Sunday, December 8, 2013

A Rose By Any Other Name Would Smell As Sweet? Well, Maybe not!

We recovered from the Thanksgiving holiday and a very long Sunday, traveling to and from Curahuasi where we taught classes and generally got home wiped out!
 
There are aspects about Peru that most in the United States do not know. Many have the sense that Peru is made up of Spanish Conquistador descendants mixed with Andean indigenous people. While this is a major component, Peru has a much more diverse population than that. Italian, German, Dutch and Swiss colonies have been founded at different times. Curahuasi has a hospital run by a German evangelical Christian group, for example. These groups are relatively recent. Obviously, some Germans came here at the end of World War II but not as many as in Chile, Argentina, Brazil and Bolivia.
 
In the more distant past, the Peruvian ports were key to the Spanish colonization of South America. As such, Peru became a major part of the slave trade on the continent along with Salvador, Brazil, for the Portuguese. This resulted in a very large African population after the slaves were freed and who exerted a very large effect on the demographics of Peru. Peru has influence from these slaves in its Afro-Peruvian and Creole music, with similar beats to music in the South of the United States. 
Likewise, many dishes near the coast of Peru are rich in African traditions.
 
Similar to the Trans Continental Railroad in United States, Peru used Chinese laborers for the construction of railroads through the Andes. Many of these people also stayed and made lives for themselves. They too contributed to Peru’s immense diversity. The combination has produced phenomenal variety in foods, music and art in general.
 
Rich first came to Peru in January of 1996, a little after some of the births we have been photographing in the archives. Having studied Spanish in Earl A. Johnson Elementary School, he was pretty clear that he would be called Ricardo and was mentally prepared for that. However, upon arrival, he discovered that Richard was not only pronounceable; it was common, as was Wilber, Elmer, Elvis and other very non-Peruvian sounding names.
 
Later on, in Espinar we made friends with a man named Valderiano rather than the more expected Valeriano. We have run across many other names that we would not have expected in Latin America including a lot of acceptance of North American/European names. In fact there is a Julie and Richard Sotec Quispe, but that was pretty understandable because dear friends named their newborns after us. Other friends named a son after our boys, Glenn William Sullasi Huisa. Rich worked with a guy named Wualther and pronounced it, “Walter.”
 
 About the mid-eighties, at least in Cusco, there was a trend that none of this truly prepared us for. Spanish names gave way to a flood of Northern European names and approximations of those names. We have seriously been mind boggled by this trend. Earlier we mentioned before a boy named Sherwin Williams, but even that was nomenclature child’s play. We have been accumulating a spectacular list: Jimmy Hendrix Paucar Huamani, Gino Ramagsnaly Herrera Torres, Asdrubal Rumi Llacta Sanchez Yupanqui, Gopal Das Wyñay Inti Montero Euglberger, Hakler Kevin, Hans Kevin, Dirse Zaghys, Danny Yhusmart, Lothar Giuseppe, Hyland Marina, Nadheryn Roxana, Lieelith Katherine, Dante Raymyla, Randeg Razcoon,Victor Hugo Rimachi Chancayauri, Onneryn Suggey Milanese Paz. Though nearly completely clueless as to the pronunciation rules on these  names, our work in the archives has fascinated us. We have watched this progression and been totally surprised at many of the variants that we have found. We have mixed up the last names to protect the “innocent.”We are pretty proud of ourselves this week; in spite  of our distraction with  the  names, we were able to take more than 9000 photos, we shall see if we have to do any retakes.
 
The Superior Court judges of Cusco are all on strike so naturally no cases are being heard. Here they follow the Napoleonic code of “justice.” Guilty until proven innocent.  People are sitting in jail without any recourse, until who knows when. The judges are on strike indefinitely. It’s a pretty rotten deal for all involved.
 
Julie finished another week of Spanish classes and sang “Rodolfo el Reno,” (Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer) for all of the students and teachers. She was a big hit. Rich continues with his Quechua classes too.
 
We’re really into the rainy season now so it rains nearly every afternoon and night. It’s cold and wet so that helps us get in the Christmas spirit. The stores are full of “Paneton,” sweet bread with candied fruit in it. It’s delicious especially with hot-chocolate. Christmas decorations have begun to show up in stores and on a few trees around town. Nativities are the big thing here. They go in for huge nativity displays with real sod and enormous casts of plastic and/or ceramic characters.
 
