Saturday, March 24, 2007

RBA Hispanic Ministry Report
Thursday, March 22, 2007

Four years ago tomorrow WE held the first Hispanic Gathering that WE were involved with at Coan Church. I remember being excited and somewhat terrified all at the same time. Leslie and I had been working on the choruses that we were going to sing. I had done some searching online and got the sense that some of the choruses I’d grown up singing were known across denominational lines throughout Latin America. It ended up being, for the most part, a duet on Leslie’s and my part.

There were one or two songs that the folks that came recognized, but for the most part they were not familiar with the ones I’d chosen. Over the next couple of weeks and months, in talking to Cecilia and some of the other folks, we learned several choruses that were familiar to them, and the volume of voices that joined together in singing at the beginning of the worship services grew.

Over the last four years, we’ve had opportunities to learn more of the songs THEY know and have also been able to share some of our most meaningful hymns with them. We still sing “At The Cross” almost every gathering, and have taught them “He Leadeth Me”, “Because He Lives”, and “Great Is Thy Faithfulness”.

Just a couple of stories from the ministry: on Valentine’s day four of our friends were involved in a car accident caused by ice on the road. Two of the women who were riding in the car were seriously injured. They were not life-threatening injuries, but they WERE such that they will not be able to work for at least another couple of months, and probably more. Their names are Antonia Diaz and Clemencia Orozco.

About the same time, a woman who is a citizen, called and asked me to help her with her situation – she and her husband have 8 children, four of whom are not yet school age. The youngest is coming up on 3 months old. He is their sole means of support, and he was detained by the department of homeland security and taken to Portsmouth, where he’s been for the last two months. His court hearing to determine if he will be allowed to remain here and feed and take care of his family while working out his legal status will be sometime over the next couple of weeks. Their names are Vrenda and Ramiro Espinoza.

At the end of February I drove Fidela Corona and Tobias Rojas to Mary Washington Hospital to deliver their son. We got there in plenty of time. In Fact, it was the second time in as many weeks that I’d taken her there with the intention of having her induced. She had developed preeclampsia in the last few weeks of the pregnancy, and the symptoms had finally gotten to the point where they were going to HAVE to take the baby. Thankfully, everything turned out fine. Larry Rojas is doing fine.

Lastly, there’s Guillermo and Felicitas Mercado Sarmiento and their daughters America and Casandra. Guillermo works at one of the local plants making a little over eight dollars an hour. Their stay so far – they moved here about a year ago – has been almost a continual struggle. They decided early on that he would be the only one to work outside the home, and Felicitas would stay home and care for the girls. They have had a terrible time finding a place to live, but they finally DID find a place up on Newland Road, across the corner from where Pea Ridge Rd comes out onto Newland Rd. Their rent is $650.00 a month, plus utilities. The owner, who is also Mexican, has told them that they can have at most 2 other tenants living with them, either a couple or individuals. Guillermo is a careful man. He is a hard worker, a caring father and husband, and he is being very careful about who they end up sharing the house with. He told me last night that if he doesn’t find anyone that HE is comfortable and secure in sharing the house with, he is perfectly willing to just let it be them. As hard as that would be for them to make ends meet, he would still rather do that then have to deal with the fallout from folks who weren’t as diligent as he is in taking care of where they live.

There’ve been a couple of other families with baby issues – one three day old boy developed a urinary tract infection and had to be taken to MCV, another toddler with down’s syndrome developed yet another case of pneumonia and had to be treated in the emergency room, another girl has had recurring problems that required a trip to MCV …

It’s been a particularly busy few weeks. When I worked up the mileage to date that I’ve put on the car just since the second week of February, I was stunned. I realized why I’d been feeling so tired lately, why I had the flare-up with my back week before last.

As I was getting ready for tonight, a scripture came to mind, Galatians 6:9; let me read a couple of the surrounding verses just to give you an idea of what Paul was in the middle of saying:

8 If you sow to your own flesh, you will reap corruption from the flesh; but if you sow to the Spirit, you will reap eternal life from the Spirit. 9 So let us not grow weary in doing what is right, for we will reap at harvest-time, if we do not give up. 10 So then, whenever we have an opportunity, let us work for the good of all, and especially for those of the family of faith.

