You might be Dominican if…

by Marshall on March 4, 2011

…You know the key to winning in dominoes is shouting loudly while you violently smash your ficha (domino piece) on the table. (FYI it’s a different version of dominoes, played 2 v 2. No Mexican train here).

A moment of calm in between violent smashes.

…Your baseball helmet doubles as your motorcycle helmet.

…Your standard of “cold” is not having to have the fan on.

…You refer to all breakfast cereal as “conflé” (comes from “cornflakes”…sounds like “kone-FLAY”)

Look mom! Look at all the different kinds of conflé!

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My Dominican names

by Marshall on February 27, 2011

Many Dominicans have no problem calling me “Marshall.” But for every correct pronunciation, there are hundreds of variations and funny nicknames. And I’ve decided to chronicle them for the annals of history.

Variations on Marshall:   Marchal, Marichal, Mariscal, Marcial, Malchal, Maishai, Maxwell, Marshall Burger, Marzo, Masho, Mash (now we’re starting to get lazy), Mas, Ma (new this week…thanks to Isidro). Still waiting for just the “m” sound…

Variations on Birkey:  Bilki, Burger

Random:  Yuderko, Shawn (reference to Esperanza the Musical)

References to being from the US (Canada gets lumped in):  Gringo, Americano, Pa-panamericano, Nueva York, Toronto, Omaha, Alberta, Ontario, Tallahassee, Montana…pretty much anywhere in North America.

Will any of these stick? Only time will tell.

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Photo: Carmen’s classic Singer sewing machine

by Marshall on February 24, 2011

Carmen, a HOPEEsperanza loan associate, sews some pretty amazing blanket, sheet, and pillow sets with this bad boy from Singer. I met Carmen this past Saturday on a HOPE Vision Trip in La Romana, Dominican Republic.

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In the craftsman’s hands

by Marshall on February 23, 2011

I woke up yesterday morning with a knot in my stomach.

To be honest, I wasn’t excited about the day. It was my second day working in San Pedro de Macoris, and my first waking up in my new home here. Normally I’m excited about new things, new adventures, but I just wasn’t feeling it. I was tired of moving to places where I don’t know anyone. The challenges of working in a different culture had worn on me. I felt ineffective and unmotivated. I had forgotten my mission.

I passed the early morning catching up on emails as I waited to head out to the field with Isidro. Isidro is a loan officer who roves the  dusty streets of San Pedro communities, his silver-speckled hair buried beneath his helmet. He’s been doing this for nearly 10 years. A quick “Vamos!” and we headed out into the radiant mid-morning Dominican sun, accompanied by the rattle of his Dominican motorcycle.

As we rode along, Isidro explained his job to me. He specializes in individual loans – larger loans to clients who have built up their credit and business over the years with Esperanza, or newer clients that already have successful small businesses. Even though individual loan clients mail their loan payments in each month, Isidro spends a lot of time visiting his clients. Just stopping by to see how the business is doing, talk about family or church. Not just a loan. A relationship. Isidro was clear on his mission – to be a partner and friend to these entrepreneurs.

We pulled over at José Lugo’s one-room mechanic workshop located in northern San Pedro. His hands greasy from working, José greeted me with a wrist-bump. You could tell he meant business, staring out at me from behind is protective glasses – but he quickly broke into a smile as he told me some of his story.

José specializes in making and repairing metal machine parts:  gears, bearings, and other things with technical names I’m not sure of. He showed me a transmission gear he was repairing, while next to me his employee slowly drilled a hole in a part using a metal bore. José is relatively new to HOPE and Esperanza – this is his first loan, which he took out about a year ago. He talks about his clients – they come from all over San Pedro. He does a lot of work for manufacturers in the Zona Franca, or industrial free zone.

José pointed around his shop to the various tools he bought with his loan: a black power hand drill, a red gas tank, a pneumatic nozzle, and his pride and joy, the impressive green drill press that stands 6 feet tall at the back of his shop. None of it was brand new, top-of-the-line technology. He probably picked them up at various places – a hardware store, a friend’s shop, a factory looking to update equipment. But now in his hands, these tools are instruments of precision, creativity, and value. They honored him.

Yesterday, I woke up thinking of my own purposes. José reminded me that I am to be an instrument of the Master Craftsman, bringing honor to him. This morning I got out of bed on a mission, much greater than my own.

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TGIF = YMBDI

by Marshall on February 18, 2011

You might be Dominican if…

When you talk, your syllables disappear, your words sound like syllables, and your sentences sound like words:  ’Ah, pues, está bien’ = ‘Apotabien’. ‘Cómo tú estás?’ = ‘Comotuta?’

Well, now we know who to blame. Thanks, Frank.


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Going on a HOPE International Vision Trip

by Marshall on February 17, 2011

Today is an exciting day. Today I am going on my first Vision Trip with HOPE International.

The trip will be led by my cousin, Chris Horst (see previous post), who also works for HOPE. Chris is flying in with a group of HOPE’s friends, partners, supporters, and collaborators in the work of releasing the poor from physical and spiritual poverty. Together with my colleagues and friends Liz and Máximo, I’ll be helping out with some translating and sharing my experiences here in the DR. I’m also looking forward to what I’ll learn. Over the next two days we’ll be discussing HOPE’s work here in the Dominican Republic, visiting microfinance loan meetings, hearing the stories of entrepreneurs, and learning more about what it means to invest in the dreams of the poor.

