To everyone who is reading this blog and who took my project and my request for money seriously, THANK YOU! The money was just rolling in. We have already met the required amount, and will now be able to start construction on the toilets! Updates on that to follow.
And now for a little update:
For the last 5 weeks I have made my new home in my little house in the jungle, among the most heartwarmingly friendly people I have ever known. When I wake up in the morning, it is often to someone yelling my name through the walls of my house to see if I'm up. I don't respond, for the sake of creating SOME semblance of boundaries, but I secretly love it. Children here are always testing my boundaries, often poking me or touching me and then looking guilty to see if I'll do anything about it. Mostly, they just have nothing to do, and need some structure. Which is why I have taken to giving them little chores to do if they come to my house. It keeps them out of trouble. Kids can be sent to do your dishes at the river (but bewarned, the little ones aren't very thorough), to throw things onto the trash pile in the "jungle" behind the house, to sweep the porch, and other things. They are very eager to do chores here. It's one of the few things a kid here can do to get some positive reinforcement. Mostly they get yelled at, which is understandable, as there are far too many kids and far too few adults hanging around this village. (Work opportunities often exist mainly in the city, or require you to move around.) And, well, people here have lots of kids.
Since I've been in my village, I have experienced so many things that I would have loved to have shared with people back home. I've gone to "Baka Seei" (grounds, for subsistence farming) with three separate families. Around here, the female head of every household is in charge of her own "kondre" (country). If you follow a path into the jungle, the kondre's are scattered on little hidden paths off of the big path. Your kondre is a little home away from home. You might walk about 2-3 hours to get to your kondre. Barefoot, carrying everything you'll need on your head, wading through creeks, and balancing on logs, or pushing a wheelbarrow on a log over a river. Four-year-old's have been outperforming me in this department. Once there, you will find two or three little structures. One for sleeping, one for cooking, and sometimes one that is a little raised off the ground for food storage. You'll also build a little shade-structure in the middle of your fields for mid-day cooking and shade. You probably have a hammock and some dishes and food waiting for you there too. When you go to your grounds, you might go for a couple of hours, or you might stay there overnight a few nights. I have done both, every time an adventure. Right now is the season for harvesting rice, so I learned how to do that, and how to find potatoes in the ground, and which okra to pick and which to leave. Needless to say, I am learning a lot.
I have also been fighting the good fight against the evil mice. Even when mice can't find anything edible in my house, they will find something plastic to destroy. The things that I have had to part with due to mouse-destruction include: my wallet, gardening gloves, a mirror (really?), several articles of clothing, a dishrag, the lids off of several plastic containers, and they even chewed the buckets that I keep my food in (which they're not supposed to be able to get into). I have decided to get a cat to join forces with my side. Wish me luck.
And so, everyone, it is time for me to part with you for now.
Talk to you soon!
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Today's the Day!
By the way, I uploaded a very few pictures onto my picasa site. Enjoy.
ALSO, check out the episode of Bizarre Foods, Suriname. For all intents and purposes, the village you see in the show could be my own. The girl who is translating in the show is actually Amber, a volunteer that has just completed her two years as a PCV, and she speaks the language that I will be attempting to master too. Watch it!!! You will get a very good idea of what my home on the Upper Suriname River is like.
Today I officially become a Peace Corps Volunteer. I take the oath that every government worker takes (from what I hear.) I am sitting in the Peace Corps office, which is the only reason I have access to a computer at all. As you know, I managed to break mine, and now I have only 2 days to try to remedy the situation. Maybe I can get a keyboard that is USB connected. If I cannot buy this here, I will give a shout out to my friends in the US with all the connections. Keep your ears peeled.
I also have an announcement to make. The volunteer that was previously in my site has left one of her projects unfinished. She is trying to get my village some pour-flush toilets. My village is on a river, and is surrounded on all sides by another, larger village. As of now, the villagers have no real waste disposal system. People either find a spot in the jungle to poop in, or use the river. This is not a feasible method of waste disposal since the river is also the main source of drinking water and is used for cleaning dishes and clothes too. Pour-flush toilets are a more sanitary solution. Effectively, we are hoping to promote a change in behavior with the addition of the toilets.
