An Evening With Kym Purling and Friends

My dear friend Kym Purling local jazz great who is regularly heard at the Fox Thursday, Friday and Saturday evenings with his group is organizing a great evening of jazz at the Palladium.  This event will feature his regular group Allejandro Arenas on bass, Mark Feinman on drums and a list of great singers and sidemen that will tickle your ears and stimulate your mind.  So far we have  Lorri Hafer, Ashley Locheed, Denise Moore and Paulette Pepper on vocals,  Jeremy Powell, Rodney Rojas and Austin Vickrey on saxophone,
Dwayne White on Trumpet, and Stephen Bucholtz on drums.  This all star cast will begin playing at 7:30 pm.
Thanks to our sponsors of the law firm of Adams and Reese, Realtor Kim Beiningen, Call All Dogs Pet Sitting and Dog Walking and Nuance Galleries all of our proceeds will go to our food programs and school supplies in the Chitwan area.  We are starting to work in 2 new schools.
I have to thank Paul Wilborn and his Palladium staff for the use of this great place to hear jazz. What a great way to spend a summer evening and also know by showing up you are helping someone.  $20 was the number we picked, because that will feed a child for 1/2 of a year.  So please get the word out and buy your tickets on our website, www.globalactioncoalition.org or the Palladium website.    Rob

Nepal New Years Fundraiser

After watching a presentation about the Global Action Coalition, the students of Admiral Farragut Academy raised $758.06 during their "Change for Change Campaign".  Rob explained how this money would be used to help the school children in Nepal, the middle school students were then asked to write how they felt. 

This touching statement was written by Jack, a 6th grader at Admiral Farragut:

"I felt guilty because we have all this stuff we take for granted and their kids may not get one pair of shoes until they're teens. It made me want to help them more. I wanted to take part in the Global Action Coalition. I wanted to be able to give them pens/pencils and notebooks or text books. I wanted not to give them something that would last them a month or two, but to give them something that would last through their life. I wanted to give them the one thing that when they were thirty they could look back and remember I gave it to them. I wanted to give them an education. I wanted them to be able to learn just the way everyone at Farragut does."

Nepal New Years Fundraiser

 

Global Action Coalition

Taylor is an amazing young lady who has helped raise money for the school lunch program in Nepal by designing this T shirt, based on art from a student in Nepal.  Here is her story.

Hello, my name is Taylor Wooldridge. I am a 5th grader at Independent Day School. I met Mr. Rowen and Hemu when they came to a Monday Morning Meeting at my school to talk about the work they have done in Nepal. After hearing their words, I decided I wanted to take action. As a part of 5th grade, we have to do an exhibition project which incorporates global issues with our learner profiles. I thought it would be a great project to extend the fundraising efforts of the Global Action Coalition. I sent some art supplies to Nepal with Mr. Rowen so that the children could do original artwork. He brought back several pictures. I chose the picture that best represented Nepal and its culture. I put the picture on t-shirts and I am selling them to raise money for the children in Nepal. This cause is very important to me. The proceeds from this t-shirt will provide a lunch program and all the necessary school supplies these children need. I am so fortunate to be able to get an education. I would like to remind you that a little bit goes a long way in Nepal. For instance $20.00 can feed a child for 6 months! Please help me support this great cause by purchasing a t-shirt.

If you would like to order a T shirt please visit Global Action Coaliton's web site.

A fundraiser to share the Nepali New Year and our projects

Please join us for a great evening and learn more about our work and get a chance to purchase some original art created by the children of Nepal. 