Cusco does not have a theater of any kind but according to legend, a mall with a theater complex is under construction. We have not seen it but believe the rumors to be largely true since every other major city in Peru has a mall. Anyway, we do not have one for the moment and so, for the odd free evening’s entertainment, we go to the local open market where we purchase movies for approximately a dollar. We are often quite unsure what the movie was called in English or German or Russian etc. We have to keep an open mind about all of this. We purchased a movie with actors we recognized, and that had been in English but it had been dubbed into German, with Spanish subtitles. It was good for Julie’s Spanish. Still, we have a whole new perception about translators and proximity to what the movie/TV show etc. are really about.
 
Some years back Rich got one of  these that had been dubbed into Ukrainian and, since it was about Vikings and American Indians, there were segments of fake-o-Old Norse, he thinks, the English subtitles, superimposed on the  Spanish subtitles made these parts especially difficult to decode, impossible really. The Indians apparently spoke English but that was dubbed into Ukrainian. The historicity of the film became a completely surreal experience. In the end, the fact that it was about Vikings and American Indians were the only salient pieces of information that he ended up with. Indeed, he had no idea whatever what the movie was about…
 
There are movies available in this system that have not been released in DVD in the states. There are no illusions about legitimacy of the movies.
 
Today we attended church with the Izcuchaca family group. We were asked to help with the Primary, which consisted of four children. It seemed like a pretty easy request; however, three of the four kids were the wildest, out of control children we have come across in a long time! Julie had them singing songs and taught them “Do as I’m Doing” in English, they loved that! She also taught them “Once There Was a Snowman” which they liked after we explained what a snowman was and what it meant to melt.  One of the little girls complained that she did not know what melt means…
 
Rich told them some stories about prayer and taught them about Samuel the Lamanite and the signs of Christ’s birth. Needless to say, by the time two hours was up we were EXHAUSTED! In the end we received lots of hugs and pictures to hang on our walls. Once they settled down the kids were so cute. We’re pretty sure when we’re not there they color and run wild. Too bad we can’t be there every week and get some continuity.
 
One of the girls told Rich a very convincing story about finding a treasure chest in the river. When he asked her what was in the chest, she screwed up her face and shook her head and responded, “Treasure!” She did not say, “Doh!” but she conveyed the meaning.
 
While we were down there, our first inkling that something was happening came when we got off the bus that took us. We came across a troop of dancers in full Saya Dance regalia. These are elaborate costumes more typical of the areas near the Bolivian border but common in all of Southern Peru. Once at church we asked what the festivity is and they told us it is the celebration of the Immaculate Conception. Not sure why, but all of these things involve all kinds of dancing, parades and firecrackers. Hardly a day in this part of the world passes without someone shooting off firecrackers and even more elaborate fireworks. The marches for this one calls for carrying an ornately adorned virgin around on a palanquin while various ballerinas dance about with brass bands playing and firecrackers going off, all pretty festive!
Banner Pronouncing the Judges' Strike

Picture Ladies with a Suri Alpaca

Dogs Catching Some  Badly Needed Rest From Scrounging Etc.

Yellow Roof Cat

Up And At 'em

More Resting Pooches

Local German Shepherd

Much Larger Than He Appears, Though Completely Convinced He Is A Very Tiny Lamb...

Julie Teaching Primary Songs
Julie Teaching Primary Songs #2


What Passes For our "Mall" in Cusco

"Mall" Security With Warning That Thieves Will Be Arrested And Beaten

Snouts For Sale In Our  "Mall"

Julie With Christmas Purchase In Our "Mall"

Saya Dance Troop

Sunday, December 1, 2013

Strep, Thanksgiving and Books Before The Pilgrims

When we awoke on Monday, Julie had a raging sore throat and felt feverish. She had felt a little off on Sunday, and so we diagnosed her with strep. Raising five kids we had a pretty good idea what was up and that going to the clinic would take hours and have the same outcome. Knowing full well that in Peru we could get amoxicillin without a prescription; Rich went for drugs to the local farmacia.
 
Upon requesting enough amoxicillin to treat us both, the girl asked, “Do you want a ‘Factura’ (an invoice) or just a ‘Boleta,’ (a receipt)?” They always ask this and we always opt for the boleta because the invoice is more complicated and just takes longer.
 
Then she asked, “Do you have a prescription?”
 
