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North Salt Lake, Utah, United States
I'm a woman with degrees in creative writing and cultural anthropology, experience in retail sales, merchant processing, teaching English as a foreign language, and archaeology, who teaches writing and computer classes at a local college, and works for a herpetology society. I also like to read, cook, knit, watch movies, make baskets, take photographs, craft, travel, and blog. I currently live in Utah with my husband, T, and our two dogs. Oh, and I'm a Cancer, which explains the crab thing.

Saturday, February 25, 2012

Girl Scouts: The Second Round

My second Girl Scout presentation, which took place in Hooper, UT on Wednesday, was also a success.  Instead of the info fair setup, with tables for everyone to go around, I was in the "kiva" in the entryway, and there were a variety of crafts set up in the cafeteria next door.  There were 125 girls signed up to attend (!), so they were split into two groups -- one sat through my presentation while the other group made crafts, and then they switched.  I didn't get the opportunity to plop hats and tie headscarves on little heads, so I instead introduced my presentations by getting 5 volunteers to come up and be models for me.  It was a nice little ice-breaker, and it's interesting to see how age- and gender-role-conscious kids of this age are.  As soon as you tell them they're wearing a man's hat, or a married woman's scarf, or a shawl that is meant for grandmothers, they get a little uncomfortable.  So I let them out of their outfits pretty quickly.

The first presentation went well -- lots of girls, probably in the 3rd-5th grade range, with some high school aged -- I heard a few girls comparing driver's licence statuses.  They asked some questions during the presentation, and more after.  The second group was the littler ones -- 1st and 2nd graders, some with toddler siblings in tow, and being asked to sit still for 30 min. after a few hours of activities.  I streamlined my talk, trying to focus on the pictures, but half of them bailed 3/4 of the way through.  Which was just fine, I understood.

A neat activity the organizer came up with for this group involved the Cyrillic alphabet.  The leader had made a bunch of simple bookmarks from white paper and colored yarn.  She asked the girls to write their name and troop number on the front, and I would write their names in Cyrillic on the back.  Unfortunately, this activity didn't include a lecture on the two alphabets, because I kept getting little girls who came back to me and asked, "What does this say?"  One actually tried to correct me, and let me know I was using the wrong letters for her name!  So I would sound the letters out, and they could see how those letters made their name in a different alphabet.

Filling out the bookmarks was the point where I had the most interaction with the girls, which was, of course, my favorite part.  They came up and asked questions, and took a look at all the felt and velvet odds and ends I had spread out on the table.  And it gave me the opportunity to snap a picture of this little diva in a kalpak. (Which is a man's hat, by the way.  *smile*)

The sassy kalpak diva

Monday, February 20, 2012

Girl Scout World Thinking Day

Sorry I haven't posted in a while, but my free time has been sparse.  This past weekend, I gave the first of two presentations to groups of local Girl Scouts as part of their World Thinking Day celebrations.  I guess it's a badge opportunity for Girl Scouts to learn about other cultures, and also to think about how resources are used around the world, so an ecology component is included.

Saturday's presentation was for troops near Draper, UT.  There were about 10 tables set up, and each troop hosted a table with information about a country, including local costumes, objects, food, and often some kind of craft.  I showed up with a few bags of textiles -- felt chair covers, quilted decorations, felt and quilted purses -- a book on Kyrgyz crafts, a leather kumyss bottle, hats, a head scarf, a shawl, a few pieces of posterboard with information about the country, and a handful of postcards.  I spread them across a table that had been set aside for me, and then waited for the girls to come.