We’ve been doing this for four years. YOU’VE been doing it longer – I think we ALL need to hear the word of the Lord when he tells us to not get tired of doing what is right.

Multiple individuals have told me to slow down. Of late, my body has joined that number and is telling me the same thing in no uncertain terms. In that vein, I think there may be some (here’s that word) changes that will be seen in the way the Hispanic Ministry is being carried out. What is happening now is good and right, and holy. The worship times at gatherings, as I’ve shared before, have become truly worshipful, the Bible Studies can get seriously interactive. Most of that will continue. There comes a point where the running may need to turn to walking for a while, still pressing toward that goal, but being careful to not burn out. I would like to ask you to pray as an association for what that will look like. The idea has been floated to settle the gathering at a single location, to have a shared facility, ideally. Please pray for that vision. The ministry continues, people are recognizing the full implication of what it means when they call themselves Christians, and are beginning to live into that knowledge.

In the worship services, the words that are being sung are not only going out from our mouths, they are going into our heads and into our hearts. The scripture that is read is going out and inward as well, and I stand firmly on the promise that it will not return to us empty.

Thank you. For your continued prayer, and support, and love, and encouragement.

Kenny

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

i need to apologize.

i feel like i'm doing too much.

which is odd, because at the end of the day, it doesn't seem like enough.

it's not that i'm actually trying to WORK my way into heaven (see God? how many miles i put on the car in the last 6 weeks? if THAT don't get me into heaven, i don't know what ELSE you expect me to do!) it's that i get so tired from DOING that i don't have the energy or the presence of mind to just BE.

BEING is as important as doing. i can get lost in the doing, and forget what it's like to BE.

end of the existential crisis. (not that it's over, i'm just going to drop that part now)

i visited with Gladys this afternoon, and then with Vrenda. two extreme situations. Gladys is just over 80. her children are grown adults. she has GREAT grandkids, not just grandkids.

Vrenda has 8 children, the oldest of which is 12. great kids. they were bouncing around the living room. the oldest daughter offered me lemonade.

Glady's husband is home with her or out in the yard or the workshop putting something together or just puttering around.

Vrenda's husband is somewhere in Portsmouth at a detention center awaiting a court date for a stay of deportation hearing.

the thing is, this SYSTEM of ours, what we proclaim to the world as the fairest and most impartial judicial branch in the world, won't tell either Vrenda or the immigration attorney who is helping her pro-bono, OR the lawyer who is helping her on the FEDERAL level where they have him, when his court date will be, or where. all things they were supposed to have communicated BEFORE beginning the process. we're in the 20 days he has between being released from homeland security custody and being remanded to ... i suppose INS (i know the initials have changed) custody ... so how are folks supposed to take the appropriate steps TO follow the rules if the rules are not explained ... or worse, not FOLLOWED by the very people who REPRESENT the rules???

!!!Dios mio!!! ??A que ha llegado a ser mi pais??

Monday, March 12, 2007

Los Abuelitos! Angelica, Divina, Kenneth, y Jorge. (1/24/07, Santiago)
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At Salto de Laja, 8th Region, Bio-Bio, Chile, on the way back up to Santiago from Osorno
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Friday, March 09, 2007





Mom & Daddy, K-K -
We got the package of Christmas presents day before yesterday -- the kids really love the books and dinosaur & clothes you got them, but the hit of the package were the EXTREMELY COOL HATS!!!! We LOVE all having the same thing to wear!
WE LOVE YOU ALL!!!!
Kenny, Leslie, Marie, Clavel, and Chapeu!
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Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Ash Wednesday, 2007

Caleb, our son, and, as of Sunday, our brother in Christ.

