On Christmas Eve, 2004, I was planning a traditional dinner with my Salvadoran family. They were bartering with the door to door hen saleswoman over the price of the hen in the picture. The asking price was $6, the family wanted to pay $4, and I...
My adopted Salvadoran family owned a store where I spent much of my free time. They always wanted to make sure I had eaten, and on this particular day near the end of my service I was helping them finish leftovers of my favorite Salvadoran dish-...
When I arrived in Cuisnahuat in 2003 few people knew what the internet was. When I left in 2005 most had never used a computer, much less been online. Nothing could have come a a bigger shock than the fact that when I came back in 2010 I was able...
With a fellow Volunteer's host mother and little host sister, we pose in our teaching clothes beside (and on top of) "Good Camel," named because she was much nicer -- and less spitting -- than the other camel on the compound. 2007
This picture was taken by my host sister in my village of Dinguiraye, Haute Guinea on the last day of Ramadan in 2008. It shows my host mom, "Mama Kadi" in her finest celebration clothes, and myself wearing a "bazin complet" dress and a veil that...
After a long day of language classes during pre-service training in Senegal, Volunteer Melanie Chamberlain finds a quiet corner in her family compound to sit and listen to music with one of her young host brothers. The pair sat and listened to...
Deputy Director and RPCV Carrie Hessler-Radelet, her husband Steve and her host family enjoy dinner during her family's visit from Michigan (Western Samoa, 1983)
Youth; Pre-service Training (PST); Host families; Transportation
During the second phase of my pre-service training, I stayed in a village on the main island of Yap in the Federated States of Micronesia. My host family there is from the Lamotrek Atoll, but they moved to the main island as Callistus (host father)...
The extended family of my host family during training in the summer of 2008. The head of family is Tsetsgey, second from left. Her two daughters center front and two grandchildren front. I am second from right with Tsetsgey's sister.
This is my family, they took care of me my entire two years of service. I love them as my own family. This picture was taken on my last Sunday at site, we are all dressed from church and preparing to eat the feast the family cooked in my honor.
This photo was taken in Spring of 2007, when I went back to my training site to visit my host family during Spring Break. My family consisted of my host sister, mom and grandmother. Even though I only lived with them for three months, they...
This is my favorite photo of my host brother and our neighbor skateboarding at sunset. I taught them how to skate along with many other children by creating a unique skateboard program.
My parents and niece came to visit me while I was serving in Niger. We went to visit the family that had hosted me while I was in pre-service training. This is a picture of my father (M. Ian Jenness) with my host mother's grandson (Mojitu) in...
This picture was taken after a year of service, in June of 2004, when I went back to my training site in the community of Koujol, not far from Archaie, Haiti, to visit my host family. The little girl on the right, Kenya, was born during my 3...
After 17 years I returned to visit my host family in Jequie. My host father Esmeraldo dos Santos loved to hunt and we visited many rural farms together. My host mother Maria had 13 children and invited me for Sunday dinner every week. My big...
I took this picture prior to the 2011 Superbowl match between the Pittsburgh Steelers and Greenbay Packers. The man standing with me is my host father, Pak Bowo, while we are beside our house the the rice field that surrounds it.
After our swearing-in ceremony (the summer of 2010 in Armenia), we came back to our training village for a final night of goodbyes, toasts, and a lot of food. These are some of my extended host family who often sat on this bench in the shade to...
This is my little brother during a snow day in village. My host father woke me up early so i could see the snow, then as i walked out of my house, the first snowball hit me, well aimed and delivered by my little brother.