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Joan Miller

Joan Miller

Joan Miller is gebore in 1918. Nadat sy op 16 haar koshuis verlaat het, vind sy werk in 'n teewinkel in Andover. Dit is gevolg deur die pos van 'n kantoormeisie by Elizabeth Arden. Later is sy bevorder tot die advertensie -afdeling.

Net voor die uitbreek van die Tweede Wêreldoorlog het Miller by MI5 aangesluit. Eers werk sy onder Lord Cottenham, wat aan die hoof was van MI5 se vervoergedeelte. Dit het egter nie lank geduur voordat sy gewerf is deur Maxwell Knight, die hoof van B5b, 'n eenheid wat die monitering van politieke ondergrawing uitgevoer het nie. Knight het verduidelik dat hy wou hê dat sy op die Right Club moes spioeneer. Hierdie geheime samelewing was 'n poging om al die verskillende regse groepe in Brittanje te verenig. Of in die leier se woorde van 'koördinering van die werk van al die patriotiese samelewings'.

In sy outobiografie, Die naamlose oorlog (1955), het Archibald Ramsay, die stigter van die Right Club, aangevoer: "Die hoofdoel van die Right Club was om die bedrywighede van die georganiseerde jodedom teen te staan ​​en bloot te stel, in die lig van die bewyse wat in 1938 in my besit was. Ons Die eerste doel was om die konserwatiewe party van die Joodse invloed te verwyder, en die karakter van ons lidmaatskap en vergaderings was streng in ooreenstemming met hierdie doelwit. "

Teen 1940 het Miller een van die belangrikste figure in die Right Club geword. Maxwell Knight het Miller gevra om Anna Wolkoff, wat vermoedelik 'n Duitse spioen was, fyn dop te hou. Wolkoff het die Russian Tea Room in South Kensington bestuur, en dit het uiteindelik die belangrikste ontmoetingsplek geword vir lede van die Right Club.

In Februarie 1940 ontmoet Anna Wolkoff Tyler Kent, 'n siferklerk van die Amerikaanse ambassade. Hy word gou 'n gereelde besoeker aan die Russiese teekamer, waar hy ander lede van die Right Club ontmoet, waaronder die leier, Archibald Ramsay. Wolkoff, Kent en Ramsay het oor politiek gepraat en was dit eens dat hulle almal dieselfde sienings oor die politiek het.

Kent was bekommerd dat die Amerikaanse regering wou hê dat die Verenigde State by die oorlog teen Duitsland sou aansluit. Hy het gesê dat hy bewyse hiervan het, aangesien hy afskrifte gemaak het van die korrespondensie tussen president Franklin D. Roosevelt en Winston Churchill. Kent nooi Wolkoff en Ramsay terug na sy woonstel om na hierdie dokumente te kyk. Dit het geheime versekering ingesluit dat die Verenigde State Frankryk sou ondersteun as dit deur die Duitse leër binnegeval word. Kent het later aangevoer dat hy hierdie dokumente aan Ramsay gewys het in die hoop dat hy hierdie inligting sou deurgee aan Amerikaanse politici wat vyandig teenoor Roosevelt was.

Op 13 April 1940 gaan Anna Wolkoff na Kent se woonstel en maak afskrifte van sommige van hierdie dokumente. Joan Miller en Marjorie Amor sou later getuig dat hierdie dokumente dan aan Duco del Monte, assistent -seevaardiger by die Italiaanse ambassade, deurgegee is. Kort daarna het MI8, die draadlose onderskepdiens, boodskappe tussen Rome en Berlyn opgetel wat daarop dui dat admiraal Wilhelm Canaris, hoof van die Duitse militêre intelligensie (Abwehr), nou kopieë van die Roosevelt-Churchill-korrespondensie gehad het

Kort daarna het Wolkoff Miller gevra of sy haar kontakte by die Italiaanse ambassade sou gebruik om 'n gekodeerde brief aan William Joyce (Lord Haw-Haw) in Duitsland te stuur. Die brief bevat inligting wat hy in sy uitsendings op Radio Hamburg kan gebruik. Voordat Miller die brief aan haar kontakte oorgedra het, het Miller dit aan Maxwell Knight gewys.

Op 18 Mei het Knight vir Guy Liddell vertel van die spyskring van die Right Club. Liddell het onmiddellik 'n ontmoeting gehad met Joseph Kennedy, die Amerikaanse ambassadeur in Londen. Kennedy het ingestem om afstand te doen van Kent se diplomatieke immuniteit en op 20 Mei 1940 het die spesiale tak op sy woonstel toegeslaan. Binne vind hulle die afskrifte van 1 929 geklassifiseerde dokumente, waaronder geheime korrespondensie tussen Franklin D. Kent. Hierdie boek het besonderhede van die ondersteuners van die Right Club en is aan Kent gegee om dit veilig te bewaar.

Anna Wolkoff en Tyler Kent is gearresteer en aangekla ingevolge die Wet op Amptelike Geheime. Die verhoor het in die geheim plaasgevind en op 7 November 1940 is Wolkoff tot tien jaar gevonnis. Kent, omdat hy 'n Amerikaanse burger was, is minder hard behandel en slegs sewe jaar ontvang. Na bewering het Wolkoff gesweer dat sy wraak sou neem deur Miller te vermoor.

Miller het ook gewerk in 'n spesiale afdeling van die poskantoor wat opgestel is om briewe te lees wat deur vermeende ondermyners gestuur word. Miller en 'n ander agent, Guy Poston, het die taak gekry om by die huis in te breek van Rajani Palme Dutt, 'n leidende lid van die Kommunistiese Party in Brittanje. Maxwell Knight was geïnteresseerd in 'n geslote boks wat hy onder sy bed gehou het. Toe hulle die boks oopmaak, ontdek hulle dat dit slegs dokumente bevat oor sy troue.

Na die skuldigbevinding van Anna Wolkoff en Tyler Kent, het Miller by Maxwell Knight begin woon. Sy besef egter gou dat sy as 'n dekking vir Knight se homoseksualiteit gebruik word. Sy verlaat Knight en trou in Junie 1943 met Tom Kinlock Jones.

Miller is nou oorgeplaas na die Political Intelligence Department (PID). Dit behels die lees en verspreiding van hoogs geheime kabels. Terwyl sy in hierdie pos 'n spioen geïdentifiseer het wat die inhoud van sommige van hierdie kabels aan die Sowjetunie oorgedra het. Sy is later oorgeplaas na 'n eenheid wat die inhoud van koerante wat in Duitsland versprei word, beheer.

Joan Miller is in Junie 1984 oorlede. Ten spyte van pogings deur MI5 het Miller se dogter daarin geslaag om haar ma se outobiografie te kry, One Girl's War: Personal Exploits in die mees geheime stasie van MI5, gepubliseer in Ierland in 1986.

Op 'n oggend kom Bill Younger ... in my sel met 'n boodskap van Maxwell Knight, hoof van B5 (b). Ek is genooi vir middagete in die personeelkantien met hierdie gesiene MI5 -offisier wat, soos dit blyk, al 'n geruime tyd op my gerig was. Ek was natuurlik geïntrigeerd en gevlei. Ek ken Maxwell Knight deur sig en reputasie; Ek was bewus daarvan dat hy B5 (b) bestuur het met nie meer as drie of vier saakbeamptes en 'n sekretaris nie, dat hy bekend was as 'M' of 'Max', dat hy 'n paar boeiende eksentrisiteite ontwikkel het, soos om lang handgemaakte sigarette te rook. van 'n klein tabakwinkel in Sloanestraat. Hy was taamlik lank en slank, met 'n Wellingtonse neus waarna hy 'my ledemaat' verwys het, altyd geklee in stylvol, lomp tweeds, en hy het 'n opvallende figuur oor die plek gemaak. Ek was onmiddellik bewus van my geluk en was terselfdertyd vasbeslote om dit nie in my kop te laat beland nie. Ek het die uitnodiging van die middagete egter met dank aanvaar.

Teen twaalfuur gaan ek die kantine binne en sien Maxwell Knight by 'n tafel vir twee in die kamer. Hy staan ​​op as ek nader kom; nog voordat hy praat, was ek bewus van die sjarme van hierdie glimlaggende man - die sjarme van 'n seldsame en formidabele orde. Sy stem, wat ek hipnoties gevind het, bevestig die indruk. Aan die einde van die eerste etensessie was ek betower. M. moes destyds ongeveer twee keer my ouderdom gewees het; ek dink dit is moontlik dat ek onbewustelik op soek was na 'n 'vaderfiguur' - my eie, 'n vriendelike, taamlik swak man wat graag wou dobbel, het nie juis as ouer opgedaag nie - maar daar was baie meer as dit aan my gevoel vir M, selfs in hierdie vroeë stadium.