Time to hit the road! I’ll be snapping photos and video as much as I can, so stay tuned for more in the coming days.

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Introducing: You might be Dominican if…

by Marshall on February 11, 2011

“You can observe a lot by just watching” – Yogi Berra

Hello there readers! I’ve decided to start a new mini-series here at the blog, based on my everyday observations of Dominican culture.

The concept is simply to complete the sentence, “You Might Be Dominican If…”. I’m hoping to drop a new YMBDI for you each week. It’ll be a fun way to let you in on life in the DR.

I need your help though…I want to hear from you! So, if something is particularly funny, surprising, puzzling, or reminds you of a similar experience – leave a comment! I’ll try to answer your questions about Dominican culture as best I can. That way, all of us in the MarshallBirkeyBlog family can share the blog love. (If you’re not sure what that means…I’m right there with you.)

Disclaimer:  These are meant to be light-hearted exaggerated generalizations based on my own experience. This list does not describe every Dominican, nor is it meant to be insulting. I love Dominicans and Dominican culture.

So without further ado:

You might be Dominican if…your family of 6 travels by motorcycle. That’s one motorcycle, all at the same time.

Weeeeepppaaaaaaaaa!

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Into the Wild – Pico Duarte edition

by Marshall on January 19, 2011

Will bigfoot be my undoing?

I could be a decomposing body after this weekend.

Now that I have your attention, let me give some context from the cover of Jon Krakauer’s Into the Wild:

In April 1992 a young man from a well-to-do family hitchhiked to Alaska and walked alone into the wilderness north of Mount McKinley. His name was Christopher Johnson McCandless. He had given $25,000 in savings to charity, abandoned his car and most of his possessions, burned all the cash in his wallet, and invented a new life for himself. Four months later, his decomposed body was found by a moose hunter.

Tomorrow morning I’ll begin a 5-day trek to climb the highest mountain in the Caribbean:  Pico Duarte. Standing at roughly 10,000 feet, Sir Edmund Hillary would probably yawn…but it’s a good challenge for the rest of us mere mortals.

If the first sentence still has your stomach in a knot, you can relax. I expect to return to civilization relatively unharmed on Monday. Thanks for your concern, though. Unlike Chris McCandless, joining me are 20-or-so compadres including experienced guides, a doctor, burros for carrying the heavy stuff. Also, unlike McCandless, I don’t obsess over Jack London novels.

We are well organized. My stock of Clif bars should last me through the rest of the 21st century.  Chances of survival are maximal. I suspect the worst I’ll suffer are cold nights, sore legs, and psychological exhaustion.

Sounds like a good way to spend a long holiday weekend, no?

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Haiti earthquake: 1 year later

by Marshall on January 12, 2011

Today marks the 1 year anniversary of the January 12, 2010 earthquake that devastated Port au Prince, Haiti.

Is there any progress?

95% of the rubble still remains uncleared. Buildings are still leveled, including the national palace. Thousands of people are living in tents. It ain’t pretty.

But there is one bright spot:  the Merché en Fer, or Iron Market is about to re-open (NYT):

…a huge and beloved 19th-century bazaar called the Marché en Fer, or Iron Market, has risen again, its whimsical exterior, including clock tower and four minarets, gleaming with fresh paint. In the coming days, this wonderland of commerce — once packed with nearly a thousand merchants selling art, pigeons, turtles, dried starfish, herbs, potions, perfumes, produce and cheap Chinese housewares — will bustle back to life.

This is no small thing. Given Haiti’s rough year (earthquake, cholera, election turmoil) it’s worth celebrating. In my opinion, it is economic development at its purest – fomenting the exchange of goods and ideas, a place for jobs and opportunity.

What about the Dominican Republic?

You may be curious about the effects of the earthquake next door in the Dominican Republic. I’ve asked several people about this.

While there was no structural damage in the DR, everyone felt the quake. It was a very strange feeling, like the whole earth slowly shifted several yards, and then moved back. Like the pitch of a sailboat on a wave. Some felt dizzy and seasick, others thought their mind was playing games.

Where is Anderson Cooper now?

Notice also how quickly the newscasts and celebrity benefit concerts fade, and how much work is still left. Helping others may start as an feeling of compassion and inspiration, but it must persevere by discipline, commitment, frustration, and innovation if it is to have any lasting impact.

This is not a dig on the newscasters or celebrities. I believed they really tried to help, and did help to raise awareness and money. But that is not the end goal – results are – and they are more difficult. It is too easy to let lights and cameras determine our compassion.

So now what?

The truth is, not everyone can help Haiti directly. It’s a messy situation. But I’d encourage you to do two things today. 1) Pray for Haiti. They need it. 2) If you donated any money toward Haitian relief efforts, try to find out what your money has done. Has the organization’s relief efforts had an impact? Better-informed donors = more accountable organizations = better long-run development results.

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Photo of the Week: Dusk Reflection

by Marshall on December 16, 2010

Better late than never!

Dusk Reflection. Atlantic beach near Las Terrenas, Samaná Peninsula, Dominican Republic. Photo taken 4 December 2010.

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