My predecessor has worked hard to realize the whole thing. She has been seeking funding for months now with no luck from any of the organizations that would be able to fund the whole thing. So now she has taken the matter into her own hands and asked friends and family at home for some help. As my predecessor is now officially passing her village on to me, I have agreed to take on her project as well. I will seek the funding and hopefully witness the creation and use of the pour flush-toilets.
As an official volunteer now, I am making a first request for donations from you, my family and friends. Your money will be directly applied to the cost of wood, nails, cement, and the like. The blood, sweat and tears will be provided for free by the people in the village. They have agreed to contribute not only by pulling sand from the river bottom for cement, but also by building the toilets themselves. Everything else we have to buy.
If you would like to help me out with my first project, I would be incredibly grateful. Here's how to do it:
- Go to www.peacecorps.gov
-Click on Donate to Volunteer Projects
-Search for project number: 568-123 (The project will still appear under the last name of the previous volunteer, Cook.)
-Enter how much you are interested in donating!
I would love to see my village enjoy the benefits of this project. I hope you feel the same!
ALSO, check out the episode of Bizarre Foods, Suriname. For all intents and purposes, the village you see in the show could be my own. The girl who is translating in the show is actually Amber, a volunteer that has just completed her two years as a PCV, and she speaks the language that I will be attempting to master too. Watch it!!! You will get a very good idea of what my home on the Upper Suriname River is like.
Today I officially become a Peace Corps Volunteer. I take the oath that every government worker takes (from what I hear.) I am sitting in the Peace Corps office, which is the only reason I have access to a computer at all. As you know, I managed to break mine, and now I have only 2 days to try to remedy the situation. Maybe I can get a keyboard that is USB connected. If I cannot buy this here, I will give a shout out to my friends in the US with all the connections. Keep your ears peeled.
I also have an announcement to make. The volunteer that was previously in my site has left one of her projects unfinished. She is trying to get my village some pour-flush toilets. My village is on a river, and is surrounded on all sides by another, larger village. As of now, the villagers have no real waste disposal system. People either find a spot in the jungle to poop in, or use the river. This is not a feasible method of waste disposal since the river is also the main source of drinking water and is used for cleaning dishes and clothes too. Pour-flush toilets are a more sanitary solution. Effectively, we are hoping to promote a change in behavior with the addition of the toilets.
My predecessor has worked hard to realize the whole thing. She has been seeking funding for months now with no luck from any of the organizations that would be able to fund the whole thing. So now she has taken the matter into her own hands and asked friends and family at home for some help. As my predecessor is now officially passing her village on to me, I have agreed to take on her project as well. I will seek the funding and hopefully witness the creation and use of the pour flush-toilets.
As an official volunteer now, I am making a first request for donations from you, my family and friends. Your money will be directly applied to the cost of wood, nails, cement, and the like. The blood, sweat and tears will be provided for free by the people in the village. They have agreed to contribute not only by pulling sand from the river bottom for cement, but also by building the toilets themselves. Everything else we have to buy.
If you would like to help me out with my first project, I would be incredibly grateful. Here's how to do it:
- Go to www.peacecorps.gov
-Click on Donate to Volunteer Projects
-Search for project number: 568-123 (The project will still appear under the last name of the previous volunteer, Cook.)
-Enter how much you are interested in donating!
I would love to see my village enjoy the benefits of this project. I hope you feel the same!
Saturday, July 9, 2011
Whew
Hello everyone. A lot has happened since I last updated this blog! I am now in my last week in the city before I get sent out to my new site! It sounds like I will have to stay at site for 3 solid months, since that is Peace Corps policy. Since I have last updated this blog:
1. My computer broke. I have hope that it's just a loose wire and that my fellow Sur 17 friend can do some surgery to fix it.
2. I have decided to get a cat when I go to my site.
3. I was on stage at the US Ambassador's house with Suriname's President Bouterse, and subsequently saw myself on tv the next day. (They were celebrating the PC's 50th anniversary.)
4. I got to celebrate Keti Koti (Emancipation of the Slaves) on July 1st with my host family. They got all dressed up to go to church, and would have done some extensive partying if it had not been for their mourning. Hairdo's become a focal point of a woman's outfit on these occasions, and I wish I had taken some pictures of the elaborate hairdo's I saw on that day.
5. I took my language proficiency test and have officially passed. I am all set to get sworn in on July 13th! I have to buy everything I will need in the next three months between then and when I leave for my new site on the 16th.
I hope all is well on the home front.