The Right Club, wat sekere ooreenkomste met die organisasie van admiraal sir Barry Domvile gehad het, die Link is in 1938 gestig deur kaptein Archibald Maule Ramsay, lid van die Unionist vir Peebles sedert 1931. in die ideaal van 'n Anglo-Duitse genootskap, sowel as die koestering van sterk antisemitiese gevoelens. Kaptein Ramsay was 'n vriend van sir Oswald Mosley. The Ramsays het 'n huis op Onslow Square gehad, maar die klub het gewoonlik sy vergaderings gehou in 'n woonstel bo 'n klein restaurant in South Kensington. Hierdie restaurant was die Russiese teekamers.

Vroeg in 1940 besluit M (Maxwell Knight) dat ek gereed was om die taak wat hy my opgelê het, voort te sit. Ek het reeds FRS Aims (Marjorie Hackie) ontmoet, een van die ander agente wat by die onderneming betrokke was ('n Casey middeljarige dame wat my altyd aan juffrou Maple sal herinner), en daar is gereël dat sy my saamneem na die tee- koop ek een aand 'n ander seun aan wat by die RJR diens doen. Die restaurant was op die hoek van Herringbone Gardens, reg oorkant South Kensington -metrostasie. Dit was die eienaar en bestuur van 'n emigrante Wit Russiese admiraal en sy vrou en dogter. Hierdie mense, wie se naam Wolkoff was, is onteien as gevolg van die Bolsjewistiese revolusie - admiraal Wolkoff was destyds die tsaar se marine -attaché in Londen - en het verstaanbaar 'n vurige anti -kommunistiese lyn geneem, veral Anna, die dogter, het gekom om die beleid van Nazi -Duitsland te eerbiedig. Van die begin af was sy een van die voorste aktiviste van die Right Club.

Joan Miller was 'n aantreklike jong sekretaresse wat by Elizabeth Arden by MI5 aangesluit het. Na 'n kort tydjie by Transport in Wormwood Scrubs, het sy na die Dolphin Square oorgeplaas. Die eerste taak wat Knight haar opgelê het, was om vriende te word met Krishna Menon, die Indiese nasionalis, maar dit was nie 'n sukses nie. Haar tweede operasie, wat die infiltrasie van die Right Club behels, was so 'n sukses dat dit een van die min operasies van Knight geword het om oorlogstyd publisiteit te kry, alhoewel Joan Miller altyd buite MI5 'Miss X' genoem moes word.

In die middel van Mei 1940 het die infiltrasie van Joan Miller by die Right Club 'n onverwagte dividend betaal. Haar oorspronklike taak was om Ramsay se aktiwiteite saam met 'n ander MI5 -agent, mevrou Amos, te monitor en 'n volledige lys van lede op te stel sodat MI5 die hele groep kon opneem, eerder as om dit stukkend aan te val. Sy is heeltemal aanvaar en vertrou deur juffrou Wolkoff, wat op 'n stadium te kenne gegee het dat enige inligting wat Joan Miller uit haar 'vaal indieningstaak by die oorlogskantoor' kan verwyder, goed ontvang sal word. Die implikasie was dat juffrou Wolkoff meer as 'n politieke agitator was.

Teen 1940 (toe) gaan dit sleg met Engeland. Frankryk het geval; Mussolini het Italië in die oorlog gebring; die Luftwaffe het sy oppergesag in die lug gevestig. As gevolg hiervan word die Right Club toenemend onseker oor die uiting van sy standpunte. Met 'n Duitse inval wat op enige oomblik verwag word, het diegene wat die bewerings van Duitsland altyd ondersteun het, geglo dat hulle in 'n sterk posisie was. Die samelewing was besig met die opstel van 'n lys van prominente teenstanders vir die as -saak: as u naam op hierdie lys sou kom, kan u verwag dat u van 'n lamppaal opgetrek sou word as die land in Duitse hande was. Ek is geraadpleeg, onthou ek, oor die vraag wie as 'n geskikte kandidaat vir lynch geklassifiseer sou word. Ek dink nie ek het 'n baie verstandige voorstel gemaak nie, maar hulle het my steeds aangehou om die hardnekkigste anti-Nazi's te noem wat ek teëgekom het. Hulle was vasbeslote dat 'n voorbeeld van hierdie mense gemaak moet word om die res van die land 'n voorsmakie te gee van die sterk maatreëls wat hulle kan verwag.

Na baie rondbeweeg by die departement van politieke intelligensie (PID) beland ek uiteindelik in 'n uitstekende werk daar - help om die inhoud te bepaal van 'n koerant wat ons beplan het vir verspreiding in Duitsland nadat die oorwinning behaal is. Dit was bedoel om 'n beroep op die gewone leser te vind en is nie heeltemal as 'n instrument van propaganda beskou nie, alhoewel dit tot 'n mate daarin gekom het. Dit was deel van my werk om elke oggend baie vroeg by die kantoor in te gaan en die dagblaaie deur te lees en 'n groot rooi kruisie te plaas teen elke nuusberig wat ek as interessant beskou en om 'n behoorlike indruk te kry die gedagtes van 'n Duitse leser.

Elke oggend om tienuur het ek by die redakteurs of adjunk -redakteurs van al die Engelse dagblaaie aangesluit wat om 'n konferensietafel bymekaargekom het in een van die groot kantore om die vraag te bespreek wat moet toegelaat word en wat gesensor moet word. Elke redakteur het vermoedelik sy eie koerant en een of twee van die ander gelees, maar ek was die enigste persoon wat die lot bestudeer het. Hulle was almal baie beleefd teenoor my en het aandagtig geluister terwyl ek my redes verduidelik het waarom ek sekere verslae moes kies en twyfel oor ander. Hulle het natuurlik almal hul eie idees, en daaroor is daar vrylik om die tafel gedebatteer. Ek is nooit daarvan bewus dat ek die enigste vrou is nie, en my opinies is ernstig opgeneem; maar ek was bewus van my eie beperkings onder al hierdie belangrike perse en ek was versigtig om nie my nek uit te steek nie. Ek het eintlik baie geleer uit al die lees van koerante; Dit was veral insiggewend om die verskillende style en verskillende metodes om dieselfde voorval aan te meld, waar te neem. (Sommige berigte, dit was duidelik, was baie meer akkuraat as ander.) Die Manchester Guardian was byvoorbeeld eenvoudig en eenvoudig, nie te wyte aan ligsinnigheid of skinderpraatjies nie.

Een meisiesoorlog geen bedreiging vir die nasionale veiligheid inhou nie; as ander boeke dit doen, en as die regering daarteen wil optree, is dit hul saak, nie ons s'n nie. Die inhoud van Een meisiesoorlog het slegs te doen met gebeure wat meer as veertig jaar gelede plaasgevind het, en ons glo dat dit in ag geneem moet word vir wat dit is, nie vir wat ander boeke kan wees nie.

Die regering se poging om te onderdruk Een meisiesoorlog is deel van 'n groter projek om inligting oor die werking van die intelligensiedienste van die Britse publiek te bewaar en sodoende 'n openbare debat oor die aangeleentheid onmoontlik te maak. In die sestiger- en sewentigerjare het die meeste lande van die Westerse wêreld geleidelik openbare toegang tot inligting geliberaliseer; in die tagtigerjare het Margaret Thatcher se regerings probeer om die neiging om te keer. Daar is algemene ideologiese redes hiervoor, en daar is spesifieke redes.

Tussen 1974 en 1976 het 'n koalisie van regse konserwatiewe politici en elemente van die gewapende magte en van die intelligensiedienste in die geheim gewerk om die verkose Arbeidsregering onder leiding van Harold Wilson te ondermyn. Daar word nie gesuggereer dat hierdie koalisie verantwoordelik was vir die afsterwe van die Wilson -regering en die instelling van Margaret Thatcher as premier nie. Maar die hele idee van so 'n geheime aktiwiteit waarby staatsveiligheidsdienste betrokke is by die pogings om die verkose regering te ondermyn, is so skerp teen die algemene opvatting van die Britse demokratiese tradisie dat dit nie verbasend is as die Thatcher -regering vasbeslote is om te verseker dat die volledige verhaal nooit vertel word nie .


