 The
morning sounds of Zababdeh:
4:45 AM, Muslim prayer (40 sec.)
6:00 AM, Catholic bells (40 sec.)
6:30 AM, Anglican church bells
6:30 AM, sheep
7:30 AM, National Anthem (40 sec.)
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8/23/00: After managing to make all of our
connecting flights, we have arrived in Zababdeh, Palestine! Unfortunately,
we beat two of our bags here - they arrive in Tel Aviv (four hours away)
tonight. We will have to wait until tomorrow to hear their fate.
Since we are not staying in Israel proper, the airline will not deliver.
We will have to determine a mutually agreeable drop-off point. Perhaps
a password (hey, buddy, wanna buy a silent e?). |
 8/25/00:
We have managed to get a little settled, and are currently living downstairs
in the parish house. Not very private, but certainly roomy and convenient.
Marthame assisted in a wedding tonight (good thing the non-missing bags
contained a shirt with collar!). Father Louis has begun calling him
"Deacon" to translate this oddity of this married American performing pastoral
functions in a Roman Catholic church. Even though it was the night
before the first day of school, many of the children stayed at the party
well after we did. |
8/28/00: We have found our luggage!
Marthame can change clothes! Elizabeth can get near him again!
The airline dropped them off some time last week at a hotel in the Palestinian
part of Jerusalem, but neglected to tell us. Then they closed for
the Muslim and Jewish sabbaths. But now, we are clean and clad.
Marthame is still making sure he uses the correct hand to cross himself
at Mass. His feeble Protestant knees are getting a work-out. |
8/31/00: Our first week of school has ended.
Because the students in the school are Muslim and Christian (about half
and half of the 700 across twelve grades), the "weekend" is split between
Friday and Sunday. Elizabeth is teaching English conversation to
grades 3 through 7, and Marthame is doing the same for grades 8 through
11. Marthame is also teaching religion for grades 8 to 12, while
Elizabeth does the same for grade 7. The bumpiness of the schedule
seems to have smoothed, though our books have not yet arrived. We
are creating lesson plans from scratch for now. |
 9/1/00:
Our Sabbath! We got a chance to sleep late, and to see the countryside.
We took a walk up to the brand new Arab-American University which opens
this fall. It is two miles away from Zababdeh, so many students have
come here to live. For some reason there's a connection with Utah
State University (perhaps the familiar terrain?). As a bit of perspective,
our new friend who has visited Indiana wanted us to know how pleased he
is that we are in Zababdeh, because Chicago is a dangerous town (note this,
those of you who worry for our safety!). His sentiment is echoed
by many in the village. |
 9/2/00:
We moved into Chez Nous! While it is not as large as our place in
the parish house, it is much more quiet and private. The mosquitoes
seem to have figured this out, too. Soon we will have a telephone,
so our internet usage will no longer be on borrowed time. Good news:
there is room for visitors! (Note the burgeoning gender dynamics) |
   9/3/00:
Almost too much to report for one day. Father Konstantin and a group
of Austrians came for a visit, and the town rolled out the red carpet.
The Mass was bilingual, and there was traditional Palestinian dancing by
the school students (video - 24 sec. -
to the left), a tour of the older homes by Abuna Louis (in patriarchal
robe to the right), and - of course - food. We then went to a Christian
engagement ceremony in Tubas, just south of here (video
- 7 sec. - to the right). The population is about 20,000 (150 of which
are Christian, mostly Greek Orthodox). Muslim-Christian relations have
a very good reputation in Tubas, despite the great difference in numbers. Finally,
we journeyed through the area with Abuna Louis, surveying Latin Patriarchate
lands nearby. We met a Bedouin family living nearby, herding sheep and
adopting Elizabeth as their own. The children gave us dates, which they
acquired by throwing rocks at a date palm tree. The bees/wasps (didn't
get close enough to tell) were not pleased by this. Luckily, they did not
seem to know we were the ones stealing their fruit. Silly invertebrates.
