Covid-19 poem
June 28, 2020covid-19 haiku
June 28, 2020Covid-19 dreams
a night of insomnia
missing everyone.
The story of Martin Engbringhof
May 17, 2020The story of Martin Engbringhof, my great-grandfather
Martin was born in the Netherlands on August 20, 1857, 96 years almost to the DAY prior to my birth Aug. 19th, 1953. The family is from the part of the Netherlands called “Friesland” so in all likelihood they spoke “Frisian” and not “Dutch” at home. Friesland is a northern state of the country of the Netherlands, on the coast. Martin was born in St. Jacobiparochie, Het Bildt, Friesland, the Netherlands. His FATHER, Martin Martens Engbrighof, was born in Marrum, Ferwerderadeel, also in Friesland, and his MOTHER, Feikje Dirks Koopma, was born in Frouwenparochie, Het Bildt, Friesland. So we are definitely Frisian.
From what we know, Martin had a brother born 2 years before him, but he only lived for 2 years. His name was Marten spelled with an “e”. Then MARTIN was born the same year that his older brother died. Then he had a younger brother, Dirk Martens, born in 1858 but he died that same year. Then another boy was born 7 years later, in 1865. They named him “Dirk” also. He lived a long life of 74 years. Martin and Dirk had 2 younger sisters, first Sjoukje, born in 1868 and she lived for only 29 years. The baby girl, Antje, died the same year she was born in 1871. So out of 6 children born to Martin’s parents, only himself and his brother Dirk lived a long life.
Martin got married on June 5, 1879, to a woman named Trijntje van Schepen. They were both 21 years old. Their first child, a girl named Fekje, was born 3 months later on September 27, 1879. The next year, on New Year’s eve, Dec.31, 1880, they had another baby girl named Flora. It appears Martin made a few trips back and forth from Holland to America, but at any rate, by Jan. 1st, 1883, they lived in Lafayette, Indiana, United States, and in 1884, their 3rd daughter, Martha, was born there in October 1884. After coming to America, Martin changed his last name from “Engbringhof” to “Brink”, and their daughter, Fekje, became “Fannie”. I remember Great Aunt Fannie at family reunion picnics. She was always very nice to kids, but wore old Dutch black dresses that hung down low. In 1885, Martin’s only son, Henry, was born, but he only lived one year. At that time, Martin worked at a place called “Car Works” and was listed as a “laborer”. (This doesn’t quite make sense to me because what cars existed in 1885? This is what ancestry.com says is in the Lafayette city directory for 1885-1891.)
Another daughter, Clara, was born in 1889 and finally, MY GRANDMOTHER, Cena, in 1891. At the turn of the century, by June 1900, they lived in the country near Lafayette, in “Wayne Township”. Martin was 42 years old and his wife, who now was named Trena and nicknamed “Kate” was also 42. Living with them were their youngest 3 girls, Martha now 15, Clara age 11, and “Sennie” age 8. From Cena’s stories, I know that at this age, Sennie was going to school and loved it. She had to quit school to never return to it by 6th grade. She never wanted to quit school but she had to go to work in other peoples’ houses, doing cleaning services, AND, give the money back to her father, Martin Brink. For the rest of her life she was very proud of the fact that she knew ALL the state capitals, and delighted in us, her grandchildren, asking her to name them when she was an older woman. I feel sad that she had to quit school, don’t you?
In this year of 1900, Martin said he immigrated to America in the year 1882. His work is listed as “farmer” and he rented, not owned, the farm. It was listed as farm #11. They also had 2 men working for them, who were listed as servants, but “white”. They were Dutch also. At some point he became an American citizen, but I don’t know when that was.
In 1910, the family was still out in Wayne Twp., but by 1920 they had moved back into town. By that year, they lived at 1709 Hartford St., which is in the same neighborhood my mother was born in, and the neighborhood where my father and mother met each other. Martin is 63 years old and listed just as a “laborer”. All the girls are now married and living apart from he and Trena. Ten years later they are still in this house but he is no longer working. Trena is sometimes called “Catherine” or “Kate”. She only lives one more year, passing in 1931. She died by falling down a basement stairway and cerebral hemorrage! And THEN, four years later, Martin marries Kate’s SISTER, Flora! They were married in 1935. I noticed in a wedding announcement that only a couple of relatives came, and my grandmother Cena did not. She told me when I was a child that “he needed somebody to cook for him”. That is one of the family stories. It is interesting that FLORA was also the name of his first wife’s mother.
Another not-so-complimentary story of Martin is from my great-aunt Tina. When Tina was a little girl, she was looking at herself in a handheld mirror, and Martin came up behind her and said, “You look in that mirror too long and you will see the DEVIL in it!” and scared her. Martin was a member of the Dutch Reformed church, a church in the Puritan tradition. No dancing, no frivolities, just serious work.
Martin Brink only lived for one more year, passing at age 79, on Nov. 1st, 1936. He is buried next to his first wife, Trena (Kate, Catherine, Trejntje), in Springvale cemetery in Lafayette. I’ve been there, the gravestone is a dark rose color, in the back of the cemetery on the left side, up a small hill. His death certificate lists “myocardial….something” and arteriosclerosis as the problem. Heart attack, hardening of arteries. At his death, he left quite a family with 17 grandchildren and also I think 6-7 great-grandchildren.
Teaching philosophy
May 13, 2020One of the standard requirements, now,
is a teaching philosophy,
to prove your worth as a teacher,
— with stories of how you inspire
critical thinking in the classroom, through
engaging conversation,
applying sociological thought
to the world that students live in.