The woman who had organized the event, S, gave me a handful of girls from her troop to help at my table.  They were curious about everything on it, and I told them what the leather bottle was for (fermented mare's milk), who wore which hat, and had them try them on, along with the head scarf and the shawl.  They stuck around for a little while and passed along what they knew to visitors who came to our table, while I swooped down on unsuspecting third graders and asked if they wanted to wear a head scarf.  After a little while my helpers wandered off, but I kept putting scarves, shawls, kalpaks and dopas on little girls, and for the most part they seemed to enjoy it.  I only wish I had gotten a few pictures of the girls wearing everything!  Every once in a while they'd stick around long enough for me to tell them about leather bottles and horse's milk.  I would have liked to go visit the other tables as well, but I was too busy, and that was just fine.
Asel
After an hour of girls milling around from table to table, everyone took a seat and I gave a PowerPoint presentation about my host sister, Asel, and what a typical day in a Kyrgyz village would be like for her.  My thesis research translator, Perizat, who I am still in regular touch with via email, helped me with the timeline for a village girl's day, and I filled in with pictures as well as I could.  As I was designing the presentation, at first I was upset that I needed to use pictures from different times and places to illustrate Asel's life, but I decided that some image was better than none.
My village

I started with Asel waking up, doing chores and helping make breakfast before school.  Then she walks to school, and I explain how she has been in a class with the same students every year since first grade.  Then she comes home from school, does some more chores, and then goes to the bazaar with her mother.  Then she helps with dinner, does her homework, plays cards and watches TV, and finally goes to bed.
The bazaar

To emphasize the resources angle of the story, I spent some time talking about what it is like to live without running water, and where the family gets water from, how they wash dishes, clothes, make tea, cook dinner, etc.  I also talked about some of the uses of empty soda bottles, including to measure gasoline and cooking oil.  I should have spent more time talking about how nothing is wasted or thrown away, but I'll have to get more of that in my next presentation.

Well, a room full of 2nd to 7th graders did a great job of listening through my whole story.  They raised their hands and asked lots of good questions as we went, and then while some of the littler ones got restless, we had a question-and-answer period where they asked more good questions at the end.

The last half hour was supposed to be an arts-and-crafts project, where the girls cut the tops off of water bottles, covered them with colored paper, and turned them into pencil holders.  In reality, it was 30 mintes of pure chaos, but in a good way. By the time we were done, there were paper-covered bottle bases of all shapes and sizes.

And I get to do something similar on Wednesday afternoon -- but this time, I'll definitely take pictures of the girls!

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

The Cox-Powell Tragedy

While I know that this case has made the national news recently, since Susan Cox Powell's disappearance happened here in Utah not too long after we moved, I have witnessed every step played out on our local news.  And while it appears that the story still has not come to an end, I finally feel the need to comment on it.
For those of you who don't know the whole story of Susan Cox Powell's disappearance and the following events, let me try and sum it up.  Susan went missing a little over two years ago.  Her husband, Josh, claimed that they had had a fight around 11 pm, she had left, and he had decided to take his two young sons, who were aged 2 and 4 at the time, camping.  In the middle of the night.  In a snowstorm.  Because they wanted to make s'mores.  Since day one, everyone, from the police to the local media to the average Utahn, has found this explanation awfully fishy.  But by the time the police were able to search the campsite Josh claimed to have visited with his boys, most evidence had been erased by the falling snow.

The local media harped on the fact that Josh was the only "person of interest" in the case.  Josh claimed Susan ran off on her own.  Susan's family, the Coxes, along with many of her friends, said that she was a loving and dedicated mother who would never have abandoned her children.  Searches went on for weeks.

After about a month, Josh took his young sons and moved to Oregon, to live with his father, Steve.  The Cox family kept up a campaign, looking for Susan and hoping she could be found.  Friends and family accused Josh of being controlling and potentially dangerous.  The Powell family, however, launched a website that accused Susan of being promiscuous and mentally unstable, with her teenaged diaries and one of the main pieces of evidence regarding her character.  However, one member of the Powell family, Josh's sister, sided with the Coxes, and publically stated that she believed her brother had killed Susan.