JoAnn Miller

b. 1929, Arp, Texas, VSA, d. 7 November 2004, Granbury, Texas, VSA. Miller was 'n gegradueerde aan die Texas Woman's University in 1949, in die vroeë vyftigerjare, na New York om haar studies aan die Columbia College te volg. …
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b. 1929, Arp, Texas, VSA, d. 7 November 2004, Granbury, Texas, VSA. Miller was 'n gegradueerde van die Texas Woman's University in 1949, in die vroeë vyftigerjare, na New York om haar studies aan die Columbia College te volg. Teen hierdie tyd het sy egter in 'n paar jaar in klubs begin sing, en deur die hoofagent Joe Glaser behartig, het sy 'n volledige skedule gehad wat insluit optrede in somer-aandelemaatskappye, opnames van opnames vir advertensies, sowel as sing op uitgebreide toere deur hotelle. In die daaropvolgende dekade werk sy in revues, speel op Broadway, insluitend Carnaval uit 1968 en produksies van Pal Joey en Oh, Captain! In die vroeë 70's het sy in Never Too Late getoer en in 1974 saam met Gisele MacKenzie gespeel in 'n produksie van Gypsy wat in Fort Worth, Texas, opgevoer is. Dit is toe dat sy besluit het om haar in haar tuisstaat te vestig en in Granbury te gaan woon. 'N Paar jaar lank tree sy jaarliks ​​op in die Granbury Opera House, Texas, waarvan sy 'n stigter was. Haar verbintenis met die operahuis was beduidend en plaaslik was sy sedert 1974 meer as 20 jaar lank die leidende rol, en was aktief agter die skerms in promosie en fondsinsameling, sowel as die rolverdeling, vervaardiging en regie. Tydens haar tyd daar was Miller verantwoordelik vir die opvoer van tot 'n dosyn verskillende produksies, insluitend 'n konsert of revue waarin sy sou speel. In 1990 verheug sy die gehoor met haar produksie, Jo Ann Miller: Reflections On A Miss-Spent Youth. Na 'n beroerte vroeg in 2001, verhuis sy na 'n ouetehuis.


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Voorbereidings

Die meeste van die $ 80 000 wat nodig is om die reis te finansier, kom uit die verkoop van 15 000 T-hemde met 'n slagspreuk wat aandag trek: A VROU & RsquoS PLACE IS TOP. Vir sommige ondersteuners weerspieël die hemde 'n opkomende tydsgees, waarin dit gelyk het of sterk vroue die hoogste plekke in die berge en die samelewing kan bereik, vir ander, die geïmpliseerde seksuele humor was onweerstaanbaar.

BLUM: As ek saam met ouens op ekspedisies was, het hulle dikwels kantore en sekretaresses gehad. Ons het die geldinsameling alleen gedoen, saam met almal wat opgedaag het
en vrywillig aangebied. Ons het hierdie huis op Indian Rock Road in Berkeley gehad met 'n trailer van Christy & rsquos in die voortuin. Dit was sentraal in die T-hemp.

TEWS: Ek het deeltyds gewerk in ou huise in San Francisco. Die res van die tyd het ek T-hemde verkoop. Ek het oor die hele land na hierdie beurse gegaan. Ons het die hemde met die opskrif A WOMAN & rsquoS PLACE IS TOP, en dan het ons hemde wat net ANNAPURNA gesê het, omdat sommige lede van die ekspedisie verleë was deur die dubbele entender. Mense het hul eie persoonlike redes waarom hulle een van die T-hemde wou hê. Hierdie groot manne het geloop en my op en af ​​gekyk en gesê: & ldquo Ja, skat, ek wil een daarvan hê. & Rdquo

WIT HUIS: Ek het destyds nie daarvan gehou om die T-hemp te dra nie. By die geldinsamelingspartytjies kry u vreemde ouens wat seksuele insetsels op die logo sou probeer plaas. En ek was nie gemaklik om hulle te probeer afweer nie.

TAYLOR: As ek aan die slagspreuk dink, dink ek aan hierdie uitbundige en mdasha -latente stem wat skielik van die bergtoppe af geskree word: 'n vrou & rsquos -plek is bo -op, en ons sal die top van hierdie berg bereik! & Rdquo

(van links) Mingma Tshering Sherpa, Chewang Rinjing Sherpa en Irene Miller (Foto: Arlene Blum)

Teen Augustus 1978 het slegs agt klimmers bo -op Annapurna gestaan. Nege klimmers het omgekom terwyl hulle geklim het. En daar was nog net drie gevestigde roetes na die top. Uiteindelik vestig Blum hom op die onbekende Hollandse Rib aan die noordekant, amper 'n jaar tevore, in Oktober 1977, deur 11 Nederlandse klimmers en nege Sherpa-personeel. Die Nederlandse spanleier Xander Verrijn-Stuart sou later die roete in die American Alpine Journal as 'n & ldquosafe & rdquo -alternatief vir ander, meer gevaarliker maniere aan die kant van die berg. Blum en haar span sou binnekort anders uitvind.

BLUM: Annapurna was die eerste hoogtepunt van 8 000 meter. Dit was een van die laer. Ek het nie 'n idee hoe gevaarlik dit was nie: dit het nie genoeg geskiedenis nie. Ons verkenning was in Desember 1977, toe alles vasgevries was. As ek besef hoe erg die sneeustortings was op ander tye van die jaar, dink ek graag dat ons nie daarheen sou gegaan het nie.

LHAKPA NORBU SHERPA (21-jarige personeellid op die eerste styging van 1977 van die Nederlandse Rib, wat later by Blum & rsquos-ekspedisie aangesluit het): Die lawines was natuurlik baie eng, en die risiko's het ons gedwing om langs 'n rant te klim wat ook gevaarlik was, aangesien dit winderig word.

MICHAEL KENNEDY (voormalige hoofredakteur van Alpinis, wat in 2000 saam met Neil Beidleman, Veikka Gustafsson en Ed Viesturs die Nederlandse ribbes probeer het): Die skaal van Annapurna & rsquos -noordkant is iets wat baie moeilik is om jou kop om te draai totdat jy eintlik daar was. U moet 'n redelik selfversekerde ysklimmer wees vir die Nederlandse rib. Maar eintlik is die skrikwekkende ding net hoe groot die gesig is. Dit is die soort terrein dat as u val en u op harde sneeu val, u 'n lang rit gaan maak.

Die span klim op die golwende kuif van die Nederlandse Rib en staar sagte, onstabiele sneeu en groot kroonlyste in die gesig. (Foto: Arlene Blum)

Teen die middel van die sewentigerjare het alpiene klimme en klein groepies vinnig en lig beweeg sonder aanvullende suurstof, ondersteuningspersoneel op groot hoogte, of vaste toue en mdash het net begin versprei op pieke van 8 000 meter. Blum het besluit om 'n meer tradisionele beleidsbenadering, wat van 'n span vereis het om groot hoeveelhede kos, brandstof en toerusting na 'n reeks kampe te haal.

Die besluit het beteken dat die span vroeë konflikte ondervind het oor die praktiese toepassing van hul ideale: Wat beteken dit dat hulle hul ekspedisie baseer op taktiek wat mans in die 1920's uit die weermag ingevoer het? Vir klimmers van alle geslagte wek die teenkultuurbeweging van die sewentigerjare weerstand teen ouer tradisies van vloek en skugterheid teenoor 'n enkele outoritêre leier. Blum was bewus daarvan dat die samehorigheid van die span noodsaaklik sou wees en het gereël dat die groep met 'n sielkundige, Karin Carrington, vergader. Op 'n sessie het klimmer Joan Firey gesê dat sy nie die vermoë van Blum & rsquos vertrou het om te lei nie. Ander het gesê dat hulle hoop dat sy 'n besluitnemende leier sou wees, maar ook een wat volgens 'n inklusiewe, konsensusgebaseerde model werk.

BLUM: Daar is baie individualisme by klimmers. Ek het gedink dat vroue minder sou hê, maar almal wat 'n berg soos Annapurna wil klim, het baie persoonlike dryfkrag.

TEWS: Daar was verhale oor mans op ekspedisies wat in hul lewens nooit weer met mekaar gepraat het nie. En dit was een ding wat ons regtig wou vermy.