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9/4/00: Jenin. Ah, the saga of the
bank account. Jenin (10 minutes away by taxi and pop. 40,000) is
"The Big City," and we had big plans to take care of the financial needs.
Well, we do have a checking account. But there's no money in it (nobody
in Jenin takes travelers' checks), and we can't write checks (that's a
separate application process). That wondrous learning curve. But
(with graciously lent money) we did get copies of our house keys, electrical
mosquito repellent thingies, and Maalox. And hey--look at the date palm
tree from yesterday! That's happy, isn't it? |
 9/6/00:
Jerusalem. Marthame has no classes on Wednesday (until the school
schedule changes), so he went to Jerusalem to AmEx (see above for the "why").
To get to Jerusalem from Zababdeh, one must take a "service" taxi (shared)
to Tubas, then to Nablus, then Ramallah, then Jerusalem through the Israeli
check-point. Three hours one way. By car, maybe two.
A reminder of the political and economic reality. But, six hours
later, we have money! Which means we will, nshallah, have telephone!
Which means we will have home access to email! Yay! In the
evening, an Italian choir came to Zababdeh as part of their Holy Land tour
(Audio of "Were You There" - 40 sec.).
One member of the choir was--oddly enough--a Glaswegian (to the right -
Presbyterians are everywhere). |
9/7/00: Things at the school have begun to fall
into a pattern, and the books have arrived. However, the class schedule
continues to threaten to change. This makes preparation a bit on
the difficult side. For lunch (the big noontime meal, and the one
after which you're supposed to nap), we were invited to one of our fellow
teacher's homes in Tubas. He is working on his Master's Thesis on
radon concentrations in homes in Nablus at Al-Najah University. Unfortunately,
access to materials (books, journals, etc.) is severely limited, so we've
been poking around on the Internet to see what we can find. Any chemistry
profs poking around our page wanna send resources to him? Tubas is
beautiful, but we forgot our camera! Next time, we promise. |
  9/8/00:
Sabbath! We go to Nazareth. We had two goals: getting out of the
house and not preparing lesson plans, and trying to call our friend who
was visiting. Why go to Nazareth to make a phone call, you might
ask? Good question. Our friend was staying in Bethlehem (West
Bank), but was using an Israeli cell phone. You cannot call certain
numbers in Israel from the West Bank, his included. Since Nazareth
is in Israel, we figured we'd give it a shot, but he had left! Even
though they meet for peace in Washington, there are annoying details like
this in daily life. We visited the Church of the Annunciation (left),
where the angel Gabriel visited Mary. The church above the grotto
has murals from around the world depicting Mary, including the one at left
of La Guadalupana from Mexico, making Elizabeth recall her wonderful visit
to Oaxaca in July. Next door (right) is the proposed site of Shehab Eldien
Mosque, which has been the subject of some controversy. In the absence
of a building, the people worship outside, making us think of Rally
Day. |
9/10/00: Marthame preached at his first Mass.
It's not easy for a long-winded Presbyterian preacher to edit himself down
to five or six minutes. At school, the threatened schedule change
goes into effect on Monday. So we continue to adapt. Too many
stories of the hospitality of Zababdeh to relate. Everyone wants
to help teach us Arabic! They must be patient. |
 9/11/00:
The micro fauna of Palestine have come for a visit. Some have been most
welcome in our home, others border on the invasive - you might even say
voracious - side. To the left is our most recent nighttime visitor,
a lizard, which somehow snuck in the back door. To the right is the
buffet that the mosquitoes have come to visit all too often in the night. |
9/12/00:
Every Tuesday night we go with Abuna Louis and the Rosary Sisters to visit
one of the families in the parish - this usually means thirty to forty
people, since families are large extended units in Zababdeh. This
year we are visiting the newlyweds to bless their new homes. The
home meetings are held together by liturgy, song, prayer, and Bible study.
Although we cannot understand much of what is being said, we are asked
to say a few words at each gathering which relate the passage to the couple's
new life together. And on our way home, the moon might bless us with
its presence... |
9/13/00:
One of the struggles for us here is fighting homesickness. Despite
the warmth and welcome of the village, life here for us can be very lonely.
