As professors we often make the mistake of asking each other in the hallway whether we are getting time “for our own work,” as if whatever it is that we are doing everyday in class and in our offices is not our own work but some alien thing forced upon us that belongs to others. Our identities get wrapped in the books we’ve written or fantasized about, or the books we’d like to read, and we forget that our real work is the minds and hearts of the human beings in front of us every day. I’ve been really blessed with some amazing students over the years, and it is especially gratifying to me this week to be seeing so many of them doing so well, and getting notice for their achievements. A brief sample.
First Liz Laribee, who could not finish an assignment on time to save her life, (and I think there were several that she never finished) but is one of my favorite student ever. Liz has gone on to become a community organizer, an impresario for the arts at the Midtown Scholar here in Harrisburg, and a fine artist with a growing reputation in her own right. I’m happy to say that I and my family are the proud owners of three Laribee originals. Liz and her work were just recognized in Harrisburg magazine. A brief taste of the interview:
Q. What kind of thing would you like to do but have no idea how to accomplish it? What would it be like, and what would people say about it?
I love Harrisburg. I talk about this city more than I talk about men, and that makes my mom really sad. Harrisburg
has continued to feel like my home more than any other place in the world. But this a home in the process of redefining itself. Frankly, to live and work here is to understand the depths and limitations of this geography, these people, this government, and what entropy looks like on the ground. Our current situation is the kind that gets covered by NPR. In varied and
diverse ways, I have seen that act as breeding ground for a changed sociology. As a member of the artistic community here, I find myself surrounded by truly innovative, collaborative people who are committed to bettering this reality. More than anything I’d like to help give Harrisburg a process to funnel its energy into innovation and collaboration: an incubator for the culture being formed in its basement studios. This is the best town on the planet, and I would like to see us live up to our potential. I would love to find a way to help Harrisburg tell a story worthy of its citizens.
via Harrisburg Magazine : Recovering/Uncovering: the Art of Liz Laribee.
Congrats to Liz.
On Saturday, Kimi Cunningham Grant will be giving a reading at the Midtown Scholar Bookstore from her new book, Silver Like Dust: One Family’s Story of Japanese Internment (Open Road Media, 2012). I just found out about this, so I haven’t had a chance to read Kimi’s book, but the publicity materials describe it as follows:
The poignant story of a Japanese American woman’s journey through one of the most shameful chapters in American history.
Sipping tea by the fire, preparing sushi for the family, or indulgently listening to her husband tell the same story for the hundredth time, Kimi Grant’s grandmother, Obaachan, was a missing link to Kimi’s Japanese heritage, something she had had a mixed relationship with all her life. Growing up in rural Pennsylvania, all Kimi ever wanted to do was fit in, spurning traditional Japanese cuisine and her grandfather’s attempts to teach her the language.
But there was one part of Obaachan’s life that had fascinated and haunted Kimi ever since the age of eleven—her gentle yet proud Obaachan had once been a prisoner, along with 112,000 Japanese Americans, for more than five years of her life. Obaachan never spoke of those years, and Kimi’s own mother only spoke of it in whispers. It was a source of haji, or shame. But what had really happened to Obaachan, then a young woman, and the thousands of other men, women, and children like her?
Obaachan would meet her husband in the camps and watch her mother die there, too. From the turmoil, racism, and paranoia that sprang up after the bombing of Pearl Harbor and the terrifying train ride to Heart Mountain, to the false promise of V-J Day, Silver Like Dust captures a vital chapter of the Japanese American experience through the journey of one remarkable woman.
Her story is one of thousands, yet is a powerful testament to the enduring bonds of family and an unusual look at the American dream.
I was lucky enough to have Kimi as an advisee and am thrilled to read her book over the next few days.
And these are only two. I think of Carmen McCain, writing so courageously and passionately in Nigeria. Of Debbie DeGeorge who had another play produced this past year. Both of whom I was lucky enough to work with on honors projects in their senior year. Of Janel Atlas, who has done so much for mothers who have experienced the loss of still birth. And Shawn Smucker, traveling across the country in a bus, his kids in tow. And Sarah Ginolfi, on her way to ordination. And Louie Marven. And Paul Gee, and Jonathan Scovner, and Jonathan Felton. And John Francis, traveling the world with guitar in hand. And Morgan Lee–whose honors projects on the politics of memoir I was honored to listen in on today. And Elena Casey, whose work I will hear on Monday. And on and on.
And all the many, many, many others, too many to name, every one of them in their own way.
This is our real work. When we forget that, we forget them, we forget ourselves.
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Pete, I just saw this. What an inspiring post. It makes me want to get back to teaching asap. How exciting to see the news of Kimi Cunningham’s book.
Thanks for the mention. The nurturing and mentoring I received from you and others at Messiah has lasted me many years, through many more dry spells. Thank you.