Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Music in Benai Park



Gentle Reader,


                    "._If music is the food of love, play on..."
                                            -William Shakespeare


Backtracking some more, back to Benai Park in Beijing this time...  We stumbled upon some musicians playing under a pavillion, at the suggestion of another traveler.  A fine, fine group of musicians, playing traditional folk songs on traditional instruments.  When they noticed our presence under the pavillion, they asked what nationality we were.  And they they proceeded to serenade us with "American" songs:   Jingle Bells, Oh Suzannah, Red River Valley, and Auld Ange Syne.  Scott and I danced to Red River Valley, eliciting appreciative applause.  A lovely woman gave us a silver bookmark, too.


A beautiful afternoon...


Namaste,
Marianne/Bailing








Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Terra Cotta Warriors











Gentle Reader,

I will take a moment to backtrack to Xi'an and our experience there with the Terra Cotta Warriors and Horses...

This was one of the most profoundly moving and artistic journeys I have ever had.  The actual excavated pits were simply phenomenal to observe.  The artistry here... the fact that every warrior's face is individual...was especially moving.  I think I expected that the warriors faces would be stoic, set for battle.  Instead, the faces emanate a feeling of pride and honor, of feeling of joy.  Some even have slight smiles on their faces. 

I was reminded of the sites we visited in Turkey, where actual archaeologists were working live pits.  I remember asking them what they were listening to on their ipods.  The Beatles was their reply.

There is such painstaking and careful work going on here still in Xi'an.  The attention to detail and the gentleness with which each clay figure is handled is almost sacred in nature.  We were surprised to observe the softer color palette that originally covered each warrior.  Again, the attention to detail in the painting was spectacular, very much a labor of love. 

On the way to the Terra Cotta Warriors and Horses Museum, we stopped at an artist's factory. President Obama and Michelle Obama visited this factory, too.  Beautiful work there, including an embroidered rendition of a Klimt painting.

By the way, one of the two original farmers who discovered the Terra Cotta Warriors was on hand at the museum to meet, greet, and sign copies of his book.

A wonderful experience...

Namaste,
Marianne/Bailing

Thursday, July 24, 2014

Meeting Junda Chen in Beijing!!!!

Gentle Reader,

     "... Teachers open the door.  You enter by yourself."
                       -Chinese Proverb

Speaking of meeting special people in China, we were honored to meet up with none other than Junda Chen, my student from 5th hour AP Literature class!!!  Junda is currently living in Beijing, exploring the music industry.  He is a remarkably talented young man:  singer, dancer, composer, writer, poet.  We navigated the Beijing subway system for the first time to meet him for a delightful Peking Duck dinner.  What a  joy it was to meet Junda on his own stomping grounds and to share a meal and memories with him!!!!  Thank you, Junda, for making us feel so welcome in Beijing!!!!


After dinner, Junda took us on an adventure exploring some of the street music life in Beijing.  We saw everything from guys doing hip hop to middle aged couples twirling around to folk songs to Chinese line dancing.  A rollicking good musical time with Junda!!!


Namaste,
Marianne/Bailing








Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Bill Richardson...Li LeDong...Wang Shun...Monitors from 2011 Reunion


July 13, 2014

Gentle Readers,

      "...If you are planning for a year, sow rice.  If you are planning for a decade, plant trees.  If you are planning for a lifetime, educate people."   
              
                                                                     -Chinese Proverb

Today was a lovely day in Guiyang, reminding me of the importance and the value of education.  The day began with a breakfast conversation with Bill Richardson, one of the leaders of this Summer Institute Program, about what we can do, as educators, to assist the teachers we will be teaching here in Guiyang.  Bill's path follows my own in some ways, as we both devoted over thirty years of our adult lives to the education of young people... and that we both retired at age 55.  Bill, too, will always be an English/literature teacher at heart.  Bill, as a veteran teacher of the Summer Language Institute, shared many ideas regarding how we can best be of service to the teachers here, including devising ways to help them help their students prepare for the very grueling senior year exams.  Teachers here face a great deal of pressure regarding student performance, which we are just beginning to feel in the States based on the focus on Common Core and lockstep assessment.  

As the morning progresses, I had a memorable conversation with Dr. LeDong, another founder of the Summer Institute.  He told me of his great grandfather's role in establishing the No 1 High School, and how heart-wrenching it was for him when the Ministry of Education decided to raze the school and relocate it to an area outside the capitol city.  He talked of the lack of regard for institutional memory, and how that history is now lost forever.  There is a plaque in the public square now, though, that honors his great grandfather's role in the education of young people.  Dr LeDong is the living path of his great grandfather, devoting his life to education.

Later in the morning, I was able to reunite with Wang Shun, a most kind educator and scholar, who is now in charge of the Kaili site.  I met Wang Shun when I was teaching here in China back in 2008, my first experience.  Nancy Lubeski and I had been placed in Beijie, which is quite remote and far from the capitol city.  I'd been assigned an old Peach Corps apartment, but we quickly discovered that there was no water and no electricity.  The start of classes had been delayed due to exams, so Nancy and I decided to venture out on our own and travel to Kaili, the Gateway to the Minority Villages in Guizhou Province.  We managed to seek out and secure bus transportation in an area of China where there is little in the way of English road signs.  When we arrived, we were paired with Wang Shun, thanks to Bill Richardson.  Wang Shun took us under wing and became our guide for the several days we visited Kaili.  I remember thinking that Kaili was indeed a place that I could truly live.  And there was the Yang Mei wine, which is another story altogether...   Anyway, it was good to meet with Wang Shun again after so many years.

