One Thousand Hills Community Helpers
St. Theresa's Home
St. Leo Primary School
Down in the Valley
Hillcrest Hospice Center
New St. Helen's Church
Monday, August 27, 2018
April, 2010 Mother Daughter Journey
Carrie, who does not like to fly, endured a 22 hour journey in the air to SA. It was well worth the time. These pictures tell their own story. When we landed back home on U.S. soil Carrie asked me when I was going back! Only took me 8 years to post these treasures!
One Thousand Hills Community Helpers
Down in the Valley
Hillcrest Hospice Center
New St. Helen's Church
One Thousand Hills Community Helpers
Down in the Valley
Hillcrest Hospice Center
New St. Helen's Church
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How It All Began
July, 2007
Let me take you away 8,000 miles to the country of South Africa. I recently returned (July 4th) from a journey that I will never forget. The spark for the trip began last fall in my 2nd grade classroom of 26 students at Sacred Hearts School in Bradford, MA. I wanted the children to have pen pals somewhere else in the world to communicate with. I emailed Fr. Alfred Ellis, OSA, Pastor of Our Lady of Mercy Catholic Church in Kloof, KwaZulu-Natal, South Africa. He quickly put me in touch with Avila Power, the parish's Religious Education Director. The seeds were planted and friendships blossomed. Then I began to dream - wouldn't it be fun to see these children in person. I relayed my thoughts to Fr. Al who returned a one-line email - "See you in South Africa!" That was it, the dream became reality.
On June 20th I began my solo flight with no fear, just excitment in the anticipation of seeing a new country, its people and stories. From the moment I was picked up at the Durban International Airport by Fr. Al and Fr. Benjie Gomas, OSA, until I was delivered back for my return flights, I experienced such incredible Augustinian hospitality and friendship. My two week stay with three very caring, intelligent, friendly Augustinian Sisters at a retreat center called Jacob's Well, on the top of Botha's Hill, became my manistay out of which I ventured daily to see the sights and people. I also grabbed every moment I could for solitude and time with me.
The first night I slept like a baby, but was awakened in the middle of the night by the sound of a rooster. I began to wonder if I was in the middle of a farm, but when I awoke in the morning, looked out to see the beautiful view of the Valley of 1000 Hills, and down below, I realized where I was. Just below the cliff and spread as far as the eye could see, were Zulu homes, mostly made from scraps, with outhouses, no running water, dirt roads, freely roaming cows, chickens, roosters and dogs. The contrast between my comfortable home away from home on the hill and this sight was truly an eye-opener. Looking back, perhaps the rooster was a sign of an awakening to what my trip was about to show me.
The trip was packed full of adventures, beginning with Fr. Benjie who delivers food parcels to the very poor (among numerous other jobs). He took me along and as we ventured deep into Zulu country I began to realize the basic needs of the local people. He told me of the many Zulu customs, the one most amazing to me being that for a Zulu male to marry a "pure" female, he must give eleven cows to the bride's family as a dowry. Not many are capable of this, thus, the lack of marriages and commitment, the high number of children living with mothers and the AIDS pandemic. In the near four years that Fr. Benjie has been assigned in South Africa he has performed three Zulu marriages. Many Baptisms occur, however. Zulu bury their dead in the backyard. Despite the hardships, when I attended Mass on two Sundays, these people were full of smiles, dressed beautifully, very clean and social. All women and girls wear skirts to Mass and the men sit on the right, women in the middle, and children on the left. Women watch over not only their own children, but those of others. After Mass I was waiting for Fr. Benjie to change and give me a ride back to Kloof. I was feeling a little blue, looking over at St. Leo School where I was to have seen nearly 500 Zulu children learning. Due to a month long nationwide strike, schools were closed and that never happened. Then I felt something gently touching my leg. I looked down to see a very young Zulu girl looking for a hug. I knelt down and we hugged for the longest time. I looked into her big brown, smiling eyes, told her I loved her and she told me the same. She made not only my day, but an embrace for eternity!