Peace Out! Hope to see you all again in 3 months!
1. My computer broke. I have hope that it's just a loose wire and that my fellow Sur 17 friend can do some surgery to fix it.
2. I have decided to get a cat when I go to my site.
3. I was on stage at the US Ambassador's house with Suriname's President Bouterse, and subsequently saw myself on tv the next day. (They were celebrating the PC's 50th anniversary.)
4. I got to celebrate Keti Koti (Emancipation of the Slaves) on July 1st with my host family. They got all dressed up to go to church, and would have done some extensive partying if it had not been for their mourning. Hairdo's become a focal point of a woman's outfit on these occasions, and I wish I had taken some pictures of the elaborate hairdo's I saw on that day.
5. I took my language proficiency test and have officially passed. I am all set to get sworn in on July 13th! I have to buy everything I will need in the next three months between then and when I leave for my new site on the 16th.
I hope all is well on the home front.
Peace Out! Hope to see you all again in 3 months!
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Yay Travelling!
So I have 15 minutes for this blog. I will be quick.
Last week I spent a week staying in Hermansdorp with my host mother, Elsje. She has a daughter who lives in Paramaribo to go to school. (If you want any education in Suriname, you have to move to the city. It's a big problem for people living in the interior.) Elsje has no husband but was acting as mother to Ifna, a 13 year old who was somehow related to Elje, but relations are so confusing in this culture, I'll never figure out how.
Hermansdorp is a religious town, which is rather developed, for what I was expecting. I had a bed, a flush toilet, indoor plumbing and electricity. People here often have unlimited access to groundwater, so they just waste water like there is no such thing as drought in California. If you walk down the only road for like 40 minutes, you hit a place that is completely opposite to hermansdorp. The houses are scattered around with no roads, everyone has the same front yard, the houses are only for sleeping and there are outhouses and you wash at the river or in a wash house.
My mother was not very religious (though the rest of the town goes to church 2-3 times a week)and she had had so many previous volunteers that she knew exactly what to expect to have to teach me. I learned that real saramaccan women do not squat when doing yardwork, they bend at the hips. I cleaned her yard for about 3 hours like that. She worked at the B.O. which is the government office, and was thus busy until 3 pm daily. I did, however, get her delicious cooking when she came home at noon to cook for me. Saramaccan cooking utilizes 2-3 cubes of maggi, MSG in powder form, AND salt. We almost died. And this all despite our doctor warning these women that PC volunteers can't eat too much salt and MSG.
I had my rough moments this week. I was pretty overwhelmed with my 3 weeks of language experience and living at someone else's house. But, I survived, and I feel much more prepared now that I've been through it.
This next week I will be visiting a current volunteer at their site, and then my OWN future site!!!! I am very excited to get a chance to see where I will be living for the next two years. After that, I'll be back at the training facility for 2 weeks. I'l lbe able to give a more detailed update then.
that's it for now!
Last week I spent a week staying in Hermansdorp with my host mother, Elsje. She has a daughter who lives in Paramaribo to go to school. (If you want any education in Suriname, you have to move to the city. It's a big problem for people living in the interior.) Elsje has no husband but was acting as mother to Ifna, a 13 year old who was somehow related to Elje, but relations are so confusing in this culture, I'll never figure out how.
Hermansdorp is a religious town, which is rather developed, for what I was expecting. I had a bed, a flush toilet, indoor plumbing and electricity. People here often have unlimited access to groundwater, so they just waste water like there is no such thing as drought in California. If you walk down the only road for like 40 minutes, you hit a place that is completely opposite to hermansdorp. The houses are scattered around with no roads, everyone has the same front yard, the houses are only for sleeping and there are outhouses and you wash at the river or in a wash house.
My mother was not very religious (though the rest of the town goes to church 2-3 times a week)and she had had so many previous volunteers that she knew exactly what to expect to have to teach me. I learned that real saramaccan women do not squat when doing yardwork, they bend at the hips. I cleaned her yard for about 3 hours like that. She worked at the B.O. which is the government office, and was thus busy until 3 pm daily. I did, however, get her delicious cooking when she came home at noon to cook for me. Saramaccan cooking utilizes 2-3 cubes of maggi, MSG in powder form, AND salt. We almost died. And this all despite our doctor warning these women that PC volunteers can't eat too much salt and MSG.
