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Monday, May 02, 2005

My Family Tree

My Family Tree is a story of my father's family on his father's side: Much of the information I obtained from my father's Aunt Pauline (my grandfathers sister) who lived in Savannah, Geaorgia until her death in the early 1990's. Some parts of this story is fiction, or as I imagined it must have been since I do not have accurate data to support my African ancestors version. But the main characters I present are all true. The life of Aunt Pauline, whom I met in the early 1970s and interviewed, just out of curiosity, is also true & fascinating. I will include her story as I take this trip back into the Lives of my Ancestors. These are decendants of Judge James Moore Wayne, a US Supreme Court Judge. His relationship with his slave mistress, Nancy Clifford is where I begin. I will introduce her first as I imagine myself stepping on the shores of Malawi, East Africa, sometime back in the early 1800s.

Chapter I: The Waters Edge
There had been several, scorching hot days in Malawi, formerly known as Nyassaland, East Africa. Tracing back in history, the year was sometime in the mid 1800's when by the waters edge Nancy went off to wash clothes and never returned! When she didn't return home by nightfall, her family became worried. They tried so desparately not to lose anymore family members, now Nancy was missing.

I can still hear her momma crying out, "Nancy, Nancy"! "I pray to God she's not taken!" But O, what must have been her worst nightmare, for a slave ship was docked by the wateredge for days. And had just pulled away from shore, when the family realized Nancy was gone.
No one expected Nancy would have been stolen and sole into slavery, she was very frail, only 13 years old. The man who purchased her was a prominent, Supreme Court Judge from up North. This Judge had a plantation in Savannah, Georgia. Judge Wayne needed several strong Negroes to provide service for his household and land holdings. Nancy was beautiful, with an attractive figure though slim, and Judge Wayne made sure she was kept in his household as their personal maid.

The Family History
I've known about Judge James Moore Wayne for more than 40 years, I even tried to do a mini research on him during my early days in college but all I could find at the time were a few news clippings identifying him as an abolishionist. He was not in favor of slavery, yet he owned slaves. From the Family Tree outlined for me by Aunt Pauline Stoney, he had a family up North, a wife and three children and fathered three children with Nancy Clifford. This was the beginning of my Family Tree, on my father's side. Nancy had two sons and one daughter by Judge Wayne. The sons died early but his daughter, Elizabeth Wayne, was called Danny, according to my father's Aunt Pauline. Her mother, was Danny's daughter and so as I make my way through the listings and the notations I will bring this all familiar story in the lives of black Americans to light. My dad, Bob Stoney, passed away in 2003. He was not too eager for me to do much research into his family history. I suspect he felt embarrassed by the knowledge of being the great grandson of a white Judge, especially knowing how this was so frowned upon during his lifetime. Dad was born in 1919; lived during the depression and was not too eager to discuss the awful effects of slavery and rascism. Although he was very lightskinned, with green eyes he often shunned even eating in restaurants as recent as the 1980s. He was self conscious about his coloring and eyes, knowing all too well, blacks only looked like that if they had white blood running in their veins.
He would say to me, "Babe, these people don't want us eating in their restaurants!" Remembering, back when there were signs, that read, "For Whites Only"!
O Dad, those days are gone! Boy was I wrong! (to be continued!)

Sunday, May 01, 2005

TheMaster'sGift

Today after the Question, "What will the gift be??" What a surprise when I attended my church service,that Sunday and was asked to cantor, to lead the congregation in song; my gift for this silent Sunday was to "make a joyful noise" and no matter if I can sing or not; it only matters that I said "yes, if the director needed me to sing, I'll sing". IT turned out to be a gift for me. I'll continue to place my gratitude before my Beloved! I plan to bring a special gift today; MY FAMILY TREE!! I'm hoping to bring the story of a slave girl named Nancy & a Judge named James Moore Wayne, slave owner in Savannah, Georgia. Stay posted!
How Can I Keep From Singing?

Well,Today! May 1st, Sunday silence and my second monastery visit with joy and peace I run to sit a HIS feet! THanks for allowing me time to spend this quiet day awaiting your visits, Lord. Returning to the chapel of my monastery mindset I'm remembering the past few weeks of sorrow: death of Pope John Paul II, joy over the selection of Pope Benedict XVI .