There are moments when three years looks like a long time. But there's
nothing like a little jolt of Americana to kick those blues - Coca-Cola,
Snickers, and the opening ceremonies from Sydney on our newly arrived television.
And there's nothing that quite brings a tear to your eye like watching
Iggy Pop play "No Fun" live in Warsaw. |
9/14/00:
Our apartment building has become quite the ecumenical, international spot.
The new Arab-American University that opens in October promises to bring
in students from all over Palestine, and the administration and faculty
are settling in to life in Zababdeh. Our building houses Americans,
Palestinians, Germans, and Jordanians. Our landlord is a Pentecostal
pastor, and some of the Americans are Utah Mormons. We knew life
would be ecumenical and interfaith, but this...It all brings an odd mix
to this rural village - the SUVs share the same roads in town with the
taxis, the tractors, and the donkeys. |
 9/15/00:
Ah, blessed sabbath. Our German neighbors took us on a little jaunt
around the "Big City" of Jenin. Being Friday in a Muslim culture,
of course, most everything was closed. We did stop at the local plant
nursery to do a little shopping - and, of course, to drink a little coffee
(it is the rare store you enter that they don't invite you to sit, drink
coffee, and talk about Chicago). We picked up a couple of cedar seedlings
and some herbs, promising to give Elizabeth's green thumb a work out.
In the evening we relaxed with one of the English teachers in the school
and her husband - both native Zababdians - and talked all things political,
religious, pedagogical, and culinary. Their little blonde niece stopped
by to play with Elizabeth's hair. |
  9/17/00:
Sundays are proving to be our busiest -but most joyful - days. We
began with a visit from 120 Americans from the Diocese of Sioux Falls,
South Dakota, for morning mass. Bishop Robert Carlson had visited Zababdeh
alone back in March for the parish's confirmation mass. He returned
with a group on their pilgrimage to the Holy Land and to Rome. Once
again, Zababdeh rolled out the red carpet for their visitors. There
were gifts (Monsignor boasts his new tonsure sun protection) and food (the
traditional Mansaaf - rice with spices, meat, and pine nuts, topped with
yogurt and chicken). The school children did some "traditional" dance
(video to the right -11 sec.), and we toured
the school. But the celebration for the day had yet to come.
Abuna Tomie, the Greek Orthodox priest, celebrated the wedding of his son
(audio from the service liturgy - 16 sec.).
Dancing and food for weddings begins at around 8:00 and often goes into
the wee hours. You can hear the sounds of music and dancing over
much the village. To the right are some of the groom's extended family
who have opened up their homes and their hearts to us. Did we mention
that they invited us in for coffee? |
9/19/00:
Fauna of the Holy Land Update: Our latest visitor was this pretty little
scorpion. We really didn't want to kill it, but we didn't want it cohabitating
with us, either. So now we've learned not to leave the door open. We have
heard concern from many people about the ruthless "skeeter" bites on Elizabeth.
No, we don't have malaria or West Nile virus. Fortunately, our electric
mosquito poison thingies seem to work (and we are blissfully ignorant of
their toxicity, which is described in Arabic and Hebrew). |
  9/20/00:
The daily life and folks of Zababdeh are becoming more and more familiar
to us. Here's one of the families (one of several) that has adopted us.
