ISSUE 2 APRIL 2011
IN MEMORIAM
Linda Joyce Hedrick 1949–2011
ISSUE 2 APRIL 2011
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OPENING THOUGHTS
Three years of marriage, a baby, and some chocolate
By Susan | We celebrated our third anniversary with a chocolate-making class.
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HERE & THERE
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October 2010–March 2011
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Linda Joyce Hedrick
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Dustin’s beloved Aunt Linda passed away on Saturday, 5 March 2011.
Rally to Restore Sanity and/or Fear
By Susan | Our family were among 215,000 at a rally on the National Mall. A VISIT TO
10 The Washington Monument FOCUS ON FIONA
14 ‘Do big heads run in your family?’ 15 Three cheers for Sesame Street 17
GASTRONOMY
16 Martin & Heather’s vegetable paella BOOK REPORT
17 A landmark and the man who built it DETAIL OF FLATIRON BUILDING: LASLOVARGA, 6 JULY 2007 VIA WIKIMEDIA COMMONS, CC-BY-SA 3.0
By Dustin | Alice Alexiou’s Flatiron. OUR TIMES
18 Powerful quake, tsunami devastate northern Japan 18
By Martin Fackler | the new york times Over 14,000 have been confirmed dead after an earthquake and tsunami on 11 March 2011.
COLOPHON Our family Susan Jane Hibdon Joyce Dustin Tyler Joyce Fiona Claire Joyce Dialann is published quarterly, in January, April, July, and October. On the cover Susan and Dustin stand with Dustin’s Aunt Linda and Uncle Gary at Linda’s 60th birthday celebration at Grandover Resort in Greensboro, North Carolina, 27 November 2009. The nameplate on the front cover includes a portion of a photo of the sculpture at Platz der Synagoge in Göttingen, Germany. The photo was taken by Wikimedia Commons user Daniel Schwen on 2 March 2007. The original can be found at http:// commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Goe_ Platz_der_Synagoge_Detail_2_noCA. jpg. It is used herein under the the Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 2.5 Generic (CC BY-SA 2.5) license, http://www.creativecommons.org/ licenses/by-sa/2.5/deed.en. Sans serif text is set in Hypatia Sans Pro. Serif text is set in Adobe Text Pro. The motif color used in this issue is C=0, M=75, Y=100, K=0 This issue was designed on a HewlettPackard G62-340US laptop, with 3 GB of RAM, a 320 GB hard drive, and an AMD Athlon II P340 dual-core processor with a speed of 2.2 GHz. The software used includes InDesign, Photoshop, and Illustrator in Adobe Creative Suite 5, as well as Microsoft Word 2010. The operating system was Windows 7 Home Premium 64-bit. Printed by Blurb, http://www.blurb.com
WE BELIEVE IN CHRIST
20 ‘Led by the Spirit, not knowing beforehand’ By Susan | Following the Spirit always leads us to the right place. CLOSING THOUGHTS
22 On the joy of staying home with Fiona
By Dustin | Staying home with Fiona is one of the greatest blessings I’ve ever received.
Did you know? Frank Woodruff Buckles, the last surviving American veteran of World War I, passed away on 27 February 2011 at his home in Charles Town, West Virginia. He was 110.
OPENING THOUGHTS By SUSAN
Three years of marriage, a baby, and some chocolate
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The truffles we made during our anniversary celebration. We made three varieties: white chocolate strawberry; dark chocolate with rose water; and milk chocolate with Courvoisier cognac. Dustin and Susan pose with the tempering machine following the class.
the chocolate, mixing up the ganache filling, scooping and rolling the filling, and finally dipping the chocolates. Dustin’s favorite part was adding the liquor to the dark chocolate ganache. (Editor’s note: That actually was not my favorite part. It was the most ironic part. My favorite part was having unlimited samples of the chocolate.) The recipe called for one tablespoon, but our teacher said that if he added two, she wouldn’t mention it. Everyone else joked that he would probably add three. Hee hee. By the end of the evening, we really missed Fiona. We took our little bags of hand-dipped truffles and hustled home. It was nice to be reminded that we have at least two things to show for our three years of marriage: a lovely baby and some newfound chocolate skills. d
PHOTOS OF SUSAN AND DUSTIN TAKEN 22 FEBRUARY 2011; PHOTO OF TRUFFLES TAKEN 28 FEBRUARY 2011
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his quarter, Dustin and I celebrated our third anniversary. Since our actual anniversary is on Leap Day, we generally plan to celebrate on both 28 February and 1 March, but sometimes it doesn’t work out quite so easily. This year, we had our big celebration/ date on 22 February, when I finally took Dustin out for an activity that I’ve been planning for a long time. A couple of years ago, I read in Express (a local free newspaper produced by The Washington Post) about a chocolate shop—ACKC at 1529C 14th Street NW—that has chocolate truffle-making classes. I planned to go that year for our anniversary, but the classes filled up too soon. So I held onto the idea for Dustin’s next birthday, but I forgot to register in time. I figured I could try again for our anniversary that year, but we were trying to save money, so I scrapped the idea with disappointment. All along, Dustin knew that I had some sort of plan, but he wasn’t sure what it was. This year, when I told him that we were really going to do it, he started guessing. I, of course, would not reveal the answer, but he did manage to guess that it was some sort of class. He even got pretty close one day when he walked past some hip restaurant/cooking store that does a cooking class. He was convinced that that was the secret plan. He continued to try to trick me into giving up my secret by saying casually, with pretend forgetfulness, “So, maybe next Tuesday, we can—wait, are we already doing something on Tuesday?” Nice try. I was pleased that I had managed to keep a secret for so long, but I started to get a little concerned that I had built it up a little too much, and Dustin would be disappointed. After my friend Lucia arrived to look after Fiona, we set off. It was exciting to wait for the bus knowing that Dustin had no idea what was happening. Everything was a surprise— “Here’s our stop.” “Let’s turn right at this corner.” “Okay, let’s cross the street.” “And here we are!” We went into the back, washed our hands, and put on our aprons. The class took us through all the stages of truffle making: tempering
October 2010–March 2011
HERE & THERE Tidbits from around the world over the past six months.
