DAVAR: Bridging to Literacy - Also in Romanian

DAVAR Start Games provide a fun bridge to literacy programs. The Start Games  had been posted on the DAVAR website pretty much in the order that they had been written. Our colleague Alina Ivan Molla recently put these in a better sequence from a learning/teaching point of view.

She drew on years of teaching experience in Romania in both Roma villages, experimental schools, and her own highly praised kindergarten. (In fact, even a year after she has married and moved to Sweden, the parents of her former pupils are still begging her to reopen!)

I drew on days of patient, cautious cutting and pasting to rearrange first the English, and now finally the Romanian Start Games into this new, improved order. The PDF downloads are not yet there, but the text is. This blog post celebrates that milestone!

Now for the MATH GAMES and PARENT-CHILD CLUB in English . . . and Romanian . . . .


Tél:
Copii sau adulți, indiferent de vârstă, învățământ și practică abilitățile necesare însușirii cititului și scrisului.

SCOP:
Oferă o punte spre cunoaștere, prin programe, o activitate și jocuri care vor asigura asimilarea cunoștințelor necesare în învățarea cititului, scrisului și gândirii matematice. Să atrag pe copii în procesul de învățare prin aceste activități și jocuri și să-i ajute să descoperim că învățarea academică este mult mai ușoară și mai distractivă decât au experimentat ei (probabil) anterior.

Raționament:
Este eficient și bine cunoscut principiul didactic, de a folosi ceea ce se cunoaște, pentru a explica necunoscutul. Atunci când elevii folosesc limbajul și mijloacele, pe care elevii le cunosc, în predarea temelor noi, elevii se vor simți respectați și în egală măsură motivați să învețe. Aceasta va crea mediul pozitiv necesar de capacitate de a acumula noi abilități și de a învăța noi concepte.
Chiar dacă au depășit vârsta preșcolară și anii de școală primară, oamenii încă pot învăța să citească și să scrie.Pentru ca persoana să deprindă cititul și scrisul mai întâi ar trebui să învețe anumite deprinderi; exercițiul este vital pentru a dezvolta partea secvențială a creierului, care este implicată și contribuie la procesul de învățare a materialelor școlare.

Language is Flowing III

Some claim that music is the universal language. In this case, it certainly was. None of the five people in this photo speak the same language at home. But they all sang together with gusto.
Left to right:  Romanian Romany; Bulgarian Romany; Romanian Moldovan; Moldovan Romany; English-speaking Australian.

Song:  tune known to many Christian Romany; Romani words close enough in all three dialects to sing along.

Location: recent Rroma Workers Network conference in Hungarian-speaking part of Romania. 

Languages Are Flying II

This was the most complicated situation at the Rroma Workers conference this past week. The first man spoke in Hungarian. The second man translated into Romanian. The third man translated into English. We all understood.

Communication with a Romany brother from Bulgaria was actually more straight-forward. He spoke English to me; Russian/Bulgarian to Petru from Moldova; Russian and Romani to Eduard, a Romany brother from Moldova.

I made an instant connection with a lovely young woman from Romania when I asked for "pani" (water), one of the few words I know in Romani. Fortunately, it is the same in practically all Romani dialects.

And in the midst of all the Australians, British folks, and English-as-a-second-language speakers, it was a sheer delight to meet a man from the state in America where I was born. Someone who spoke my dialect!

Mary, born in Kalamazoo

Languages are Flying

I'm at a conference sponsored by the Rroma Workers' Network in Romanian. But take a close look at this sign we passed on the way here. There are two languages on it:  Romanian and Hungarian. The fancy bus stop has a bit of a Hungarian wood-carving look to it, too. This camp is in the Hungarian-speaking region of Romania. And if that is not confusing enough, three of the guests just spoke to each other in Russian (two from Moldova; one from Bulgaria). And then the Bulgarian guest discovered that one of the Moldovans was also Romany, so they chatted a bit in Romani. 

Yes, languages are flying. Fortunately, the conference offers English and Romanian translation. The ethnically Hungarian Romanian with us speaks both of those languages, more or less fluently.

Mary, on the road

Is Someone Going to Fix that Lady's Roof?