I had my rough moments this week. I was pretty overwhelmed with my 3 weeks of language experience and living at someone else's house. But, I survived, and I feel much more prepared now that I've been through it.
This next week I will be visiting a current volunteer at their site, and then my OWN future site!!!! I am very excited to get a chance to see where I will be living for the next two years. After that, I'll be back at the training facility for 2 weeks. I'l lbe able to give a more detailed update then.
that's it for now!
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
This was bound to happen
So, I have had my first encounter with the Peace Corps Suriname doctor, Doctor Legiman. We call him doc. He is a little asian-american man who has a hilarious personality. Don't get me wrong, we have seen him around the training facility quite a number of times now. He gives lectures on STD's and Creepies and Crawlies. We now have a running joke about the SIKA fly that lays eggs under your skin and you have to wait a week before you can pop the wound and pull out the baby growing inside you. (This, as it turns out, is one of the least worrisome bugs, as it has a limited effect on you. I won't get into the more gruesome ones.)
I have also already had to endure 3 shots! And I was lucky because I apparently am up to date on my Hepatitis A and B shots. There is at least one more shot (the last in the 3-series of rabies shots) but more likely is that there will be up to 5 more for me.
But this time, I had to call Doc to come see me. Yesterday, I thought that it would be a good idea to do sprints running backwards. Of course, I promptly tripped myself, went flying and landed on my elbow. It is now very bruised and painful to twist in one direction. So I called Doc to come see me and tell me that I didn't have a fracture. He said it looks like its all soft tissue damage, so that is good. Tomorrow, I call him for an update, and in the mean time, I got a strong anti inflammatory. Being injured is no fun. Try putting your hair into a pony tail with one arm!
Tomorrow, I have to present a 45 minute presentation on Nutrition. My partner and I have to do a lot of work on that tonight, so I will be busy with that today too. We are some of the last people to go, having seen everyone else's presentations last week and this week, so we have a lot of pressure to use lessons we've learned from others in our own presentations.
On sunday, we depart to our host families for the week, and we might not have internet. Shortly after that, we go visit our future site for a week. All in all, I might not update this blog for a while.
Think of me, as I take my malaria pills and have vivid dreams because of it, and as I have awkward moments with host families and such.
Gotta go!
I have also already had to endure 3 shots! And I was lucky because I apparently am up to date on my Hepatitis A and B shots. There is at least one more shot (the last in the 3-series of rabies shots) but more likely is that there will be up to 5 more for me.
But this time, I had to call Doc to come see me. Yesterday, I thought that it would be a good idea to do sprints running backwards. Of course, I promptly tripped myself, went flying and landed on my elbow. It is now very bruised and painful to twist in one direction. So I called Doc to come see me and tell me that I didn't have a fracture. He said it looks like its all soft tissue damage, so that is good. Tomorrow, I call him for an update, and in the mean time, I got a strong anti inflammatory. Being injured is no fun. Try putting your hair into a pony tail with one arm!
Tomorrow, I have to present a 45 minute presentation on Nutrition. My partner and I have to do a lot of work on that tonight, so I will be busy with that today too. We are some of the last people to go, having seen everyone else's presentations last week and this week, so we have a lot of pressure to use lessons we've learned from others in our own presentations.
On sunday, we depart to our host families for the week, and we might not have internet. Shortly after that, we go visit our future site for a week. All in all, I might not update this blog for a while.
Think of me, as I take my malaria pills and have vivid dreams because of it, and as I have awkward moments with host families and such.
Gotta go!
Saturday, May 21, 2011
Camp Suriname
Staying in Lelydorp is starting to feel a bit like camp. We spend all day in our various language classes, and all evening learning about Suriname. We all go to the kitchen to eat breakfast in the morning, and we get a 2 hour break to go to the nearby restaurants for lunch. Then we try to do things together, often using the last bit of sunlight to play a game of soccer or kickball. I am quite skilled at soccer compared to these kids, which I was surprised about, but is a nice ego boost. And I am learning a lot of baseball strategy by playing kickball.
Although we are adults, we got in trouble by the country director this weekend because someone brought an outsider to the training facility late at night. I am definitely in agreement that whoever it was was not thinking straight, but I can't say that it didn't make me feel like I was five when we all got a good talking to.