A little surprised, Rich answered, “No.” Rarely do they ask for a prescription for something as pedestrian and antibiotics.
 
She went into the back room and rummaged around and came back. She had two different presentations from different companies. She explained that she had to make out two receipts and that it was easier if she used the same medicine, only in different colors, name brands, names (generic vs. name specific) and so on and so forth, yada, yada yada. If this sentence seems a little confused, welcome to our world… Then she went back into the back room with a puzzled look and consulted with the other pharmacists all huddled up in a corner.
 
She came back looking more befuddled and asked, “Are you sure you need a receipt?… because it is only with a doctor’s orders. I will have to do it with two receipts and it would be easier if you bought two different medications… Hint, Hint!!!” She never said, "I can only give you a receipt if you have a prescription," so Rich was left to interpolate and interpret her intent!
 
Finally, he caught the stage cue and answered, “Oh, no. I don’t need a receipt; I just thought you had to give me some sort of proof of purchase.”
 
She rang up the pills and sent him on his way to drug Julie!
 
After getting her pills to her, Rich took on off on his next quest of the day, to find a turkey! This took him to a grocery store where three of the people in charge agreed that there were no turkeys.
 
“Well, can you order one?”
 
“No, there are no turkeys…”
 
“Where do you buy turkeys?”
 
“There aren’t any…”
 
“But, where do you get them when you have them?”
 
“We have them for Christmas. It’s not Christmas…”
 
“Ok, but humor me. Theoretically, where do the turkeys come from when you get them at Christmas time?”
 
“Oh, the San Fernando distributor.”
 
“Yessss! Where is that place?”
 
“Just down by the airport…”
 
He then took a taxi to the San Fernando distributor in the industrial park clear out of the city where he talked with a very nice lady who said, “Of course we have turkeys, from six to eight kilos! They are frozen and you can pick one up when you like!” Phew! He had to hitch-hike out since there were no taxi’s in the area.
 
The next day, he went back into the Blade Runner movie-set to buy the turkey. He had the foresight to hire a taxi to take him there, wait while buying the turkey and then take him and the turkey home. This went better than expected. The turkey weighed eight kilos, nearly 18pounds. We stuck it in a wash tub, in the shower to thaw since it has been so hot here in Cusco and we did not want it thawed too soon. We had forgotten how weird it is to get Thanksgiving ready with summer temperatures outside.
 
We had a wonderful lunch with two dear friends from Espinar. Victor Kana and Yeny Yauli. They were both about 12 years old when they were baptized in Espinar and it has been wonderful to watch them grow up. They both have good jobs and have done amazing things in their lives. They both come from extremely poor, humble families and each served a mission for the church. Victor has done so well that he was able to buy some land with some adobe homes on it in Arequipa and moved his whole family there. He purchased busses for his family to run a small transportation business and they contribute to the wellbeing of the whole family. Yeny graduated from college and now works for one of the local telephone companies. What a great blessing to visit with them and hear about their successes.
 
Thursday rolled around and we got up and started the Thanksgiving project. Julie was all better by then.
 
We launched into all of the preparations but the turkey part of the project began with our forgetting to brine it until a couple of hours before it needed to be taken to the oven. We did what we could. We had borrowed a roasting pan from the Agüeros and Rich stuffed the turkey with green olives and rosemary, our signature turkey. We wrapped it in foil and then Sister Agüero took him to the oven around the block. The kid who was operating the horno that day looked to be about 17 and he asked if there were any special instructions like opening up the foil to brown the turkey. Rich said, “Sure,” and went back home. Pictures of the oven are below.
 
Sadly, we did not get a picture of the roasted turkey. All of our concerns vanished when Rich picked up the turkey and got it home. It was the most perfectly golden turkey we had ever seen and delicious and unimaginably moist. Additionally, we managed to bake a sweet potato pie with double the eggs rendering it the most insipid pie in history.  However, the two we allowed to survive to dinner were perfection. Our friends began arriving at 7pm but most arrived by 8pm, Peruvian Standard time… We had invited for 7pm. We had a great time and enjoyed the food and company.

