by Taripar Doly, S.E., M.M. | Aug 22, 2015 | Nusahati
My wood-shop teacher, Mr. August J. Bachmann, was the most influential teacher I ever had. I had gotten into trouble in his class: Another student had pushed me into a wood lathe, and I became enraged and began to hit him. Mr. Bachmann stopped the fight, but instead...
by Taripar Doly, S.E., M.M. | Aug 18, 2015 | Nusahati
I was nine when I arrived at the Children’s Home in Nashua, New Hampshire, in 1965. I failed third grade that year, barely made it through a second time, and had squeaked through fourth grade by the time I reached Pauline Jambard’s fifth-grade class at Charlotte...
by Taripar Doly, S.E., M.M. | Aug 15, 2015 | Nusahati
In April 1952, I was 11 years old and in the sixth grade at William Cleveland Elementary School, in Houston, Texas. My teacher was Miss Ada Pemberton. It was spelling bee time in our city—students were issued booklets of words to study in preparation for the classroom...
by Taripar Doly, S.E., M.M. | Aug 12, 2015 | Nusahati
Father was reading a magazine and his little daughter every now and then distracted him. To keep her busy, he tore one page on which was printed the map of the world. He tore it into pieces and asked her to go to her room and put them together to make the map again....
by Taripar Doly, S.E., M.M. | Aug 7, 2015 | Nusahati
An 80 year old man was sitting on the sofa in his house along with his 45 years old highly educated son. Suddenly a crow perched on their window. The Father asked his Son, “What is this?” The Son replied “It is a crow”. After a few minutes, the...
by Taripar Doly, S.E., M.M. | Jul 27, 2015 | Nusahati
On the 15th of each month, for nearly 15 years, Michael Swaine, a college art professor in Northern California, wheels his old fashioned sewing machine into one of the toughest and poorest neighborhoods in San Francisco. Why would he ever do this you may ask? His...
