Scrapbook from 1974
California, New Zealand, Sydney, Bali, Singapore, Hong Kong, Thailand, Burma, Calcutta, New Delhi, Katmandu, Afghanistan,Tehran, Istanbul, Lebanon, Germany...
Gilbert Brown was my boss in 1970. He was the headmaster of Escola Americana in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, (Leblon, to be exact). I was preparing to sign a contract to teach another year and hesitated to place my signature on the contract he handed me as I sat across from from him and his very large desk. He knew something was wrong and I told him I was concerned about my parents in New Jersey. He took time to listen and then picked up his phone to call the USA. Yikes! The international phone calls from Brazil during that time were extremely expensive but he said, "Don't rush, take your time to find out more about their health." I heard the ringing tone, held my breath and both of them picked up at the same time but in different locations in the house. I heard their voices together for the first time and found myself saying "Am headed home," (which was one of Dr Brown's three options) and their tone of voice became joyful and heard my Dad say very softly, "Thank God". Soon after I returned, during the next six months, my Dad's final six months of his earthly life, I had many conversations. He really never mandated much of me at this stage of his life, but he did make me promise to take Mom around the world. Because, by then, the world was sort of home to me, I'm sure I answered something like this..."No problem Dad".
Later...
Me -
"Mom, I promised Dad that I would take you around the world, maybe this is a good time to go."
Mom -
"How should we do it?"
Me -
"Well if Dad was here he would want your to go first class, maybe for a about a month, or we could go for longer if we roughed half the time and go for 3 months, or we could rough it all the time and go for 6 months."
Mom -
"Oh, let's rough it and go for six months!"
(hehe, yup, that' my Hungarian Mum!)
So here's a few pics from that trip:
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Mom Mom Wimberg
and Carole in Nepal.
That was not just a photo op!
That was our only transportation from
the helicopter landing area to the famous
TIGER TOPS! |
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Mom just loved the people of the Middle East
and was in awe of the ancient ruins. (Well she
was in awe with most of this wonderful world!) |
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She wanted to milk a cow! Okay Mom, your
famous words, "JUST DO IT" and so she DID! |
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These pages of her scrap book had water inside
the plastic, yup, ergo...
took photos of the wet photos, right through
the shiny, too glossy, old plastic that was a bit
discolored. Hey, whatever works...remember
dudes, we are not looking for perfection here,
just preservation of a SUPER DUPER MOM.
I should go proof but don't feel like it so might post more tomorrow
on this scrapbook.
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