Third Goal

Images from India

Seynebou and N'Diaya

A member of my family.  I don't know if I adopted them or if they adopted me.  At any rate, knowing the Sarr's was wonderful.

Circumcision Rites

Becoming a man, a milestone in life.

Go Fly a Kite

I built this kite in my village of M'Boulouctène, Senegal.  After flying it I left the village for a couple of days.  When I returned every kid was running around trailing a piece of string with a scrap of paper tied to it.

Albert Academy, 1962

With Form 1 students

Meeting The Prime Minister

We arrived in Sierra Leone shortly after the country had received its Independence from Great Britain. My roomates, Jim Sheahan and John Weinberg and I were all teaching at secondary schools in Freetown, the capitol city. One evening after school was over, we went to Lumley Beach for a swim. The beach was empty except for some Ghanian fishermen pulling in their nets. A short time later, two vehicles pulled up and parked behind a group of tall palm trees. A group of people got out and beg...

Going To Kayima

This was the third day in country going to my village. We spent the night in the bus. The next morning the driver walked to the nearest village and brought back men to push us out... after a heated arument on how much they wanted to be paid.

My Peace Corps Reflections

You might say I was one of the first Peace Corps volunteers, even though I just missed being counted among the first 1000.  I served in Venezuela as part of an agricultural extension project, during the period 1962-64.  As a Volunteer Leader, I supervised 19 Volunteers at 13 sites throughout six states.  The project’s main purpose was to develop 4-H Clubs (called 5-V in Venezuela), and provide the youth with techniques in agriculture and home economics. Prior to our departure from Washin...

Going Home

In September 1964 I arrived at Harford Secondary School for Girls in Moyamba, Sierra Leone where I was assigned as a Peace Corps Volunteer to teach music and French. I was 22 years old and had just graduated from college. This was my first time out of the country and my first “real” job. The two years at Harford were filled with learning, adventures, and wonderful new friends among the staff, students and townspeople. When my assignment was finished and I left in July 1966 I was in tear...