The other day I was walking through the nearby community with Kebby, going out into the bush and trying to find good thorn branches to use to build up the fences around our garden (the defensive strategy in our battle against the cows, as opposed to the offensive strategy, which would be the creation of several large knives at the welding stand and the strategic planning sessions to trap and kill any cow that enters our garden), and we stumbled upon an odd sight.
Actually, it didn’t seem as odd to everyone else involved as it was to me.
Walking by the home of one family right outside of the Namumu complex, we saw a few men huddled around looking at something on the ground. Walking closer, we found a man with a large knife kneeling down and cutting up a cow, I mean really slicing it up and ripping the meat apart. I thought it was interesting that this was happening right in his front yard, with the meat sitting on a tarp that was spread out on the dirt. Apparently it was ho-hum just another day for these guys. I guess cutting up large animals isn’t as new and fascinating for these guys around here as it is for me.
Then, after standing around and chatting for a few minutes, I finally noticed that it wasn’t a cow being cut up at all. It was the head of a hippopotamus.
That’s right. A hippo. Man oh man, this thing was big. Really big. And it was just the head, too. It took me a few minutes to tell what it was because the guy had hacked it up pretty good and, since they were speaking in Tonga, I hadn’t caught what was going on. The teeth eventually gave it away. One was about as big as my fist.
Apparently, the guy living in the house is a Zambian Game Ranger, a wild-life specialist (which doesn’t seem like a taxing job seeing as how 95% of the time I go by his house he’s sitting in a chair in front of his house doing nothing in particular…then again, if he’s out battling hippos I guess I can’t make too much fun of him). He said that the hippo had attacked some people and that his group had gotten the call to take action and kill it. I didn’t get the whole story because everyone except Kebby was a super-rural Tonga speaker, but judging by the guy’s mannerisms it sounded like quite the ordeal to kill the thing.
Hope you enjoyed that little glimpse into my life in Siavonga. I just wanted to let you know that while your neighbors are cutting up and cooking hamburgers on the grill this summer, mine are cutting up and cooking hippos.
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Clivet aka The Sweater
Looking back over past blogs, it has become clear to me that I haven’t been focusing nearly enough on the children of Namumu. Shame on me.
So, let me tell you about Clivet.
Clivet is one of my favorite Namumu-ans, without a doubt.
He is 12 years-old and in Grade 7 at the Namumu Community School. His nickname is “The Sweater”, as in someone who sweats a lot, not the article of clothing. I’m not sure who gave it to him but I’m pretty sure it was one of the Namumu girls. He’s the kind of kid that would never be upset about a nickname, though. He just laughs it off.
Clivet is my main farming protégé. I’ve been trying to ask the children periodically what they’d like to be when they grow up. For the boys, the only answers I usually hear are pilot, mechanic and doctor. Clivet told me he wants to be a farmer…my man.
In addition to working every day in the boys’ main garden by the Namumu front office, Clivet has even begun his own garden out by the boys’ dormitory. He is growing okra, rape, peppers and cabbage.
Just as upset as I was about the recent cow invasion, Clivet will be one of the leaders in my anti-cow army. I will be training him in basic anti-cow combat skills and strategies, and he will be in turn training some of the other boys. He’s athletic and a good soccer player, so I know that he will be a capable soldier.
As you may or may not know, not all of the children at Namumu are “orphans”. Some have one or two living parents that, for whatever reason, cannot afford to support them. Clivet, however, is an orphan. Neither of his parents are living. During the breaks from school most of the children leave Namumu and go to stay with some of their relatives for a few weeks. Some, like Clivet, that have nowhere else to go, just stay at Namumu.
Even though I’m sure he’s had a tough life, he’s always very happy and has a good home here at Namumu.
If you have any messages that you’d like to send Clivet, hit me up and I’ll be sure to deliver them.
So, let me tell you about Clivet.
Clivet is one of my favorite Namumu-ans, without a doubt.
He is 12 years-old and in Grade 7 at the Namumu Community School. His nickname is “The Sweater”, as in someone who sweats a lot, not the article of clothing. I’m not sure who gave it to him but I’m pretty sure it was one of the Namumu girls. He’s the kind of kid that would never be upset about a nickname, though. He just laughs it off.
Clivet is my main farming protégé. I’ve been trying to ask the children periodically what they’d like to be when they grow up. For the boys, the only answers I usually hear are pilot, mechanic and doctor. Clivet told me he wants to be a farmer…my man.