BLUM: Die behoud van ons vriendskappe was net so belangrik as om die berg te klim.

KARIN CARRINGTON (span sielkundige): Daar is baie worstel, wat is 'n alternatiewe manier van leierskap wat put uit die sterkpunte van vroue om meer saam te werk en terselfdertyd die veiligheid van 'n beslissende stem bied, en in hierdie geval kan Arlene & rsquos & mdash die oproepe maak in uiterste omstandighede? Hoe word Annapurna 'n vroulike plek en nie net 'n replika van ekspedisies wat in die verlede al manlik was nie?

TAYLOR: Sommige van ons wou heeltemal onafhanklik wees van mans en die leierskapstyle van mans. Maar daar was nie veel dokumentasie waarop ons kon terugval nie. Die ekspedisie -formaat is deur mans ontwerp.

RUSMORE: As die klimklim so was dat alpiene styl in 1978 die norm was, sou dit 'n ander klim gewees het. Maar Arlene wou seker wees dat ons suksesvol was. Ons het destyds reeds die norme van bergklim oortree. Miskien was dit nie 'n goeie idee om alles aan te pak nie.

TAYLOR: Vir sommige van ons was die poging om dinge na die oppervlak te bring en te verwerk soos nodig. Ander het dit gehaat. Arlene het desperaat probeer om die deur oop te hou vir 'n demokratiese, inklusiewe proses.

Die behoud van ons vriendskappe was net so belangrik as om die berg te klim.

Soos baie leiers van ekspedisies van 8 000 meter, het Blum ook besluit om Sherpa-personeel aan te stel in die oortuiging dat hul hulp die veiligheidsmarge sou verhoog. Deur dit te doen, het sy egter geweet dat sy kritiek kan opdoen dat haar span op hulp van mans staatmaak. Destyds was daar baie min Sherpa -vroue met bergklim -ervaring op hoë vlak. Blum het gehoop om vroulike lae en skaamte draers in diens te neem en hulle op te lei om te klim, maar sy was teleurgesteld toe sy verneem dat die sirdar in plaas daarvan twee vroue gekies het en mdashPasang Yangin Sherpa en Ang Dai Sherpa en mdashto was kombuisassistente.

Onder die Sherpa -mans wat uiteindelik vir die ekspedisie van Blum en rsquos Annapurna gewerk het, het sommige die teenwoordigheid van Sherpa -vroue verwelkom. Ander voel onrustig daaroor, bekommerd dat die vroue die manlike personeel op die berg kan vervang. Uiteindelik het Blum opgehou om die Sherpa-vroue op hoogte te leer klim, en hulle vroeg huis toe gestuur. Pasang Yangin en Ang Dai is kwaad oor die verlies aan werk.

BLUM: Ek het gehou van die idee om Nepalese vroue as spanlede te hê en dat ons Sherpa's vroue moet wees. Die Sherpa -unie wou dit egter glad nie hê nie. Daar is vroue gehuur, maar hulle is regtig aangestel om dinge soos wasgoed en skottelgoed te doen, nie om te klim nie. Nou is daar natuurlik Nepalese vroue en rsquos -ekspedisies. Maar die idee was waarskynlik sy tyd voor Nepal in die middel van die sewentigerjare.

WIT HUIS: Die Sherpa -vroue is in 'n moeilike posisie geplaas, omdat hulle gekies is om uit te blink, maar hulle het nog nie die agtergrond gehad nie, die klimvermoë. Arlene wou hê dat hulle anders moes wees en dat mdashor anders sou presteer as wat hulle kon. Ek dink sy was oor die algemeen goed daaroor om Sherpa -lede van die span te probeer oorweeg, hoewel dit altyd anders is as iemand betaal word.

LOPSANG TSHERING SHERPA (38-jarige sirdar): Ek was bly om die pos van sirdar aangebied te word, maar my geluk het niks te doen gehad met die feit dat dit 'n vroue- en rsquos -ekspedisie was nie. Dit was 'n geleentheid om geld te verdien. Ek het geweet dat vroue wat in die Himalajas kom klim het, opgeleide klimmers was. Daar was ook sneeu en ys waar hulle vandaan kom.

CHEWANG RINJING SHERPA (32-jarige personeel op groot hoogte): Toe ek na die buitelandse vroue kyk, het ek nie selfversekerd gevoel nie. Ek het vir Mike Cheney [Blum & rsquos Kathmandu-gebaseerde ekspedisie-uitrusting] gesê dat ek nie seker was dat hulle die basiskamp sou haal nie. Hy het kwaad geword. & ldquo Sou hulle al die pad gekom het as hulle kon berge klim? & rdquo het hy gesê. Ek het daarna stilgebly.

MINGMA TSHERING SHERPA (24-jarige personeel op groot hoogte): Ek het altyd gedink aan die risiko's om na 'n berg te gaan. Of die ekspedisie anders sou wees en of die klimmers na die top sou kon kom; ek het nog nooit tevore aan hierdie dinge gedink nie. Hulle was 'n groep bergklimmers, so eenvoudig soos dit.

Portiers op die tien dae lange trek van Pokhara na die basiskamp (Foto: Arlene Blum)


Joan Miller se stryd teen kanker

Soos u almal weet, is my ma (en skepper/instandhouer van hierdie blog) oorlede na 'n lang stryd met kanker.

Ek het die volledige teks uit haar doodsberig hieronder aangeheg. As u 'n gasteboek vir Joan wil onderteken, kan u die doodsberig van die koerante hier vind: http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/calgaryherald/obituary.aspx?n=barbara-miller&pid=162245982&fhid=5928

Ek sal aanhou om hierdie blog te bestuur en in stand te hou solank ek kan. Dankie aan almal vir hul vriendelike woorde en gedagtes.

Barbara “Joan” Miller (geb. Kerr) is op 4 Januarie 2013 vreedsaam oorlede in Calgary omring deur haar gesin ná ’n moedige reis met maagkanker. Gebore op 7 Maart 1953 in Watrous, Saskatchewan. Vooruitgegaan deur haar grootouers William (Bill) Irvine en Isabel (Woodland) Irvine en Homer en Elizabeth (Wilson) Kerr, vader Edward John Kerr in 1983. Joan word oorleef deur haar ma Elizabeth (Betty) I Kerr (Irvine) van Calgary, deur haar beste vriend en liefdevolle eggenoot van 37 jaar, Reg W Miller, seun Kevin Miller (Dorlisa Lam) van Calgary, dogter Heather Miller van Calgary, broers en susters, William (Bill) Kerr (Pam en dogter Yasmine) van Calgary, Ellen (Kerr) McClughan (Neil en seun Scott) van Regina, skoonma Yvonne E. Miller (gebore Aumack) van Trail, BC, swaer Gordon Miller (Kathy Hudspith en dogters Jessica en Kariann) van Victoria, BC, swaer Hugh Miller (Gail Gabana en kinders Andrea, Nicholas en Joseph) van Trail, BC, asook talle tantes, ooms en neefs.

Joan het grootgeword op die PFRA -weiding in Hatfield naby Nokomis, Saskatchewan. Joan, die oudste van drie kinders, het in 'n eenkamer -skool in Hatfield begin skoolgaan en daarna graad 12 in Nokomis voltooi. Kinderaktiwiteite het meisiesgidse ingesluit, swemlesse, hulp met 'afronding' en die vele besoeke van neefs. Joan het haar opleiding in die naskoolse opleiding in Saskatoon voortgesit en haar diploma in biologiese wetenskappe verwerf. Joan het kortliks by SaskTel gewerk vir 'n somerposisie waar sy 'n sielsgenoot ontmoet het. Sy trou op 5 Julie 1975 met Reg in die Nokomis United Church en hulle woon in Calgary waar hul twee kinders, Kevin en Heather, gebore is.