The Middle East revolts
TAHRIR SQUARE: JONATHAN RASHAD, 9 FEBRUARY 2011 VIA FLICKR, CC BY 2.0; SAFEWAY: SEARCHNET MEDIA, 10 JANUARY 2011 VIA WIKIMEDIA COMMONS, CC BY-SA 2.0; MICHAEL BLOOMBERG: RUBENSTEIN, 3 AUGUST 2007 VIA FLICKR, CC BY 2.0, CROPPED VERSION BY CONNORMAH, 5 MARCH 2010 VIA WIKIMEDIA COMMONS, CC BY 2.0; TRIANGLE SHIRTWAIST FACTORY FIRE: PHOTO IS IN THE PUBLIC DOMAIN
The world has looked on with a mix of admiration, bewilderment, and concern as the people of the Middle East rise up against decades of oppression by their governments. Admiration for the protesters’ courage. Bewilderment, especially among Western governments over what their role, if any, should be. Concern, both for protesters’ and bystanders’ safety as well as the uprisings’ effects on regional stability and the global economy. The status of the uprising in the countries where protests have taken place as of press time: • Tunis: president Ben Ali ousted;
Over 1 million protesters gathered in Cairo’s Tahrir Square on 9 February 2011.
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government overthrown. Egypt: president Hosni Mubarak ousted; government overthrown. Yemen: president Ali Abdullah Saleh agreed to resign in favor of an interim government. Libya: divided by civil war; United States and Europe, led by NATO and approved by the United Nations, have formed a no-fly zone. Jordan, Kuwait, Oman, and Syria: implementing government changes. Algeria, Bahrain, Iraq, and other countries: ongoing protests.
QUOTABLE | MICHAEL BLOOMBERG, MAYOR, NEW YORK CITY
Assassination attempt against a member of Congress TUSCON, ARIZONA | 8 JANUARY 2011
A gunman attempted to assassinate Gabrielle Giffords, a Democrat who represents Arizona’s 8th district in the United States House of Representatives. Giffords was critically injured by a gunshot wound to the head. Six people were killed and thirteen people injured in the shooting, which took place outside a Safeway grocery store where Giffords was meeting publicly with constituents. Giffords has since been relocated to a rehabilitation facility in Houston, Texas. Though her recovery is not complete, she has recovered some ability to walk, speak, read, and write. She has been given clearance by doctors to attend the final launch of the space shuttle Endeavour, scheduled for 29 April 2011. Her husband, Mark E. Kelly, will serve as the mission’s commander.
“Guns kill people. I’m not opposed to the Second Amendment. I’m not opposed to hunters. I don’t understand why we have to sell magazines with 33 bullets. If it takes you 33 bullets to kill a deer, you’re not a sportsman. And armor-piercing bullets—the last time I saw a deer with a bulletproof vest was a long time ago. Guns are one of the biggest killers in the country, and it’s an easy problem to solve if we had the courage to [do so].” Time, 28 February 2011, page 76
Triangle Shirtwaist Factory fire remembered On 25 March 2011, New York City paused to mark the 100th anniversary of the deadliest industrial disaster in its history.
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Linda Joyce Hedrick 27 November 1949–5 March 2011
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The life of Linda Joyce Hedrick
PHOTO TAKEN 26 FEBRUARY 2011 BY TANIA BLUE
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want to talk about my sister’s life. She was a sister, a mother, a grandmother, a wife, a cousin, and an aunt. Linda was born 27 November 1949 at the Army hospital at Fort Bragg, North Carolina. Today it’s named Womack Army Hospital. Rory and I were also born there. Carl was born in Eden, and Tania was born in Fayetteville at Cape Fear Valley Memorial Hospital. The first time I saw Linda the family lived in Corn Bow near Fort Bragg. She was special then and she was always good to me. I remember when she was only nine years old she earned money babysitting so she could buy Timex watches for me and Carl for Christmas. I was only six. It was then that I realized how kind and thoughtful she was and she has been that way ever since. We were Army brats. We all moved together from place to place: Fayetteville; Fort Hood, Texas; Florence, South Carolina; and Germany twice. It wasn’t easy for any of us always being the new kid in the neighborhood. Linda loved family. One of her favorite things to do growing up was going to stay with Grandma Joyce and Shelby Jean for the summer. That was the happiest I ever saw her as a child. I remember her teaching me how to catch lightning bugs when I was only five. We put them in a mason jar and would try to use them to light our room. We lived in Fayetteville at the time and Carl, Linda, and I shared a double bed. When we lived in Florence, Linda changed her name to Frankie after playing the part in her high-school play, Frankie and Johnny. Linda was a wonderful person who touched a lot of lives. She unselfishly helped me and many others including many of you here today. You know who you are. All she wanted in return was your love—nothing else. In her younger years Linda always went to church. She encouraged me to go along with her but she never put any pressure on me. She somehow made it seem fun and important for me to go along. She would always share with us whatever candy she had, but we weren’t so generous. One day she decided to give us a taste of our own medicine. When she didn’t share, I started singing the song that I had learned in church: “Share with one another….” She felt guilty and relented. She was always a pushover.
She’s the reason that I believe in Christ as my Savior and I know that she is in heaven today. And I thanked her for that when I said goodbye to her as she lay near death in the hospital. I said I’d see her on the other side. As I said before, Linda always wanted to help people. She was a Candy Striper volunteer at the dispensary when we all lived in Amberg, Germany. She work as a medical assistant for many years before becoming a licensed practical nurse in 1979 and then on to become a registered nurse in 1983. She then became head nurse at High Point Regional Hospital. She was very proud of that and we all were, too. Linda does not want to let her illness define her. She fought hard for her life all the way to the bitter end. Although she suffered many hardships she persevered. She would have made the perfect pioneer wife. The first horrible hardship was the loss of her firstborn child, Dougie. I lived with Linda, Dougie, and Jamie in Aberdeen, Washington, at the time. Dougie was only two and Jamie was an infant. I will never forget that day when he was run over by a truck at his Grandpa’s gas station. It was a terrible day. The loss of a child is the worst possible thing that can happen to a parent, especially a mother. It was a terrible day. She suffered, yet Linda rebounded and continued to show her love and care for all those around her. Fourteen years ago, on her way to work one night to pull her graveyard shift at High Point Regional Hospital, she was stricken by a stroke. The stroke ended her career as a professional nurse although she never stopped being a nurse. It was a career she dearly loved because she could help people and get paid for it, too! Three years ago, she was diagnosed with interstitial lung disease. It is a terminal decease that kept her on oxygen 24/7 but she kept fighting, hoping for a lung transplant. A month ago she was at home alone on a normal day. She passed out, fell, and cracked her back in two places. This proved to be the final blow. We all watched as she struggled and fought to the end. Linda has left behind many people who cared for her dearly. All of her family and all of her friends will miss her dearly, especially her doctor, Dr. Kim. Can you imagine being so lucky as to have Linda as a sister? d
This is an edited version of the eulogy offered at Linda’s memorial service on 9 March 2011 in Greensboro, North Carolina, by Bryan Joyce, Dustin’s uncle and the older of Linda’s two younger brothers.