In addition to working every day in the boys’ main garden by the Namumu front office, Clivet has even begun his own garden out by the boys’ dormitory. He is growing okra, rape, peppers and cabbage.
Just as upset as I was about the recent cow invasion, Clivet will be one of the leaders in my anti-cow army. I will be training him in basic anti-cow combat skills and strategies, and he will be in turn training some of the other boys. He’s athletic and a good soccer player, so I know that he will be a capable soldier.
As you may or may not know, not all of the children at Namumu are “orphans”. Some have one or two living parents that, for whatever reason, cannot afford to support them. Clivet, however, is an orphan. Neither of his parents are living. During the breaks from school most of the children leave Namumu and go to stay with some of their relatives for a few weeks. Some, like Clivet, that have nowhere else to go, just stay at Namumu.
Even though I’m sure he’s had a tough life, he’s always very happy and has a good home here at Namumu.
If you have any messages that you’d like to send Clivet, hit me up and I’ll be sure to deliver them.
Thanks
It’s been a while since I posted a message of thanks to everyone supporting my work at Namumu either financially or through prayer. So…
To everyone that has supported my work financially, thank you. I’ll put up a post in the near future that will give you an idea of where the money is going, specifically.
To everyone that has been busy praying for me and for Namumu, thank you. I hope you don’t stop. God is listening and answering.
To everyone from Orlando that sent items for the Namumu Community School, thank you. The teaching staff was very excited.
And, finally, to everyone that has sent me letters, emails and food, thank you (especially you, Sue Wright, who made me some of the best cookies I’ve ever had in my life).
To everyone that has supported my work financially, thank you. I’ll put up a post in the near future that will give you an idea of where the money is going, specifically.
To everyone that has been busy praying for me and for Namumu, thank you. I hope you don’t stop. God is listening and answering.
To everyone from Orlando that sent items for the Namumu Community School, thank you. The teaching staff was very excited.
And, finally, to everyone that has sent me letters, emails and food, thank you (especially you, Sue Wright, who made me some of the best cookies I’ve ever had in my life).
Friday, June 19, 2009
Another Tragedy
Timothy, one of our fishermen, lost his 1 year-old baby girl this week. The cause of her death remains unclear.
I wasn’t exaggerating when I wrote that nearly every few weeks someone on the Namumu staff loses a close friend or family member. It’s terrible.
Our fishing guys are camped out on the Islands, so we had Timothy ride back with Mubita, our fishing supervisor, as he was transporting back our catches from the week.
People take funerals very seriously around here and, even with our current financial troubles, the Namumu Management jumped on things very quickly. Timothy was given a crate of dry kapenta, a certain amount of cash for funeral expenses, and we had our carpenter make a coffin for his baby girl. Having to oversee the construction of a tiny casket for a 1 year old girl was probably one of the saddest things I’ve ever done. It was not a good afternoon.
I made a trip out to Timothy’s house with a few other Namumu employees and seeing Timothy so sad made me feel even worse. I sat around with the men, about 15 of Timothy’s friends and neighbors, for a while in the early evening. We sat outside on small chairs under a big tree and everyone either talked quietly or just sat. Man, it was depressing.
Please take a moment today to pray for Timothy and his family, and for the health of the children in the Siavonga area.
I wasn’t exaggerating when I wrote that nearly every few weeks someone on the Namumu staff loses a close friend or family member. It’s terrible.
Our fishing guys are camped out on the Islands, so we had Timothy ride back with Mubita, our fishing supervisor, as he was transporting back our catches from the week.
People take funerals very seriously around here and, even with our current financial troubles, the Namumu Management jumped on things very quickly. Timothy was given a crate of dry kapenta, a certain amount of cash for funeral expenses, and we had our carpenter make a coffin for his baby girl. Having to oversee the construction of a tiny casket for a 1 year old girl was probably one of the saddest things I’ve ever done. It was not a good afternoon.
I made a trip out to Timothy’s house with a few other Namumu employees and seeing Timothy so sad made me feel even worse. I sat around with the men, about 15 of Timothy’s friends and neighbors, for a while in the early evening. We sat outside on small chairs under a big tree and everyone either talked quietly or just sat. Man, it was depressing.
Please take a moment today to pray for Timothy and his family, and for the health of the children in the Siavonga area.
Visitors from the US
It’s been a fun couple of weeks here at Namumu as visitors from the US have been coming and going.