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Sunday, January 21, 2007

First of the Season

Here it is, three weeks into January, and we finally got the first snow of the season. The forecasts are all saying it's going to turn to freezing rain tonight, with little or no accumulation, but we're planning on eating lunch in Gloucester tomorrow to celebrate Donald's birthday -- if we started ANYTHING back at the beginning of September, it set the precedent to combine drastic or catastrophic weather with a family celebration (ie: Ernesto blowing outside while we celebrated Judson's birthday at Olivia's on the Square in downtown Gloucester -- the only place that had electricity -- before heading up to what ended up being Harrisonburg for the weekend). So we're expecting either a good bit of accumulation if not icy conditions for the drive down. It would only seem FAIR, don't you think?? ;-)

Tuesday, January 09, 2007


This is "before" ... it brings to mind the Dennis the Menace cartoon where he's just had a bath and is all dressed up for church, and in the very next frame he's ...

well ...



Like this!

Finally! What arms, elbows, knees, feet, and various and sundry flying objects (and a couple of stationary ones! :-)) were not able to do, nature and development took care of on their own!

Saturday, December 30, 2006


De parte de la familia Park Maccubbin, les deseamos lo mejor para el 2007.
On behalf of the Park Maccubbin family,
all the best for 2007.

Monday, December 25, 2006



Yesterday evening we celebrated our Candlelight Christmas Eve Service at Church. There were over 50 people. :-) For the first time, Leslie and I served Communion together. Pretty Cool.

Thursday, December 14, 2006

whew!
i didn't know if i should be worried as i was taking the test. (heeheehee!)

thanks Jay
You scored as Chalcedon compliant. You are Chalcedon compliant. Congratulations, you're not a heretic. You believe that Jesus is truly God and truly man and like us in every respect, apart from sin. Officially approved in 451.

Chalcedon compliant

100%

Monophysitism

67%

Modalism

58%

Nestorianism

50%

Adoptionist

17%

Pelagianism

17%

Monarchianism

8%

Arianism

0%

Apollanarian

0%

Docetism

0%

Gnosticism

0%

Albigensianism

0%

Socinianism

0%

Donatism

0%

Are you a heretic?
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Sunday, October 15, 2006



Hannah turned 11 last monday. yesterday we celebrated her with a birthday party at a local skating rink. we had a blast. she's turning into a beautiful young girl. she is kind, and thoughtful, and (most of the time) gentle ... and wants SO MUCH to care for people...

Scott and Becky and Breanna and Colin came up for the better part of the day, and that was fun as well.

Tomorrow is shaping up to be a fun day. The kids are out of school (Columbus Day, in-service day? not sure ... they had last monday off, and i thought THAT was for Columbus Day...) in any case, we're hosting a Rappahannock Baptist Association brotherhood meeting and dinner at Church ... Pork Loin, mashed potatoes, green beans, fruit cocktail, and apples and cinnamon ... we're expecting over a hundred people -- it's always ladie's night when they have these dinners ... so it should be a good turnout, mostly because Jerusalem is centrally located to the association. will post again tomorrow night... :-)

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Back To Contacts


Had my eyes checked last week, and found that the glasses i've been wearing for about 8 years no longer fit the bill for what i need.
The exam was on Thursday, and I got the call from the Vision Center at Wal-Mart that the contacts were in on Monday. Pretty quick turnaround! Drove by to pick them up, and brought them home, soaked them overnight, and popped 'em in yesterday morning. Aside from initially feeling like I had put two SAUCERS in my eyes, I got over the initial discomfort and the rest of the day went well. Today is day 2. For what I have, nearsightedness plus astigmatism, (are those two the same thing??), Rigid Gas Permeable lenses do better at correcting the problem than soft lenses, which is fine, since that is what I've been wearing since I first got contacts in ... 19... 77? 78? (eek ... that's almost 30 years ago!)
oh well.
New glasses soon to follow. :-) yeah, they are different too. (stylewise)
grace & peace

Friday, September 29, 2006

Baptism

It was an incredibly sweet experience. Altogether, there were probably about 15 people here for the baptism. We sang 'At The Cross' after in invocation, then I spoke about what baptism means to baptists. I usually don't focus on differences, but on similarities we have with other denominations, but in this case it was, I think, appropriate to take the opportunity to explain our beliefs... we were both, I think, a little nervous. Alejandra for obvious reasons, me, because it was actually the first time I'd performed a baptism in spanish. We got through it. When Lexa came up out of the water, she just stood there with her hands covering her face and seemed to just ... soak in the moment. I don't think she was crying, but she was ... overcome. I just hugged her, and then spoke the benediction and commissioning over her -- which the picture caught.

grace & peace

Wednesday, September 27, 2006

Broadband

When we moved in, the parsonage had that old TV antenna sticking up there, even though it'd been a while since TVs were connected to it -- cable had been installed some time before. It's hard to tell from the picture, and I was still surprised by the size of the thing once it was down on the ground, but the guys that came and installed the wireless broadband antenna (below) took the old antenna down and replaced it with a fairly discreet one.