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By SUSAN
30 October 2010 Our family joined an estimated 215,000 people for Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert’s rally on the Mall.
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n our family, we like to talk about politics. However, we have yet to find a single politician or pundit with whom we agree all, or even most, of the time. In the last year or so, many Americans seem to have taken politics too seriously and taken their own positions too far. The Tea Party movement, which originally focused on the idea that the federal government was taxing us too much in order to do things that are not allowed by the Constitution, has gotten a little out of hand. Some members are “birthers,” claiming that Barack Obama is not a natural-born U.S. citizen. Some liken him to Hitler. Some hold up signs with messages to the government: “Get your hands off my Medicare.” Some became convinced that the health insurance bill passed last year involves death panels which will
decide when Grandma has to die. Glenn Beck, a commentator on Fox News who is popular among Tea Partiers, had a rally on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial, “coincidentally” on the anniversary of Martin Luther King’s “I have a dream” speech in the same location. It was not exactly nonpartisan, nor was the ensuing debate over the number of attendees. Things were pretty vitriolic for a while. Then Jon Stewart—the “news” anchor on Comedy Central—announced that he would be having a “Rally to Restore Sanity” on the National Mall the day before Halloween. Immediately afterwards, Stephen Colbert—the “conservative commentator” on Comedy Central—announced that he would stage a competing rally called the “March to Keep Fear Alive.” He estimated
RALLY POSTERS COURTESY OF COMEDY CENTRAL
Dustin and Fiona make their way through the rally’s crowds.
attendance would be around 400 million. We could not pass up such a historic event, so we rescheduled our trip to Fredericksburg (see Dialann issue 1 [ January 2011], pages 14–15). Dustin prepared some protest signs for Fiona, based loosely on some ridiculous Tea Party signs we had seen as well as some 2008 campaign slogans. We woke up that Saturday and got ready, then met our friend Yándary to head down to the rally (the two had been combined into a single event). We didn’t think we would need to leave that early, because surely there wouldn’t be that many out-of-town visitors for a rally that was just a joke. Yándary met us at our apartment, Fiona climbed into her baby carrier, and we set off. We waited at our usual bus stop as several buses—completely full—went by. Finally, we decided that perhaps we should try the subway, which might be less crowded. The inbound trains were just as packed as the buses, so we took an outbound train up a few stops to Fort Totten where the crowds were lighter, crossed the platform, and then got on an inbound train to downtown. It was still crowded, but at least we were able to get on an inbound train.
Once we got downtown, we made our way to the Mall. Posters—funny, ironic, lackadaisical, nonsensical—were everywhere, and many people were also wearing their Halloween costumes. We even saw “Bill” from “I’m Just a Bill,” but unfortunately, we were not able to get a picture with him. Our main goal was to see what other people had done to make fun of real ralliers. Most of the crowd seemed to have the same idea. Thousands of people milled around the Mall, taking pictures of others’ signs. Fiona was a huge hit. Everyone who walked by cooed at her, laughed at her signs, and/or asked to take pictures. We wish there were a way to search the Internet for her face, because we’re pretty sure there are hundreds of pictures of her posted on blogs. The rally was intended to get people to lighten up. Some protesters seemed to have missed that memo, and had made posters with serious statements on them. We groaned every time we walked by them. In the end, you could say we didn’t even attend the rally, since we never saw the stage or heard Jon Stewart or Stephen Colbert. But, in our opinion, we were there for the important part: making fun of people who take things too seriously. d
The Rally to Restore Sanity and/or Fear was originally planned as two “competing” rallies: the Rally to Restore Sanity, led by Jon Stewart, popular host of The Daily Show on cable channel Comedy Central, and the March to Keep Fear Alive, led by Stewart’s “conservative” archrival and host of satirical news show The Colbert Report, Stephen Colbert.
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A random “protester” at the rally. Dustin and Fiona wait for the bus at the corner of 16th and Euclid Streets NW for a bus that took forever to come— and was too full to board when it did come.
I’m a bottle-totin’ babble-talkin’ diaper-dirtyin’
The signs Fiona carried during the rally. She and her signs were a hit. 8
background: A scene from the rally, on 7th Street between Constitution Avenue and Madison Drive NW. The National Gallery of Art’s Sculpture Garden is in the background.
Susan and Fiona on the Naional Mall with the United States Capitol in the background.
A NEW DIAPER
Now that’s a changing I can believe in.
I want my ttle back! bocountry
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A VISIT TO
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Washington Monument APRIL 2011
22 January 2011 Our family accompanied Boy Scouts from the Washington DC 3rd Ward on a visit to the Washington Monument.
ďƒŞ Looking up toward the tip of the monument. This is one of the red beacons that shine in pairs like sinister eyes from each of the monument’s four faces at night.
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The White House overlooks the South Lawn. To the right is the West Wing, where the A Oval Office is located. Beyond Lafayette Square is the building where Dustin used to work, at B 1620 I Street NW. The street we live on, 16th Street NW, extends in a straight line due north of the White House. Our apartment building, C Dorchester House at 2480 16th Street NW, is at the top of Meridian Hill. The D Washington D.C. Temple rises on the horizon. FA C T O I D
Washington Monument Height: 555 feet, 51/8 inches (169.294 meters) Construction began 4 July 1848 and was completed 6 December 1884. The marble changes color 152 feet (46 meters) up because construction halted between 1858 and 1878 due to co-option by the Know Nothings, lack of funds, and the Civil War. When construction resumed, stone from the original quarry had run out and builders had to use stone of a slightly darker shade. The capstone is pure aluminum, which was as expensive as silver at the time. When completed, it was the world’s tallest structure, surpassing Cologne Cathedral in Germany. It was surpassed by the Eiffel Tower in 1889. It remains the world’s tallest stone structure. 12
The Reflecting Pool is partially covered in ice as it stretches from the World War II Memorial to the Lincoln Memorial. To its north are Constitution Gardens, the A Vietnam Veterans Memorial, and the headquarters of the B Federal Reserve on Constitution Avenue NW. As the Potomac River winds its way past the C Kennedy Center, the towers of the D Rosslyn-Ballston corridor line Metro’s Orange Line, and the office and residential blocks of E Tysons Corner rise on the horizon.
