Once I discover his hideout, he asks me to play a board game or read with him or launch into another raucous game of balloon keep-away.

He loves to practice his swimming at our nearby beach, using me as his finish line.  He tells me my pasta with broccoli is his favorite, adores my Mickey Mouse pancakes and is always up for making homemade pizza with me.

But he doesn’t hug.  Or kiss.  When prodded by Mom and Dad, he’ll ram the top of his head into my hip and say, “See, I hugged her.”

This used to upset me a lot, until one day it came to me: like snowflakes, no two grandchildren are exactly alike.  Just because Hazel was a love-bug, that didn’t mean Teddy had to be one too. He just did not want to express his feelings in the traditional way I was expecting.  Something had to change, and as the adult, that something had to be me.  I had to stop expecting Teddy to be his sister.  I had to accept him where he was at and find a way to connect with my grandson.

Teddy - one cool dude!

Teddy – one cool dude!

I told him that while I would like a hug, bottom line, I just wanted to know he was happy to see me.  I asked him if there was some special “just our way” of communicating our happiness at seeing each other that would work for him.

We tried whistling, his lack of front teeth made that impossible at the time.  He rejected hand-gestures – too hard to remember.  And jazzy song riffs were too frilly.

Finally we hit upon the Ka-Kaw!  Yep!  A parrot call.

For the past couple of years, we’ve been two loony birds, squawking at greetings and partings.  Sometimes it is loud, sometimes soft, but we always Ka-Kaw. It’s our special thing.  Neither of us Ka-Kaw anyone else.

That said, I fully expect that in the not too distant future, Hazel will be less willing to snuggle with her Grammy and Teddy will tire of our squawk. And again, I will be the one who will be making the adjustments, setting aside my expectations, accepting them as being just who they are supposed to be, and finding new ways of honoring their individuality, respecting and connecting with them.

And I will love every minute of it.  After all, I’m their Grammy.

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Margie Peters is a professional writer.   She wrote/produced many of your favorite TV shows in the 1980′s and 1990′s.  Margie’s Second Act began with a move back to her beloved beach house in Massachusetts where she taught creative writing, started a beading business, dove into local non-profit endeavors, became a grandma, and nourished her soul in a beach chair on the sand.   She put writing on the shelf, but lately she’s been hearing the call again.   I’m thrilled that Margie agreed to write this beautiful essay for grandmother power week.

Passion + Purpose = One Powerful Grandmother ~

          An international grandmothers movement is underway.               Grandmothers have never worked so universally and effectively for social, economic, and political justice.


I’m honored to have been invited to participate in a blogging campaign in support of Grandmother Power.  I am truly inspired by the women I know personally and those I read about or see in the media who are so passionately and so creatively and often so quietly taking actions big and small that are making our world a better place for our children and grandchildren.  This powerful movement is sweeping around the world and I want very much to be a part of it.  Count me in!

I thought it would be fun to post grandmother stories all week.  Stories by grandmothers, stories about the unique joy of being grandmothers, and stories of amazing and brilliant grandmothers who have not only inspired me and changed my life, but are using their grandmother power to light the way for so many others.

I say we start with amazing and brilliant ~

Paola in Kenya  Photo credit - Norma Adniambo

Paola in Kenya
Photo credit – Norma Adniambo

I don’t think there could be a better way to kick-off our week of celebrating the power of grandmothers everywhere, than to share some insights, experiences and words of wisdom from Paola Gianturcothe powerful grandmother and creative force behind Grandmother PowerPaola has opened our eyes and our hearts with her beautiful photographs and powerful stories of women making a difference all over the globe.   I’m excited to share Paola’s story, in her own words, of how she made the leap from exhausted executive to her brilliant and powerful Second Act as a photojournalist.  She is truly an inspiration to so many of us who are still trying to figure out what’s next.

Nancy:  Paola, women over 60 are a huge untapped resource in the world.  For many of us, some time after 50 is when we finally begin to find our true voice and start to feel those first twinges that maybe there’s something more we are here to do.  What words of wisdom and advice are you able to share as someone who felt that call and followed your heart?

Paola: After 35 years in marketing, advertising, public relations and corporate communications, I decided to teach too…and at the end of one year, I’d earned two years worth of money (bought myself a year), had one million frequent flier miles (could fly and stay virtually anywhere free), and I was exhausted!

At 55, I had been walking on Mount Tamalpais (Mill Valley, Calif.), asking myself “What next, what now?” without answers. I decided to take a year off and do only what I loved most (photography and travel in the developing world) and wanted to learn next (about women’s micro-businesses). My “one-year sabbatical” became my first book and a second career: documenting the lives of women all over the world.