During visits to St. Leo School, I did spend time with the principal, a teacher and the youth minister. Together we set into motion a uniform project, where winter track suits for boys would be sewn by a local Zulu woman (giving a local person work). Donations that had been collected from my school's Lenten Outreach program, along with family and friends, would furnish these children with winter and summer uniforms. Girls had been helped last year and now would be the time to help the boys. Most families cannot even afford the very low tuition, let alone uniforms, or enough nutrition. I also oversaw the beginning of a potential plan to start a large garden where supervised children would grow vegetables to supplement their school meal of government supplied rice and beans.
The four college graduate Augustinian volunteers, Jake, Matt, Mary, and Bri, proved to me to be unique individuals, who pour their hearts and souls into challenging work in the schools, hospice center, orphanage, and wherever else needs arise. They are committed to caring for the needy and will take back to America with them a part of their lives that they will never forget. I know I won't forget what I saw and felt with my mind and heart.
Many parishioners of OLM showed me the sights and took me into their homes for many "chats," good food and wine! I feel blessed to have made so many new friends and to be part of an ongoing outreach project for those less fortunate in an emerging country. My trip seemed providential at many times, but especially one day, as I was relaxing on a bench outside the retreat house. I was listening to the sounds below in the Zulu villages, watching beautiful clouds that seemed so much closer than at home due to the altitude of the hills or maybe because it felt like I was halfway to heaven! On this Sunday there was a private party next door. I could hear the singer begin to sing country western songs, which seemed very unusual in this setting. It gets better! Then I began to hear the Bee Gee's song, "Going Back to Massachusetts," which really made me feel like I was connected and meant to be there.
The trip was one I absolutely will never forget and I thank all who helped in donations to Augustinian Missions and the prayers for these South African people. The young generation truly needs education, good nutrition and the knowledge to teach others in and for the future. The hope and joy that I saw on their faces warmed my heart then and will continue to do so. When I left Fr. Al and Fr. Benjie on my last day I knew that I would go back in a heartbeat. As I walked through the airport in Johannesburg for my long connecting flight home, I heard Whitney Houston singing her song, "The Greatest Love of All" which took my breath away and made me realize I was meant to see and share the love of many people far away in distance, but not in heart.
God Bless you and thanks for sharing the journey with me. Stay tuned for the next chapter!
Nancy Cronin
Let me take you away 8,000 miles to the country of South Africa. I recently returned (July 4th) from a journey that I will never forget. The spark for the trip began last fall in my 2nd grade classroom of 26 students at Sacred Hearts School in Bradford, MA. I wanted the children to have pen pals somewhere else in the world to communicate with. I emailed Fr. Alfred Ellis, OSA, Pastor of Our Lady of Mercy Catholic Church in Kloof, KwaZulu-Natal, South Africa. He quickly put me in touch with Avila Power, the parish's Religious Education Director. The seeds were planted and friendships blossomed. Then I began to dream - wouldn't it be fun to see these children in person. I relayed my thoughts to Fr. Al who returned a one-line email - "See you in South Africa!" That was it, the dream became reality.
On June 20th I began my solo flight with no fear, just excitment in the anticipation of seeing a new country, its people and stories. From the moment I was picked up at the Durban International Airport by Fr. Al and Fr. Benjie Gomas, OSA, until I was delivered back for my return flights, I experienced such incredible Augustinian hospitality and friendship. My two week stay with three very caring, intelligent, friendly Augustinian Sisters at a retreat center called Jacob's Well, on the top of Botha's Hill, became my manistay out of which I ventured daily to see the sights and people. I also grabbed every moment I could for solitude and time with me.
The first night I slept like a baby, but was awakened in the middle of the night by the sound of a rooster. I began to wonder if I was in the middle of a farm, but when I awoke in the morning, looked out to see the beautiful view of the Valley of 1000 Hills, and down below, I realized where I was. Just below the cliff and spread as far as the eye could see, were Zulu homes, mostly made from scraps, with outhouses, no running water, dirt roads, freely roaming cows, chickens, roosters and dogs. The contrast between my comfortable home away from home on the hill and this sight was truly an eye-opener. Looking back, perhaps the rooster was a sign of an awakening to what my trip was about to show me.
