It was kind of a shock to get a reminder for Eduardo's birthday.
Not that I didn't know he was having a birthday, but reading "Eduardo will be
54" kind of hit me.
But if course he is 54. He turned 22 when he lived with us, in
1981.
(The figures on the side of the banner are having a conversation:
"What's new? What's new?" "Eduardo's 22." That is, left
to right: David, Tom, Ned and Paul, who looks like he just woke up.)
Eduardo
changed our lives. If it weren't for Eduardo, we would never have had ten years of
international exchange students. I would never have learned Portuguese, Ned and Tom
would never have visited Brasil, I never would have made friends with Roz and Stan in
Maryland, I never would have had the chance to travel all over the country for meetings.
I had always thought, in passing, that it might be fun to host an
exchange student, but given the "casual" (i.e., sloppy) nature of my
housekeeping, I never thought that would be possible. No way I could keep a house
neat and tidy for a year for a high school student.
But when someone asked me if we would be willing to host an older
student for 3 weeks, I thought I could probably do that. It was through The
Experiment in International Living and a group of Brasilians would be arriving in Davis,
needing accommodations for only three weeks. Well, heck, even *I* should be able to
keep the house clean for 3 weeks, so I said we would take a student.
We received a dossier with information about Eduardo, who was from
Rio de Janeiro, and who seemed like a nice looking guy. On the appointed day, all
the families gathered at the home of the coordinator and we met our student.
Lord...was I ever that thin...that young....?
We brought him home and he immediately started bonding with the kids.
Especially Tom and David, who were the "babies" (David was 9, Tom 10).
I was happy that he spoke pretty good Englsh, and he was so serious about improving
his English. We constantly had casual English lessons. I learned a whole new
way of speaking to people who are learning the language. For years, my speech was
slow and deliberate, and I chose simple words instead of complicated ones. The end
result sounded like normal speech, but it was definitely "foreign student
speech." (I had a non-English speaking woman at Logos yesterday and I was
surprised at how quickly I slipped back into that mode of speech when dealing with her.)
The three weeks passed so quickly. We went to San Francisco, to
Lake Tahoe, to Reno so he could try gambling, and there were parties with the group.
I couldn't believe how quickly the time passed. When it came time to leave,
Eduardo and two of his friends, Sapo and Celso, along with the group leader, Rejane,
wanted to remain in Davis and take an ESL (English as a Second Language) class at the
universtiy. The coordinator for the program let us know that we were under no
obligation to let them stay longer, and that they could get an apartment, but of course we
were delighted Eduardo wanted to stay. We went to the airport to see off the rest
of the group.
(Sapo is the tall one on the left, Eduardo is the tall one on the
right, and Celso is the guy in front of Eduardo, with the big moustache, Rejane is the
blonde with Celso's hand on her shoulder).
Then our real bonding with Eduardo began. He went to school, he
got a job painting a house to help give him some spending money. His mother, Rosa,
and I started a correspondence. She wrote in Portuguese, I wrote in English (she spoke a
bit of English) and he gave me his dictionary to help me translate her letters, by which I
started to learn Portuguese.
There were more trips, more family activities. We went to
Yosemite and Disneyland. Eduardo was here when David made his First Communion. Though his
family is Jewish, he came to Mass with us and took pictures.
I learned how to make his favorite Brasilian foods thanks to recipes
he wrote to ask his mother to send. I made a mean feijoada and salada de bacalau
(which is potato salad with codfish in it). We struggled to find the translation for
"beringela," which we ultimately found out was "eggplant."
Eduardo helped me with the Boy Scouts (in the years before they
started discriminating!) and taught the boys how to make kites. He helped Walt with
mowing the lawn. We took him to Portland to see the ash from the eruption of Mt. St.
Helen's, he went to a Pinata party gathering, we took him to Finocchio's (female
impersonator) nightclub.
He and
Ned became particularly good friends and it was very hard on all of us, especially Ned,
when five months finally came to an end and Eduardo really had to leave. Walt and I
made plans to travel to Brasil some day (we still have not done so--and Eduardo, his wife
and daughter have lived in Canada for a long time now).
Because the Eduardo experience was so good, I agreed to take over
organizing groups of foreign students for home stays in Davis. We, ourselves, hosted
many more groups, and ultimate some 70 people from 14 different countries in our own
house. The bulk of them came from Brasil and the international friends who have
stayed in our lives, with the exception of Jane, who is from England, are from Brasil.
A year after he left here, Ned was having serious social problems in
school. Eduardo invited him to come to Brasil and we thought that might be a good
idea. We told him he could go for a week, for the summer, or stay a year. We hoped
he'd stay the year and he never knew that Eduardo and I talked on the phone every week to
assess how bad his initial homesickness was. He would write about how he wanted to
come home and I would write and tell him on which date I would call him, and that it was
expensive to call frequently. I would, of course, have talked with Eduardo once or
twice before I made the official call to Ned who, by that time, was no longer
homesick. It seemed to be a very good year for him. He grew about a foot while he
was gone and came back fluent in Portuguese.
Tom was on a business trip to Toronto in 2003 and stopped by to see
Eduardo. They had both changed a bit since 1981!
I often wonder how different our lives would be today if we had never
met Eduardo, or if he had not been such a likeable guy. He brought the world into
our house and he will always be a part of our family.
He came to see us in 2004. He fit back in as if he had never left.
I made his favorite quiche for dinner.
2 comments:
That's a wonderful collection of memories. I always wanted to host a visiting student (from the time I was a kid myself), but we could never qualify. Not enough bedrooms.
We participated in a Partners of the Americas teenage exchange for several years. Our kids (girls, of course) were all from Venezuela. It was a 6-week home-stay, and overlapped into the school year, so the kids could experience a US school. We had two daughters from one family, and two of ours stayed with that family. One of those gals was not part of the program, but stayed for 6 months and went to high school with our Margaret. She had already graduated in Caracas, but went to classes anyway. We're still in communication. She lives in Boston now, and we got to see her a couple of years ago. Special times!
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