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Mom and dad with Marcelino This was written a few months before granny Lisa, mom and dad all died, one after the other. She is ill at the moment with cancer in the bush in South Africa, taking morphine and strong, nauseating doses of chemotherapy. Mom was born in Paris just before the war. Her father Richard was Jewish, and her mother Lisa was German. When granny talked about Germany before the war she would talk about "the inflation, the inflation." And she said Paris before the war was like Paradise on Earth. They were all into the theatre and the men were into mountain climbing. My Uncle Heini, at the age of 85 was still going up the foothills of the Himalayas. He was a famous actor in the Munich theatre. My mom was precocious, perhaps because she got so much attention from her mother. The war broke out while my grandfather was on a visit to South Africa. My grandmother was left on her own in occupied Paris with her half Jewish daughter to fend

Judica's letter: Dear all, This is to inform you that I today set off for Nelspruit very early in the morning to take part in the 11am celebration at the chapel with family and a friends and thereafter at the Matumi home of the Halls from 3pm, with a wider circle of friends that joined the family. The celebrations were very special and very touching. At the chapel the chapel the sons took charge of the proceedings with each of them playing a role and saying how they remember their mum. They read poems and gave brief, but very meaningful and appropriate messages. The ten grandchildren all took turns to say something, recite poems, sing, play the guitar and just simply brought emotional sobs from all of us. The ceremony was just fantastic punctuated with music from all over the world. The ceremony was very appropriate for Eve. It was amazing to see a little of Eve in each one of her sons and in each of her grandchildren. They were all so very proud of their mother and grandmother

On behalf of the International Training Centre of the ILO in Turin, the colleagues of the Gender Coordination Unit warmly wish to pay a tribute to the memory of Eve hall. a friend and a colleague in our activities for many years. We feel we have lost a member, which stretches across the organisation and beyond, sharing the same goals and commitments and beliefs. The common cause of promoting equality and human rights for women and men in each and every place in the world was the occasion for meeting with Eve many years ago. It has sustained our personal and professional relationship with her since then. We have admired her strength and commitment and her nice personality and her powerful dedication to the principles she firmly believed in. We have immensely profited from her wisdom and her clear knowledge of the issues related to the conditions of African women in the Southern Hemisphere. She was able to assist us in many endeavours, in translating an international policy framework int

     Mom with John and Carmen Employers' guide to trashing a community It doesn't take much to start trashing a community. For a start, bring in people from hundreds of kilometres away to replace permanent workers. Don't offer the incoming workers anything but piecemeal and temporary jobs for the barest minimum wage (if they are lucky). What happens to them when they aren't employed is none of your business. Advertise these wonderful opportunities on the local radio station to make sure you have got a surplus to choose from. Don't give them housing, let them squat, wherever, but let the proper houses that were occupied by the permanent workers, before they were retrenched, fall into the hands of thieves and squatters who take away the doors and the windows and finally, show incredulity when crime happens. Subcontracting and sub-contracting ... big fleas and little fleas... This process is in danger of gaining momentum. Like it says in the jing

Republique Francaise Liberte - egalite -fraternite Departemant de la Seine Ville de Levallois Perret Livret de Famille Marriage 24th December 1935 Richard Steinhardt Born 18th May 1906 in Belgrade, Serbia Profession Sales representative Address 48 rue Chaptal Son of Isidore Steinhardt and Regina Neumann To: Elise Gobel Born 15th May in Fanckfurt-sur-Mein, Germany Address Levallous-Perret 48 rue Chaptal Daughter of Conrad Gobel and Caroline Mofor Enfants: Steinhardt, Eve Diane Elise Born on 20th March 1937 In Paris, 9th Arrondisement DECEASED Steinhardt, Richard On 28th April 1980 in Golfe Juan, Commune de Vallouris, Alpes Maritimes

I remember picking up Blake's Auguries of Innocence and reading it to her last year, both of us hoping for a bit of comfort and enlightenment. It started very well "To see a World in a Grain of Sand And a Heaven in a Wild Flower, Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand And Eternity in an hour." But mom was an atheist and a feminist, and so when we hit these lines: "The Bat that flits at close of Eve Has left the Brain that won't believe. The Owl that calls upon the Night Speaks the Unbeliever's fright." "He who mocks the Infant's Faith Shall be mock'd in Age & Death. He who shall teach the Child to Doubt The rotting Grave shall ne'er get out." He just sounds intolerant and aggressive. And then these lines: "The Harlot's cry from Street to Street Shall weave Old England's winding Sheet. The Winner's Shout, the Loser's Curse, Dance before dead England's Hearse." And by the end of the poem, we both end

Photo from Treehugger In India, when my twin brothers were 13, my father decided to take them on one of his trips. This time it was to the foothills of the Himalayas to look at some development projects. There was a wonderful forestry project being run by a man. I wish I could recall his name. In the night the father of the project manager died and in the morning my brothers were woken up by the sound of mourning, wailing women. The son organised a funeral pyre - the rainy season had already come so it was very green. He asked my father to attend and he did with my brothers. The body of the old man was burned on a funeral pyre. But what most affected them was that after the orange flames had been burning the body for a while, the young man went up to the head of the body on the fire and after praying, struck the old man's head with a heavy stick, something like a lathi. The old man's dry skull cracked open and a shower of sparks leaped into the sky.