We had enjoyed cable access when we lived in Virginia Beach, before moving here, and it was at times more of an adjustment than I thought it would have been to go back to dial up access. In all honesty, we could probably have still made do with the dial up, but with Leslie taking an online class this semester at BTSR, we decided that if we both needed to be online at the same time, it would be worth the expense to get the broadband installed and connected. I'd purchased a wireless router after Christmas in the HOPE that we would sooner rather than later be getting a broadband connection ... we were actually hoping for cable access through our cable TV company, but being rural, and sparsely populated, we're not a priority area in which they are deploying that technology. :-(
So here we are, connected and THOROUGHLY enjoying it.

Tuesday, September 26, 2006

On Baptism

i'm sitting in the sanctuary, listening as the baptistry fills. Alejandra has asked to be baptized, and we're going to have a baptism service Friday evening. it's a big deal. it's the first baptism (by immersion) in the hispanic community ... probably since Berenice was baptized before we came to Emmerton.

we made an open invitation at the encuentro sunday night, for anyone who would like to come and affirm, celebrate, observe, etc. ... so it will be not only an opportunity to observe the ordinance of baptism, but it will also be a teaching moment -- to explain what baptism means to us as baptists.

funny ... before becoming a pastor, i never wondered about the nuts and bolts of a baptism -- i mean actually getting the baptistry READY for the event -- there's a whole procedure (at least there is with ours) of turning on the water, running it to a certain point, then turning on the heater, and letting THAT flush out ... to see if there is any rust or any critters in the lines, then turning THAT off, and running the water ... letting the baptistry fill (I'm struggling to not call it 'the tub') and THEN running the heater again ... we're actually just going to run the water today, let it sit for the next couple of days, let the ambient temperature of the sanctuary warm the water some before cranking up the heater and pump to let THEM heat the water more ... directly ...

the last baptism we held in the sanctuary was on Easter Sunday. the last baptisms we had as a CHURCH were in July at the river. (most folks prefer the river, critters and all -- so do i, for that matter!)

i'm sure there will be pictures ... i'll post them after.

Friday, September 08, 2006

The Wonders of the Internet
Over the last week or two, the traffic between my classmates from the Nido De Aguilas class of 1980 has been increasing exponentially, and it looks like there's a plan in the works to meet next year sometime in Santiago. I suspect (and hope) that the contacts that are being made in relation to THAT will spawn semi-reunions here in the states ... i know we've talked about doing one of those for the last couple of years at least, but hey, guys, let's REALLY try to do one this time! we're not that far from the DC area, Lolly is THERE, and there are probably more of us in the general area as well ... que les parece?
btw, the rest of the time with the grupo italiano went great. there were bumps, but that's okay. we didn't expect perfection ... :-)

