Noting the passing of Wangari Maathai, a Kenyan woman who won a Nobel Prize due to her work, in part, with the Green Belt Movement.
She was something of an additional celebrity in our house after my wife’s mother gave the boys a wonderful book called Wangari’s Trees of Peace.
A brief aside for those who don’t know the family … my mother in law, Catherine Cooke (aka The Venerable), recently retired as the Episcopal archdeacon of Vermont, is a wonderful example of peace and social justice. Her book selections for the boys are always excellent, thoughtful and promote thinking about the best way to live one’s life.
So we read Wangari’s Trees, talked about her efforts to change the world, how it upset the people in power, how the government men came with clubs to put her in prison but how her message spread even then, leading to massive reforestation of fragile lands clear-cut for crops. The boys were rapt.
A couple of days later, we came downstairs to find the boys wailing on the living room furniture (and occasionally each other) with wooden sticks from a set of blocks I made them.
When asked what they thought they were doing, they proudly exclaimed: “We’re the government men with clubs!”
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Wonderful! My sister-in-law Michelle, also an Anglican priest, one year tried to convince all the kids in her parish to dress up for Halloween as biblical figures. One night at dinner she went on and on about the possibilities: Moses, Paul, Luke, etc. The she looked expectantly at her teenage son, and asked: “Simon, who are you going to dress up as?” Without even thinking about it he replied: “Darth Vader.”