Walking through my peaceful space, I stop to reflect on yesterday, and the precious visit with my deceased son's daughter. I took her and her little sister to see The Lion King at the Amsterdam Theater, a rainy but special day. What a great day we had, the play was extraordinary. It was their first play ever & they had the best time. So did Grandma!!

As I rest today from the flurry of people, traffic and concern for the safety of these two precious grands, I'm reminded of the many gifts I'm so fortunate to have been given. My seven children, the youngest, my son Abby, would have been 34 on 4/5/05; so tragically murdered in 1995, and yet, we are so grateful that he left us a beautiful daughter. What a blessing!

Tears filled my eyes, during the play, when the little Lion cub, Simba, was looking down at his dad and crying out, "Dad, Dad, you can't die!!" I thought of Abby & his sweet little daughter who was only 2 when he left her. She's such a sweetheart, almost 12 years old now and so caring and loving. I took them out for dinner after the show and how special it was when my little grand asked if she could take some of her dinner home for her mom. "Of course, sweetheart!

The gift of these young hearts brighten my life!

Monday, April 11, 2005

Vocabulary List for ESL Nursing STudents

Vocabulary List for ESL Nursing Students

This is a list of vocabulary words identified by Chinese students. My trip to China in December, 2003 was wonderful and helped me understand how energized and eager these students are to learn. This is just the beginning of a project I hope to design to assist as many ESL (English as a second language) who wish to improve their understanding of Nursing Language. While teaching a preparatory class to a group of nurses in China I began each class with the following format:

• Framework
• Nursing Process
• Roles of Nurses in America
• Differences in Practice between China and USA
• New concepts; Write one new learned topic, concept; idea; patient situation
• Memorable Vocabulary Words
Critical Thinking
• What do I know? What do I need to know?
• What’s significant about what I know?
• Many drugs in same category have same side effects. See p574-575 antihyperglycemics by mouth have same action. Insulin rapid acting; long acting
• Antihypertensives Anti-infectives: eg Ancef; keflex; Anti-inflammatory: p580

New Words and Basic Concepts
Prepared by Camille Bodden---12/03
This is a list I prepared from the students at the end of each class!

• Sullen mood; adolescent; Alzheimer; neural; ileostomy; fertility; playmate; bronchoscopy; a hydatiform molar pregnancy; gonadotropin hormone; mania; minor cuts; Scar; acting out behavior; gag; dill pickle; Cereal; crutch walking; cystic fibrosis; ultrasound;
• Allopurinol; prostatectomy; pernicious anemia
• Corticosteroid; cephalohemtoma; puff;
• Laryngectomy; variable decelerations;
• Lamaze method of child birth; Democratic style of leadership; epistaxis; epidural narcotics; crackles; rhonchi; Coombs test
• PRN; wheeze;pinch; nasogastric; rinse;
• Obese; succession; schizophrenia; emesis
• Rubella; refrain;

• Ventilator; acetaminophen; estradiol; menopausal; strategy; hysterectomy;
• Hepatitis B; paracentesis; CHF; Trendelenburg; DVT; incision; transdermal
• RSV; contraindicated; cachextic;
• Calf; enteric; calf pain; lipid

• Mammogram; deodorant; IEF; discrepancy
• Applesauce; dysphagia; IDDM; milliliter
• Hematuria; ecchymosis; ALL; millet; episodic; insomnia; EEG; MRI;
• Foley cath; hallucination; Ilizarov external fixator; gastroperesis; disruptive; obstetrician; dye tablets; radiopague;
• Diced; Luminal; milieu;farewell; unkempt
• Pallor; phenobarbital (Luminal); ibuprofen;
• Disfigure; milieu therapy; allergic; electroencephalogram; nausea;
• Are there many psychologists in USA? Are there many people to see psychologists when they have too much stress?
• Deodorant;
• Hallucination; foley catheter; ideation
• Jaundice; urea nitrogen; Munchausen;
• Dementia; gestation; Sickle Cell Anemia;
• Antiembolism; indewelling urinary cath
• Ascites; biophysical profile; vascular dementia;