Nancy:  What inspired you most on this journey?

Paola:  I was inspired by the strength and stories of women everywhere. At first, I worried that the women I interviewed would see me as so different from them that they wouldn’t tell me anything.  But in fact, people don’t travel to listen to the women I met (who were mostly rural, mostly poor, mostly ill educated) and they told me things I would never have asked. Like all of us, they wanted to be witnessed and wanted their voices to be heard.

Sharing a laugh with women in South Africa in 1996. Photo credit - Toby Tuttle

Sharing a laugh with women in South Africa in 1996.
Photo credit – Toby Tuttle

Nancy:  How has the path unfolded for you?

Paola:  Having worked in large corporations where I’d learned to set objectives, define strategies and tactics and “make it happen,” I was amazed how my life unfolded. Each step was one that I couldn’t possibly have planned. For example, the books developed out of each other. As I packed my cameras having interviewed embroiderers in the desert of Gujarat, one said, “Come back in the fall and we’ll teach you the dances we perform all night to honor the Mother God.” I did, and that experience turned into my next book, Celebrating Women.

Nancy:  What kind of support did you have and how did you reach out to create a new network?

Paola:  I  have a husband who had two million frequent flier miles of his own, which he gave me.  That made it possible to do more books. Lots of husbands wouldn’t have liked it that their wives travel alone for weeks at a time, but David cooks for himself and does his own laundry even when I’m home. When he got lonesome, he began working at a drugstore in the evenings (husbands have thought of worse things to do while their wives are away!) And he has always cheered me on. Because I was stepping into a whole new career, David was my “support-network” at the beginning.

Nancy:  You left the corporate world to step back from stress and exhaustion.  It looks like you have ramped up a very busy life again.   Are you able to keep a good work/life balance these days or are you happiest when you are going 120 mph?  I think that word “balance” is very different for each of us.  What does it mean to you?  What do you do just for fun?

Paola:  Busy is not necessarily the same as stressful. if you’re doing something you feel passionate about, you can go 120 mph without even noticing it! (People ask why I don’t have an assistant, but I can’t imagine giving away such fun.) I recognize that my life is not for everyone, and my idea of fun is unique.

I love traveling to places most people don’t go and sitting on the floor of huts listening to interesting people. It is creatively challenging to photograph them well; I am always learning and growing.  For each book, I may travel over three years, taking a number of 3-5 week working trips. I shoot in the early morning and late afternoon when the light is good, interview mid-day, and write after dinner. By now, I’ve worked in 55 countries.

Paola with Iranian Students in 2008 Photo Credit - Nancy Williams

Paola with Iranian Students in 2008
Photo Credit – Nancy Williams

Drafting each book takes a year and during that time, I am a hermit. I get up, go to the computer, get up and go to bed. My “break” is to watch the rainbows that spin from the prism in my office window every afternoon and I marvel at how lucky I am to get to do challenging, difficult, important work.

The last few months before a book is released are very demanding: working with the editor and designer, writing the website and working with the web designer, creating direct mail pieces, arranging book tour details, creating slide presentations, planning press with the PR people. In the midst of that crunch, I always vow that I will figure out a calmer way to handle those four months next time. But I haven’t yet.

Promoting the book is a different kind of fun. My books are all philanthropic projects so selling books means raising money for causes I care about: 100% of my author royalties from Grandmother Power go to African grandmothers raising children orphaned by AIDs. My work has meaning and purpose.

For relaxation? I read. I watch movies with my husband. I play with my Grand Girls. Swim. Go to the gym (without which, at age 73, I’m convinced that none of the rest would be possible).

Nancy:  Did becoming a grandmother create a new lens through which you see the world?   How so?  Were your grandchildren the inspiration for your latest book?  What do you hope this book will achieve?

Grandmother Power -  Paola at home with her girls

Grandmother Power – Paola at home with her girls

Paola:  Because I am a grandmother, I wondered what grandmothers were doing other places. I discovered an unheralded, international activist grandmother movement, full of women who thought (as do I) that this troubled world is just not good enough for anybody’s grandchildren.

Grandmother Power, was inspired by African grandmothers who were raising children orphaned by AIDS. I met so many of them when I was working there in 2006 that I left convinced that grandmothers hold the future of the continent in their hands.

