Meredith and the Fresh Air Fund

One Sunday mid-June, Chris and I saw a post in our church bulletin seeking host families for "The Fresh Air Fund", an organization founded in the 1880s to give kids from New York's inner city an opportunity to spend a week or two enjoying "fresh air" in the country.  Children go to homes all the way from Canada to Virginia and, this summer, one came to our house.  

We requested a girl--for obvious reasons--between the ages of 6 and 10.  The local Fresh Air rep, tells me that our match happened faster than any she's seen.  In fact, it was exactly two weeks from our interview with her to the arrival of Meredith on July 12.

Meredith is hispanic, a serendipitous coincidence since we did not tell anyone with Fresh Air that I speak Spanish.  When I called her mother a few days before her arrival though, that common link helped establish an understanding that made everyone feel more comfortable with what is, really, an unusual situation.

Below, I am going to post a few photos...a lot of photos...of the visit.  They don't tell the whole story though.  Most importantly, they don't show how much I loved being her host mama.  She fit right in with our gaggle of gals from the start and was sweet and helpful the whole visit.  She is smart, artistic, incredibly determined and a pleasure to be around.

We had a few big bumps during the week with home sickness.  Meredith lives with her mother, grandmother and little sister with a large extended family close by and is obviously close to all of them.  While I was glad to see the strong family ties, I still hoped that my goal for Fresh Air would be realized and we would establish a relationship with Meredith and her family extending beyond the week.

Up until the day she left, when one of the girls would mention her coming back "next summer", Meredith would  give me a knowing look.  I would respond, "Meredith needs a little time to consider that after she gets home but she knows she's welcome".  Of course, the little girl had found her place in my heart and the thought of not seeing her again hurt.

Even with five beautiful, rowdy girls, I don't feel like my lap is full.  Compared to both my grandmothers' 10 kids, my family seems small to me.  I have wondered about adoption but know friends who have gone that route with much difficulty.  Despite the reward, neither Chris nor I is sure we are up to those kinds of challenges.  The opportunity with Fresh Air represented to me a chance to "adopt" on a very small scale and to help another family.

As it turns out, our story had a happy "ending".  After an emotional week of wondering whether Meredith's homesickness would send her home early, Meredith was emotional about leaving.  She was ready to go but, as she waved madly from the bus window, I knew she would miss us.  

Two days after her departure, I received this email:

Hi Ms.Doyle it's meredith I made it home safely thanks for everything.Next year are you signing for the Fresh Air Fund again? I would like to go there again.I miss Alfred.

I cried.  And headed out to buy that pooch a treat or two.

Arrival of the bus from New York

The kids got off one at a time to be matched with their families

Meredith's room for the week

We planned on her having her own space just in case she needed it.  As it turns out, she sleeps in the living room at home and wanted company.  Sweet Mia slept on the floor on a mat all week.

(I included this photo because right after Meredith left, we took this bed down and put up a bunk bed for Sophie and Ella.  The room looks a bit different.)

DAY ONE

The day after Meredith arrived, Chris and I took care of our friends' six kids.  This had been planned for some time and we didn't want to cancel but we had a strategy to take Meredith off by herself if she got overwhelmed by the whole thing.

She was fine

Here, her first fish!

Frogging, fishing, having fun

Then things got a little crazy

Kids jumping in the pond, boarding "enemy" boats, pulling each other off

They had a ton of fun

Chris and I were both on hand as lifeguards in case you are worried about the number of kids in that boat or the fact that Meredith can't swim

Sophie in flight

a little calmer

Not featured in the photos is the bonfire at lunchtime.  Hot dogs, s'mores and lots of fun.

DAY TWO

Mass and then a trip to Einstein's bagels

Meredith loved Einstein's bagels and asked to go back daily

 We spent the afternoon at the pool.  Meredith loves to swim but cannot manage water over her head yet.  The next day, I had to jump in and save her when she tried the slide at the Y.  I admired her "chispa" for trying it and I think the rescue bonded us a bit.

 Post-swim trip to King Cones

We love King Cones

Meredith did not like here choice much.  Lesson learned--always sample.

 Mama--are you sure I should have this much?

 Ella's "best part" at King Cones is sitting on the little cow

Sure enough--she can't finish her cone

DAY THREE (Monday)  We went to the Y.  The older girls played in the lounge and on the courts while I took a class.  Then, we all went to the pool where I composed a blog post in my head about how I hate stupid rules.  The Y really has a lot of stupid rules around the pool one of which involves no cameras on the pool deck.  Another is that kids 6 and under have to be swimming within arms' length of their parents at all times.  I had planned to watch the girls and didn't have my suit so, until I had to jump in in my workout clothes to save Meredith and figured I might as well swim, Ella was not allowed to swim.  Oh sweet irony--Ella, at 5, is a fish and can swim a length and tread water etc.  Meredith, almost 10, can't really swim yet.  Stupid rules.  They are all around us.

So, because of the camera rule, I did not take any photos of our afternoon at the Y.  We did introduce Meredith to Chik Fil A that day.  She liked Chik Fil A a lot too.  She kept talking about "Pennsylvania food" which made me smile.  

The second half of the week coming up next time.

