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working to provide hope for the future through aid to the children of Peru's Sacred Valley

“I loved my experience in Peru. The family of Becky and the volunteers who were there are inspiring. It was like going to camp for adults! I still haven't come down from my camp high and I hope I never do! Coming home from this trip has rekindled my desire to seek out living a life with more meaning. Not only do they accomplish a lot for the kids, the group gave us the opportunity to glance through the eyes of others in an intimate way. It is inspiring the same way a smile creates a catchy energy in a room. I'm excited and thankful for a refreshed outlook on what is possible in the world through ordinary (and extraordinary) people. Be inspired and get involved!
Thank you to everyone who supports making this possible.
Escuela Squad Rocks!!!”
“Dinny,
It was great working with you and I am really impressed with what you are doing there. The Becky Fund Mission 2008 was all that a volunteer could expect and more. The beauty of the Sacred Valley is an unbelievably beautiful backdrop for the task at hand. I have traveled the world doing humanitarian work and some of the poorest living and nutritional conditions I have seen are in the Sacred Valley. The basic needs of the indigenous people there are poorly met yet the people are incredibly friendly and gracious. The children are so overjoyed to receive much needed school supplies and the teachers may be even happier. Providing health care for the fist time on a Becky Fund Mission was also quite enlightening. There are many health care needs that could be better met in these remote regions with a little more effort and the nutritional and living conditions could be vastly improved with some minimal intervention while preserving the local atmosphere and culture."
“While my initial focus on our drives high into the Andes lining the Sacred Valley of Peru was the myriad of children that the Becky Fund was to serve, it soon changed to the entire community supporting those children. My eyes couldn't help but be riveted on the brightly clad ninos looking like a flock of red cardinals flying to meet us. They were joyful and appreciative. But trailing behind them were always parents, teachers, and others within the community with offerings of handshakes, or sometimes potatoes. Their gratitude shone as brightly as their smiles.
Dinny had brought some rubber tips for walking canes as she had discovered a large need for something more substantial than the rickety tree limbs most elderly or debilitated folks used to support themselves. We searched the city of Cuzco for the wooden dowels for the sticks themselves and then assembled the canes at night. One day after traveling more than three hours to a remote village where the children had to wade across a cold river to reach us we found an old woman who came from the field where she was working to see what the commotion was about. She was bare-footed and lived where the terrain would require a lot of steep climbing. Dinny dug into our stash of donated clothing and shoes to find a pair of flip-flops for the woman. But she seemed to not know how to keep them on her feet. So Dinny and Leonard set about creating a unique way of helping her keep them on with a dash of pizzazz and red ribbon. She beamed with the attention and the shoes. Before heading back to her field she was presented with a pair of rubber-tipped walking sticks to help her balance in the rugged, rocky mountains. I realized then that the Becky Fund not only reaches the children of Peru but the families of those children too.”Melissa Cole
"I feel so fortunate to have happened upon the Becky Fund Mission this year. Yet it comes as no surprise to me, since I was quickly taken into the fold after being introduced to it by my friend, Melissa Cole, a veteran of this mission in past years, and my divining rod for important causes. I, in turn, had the good fortune to invite friends and loved ones to participate, and before you know it, we really had a remarkable group of people.The trip was wonderful, with all of the excitement of the children and the fun getting to know new friends. We had evenings of celebration, but also some more somber times of remembering Becky and Michael. All of us greatly admire Dinny for carrying their spirits with her to give the gift of learning to the children of the Sacred Valley.
I don’t think that I can agree enough with Drew’s assessment of the health care needs of the children of the Sacred Valley. We had the rare opportunity to join in with the local public health care effort, being transported out to the most remote villages. Poverty and nutritional deficiencies are the norm there, and even the smallest of contributions are met with incredible gratitude and serenading. The people touch you with their kind and unassuming nature. The children of the Sacred Valley, like all children, are always ready to play with you, and their joy and enthusiasm just draws you in.
I really look forward to spreading the word about the Becky Fund. Volunteers get such a unique and intimate view of the Sacred Valley, its people, its landscape, its needs. I’m not sure that it’s possible to go on such a mission and not to think back to it or to compare it to future trips taken. It stays with me.
My hat is off to Dinny and her crew. Her incredible dedication has created a model opportunity to touch both the people of the Sacred Valley as well as the volunteers who have the good fortune and initiative to join in."
La siguiente historia acerca del hermano de Becky, Mike, se publicó en el Birmingham News el 11 de noviembre de 2007.
Amaba la vida pero ponía en duda los convencionalismos.
Erin Stock
Periodista
Pedazos de la vida de Mike Prichard cubren una parte de la pared en un pasillo estrecho en el Bare Hands Gallery en Birmingham, Alabama.
Los artículos y las fotos abarrotan la ofrenda dedicada a él dentro de un espacio más o menos el ancho de una chimenea y salpicado con caléndulas.
En el centro, sobre una repisa de madera montada en la pared, está una carta escrita en letra cursiva y firmada con un beso con lápiz labial: "Querida Christine, ¡estoy tan enamorado de ti! ¿No serás mi querida por favor? Con amor, Michael."