Grandmothers today are younger, better educated, healthier and (in the Global North) more career-experienced than they have ever been. As Boomers become Grands, they (who came of age in the 1960’s) know they can change the world because they did. In other words, the days of the “knitting, tatting, rocking-chair-ridden grandmother” are long gone.

But many grandmothers in the US are not yet part of the international activist grandmother’s movement, perhaps because they don’t know about it. And that’s a waste of a lot of urgently needed talent.

Nancy:  I want to be part of the Grandmother Power Movement and I am sure lots of women reading your story will as well.   How can we get involved?

Paola:  I hope Grandmother Power will inspire those who are not yet engaged to collaborate to make the world a better place. To start, join, support and network with grandmother groups. I’m convinced it will take all of us, Grandmothers and GrandOthers, working together, to create hope and possibility for our world.

Nancy:  In your book, Grandmother Power, you photographed and interviewed grandmother groups all over the world.  What is your process for locating your subjects, making contact, establishing rapport and getting to the heart of their story?

Paola:  I do preliminary research on as many as 70 different groups, then select 15 that, together, present a balanced variety of issues, ethnicities and geographies. (I make sure the groups are on the United Airlines routes so I can fly there free!)

I email the head of each group, describe my concept, and ask if the organization would like to participate. When I arrive, my interpreter and I meet with the group’s leader, and decide whom I will interview and when. My interpreters are almost always local women; their English may not be perfect, but bringing in a well-educated “city woman” as interpreter is a nonstarter; no one will talk.

I begin every interview by showing pictures of my family and showing my books so the woman will understand who I am and what she’s getting into. I never take pictures until after she has talked for at least an hour and I have a sense of who she is and what pictures might reveal her world. The interviews feel like conversations, although I explore areas I’ve defined carefully in advance. At the end, I always invite the woman to ask whatever she wants to ask me. Turn about is fair play!

Because it’s important to me to represent the women well, I send every chapter draft to the interpreter to read to each woman so she can correct any factual inaccuracies.

Nancy:  Do you develop lasting friendships with some of the women you interview or follow up on their lives after your time together?   I’m sure each meeting touched you in different ways.  Have you seen any direct impact of your stories on their lives?

Paola:  Yes, I stay in touch with many of the leaders of the groups that are featured in my books, and feel blessed by their friendship.

Paola with Yasmina in Panama in 1997 Photo Credit - TobyTuttle

Paola with Yasmina in Panama in 1997
Photo Credit – TobyTuttle

And yes, I have been astonished and awed, to see the direct impact of my books on women’s lives.  For example, I went back to India to work not long after a catastrophic earthquake and saw all the women in one village rebuilding their huts with funds wired by a reader of my first book. I was so touched that I wept.

Nancy:  What’s next?  Do you have more stories to tell through your photographs and books or do you have other visions to conquer and roads to explore?

Paola:  I always have a file of ideas of what to do next. I won’t open that file until January 2014. Until then, Grandmother Power is where the action is. For example, The Grand Rapids Public Museum in Michigan will present a Grandmother Power exhibit from September through December 2013.

Nancy:  And, I finally a much more lighthearted question – If you were a pair of shoes, what kind would you be and why?

Paola:  “Strappy black sandals, flats. I’m comfortable being casual and being fancy—and summer is my favorite time of the year.”

Thank you, Paola.  Your purpose and passion have inspired me once again.  My mind is buzzing with ideas!

 

4 thoughts on “Passion + Purpose = One Powerful Grandmother ~

  1. I’m sitting here at my desk just undone…

    I got interrupted in the middle of starting to do just what you are doing (but on a much smaller scale) by a divorce, but here you are living and doing what I envisioned. (Not exactly, of course!)

    I’ve been listening to life stories for over a decade, and just like you said – it’s the people one would least expect – the ones the world barely notices – who have the most wonderful stories. I love their wisdom!

    You have inspired me to revisit a grandmother I interviewed a couple years ago, whose story is still untold…. I can’t wait to see her again!

    • Thank you Susan for the kind words. I’ll be checking back on your site to read your grandmother story.

    • Con mucho gusto, Paola. Please keep in touch and let me know if there are any other ways that I can contribute. I took a quick look at the links on Tara’s blog this morning. I have only linked through to a few but they were each so unique and interesting. I will definitely be reading more and I’m sure I will learn a great deal. This was fun and such a great idea. Nancy

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Garden Magic ~

A couple of weeks ago I posted about having garden lust.  It’s that time of year when other folks are tilling their plots, buying their starts and burying their hands in the dirt.  I live in a townhouse.   I have a planter with Bok Choy and a 14″ lettuce bowl on my front patio.  It’s a trade-off and most of the time I’m good with it…really good with it.  Every now and then I get a wee bit green with envy.