When we visit with families, folks (especially the children) take great
joy teaching us Arabic, and we have the chance to teach some English (which
everyone seems eager to practice). |
  9/21/00:
There are three or four Christian villages left in Palestine/Israel, and
Zababdeh is one of them. The only one that is all Christian
is Taybeh, near Ramallah. Our meeting with Maria Khoury, a Greek-American
coordinating the Patriarchate's English program, ended early enough for
her to take us to visit Taybeh. To the left you can see the "Palestinian
House," a replica of a Jesus-era home built at the Latin church. Where
Elizabeth is standing is where the family would gather. Underneath,
where you see the arch, is where the animals would stay. This gave
us a different mental image of Jesus being laid in the manger. To
the right are the ruins of St. George's Orthodox church, originally built,
we think, in the 4th century. You can see the original baptismal
font and the meat hook where animals are still sacrificed as thanksgiving
offerings. The ruins have become a shared holy site for all of the
churches in Taybeh. We also got a chance to visit the Khoury family's
Taybeh Beer brewery. The family returned
to Palestine after the Oslo accords to open this business. |
9/23/00:
It seems like we're always traveling! From a conference for English
teachers in Ramallah to a conference about the internet for Marthame in
Tel Aviv. We took advantage of this to visit Nablus (Biblical Schechem,
Roman Neapolis) and our friend Abuna Dominick. At age 17, Father
Dominick left his home of Turin, Italy to study in Jerusalem. He
was the parish priest and school principal in Zababdeh, thirty years ago.
And now, at age 87, he has made this his home. In the background
is his garden and Mount Ebal, home of the world's Samaritan community (pop.
400). We also got a tour of the Sisters of Charity (Mother Theresa's
order) hospice. They take care of twelve severely disabled children
and about as many older women. This, along with the Latin School
and the neighborhood of Rafiddya, is the Christian witness in Nablus.
It is a Muslim town, where alcohol is forbidden (curiously "dry" just like
Lubbock). Consequently, communion wine has to be delivered periodically
by the Patriarch in Jerusalem. |
9/25/00:
Day two of the conference, sponsored by Schools
on Line. There's much too much to tell of these three days, but
it is a capsule of life with the Palestinians and the Israelis. Some
observations: 1) the three hour trip between Zababdeh and Tel Aviv took
seven because the Palestinian with whom I was traveling heard about the
conference one day before - not enough time to get permission to enter
Israel from the Israeli authorities. 2) There is much well-intentioned
partnership developing between Israeli schools and Palestinian schools,
though the technological gap between them needs to be bridged (something
Schools on Line is trying to do). 3) However, some conversations
between Israelis and Palestinians revealed that prejudices still linger.
I was neither fish nor fowl, being an American living in the West Bank.
The good news is that we are planning to do an internet program with tenth
graders from Zababdeh and tenth graders from Petach-Tikva (near Tel Aviv).
Called "Family Tales," the plan is to have the children research family
stories and share them with each other via email, perhaps creating web
pages. This has given an energy boost, most certainly. Of course,
for this web page, we've got the bells and whistles - or rather, the drums
that entertained us that night (23 sec. of 9/8 time for you music buffs).
Meanwhile, camera-less Elizabeth went on a short tour of Haifa, with
our friendly German neighbors (teachers at the new Arab American University
2 miles away). Actually, he is originally from Gaza, and consequently a
knowledgeable tour guide for the region. Haifa was beautiful. It was such
a treat to see the Mediterranean! We wandered the old city, seeing many
churches and mosques. Sadly, Palestinians here are not allowed to build
on or repair their homes, and so many of these very old buildings are falling
apart. Many of them, including much of the Christian population of the
city, have left because of this, and most of the churches we saw are abandoned,
according to our friend. When folks leave, their old homes are bulldozed
and the land used for new buildings, often offices and businesses. We saw
several old buildings in the process of being demolished, and some people
living in semi-demolished buildings. It was a sobering sight. But on a
happier note, we viewed the Baha'i temple in Haifa. It is really spectacular,
and we will surely return and post some photos of it for you. And we went
to the Russian sector, where the prices are low and the language is exclusively
Russian. No Hebrew or Arabic or English spoken there. Elizabeth bought
some honey at what was apparently a very good price. |
9/28/00: Weather update:
it rained! Hard! The first day of rain since our arrival.
Things are already looking greener. We also received an email from
a friend in the States asking us how the clashes between Israelis and Palestinians
were affecting us. Truth is, we don't have much more insight.
Zababdeh is, in many ways, so isolated that our connection to Peace Process
news comes - ironically - from CNN. We are thankful that we are out of
the heat of conflict, but we do hope to find ways to be better informed
of the political situation, from sources closer to the events than
Atlanta. |
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