Alrededor de las palabras están fotos de Prichard con su esposa, Chris, y otros miembros de la familia. En la repisa hay un libro en miniatura, "The Joys of the Garden" y un pequeño jarrón con batería de cocina que alude a uno de sus talentos. La colección de cosas de la vida de Prichard es parte de la exhibición de la galería para El Día de los Muertos. En los últimos años Prichard honró a su hermana menor por medio de la exhibición. Este año su esposa lo está honrando a él. Prichard murió en septiembre a la edad de 40 años en un accidente en su casa de Forest Park. La ofrenda muestra una foto de Prichard haciendo senderismo con su hija, placas de los seis estados donde había vivido con Chris antes de que tuvieran hijos, guantes de jardinero manchados de tierra, entradas de concierto del House of Blues y una pegatina de parachoques de Bob Marley: "Emancípate de la esclavitud mental. Nadie más que nosotros mismos puede liberar nuestras mentes."
Prichard, quien adornaba su carro con pegatinas de parachoques políticas, llamaba a Russ y Dee Fine y discutía con los presentadores de programa de radio. En sus conversaciones cotidianas, animaba a otros a poner en duda los convencionalismos y le encantaban las discusiones provocadoras.
También vivía el cambio que exigía. Hace poco él y su esposa empezaron a renovar casas utilizando productos ecológicamente sanos y planeaban abrir un negocio que proveyera material de construcción <
Cada día mandaba a su hija de 5 años, Marley, a la escuela con una ensalada del jardín y le enseñaba a cocinar. Prichard les leía Mark Twain a ella y a su hijo de 3 años, Avery.
"Después de que nació Marley, dijo, "Sabes, mamá, tenías razón,"" dijo Dinny Bomberg, recordando que una vez le había dicho a su hijo que si tuviera hijos, los amaría mil veces más que amaba a los perros y otros animales.
Durante la mayoría de su carrera, Prichard hacía trabajo independiente de producción de cine y de televisión, incluyendo el departamento de arte, la mezcla de sonido, tareas de iluminación y cámara. Era trabajador y un verdadero "MacGyver" que venía a un rodaje con una caja de herramientas y encontraba una manera de hacer que las cosas funcionaran, dijo Allen Rosen, un colega y amigo. La mamá de Prichard dijo que su hijo nunca tenía miedo de intentar cosas nuevas. Cuando tenía 3 años, quitó los ruedines de su nueva bicicleta y aprendió a andar en ella sin ellos.
Tocaba el bajo, el violín, la guitarra y el piano y fue miembro de varias bandas durante su vida. Cuando Chris lo conoció, dirigía una galería de arte en St. Paul que daba conciertos en el sótano. La primera vez que lo vio, Chris estaba con su novio y le soltó la mano. Los ojos de Prichard la cautivaron. Eran ojos azules e intensos que contenían un poco de travesura.
La pareja viajaba juntos y vivieron en Montana, Utah, Maine y Nuevo Hampshire, finalmente se mudaron a Birmingham en 1997.
Un huerto de arándano e higuera se está sembrando en su memoria al Jones Valley Urban Farm. Si a alguien le interesa ayudar, puede reunirse con los voluntarios los sábados desde las 10 de la mañana hasta mediodía.It has been another successful summer session for Becky Fund volunteers Aaron Ebner, Dave Scott, Sean Duffey, and myself, as we traveled to Choquecancha in support of the local elementary school. The small pueblo of Choquecancha rests halfway up the Lares valley, in a picturesque spot about two hours drive from the Becky Fund base in Calca.
Aaron and Dave arrived in early July to make preparations, after spending much of the previous year diligently fundraising thousands of dollars. They spent significant time and effort in the purchase and transport of materials, in hiring construction expertise, and in the general arrangements with the Choquecancha school administrators. They also purchased books and school supplies for the school library. Most of the materials had to come from Calca and
To begin the work, Dave and Aaron carried dozens of mud bricks down a winding mountain road to the job site, where our construction experts were there to evenly cement them into place. Upon the completion of these crude walls, trees from astride the main road were felled to provide roof beams. After a thin metal roof was installed, a bright white layer of stucco provided an impressive aesthetic improvement. Much work remained on the interior of this building, however, and luckily Sean and myself arrived soon after to help tackle this task. Upon our arrival, we four merry gringos set to work digging out the floor of the new building and installing floor beams. We had a great deal of interest, and a bit of help from the schoolchildren as well, who would wake us from our tents in the morning and keep us entertained through
We also constructed a second building in order to house some of the kitchen equipment, and this entailed the transport of some 300 adobe bricks from the village supply, about 150 meters up the winding road. Between carting these bricks and a great deal of cement mixing materials, we were quite filthy and exhausted at the end of our workdays. Our locally hired experts, however, often worked 10 hours a day for the entire month straight! Needless to say we were quite inspired by their work ethic; we often blamed our own short 8 hour days on the altitude!
During the continuing construction and completion of these two school buildings, we set to work furnishing the school’s library. We were able to purchase an impressive collection of books from
Upon our departure date, the school administrators were incredibly gracious. Many of the students lined up to sing songs of thanks, while the parents and teachers cooked us each a 4 lb choice cut of goat meat. A small ceremony was held during which one of our administrator friends, Ephraim, said a few heartfelt words of thanks. We broke a bottle of champage over the vestibule, said many friendly goodbyes, and headed on our way home.
Arrangements were also made for the 8th grade class to take a trip to
We would like to send our thanks and best wishes to our friends in Choquacancha, Calca,
-Ethan Ebner