As I wrote in my previous posting, I had no idea what I would find when I went up to the Ñaña workshop last week after having been away for almost a year. I had been communicating with the knitters through email and the occasional phone call (their missed calls always registered as unavailable, but I could tell it was them from the whispering and muffled "Emli?" left on my answering machine each time before an abrupt hangup). However, I didn't have a very clear picture of what was going on.
Betsi, the knitter who just opened her own store, was previously the instructor of the group and left unexpectedly due to cuts in funding shortly after I left. I was really worried about this, because she had the most experience of all the women in the group, and I didn't know what it would do to morale or their progress learning new techniques. Then I heard from them in early June that they had just finished classes. How long? With whom? No response. Andrea, the knitter who is now heading things up, also mentioned in passing during a brief phone call that she had been to Lima for PeruModa, a national fashion exhibition. I couldn't get many details out of her other than how much she had liked it.
It turns out that both the classes and PeruModa were part of a program put on for the women of Ñaña by FONCODES, a governmental organization dedicated to women and development. The classes covered not only knitting techniques, but costs and prices, group organization, and color and design trends. On top of this, I found out that the priest in Alto Cayma is now encouraging them to move towards being more self-sustaining and independent. I could not be happier.
So now the question is -- what needs to be done in the next 7 weeks to help them continue moving towards this goal? We've decided to pare down our inventory for the online catalog so we can focus on perfecting the items that will appear-- assigning codes, selecting colors, setting measurements, etc. -- so everyone is on the same page and we are not spread so thin trying to keep a million different products straight. I am also working with two new knitters, who are younger and have some experience with computers, familiarizing them with Skype, Excel and Word so they can keep track of orders, designs, inventory, etc. I don't really have any background in this area, so I am now busily trying to read up on finances and accounting so we can figure out a system that works for them. Luckily, my host dad studied business in college, so he has loads of books and experience to contribute to the process.
In addition, we are starting up our weekly meetings again, this time with a twist. Before leaving Iowa, I was invited by Randy Gabrielse of Ames to attend a Beyond Welfare supper and meeting to see a different model of community. The principles and format of the meeting really impressed me, and I offered them to the ladies this last week as an option for our own meetings.
Specifically, we will try to switch leadership each meeting to give women who aren't used to speaking up or leading a group the opportunity to try it and develop their own leadership skills. We'll start each meeting by going around the circle and sharing something good/new in our lives with the community as a way to foster a positive outlook and learn more about what is going on in the lives of fellow community members. There will also be an opportunity for each member to make requests for specific needs and wants, encouraging the women to continue to look to one another for support and giving them the opportunity to help one another. And finally, the meeting is closed with everyone taking the time to thank the people around them--for coming, for helping them out during the past week, etc. The goal is to help them become a more self-reliant community in which they turn to one another for support rather than depending on outsiders and are better able to appreciate one another and themselves.
It's a lot to get started on before the end of August, but I am encouraged that we are already far ahead of where we were when we started working together last spring. As always, it's a step. Poco a poco.
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Not a lot to report just yet, but I thought I'd get a good start and post now before I get too overwhelmed.
I arrived in Arequipa early Saturday morning after another long overnight at the Lima airport. Luckily, all of my luggage arrived without any problems (no small feat these days), and Max and Roxana, my host parents the past two visits who have welcomed me again this summer, were waiting at the airport to bring me home.
I'd been pretty anxious in the days leading up to the trip because opportunities for Spanish conversation had been extremely limited and I didn't know what to expect once I found myself immersed once again. It's still very up and down, but for the most part much better than I'd expected.
This morning I was able to go up to Alto Cayma to visit the knitters, and it was wonderful. They are doing really well, although a lot of changes have occurred. We'd been communicating by email while I was gone, but I wasn't at all sure what I would find when I returned as surprises are always popping up. Things seem to be running as smoothly as ever, though, and the women are in good spirits and ready to get started on our next project. One of the most exciting developments was that they recently completed classes sponsored by a local governmental organization dedicated to women and development. As soon as they finished telling me how pale and skinny I am these days, they got down to business showing me all of the new designs and techniques they've taken from their classes, along with newly-purchased mannequins and display cases. Things are moving along well.
And finally, the pitch. We are very much in catalog limbo right now, with several versions floating around and the website still in the works, but if you'd like to place an order you can go to my flickr page for a fairly complete version (http://www.flickr.com/photos/efifield26/). The knitters are chomping at the bit to get going on new orders, so please email me if you'd like to purchase anything (or if you have any questions about the products). If you get your orders in soon, there is a good chance we will be able to send them back with Lindsey and Brian in mid-July after their visit. Otherwise, I will bring them with me at the end of August.
All right. That's all for now, but I am hoping to keep this updated more regularly so that I don't fall so far behind. I hope all is well wherever you are. Take care.