On Friday, we were able to visit the Archives in the University. This is where they keep the really old books. They are mostly judicial testaments pertaining to land, crimes, sales etc. We read about the sale of a slave and each document had the price in Reales that the scribe charged. The books are made of rag paper, hand sewn together and covered with leather. The calligraphy is incredible and perfectly legible. They date from 1545 to 1899! They are just sitting on shelves in the archive office. No climate control, no use of gloves or anything special to look at them! The director pulled a book off the shelf dated 1768-1769 and we thumbed through it like any other book but with greater reverence and care. It was incredible and filled us with a sort of real awe to think that someone had written these  books, some before the Pilgrims landed at  Plymouth. Our hope is that the  Family Search group will be interested and allow us to photograph the books. There are about 1000 of them.
 
Friday night about 10:30pm we heard lots of referee whistles in the street. We looked out the window and saw flashing blue lights on police cars and a parade of the Wanchaq neighborhood police and security guards. We’re not sure why a parade at 10:30pm seemed to be someone’s good idea! Never-the-less we know there is security around, though I’m not sure we sleep any better.
 
Today we traveled with the mission president and his wife to Curahuasi for their branch conference. We had the heads-up that prepared us to teach classes this time. We enjoy our president and his wife very much. They are fine people with great hearts and they care a lot for their missionaries and the members here. It was great to spend time with them.


A cat wriggling in a bag... On his way home from the market

Julie with Ariana, in Izcuchada

Snails For  Sale... Selling snails for cosmetic purposes, the guy actually proposes that women plop these snails on their faces to clean their skin.

Street Tyke

Lunch with Victor and Yeny

The turkey parts we don't often see at home.

Brining the bird

The  Public Oven #1

The  Public Oven #2

The  Public Oven #3

The  Public Oven #4 - Inserting  the turkey

Thanksgiving Dinner #1

Thanksgiving Dinner #2


Archived Books #1

Archived Books #2

Archived Books #3 Yes that is  the date! 1627

Archived Books #4 Sewn Book Spine, feet and pen for scale.

Archived Books #5
 
Interesting get-up

Branch Conference Curahuasi

Sunday, November 24, 2013

Health Fair, Pervian Thanksgiving Plans, and Protest #???


Harlequin for the health fair


We had a visit from the director for Family Search for the five country area. His name is Dulio Delgado and we spent several hours with him and the local Cusco representative. We have been doing very well in this part of our assignment. We take around 5000 photos a week on average. We have submitted several discs now that have not had any books to retake.
We feel good and excited about this.
 
A lot of people know about our project now and they get excited. Rich told an artist he ran into about what we are doing and he got all excited and said he has always wanted to do genealogy but did not know where to start. Rich told him about Family Search and he thought he had to be a member of the church to use it. He told him that it is available to anybody and while some things are exclusive to church members, none of those things will impede his personal family search. He left very excited.
 
We have had some great experiences lately. We have been filming records from the mid-eighties. Most of these folks are alive but the records are still important. We see some social trends reflected in them too. About this time a lot of Western names begin to get used in naming children. Julie photographed a name that was Sherwin Williams Uscca Mayta and Rich had Ronald Harrison Colquehuanca Chancayauri. There are lots of Elvises, Katherines, Elmers, Rebeccas, Julies (spelled Yuly), and Wilburs. Interestingly, the trend of late has been more for traditional Quechua names like Kusikollyor (Happy star), and Kolque (Gold), and a lot of traditional Spanish names.
 
We learned that Institute is over with one class to go. We had never been told how long Rich’s class actually went and so, we are winding up about three books short! Rich talked with the director to see about teaching a class on Isaiah and he got it approved. This will be in the interim between semesters.
 
Signs of approaching Christmas are everywhere. There are bottle-brush Christmas trees in the stores and huge ornaments of dangling bells. One unique Christmas item is Italian Panetone. This is hugely popular and for sale in every grocery store. The Peruvian version is just as good as the Italian. The bacon we buy is better than any bacon we ever bought in the United States and Rich even posted a status avowing his devotion to fried bananas. The fruit that is on right now includes huge stacks of delicious mangos and pepinillos (little striped melony flavored, cucumber textured fruit).
 
We figured out our oven to be able to bake pies and have made two sweet potato pies. We don’t have access to Libby’s canned pumpkin here nor pumpkin pie spice but the sweet potato pies have been just as delicious.
 
On Saturday we searched stuff to be able to cook Thanksgiving dinner. We have invited some Peruvian neighbors and the mission president and his wife. We have invited 11 people to our little bungalow!
 
