Tuesday, January 11, 2011
In preparation for a meeting, I was supposed to fly into Milwaukee last night, but all the flight delays and cancellations meant staying overnight in Minneapolis. The rebooked flight finally got to Milwaukee this morning–as soon as the wheels hit the ground–everyone dug out their cell phones and buried themselves in the latest texts and email messages. Everyone in the plane sat shoulder to shoulder, but with no conversations or interactions. And we wonder why many people feel lonely even among crowds of people.
I came to meet with my Provincial Council about St. Joseph’s Indian School’s planning to expand the museum and add better space for our alumni to visit. A big part of the project also involves floor space to tell the story of the history of St. Joseph’s Indian School. This afternoon, I provided background material, cost estimates, drawings, and answered questions as best I could. Observations from the Council helped provide direction and guidance. I’m finding this building project is taking a lot of work on the front end, so that it can be as useful and good as we hope when it’s finished.
Our SCJ retirement home is in the Milwaukee suburb of Franklin. I visited those members of our community and joined them for supper. Many of them also served in South Dakota, at St. Joseph’s Indian School or one of the missions. They invested a lot of themselves among the Lakota (Sioux) people and reminisced about the early days of the work.
This was my first trip back to the “home office” in over a year, since before I got sick. Everyone was very curious about my health, and I provided the latest updates. Everyone remarks how “normal” I look and say that with a sigh of relief and delight.
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So..You notice the “avoidance” measures people take ! Well, you know.those people do NOT notice it. But..you are the one “on track”. Depersonalization is what is not good for us..You will remember..”United we stand. Divided we fall”. Also..”If we do not hang together, surely we shall hang alone” (Benjamin Franklin).
In the place where you live, you march to a diffderent, and wiser drummer. That’s why you noticed this happening.Keep the Faith..!
Mia and Bob