The trip was packed full of adventures, beginning with Fr. Benjie who delivers food parcels to the very poor (among numerous other jobs). He took me along and as we ventured deep into Zulu country I began to realize the basic needs of the local people. He told me of the many Zulu customs, the one most amazing to me being that for a Zulu male to marry a "pure" female, he must give eleven cows to the bride's family as a dowry. Not many are capable of this, thus, the lack of marriages and commitment, the high number of children living with mothers and the AIDS pandemic. In the near four years that Fr. Benjie has been assigned in South Africa he has performed three Zulu marriages. Many Baptisms occur, however. Zulu bury their dead in the backyard. Despite the hardships, when I attended Mass on two Sundays, these people were full of smiles, dressed beautifully, very clean and social. All women and girls wear skirts to Mass and the men sit on the right, women in the middle, and children on the left. Women watch over not only their own children, but those of others. After Mass I was waiting for Fr. Benjie to change and give me a ride back to Kloof. I was feeling a little blue, looking over at St. Leo School where I was to have seen nearly 500 Zulu children learning. Due to a month long nationwide strike, schools were closed and that never happened. Then I felt something gently touching my leg. I looked down to see a very young Zulu girl looking for a hug. I knelt down and we hugged for the longest time. I looked into her big brown, smiling eyes, told her I loved her and she told me the same. She made not only my day, but an embrace for eternity!
During visits to St. Leo School, I did spend time with the principal, a teacher and the youth minister. Together we set into motion a uniform project, where winter track suits for boys would be sewn by a local Zulu woman (giving a local person work). Donations that had been collected from my school's Lenten Outreach program, along with family and friends, would furnish these children with winter and summer uniforms. Girls had been helped last year and now would be the time to help the boys. Most families cannot even afford the very low tuition, let alone uniforms, or enough nutrition. I also oversaw the beginning of a potential plan to start a large garden where supervised children would grow vegetables to supplement their school meal of government supplied rice and beans.
The four college graduate Augustinian volunteers, Jake, Matt, Mary, and Bri, proved to me to be unique individuals, who pour their hearts and souls into challenging work in the schools, hospice center, orphanage, and wherever else needs arise. They are committed to caring for the needy and will take back to America with them a part of their lives that they will never forget. I know I won't forget what I saw and felt with my mind and heart.
Many parishioners of OLM showed me the sights and took me into their homes for many "chats," good food and wine! I feel blessed to have made so many new friends and to be part of an ongoing outreach project for those less fortunate in an emerging country. My trip seemed providential at many times, but especially one day, as I was relaxing on a bench outside the retreat house. I was listening to the sounds below in the Zulu villages, watching beautiful clouds that seemed so much closer than at home due to the altitude of the hills or maybe because it felt like I was halfway to heaven! On this Sunday there was a private party next door. I could hear the singer begin to sing country western songs, which seemed very unusual in this setting. It gets better! Then I began to hear the Bee Gee's song, "Going Back to Massachusetts," which really made me feel like I was connected and meant to be there.
The trip was one I absolutely will never forget and I thank all who helped in donations to Augustinian Missions and the prayers for these South African people. The young generation truly needs education, good nutrition and the knowledge to teach others in and for the future. The hope and joy that I saw on their faces warmed my heart then and will continue to do so. When I left Fr. Al and Fr. Benjie on my last day I knew that I would go back in a heartbeat. As I walked through the airport in Johannesburg for my long connecting flight home, I heard Whitney Houston singing her song, "The Greatest Love of All" which took my breath away and made me realize I was meant to see and share the love of many people far away in distance, but not in heart.
God Bless you and thanks for sharing the journey with me. Stay tuned for the next chapter!
Nancy Cronin
We Can Be the Change
December 2007
Little did I know six months ago that I would be deep into the journey of my life as the result of a trip to the continent of Africa. My home parish of St. Augustine in Andover, Massachusetts, where the foundation of my faith began, strengthened the whole of my being along with the experiences that were gifted to me when I answered the message to take a trip to South Africa. I seized the moment with the idea that God was providing an opportunity that shouldn't be passed up...and so here we are.
During this season of Advent 2007, I already know that I've opened my heart tuning into the miracles and mysteries surrounding the birth of Jesus Christ. I don't know what took me so long, (maybe an age thing!) but sometimes it takes a focused journey (not necessarily an 8,000 mile one!) to figure things out. Through the people I met and grew to love while in South Africa, and other connections related to the trip, they opened their hearts to me, and I saw and felt how simple it is to reach out and help others in need, inspiring, motivating, and loving each other in the process.