First to arrive were Nathalie Rodriguez and her father, Dr. Rodriguez, coming to us from New Jersey. The Doctor stayed for around a week and mostly worked with Saviour, the girls’ caretaker and assistant nurse, in the clinic. Nathalie, who will be staying with us for a few more weeks, will be mostly working and teaching at the Namumu Community School.
The gang from Park Lake Presbyterian Church in Orlando, Florida has come and gone. We had a great time together. It was nice watching Alex, Ros and The Man, The Myth, The Legend, Bill Warlick, the three PLPC members, dive into all things Namumu related. They were excited and energetic and were clearly making an effort to form relationships with the Namumu children and staff. It was nice to see and be reminded that the relationships formed through Namumu’s partnerships are just as important as the projects that we undertake.
So, I got to catch up with the whole Park Lake Gang. And I got to soak up some wisdom from Bill, who might just be one of the wisest men I’ve ever met (everyone who has ever spent time with Bill just nodded in agreement).
Shout out to all my Park Lake homies back in Orlando, I hope all is well.
Coming next will be John Hathaway and the team from the Woodlands Community Presbyterian Church in Texas. I can’t wait to see you guys.
Shout out to all my WCPC homies back in Texas also.
So, Dr. Rodriguez, Bill, Ros and Alex, it was fun.
For all those coming soon, we’ll be looking forward to seeing you. Travel well.
First to arrive were Nathalie Rodriguez and her father, Dr. Rodriguez, coming to us from New Jersey. The Doctor stayed for around a week and mostly worked with Saviour, the girls’ caretaker and assistant nurse, in the clinic. Nathalie, who will be staying with us for a few more weeks, will be mostly working and teaching at the Namumu Community School.
The gang from Park Lake Presbyterian Church in Orlando, Florida has come and gone. We had a great time together. It was nice watching Alex, Ros and The Man, The Myth, The Legend, Bill Warlick, the three PLPC members, dive into all things Namumu related. They were excited and energetic and were clearly making an effort to form relationships with the Namumu children and staff. It was nice to see and be reminded that the relationships formed through Namumu’s partnerships are just as important as the projects that we undertake.
So, I got to catch up with the whole Park Lake Gang. And I got to soak up some wisdom from Bill, who might just be one of the wisest men I’ve ever met (everyone who has ever spent time with Bill just nodded in agreement).
Shout out to all my Park Lake homies back in Orlando, I hope all is well.
Coming next will be John Hathaway and the team from the Woodlands Community Presbyterian Church in Texas. I can’t wait to see you guys.
Shout out to all my WCPC homies back in Texas also.
So, Dr. Rodriguez, Bill, Ros and Alex, it was fun.
For all those coming soon, we’ll be looking forward to seeing you. Travel well.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Cows Trample on my Garden and my Heart
As much as I enjoy posting happy and positive thoughts on this blog, I feel obligated to tell you about a truly, truly crappy morning I had last week.
First, I awoke to some disturbing news. My little friend, Innocent, is gone and he ain’t comin’ back. Apparently he, his mother and his four year-old sister, Florence, were only staying next door temporarily. It was never their real home. They’ve returned to their village near Lusaka. What a bummer. I was finally learning Tonga and getting along so well with them. I didn’t even get to say goodbye.
Oh well, I thought. At least the other little guy, Junior, about 1 year-old, is still around with his mother. I’ll get to hang out with him now. So, in the morning before I went to work, I picked him up in my arms and spun him around a bit, something I do pretty often. I must have done too much spinning, because Junior pooped on my shirt.
I quickly re-showered, changed and headed on to work, saddened at being left behind in Siavonga and disgusted at being pooped on by Innocent’s replacement, but nonetheless ready to start my day.
Then I started to get sick. The weather is getting cooler now and a bunch of the staff members are getting colds. My throat started to hurt. A lot.
Oh well, I thought. Time to get to work and put it all behind me. At least work had been going well. Our fishermen had been rocking and rolling out at the Islands, the distant area where our team has been camping out for the last month and where the catches are higher than they are around here. I soon after got a call from Mubita, our fishing supervisor, that the weather was bad the night before and thus the catches were bad. And the metal rim around the net was broken, which, given our current financial struggles at Namumu, might be difficult to fix. Awesome.
Not long after I hung up the phone I heard some children screaming in the gardens right outside the office. “What’s all this ruckus?” I thought to myself. I ran outside to find out.