Do they mean the world of twitter,
— instagram, or snapchat?
the world of Facebook Messenger,
— the culture of Zoom?
Engagement means to understand
we live in a brave new world,
o fast-paced interaction
of 5-minute blips of TV news,
where knowledge is at their fingertips
so what can I possibly say,
while standing right in front of them
50 minutes a day?
Engagement is to forget everything
they ever learned in school,
what will be on the test tomorrow,
whose assignment they can borrow.
It is very hard to analyze
the world we live in, as we live it,
but that is our task, to see
the end in the beginning,
to challenge all around us,
and the way we are told to be,
to imagine, to ask why that is,
that is my teaching philosophy,
to have them think creatively,
to never accept what we do,
to ask why we do it,
and to build their world anew.
cfblack, 05-13-2020
paper gradebook
May 11, 2020I work all morning
print my excel gradebook
onto actual pages,
which then are stapled
into the required
paper gradebook
due today.
And I wonder
who might return 5 years from now
to challenge a grade,
when my college online grading program
AND Microseoft Excel
may be out-of-date technology
and impossible to read.
cfblack, 05-11-2020
new direction
April 30, 2020Yesterday, I awoke at 7,
read papers till 2am,
driven by coffee and adrenalin,
and the prospect of the end,
and I know, a lot of it is me,
I refuse to accept mediocrity,
I want them all to do their best,
so I take the time to judge,
Did they learn to write with clarity?
did they take it to the end,
did they write their project logically?
is it something to defend?
I know not what a difference it makes,
or whether or not they care,
what matters is being true to yourself,
when no one else is there,
And yet, my work is killing me,
my energy is less,
“To every thing there is a season”*
and a change is for the best,
There will be a new direction,
as I learn to take a breath,
and “a time for every purpose
under heaven”.*
cfblack, 04-30-2020
*Ecclesiastes 3:1
online classes
April 16, 2020I teach 6 classes,
6 different preps,
at a school where most
struggle through a semester,
coming to class, and interacting.
in a call and response sort of way,
laughing with friends,
and carrying on,
— challenging me
as I question them.
Their ghosts now walk the empty halls,
where they stand, leaning into each other,
away from home, enjoying their freedom,
friends helping one another.
We now interact
in a virtual world,
where classes are held on screen,
They send assignments by email and phone,
while keeping the virus away.
This virus is a menacing thing,
and people need each other,
We do our best to make it through,
while wanting to be together,
I asked them what they learn from this
that they wouldn’t know otherwise,
they said, “Be prepared, and wash your hands,
and never take LIFE for granted”.
cfblack, 04-16-2020
Palm Sunday
April 5, 2020I always liked this one best,
where Jesus rode into a village,
Riding on a donkey
to Jerusalem,
His entrance made in humbleness,
not as a King before His God,
people paved His way,
made a path with palms of trees,
calling “LORD!”, in their excitement
as He rode up to their Temple.
— And once He did arrive,
— He stormed into their palace,
overturned the many tables
of robbers and thieves.
— I loved going to church on this day,
holding a palm in my own hands,
remembering His courage,
in the face of death.
— I loved this one more than Easter,
which never made sense to me,
why suddenly His physical body
would return,
and after showing Himself again,
He rose into the sky?
as if heaven were a place among the clouds?
Without the resurrection,
He is still the Son of God,
His proof is in His words
and how He changes peoples’ lives,
Love thy neighbor as thyself,
Forgive all those who harm you,
Have purity in your dealings,
Be humble before your God.
cfblack, 04-05-2020
Matthew 21 As they approached Jerusalem and came to Bethphage on the Mount of Olives, Jesus sent two disciples, 2 saying to them, “Go to the village ahead of you, and at once you will find a donkey tied there, with her colt by her. Untie them and bring them to me. 3 If anyone says anything to you, say that the Lord needs them, and he will send them right away.”
4 This took place to fulfill what was spoken through the prophet:
5 “Say to Daughter Zion,
‘See, your king comes to you,
gentle and riding on a donkey,
and on a colt, the foal of a donkey.’”[a]
6 The disciples went and did as Jesus had instructed them. 7 They brought the donkey and the colt and placed their cloaks on them for Jesus to sit on. 8 A very large crowd spread their cloaks on the road, while others cut branches from the trees and spread them on the road. 9 The crowds that went ahead of him and those that followed shouted,
“Hosanna[b] to the Son of David!”
“Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord!”[c]
“Hosanna[d] in the highest heaven!”
10 When Jesus entered Jerusalem, the whole city was stirred and asked, “Who is this?”
11 The crowds answered, “This is Jesus, the prophet from Nazareth in Galilee.”
12 Jesus entered the temple courts and drove out all who were buying and selling there. He overturned the tables of the money changers and the benches of those selling doves. 13 “It is written,” he said to them, “‘My house will be called a house of prayer,’[e] but you are making it ‘a den of robbers.’[f]”
April 3, 2020
This virus
causes untold damage
to our psyches,
as our fears
become reality
and this feels like it could last forever.
It won’t,
we will survive,
but for untold years after,
we will be afraid.
It will reappear
in our dreams
as a nightmare.
cfblack 04-03-2020
March 29, 2020
For the first time I realize,
I could die.
Many my age have already gone,
People with money and those without,
People with issues and some with health,
This one is vicious,
It’s not the flu,
it leaves you gasping for breath.
You die alone
no visitors,
or they will be exposed.
This is no joke
it’s very real
and could hit anyone,
so tonight, I see it could be me,
my daughter, or my son,
All we can do is wash our hands,
Stay away from everyone.
cfblack, 3-26-2020