While we were out, we ran across a health fair in the Plaza San Francisco. The fair seemed mostly focused on dental health. There were dancers doing traditional dances such as one where they whack each other with huge woven slings and one called a baker’s dance. There was a flash mob sort of a thing with girls and boys dancing to a tune about stopping violence towards women. A string of dental vehicles lined up to check people’s teeth. Kids tended booths with various displays of things one can do to stay healthy. A giant guinea pig with a toothbrush wandered among the festivities along with a couple of heroic donkeys and a llama, all critters with big teeth, we suppose. They seemed to be from outside of Cusco, from the farming communities. There were even stilt walking harlequins.
 
We traveled totally, uneventfully to Izcuchaca this morning. Once there Rich got asked to give the last talk in sacrament meeting and Julie got to teach primary for two hours, totally unprepared. She has come a long way in her Spanish confidence and did not freak out at the request. It did get a little hot but we did not travel in the rain, no mud issues, nothing… Once home we had lunch with our downstairs neighbors, the Agüero family. She is Colombian and cooks well. She fixed beans, rice, eggs and avocado. It was great!
 
At home, our family is trapped by the bad weather in New Mexico and Texas, hoping to get together for Thanksgiving.
We go for a long walk through the center every morning before beginning our work in the archives. On Wednesday morning there seemed to be an extreme amount of activity and so we, like lemmings headed off to see what was going on. Marchers filled the Avenida Del Sol all heading towards the center of the city. They carried sticks and clubs and the police paralleled their march. They did not carry banners but chanted anti-Humala (the Peruvian President) slogans. They are unhappy that the government does not step in and fix the oil prices and since virtually everything is driven by that, the cost of living is rising. Of course, they look to the starship, Venezuela for guidance. Venezuela produces oil; Peru barely does and is certainly not in a position to solve the problem. We walked past the march with no incident but it felt a little uncomfortable.
So they chant, “¡Urgente! ¡Urgente! ¡Presidente!” (Urgent! Urgent! A New President). These same chanters were the very same who pushed to get this socialist president into power when the last president did not fix the oil prices and the last time they had elected him, he let terrorism run amok and absconded with millions of soles and the one before him, just ran off with millions of soles and did nothing to stabilize the economy…
 
Of course the few in the march who have an education probably got it at the hands of terrorist sympathizers, so they still stir these things up. Sadly, it is a very old and unproductive tale here. One feels for the poor who struggle to feed themselves and keep a roof over their heads. We, in the U.S. think that we see poverty but in Peru, millions live by subsistence farming, meaning they only live on what they can grow. This means that if they cannot make it, they don’t wear it, if they don’t grow it, they don’t eat it and they raise an animal or two to sell so that they can buy luxury items like rice, tea, yarn and so forth. They don’t have electricity, most send their children to school late because they have to do their chores or they don’t send them at all because they work. Child labor is an unenforced crime here. These children typically eat two or less meals a day and as often as not these meals consist of toasted corn or freeze dried potatoes (chuño), rarely do they get fruit, meat, milk or cheese. Still, things have improved since we were last here, especially near the bigger cities like Cusco, Arequipa, Trujillo, Lima etc.
 
Julie got called, “Mala,” by one of the little children that sell trinkets to tourists because she did not buy one. These kids should be in school and buy supporting their selling, we enable the problem. Still, it kind of eats you up to not help their need.
 
A lot of children do go to school and we see them all the time. Even public school kids wear uniforms. We ran into a group of third graders while we were going into a restaurant for lunch. One of these little boys told his friends that we were gringos. Julie answered them and said, “Why, yes we are!” Their mouths dropped open when they realized that we were not deaf or stupid and that we could speak Spanish. We visited with them for a bit and told them that we are missionaries. They were cute little fellows.

Sling Dance/ Campesino Slam Dancing...

The baker's dance

Giant guinea pig with a toothbrush

Flash Mob dancing to a song protesting violence against women,(part of  the health fair, we  think)


Hey! Nice  tie.
 

 


Nemesio's Dog


Watchdog of Amargura

Guard Dogs

Protestors

Cusco Judicial Building

The March


Begging in the church doors

Hard Rock
School Girls
School Boys

Our first sweet potato pie



Mobile dentistry units doing check-ups


Health fair kiosk(mystery desiccated fox...)

Health fair kiosk, (Note the roasted guinea pig, upper center on the table...)

Churros vendor
Sheep's Head Soup joint
Warning that thieves will be lynched.


Tourist

Our friend Nemesio looking all elegant and spiffed up