Monday, July 9, 2012

You say Immokalee, I say . . .

Unless you are a migrant recruiter who spends a lot of time filling out COEs (Certificates of Eligibility), then you might not find this entry too interesting. But . . . if you have had to spell repeatedly the names of any of the following towns in Florida, then you might be interested. Many of the migrant workers who travel to South Carolina previously lived  in one of these towns that challenge even the best spellers.

IMMOKALEE


                                         WIMAUMA



                                                                      WACHULA



Wednesday, July 4, 2012

The gift of Sandias

Beginning in the middle of June until the middle of July, watermelon (sandia) are everywhere on St. Helena. I have sampled this succulent fruit (or vegetable?) from all over the East Coast of the USA and throughout Central America, and I can assure you that the melons from South Carolina are superior to their counterparts--no doubt about it.

Most of us in education have given up the notion that we will ever get rich in our field.  There are a few of us, however,  who know better. During watermelon season, we are often given a 10 -15 pound bonus from our students. If we are lucky, sometimes they will give us some "green" that has been on ice for several hours. Forget the cash, forget the big salaries. Once you've had an ice cold, South Carolin watermelon on a hot summer evening, you realize there are some things that money can't buy.

In all seriousness, I am often touched by the fact that so many migrants are so eager to give us the gift of sandias or tomates. We try to never turn down their generosity. There is always a neighbor or church or school faculty somewhere that will eagerly accept their generosity if we no longer have room for it.





Aaron receives a "gift of green" from a worker in Chisholm Camp on David Green Road. Many times after a class ends, we will cut up one of these bad boys and pass it around the circle. Even after the guys have been picking melons all day, they still seem to enjoy their taste. I know I do.






On this particular night, we were given more than our fair share of sandias. With 5 of us in a Honda Accord, sometimes we have to think vertically as demonstrated by Aaron and Melissale.






It's part of the job


Now before the Migrant Program Director or District Coordinator begins to wonder if taking the time to enjoy a tamale with mole is part of the job, let me argue my case.

The OSY team is constantly going into the fields, homes, camps and kitchens of the migrant workers and their families. We try to exchange pleasantries before getting down to the work of filling out COE (certificicates of eligibility) and teaching classes in the overwhelming summer heat of Beaufort County South Carolina. The kitchen (the hottest place in the entire camp) is an important domain of anyone who works in a migrant program. For one reason, this is one place where we can actually interact with the women of the camps. Quite often as they are cooking tamales, gutting fish, removing the shells of crabs, or making salsa, the OSY team can be found talking about the location of the Migrant Health Clinic and giving the essential vocabulary these women might need in the event they have to go there. On other occasions, we might be giving a lesson on colors or numbers or "cooking words" in English. 

But is sitting down to eat a requirement of the job?

While we do not make a habit of sitting down to eat every night at the camps, it is true that many women in the kitchens enjoy giving us a tasty sample of what they are cooking. They are proud of their ability to offer us something in return for our time spent with them. And if you have ever been to a migrant camp, you will often notice the delicious aroma that always seems to be coming from the kitchens in the camps. 

And since one of the most important parts of our job is to build a sense of trust and caring between ourselves and our students in the camps, it would be rather insulting to turn down what is usually some of the most tasty cuisine every prepared in Beaufort County.

Therefore, while it might look like I'm sitting down and enjoying a warm tamale with chicken mole in the photo, let it been known that I am working, working real hard with every delicious bite I take. Therefore, this is one time that "Sitting Down on the Job" can be an important part of the job description for a member of the OSY team.

Ana is very interested in the recipes used by the women of Mexico and Central America. She often asks them about the specific ingredients of their recipes and how a similar dish might be made in her home country of Spain. So often I have seen these friendly conversations result in a bond of trust that ultimately results in a woman attending classes or at least being more open to the idea of learning more about the services we offer in our program.




Tuesday, July 3, 2012

David


I have known David for 4 years. Each summer he returns to St. Helena to pick tomatoes and to give many of them to members of the OSY team. David is 56 years old making him one of the oldest migrant workers, perhaps the oldest, currently picking in South Carolina today.

David is one of those individuals that I look forward to seeing every summer. While I know that his life in the fields is phsically difficult on him, he maintains a positive attitute that I can only hope to emulate.

The photo below was taken at the request of David, a fact which makes it even more special to me. He asked me inside his room to meet his friend and of course to give me a bag of tomatoes. I promised David that I would give him a copy of this photo the next time I returned to Dempsey Camp. Unfortunately, he and the rest of the camp packed up and left for Virginia before I was able to give him a copy of this photo.

I look forward to David's return next year in May of 2013. I will have a framed copy of this photo ready to give him.















Some times our paths cross with individuals that . . .

We will never forget. I have once again been reminded that all of us are on a journey that takes us to new places and provides opportunities to interact with fellow travellers. I often see migrant workers as being on a journey within a journey shared by all of us.


And on a less philosophical note, the guy who is making the rabbit ears above my head in the top photo is Joel, the van driver for migrant clinic. And who said the French do not have a sense of humor.

Early Exit

Sunday, June 24, 2012: Station Creek I/ Cuffy Camp I packs up to leave for Virginia. This is one of the earliest departures that I can remember in my 5 years with Beaufort MEP. We did have an exceptionally rainy and cool month of June which might have something to do with the early exit.

  
 While there is much commotion on moving day, there
 is a high degree of organization amidst the chaos.


Violeta is given a last minute gift of tomatoes to pass
on to Mama Lisa.



It would surprise some people to see the number of
satelite dishes in the migrant camps on St. Helena. 
Watching television and talking on cell phone are two 
of the ways in which many migrant workers spend their
free time. 
















The children always find the time to play, even on
moving day.