Camp Suriname is pretty nice and all, but I am starting to feel like I am in a bubble, protected from the real world that lurks in the distance. We are always listening to people tell us about what we will encounter and what will be expected of us, but there is not an inkling of any of that yet. That being said, we are scheduled to make our first one-week homestay trip next week. We are all very excited to finally get to be in the mix of things. A lot of the girls will be expected to wear Pangi's (the skirts we bought last weekend) for the first time ever, so that will be an experience. Then there are the awkward things, like that fact that Saramaccan's don't really have mealtimes and don't often eat together, and DEFINITELY don't talk while eating. I'll report back on that one. There's also the fact that my host mother is supposed to teach me to wash my clothes by the river and wash myself as well. They are big on hygiene, especially in the private area, and I am told that many of last years volunteers got a one on one lesson from their host moms on proper downstairs washing techniques. That should be awkward. Even more so because it will involve a lot of hand gestures and failed attempts at communication.
Oh, by the way, the address I was given was incorrect. I am told that the mail has been delivered, even with the incorrect address, but just in case, here is the real one:
Peace Corps Suriname
Attn: Alissa Kispersky
P.O.B. 9500
Franchepanestraat 12-16
Paramaribo, Suriname
South America
It is time for me to go now! I am loving the comments you guys are leaving so keep it up! Also feel free to ask me about any certain aspects of my life here that you want to know about.
See you next time!
Although we are adults, we got in trouble by the country director this weekend because someone brought an outsider to the training facility late at night. I am definitely in agreement that whoever it was was not thinking straight, but I can't say that it didn't make me feel like I was five when we all got a good talking to.
Camp Suriname is pretty nice and all, but I am starting to feel like I am in a bubble, protected from the real world that lurks in the distance. We are always listening to people tell us about what we will encounter and what will be expected of us, but there is not an inkling of any of that yet. That being said, we are scheduled to make our first one-week homestay trip next week. We are all very excited to finally get to be in the mix of things. A lot of the girls will be expected to wear Pangi's (the skirts we bought last weekend) for the first time ever, so that will be an experience. Then there are the awkward things, like that fact that Saramaccan's don't really have mealtimes and don't often eat together, and DEFINITELY don't talk while eating. I'll report back on that one. There's also the fact that my host mother is supposed to teach me to wash my clothes by the river and wash myself as well. They are big on hygiene, especially in the private area, and I am told that many of last years volunteers got a one on one lesson from their host moms on proper downstairs washing techniques. That should be awkward. Even more so because it will involve a lot of hand gestures and failed attempts at communication.
Oh, by the way, the address I was given was incorrect. I am told that the mail has been delivered, even with the incorrect address, but just in case, here is the real one:
Peace Corps Suriname
Attn: Alissa Kispersky
P.O.B. 9500
Franchepanestraat 12-16
Paramaribo, Suriname
South America
It is time for me to go now! I am loving the comments you guys are leaving so keep it up! Also feel free to ask me about any certain aspects of my life here that you want to know about.
See you next time!
Saturday, May 14, 2011
First Trip to the City
Paramaribo: THE city in Suriname. This weekend was Sur-17's (the 17th group of volunteers in Suriname) first chaperoned outing to the big city! Although I usually hate being coddled and treated like a child, I was grateful to have our Language teachers with us as we explored. Our teachers had the whole thing planned, from the bus fare, to which shops we would enter. It costs 1.65 SRD (suriname dollars) to take the bus from Lelydorp to Paramaribo. The current exchange rate is something like 3.3 SRD to one USD.
We were taken into a shop at which we could buy cloth for Pangi. (This is especially for the girls, since we will be wearing them pretty much all the time once we get to the interior. The guys just wear shorts and T-shirts.) Women standing behind the counter let you choose one of a million cloth patterns, then they judge your waist size by staring at it, and cut off the appropriate amount of material. My Pangi size was judged to be the "usual" 1.35 meters. If I was an industrious woman, I could now buy other materials and sew them onto my Pangi in patterns. Or at least sew a border into it. I think I will wait for someone to teach me how to do that before I attempt it.
We also walked through a giant market. People were selling all kinds of fruit and vegetables, and I was a bit overwhelmed. It is mango season, and I have yet to buy one to try it, because I am too scared to delve into the market-depths. Our teachers took us to a stand where we bought ginger beer. It was incredibly spicy. But also very refreshing. We also got some local cake from another stand. Next time I will try to buy something I have not yet tried here.