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The Jefferson Memorial overlooks a Tidal Basin largely covered in ice. It was along A this shore of the Tidal Basin that Dustin proposed to Susan on 11 October 2007.
The National Mall, flanked by Smithsonian museums and the National Gallery of Art, runs one mile (1.6 kilometers) from the base of the Washington Monument to the United States Capitol. Beyond the Capitol sit the A Supreme Court and B Library of Congress. On the north side of Constitution Avenue NW rise the majestic neoclassical buildings of the Federal Triangle and the C Old Post Office. At downtown’s edge lies D Union Station, where Susan and Dustin went on their first date.
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FOCUS ON FIONA By SUSAN
21 January 2011 This is the text of an e-mail Susan sent to family members updating them on Fiona.
Fiona on 21 January 2011, the day this e-mail was sent.
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FIONA UPDATE
‘Do big heads run in your family?’
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iona’s six-month doctor’s appointment was yesterday. She’s super healthy, of course. She is now 26 inches long (which means that her passport application is already out of date—it asks for height, and we said two feet), 17 pounds 10 ounces, with a head circumference of 45 centimeters. Her head circumference is somewhere around the 90th percentile, and her doctor said, “Ah, do big heads run in your family?” Why yes, they do. She had to get four shots, plus some polio juice. She dealt with it very well, although she did start crying on the second shot. About 12 hours later, she suddenly had a fever, and actually fell asleep in Dustin’s lap. She hasn’t been interested in sleeping in our laps in weeks. But the fever went away in a few hours. She has changed up her cyclops game a bit. Before, she would sit on my stomach and touch her forehead to mine so I looked like a cyclops, and then laugh. But now, she leans down and chews on (gums) my nose. It’s a very strange sensation, especially since I’m pretty sure no one has ever chewed on my nose before. I think she may have gotten the idea from me, because I sometimes pretend to nibble on her nose and ears, but I’m definitely not as slobbery as she is. Rolling over is not a challenge any more at all. Just a few weeks ago, she would struggle quite a bit, and sometimes she would end up on her stomach with her arm in the wrong place and start crying because she didn’t know how to move anymore. Now, she’s very adept. The next challenge is crawling, and she gets frustrated sometimes. She learned how to push up on her hands and get her tummy off the ground, but she’s not quite sure what to do after that. I think
it’s pretty amazing that she’s figuring this out on her own, because she’s never really seen anyone crawl. Based on how quickly she mastered rolling over, I think she might figure out crawling pretty soon, too—but we’ll see. For her six-month birthday, we got her some new pacifiers (in the next size up) and sippy cups. She views the sippy cups as toys, although she does know that there is food in them. She spits out her pacifier when she sees the sippy cup, just like she does when she sees her bottle. She’s still at least as interested in drinking out of our glasses, but I’m not sure she’s ever really gotten anything out of them—she mostly just licks the glass, trying to lap up water (even though her tongue is on the wrong side), and pours water down her front. The pacifiers, though, are a hit. I was holding her while Dustin opened up the package (she had already seen the package and played with it, but obviously she couldn’t get to the pacifiers herself ). She had her old pacifier in her mouth, and when she saw that the new ones were coming out, she spit out the old one and opened her mouth to try a new one. I was so impressed that (a) she was able to generalize her limited knowledge of pacifiers (she’s only really been exposed to the two that she had) to new pacifiers in different colors and sizes, and (b) she found them interesting enough that she actually wanted to try them out. After sucking on the first new one for a minute, she spit it out to try the second new one. She is so smart. And, last, Fiona has learned to love the bathtub. She kicks and splashes up a storm in there. The other day I sat her up and dumped some water on her head, and she sputtered a little and then laughed. Excellent! She’s definitely ready for the pool. Later on that day, I plopped her down on the bathroom floor to play while I took a shower, and she got all excited when she heard the water come on—she thought she was going to get in again! She also really wants to go explore the spout where the water comes out, but she’s not very stable when she sits up, so we haven’t put her over there yet. And that’s about it this week. She’s such a good little girl. Susan
Three cheers for Sesame Street
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n my third three months of life, I’ve been introduced to a new genre: Sesame Street sketches on YouTube. I must say, those folks on Sesame Street may look strange, but they sure can sing. Take “Captain Vegetable,” which apparently is one of my parents’ favorites. Andy and Eddie don’t look like most people I’ve met, and Captain Vegetable himself looks Eddie and his spaghetti with like … well, a weirdo. But that chorus they sing is just so rousing. “Captain Vegetable.” I’m already looking forward to eating crunchy vegetables. Another real winner is “Ladybugs’ Picnic.” I haven’t learned all the numbers yet, but with such a catchy tune and twelve little ladybugs that magically pop into place as they’re counted, I’m sure I’ll learn pretty quickly. That picnic really seems like fun, too. Running sack races in their twelve sacks, jumping rope until the rope broke, telling knock-knock jokes—those ladybugs sure know how to have a good time. I’m not so keen on Feist with four monsters that walked across the floor, four the idea of knocking my head against someone else’s while telling penguins that were by the door, four chickens just back from the a knock-knock joke, but maybe ladybug heads aren’t as hard as I shore, and her favorite number, think they are. four. I will say, though, that both “Captain Vegetable” and “Ladybugs’ Picnic” have newer versions that are just not as good. The originals are, I’m told, at least 25 years old, whatever that means. Although the animation is simpler and Captain Vegetable is a weird-looking creature instead of a person in a shiny green suit, I find the classic versions much more satisfying to watch. Those computer ladybugs are kind of creepy, and the greensuited guy is not a very convincing actor. And 1, 2, 3 … 4, 5, 6 … 7, 8, 9 One recent sketch that is quite good is “Counting to … 10, 11, 12 ladybugs came to the “Ladybugs’ Picnic.” Four,” with a singer named Feist. She has such unexpected things to count. I suppose monsters walking across the floor are not that unusual on Sesame Street, but it’s such a surprise to see those penguins standing by the door, and the chickens just back from the shore really bring a smile to my face. Feist really has some good choreography, too. Every time I see her bopping around with those chickens I’m amazed at how well she blends in. I’m sure there are many more videos waiting for me on YouTube, but those are the ones that have become my favorites for now. For the most part, it seems like you just can’t go wrong with Sesame Street. d