Monday, July 24, 2006

Of Italians and the Grace of God

What an incredible week it's been ... actually, a little over a week - since Friday before last, when I drove to Lynchburg (well, NEAR Lynchburg), picked them up and drove back here. It is a group of youth who come from ... at least 3 churches, 3 different cities, and a Pastor, his wife, and their son (from yet ANOTHER town and church) (the youth come from Rome, Florence, and Milan).
They had spent the week that had just ended participating in family mission week at Eagle Eyrie, and had spent their time doing vacation bible schools, some home repairs and painting, and meeting and getting to know a slew of folks who went to the camp from all over virginia. The pastor is originally from Honduras, so when he first started working out the plans to come to Virginia, he asked about plugging into a Hispanic Ministry somewhere around the state . Their contact person and I served as journeymen together at the same time back in the mid-eighties, so he connected US, and it FINALLY happened ... they GOT here!
So it's been an interesting week and a half. right off the bat, the kids are ... kids. teenagers are not THAT different, at least from what i can tell between here and Italy. They like to joke and laugh and play, they still have a lot of the energy that children have, but they are also beginning to deal with issues that need to be considered as adults ... and they are straddling both worlds.
Jaime, the pastor, and his wife Barbara both speak spanish, as does their son, a couple of the kids speak enough english to be understood, and more of them understand enough spanish ... i think we ended up calling what we've been communicating in Itanglish ... or something like that ... no ... spangliano ... whatever ... whatever it IS, it's been infused with grace.
Last week we played. went to the river to swim -- if only part of us, if only for an hour or so. The week was partially dictated by a homegoing in our congregation and the ensuing visitation and funeral. We DID get to take them into Richmond to tour the VBMB, BTSR, and to do a little bit of shopping, and they DID get to go to Sandbridge, near Virginia Beach, on Friday, and I took them to DC to see some of the sights in the course of a few hours ... got an interesting lesson in what it is that the rest of the world (or at least these Italians) thought was worth seeing. Not a surprising one, just a sobering one. I realized how Americanized I've become.
This past Sunday, Jaime preached in Spanish and I translated into English. As daddy would say after a visiting mission team came through Santiago or somewhere in Chile and he served as interpreter, it was one of the best sermons I've preached. :-)
Yesterday afternoon, we gathered at the river and baptized three new members of our congregation -- at the conclusion of which, the Italian group broke into a song that both praised God for the gift of life, and asked for continued guidance ... (if i remember correctly ... that may be changed here in a bit) ...
Today we started the work part of their stay with us -- sports camps -- preschoolers in the mornings, and elementary aged kids through completed 6th grade in the afternoons. It started out a little awkward, with some issues with the language barrier, exacerbated by the fact that the OTHER youth group -- from our former church in Virginia Beach -- Thalia Lynn Baptist -- arrived at 8:15 to begin registration for the camps at 9:15. In two locations. Working with people they'd never met before. Who didn't speak the same language...
Well, SORTA didn't speak the same language.
You see, yeah, the words that came out of their mouths didn't sound very much alike, but the language that was coming from their hearts (mostly) was the same -- the language of love, and caring, and blessing. The language of fun, and laughter, and singing (I wish you could have heard the singing -- the combined, overlapped, intertwined and interwoven singing of the Psalm 100 praise chorus in Italian and in English.
So we get to bear witness to the Grace of God in our lives in yet another way -- through watching how these kids meet, work together, and get to know each other.
It's been amazing to watch -- and it's only the first day.

Sunday, June 25, 2006

Cementerio De Los Disidentes


The first year we lived in Chile I lived maybe 5 miles from the ‘Cementerio De Los Disidentes’ (Dissidents’ Cemetery) in Valparaíso. We lived a couple of hills over in Viña Del Mar. Granted, we only lived there a year, and I was only two at the time, but over the ensuing 15 years, I visited ‘Viña’ and ‘Valpo’ many, many times, and had no idea that the place even existed. It was part of standard grade school curriculum to learn of the British influence on the formation of the Chilean navy, (as well as nationhood, since the father of the country was Bernard O’Higgins, the illegitimate son of an Irish father and a creole mother), so we were aware of that, but as a child, the thought never crossed my mind that there would be people who had died in battles and who were buried THERE, and not back in their home country.

That perception, or misperception, as the case may be, changed over the course of the years, but by then I had moved through high school and come back to the States for college, and my opportunities to return and explore the history that I neglected in my youth were few and far between. The times that I DID go back, I mostly concentrated on coming to terms with my own history and relationship with the country that WAS home to me growing up, and which still holds a large stake in my psyche as ‘mi patria querida’ (my beloved country).

So when I announced to my congregation that I would be traveling to Chile to perform my brother’s wedding, and Warren Potter approached me about trying to locate and take pictures of the marker for the crewmen of the first USS Essex, I (hesitantly) agreed, not having any idea of how difficult or easy it might be to locate and photograph the gravesite. Before leaving on the trip, I attempted a couple of internet searches to try to identify where I might find the marker, and came up basically empty-handed. I found references to the event – between the Essex, which engaged two British ships in the bay at Valparaiso and lost 89 of the 255 crewmen on board in a battle in March of 1814, during the War of 1812, but no reference as to where the remains of the sailors who were killed in the battle were buried.