This stalemate continued for well over a year.  Every time a body was discovered somewhere, the local news wondered if it was Susan Powell.  Last summer, however, Utah police claimed they had new leads, and began searching an area of BLM land for evidence.  Cadaver dogs identified a spot that initial reports claimed was "a shallow grave."  The local news, without even pretending to maintain objectivity, did stories on whether the distance from the Powell home to this site was within the range of miles recorded on Josh's car after Susan's disappearance.  But after a few days and a full excavation, the human remains were not forthcoming -- there were just some small chips of charred wood that needed analysis, and the most the police could say was that the dogs had picked up on human decomposition, possibly of body fluids, if not a whole body.

In September, police got a warrant and were able to search the Powell's home in Oregon.  They took computers, diaries, and other evidence.  Child pornography was discovered in Steve Powell's posession, along with images he had secretly taken of women over decades, including images of Susan. Steve was arrested on charges of voyeurism and child pornography and put in jail. It came out that Josh's father often flirted with Susan sexually; her friends claimed it made her very uncomfortable, while he claimed that she was a very flirtatious, sexually aggressive woman.  At this point, my friends started to wonder whether Steve was the one who actually killed Susan.  The investigation of these images spilled over to Josh himself, and the children were taken out of his custody. The were put into temporary foster care, but the Coxes, Susan's parents, got custody of the boys very quickly.  Then, last week, a hearing to determine whether Josh could regain custody of the boys ended with the judge ruling not only that the boys stay with their grandparents, but that Josh needed to go through a psychosexual evaluation.

And then, as I was knitting in front of the Superbowl game last Sunday at a friend's house, one of the other guests received a call.  His exclamations of surprise caught everyone's attention, and he delivered the news that Josh had just blown up his own home with himself and his boys inside.  The social worker who was supposed to supervise the boys arrived with them, was locked out of the house, and then Josh blew everything up.

Okay, so that was a pretty long summary.  But it covers over two years of developments!  Anyway, now I'll finally get to my point.

Along with everyone else, my greatest reaction to this story has been, "Why would he kill his boys?"  My first reaction was, the antipathy between the Cox and Powell families was so strong, that he did it out of spite.  He would take his sons with him simply to keep them away from their grandparents.

But a day or two later, as the local news was reviewing the story from beginning to end, the images of Josh presented another possible explanation.

From day one, Josh has always had a face with a peculiarly hangdog expression.  He honestly looks like the human version of Droopy Dog.  And while he has that expression of sadness, in early interviews on the local news, he never seemed convinvingly upset about his wife's disappearance -- just very downcast in general.  And as they zipped through the story on the news, showing a series of images of Josh taken over the past two years, that expression became more unhappy over time.  The final image, of Josh at the unsuccessful custody hearing, showed a man who had large, dark bags under his eyes, and whose primary expression was one of desperation, a man at the end of his rope.

It made me wonder, was Josh trapped in circumstances he hadn't intended?  Was his killing of Susan an accident or a crime of passion, that he then tried to cover up?  Was his father perhaps the actual killer, and he then protected him?  Did he somehow begin a chain of events that spiraled further and further out of control, until he felt that the only way for him and his boys to escape was through death?  I certainly wouldn't excuse even an accidental death, because he chose to take steps to cover up that killing.  But it made me feel a twinge of sympathy for this man, who may have felt guilt and horror over his actions, and finally thought suicide was the only way out.

But now more details about the boys are coming to light.  They had recently talked about and drawn pictures of their mother in the trunk of a car.  Now, it is easy for memories to be planted, especially in young children, but the police are now claiming that Josh killed the boys to prevent them from saying more about their mother's disappearance.

And the most disturbing detail that has come out in the last few days are the results of the autopsy.  Josh tried to kill them before the explosion, hacking at their necks with a hatchet, but not killing them.  Perhaps this was once again the bungled act of a father who was trying to save his children from a worse death in a fire.  He only had a few minutes in the house with the boys before he caused the explosion, so he didn't have time to drug them, or use some other slow-acting method.  But I can't imagine intentionally making your children's last moments those of pain and fear.  And that spark of sympathy I felt is being erased.  Now I see a man whose selfishness destroyed not only his own life, but the lives of his wife and sons as well.