By FIONA
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MARTIN & HEATHER’S
Vegetable paella
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Serves 6 30 minutes active time + 45 minutes cook time = 1 hour, 15 minutes total time Ingredients 1/2 c water 1/4 tsp saffron threads 2 Tbs olive oil 1 red bell pepper, diced 1 medium onion, diced 2 large garlic cloves, minced 11/2 c paella or arborio rice 3 c stock 2 c chopped spinach, escarole, or chard 1 c drained canned diced tomatoes 3/4 tsp paprika 1/2 tsp salt 1/2 c peas raisins and pine nuts according to taste Directions Bring the water to a boil in a small saucepan. Add saffron, cover, and remove from heat. Let stand 10 minutes. Heat the olive oil in a heavy large saucepan over medium-high heat. Add the bell pepper and onion and sauté until the onion is golden, about 8 minutes. Add the garlic and sauté 5 minutes. Reduce heat to low. Add rice and stir to coat with oil. Add stock, greens, and tomatoes and bring to a boil, stirring frequently. Add saffron water, paprika, and salt. Reduce heat to medium-low. Cover and cook for 15 minutes. Mix in peas, cover, and continue cooking mixture until liquid is absorbed and rice is tender, about 5 minutes. Remove saucepan from heat and let stand 5 minutes before serving.
SERVING SUGGESTION GARDEN GNOME NOT INCLUDED
MARTIN & HEATHER
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A landmark and the man who built it
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round the world today, there are some monuments and buildings that are so famous, that seem so permanent and indelibly a part of the cities in which they stand, that it’s hard to imagine a time when they weren’t there, much less the controversy that surrounded them when they were built. Consider, for example, the Eiffel Tower in Paris, or the Vietnam Veterans Memorial here in Washington, D.C. New York City’s Flatiron Building perhaps doesn’t have the renown of the Eiffel Tower or the Vietnam memorial, or even of its near neighbors, the Empire State Building and the Statue of Liberty. But it is nonetheless an icon of the Big Apple. And, yes, it was controversial from the moment it was announced. This story is told in The Flatiron: The New York Landmark and the Incomparable City that Arose with It by Alice Sparberg Alexiou. In the prologue to her work, Ms. Alexiou reveals a personal connection to the Flatiron: her family once owned it—or, at least, a share of it. But just as her connection to the building drove her to write this 272-page history of its creation, lovers of New York and its history should be driven to read this book because of the Flatiron’s multiple connections to the people and forces that forged one of the world’s greatest cities into the place it is today. One of these forces, Harry Black—the man behind the Flatiron’s creation—is the real subject of this book. If anything, The Flatiron is his biography, tracing this larger-than-life character from his marriage into the family of George Fuller in 1894 to his unfortunate death in July 1930, in the aftermath of the previous October’s stock-market crash. (The Flatiron Building, originally called the Fuller Building—a name given to it by its builders that the public has never used—was built to be the headquarters of the Fuller Company, once the world’s largest construction company, founded by Fuller and later controlled by his son-in-law Black.) Even if Black is the book’s central character, it is difficult, if not impossible, to call him the protagonist. From his crooked business dealings to his betrayal of his first wife, Allon, and his self-serving cavorting with various women after
BOOK REPORT By DUSTIN
their divorce, it is clear that pride was the ruling force in his life, with very few other redeeming qualities. The way he lived his life is summarized well by Ms. Alexiou in the volume’s closing pages: One [of Black’s friends] told a newspaper reporter that Black had no hobbies “to make the prospect of further life pleasant. Harry Black did not play cards or indulge in any other sport. He spent five days a week at the office.” Another friend remarked: “There is no puzzle about it. Black had betrayed and lost every friend he had. What else could he do but kill himself?” (Page 255.) The other subject of Ms. Alexiou’s tome is, perhaps, change. If The Flatiron were the script for a play, Harry Black would be the star, and the Flatiron Building would be the narrator—the character whose story frames up the real tale being told. The set would be New York, with a multitude of endlessly moving and changing parts. For all the talk then and now that New York is a city built by money and finance, it is really a city built by change. New York doesn’t just accept change; it embraces and thrives on it. From the micro—the demolition of the buildings on “Eno’s flatiron” (the block bounded by Broadway, Fifth Avenue, and 22nd and 23rd streets; the story of Colonel Proskey on pages 55 to 58 is not to be missed) to make way for the Flatiron—to the macro—the continuing cycle of New York’s real-estate booms and busts and the start of the Great Depression in 1929—this story is a story of change. Ms. Alexiou’s greatest faults were probably committed by her editors: sometimes this book doesn’t have the tightest writing and editing. (For example, the last name of one of Black’s lovers is Oelrichs—with an s—but page 248 refers to “Oelrich’s funeral,” a minor mistake that should be easily avoided.) The title, too, is perhaps a bit misleading; this really is the story of “The New York landmark and the man who arose with it—and fell.” But all in all, this is a well-written, delightful read about one of the most authentically American icons in our nation’s landscape. d
The Flatiron: The New York Landmark and the Incomparable City that Arose with It by Alice Sparberg Alexiou Published by Thomas Dunne Books, an imprint of St. Martin’s Press, New York 2010
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OUR TIMES By MARTIN FACKLER
At 14.46 local time on Friday, 11 March 2011, the most powerful earthquake in Japan’s recorded history rocked the nation and moved it 7.9 feet (2.4 meters) east. The temblor was followed by a devastating tsunami. The two disasters together left in their wake an estimated $309 billion in damage and 125,000 buildings destroyed— the costliest natural disaster in history. More than the physical toll are the human and ecological loss: as of this writing, 14,416 people are confirmed dead, 5,314 are injured, and 11,889 are missing. The chapter on the disaster at the Fukushima Dai-ichi nuclear power plant, which has released considerable amounts of radiation into the atmosphere and sea, has yet to be closed.
