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A new focus

I have interrupted my archiving and transcribing to focus on the elections. I decided that handwringing and despairing would do no good to anyone and certainly not to the outcome of the elections. I joined Voter Pro Pros (VPP), a voter protection program in June. They communicate via Slack, a platform that I used some years ago and now found hopelessly confusing. In September, when the heat started to rise about the elections, I opted to join the Pennsylvania team since that is a critical state with a significant number of electoral votes. I got re-acquainted with Slack and participated in the training, several Zoom recording and live meetings. And then, at the start of this month, when the early voting by mail started, I got busy calling people whose mail in ballots were rejected because of one or another error (wrong date, no signature, no privacy envelope, etc.). I am in a team that covers 15 counties where people cannot fix their ballot errors and must show up on election day to vote a provisional ballot.

I quickly learned that many of the mail-in ballots are from elderly or disabled folks, for obvious reasons. They learned from us that their ballot had been rejected (and would not have known otherwise unless they had included their email in their mail in ballot application). If we get a voter to fix their ballot (possible in some counties but not all) then it is considered ‘cured.’ But many counties don’t allow this and so the voter must go to the polling place on election day. For those who are elderly and/or disabled, this is of course a tremendous challenge. Luckily VPP is connected to other organizations that make sure no vote is rejected since every single vote counts.

Sometimes I spent an hour leaving message after message or listening to not-in-service or disconnected-line squeaks, without reaching any live person. I won’t ever know whether the messages are received, and the voter is able to cast a provisional ballot on election day or not. But at least I am not sitting on my hands complaining.

I do experience the nervousness about this election in my belly, a tension I cannot deny. Whoever wins this election, it is going to be a shit show, either a coup attempt, or if Mr. T wins, a first step on the way to some serious damage to America. One elderly voter I reached said, “people say this is the last election.” He was quite old and so I wondered whether he meant the last election for him, but then he said, no, the last election for everyone in the US. “Is that true?” he asked. I said if he doesn’t get to cast his ballot and if Mr. T wins, then we may well have a president for life, and thus no more elections. “I will cast my vote on election day,” he said with determination.

Archiving

It is a curious phenomenon that I feel drawn to digitize things: journals, letters, photos, slides. Maybe it has something to do with my age. I want to make it easy for our kids to learn about their parents’ and grandparents’ lives before they were born or when they were still very young. And (or) maybe it is because I don’t want that history to be lost to a dumpster.

Some time ago I started transcribing and translating my diaries that chronicle so many transitions, starting in 1976:

  • From husband number 1 to husband number 2 with the accompanying roller coaster rides
  • From one continent to another
  • From dinks (dual income no kids) to parenthood
  • From dinks to single income with kids and living in NYC
  • From the intense learning on the job, both the technical aspects and navigating organizational dynamics myself and learning about them
  • From having aging parents to losing them over a period of 14 years
  • From being healthy, limber and adventuresome to being pulled out of a plane wreck
  • From working full time to working less, and less, and less.

I am far from done with this project, but I started a new one, which is a lot less daunting. For this new project I hired experts who, in exchange for a carload of money, turned my twenty five or so double 8 and super 8 reels of film into an external hard drive with all of those home movies in digital form.

While that project was handled by others, I started to transcribe and translate the letters my dad wrote when he was Tessa’s age and traveled across French speaking Africa, followed by his handwritten letters to my mom. The latter I typed in Dutch and then asked ChatGPT to translate them into English. It was done in a matter of seconds in a way I couldn’t have done as well myself. Even though I consider myself bilingual in Dutch and English, it was humbling to discover how often I had to use AI to find the right English phrases for my father’s interesting and at times funny Dutch phrases. It gave me a new appreciation for people who translated texts before we had computers and easy access to Google-Translate, and especially for those who translate(d) poetry. This project is done now. 

On to the next. There are two projects that have moved to the front burners of the stove. The first is transcribing my mother’s ‘Year by Year book,’ which, according to the publisher (John Walker & Co. LTD), is ‘A condensed, comparative record for five years for recording events most worthy of remembrance.’ She decided to make it a record for the years 1939-1943, which we now know were the war years. It is nothing like my father’s nearly daily detailed letters from Africa, but as the publisher suggests, it contains notes that she deemed worth remembering. And so I learned that my mother and her mother (resp. 21 and 45 years old), skated from Haarlem to Delft to Rotterdam to Gouda to Den Haag on January 2nd in 1940. Even by car this would be a long trip.

I am just beginning this project, but I am already struck that so far there are only a few references to Hitler and the Germans in those cold winter months of January from 1939-1943. I am sure there will be more to follow.

The next project in the long line of projects that are stacked up like  planes on a runway, is my mother’s journal about her trip from Holland to visit girls scouts in Sweden in August 1937 (she had just turned 19 then), together with a few other Dutch girl scouts. That one will require some advanced deciphering skills.


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