Joan het 34 jaar aan die Universiteit van Calgary gewerk as tegnoloog en laboratoriumbestuurder en mediese navorsingslaboratoriums, met pensioen in die herfs van 2009. Joan was 'n genetiese genealoog wat DNA -tegnologie en sosiale media gebruik het om tradisionele genealogiese navorsing aan te vul. Dit sluit die Y-DNA-projekadministrateur en -koördineerder van die Alberta Family Histories Society (AFHS) se DNA Special Interest Group in. Sy was lid van die Genealogical Speakers Guild, die International Society of Genetic Genealogists en verskeie ander genealogiese verenigings. Joan skryf 'n gereelde rubriek vir die Alberta Family History Society en dien in die komitee vir openbare betrekkinge. Sy het ook die Luxegen Genealogy Blog geskep wat in die Top 40 Blogs van 2011 in Family Tree Magazine genoem is. Sy was 'n amptelike blogger vir Rootstech 2011. Joan het die genealogie -gen geërf van haar ouma Isabel Irvine, 'n familiehistorikus en 'n groot storieverteller. . Haar oupa Bill Irvine het 60 jaar lank 'n dagboek gehou! Dit was onvermydelik dat een van die kleinkinders sou belangstel om hul genealogiese wortels na te streef, en dit was Joan. Joan was ook baie aktief met vrywilligerswerk in Toastmaster International, waar sy deur die verskillende vlakke gewerk het wat haar Distinguished Toastmaster Designation in Januarie 2012 ontvang het. Joan was mal oor die diversiteit van kulture en het haar lewe verryk deur reise na baie lande. Joan het 'n aktiewe lewe gevul met aktiwiteite soos sokker, ski, qigong en stap. Sy sal gemis word deur almal wie se lewens sy aangeraak het. Die familie bedank die personeel by Tom Baker Cancer Center baie. Hulle wil ook erkenning gee aan die ongelooflike sorg en deernis wat hulle tydens haar heengaan betoon het. Ten slotte bedank hulle dr. Easaw, dr. Wiens en Colleen Cathbert vir al hul sorg en moeite op hierdie reis. In plaas van blomme kan skenkings gemaak word aan die Kiva – Genealogist for Families -projek en bemagtig mense regoor die wêreld op http://www.kiva.org/team/ genealoë.


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Die voormalige radiosangeres Kay Hilliard (June Allyson) verneem by haar skindervriende dat haar man 'n verhouding het met die koormeisie Crystal Allen (Joan Collins). Verwoes breek sy af en gaan na Reno om 'n egskeiding aan te teken. Toe sy hoor dat goudgrawe Crystal hom ongelukkig maak, besluit Kay egter om haar man terug te kry.

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Invisibilia se Lulu Miller vertel die verhaal van Martin Pistorius, wie se lyk stadig begin toemaak het toe hy 12 jaar oud was. For years, he was locked in his own body with nothing but his thoughts.

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So from NPR News, this is INVISIBILIA. I am Lulu Miller.

MILLER: And today, we are discussing thoughts.

SPIEGEL: How to think about your thoughts. What we should think about our thoughts that we think.

MILLER: What do you think about your thoughts these days?

SPIEGEL: I think that the new way of thinking about thoughts is deeply helpful to how I think about thoughts.

MILLER: The new way being that you can just let them all go?

SPIEGEL: The idea that I don't have to take my thoughts seriously, I find deeply liberating and slightly disturbing when I think about all of the many, many hours that I and millions of people all over the country have spent trying to understand our thoughts and where they came from.

MILLER: Like all that's just time wasted?

SPIEGEL: Yeah. How do you feel about it?

MILLER: Well, I'm not sure if it's always time wasted. Like, I wonder if you can get a deeper peace if you really.

MILLER: And to show you a pretty profound example of this.

MILLER: . I want to tell you the story of Martin.

MILLER: So Martin Pistorius, in the late '70s, was a little boy growing up in South Africa. To tell his story, we're going to have to leave the question of thoughts for two or three minutes. But it will circle right on back. OK.

MILLER: But it all begins when he was 3 years old. And he marches into his parents' bedroom and tells them that when he grows up, he wants to be what he calls an electric man.

JOAN PISTORIUS: He used to insist that we buy him all sorts of electronic equipment.

RODNEY PISTORIUS: Resistors and transistors and you name it.

MILLER: These are his parents - Joan and Rodney Pistorius.

JOAN PISTORIUS: And he would build us things.

MILLER: Things like a flashing star for their Christmas tree, an alarm system to keep his little brother out of his Legos.

JOAN PISTORIUS: We had a broken plug. I thought nothing of it. I just said, Martin, please just fix the plug for me. And, I mean, here's live electricity in the house. And I'm asking a child younger than 11 to fix it. And he did.

MILLER: Where do you think he picked this up?

JOAN PISTORIUS: I have no idea. He was always going to be an electric man as he told me when he grew up. And then.

MILLER: Martin's life took an unexpected turn.

RODNEY PISTORIUS: He had just turned 12.

MILLER: He came home one day, saying he was feeling very sick.

JOAN PISTORIUS: And said, ma, I think I'm getting flu.

MILLER: But this wasn't a normal sickness. Martin began to sleep and sleep and sleep.

JOAN PISTORIUS: Like a baby, nearly all day.

MILLER: And when he woke up, he'd refuse food.

JOAN PISTORIUS: Rod used to sit there and force his mouth open. And I used to put the food in.

MILLER: He began getting nosebleeds.

JOAN PISTORIUS: So they tested him for everything under the sun from TB, Parkinson's disease, Wilson's disease, deficiency in copper, measles, and everything was negative.

MILLER: Still he got worse and worse. As the months wore on, everything about him slowly closed down. His ability to move by himself, his ability to make eye contact and finally, his ability to speak.

JOAN PISTORIUS: And the last thing he ever said because he was still in hospital was, when home. And all he wanted to know was when is he coming home? And - sorry.

RODNEY PISTORIUS: He progressively got worse, probably in the second year of his illness. He was sleeping whenever we didn't wake him up. He was permanently lying down in the fetal position.

MILLER: And a test finally came back positive.

RODNEY PISTORIUS: Cryptococcal meningitis.

MILLER: The doctors told Joan and Rodney that Martin was beyond hope.

RODNEY PISTORIUS: As good as not, they - you know, he's a vegetable. He has zero intelligence.

MILLER: They were told to take him home.

RODNEY PISTORIUS: Try and keep him comfortable until he died.

MILLER: But one year passed, and two years passed.

JOAN PISTORIUS: Martin just kept going, just kept going.

MILLER: So Joan, Rodney and their two kids did their best to care for Martin's body.

RODNEY PISTORIUS: I'd get up at 5 o'clock in the morning, get him dressed, load him in the car, take him to the Special Care Center where I'd leave him. Eight hours later, I'd pick him up, bathe him, feed him, put him in bed, set my alarm for two hours so that I'd wake up to turn him so that he didn't get bedsores.

MILLER: All throughout the night?

RODNEY PISTORIUS: Yeah. Every two hours, I'd get up and turn him over and then get a little bit of sleep. And at 5 o'clock the next morning, I'd start the same cycle.

MILLER: That was their lives.

RODNEY PISTORIUS: Load him in the car, drop him off, pick him up.

MILLER: Three years turn to four.

RODNEY PISTORIUS: Bathe him, feed him, put him in bed.

MILLER: Four years turn to five.

RODNEY PISTORIUS: Five o'clock the next morning, I'd start the same cycle.

MILLER: Six years. Seven years.

RODNEY PISTORIUS: Load him in the car, drop him off, pick him up.

RODNEY PISTORIUS: Load him in the car, drop him off, pick him up.

JOAN PISTORIUS: This was so horrific.

MILLER: Joan remembers vividly going up to him one time and saying.

JOAN POSTORIUS: I hope you die. I know that's a horrible thing to say. I just wanted some sort of relief.

RODNEY PISTORIUS: Load him in the car, drop him off, pick him up.

MILLER: Was there any life inside?

RODNEY PISTORIUS: I was not certain.

MILLER: It was impossible to know.

JOAN PISTORIUS: In my mind, I'd decided he'd died.

MARTIN PISTORIUS: Yes, I was there, not from the very beginning, but about two years into my vegetative state, I began to wake up.

MARTIN PISTORIUS: Yes, using the grid to speak.

MILLER: The grid is just a computer keyboard that allows him to quickly choose words and then have the computer read them out loud.

MILLER: Now, I will get to how he regained consciousness and developed the ability to operate a keyboard and the wheelchair that he uses to get around. But what you need to know is that for about eight years, while all the world thought that Martin was gone, he was wide awake.

MARTIN PISTORIUS: I was aware of everything, just like any normal person.

MILLER: He thinks he woke up about four years after he first fell ill, so when he was about 16 years old.

MARTIN PISTORIUS: I suppose a good way to describe it is like an out-of-focus image. At first you have no idea what it is, but slowly it comes into focus until you can see it in crystal clarity.

