HB2Y, ES!

Andrew age 5

He went from this

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to this in a mere 25 years.

A card

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Along the way he fished with his little brother,

and recycled Halloween costumes.

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Halloween was always a big deal.

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I recorded his progress with annual school photos.

He was never much interested in sports, but he ran cross-country in high school
and was an enthusiastic swimmer all summer
.

 

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I used to have this photo on the wall of my cube at the accounting firm. One day my cube neighbor said, “Oh, is that your daughter?” An understandable mistake.

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We put him to work during the summers.

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The first of his international travels: Paris with the high school French club.

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where he got squirrely and let his friends braid his hair.

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Moving into freshman dorm with roommates Tim at left and Adam in front, with miscellaneous sibling and parents scattered about.

 

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Freshman year dormitory; photo taken from Washington Square Park.

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Senior year housing, a fifth-floor walk-up in Spanish Harlem (*somebody* didn’t turn in his housing request in time to get NYU-sponsored housing, which just goes to prove that graduating magna cum laude doesn’t guarantee practical intelligence).

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He did his semester abroad at the University of KwaZulu-Natal in Pietermaritzburg, South Africa. This is him with Bondi, the woman whom he worked with to get a volunteer position at an AIDS nursing home while he was there. The pile of bedding and pjs are some of the 100+ pounds that Younger Son and I brought to donate when we visited at the end of his semester; we did a donation drive at the local libraries and high schools.

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At the Cape of Good Hope.

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He held the sock on NYU graduation day. (Sock OTN was one I was making for his favorite uncle, who went to Canada during the Vietnam war and never returned.)

He has never been afraid to share his anti-war sentiments. Clockwise from top left: lying on the Broadway during a die-in to protest the School of the Americas at the 2004 Republican National Convention in New York City (he was arrested and spent 40 hours at Guantanamo On The Hudson); his college laptop; article from the Wausau, WI paper about an anti-war rally, January 2003 (I donated the sheet for that sign); another anti-war rally, this one in Central Park, May 2004 (he and his gf are in the outer circle, lower left); he met one his heroes, Amy Goodman, left, and her brother; article from local paper about that same 2003 anti-war rally.
At his request, I gave him an *unusual* haircut before he left for a year as a volunteer teacher in Chiapas.
His students there asked if he wore his hair that way because of his religion
.
I sent my camera with him to Chiapas. He returned with a LOT of photos of the people there.
He did a presentation at the library about his time there.

 

He collected some diplomas (huh. I never got a shot of the UMich grad school diploma)…
and some t-shirts.
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But mostly he has collect books. This is about half of his current collection. I hadn’t seen him so happy in a long time as when he was able to unpack ALL his books after eight years of living in tiny dorm rooms.

Happy birthday, Elder Son!

 

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3 Responses to HB2Y, ES!

  1. vicki says:

    Happy Birthday to ES!!

  2. Kat with a K says:

    Oh Happy Birthday to ES! May this day be as fantastic as the photos your dear mother shared!! (because they are pretty amazing!!)

  3. Andy Howarth says:

    Beautiful tribute! Andy in New Hampshire

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