On Palm Sunday, April 9th, 2006, a group of us – some family and some friends who had accompanied us for the wedding, drove over to Viña to try to visit with some friends and – if the opportunity presented itself – to look for the marker. As it turned out, we drove in two vans, and we got separated. By the time we got back together, it was night time, and all we had time to do was visit with a fellow missionary and the son of one of our extended Chilean family, and return to Santiago.

The next day was our next to the last day IN Chile before heading back to the States, and I decided that I would try again to find the marker. I rode the metro down to the bus station, hopped on a bus to Valparaiso, and headed out.

This day was important for a number of reasons, most of which I'll be figuring out over the next few months, if not years. Partially, I had promised one of my church members (Warren Potter) that I would look for the grave, and partially, I needed to go because I needed to prove to myself that I was able to DO that -- on my own, without any help from anyone ... and get there and back ... and it went perfectly well. This shot was from the bus on the way over -- vineyards between Santiago and Valparaiso.

A woman sat down next to me on the bus, just a few minutes before we pulled away from the curb. Being an introvert, most of the trip was spent in silence. I did finally strike up a conversation with her, and found out that she was on her way home – from running an errand for her company in Santiago. In the course of our conversation, I explained why I was going to Valparaiso, and asked if she might have any idea as to where I might find the marker. She thought a minute, and then said, half to herself, that the marker would have to be in one of the older cemeteries, not any of the newer ones. That narrowed it down to a couple of possibilities; Cemetery Number One or Cemetery Number Two, which, to her knowledge, were the only ones around that early in the city’s history. She explained to me how to get to them from the bus station, and helped me buy a map of the city inside, before we left the building. We looked it over, and she showed me what street to walk down and where to turn and what landmarks to look for. We parted and I thanked her and she wished me luck.

The day was bright and sunny in Santiago when I left, but as soon as we crossed the coastal mountain range, the clouds that they were holding back from the interior socked in with damp and cold and blocked the sunshine, but it was still daylight. I walked down into and through downtown (the old town part) of Valparaiso, and found the road that led up to the Cemeteries, and turned up it. The rise was steep, and as I came to the top of the hill, I could tell that there was one cemetery up against the brow of the hill – overlooking the downtown. When I came to a gate with multitudes of graves and markers behind it, I walked through, and noticed that there was a sign that stated that the closing time for the cemetery was 5 PM. It was shortly after 4. As I walked around, I knew there was little chance that I would find the marker on my own, even if I WAS in the right place. I found the caretaker of the cemetery, and explained the situation and my mission to him. He directed me to the other cemetery, the ‘Number Two’ Cemetery, the next one built, which was established about the time of the battle.

When I walked the few hundred yards over to it, and stood at the gated entrance, (this was the one I had actually seen from below. As I was climbing the hill) I again knew I’d need to find someone who might be familiar with the layout and where graves and markers were in order to find the one I was looking for. I stepped into the Cemetery, and off to the right saw two men conversing, one sitting inside a guardhouse, and the other standing in the doorway, leaning against the doorjamb. I approached, and introduced myself and again went through the explanation of why I was there and what I was looking for. The man immediately said ‘they would be in the ‘Dissidents’ Cemetery’, right across the way. I looked back through the gate I’d walked in, and across the street/alley separating the two was another cemetery. I had mistakenly assumed it was the back entrance to the first cemetery I’d gone into, but it was not. Chile, having been a Catholic Country for most of it’s history, has designated, consecrated plots of land for burial of those who have died in good standing with the Catholic Church (Tierra Santa – Holy Ground) – for those who have died whose status with the Church was understood to have been … at odds, or contrary, or unknown, provisions had to be made. Those provisions were in the form of ‘Dissident’ Cemeteries, where protestant or otherwise non-Catholic decedents could be laid to rest.