I stepped outside to find a group of cows absolutely ravishing our gardens. One of the men in the neighboring village either let his cows roam around unwatched or they had escaped from their pen. They had gotten through our fence and, in a few short minutes, had managed to wipe out an entire crop of okra and of rape, as well as to trample a number of nursery beds. Not a happy moment for Sam, not happy at all. For the second time during my stay I was filled with an almost uncontrollable rage directed at some of God’s creatures that may have been created by God but that I’m convinced were possessed by Satan himself (the first being the barking dogs).
It was funny in a way, until I thought back to the hours and hours and hours the boys and I had spent clearing the land, digging the beds and tending to the plants. Then it wasn’t funny anymore. It was just sad.
In an effort to defend what is ours I am having a few large knives crafted at the welding stand this week. Next time the cows try to make a move toward our crops we’ll be ready. No, I’m not joking.
Well, it feels good to get that all off my chest. It might not seem like that big of a deal, but if you think about the summary of that story and the fact that I got abandoned by my neighbors, pooped on, hit with a sore throat, suffered a major fishing setback and had my garden torn up in the span of about two hours I think you can begin to understand my despair. Ahhhhh. Deep breath, Sam.
First, I awoke to some disturbing news. My little friend, Innocent, is gone and he ain’t comin’ back. Apparently he, his mother and his four year-old sister, Florence, were only staying next door temporarily. It was never their real home. They’ve returned to their village near Lusaka. What a bummer. I was finally learning Tonga and getting along so well with them. I didn’t even get to say goodbye.
Oh well, I thought. At least the other little guy, Junior, about 1 year-old, is still around with his mother. I’ll get to hang out with him now. So, in the morning before I went to work, I picked him up in my arms and spun him around a bit, something I do pretty often. I must have done too much spinning, because Junior pooped on my shirt.
I quickly re-showered, changed and headed on to work, saddened at being left behind in Siavonga and disgusted at being pooped on by Innocent’s replacement, but nonetheless ready to start my day.
Then I started to get sick. The weather is getting cooler now and a bunch of the staff members are getting colds. My throat started to hurt. A lot.
Oh well, I thought. Time to get to work and put it all behind me. At least work had been going well. Our fishermen had been rocking and rolling out at the Islands, the distant area where our team has been camping out for the last month and where the catches are higher than they are around here. I soon after got a call from Mubita, our fishing supervisor, that the weather was bad the night before and thus the catches were bad. And the metal rim around the net was broken, which, given our current financial struggles at Namumu, might be difficult to fix. Awesome.
Not long after I hung up the phone I heard some children screaming in the gardens right outside the office. “What’s all this ruckus?” I thought to myself. I ran outside to find out.
I stepped outside to find a group of cows absolutely ravishing our gardens. One of the men in the neighboring village either let his cows roam around unwatched or they had escaped from their pen. They had gotten through our fence and, in a few short minutes, had managed to wipe out an entire crop of okra and of rape, as well as to trample a number of nursery beds. Not a happy moment for Sam, not happy at all. For the second time during my stay I was filled with an almost uncontrollable rage directed at some of God’s creatures that may have been created by God but that I’m convinced were possessed by Satan himself (the first being the barking dogs).
It was funny in a way, until I thought back to the hours and hours and hours the boys and I had spent clearing the land, digging the beds and tending to the plants. Then it wasn’t funny anymore. It was just sad.
In an effort to defend what is ours I am having a few large knives crafted at the welding stand this week. Next time the cows try to make a move toward our crops we’ll be ready. No, I’m not joking.
Well, it feels good to get that all off my chest. It might not seem like that big of a deal, but if you think about the summary of that story and the fact that I got abandoned by my neighbors, pooped on, hit with a sore throat, suffered a major fishing setback and had my garden torn up in the span of about two hours I think you can begin to understand my despair. Ahhhhh. Deep breath, Sam.
Monday, June 8, 2009
Runaways, Stacks of Butter and a Frightening Statistic
It’s been a busy few weeks here recently so I haven’t been able to sit down to write. My apologies for the delay. Here’s what’s new at Namumu:
We had our first runaway Namumu-an last week, which was an interesting experience. Gift, an eight year old boy (and Kailyn Jones’ BFF), ran away from the boys’ dormitory and was nowhere to be found for an entire night. Apparently he had gotten caught by one of the older boys stealing money off of Kebby’s table in his bedroom (Kebby, being the boys’ caretaker, has an open room in the middle of the dormitory). Fearing punishment from Kebby, Gift skidaddled out of there, fleeing the scene of the crime.