MILLER: And somewhere in this reawakening to the world, Martin realized, to his horror, that he couldn't move his body. He couldn't even speak.

MARTIN PISTORIUS: I stared at my arm, willing it to move. Every bit of me condenses into this moment.

MILLER: Martin would later write a book about this called "Ghost Boy: My Escape From A Life Locked Inside My Own Body." And this is him reading a passage about one night when he tried as hard as he could to get his father's attention.

MARTIN PISTORIUS: (Reading) I am sitting in my bed. My heart is beating as my father undresses me. I want him to know, to understand that I've returned to him.

MILLER: But nothing in his body would obey.

MARTIN PISTORIUS: My father doesn't recognize me.

MILLER: It went like this again and again - attempt.

MARTIN PISTORIUS: Dad, can't you see?

MILLER: . And failure, attempt and failure.

MARTIN PISTORIUS: Everyone was so used to me not being there that they didn't notice when I began to be present again.

MILLER: Though he could see and understand everything, it didn't matter.

MARTIN PISTORIUS: The stark reality hit me that I was going to spend the rest of my life like that - totally alone.

MILLER: And when he finally accepts this, that he truly is trapped, he said it was like something broke open in his mind. And it unleashed a fury of thoughts.

MARTIN PISTORIUS: I am totally alone. You are pathetic. You are powerless. You will be alone forever - alone forever - alone forever.

MILLER: He said the thoughts literally battered him.

MARTIN PISTORIUS: You are doomed.

MARTIN PISTORIUS: Your family doesn't see you anymore. You will never get out.

MILLER: So here is another man overrun by thoughts.

MARTIN PISTORIUS: You will never get out. You are pathetic, powerless, totally alone.

MILLER: But unlike the rest of us, he can't call a friend to talk about it. He can't go on a run to clear his head. He can't even move his position in his chair. He is trapped in his head. And so what does he do? Well, one day he just intuitively invents the very therapeutic technique that so helped the man in our last story, S. Martin just starts detaching from his thoughts.

MARTIN PISTORIUS: No one will ever show me kindness. You can never get out.

MILLER: He refuses to engage them and lets them all just float by. And he says he got really good at it.

MARTIN PISTORIUS: You don't really think about anything. You simply exist.

MILLER: Can you describe what that feels like? I wonder, is it peaceful, or.

MARTIN PISTORIUS: No, I wouldn't say it is peaceful. It's a very dark place to find yourself because, in a sense, you are allowing yourself to vanish. Days, if not weeks, can go by as I close myself down and become entirely black within - a nothingness that is washed and fed, lifted from wheelchair to bed.

MILLER: Sometimes the nurses were careless with him. They'd pour scalding hot tea down his throat or leave him in cold baths sitting all alone. One of the nurses even began to intentionally abuse him.

MARTIN PISTORIUS: You are powerless.

MILLER: But instead of allowing himself to feel the sting of these thoughts.

MARTIN PISTORIUS: I sit for hours each day staring blankly into space.

MILLER: Though there was one thought he'd allow himself to engage and savor.

MARTIN PISTORIUS: I prayed and wished with all my might to die.

MILLER: So that, my friend, was his experience of letting thoughts go.

(SOUNDBITE OF CLOCK TICKING)

MILLER: Though, occasionally there were these things.

(SOUNDBITE OF TV SHOW, "BARNEY AND FRIENDS")

UNIDENTIFIED ACTOR: (As Barney) You can always count on having a fun day when you spend it with the people you love.

MILLER: . These things that provided a kind of motivation, like "Barney."

(SOUNDBITE OF TV SHOW, "BARNEY AND FRIENDS")

UNIDENTIFIED ACTOR: (As Barney, singing) I love you. You love me.

MARTIN PISTORIUS: I cannot even express to you how much I hated Barney.

(SOUNDBITE OF TV SHOW, "BARNEY AND FRIENDS")

UNIDENTIFIED ACTOR: (As Barney, singing) We're a happy family.

MILLER: See, since all the world thought that Martin was basically a vegetable, they would leave him propped up in front of the TV watching "Barney" reruns hour after hour, episode after episode, day after day.

(SOUNDBITE OF TV SHOW, "BARNEY AND FRIENDS")

UNIDENTIFIED CHILDREN: (Singing) John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt.

MILLER: And one day, he decided he'd had enough. He needed to know what time it was because if he could know what time it was, he could know when it would end and, specifically, how much closer he was to his favorite moment in the day.

MARTIN PISTORIUS: Simply to make it to when I was taken out of my wheelchair and that for a brief moment, the aches and pains in my body could subside.

MILLER: Now, the problem was that Martin was rarely seated near a clock. So he calls upon these old allies - these thoughts - to help him carefully study the lengths of the shadows.

MARTIN PISTORIUS: I would watch how the sun moved across the room or how a shadow moved throughout the day.

MILLER: And he begins to match what he sees with little bits of information he's able to collect - what he hears on the television, a radio report, a nurse mentioning the time. It was a puzzle to solve, and he did it. Within a few months, he could read the shadows like a clock.

MARTIN PISTORIUS: Yes, I can still tell the time of day by the shadows.

MILLER: It was his first semblance of control. Simply knowing where he was in the day gave him the sense of being able to climb through it.

MILLER: And this experience ultimately led him to start thinking about his thoughts differently.

MARTIN PISTORIUS: I think your thoughts are integrated - connected and part of you.

MILLER: He realized that they could help him, and so he starts listening to them again.

MARTIN PISTORIUS: I'd have conversations with myself and other people in my head.

MILLER: And if a particularly dark thought came up.

MARTIN PISTORIUS: You are pathetic, powerless.

MILLER: . He'd try to contend with it. Like one time, shortly after having the drool wiped from his chin by a nurse.

MARTIN PISTORIUS: You are pathetic.

MILLER: He happened to notice a song playing on the radio.

MARTIN PISTORIUS: Whitney Houston was singing the "Greatest Love Of All." In the song, she says, no matter what they take from me, they can't take away my dignity.

(SOUNDBITE OF SONG, "GREATEST LOVE OF ALL")

WHITNEY HOUSTON: (Singing) They can't take away my dignity.

MARTIN PISTORIUS: I sat there and thought, you want to bet?

(SOUNDBITE OF SONG, "GREATEST LOVE OF ALL")

HOUSTON: (Singing) Because the greatest.

MILLER: The point is reengaging with his thoughts transformed his world. Life began to have purpose.

MARTIN PISTORIUS: Oh, absolutely. I would literally live in my imagination, sometimes to such an extent that I became oblivious to my surroundings.

RODNEY PISTORIUS: Load him in the car, drop him off, pick him up.

JOAN PISTORIUS: I hope you die.

MILLER: He was conscious when his mom told him that.

JOAN PISTORIUS: Oh, that's horrific when I think about it now.

MILLER: He was staring right back at her.

MARTIN PISTORIUS: The rest of the world felt so far away when she said those words.

MILLER: But this time, when the dark thought came up.

MARTIN PISTORIUS: No one will ever show me tenderness.

MILLER: . He leaned into it and began to wrestle with it. Why would a mother say that? Why would my mother say that?

MARTIN PISTORIUS: As time passed, I gradually learned to understand my mother's desperation.

MILLER: He realized that it came from profound love for him.

MARTIN PISTORIUS: Every time she looked at me, she could see only a cruel parody of the once-healthy child she had loved so much.

MILLER: Which actually made him feel closer to her. And so onward he went, trying now to understand his dark thoughts instead of just ignoring them all, which brings me to the last act of his story - the way in which Martin is able to climb out. This is a long story involving inexplicable neurological developments, a painstaking battle to prove his existence in the face of doubt and.

MARTIN PISTORIUS: Anyway, the short version.

MILLER: The short version is that over time, Martin slowly regained some control of his body. By the time he was in his mid-20s, he could squeeze your hand on occasion. And he was getting better and better at holding himself upright in his chair. Now, the doctors told his parents that he still had the intelligence level of a 3-month-old baby. But one nurse, one nurse named Verna, was convinced that there was something there. And so she eventually convinced his parents to get Martin reassessed at another medical center, where he was given a test where he had to identify different objects by pointing at them with his eyes. And he passed, not with flying colors, but he passed.

JOAN PISTORIUS: I then gave up my job.

MILLER: That's his mom again, Joan, who came home to care for Martin, help him with his physical therapy and most important, purchase this kind of joystick for the computer.