Stay cool y'all

Lucky 13

Today marked 13 years of marriage for me and my bollazo.  We didn't do much out of the ordinary.  In fact, we didn't even go out.  But tonight, we turned our back deck into a cafe and had a grand old time. Just me, Chris and.... Alfred, whose buttocks feature prominently in one of the photos below.  (In my opinion, whenever one happens to read the word "buttocks", it should be read in the voice of Forrest Gump.)

Chris has been calling this anniversary "Lucky 13".  And he is right!  Lucky girl am I!
Love you forever, C!

Progress

Look at our baby birds just a few days later:

Amazing progress!  In fact, their nest is getting smaller and smaller by the day.  One baby fell out last night or early this morning and was tangled in the tiny branches you can see in the picture.  He was struggling and squawking in front of the nest and it was clear that neither he nor his mama was going to be able to free him.
What to do?  I know that the rule of thumb is not to touch the bird so as not to scare the mama into kicking him out of the nest.  Tongs or a wooden spoon were suggested but I knew that both were as likely to crush his small bones as to help him.  Rubber gloves have an obvious smell to them and therefore seemed little better than bare hands.  In the end, as quickly as I could, I untangled the bird and slid him back into his nest.  We left for a swim meet.
Driving down our road a few hours later, I crossed my fingers for the little guy.  Did his mama smell something strange and kick him out?  I hoped not both for him and for the sake of our girls who check on their little friends several times a day.
Thanks be to God!  All three birdies were still in the nest, their breaths pulling their skinny sides in and out.  As you can see above, one baby was sacked out on his back, beak open in a deep sleep.  It had been a long day already.

Coming up:  a special visitor

Birdies Everywhere

We went to the National Aviary today, one of my favorite Pittsburgh hangouts.  I love the birds and at the Aviary, there are birdies everywhere.  Here, photos of a few of them:

 That's a worm in there. 

 Ella holds up a fish to feed one of the "Wetland" birds

Fish in beak

After our last trip to the Aviary, I went home and realized that really, we have an Aviary in our own backyard--minus the scary birds like the vultures, hawks and falcons.  I love listening to them in the morning when I wake up.  A beautiful chorus.

 Meet Romeo.  For awhile, he was at our back door every day pecking, puffing himself up and, unfortunately, pooping.  We named him Romeo because we think he was seeing his reflection in the window and thinking it was a potential mate.

 Mama bird

Sitting on her nest, this good mama let me get only so close before...

 flying away...

 and chewing me out for disturbing her

 after a few days, we saw this

 Our newest neighbors.  Their mama built her nest in a bush just down from our front door.  We check on it every day, worried that a predator will come and get her babies.  It's amazing that they can survive really.  All skin and tufts.

 The barbaric Yawp telling the world "I'm here!"

And--two of my birdies.  I always tell them, "Little birdies in their nest agree" * Then I ask them why that should be so.  They say, "otherwise, they'll fall out and be eaten by the cat."  So true.

*From Little Women by Louisa May Alcott

More July 4

A few more pictures from the fourth:

This was our small town's schedule of events for the big day.  I took this picture on my phone to keep track of all the possibilities.  In the end, we only enjoyed the fireworks but this line-up and all the flags lining Main Street reminded me again that we are in Small Town USA.

 The 5K

This was Zelie's inaugural 5K.  Unlike the Liberty 5K, our traditional (and grueling) July 4 race, there were no shorter races for the kids.  The only Doyle participant was Chris who beat his goal time by a couple of minutes.  Dave finished first of our group, fourth runner to cross the line.

 Next of our group was Chris

 then Alex

 Rachel in blue

 and Zack and here is where I wish I had been videotaping instead of taking still photos

 Right after this pic, Zack went down hard.  His foot slid in the gravel and he wiped out.  Then, without a beat, in a superhero-like move, he rolled to his feet and continued his sprint to the finish.

 And last but not least, Jes (in pink) and Matthew (in green)

Matthew hears the cheers and makes a break for the finish.

 We waited a long time for race results.  I took Matthew to see one of Zelie's several lion fountains.  The other thing I remember from this part of the day is Dave observing that someone had brought bread pudding to serve post-race and commenting several times about how odd that was.

 Cousins are the best

 

Alex and Zack placed in their age groups as did David.  Go Kreitzer boys!


Other than the race, the only photos I got of the fun on the 4th were of our cupcake decorating.  Besides that though, we had a really yummy slider buffet, paddle boat races including one relay race, fishing and frogging, firefly catching and fireworks.  It was nice not to have to drive to fireworks but the Woodstock display is definitely better.  Maybe we'll be back for it next year.  And maybe I'll run the 5K again too.

The next day:

 We took Dave and Jes to the Monteray Bay Fish Grotto at the top of Mount Washington.  The view is incredible and the food, excellent.  Our waiter was a bit goofy and forgetful but we were in a forgiving mood and gave him a pass.

and Dave got a free dessert in honor of his upcoming birthday. (I really can't believe how old he is!) I gave him a T-shirt that says: "I can EXPLAIN it to you but I can't UNDERSTAND it for you"  

I think it may have been made for him.

Bye for now y'all.