The next shop was a department store, which was surprisingly all-encompassing. The stores in Lelydorp have been pretty limited and seem to have only the cheap "made-in-china" type products. Here, though, I could have bought a pair of men's tighty whiteys with african print on them, and a border that said "clench." Jon, you are lucky I wasn't in a spending mood.
Also on our route was a bookstore. It was nicer than any of the other stores I have seen in Suriname so far. It reminded me of the Bookstore in Germany that I used to love as a kid. But in Suriname, you have to put any item you want to buy into a basket as you walk around the store. Otherwise they yell at you. The bookstore had an interesting mix of categories, separating the sections of books into languages (yes there was an english section). Unfortunately, there were no books in Saramaccan. It's not really a written language anyways. Our teacher does spell words for us to write down, but she is constantly spelling the words differently, often causing much confusion. I did buy some envelopes and a pen, though, since I managed to forget to bring more than 2 pens with me to Suriname. I don't know what I was thinking.
By the end of the day, we were thoroughly exhausted. I can hardly sit straight after all that walking and learning. (By the way, the men here like to call out to women on the street, mostly doing kissing noises and beckoning for you to join them. We are told not to respond because we might encourage them to do it more. I think it's funny when I'm with a group of people, but I could imagine it would feel a bit more threatening if I was walking alone. ) I can't wait till the day when I can call this place home, and not be scared to walk the streets by myself.
If you've gotten this far, you might be interested in the fact that I have a Picasa album to which I am attempting to add my photos as much as possible. Jon has been nice enough to set it up so that there is a link to the album at the bottom of this blog page. So far, I have been able to upload about 4 pictures in an hour of internet use. So don't get too excited. But it's a start!
We were taken into a shop at which we could buy cloth for Pangi. (This is especially for the girls, since we will be wearing them pretty much all the time once we get to the interior. The guys just wear shorts and T-shirts.) Women standing behind the counter let you choose one of a million cloth patterns, then they judge your waist size by staring at it, and cut off the appropriate amount of material. My Pangi size was judged to be the "usual" 1.35 meters. If I was an industrious woman, I could now buy other materials and sew them onto my Pangi in patterns. Or at least sew a border into it. I think I will wait for someone to teach me how to do that before I attempt it.
We also walked through a giant market. People were selling all kinds of fruit and vegetables, and I was a bit overwhelmed. It is mango season, and I have yet to buy one to try it, because I am too scared to delve into the market-depths. Our teachers took us to a stand where we bought ginger beer. It was incredibly spicy. But also very refreshing. We also got some local cake from another stand. Next time I will try to buy something I have not yet tried here.
The next shop was a department store, which was surprisingly all-encompassing. The stores in Lelydorp have been pretty limited and seem to have only the cheap "made-in-china" type products. Here, though, I could have bought a pair of men's tighty whiteys with african print on them, and a border that said "clench." Jon, you are lucky I wasn't in a spending mood.
Also on our route was a bookstore. It was nicer than any of the other stores I have seen in Suriname so far. It reminded me of the Bookstore in Germany that I used to love as a kid. But in Suriname, you have to put any item you want to buy into a basket as you walk around the store. Otherwise they yell at you. The bookstore had an interesting mix of categories, separating the sections of books into languages (yes there was an english section). Unfortunately, there were no books in Saramaccan. It's not really a written language anyways. Our teacher does spell words for us to write down, but she is constantly spelling the words differently, often causing much confusion. I did buy some envelopes and a pen, though, since I managed to forget to bring more than 2 pens with me to Suriname. I don't know what I was thinking.
By the end of the day, we were thoroughly exhausted. I can hardly sit straight after all that walking and learning. (By the way, the men here like to call out to women on the street, mostly doing kissing noises and beckoning for you to join them. We are told not to respond because we might encourage them to do it more. I think it's funny when I'm with a group of people, but I could imagine it would feel a bit more threatening if I was walking alone. ) I can't wait till the day when I can call this place home, and not be scared to walk the streets by myself.
If you've gotten this far, you might be interested in the fact that I have a Picasa album to which I am attempting to add my photos as much as possible. Jon has been nice enough to set it up so that there is a link to the album at the bottom of this blog page. So far, I have been able to upload about 4 pictures in an hour of internet use. So don't get too excited. But it's a start!
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