A version of this article ran on 12 March 2011 on page A1 of the New York edition of The New York Times. APRIL 2011
Powerful quake, tsunami devastate northern Japan tokyo | Rescuers struggled to reach survivors on Saturday morning as Japan reeled after an earthquake and a tsunami struck in deadly tandem. The 8.9-magnitude earthquake set off a devastating tsunami that sent walls of water washing over coastal cities in the north. Concerns mounted over possible radiation leaks from two nuclear plants near the earthquake zone. The death toll from the tsunami and earthquake, the strongest ever recorded in Japan, was in the hundreds, but Japanese news media quoted government officials as saying that it would almost certainly rise to more than 1,000. About 200 to 300 bodies were found along the waterline in Sendai, a port city in northeastern Japan and the closest major city to the epicenter. Thousands of homes were destroyed, many roads were impassable, trains and buses were not running, and power and cellphones remained down. On Saturday morning, the JR rail company said that there were three trains missing in parts of two northern prefectures. While the loss of life and property may yet be considerable, many lives were certainly saved by Japan’s extensive disaster preparedness and strict construction codes. Japan’s economy was spared a more devastating blow because the earthquake hit far from its industrial heartland. Japanese officials on Saturday issued broad evacuation orders for people living in the vicinity of two separate nuclear power plants that had experienced breakdowns in their cooling systems as a result of the earthquake, and they warned that small amounts of radiation could leak from both plants. On Friday, 11 March 2011, at 14.46 Tokyo time, the quake struck. First came the roar and rumble of the temblor, shaking skyscrapers, toppling furniture, and buckling highways. Then waves as high as 30 feet (9 meters) rushed onto shore, whisking away cars and carrying blazing buildings toward factories, fields, and highways. By Saturday morning, Japan was filled with scenes of desperation, as stranded survivors called for help and rescuers searched for people buried in the rubble. Kazushige Itabashi, an official in Natori City, one of the areas hit hardest by the tsunami, said several districts in an area near Sendai’s airport were annihilated.
Rescuers found 870 people in one elementary school on Saturday morning and were trying to reach 1,200 people in the junior high school, closer to the water. There was no electricity and no water for people in shelters. According to a newspaper, the Mainichi Shimbun, about 600 people were on the roof of a public grade school, in Sendai City. By Saturday morning, Japan’s Self-Defense Forces and firefighters had evacuated about 150 of them. On the rooftop of Chuo Hospital in the city of Iwanuma, doctors and nurses were waving white flags and pink umbrellas, according to TV Asahi. On the floor of the roof, they wrote “Help” in English, and “Food” in Japanese. The reporter, observing the scene from a helicopter, said, “If anyone in the City Hall office is watching, please help them.” The station also showed scenes of people stranded on a bridge, cut off by water on both sides near the mouth of the Abukuma River in Miyagi Prefecture. People were frantically searching for their relatives. Fumiaki Yamato, 70, was in his second home in a mountain village outside of Sendai when the earthquake struck. He spoke from his car as he was driving toward Sendai trying to find the rest of his family. While it usually takes about an hour to drive to the city, parts of the road were impassable. “I’m getting worried,” he said as he pulled over to take a reporter’s call. “I don’t know how many hours it’s going to take.” Japanese, accustomed to frequent earthquakes, were stunned by this one’s magnitude and the more than 100 aftershocks, many equivalent to major quakes. “I never experienced such a strong earthquake in my life,” said Toshiaki Takahashi, 49, an official at Sendai City Hall. “I thought it would stop, but it just kept shaking and shaking, and getting stronger.” Train service was shut down across central and northern Japan, including Tokyo, and air travel was severely disrupted. On Friday, television images showed waves of more than 12 feet (3.5 meters) roaring inland in Japan. The floodwaters, thick with floating debris shoved inland, pushed aside heavy trucks as if they were toys. The spectacle was all the more
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remarkable for being carried live on television, even as the waves engulfed flat farmland that offered no resistance. The tsunami could be seen scooping up every vessel in the ocean off Sendai, and churning everything inland. The gigantic wave swept up a ship carrying more than 100 people, Kyodo News reported. Vasily V. Titov, director of the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration’s Center for Tsunami Research, said that coastal areas closest to the center of the earthquake probably had about 15 to 30 minutes before the first wave of the tsunami struck. “In Japan, the public is among the best educated in the world about earthquakes and tsunamis,” he said. “But it’s still not enough time.” Complicating the issue, he added, is that the flat terrain in the area would have made it difficult for people to reach higher, and thus safer, ground. On Friday, NHK television showed images of a huge fire sweeping across Kesennuma, a city of more than 70,000 people in the northeast. Whole blocks appeared to be ablaze. NHK also showed aerial images of columns of flame rising from an oil refinery and flood waters engulfing the Sendai airport, where survivors clustered on the roof. The runway was partly submerged. The refinery fire sent a plume of thick black smoke from blazing spherical storage tanks. Even in Tokyo, far from the epicenter, the quake struck hard. William M. Tsutsui, a professor of Japanese business and economic history at Southern Methodist University in Dallas, was traveling in Tokyo with a business delegation when the ground began to shake. “What was scariest was to look up at the skyscrapers all around,” he said. “They were swaying like trees in the breeze.” Prime Minister Naoto Kan said the quake and tsunami caused major damage across wide areas. The United States Geological Survey said the quake was the most severe worldwide since an 8.8-magnitude quake off the coast of Chile a little more than a year ago that killed more than 400. It was less powerful than the 9.1-magnitude quake that struck off Northern Sumatra in late 2004. That quake set off a tsunami that killed more than 200,000 people around the Indian Ocean. The survey said that Friday’s quake was centered off the coast of Honshu, the most populous of the Japanese islands, at a point about 230 miles (370 kilometers) northeast of Tokyo and a depth of about 15 miles (24 kilometers) below the earth’s surface. President Obama said the United States “stands ready to help” Japan deal with the aftermath. “Michelle and I send our deepest condolences to the people of Japan,” he said in
Destruction caused by the tsunami in northern Honshu.