My exotic lettuce garden

My exotic lettuce garden

Not this week!  I was “tending my garden” a couple of evenings ago when I noticed some dried grass and tiny sticks poking out of the Romaine.  I reached in to clear it away and spotted this…

A perfect wee nest tucked among the lettuce leaves

A perfect wee nest tucked among the lettuce leaves

I was so excited I call hubs to put on his glasses and come take a look.  A tiny hummingbird nest!  In MY garden.  I was absolutely in awe.  Wow.  All that work to make such a perfect little hiding place.  How could I have not noticed?  Perhaps my lettuce picking and watering and puttering about had scared her off.   I had no idea, but I was hopeful so the next morning I went out to peek and I found this…

One spotted little egg no bigger around than my thumb nail.

One spotted little egg no bigger around than my thumb nail.

Apparently my little hummingbird mamma had come back during the night, left one perfect tiny egg…and flew off again.  I’m hooked.  Like a proud grandma. This morning, the very first thing I did  was go outside and check on my nest.

Look what I found…

Two tiny eggs!

Two tiny eggs!

And now there are two.  Obviously, this girl does her important work during the dark of night.

It feels like there’s a little magic at work in my Romaine – a tiny circle of life happening in my garden.  I am filled with awe and gratitude.

And for the next few weeks, I’ll be buying my lettuce at the Farmer’s Market.

So long garden envy.

Nancy

9 thoughts on “Garden Magic ~

  1. Fa-flippin-booooo! Unbelievable. Wow am I grateful for your blog! Think there will be another egg tomorrow? Keep us posted. Post this blog link on FB so I can tell my other friends. Margie

    • Strange place for a bird nest. But I am really glad she picked us. I think it is just so cool. Even Les was excited when I showed him.

    • Not sure. So far I haven’t seen any kind of bird – humming or otherwise. Vicki said she will “brood” or sit on the nest once she has laid all her eggs. I guess I’ll know tomorrow if two is it. I’m trying to figure out how I can sneek peaks out the window without scaring her off. It’s not a great view. We’ll see. It is fun to watch though.

  2. Cool! She will brood and you’ll have babies hatched in a bit over 2 weeks! Take more pictures! (But don’t scare her!). :-)

    • So far I haven’t seen her. This morning there were three eggs so she drops by sometime overnight, leaves another egg and flies off again. It is so interesting to watch. I can see how you are hook with the “floor show” around your bird feeders.

    • Hi Astra, Yes Spring is finally here and we’re enjoying every moment of our “mini global warming” here in Portland. It was in the 80′s every day last week and sunny. I need to water the lettuce bowl but mom (who turned out to be a sparrow and not a hummingbird) is sitting tight. I don’t want to scare her but I’m afraid the lettuce is going to wither and die around her and the nest. It’s always something…:)

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(More Than) A Little Medicare Lovin’ ~

I will turn 65 this year.  In August.  It’s a biggie.  I already knew that.

Apparently somebody let the cat out of the bag and THE WHOLE WORLD KNOWS I’m turning 65.  Thank you for all the mail, and email, and for calling on the phone (during the dinner hour).  Wow!  I’ve been getting so many cards and letters, I’m beginning to think that I might be personally responsible for the financial solvency of the United States Postal Service.  It could happen.

Two weeks worth of Medicare Love.  XO

Two weeks worth of Medicare Love. XO

So, I’m having great fun with all this attention.  Sitting here basking in the glow of a whole lotta Medicare Lovin’.  Please keep the cards and letters coming.  I’ll pile them up and keep count.  I wonder if there is a Guinness World Record I could go for?  Or maybe I could collage them together and make a bag or a hat.  By the time my birthday comes around, I might have enough for an entire ensemble.  Suggestions welcome.

Cheers!

Nancy

 

4 thoughts on “(More Than) A Little Medicare Lovin’ ~

  1. Aint it the truth! We could reforest half of southern california with a ll the paper the insurance compaies and aarp etc send us. Had my phone appointment with SS today and my checks start coming the end of June! Woohoo!

  2. Oh yeah…love that place. When you live in the Salem area as I did for so many years, this was a standard ‘go-to’ place. Love it. I’ve stayed over night in cabins there too – years ago. Mem-riiiiiiieeeeeees! ;-)

    • Your old stompin’ grounds. The cabins were pretty cute. I bet you have to reserve well in advance.

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