I arrived in Arequipa early Saturday morning after another long overnight at the Lima airport. Luckily, all of my luggage arrived without any problems (no small feat these days), and Max and Roxana, my host parents the past two visits who have welcomed me again this summer, were waiting at the airport to bring me home.
I'd been pretty anxious in the days leading up to the trip because opportunities for Spanish conversation had been extremely limited and I didn't know what to expect once I found myself immersed once again. It's still very up and down, but for the most part much better than I'd expected.
This morning I was able to go up to Alto Cayma to visit the knitters, and it was wonderful. They are doing really well, although a lot of changes have occurred. We'd been communicating by email while I was gone, but I wasn't at all sure what I would find when I returned as surprises are always popping up. Things seem to be running as smoothly as ever, though, and the women are in good spirits and ready to get started on our next project. One of the most exciting developments was that they recently completed classes sponsored by a local governmental organization dedicated to women and development. As soon as they finished telling me how pale and skinny I am these days, they got down to business showing me all of the new designs and techniques they've taken from their classes, along with newly-purchased mannequins and display cases. Things are moving along well.
And finally, the pitch. We are very much in catalog limbo right now, with several versions floating around and the website still in the works, but if you'd like to place an order you can go to my flickr page for a fairly complete version (http://www.flickr.com/photos/efifield26/). The knitters are chomping at the bit to get going on new orders, so please email me if you'd like to purchase anything (or if you have any questions about the products). If you get your orders in soon, there is a good chance we will be able to send them back with Lindsey and Brian in mid-July after their visit. Otherwise, I will bring them with me at the end of August.
All right. That's all for now, but I am hoping to keep this updated more regularly so that I don't fall so far behind. I hope all is well wherever you are. Take care.
Friday, April 27, 2007
As with all my weeks here, these past few have been marked by the close quarters kept by little and big joys and sorrows. Every day I see a little more of the struggles the women maintain to get by, and every day I am amazed by their ability to continue to laugh together in the face of it all and to show each other the kindnesses that make these trials bearable.
At the end of last week the new designs were ready to go for the sweaters, but the ladies were still busy working on school uniforms. A little concerned that they had not yet completed an order I believed was due weeks ago, I sat down with Betsy to see what had happened so we could address whatever changes needed to be made for future orders. The problem, however, turned out to be on the other end as the order had not been placed by the school, but rather by parents on an individual basis so that the ladies were forced to wait to make each batch as the parents trickled in to pick up one or two more.
¨It's tragic¨ Betsy said at the end of her explanation, and I laughed, thinking she was referring to the fact that the ladies were still working on the unimaginative uniforms after all these days, then suddenly realized as she went on talking that I had misunderstood and that the tragedy to which she was referring is that the parents don't have the money to buy all of the school supplies for their children at once, and so they are still waiting, two months into the semester, to buy their children uniforms that would cost next to nothing in our terms. (The ladies finally decided to give the order to another group to finish, and so we are now able to focus on our own designs).
Situations like these never cease to astound me. The struggles the people face, not only to get by another day but to make things a little better for the children in the midst of deep inequalities and limited access to resources, make me wonder at times how we will ever make any sort of lasting change. With every attempted step forward comes any number of unforeseen obstacles and difficulties pulling them back. Yet somehow hope still exists.
Last Friday I witnessed another example of this refusal to give up faith when three of the women who were offered work at a store downtown made the decision to instead stay with the group and stick it out a little longer. María told me that they believe in what we are trying to do and believe in the group, and so they would rather keep going the way things are for now than have things a little better shortterm. I was also deeply encouraged by the number of people who turned out for a march two Sundays ago against delinquency, domestic violence, and other sources of insecurity in Alto Cayma. Children, parents, policemen, a school marching band and a good number of senior citizens were followed by a line of combis as they marched 1.5 hours under the blazing Arequipeñan sun, handing out pamphlets on creating a safer community, carrying signs, and playing music through the streets of Alto Cayma. The march ended at the church with chicha morada (a drink made from blue corn) for all and a general sense of goodwill as members of the community spent the afternoon together after taking a collective stand.
Thursday the 26th also marked 22 years for me, and it turned out to be a very nice day with my friends and family away from home. I started the day with Betsy searching the Centro for various types of wool for the new models. When we arrived at the workshop later in the morning some of the ladies were still busy working away at the machines while others bustled in and out, whispering to each other secretively in Quechua. We ended up seated around the multi-purpose plastic tables with plates loaded down with pollo a la brasa and pastel de papas as well as a cake with "Emli" written on the top in yellow frosting. Once everyone had finished eating, we put on the music of Colca, a nearby valley which is the childhood home of many of the women. Some sang and we all took a turn at dancing. As some of the women headed back to work in the workshop, a few stayed behind to sing a few of their favorite traditional songs which I could have listened to for hours (I uploaded some footage of one of the songs to youtube for all to enjoy: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MXMwWgpCC3c ). When I got home that evening, I had another round of cake with my host family (including grandma, aunt, and cousins) and empanadas. Along with a few skype calls home and all of the birthday wishes that made their way to Peru, it turned out to be a lovely day. I am not going to be able to respond individually to all, but please know that they were very much appreciated, thank you!