A large portion of the day, then, was spent observing and interacting with elementary students at the Oakland Center for Learning.  Again, the focus is on creating active engagement with learning, moving away from the lecture model of instruction that so permeates Chinese education.  

Dr LeDong treated us to a very special hot pot luncheon, at a beautiful and elegant restaurant.  This hot pot was surrounded by several dozen types of meats and numerous vegetables.  The broth in which the meats and vegetables were cooked, at table, was extremely spicy.  Many of the meats were internal organ parts, which aren't my favorite.  By the way, I unknowingly consumed pig's ear which was laden with cilantro... The company at table was absolutely delightful, toasting a wide range of people and ideas.  Recalling some of the singing at last night's ceremony, Dr. LeDong asked me to sing again at this luncheon gathering.  He wanted to hear Irving Berlin's "It's a Lovely Day Tomorrow" once more.  And so I sang.  Afterward, I asked one of the women at the table to offer a song, too, as I had heard she was a well-known singer.  She graced the table with a folk song about being welcomed guest in Guiyang.  Such beauty.  

Our evening was very special, too, as the four monitors from our classes back in 2011 arranged to come and visit us.  Kathy, Lisa, Penny, and Leon are all superb educators, and we felt honored that they arranged and coordinated their very busy lives to come see us.  Much has happened in three years, as Leon, Penny, and Kathy have all taken on marriage partners, and Leon has had a little boy. Kathy is expecting a child.   We shared our lives and our stories at an American coffee shop and then proceeded on from there for a noodle dinner.   Our laughter apparently reaches levels of loudness that they were unaccustomed to at the restaurant, as we were asked to hush our voices.  This surprised me greatly, as Chinese eating establishments are known for their loud and lively conversations that fill the room.  

This was a wonderful and memorable day.  It is good to have so many beautiful friends here in China...

As your day progresses, I hope you will remember influential educators in your own life.  Mine has been shaped by teachers that have significantly and profoundly altered my life...Consider a note of gratitude to educators who have shaped your world.  

Namaste,
Marianne/ Bailing











Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Xi'an Muslim Quarter







July 12, 2014

Gentle Reader,

      "...To listen well is a powerful a means of influence as to talk well, and is as essential to all true conversation..."
                                           
                                                                                                           -Chinese Proverb

Where does one begin?  There is another wisdom saying in Turkey, "We have one mouth and two ears, which means we should listen twice as often as we speak..."   And so I am listening and learning, taking in this place that is familiar yet enticingly new all at the same time.  I am grateful for my willingness to be amazed, to be astonished.  This place is a banquet for all the senses, always.

 We have been in China for a little over a week now, having spent four days in Beijing and three days in Xi'an.  We are now in Guizhou Province, where we will be teaching.  Opening ceremonies were last night, with Moutai been passed around for the first time in several years.  Three years ago, the price for a bottle of Moutai had risen so much that it was rarely used at ceremonies/gatherings anymore.  It is still expensive, but this traditional celebratory drink was once again part of the festivities last night. 

  Access to the blog is completely restricted, so I am having my daughter Alicia load the writings and the photos onto the blogspot.  Thank you, Alicia!  Access to the internet has been sporadic, and the Chinese internet doesn't seem all that favorable toward yahoo.   Nevertheless, I will write when I can and blogs will be posted when Alicia is able to meander over to a coffee shop in Chicago for internet access.  The tech involved here is complicatedly simple. 

I will begin not at the beginning of our journey, but at the place I found wonderfully compelling:  the Muslim Quarter in Xi'an.  There is a Drum Tower and a Bell Tower at the City Center, around which revolves much of the lively nightlife of the community.  Directly behind the Drum Tower is a whole world  called the Muslim Quarter.  This area sprawls over many, many streets, and is alive with snacks, meals, traditional cuisine, arts, crafts, etc... Much of what you can purchase to eat comes on a stick:  watermelon, cantaloupe, chicken, beef, mutton, scorpion, squid, etc...  There are even drop off centers, like kiosks, for the sticks.  The food is rich and loaded with spices, many of which reminded us of the spices available in the Spice Market in Istanbul.  We even found a comb to replace the one Scott had from college days.  The comb is made out of yak horn.

We indulged in the traditional dish of Xi'an:  the mutton flatbread bowl.  This meal consists of a very coarse flatbread, which each customer shreds in his/her bowl.  Then, a broth of noodles and mutton is poured over the shredded bread, creating a kind of stew.  We also tried something that we thought was potato, but we believe it was actually some kind of cubed glutunous rice, stir fried on the street in spices.  One of our favorite dishes was a double pancake handheld pancake concoction, which was filled with cabbage, onions, and spices.  We also tried something that looked like pineapple on a stick, but was actually a spongy substance coated in a bit of syrupy sweetness.  Also, we tried a semi-sweet treat cooked in earthenware crocks on the street, comprised of dates, almonds, and maybe some sort of coconut substance.  All in all, the Muslim Quarter was alive with delights for all the senses...

May you listen well today to the world around you, the world inside you.  May the conversation be true and genuine...

Namaste,
Marianne/Bailing