JOAN PISTORIUS: A proximity switch, which is just something that you knocked.

MILLER: And though it took him about a year to get the hang of it.

JOAN PISTORIUS: We had like school - if you want to call it - four hours in the morning every single day.

MILLER: Once he did, everything changed because suddenly he had a way to select the words he wanted to say.

MARTIN PISTORIUS: I am cold. I am hungry. I want toast.

MILLER: And as words came back, gradually, so did other things.

RODNEY PISTORIUS: He started moving his eyes and moving his head and almost nodding, asking for coffee by stirring his hands around and things like that.

MILLER: They couldn't really explain it, but.

JOAN PISTORIUS: When he gets the tools to communicate, he forges ahead.

MILLER: OK. So wherever you are standing in your life, prepare to be lapped. Within two years of passing that assessment test, Martin gets a job filing papers at a local government office.

MARTIN PISTORIUS: I wanted to prove that I could do more than just speak words via a laptop.

MILLER: Around this time, his nurse savior Verna mentioned she's having trouble with her computer. And Martin, who has not tinkered with electronics since he was 12 years old fixes it.

MARTIN PISTORIUS: Repairing a computer is a bit like going into a maze. You might go down dead ends. But eventually, you find your way through.

JOAN PISTORIUS: It was absolutely flabbergasting. I couldn't understand it.

After that he scraps the government job.

MILLER: . Starts a web design company.

MILLER: . Gets into college.

JOAN PISTORIUS: In computer science.

JOAN PISTORIUS: He's learning to drive. He always wanted to drive.

MILLER: He's learning to drive?

JOAN PISTORIUS: Martin achieves everything he wants to do.

MILLER: So how is it that Martin has been able to achieve all this? Now, I don't want it oversimplify it because it was many things - Martin's naturally strong will, flukes of electricity in the brain, a really dedicated family. But I do think that his decision to lean back into those thoughts way back when, instead of just spending his life detaching, in some way helped him, in part because it probably kept his mind occupied and allowed him to emerge this kind of well-oiled machine of mental ability, but also because I think his leaning into those dark thoughts in particular gave him a kind of self-understanding and humor about the human condition that allowed him to snag the very best thing in his life.

MILLER: This is Martin's wife.

JOANNA PISTORIUS: When Martin talks about me or types about me, he always starts smiling.

MILLER: Joanna was a friend of Martin's sister. And the two of them first met over Skype.

JOANNA PISTORIUS: I was a manager for the social work team for a hospital social work team.

MILLER: Joanna says the thing that drew her to Martin.

JOANNA PISTORIUS: I turned around, and it was just this guy with this big smile. And it's such a warm personality.

MILLER: . Was the way he began to interact with her.

JOANNA PISTORIUS: Unfortunately, I'm one of those people, I say something and then I, more often, need to say sorry I said it.

MILLER: But not with Martin. When she asked him how things work in the bathroom or what people do around you when they think you are not there.

JOANNA PISTORIUS: If I ask him anything, he'll give me an honest answer.

MILLER: And that perked her ears.

JOANNA PISTORIUS: There's no pretend.

MILLER: That first night, they talked for hours.

MARTIN PISTORIUS: She would speak, and I would type my response.

MILLER: The sister and the other friends drifted away, and Joanna just stayed there in front of the screen.

JOANNA PISTORIUS: I just really liked him.

MILLER: After that, she just kept wanting to Skype with him.

JOANNA PISTORIUS: Yeah. OK, well, he's in a wheelchair, and he doesn't speak. But I love this guy. He's amazing. It just so quickly turned into love.

MILLER: As for Martin - after over a decade convinced that he would be alone forever, he was pretty happy.

MARTIN PISTORIUS: My face would hurt from smiling so much.

JOANNA PISTORIUS: (Laughter).

MILLER: They were married in 2009. Martin was 33 years old.

SPIEGEL: One story about this poor man trapped in his own body for 13 years, another about someone who is bombarded by horribly violent images - do you think maybe our first show is a little bit heavy?

MILLER: This was a heavy show. (Laughter).

SPIEGEL: Yeah. Let's hit the dance music.

(SOUNDBITE OF SONG, "SAN FRANCISCO")

THE MOWGLI'S: (Singing) Well, I've been in love with love.

SPIEGEL: This is INVISIBILA. It's a party, everybody.

(SOUNDBITE OF THE MOWGLI'S SONG, "SAN FRANCISCO")

THE MOWGLI'S: (Singing) Something binding us together, you know that love is strong enough. And I've seen time-told tales about that.

SPIEGEL: INVISIBILIA from NPR News is me, Alix Spiegel.

MILLER: And me, Lulu Miller.

SPIEGEL: The show is edited by Anne Gudenkauf, the best editor in the world, with help from Eric Nuzum, Matt Martinez (ph) Porschia Robertson-Meegas (ph) and Natalie Kaseka (ph). Production help today from Brendan Baker (ph) and Brent Balmon (ph).

MILLER: And now for our moment of nonsense.

I'm not reading it. I was totally not reading it.

SPIEGEL: OK. But I want to take it away.

MILLER: (Laughter) To take it away.

MILLER: I can't do it without you. I wasn't even looking at it.

SPIEGEL: Join us next week for more INVISIBILIA.

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Valor: One-Man War on Arundel

When former college football star Hugh Barr Miller Jr. joined the destroyer USS Strong in August 1942, he knew he’d see combat. What he didn’t expect was that within a year he’d end up a castaway, fighting a one-man war on a small South Pacific island.

Born in Tuscaloosa, Ala., in 1910, Miller grew up on a farm in Hazlehurst, Miss. After high school he enrolled at the University of Alabama and, though of only medium build, became a star on the 1929–30 Crimson Tide squads, helping spur Alabama to victory in the 1931 Rose Bowl. After earning a law degree in 1933, Miller practiced in Mississippi until joining the Navy in 1939.

Following various staff postings ashore, Miller was assigned to the then-building Fletcher-class destroyer Strong. By February 1943 the ship was supporting American operations in the Solomon Islands. Just after midnight on July 5, while bombarding New Georgia in advance of amphibious landings, Strong was struck by a torpedo launched blindly by a Japanese destroyer 11 miles away. Soon after the destroyer USS Chevalier took off most of its crew, Strong in die helfte gebreek.

Miller had just managed to free two sailors trapped on the main deck when the ship sank beneath him. As he hit the water, several of the doomed destroyer’s depth charges detonated, knocking him unconscious and causing severe internal injuries. When Miller came to, he found himself the senior officer among a group of survivors clinging to a cluster of damaged life rafts and floater nets. Over the next three days the men drifted at the mercy of the currents. Several of the more severely injured died, and Miller sent the fittest men ashore in the damaged rafts to seek help.

No assistance came, however, and on the night of July 8 Miller and the five other remaining survivors pulled themselves ashore on a tiny islet. The speck of land was not the best haven, and after the July 10 death of one man, Miller and the four others floated their way to nearby Arundel Island. On that larger island they found water and coconuts, but they soon discovered that Japanese troops had occupied the island. The July 13 death of another sailor and Miller’s own worsening condition convinced him that the only hope of survival for the three remaining enlisted men was to leave him behind. He ordered them to do so, and on July 15 they set out across a nearby sound in an attempt to reach U.S. forces on New Georgia.

To his surprise, Miller didn’t die of his injuries. In fact, his health improved enough for him to begin searching for food. But he also found the enemy: Japanese patrols crisscrossed the island, nearly stumbling upon him on several occasions. On the morning of August 3 Miller found the body of a Japanese soldier and from it recovered socks, shoes, some tinned beef, a bayonet and two hand grenades. The following night he hurled one grenade into the midst of an enemy patrol, killing all five men.

Between August 9 and 14, using additional grenades taken from the dead soldiers and from the bodies of enemy troops washed ashore, Miller attacked several shoreline machine-gun positions, killing their crews. His depredations didn’t go unnoticed, however Japanese troops continued to comb the island in search of him.

On the morning of August 16 a low-flying U.S. torpedo bomber spotted Miller. Within an hour a Marine Corps rescue team arrived in a J2F Duck amphibious biplane, landed on a nearby stretch of calm water and rowed ashore in an inflatable boat to collect the injured but resourceful castaway. They rushed Miller to a forward aid station on New Georgia, and he was ultimately evacuated to the fleet hospital at Espiritu Santo in the New Hebrides.