I can still remember vividly one morning, walking downstairs from my small, simple room at Jacob's Well, the retreat center on Botha's Hill, run by Augustinian Sisters. As I walked into the welcoming room, near the chapel and dining room, I saw Jake, Augustinian Volunteer, sitting and waiting to catch me before having my breakfast. He told me about a meeting with a representative from a non-profit permaculture company who was coming to St. Leo Primary School in Molweni, to consult a group about a gardening project involving the children in planting, growing and harvesting crops to supplement their noon meal of government supplied rice and beans. This sounded like a simple project, however, in listening it became apparent that the human power involves a commitment to begin the program and sustain it as people come and go. Gifts in the form of donations from America and support from the St. Vincent DePaul Society, were the catalysts to initiate the program and to help sustain it. When the first harvest is ready, you can feel secure knowing that these Zulu children are receiving the nutrition they need and will continue to do so, through future donations. I ask you first to pray for these children, their families and all who work tirelessly and with such love and devotion to make a difference in their lives. We can BE the change!
On top of this, the health and lives of the children at St. Leo's have been brightened by a fruit program, whereby each student (around 500) receives an apple, pear or orange each school day. The expressions of gratitude and happiness in pictures of these young ones are worth their weight in gold. This Advent season, reach out to others in need, whether in your own local area, to family, friends, and our fellow brothers and sisters around the world. The gift of love that you receive back can't sufficiently be put into words.
At Thanksgiving time we give thanks for all that God has blessed us with. During Advent and at Christmas, remember, as I tell my 2nd graders, that Jesus is the Reason for the Season! Give as He gave to us. Pray for our Augustinians that they may continue to help others locally and worldwide in such a simple but important way. They need us and we need them!
Little did I know six months ago that I would be deep into the journey of my life as the result of a trip to the continent of Africa. My home parish of St. Augustine in Andover, Massachusetts, where the foundation of my faith began, strengthened the whole of my being along with the experiences that were gifted to me when I answered the message to take a trip to South Africa. I seized the moment with the idea that God was providing an opportunity that shouldn't be passed up...and so here we are.
During this season of Advent 2007, I already know that I've opened my heart tuning into the miracles and mysteries surrounding the birth of Jesus Christ. I don't know what took me so long, (maybe an age thing!) but sometimes it takes a focused journey (not necessarily an 8,000 mile one!) to figure things out. Through the people I met and grew to love while in South Africa, and other connections related to the trip, they opened their hearts to me, and I saw and felt how simple it is to reach out and help others in need, inspiring, motivating, and loving each other in the process.
I can still remember vividly one morning, walking downstairs from my small, simple room at Jacob's Well, the retreat center on Botha's Hill, run by Augustinian Sisters. As I walked into the welcoming room, near the chapel and dining room, I saw Jake, Augustinian Volunteer, sitting and waiting to catch me before having my breakfast. He told me about a meeting with a representative from a non-profit permaculture company who was coming to St. Leo Primary School in Molweni, to consult a group about a gardening project involving the children in planting, growing and harvesting crops to supplement their noon meal of government supplied rice and beans. This sounded like a simple project, however, in listening it became apparent that the human power involves a commitment to begin the program and sustain it as people come and go. Gifts in the form of donations from America and support from the St. Vincent DePaul Society, were the catalysts to initiate the program and to help sustain it. When the first harvest is ready, you can feel secure knowing that these Zulu children are receiving the nutrition they need and will continue to do so, through future donations. I ask you first to pray for these children, their families and all who work tirelessly and with such love and devotion to make a difference in their lives. We can BE the change!
On top of this, the health and lives of the children at St. Leo's have been brightened by a fruit program, whereby each student (around 500) receives an apple, pear or orange each school day. The expressions of gratitude and happiness in pictures of these young ones are worth their weight in gold. This Advent season, reach out to others in need, whether in your own local area, to family, friends, and our fellow brothers and sisters around the world. The gift of love that you receive back can't sufficiently be put into words.
At Thanksgiving time we give thanks for all that God has blessed us with. During Advent and at Christmas, remember, as I tell my 2nd graders, that Jesus is the Reason for the Season! Give as He gave to us. Pray for our Augustinians that they may continue to help others locally and worldwide in such a simple but important way. They need us and we need them!
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