I took a piece from my story The Journey and The Photograph.

The Journey and the Photograph

I carried a photograph with me when I returned to Liberia. An image my wife, Mary Lynn, had taken when I was 25 years old in Liberia. My long hair was auburn, I had a red beard, wore glasses and just plain looked young. I was sitting by an older man with a pipe. Joe Kepue, a man I loved for his missing tooth smile, knowledge of trees, and determination to live a native- non western life. I provided the transport, a Suzuki 125 motorcycle, as Joe showed me the rainforest, small villages and village life.

The first person I showed the photograph to was my Peace Corps forestry counterpart, Alexander Peal, Director of the Sapo National Park, Liberia’s only National Park. How I found Alex in Monrovia is a story in itself. There is no National Park Headquarters in Liberia, as well as many other government services. I was happy to see Alex and the photo showed the contrast between how I looked then and now. I hoped the photo would help jog peoples memory as well as provide a bit of proof that I had been to Liberia.

I took some time to look for the house I had lived in when I was a Peace Corps Volunteer in the village of Tapeta. I was talking to a man in front of the my old house when an amazing twist of fate occurred. I took out the picture and showed it to the man. He didn’t recognize me but recognized Joe Kepue, and told me that Joe lived in a village about miles away. I had hoped with all my heart that somehow I could meet up again with Joe. But after twenty two years I knew the odds were slim. He could have died, or more likely been displaced during the war. It was too good to be true.

Two days later I found Joe. We shook hands, embraced, and examined each other. He was 62 still in good shape and had some gray hair. My hair was gray and the beard was long gone. We traveled to his house. There we reminisced, and recounted the events we had participated in together 22 years ago. I gave Joe clothing, money, and paid for a few school tuition’s. Joe treated me to palm wine, pepper soup and gave me several chickens.

Twenty two years gave us if not wisdom at least perspective. I’ve seen friendships blossom and wither, and know how important it is to keep and sustain a good friend. Joe’s seen what it means to lose all possessions, and have friends and neighbors killed for nothing. We knew our time together was short and precious. Our differences made long lively discussions difficult, but it wasn’t important. We just like each other and know when the pauses are too long it’s time for a walk. I don’t think I’ll ever forget Joe’s words when I asked him what it was like to lose all his property. Joe replied simply and directly “We have our lives, that is what is important”.

Of course I had to leave. Someday I’ll return to Liberia and I hope to see Joe. Right now any correspondence is very round about. There’s no mail to Liberia, much less Tapeta so it’s hard to say how much communication there will be.    Emotionally this has been a very powerful experience. If I had only met the remarkable people in the Friends of Liberia delegation, or just seen Alex Peal, or Joe Kepue, or only witnessed the elections, traveled upcountry, ridden in trucks with Friends Of Liberia on them, or found my old house, my journey to Liberia would have been successful. Put them all together and they are overwhelming. I’m a lucky man. I thought I could walk back to a normal life. But the experience is too strong. I often find myself returning to Liberia.

I think that’s Mary Bennett holding the mongoose.

Now how come I can’t remember what I had for dinner yesterday but I can recognize Mary Bennett 35 years later?

Here’s one from about 1996 on a trip to Zion.

I love the colors of Zion.

Isabel’s family was unable to be with the rest of the family.

This man in an extremely poor town makes a little money selling the hats he makes.

I’ve submitted  some items to the Oregon Historical Society for their upcoming 50 years of Peace Corps exhibit.

I had promised a mongoose picture.

Here it is.

The mongoose was trying to take the meat from Mary Lynn’s  hand.

His list of accomplishments is long but what is amazing is all the good that has come from his life.  The short list of accomplishments I’ve copied.

• His pivotal role in getting John F. Kennedy elected President in 1960;
• Leading JFK’s “talent hunt,” staffing the cabinet and the upper levels of the Administration;
• Founding and leading the Peace Corps;
• Launching Head Start, Legal Services for the Poor, VISTA, and many other programs critical to the War on Poverty;
• Presiding over the Paris Peace Talks on Vietnam;
• Helping his wife to found the Special Olympics;
• Cultivating a generation of public servants who will continue to exert a powerful influence on American history for years to come.

I’ll put up a couple of tribute links.

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2011/01/18/AR2011011804789.html

http://www.theatlantic.com/politics/archive/2011/01/the-good-works-of-sargent-shriver/69677/

http://peacecorpsworldwide.org/babbles/2011/01/18/remembering-sarge/

http://www.thedailybeast.com/blogs-and-stories/2011-01-18/george-mcgovern-remembers-the-late-sargent-shriver/2/

The Peace Corps shaped my life as well as many others.

I hope people will remember his accomplishments, personality, and how the world is a better place because of his life.

Sargent Shriver made Peace Corps what it is.

One of the village elders in a village I surveyed in Liberia

I’ve started a facebook page to provide information about Friends of Liberia activities during the Sept., 2010,  50th Celebration of the Peace Corps.

Just do a search on 50th while in facebook