• New words from:12/22/03 Let’s sing!
• Ventilator; acetaminophen; estradiol; menopausal; strategy; hysterectomy;
• Hepatitis B; paracentesis; CHF; Trendelenburg; DVT; incision; transdermal
• RSV; contraindicated; cachextic;
• Calf; enteric; calf pain; lipid;
• BPP; BBP; proxy; agranulocytosis; Glucotrol, amniocentesis; pretibial edema
• PE; MI; heparin; anticoagulant; SBS; hypothyroidism; mastoid; oncology;
• Hyperlipidemia; lipoprotein; septic; TIA
• BUN; TEDS; ammonia; thrombosis
• Cholesterol; glipizide;albumin; retinal; culture specimens;bradycardic;
• Hallucination; foley catheter; ideation
• Jaundice; urea nitrogen; Munchausen;
• Dementia; gestation; Sickle Cell Anemia;
• Antiembolism; indewelling urinary cath
• Ascites; biophysical profile; vascular dementia;



• Ventilator; acetaminophen; estradiol; menopausal; strategy; hysterectomy;
• Hepatitis B; paracentesis; CHF; Trendelenburg; DVT; incision; transdermal
• RSV; contraindicated; cachextic;
• Calf; enteric; calf pain; lipid

Sunday, April 10, 2005

Monastery Mindset

It's Sunday morning, 5am: I'm silent on Sundays,I began this practice in 2004. I begin by listening.The birds are awake and singing such sweet songs as they begin to stir. I am drawn to an imaginery monastery in my mind and have decided to set out on a journey back through the ROOMS of time. I choose to begin in the boarding school my mom sent me to in 1950. As I reflect I can remember it so well:
The bells rang to wake us up for morning prayer. How tired I am,(I'd say to myself) prayer seems so unnecessary at 5am; especially for an 8 year old. My sister, just one year older, is in another dormatory. The nuns moved me from sleeping next to her after I had a few nights where I couldn't make it to the unfamiliar rest room area, I just stayed in bed and woke up wet. The nuns were not too happy about bedwetting so I was moved to another dorm with a thinner mattress, I felt isolated and very unhappy. So saddened by the separation, I began a Hunger Strike, a secret wish to die so my mom would take us home. No such luck; a nun politely and forcibly made me eat; I didn't die, and now I live to tell the story!

Holy Providence, made me aware that God is real! He is and was a loving Presence during those early 1950s. I'm grateful for all of those experiences. My life now reflects a return to the MonasteryMindset; reckoned to old to enter a cloistered community. I will create my own space for reflection.
Shrrrrrrrrrrrr!!
Let us begin with a call to prayer; It's Sunday, please remain silent *as much as possible; and listen for the voice of God. Listen with the ears of your heart.
My monastery is huge, it has several rooms. This morning I will go to the chapel and kneel down to pray for Peace; peace in the whole world: Iraq; Congo; Darfur; Ireland; Palestine; Beirut; USA; for my family and friends; for bloggers; for my beloved children; for the Pope as he has left us a legacy of Love which will unfold as the years go along; for the young man who murdered my son; for my enemies.

It's difficult to be silent; to be still and wait for what seems to be nothing. Remembering to be grateful for all my gifts, this morning I will bring one gift to the chapel, as I enter into this silence I will hold the gift in my hand until my Beloved comes to me.
What will the Gift Be?
Will my Beloved speak to me about the gift?
Come let us enter the MonasteryMindset and wait!!

Friday, April 08, 2005

Bodden's WebbLight

Second post! First one was lost in BlogLeaven! My new and very first blog space is exciting, thanks to my daughter Amy Bowllan, KFTeachersblog site!
I'm embarking on the adventurous " Bloggingaragesail"! Come Aboard!! It's a stormy time in my life but I'm willing to let the winds of changes have their sway!
My name: Camille Bodden, RN MSN; nursing faculty for 20 years at Queensborough Community College in Bayside, New York.
In my lost first blogging attempt, a few seconds ago; I told someone in blogger heaven all about my struggles and sorrows. I wrote all about how there will be a few tears shed this 2005 as I'm saddened by the death of Pope John Paul II; it's the tenth anniversary of the death of my 7th child, my youngest son, Abdul. He would have been 34 on 4/5/05; he was murdered by a young man out on parole up in Buffalo while attending college; the young man is presently serving time in prison. I pray for him, for his soul & for his conversion.

I will be sharing a few of my passions: Spirituality, Culture; Experiences in Nursing, my trip to China in 2003 to teach nursing students (awesome!); Marriage , Motherhood, (raised 10 children) & Widowhood.
It's great to be apart of this wonderfully, challenging 21st century.

Welcome aboard Boddensweblog!!!
 
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