As I wandered around the Cemetery, I was amazed at the variety of names British, German, American, French, Swiss, South African, Russian; from countries all over the globe, whose inscriptions bore legends that told of family histories that linked as profoundly with Chile’s as my own family’s, if not more so, and spanned two full centuries of time. I realized that this was a memorial not only to THEIR mark on Chile, but perhaps more so, a memorial to Chile’s mark on THEM – on US. These were people who had chosen to live out their lives in Chile, to become Chilean, inasmuch as possible, and when it came their turn to loose the bonds of earth, they asked or chose to leave their remains in a land that welcomed them and gave them a home.

There were literally hundreds, if not thousands of markers to wander through, and I was running out of time. It was nearly five o’clock. I saw the caretaker walking down one walkway, and approached him. Again, I went through the explanation of whom and what I was looking for. He gestured over to the right side of the entrance, and said ‘that’s where some of the military markers are, it might be over there.” So I concentrated along that side for a few minutes. As I walked up and down the aisles, I grew more anxious at the fact that I seemed to be so close, and yet hadn’t been able to find the marker. As I walked past the front gate, the caretaker from the number two cemetery, who had directed me to the dissident cemetery, walked up to the gate from the outside. I stepped through the gate, preparing to head back down the hill, and looked at him and shrugged my shoulders, communicating that I had tried, but hadn’t had any luck finding the marker. He put his arm through the gate and pointed. There, literally less than twenty feet from the entrance, (it would make sense, being one of the earlier markers and gravesites to be dug in the cemetery) was the marker for the crewmen of the Essex. I couldn’t believe it. I walked over and put my hand on the stone. There was a bronze plaque at the foot of the marker, commemorating an anniversary of some sort – or an effort on behalf of the organization of veterans who’d served on the Essex through the years, to place the plaque – it was nearly impossible to read – it had faded and deteriorated so much – but the engraving on the stone of the marker itself was still clear. After asking permission from the caretaker (there were signs posted advising that pictures were not allowed) I took several pictures from all sides and several angles, to get not only the details of the text, but also to get a sense of the location – where in relation to the gate and the nearest edge of the cemetery that afforded a view of the bay in which the battle took place – of the marker.



Only SLIGHTLY awkward ... you don't really want to put your arm around a grave marker ... fortunately, there wasn't anyone around, so I just set the shot, and the timer, and walked back over to the marker and stood ... :-)

As I left the cemetery, I walked to the corner that was formed by the road that surrounded it, across which you could look out over the bay, and took some more pictures of the surroundings. I walked a little down the way, and came to a space between two buildings that had a stairway that went down between them – they are commonplace, since that is the only way to get up and down the hills of Valparaiso, unless you are in a car or on a trolley that rides up and down the incredibly steep tracks that go straight up and down the hills. I followed the steps all the way down. There was a closed door at the bottom. A couple of landings before I got down to the ground level, I passed a woman who was doing some cleaning on ‘her’ landing – and asked if the door was locked. She explained to me that I was on a private stairway and that she didn’t think it was locked, but that if it was, I could come back up and let her know and she would unlock it for me. I apologized for the intrusion, explained that I didn’t realize that was the case (there was no sign at the top of the stairs where I began the climb down). She smiled and said “it’s no problem.” I thanked her and walked the few dozen feet to the bottom of the stairs and opened the door and walked out onto the street I’d passed on my way up.

As I walked back towards the bus station, I realized that, although I had studied both, there is a lot of Chile’s history, and the history of the United States, that I have yet to familiarize myself with. I left with a spark of renewed interest in exploring both.
It made me realize that there are things worth fighting – and dying – for. I’ve lived a sheltered life in that respect. I’ve never had to make that choice, never had to face the reality of friends or family members going in harm’s way to secure a ‘right’ I take for granted. I wondered about the number of stories carried on each of the five ships named Essex, how many families; mothers, fathers, children, brothers and sisters awaited word of a crewmember’s whereabouts, of whether he or she was alive or dead, and when they arrived home, how many stories were shared around kitchen tables, and while the words flowed, the eyes gazed on the face of the loved one, occasionally brimming with tears, occasionally hardening at news of a particularly difficult moment, but always came back to simply gaze with love, and thanksgiving at their safe return.

Kenny Park
Warsaw, VA
June 25, 2006