I am going to close this time with a brief lesson in Quechua, the language handed down from the Incan civilization and still spoken by some 10 million people in the Andes. This is an approximation, as each knitter offered me a different pronunciation and spelling (there seems to be a great deal of regional variation), so use your imagination. We recently started learning the numbers in English, and in exchange I was taught Quechua for 1-20 so we'll begin with the numbers as well:
One: juk [huk]
Two: ishkay [EESH kai]
Three: quimsa [KEEM sah]
One more note--photos are finally up! Click on this link: http://www.flickr.com/photos/efifield26/ or the one on the right side of the page and it should take you right there. Enjoy!
At the end of last week the new designs were ready to go for the sweaters, but the ladies were still busy working on school uniforms. A little concerned that they had not yet completed an order I believed was due weeks ago, I sat down with Betsy to see what had happened so we could address whatever changes needed to be made for future orders. The problem, however, turned out to be on the other end as the order had not been placed by the school, but rather by parents on an individual basis so that the ladies were forced to wait to make each batch as the parents trickled in to pick up one or two more.
¨It's tragic¨ Betsy said at the end of her explanation, and I laughed, thinking she was referring to the fact that the ladies were still working on the unimaginative uniforms after all these days, then suddenly realized as she went on talking that I had misunderstood and that the tragedy to which she was referring is that the parents don't have the money to buy all of the school supplies for their children at once, and so they are still waiting, two months into the semester, to buy their children uniforms that would cost next to nothing in our terms. (The ladies finally decided to give the order to another group to finish, and so we are now able to focus on our own designs).
Situations like these never cease to astound me. The struggles the people face, not only to get by another day but to make things a little better for the children in the midst of deep inequalities and limited access to resources, make me wonder at times how we will ever make any sort of lasting change. With every attempted step forward comes any number of unforeseen obstacles and difficulties pulling them back. Yet somehow hope still exists.
Last Friday I witnessed another example of this refusal to give up faith when three of the women who were offered work at a store downtown made the decision to instead stay with the group and stick it out a little longer. María told me that they believe in what we are trying to do and believe in the group, and so they would rather keep going the way things are for now than have things a little better shortterm. I was also deeply encouraged by the number of people who turned out for a march two Sundays ago against delinquency, domestic violence, and other sources of insecurity in Alto Cayma. Children, parents, policemen, a school marching band and a good number of senior citizens were followed by a line of combis as they marched 1.5 hours under the blazing Arequipeñan sun, handing out pamphlets on creating a safer community, carrying signs, and playing music through the streets of Alto Cayma. The march ended at the church with chicha morada (a drink made from blue corn) for all and a general sense of goodwill as members of the community spent the afternoon together after taking a collective stand.
Thursday the 26th also marked 22 years for me, and it turned out to be a very nice day with my friends and family away from home. I started the day with Betsy searching the Centro for various types of wool for the new models. When we arrived at the workshop later in the morning some of the ladies were still busy working away at the machines while others bustled in and out, whispering to each other secretively in Quechua. We ended up seated around the multi-purpose plastic tables with plates loaded down with pollo a la brasa and pastel de papas as well as a cake with "Emli" written on the top in yellow frosting. Once everyone had finished eating, we put on the music of Colca, a nearby valley which is the childhood home of many of the women. Some sang and we all took a turn at dancing. As some of the women headed back to work in the workshop, a few stayed behind to sing a few of their favorite traditional songs which I could have listened to for hours (I uploaded some footage of one of the songs to youtube for all to enjoy: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MXMwWgpCC3c ). When I got home that evening, I had another round of cake with my host family (including grandma, aunt, and cousins) and empanadas. Along with a few skype calls home and all of the birthday wishes that made their way to Peru, it turned out to be a lovely day. I am not going to be able to respond individually to all, but please know that they were very much appreciated, thank you!
I am going to close this time with a brief lesson in Quechua, the language handed down from the Incan civilization and still spoken by some 10 million people in the Andes. This is an approximation, as each knitter offered me a different pronunciation and spelling (there seems to be a great deal of regional variation), so use your imagination. We recently started learning the numbers in English, and in exchange I was taught Quechua for 1-20 so we'll begin with the numbers as well:
One: juk [huk]
Two: ishkay [EESH kai]
Three: quimsa [KEEM sah]
One more note--photos are finally up! Click on this link: http://www.flickr.com/photos/efifield26/ or the one on the right side of the page and it should take you right there. Enjoy!
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