a statement. He later spoke with Mr. Kan and offered assistance. American military airfields in Japan began accepting civilian flights diverted from airports that suffered damage, American officials said early Friday. A spokesman for the American Seventh Fleet in Japan said Naval Air Field Atsugi had received several commercial passenger planes that could not land at Narita airport outside Tokyo. Officials said Yokota Air Base also received civilian flights. Three American warships in Southeast Asia will be ordered out to sea to reposition themselves in case they need to provide assistance, a fleet spokesman said. The tsunami assaulted Hawai‘i with sevenfoot (two-meter) waves, although it caused little damage. Powerful surges that hit the West Coast of the United States caused boats to sink in Santa Cruz Harbor. The Coast Guard reported that one person was swept to sea near McKinleyville, California, while trying to take pictures of the waves, and a search had begun. In Japan, the Tokyo subways emptied and airports were closed. Many residents set off on epic journeys home, walking for miles across a vast metropolitan area. As late as Saturday morning, 18 hours after the earthquake, thousands of people in dark suits were still trudging home from the central business district. In a video posted on YouTube, rumbles shook a supermarket as shopkeepers rushed to steady toppling wares and a classical music soundtrack played. On Twitter, a person who used the name sinonosama said that students at an agricultural high school in Miyagi Prefecture were fine, but had to take refuge on the third floor after the tsunami flooded the first two floors. d
Reporting was contributed by Yasuko Kamiizumi from Tokyo; Ken Belson, Maria Newman, and Henry Fountain from New York; Daniel Krieger from Osaka, Japan; Kevin Drew and Bettina Wassener from Hong Kong; Alan Cowell and Richard Berry from Paris; Michael Schwirtz from Moscow; Thom Shanker from Washington; Mike Hale from Honolulu; and Elisabeth Bumiller from Brussels.
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WE BELIEVE IN CHRIST By SUSAN
‘Led by the Spirit, not knowing beforehand’
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ight now, Dustin and I are not really sure what we’re doing. Dustin left his job in February, and I am about to force myself out of my job (my Maryland teaching certificate expires this year, and I’m not renewing it). Fortunately, I will still get paid until the end of August, but after that, who knows what we’ll do? We are both looking for jobs, and we’ve been planning to move in July—we’re just not sure where. Basically, we’re going forward without a real plan. But we both feel like we are doing the right thing. There have been at least two times in my life that I know that I have been led by the Lord for months or years, not having any plan at all—but realizing later that I had been led to and prepared for what ended up happening. The first
“Trust in the Lord with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths.” PROVERBS 3:5–6
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time took many years, and ended with my being baptized. When I was 19 and finally decided to join The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, I looked back and realized that the things that had happened to me were not coincidences. My family moved to Salt Lake City when I was in second grade, and I grew up feeling like I was pretty much the same as all of my Mormon friends. I was never interested in smoking, drinking alcohol, swearing, or pretty much any other negative thing that was discussed in the For the Strength of Youth pamphlet. My friends rarely invited me to church activities or discussed the gospel with me, but I did know a fair bit about the Church, and sometimes I liked the idea of having faith in something.
When I went to college, I discovered that most people my age didn’t have the same standards I did; around that same time, my friend Philip wrote me a letter and bore his testimony. People I met at college said rather negative things about the Church, which I was pretty sure weren’t true, and that led to me doing some investigation on my own—just so that I would know whether those people were wrong. When I was baptized during my junior year in college, I wrote to Philip, who was on his mission at the time, and said that I felt like I had been waiting for this my whole life. As I wrote that, I realized that I had been waiting for it my whole life, although I hadn’t known it. All of those earlier events—the move, the influence of my friends, the feeling I had of wanting to have faith, the criticisms of the Church, the testimony of a friend—prepared me until, at long last, I was ready to make a covenant. The second time began when I returned from my mission. Or perhaps it began before that. As I was deciding whether I should serve a mission, one of my concerns was that if I left, maybe the guy that would be perfect for me would show up in San Antonio just after I left, and I would miss him. I finally realized that Heavenly Father doesn’t punish people for going on missions, and if I was going to get married, it would work out somehow. When I explained this to a friend, she pointed out that it might even be part of the plan. Maybe that perfect guy wasn’t ready yet, so I might as well spend the next 18 months doing something useful to get myself ready while he did the same. I mostly forgot about that until much later. When I came home from Germany in the middle of the school year, I looked for temporary sorts of jobs so I could support myself until I found a regular teaching job. As spring turned to summer and I didn’t seem to have made any progress on the permanent job, I started to get nervous. I had applied in cities around the country and hadn’t heard much of anything. I figured that the Washington, D.C., area would be a safe choice, since my sister and her family lived here, so I applied to several school systems and even flew out several times for job fairs and interview events. It was really scary to not know how I
PHOTO TAKEN 29 FEBRUARY 2008 BY ANDREA BRASWELL
When you allow the Spirit to lead you, you might not know where you will be guided, but it will always be to the right place.
would earn enough money to move out of Provo. Finally, I was offered a contract in Prince George’s County, Maryland—not a job, just a contract. So I moved here and stayed with Karen. After a few days, the county found a placement for me. In November, I moved in with some roommates from my ward. In December, we had a party at which several people we didn’t know showed up (totally normal for a singles ward). In January, I went to a baptism conducted entirely in French for a new French-speaking member—a rather strange idea, since I don’t speak French. I met a guy at the baptism who had actually been at that party. I invited him to go to a party that evening with another friend. When he asked me out a few weeks later, my inward reaction was, Wow, that was smooth! I later found out that his own inward reaction had been, Huh—I wonder why I just did that. After every date, my roommates asked if I was interested and if I wanted to go out with him again. Every time, I resolved to tell him that I thought we should just be friends, but for some reason I kept saying yes when he asked me out.
