Shirley's achievements mostly continue classified as she did work in a secret Lockheed group that worked especially hard after Sputnick launched, a 'hurry-up' for the US space program. She loved math as a young student and it is told that boys in her class wouldn't sit by her. Written by Traci Sorell who has shared this relatively unknown story of the first, and only, engineer in Lockheed's space program and the first known Cherokee woman engineer. Instead of being outraged in the "after", I believe we should be outraged in the "before"! However, I also do remember all these tragedies and others and will do all I am able to make changes. There is much goodness in my life and I am grateful. It is with continued sadness I write this Friday, yet I also remember good things, too. I haven't listed them all, have I? You will have your own remembering from your own home, sad to write. Of course, we all know now that one more happened a bit more than a week ago in Michigan. More recently, the news told me about the Stem shooting in Highlands Ranch, Stoneman Douglas, King Soopers in Boulder. I remember when my daughter called me about the Aurora theater shooting. I remember when a colleague came to me and whispered about Sandy Hook. It was not enough to erase the sadness but it was so needed.
We held our own memorial for them all one evening. It was so hard to tell the students, some of which we then discovered had friends who had been killed. I was on a school overnight trip to California when we heard the news about the Columbine massacre. Wouldn't this be fun to read a story or two a day with a class? It's terrific! I think you can imagine where that is going. The man walked, the son rode, and people thought it was disgraceful that the son was not more caring for his father. He enters, "found the head, touched the hairy neck, the strong legs, and the tail, and felt completely reassured: his bull was fine." Another speaks of other perceptions when a man, his son, and a donkey traveled. One about light and dark, and tells about a man checking on his bull late one night, but a lion has taken its place. You may read (or hear) a story in Iraq, with specific cultural names, but when it travels to The Netherlands, names, perhaps even the kind of animal changes. As Galidi writes in his intro, "stories are the best migrants and the finest travelers". Although the inside is not in color, I can see how beautiful they're going to be illustrated by Geertje Aalders by the cover.
Rodaan Al Galidi tells the stories that he has gathered from all over the world. I've read one of these stories every evening and they are a delight.
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