The last post told of an elderly Roma lady in Moldova who had serious holes in her roof. Someone responded by asking, "Is someone gong to fix that lady's roof?"
Is that someone you?
You could join us in praying, the next two weeks, for a solution.
You could come to Moldova and swing a hammer (or whatever Pastor Petru Ciochina has in his hand there).
You could move to Moldova and help develop employment there.
You could donate funds (Holmes/Van Rheenen Programming) and let us know that they are going specifically towards this lady's roof.
I'm curious to see what God--and you?--are going to do.

Every Mother's Child Deserves a Meal

Sunday is Mothers' Day in much of the Western world. This lady's story is particularly fitting because she has never been a mother. She lives in a Romany village in Moldova, a country with a really minimal "old age pension." So minimal, that without the help of adult children, ordinary village women like her are almost certain to live in poverty.

Last October I was able to go with Pastor Petru Ciochina and his wife Olesea as they picked out items for food packages and as they delivered them. Each time they deliver food packages, they choose 10 different community members most in need. This lady lived in a home as neat as a pin. Flowers bloomed from the inside windowsills. A crocheted rag rug graced the floor in the entrance way. She herself had carefully combed and pulled back her hair. She was as clean and well-groomed as she could make herself. What she could not make was repairs to her roof. 

As we stood in that entrance way, I could look straight up through one hole in the ceiling to the rafters on through several other holes in the roof to the blue sky above. The lady thanked us for the food package with manners as gracious and pretty she was. We could not fix the holes in her roof. Thanks to the Texas Hunger Offering, we could supply a bag of staples chosen to see her through the next month and beyond.

We thank the Texas Christian Life Commission. Their offering to combat hunger makes programs like this possible. Want to know more? Check out their Mothers' Day Offering. Might be just the gift your mother--or a non-mother like this woman--is looking for!

Grandmother Speaks—From Where?!

Each year, PASSPORTkids Camps gives kids a different hands-on missions experience. This summer they will focus on CBF's Romany Ministries. This is a story we went which they may (or may not) use at part of the camp. We thought you would enjoy this story, too.

What kind of stories do you like to tell around a campfire? We used to tell ghost stories. This is not exactly a ghost story, though it is about someone’s grave. Sister Aliona’s grave, to be exact.

In the Roma village where Sister Aliona lived, people dug graves at least three feet deeper than normal. Why did they do this? Did they like to dig? Did they need the dirt? No, not at all. They put stuff in the grave, lots of stuff, before they even started lowering the casket down into it. What do you think they put in a grave? They would start with expensive things to drink. Fancy bottles. Colored bottles. Vintage CocaCola! Well, maybe not that. Then they would put in things to eat. Expensive things that were hard to get in Moldova, where they lived. Pineapples and kiwis. Exotic fruit. They might not have much money, but they used all they could to just load that grave all up.

Why did they do that? I don’t know. Maybe they thought the person they were burying would need all that in their next life or on their journey to that next life. Or maybe they thought that would make the dead person happy, so the dead person wouldn’t come back and haunt them. I don’t know. I do know it was not because they believed in Jesus.

Sister Aliona believed in Jesus. She believed that He forgave all her sins when she asked Him to. She believed that He loved her, that He lived with her all through her life of raising children, of burying her own husband, of watching her grandchildren grow up around her. She grew old herself. Her ears stopped hearing very well. Her eyes stopped seeing very well. She knew one day her old body would stop altogether. She was not afraid of this because she knew that then she would live with Jesus forever.

Sister Aliona

And that’s just what happened. Last year Sister Aliona died. Her grown children wanted to honor their mother with the best funeral they could give her. But two nights after she died, Sister Aliona’s oldest daughter, Silvika, had a dream. Her mother, Aliona, came and spoke to her. Aliona told her that the place where she was incredibly beautiful. It was so very beautiful that she wished Silvika and all of her other children would believe in Jesus. Then they could go to that beautiful place, too. Aliona also said she wanted a Christian funeral.

Silvika listened to her mother. After all, her mother had spoken to her in a dream all the way from Heaven! So she and her brothers and sisters gave their mother a Christian funeral. Sister Aliona’s grave was not any deeper than it needed to be. There was nothing in it but Sister Aliona’s worn-out old body. And everyone said it was a beautiful funeral.