When doubts crept in, some sort of autopilot seemed to take over and keep me moving in the right direction. I had no idea, when I went on a mission, settled (somewhat desperately) on a school system in the D.C. area, went to that baptism at which I didn’t understand a word, waited in the living room of the house he was staying in while he changed his clothes, kept agreeing to more dates, that I would end up marrying him. Which brings me to today. Dustin and I both know that sometimes, we are “led by the Spirit, not knowing beforehand the things which [we] should do” (1 Nephi 4:6). Occasionally, we are led without even knowing that we’re being led. This, we hope, is one of those times. We have faith that we have made the right decisions about when to start our family, how to support our family, when to resign from our jobs. What we are doing feels right, even though it feels scary at times. When we do what the Lord asks of us, we can count on his guidance, whether it comes in the form of an idea, an opportunity, or a gentle shove in the right direction. d
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CLOSING THOUGHTS By DUSTIN
The opportunity I have right now to stay home with Fiona every day is one of the greatest blessings I’ve ever received.
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On the joy of staying home with Fiona
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got home a short time ago from baby story time at the Mount Pleasant Branch of the D.C. Public Library. Fiona and I try to go every Tuesday at 10.00. We’re usually late, but we’re there. I sit cross-legged on the floor, and Fiona sits on my legs. She’s always so calm when we’re there. She simply sits there and takes everything in. It is quite a contrast to the other noisy children bouncing all over the place. Even though we’re there with other people, it’s still a great time for me and Fiona to spend together. Later today, I may put her in the baby carrier and go to the park so we can play on the swings and slides together. Or maybe we’ll ride the Circulator from Dupont Circle, through Georgetown, and across the Key Bridge to Rosslyn. Maybe we’ll watch the evening journal télévisé of France 2. Of course, there are the books from the library, and the toys on the floor. Perhaps Fiona will help me with chores. These are my days home with Fiona. They are usually simple and uneventful. But they are among the greatest blessings I have ever received. It is a joy to spend my days with my beautiful little girl. We are best chums. Every day I am grateful for this brief window in our lives to spend this time together. The pay is low—well, nonexistent—but it’s the best job I’ve ever had. Not to say that there’s never any stress. Taking care of a baby doesn’t require more energy than other jobs, but it requires a different kind of energy, an exhausting mental energy. Part of it is that for most of my life I have interacted with people my own age or older. Now I spend my days with someone whose age is measured in months, not years. Taking care of her physical needs as well as trying to help her learn new things and have new experiences—on top of doing chores, searching for a job, building my freelance work, and working on various projects such as this magazine—stretches my mind in ways I never thought it could be stretched. Another part of it, too, is the need to stay constantly alert. Sure, I’ve snuck in a nap now and again. But I always have to be ready to provide comfort, change a diaper, prepare a bottle, or rescue Fiona from injuring herself or damaging our belongings. It’s a level of concentration matched by few paid jobs. Air
traffic control comes to mind. Then there are times I’m amazed by how much I can do. Some days I wash the dishes, take out the trash, do the laundry, vacuum, catch up on the day’s news, read and reply to both personal and business e-mails, run to the grocery store, pick up the dry cleaning, write a few Tweets, and complete a work project. And then I eat lunch. Maybe I’m not so bad at this after all? I grew up without a dad. It’s not something I ever really thought about; it’s just how life was. Then I became a dad. I marvel that when Fiona looks up, there are two of us. I never experienced that. But I did experience the desire to be involved in my children’s lives in a way that my father never was in mine. I think it’s safe to say that I’m involved. Because of how our self-imposed publishing deadline for this magazine works, I can say this: last Thursday, 21 April, as we were boarding Amtrak’s Capitol Limited to return home from the Deep South and Chicago, I got a voicemail. It was from the deputy director at Transportation for America. It’s a place I’ve been interested in for some time. She offered me a job. It is now Tuesday, 26 April, and I haven’t given her an answer. But I think I should accept. A number of factors affect my decision—pay, benefits, the fact that this job is guaranteed for only six months and Susan and I need to figure out our family’s future—but what makes this offer bittersweet is that it could mean the end, for now, of this time in our lives. I’m grateful that T4America is willing to be flexible, and I will be able to work from home half the time until Susan’s school year ends. And Fiona could benefit from some time with someone other than me. But we’ve become best friends, and the thought of having to be away from each other for so much of our week is … difficult, to say the least. Fiona, you will likely read this years from now. When you do, I want you to know this: I love you. You are a beautiful, wonderful little girl. We admire your interest in the world around you and your ability to make everyone—not just us, but everyone who sees you—smile. You are the greatest blessing Susan and I have ever had. I only want to do what’s best for you and our family. And I hope that’s what I’m doing. d
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The last time Dustin’s mother (second from right) and all her siblings were together, on Linda’s 60th birthday at the Grandover Resort in Greensboro, North Carolina, 27 November 2009. From left to right they are Rory, Bryan, Linda, Tania, and Carl.
rs. Linda Joyce Hedrick, 61, died Saturday, 5 March 2011, at The Moses H. Cone Memorial Hospital. A memorial service will be held at 18.00, Wednesday, 9 March, at George Brothers Funeral Service Chapel with Reverend Patrick Fuller officiating. The family will receive friends immediately follow the service at the funeral home. Linda was born 27 November 1949 in Cumberland County to the late Carl Elridge Joyce, Sr., and Sylvia Nelson Joyce. She was in the nursing profession for many years, most recently with High Point Regional Hospital with more than 18 years of service. Linda was a devoted and loving wife, mother, grandmother, and sister. If you were her friend, you knew how much she cared for you and loved you and she was always there for you. Survivors include her husband of 40 years, Gary Hedrick, of the home; a son, Jamie Hedrick, and wife Brittani, of Greensboro; a daughter, Daria Hedrick Joyce, and husband Ron, of McLeansville; 5 grandchildren, Benjamin Hedrick, Brandon Hedrick, Molly Joyce, Allie Joyce, and Ethan Joyce; 3 brothers, Carl Joyce, Jr., and wife Cindi, of Houston, Texas; Bryan Joyce and wife Kathy, also of Houston; Rory Joyce and wife Gina of Springfield, Missouri; and a sister, Tania Joyce Blue, and husband Randy, of Fredrick, Maryland. In lieu of flowers, memorial contributions may be made to Hospice and Palliative Care of Greensboro, 2500 Summit Avenue, Greensboro, North Carolina 27405. The family would like to express a heartfelt “Thank You” to Hospice and Palliative Care and to Dr. James Kim and all of the caregivers during her stay at Wesley Long and Moses Cone hospitals. This is the edited text of the obituary that ran in the News & Record in Greensboro, North Carolina, on 7 March 2011.
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