On Sept. 15, 1943, with Red Cross volunteer and First Lady Eleanor Roosevelt looking on (see photo at left), South Pacific Area commander Admiral William F. Halsey Jr. awarded the still-recuperating Miller the Navy Cross in recognition of his heroic actions during the sinking of Strong and his subsequent 43-day, one-man war against the entrenched Japanese forces on Arundel.

Originally published in the January 2011 issue of Military History. Klik hier om in te teken.


Joan Miller Martin Jones Mathews, RN ’62, BSN, MSN, EdD

1998 Distinguished Nursing Alumnus of North Carolina Central University In Recognition for Excellence in Nursing Practice, Education, And Research

I, Joan Delores Miller, was born on April 24, 1937, in Traphill, North Carolina, in Wilkes County, the third child and second daughter of Pearl Campbell and Thomas Calvin Miller. I lived with my maternal grandparents and extended family on a sixty-acre farm. My mother worked for a family in Elkin and my father was a hotel cook. They came home on Wednesday and Sunday afternoons, respectively, and went back to work early Monday morning. I would be excited on Saturdays when we would go to Elkin to ship, visit our parents, and go to the movies. Sundays were spent at church and visiting relatives and friends. Social activities included games, dancing, debates, picnics, and holiday parties.

Education was emphasized in my family, as several family members were teachers and ministers. I began my education in a one-room school in Traphill. Because eight grades were taught in this room, I listened to the lessons for all the students and was able to pass two grades in one year. This school closed, and from fifth grade until my graduation in 1954, I attended Lincoln Heights High School in Wilkesboro. As class valedictorian, I gave my first major public speech from memory no notes could be used.

During my freshman year at North Carolina College at Durham (now North Carolina Central University), I became interested in nursing and decided to transfer to Lincoln Hospital School of Nursing. My goal was to work as a federal government (AID) nurse in underdeveloped countries. In my junior year at Lincoln I withdrew because married students were not permitted to attend. In 1958, I received a diploma from the Durham School of Practical Nursing and ranked first in academic achievement in my class. I was employed on the Obstetric Unit at Lincoln Hospital. Lincoln Hospital School of Nursing began admitting married students and I re-enrolled and graduated in 1962. During the graduation ceremonies, I received two awards: the Excellence in Leadership Award and the Most Technically Competent Award. I received a commendation from the North Carolina State Board of Nursing for being one of two applicants to have the highest score (714 of 800) in obstetrics on the RN licensure examination in 1962. I was working on the Medicine and Surgery Unit at Lincoln Hospital when Mrs. L.Z. Williams, Director of the School of Nursing, smiled and said, “Good Morning, Mrs. Martin, RN,” and I realized that I had passed the State Board of Nursing Examination (the school received the scores before the graduates did). I was elated I was a registered nurse! Thus, my career as a nurse truly began.

As the requirements for various career paths in professional nursing changed, I made changes as well. I continued my education as I changed positions in nursing. I obtained a bachelor of science degree in nursing in 1965 from North Carolina Central University a master of science degree in nursing in 1971 from the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill and a doctorate of education in curriculum and teaching in 1997 from the University of North Carolina at Greensboro. I retired in 1999 from the University of North Carolina at Greensboro as Clinical Associate Professor in Nursing, returned in 2000 as Adjunct Assistant Professor in Nursing, and was reappointed to serve in this capacity until 2011.

My experiences in nursing include visiting assistant professor in nursing, University of North Carolina at Greensboro, 1984-1997 assistant professor in nursing, North Carolina Central University, Durham, N.C., 1970-1984 instructor of medical-surgical nursing, Lincoln Hospital School of Nursing, Durham N.C., 1966-1968 public health nurse I, Durham County Health Department, Durham, N.C., 1965-1966 and the summers of 1969, 1971, 1972, 1974, 1975, 1979 staff nurse, medical-surgical and gynecological nursing at Duke Hospital, Durham, N.C., part-time, 1980-1983, and Watts Hospital, Durham, N.C., May 1973-August 1973 staff nurse, medical-surgeon, gynecological nurse, and emergency nursing at Lincoln Hospital, Durham, N.C., 1960-1965, 1968-1970 and private duty nurse, part-time, Duke Hospital, Durham, N.C., 1976-1977.

During my career I have enjoyed working with students in classes and in various organizations, especially the nursing sorority. I am one of the beta sponsors for the Sigma Chi Alpha Beta chapter of the Chi Eta Phi Sorority at the University of North Carolina at Greensboro and have held this position since its chartering on February 27, 1999. I was also beta sponsor when Phi Beta chapter was chartered in 1971 at North Carolina Central University and served in that position until I moved to Greensboro in 1984. I have maintained mentoring relationships with many of my current and former students. Many send me announcements of their promotions, educational pursuits and successes, and personal and family achievements.

Lincoln Hospital School of Nursing emphasized participation in civic, professional, and community organizations. Lincoln Hospital was closely associated with and received support from the community. I embraced this behavior as demonstrated by my role in professional and community-service organizations. Among these organizations are the following: NCA&T State University School of Nursing Advisory Committee, North Carolina Association of County Boards of Social Services (vice president, 2010-2012) Guilford County Board of Social Services (vice chair, 2006-2007) by Guilford County Commissioners for two terms (1/4/01-6/30/07) American Nurses Association Gamma Zeta Chapter, Sigma Theta Tau National Nursing Honor Society Lincoln Hospital School of Nursing Alumni Association (president, 1964, Ms. Lincoln Alumni 1976). Chi Eta Phi Nursing Sorority and life member of the NAACP. I have held positions in these organizations, such as president and committee chairperson. I have published articles in several journals and have completed a master’s thesis and a doctoral dissertation. My public speaking has occurred in settings such as graduation ceremonies, civic and religious programs, and workshops.

Other awards and recognitions include educational scholarships, academic achievement awards, leadership awards, induction into Colden Chain and Santa Filomena honor societies, citizenship awards, a Nurse of the Year for District 11 award from the North Carolina Nurses Association, and being nominated in 1991 for the M.L. King Service Award and Excellence as an organization advisor at the University of North Carolina at Greensboro. In 2009, I received Soror of the Year award from the South East Region, Chi Eta Phi Sorority for my contributions and leadership in nursing and the community. Since 1994 I have sponsored the Woodrow Jones Nursing Scholarship at North Carolina Central University.

I am describing the makeup of my family because I taught nursing using these different names. Students I taught at Lincoln knew me as Mrs. Martin, at North Carolina Central University as Mrs. Martin and later as Mrs. Jones, and at the University of North Carolina at Greensboro as Mrs. Jones, Dr. Jones, and Dr. Mathews. In 1956, I married Joseph H. Martin and had a Lincoln baby, Joseph H. Martin Jr. My son followed me into the health profession and is currently a physician in Atlanta, Georgia. Joseph graduated with honors from Howard University (Phi Beta Kappa) and received his medical degree from Duke University. Following my divorce from his father in 1980, I married Rev. Woodrow Jones Sr. in 1983 and moved to Greensboro, N.C. Reverend Jones died in 1994 following a two-year battle with cancer of the brain. In 1999, I married Louis H. Mathews, who is a retiree from the U.S. Air Force and U.S. Post Office. One of my nursing mentees, Lt. Colonel Elmontenal C. Allens, MS, RN, has adopted Louis and me as his parents.

As I stated at the beginning of my description of my nursing career, it really and truly began at Lincoln Hospital School of Nursing. Lincoln Hospital School of Nursing made it possible for me to have an interesting profession in nursing. I was able to be a leader in nursing and other organizations because of my excellent mentors and the support from colleagues and family to fulfill the predictions of the awards and recognitions received.


‘The Feminist Memoir Project: Voices from Women's Liberation’ edited by Ann Snitow and Rachel Blau DuPlessis

Edited by Ann Snitow and Rachel Blau DuPlessis, The Feminist Memoir Project: Voices from Women's Liberation features the writing of 32 feminist activists, including women like Kate Millett, Vivian Gornick, Jo Freeman, Barbara Smith, and others, who were at the forefront of the feminist movement that grew out of the 1960s. Answering questions like: what made these particular women rebel, what circumstances in the lives shaped their rebellion, how did they maintain the will to keep fighting, and what it was like to be integral to a movement that helped transform life for women in the United States, these essays are empowering and funny, critical and heartbreaking, and will make you think deeply about the long journey of American feminism.


Kyk die video: JOAN MILLER- SE FUE (November 2021).