So, I joined in the search party and we went around the entire Namumu Complex, looking high and low, trying to find where Gift might be (it felt a little like in the Dennis the Menace movie when Dennis ran away and teamed up with a skeezy Christopher Lloyd and the entire neighborhood went out to find him). It’s winter time now and it’s actually pretty chilly at night, so we were worried about the little guy.
He wasn’t found until the next morning, but at least we found him. I’m not sure where he slept but he was found around one of the villages close by to Namumu. I haven’t heard about his punishment, but I’m told that he got straightened out and that everything is ok now.
What a rascal.
My diet has been interesting recently. After spending an entire evening huddled in the fetal position clutching my stomach and moaning, all because I ate some expired nsima, I’ve lost my taste for the Zambian staple food completely (for blog new-comers, nsima is like grits, just corn meal and water). So, for now I’ve switched my staple food to bread and butter. The amount of butter I’ve consumed during my stay so far is absolutely disgusting. I’m really ashamed of myself. I’ve already gone through 7 kgs of butter by myself, and I have the leftover tubs stacked up in my kitchen to prove it.
Speaking of food, we’ve been harvesting beans, peas, Chinese cabbage and rape pretty much every day lately. There isn’t too much in this world that’s more satisfying than picking beans and peas that you’ve planted and tended and immediately taking them home, cooking and eating them. Everything out of our gardens will either go to the Namumu kitchen or will be sold. So far we’ve sold to a number of customers, mostly Namumu staff and to members of the surrounding community. Cha-Ching! (Actually we haven’t made much money and probably won’t make much in the future but the kids are learning a lot and enjoying the gardening).
Innocent cried when I left him to go to work again the other day…my man.
Rafyc, our carpenter, had a very productive month of May. He’s a hard worker and produces some amazing stuff. I wish I could find a way to post a picture of some of his creations. He just finished a set of lounge chairs that were so good we had a number of orders for similar ones placed by people that happened to pass by his stand and see them, which is pretty remarkable because not many people pass by his stand at all. If you’d like to order a set, shoot me an email. We’re only charging K 500,000, which is around US$100. A steal of a deal, if you ask me. Unfortunately, we don’t deliver, so you’ll have to swing by Siavonga to pick it up.
I’ve avoided writing about this for some time now but I just can’t hold out any longer. Holy crap, Zambian women breast feed ALL THE TIME and they are not so shy about it. It is ridiculous. I’ve tried averting my eyes, but it doesn’t work very well because whenever I avert my eyes there’s always another Zambian woman breast feeding wherever I avert them. I even did a little experiment yesterday…throughout the day I decided to look out of my kitchen window 10 times and count how many times my neighbors were breastfeeding. 6 out of 10. No joke. So, if we assume that they’re breastfeeding for 60% of their waking hours and that they sleep for 8 hours a night, that means they’re breastfeeding for approximately 9 hours and 36 minutes every day. Yikes.
We had our first runaway Namumu-an last week, which was an interesting experience. Gift, an eight year old boy (and Kailyn Jones’ BFF), ran away from the boys’ dormitory and was nowhere to be found for an entire night. Apparently he had gotten caught by one of the older boys stealing money off of Kebby’s table in his bedroom (Kebby, being the boys’ caretaker, has an open room in the middle of the dormitory). Fearing punishment from Kebby, Gift skidaddled out of there, fleeing the scene of the crime.
So, I joined in the search party and we went around the entire Namumu Complex, looking high and low, trying to find where Gift might be (it felt a little like in the Dennis the Menace movie when Dennis ran away and teamed up with a skeezy Christopher Lloyd and the entire neighborhood went out to find him). It’s winter time now and it’s actually pretty chilly at night, so we were worried about the little guy.
He wasn’t found until the next morning, but at least we found him. I’m not sure where he slept but he was found around one of the villages close by to Namumu. I haven’t heard about his punishment, but I’m told that he got straightened out and that everything is ok now.
What a rascal.
