Greetings, all.
I was going to wait until I had a photo to go along with this story. I do, now, GREAT, funny pictures, but I had forgotten that we can’t post photos anymore.
So, Imagine this, if you will:
It’s mid-June. I’m in Haiti, poorest country in the Western Hemisphere, where I am leading a team of teenagers from around Wyoming to donate food, clothing, toys, Bibles, medicine, work, and love, mostly at orphanages. It’s hot. Very, very hot.
So, in the course of this trip, we take a four-hour truck ride into the back country to work with a rural village/orphanage for the day. It becomes quickly obvious that no one here speaks English (the language here is Creole. None of us speak more than a few sentences). So, the food/clothing/ antibiotics/toys have been donated, but the kids are really shy–they really want to be with us, but they aren’t used to visitors (especially white ones!), so it’s hard to break the ice. Much peeking around trees at us, and some shy smiles and attempts at conversation, but not much more.
After a few attempts at communicating in Creole (which does provoke some laughter, so it wasn’t a total waste!), I decide to pull out my trusty Clarke D and start playing a tune or two. A crowd of orphans and villagers quickly gathers to see where that awful noise is coming from. A couple of the girls from the team start doing their very own rendition (: of a jig. More laughter.
A few of the braver children join in the dance, and it isn’t but a few moments until the whole lot of 'em, children and adults alike, are laughing, clapping and stomping out the beat, talking (what did they say?), having a great old time. I feel fairly secure in saying they’d never heard a tin whistle (not to mention a jig or a hornpipe) before, but it didn’t matter.
More tunes, some singing (we had a great time with “Father Abraham” and “If You’re Happy and You Know It,” even though they had no clue what they were saying!) We were all friends after that, in a way that donated food and toys could never accomplish. Ah, music is a gift from God, isn’t it? (:
Tom
p.s. If you’d like to know more about our (non-whistling) adventures in Haiti, do e-mail me. It was truly enlightening to us, really made a difference to them, and it’s fun to talk about!