 Rob and the Board of Global Action Coalition

Final Blog and thoughts of Kirantar

I write this final blog as a chance to put into writing a little piece of what I have felt and what I have observed.  Due to my ankle and knee injury I did not make it to the other schools in the mountains above Chitwan.  Thankfully I was able to meet several of the Principals of those schools who traveled to the Kirantar School.  The discussion I had was illuminating and the Principals and teachers I met were dedicated to helping these children.  These schools are mainly Chepong tribal people who survive with little education and hard work.  They have no safety net and sometimes the children are kept home as the parents go into the forest or jungle to find edible foods until the harvest.  The children at home are then working the fields, watching the younger children and doing other chores.  Yet since we started the lunch programs the attendance in these schools is quite amazing.  Kirantar Primary went from 100-140 in a year of the 195 registered students. Pokhari Primary went from 85 to 132 of 191 possible students.  The same was true for the other 4 schools. The lunch program funding is running out so I ask for your help for that and also the simple things that make a school work pencils, pens, paper as a start. I have started an exchange program with some of the schools in the Bharse Valley and in Chitwan as part of our Sister Cities Program.  Independent Day School was the first and I am pleased to announce that Admiral Farragut Academy is joining in this.  This is a start. If you read my poem and my blog you will understand that travel here is not easy and the work seems hard.  Yet when I visit these schools, meet the parents who have stepped up to volunteer making the food, see the hard work my friend Rupendra does organizing it, I know we are needed here and very much appreciated.  Who knows maybe one of these children will be another Mahatma Gandi, or Barack Obama, achieving what was not thought possible. Thanks to my friends Lt. Col Bineya Rana and Sadhana who put me up at their house in Kathmandu and a special thanks to Bhim Gurung from Qatar Airways, who showed compassion and service, I am on my way home.  Enjoy the photos and I love to hear your comments.  Rob 

Visit to Kirantar Primary School above Tandy, Chitwan

The Mountains are high

In the distance they call

Are you coming today?

But can we make a difference?

Rupendra says yes

And my heart says yes

It is like the grains of sands of the river

So small a grain, so big a river

Yet if one gets the teachings, we are all raised

They will shine like pearls

posted 4 new blogs

I wanted to include these last photos to the blog.  The Mother and child seemed so peaceful and this building is where I stayed next to Hem's house and finally the reward after that long trek was the village girls who came up in the evening to dance and sing to me and Didi, Hem's sister.  Remember to go back as I have just posted 4 new blogs in chronological order and they tell a story. Stay tuned more to come.  Rob

The Trek to Shreejanjyoti Primary school

We set out at on a beautiful morning at 7 am, the sun was peeking over the hills and lighting up the Bharse valley.  Our plans were ambitious to hike up the mountain and down the other side to the first school and then down and up another mountain to the second school and then up and down again to Bharse village.  The views kept me snapping pics as we ascended to the heights.  Toply, the highest mountain in this region, 8,000 feet loomed over head and we were hoping for views of Annapurna, but there was haze in the distance.  When we reached the top the vista below caught my breath, yet they my friends did not realize how beautiful it was as it is normal for them.  How many things do we see each day and not understand the marvel before us?  This trek of 5 hours was tough on my ankle and knees and by the time I reach the 1^st school I knew I would not be able to make the second journey and be hard pressed to make the return easily.  The welcome at Shree Janiyoti was again warm with the young children not exactly sure what we were there for.  The stared at me as if I was from Mars.

After the ritual welcome, which I have come to know as eventual with the placing of red dye on your face and being covered by garlands and a few speeches, Then it was my turn to thank them and share the small amount of art and school supplies. I then shared of a school on the other side of the world that wants to be friends and help them.  They have no maps of the world in their 2 room school house and this is something we have to do something about.  The children watched us eat lunch and I remembered my friend Delaram, a school official and teacher from the main school telling me that they don’t get lunch in any of the schools and very few children bring anything.  The parents know little of nutrition and how much children need to eat to grow. At this time our party separated and ½ went to the other school for the welcome they planned for me and to present a small amount of the art and supplies.  My friends Delaram Dhakal, Nabin Thapa, and Khrisna Thapa helped me slowly hobble back to Hem’s house.  I could not have done it without them.  It was another I did it for me and yet despite the pain I was elated by the experience.  I want to thank the students and teachers again from IDS as they have no idea how their gifts are being appreciated.  Rob

On the Road to Gulmi Poem

The Goat goes on the roof

Children Doing homework

Our Jeep that safely delivered us

Lunch Stop

Women Working in the Field

On the Road to Gulmi        

The Road is Steep

The views are more than breathtaking

It is the long journey I take

On the Road to Gulmi        

The narrow edge draws my eye

Treacherous and deadly

Our driver does not flinch

On the Road to Gulmi        

People wave and we stop to chat

Sometimes They stare at me

It is with curiousity I know

I wonder What will I find at Bharse

On the Road to Gulmi        

It is just a short way now

Over another mountain

How far away it seems

From my home

On the Road to Gulmi        

We spy the village it is perched on the mountain side

Beautiful and peaceful

People are waiting

For me?