My diet has been interesting recently. After spending an entire evening huddled in the fetal position clutching my stomach and moaning, all because I ate some expired nsima, I’ve lost my taste for the Zambian staple food completely (for blog new-comers, nsima is like grits, just corn meal and water). So, for now I’ve switched my staple food to bread and butter. The amount of butter I’ve consumed during my stay so far is absolutely disgusting. I’m really ashamed of myself. I’ve already gone through 7 kgs of butter by myself, and I have the leftover tubs stacked up in my kitchen to prove it.
Speaking of food, we’ve been harvesting beans, peas, Chinese cabbage and rape pretty much every day lately. There isn’t too much in this world that’s more satisfying than picking beans and peas that you’ve planted and tended and immediately taking them home, cooking and eating them. Everything out of our gardens will either go to the Namumu kitchen or will be sold. So far we’ve sold to a number of customers, mostly Namumu staff and to members of the surrounding community. Cha-Ching! (Actually we haven’t made much money and probably won’t make much in the future but the kids are learning a lot and enjoying the gardening).
Innocent cried when I left him to go to work again the other day…my man.
Rafyc, our carpenter, had a very productive month of May. He’s a hard worker and produces some amazing stuff. I wish I could find a way to post a picture of some of his creations. He just finished a set of lounge chairs that were so good we had a number of orders for similar ones placed by people that happened to pass by his stand and see them, which is pretty remarkable because not many people pass by his stand at all. If you’d like to order a set, shoot me an email. We’re only charging K 500,000, which is around US$100. A steal of a deal, if you ask me. Unfortunately, we don’t deliver, so you’ll have to swing by Siavonga to pick it up.
I’ve avoided writing about this for some time now but I just can’t hold out any longer. Holy crap, Zambian women breast feed ALL THE TIME and they are not so shy about it. It is ridiculous. I’ve tried averting my eyes, but it doesn’t work very well because whenever I avert my eyes there’s always another Zambian woman breast feeding wherever I avert them. I even did a little experiment yesterday…throughout the day I decided to look out of my kitchen window 10 times and count how many times my neighbors were breastfeeding. 6 out of 10. No joke. So, if we assume that they’re breastfeeding for 60% of their waking hours and that they sleep for 8 hours a night, that means they’re breastfeeding for approximately 9 hours and 36 minutes every day. Yikes.
Monday, June 1, 2009
Requests
I apologize for the delay in posting this request, but I’ve tried to ask around this week to find out what materials from the US might be needed around Namumu and I finally got a few solid requests. If anyone coming to Namumu in June or July is looking for items to bring along, any of these will work. Again, I’m sorry I haven’t gotten these out sooner, and if it’s too late to put things together or if there’s not enough room to transport them I understand.
Mr. Malambo, the head teacher at the Namumu Community School, got me a list of small items that the school could use:
Calculators
Chalk (white and colored)
English Dictionaries
English Bibles
Crayons
Pencils
Staplers and Staples
Ink Pads and Ink
Glue Sticks
File Folders
Rulers
Envelopes
Index Cards
Chalk Board Erasers
Soccer Balls
Volley Balls
Whistles
Pens
Plain Computer Paper
Markers
Jump Ropes
Any help with these would be greatly appreciated.
Also, if anyone felt compelled to donate a working laptop computer and power cord it would be terrific. We only have one computer at the moment that can print documents and connect to the internet, so an additional one would make life much easier. I know that this is a big request, but I figured I’d get it out there just in case anyone has an old laptop lying around collecting dust. Old? Slow? It doesn’t matter, we’d take it.
If you think you can help with any of these items, please email me at ssc2x@virginia.edu as soon as you can to let me know. Thanks a bunch.
Mr. Malambo, the head teacher at the Namumu Community School, got me a list of small items that the school could use:
Calculators
Chalk (white and colored)
English Dictionaries
English Bibles
Crayons
Pencils
Staplers and Staples
Ink Pads and Ink
Glue Sticks
File Folders
Rulers
Envelopes
Index Cards
Chalk Board Erasers
Soccer Balls
Volley Balls
Whistles
Pens
Plain Computer Paper
Markers
Jump Ropes
Any help with these would be greatly appreciated.
Also, if anyone felt compelled to donate a working laptop computer and power cord it would be terrific. We only have one computer at the moment that can print documents and connect to the internet, so an additional one would make life much easier. I know that this is a big request, but I figured I’d get it out there just in case anyone has an old laptop lying around collecting dust. Old? Slow? It doesn’t matter, we’d take it.
If you think you can help with any of these items, please email me at ssc2x@virginia.edu as soon as you can to let me know. Thanks a bunch.
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