The welcome is overwhelming

They shower me with blessings

Covered with garlands

I feel in adequate

It is not I that deserves this welcome

It is all that have said go

You know who you are

I hope I can share this with you

You too are covered with garlands

The Assembly at Bharse Valley

High School students taking exam

Being Honored by student

Tika Ceremony

Explaing the Sister School Independent Day School Project

Tesselation Mural from IDS

Third Grade Mural IDS

 FYI the goat ended up in the back seat, Rob

On the Road to Gulmi

Butwal

Cucumber Girl

View from the bus

Another view from the bus

Kathmandu street on the start

Our bus at a lunch stop

Butwal Street

It is disconcerting to wake up in total darkness in a city and switch on the lights and have nothing happen.  The power gets turned off part of the day and most of the night and some hotels and homes have inverters or batteries that give you small amounts of power to operate the lights. The city of Butwal awoke in darkness and people were walking to work with flashlights. The horns of trucks and cars sounded the alarm that morning had come and you had better watch out.  The car or truck horn is used all the time to let other vehicles, people, rickshaws, and bicycles know you are there.  There seems to be no laws other than which side of the street you mainly drive on, (the opposite to us) and that rule is often broken.  Motorcycles are often cutting in front of everyone and it is a wonder there are not more accidents.  I would hate to have to drive here; it is not for the faint of heart, or even a New Yorker.

As I reflect on how I got to Butwal it was a long bus ride from Kathmandu with my good friend Hem Pun.  We discussed his role in the fighting that happened here between the Maoist fighters and the Nepal Army.  At one point he showed me where his column of vehicles was ambushed.  He still limps from the wound to his leg and his stomach is not the same from the operation there to remove a bullet.  Yet he is determined to believe that peaceful resolution between the previous enemies is possible and he searches for a wounded Maoist soldier to work to end the hatred and bickering for power.  The Center for Peace in Norway made a documentary about him called “Silencing the Guns” that was shown at a Norwegian film festival this year and he was flown there to attend and participate in panel discussions.  It is an honor to be working with him to help his beloved Bharse. 

The scenery on this ride varies from small wayside villages, and breathtaking views.  Travel is slow with a constant passing of slower vehicles on winding roads sometimes with long drops to the valley below.  One very interesting moment came when a young girl boarded the bus.  She was selling cucumbers and she and her brother walked the length of the bus hawking their wares.  They had to wait till the bus navigated to the bottom of the hill several miles before they got off.  I asked her if she was in school and she said sometimes in 9^th grade.  Her brother was in 6^th grade and they spent all day riding buses up and down the hill selling cucumbers or other treats for the passengers.  At the end of the day she probably makes $5 and that is quite welcome to the family.  You can see how easily the lure of making money is a challenge to children being able to attend school.  I am looking forward to our next stop the Bharse Valley, where the air will be cleaner without the pollution of smog that seems to hang in the air and especially bad in the cities.  Till then, Rob

Day 2 Kathmandu, Rob's Blog

I will say that my second day in this city was both amazing and trying.  I have been staying with my friend Lt. Colonel Bineya Rana, with whom I have been staying within his beautiful house with his wife Sahdhana.  He took me to the Durban Square, home of many of the kings of Nepal.  With his military connections we were given a special tour.  The architecture alone is outstanding and I have tried to capture photos of the positive and negatives of this city.  The old and the new and even the pollution in the air which you can see in photos that are hazy and the river that smells like a sewer.  The people themselves are disgusted and the government seems powerless to make any changes.  Right now power for the government is being contested by 2 political parties after a 7 years’ war.  I hope they can really learn to work together rather than spending all their time fighting for control.  Met with the community leaders from Bharse where we are planning our work.  Today I take a micro bus, like a van all day to the town of Butwal.  In the morning we will head up by jeep to this remote area and I am excited and a little scared of the challenges I will face.  I always believe you have to face your fears and then you have those I did it experiences that you build your strength from.  On a personal note I had dinner with Hem Pun who you will learn more about and his nephew my good friend LT. Col Prem Pun as well as the Rana's and some others.  There were times they spoke in Nepali and I just listened, and I also was still jet lagged and tired...  Prem who I played tennis with when he served at Central Command introduced me to Hemu Adhikari, who was at the IDS talk, and also to his Uncle Hem Pun.  These connections have been essential in the work we have done.  Thank you Prem.  Enjoy the photos and I will try to get back soon.  Rob