Monday, 8 December 2014

A World War II Hero



At age 23, British secret agent Phyllis Latour Doyle parachuted into occupied Normandy in May 1944 to gather intelligence on Nazi positions in preparation for D-Day. As an agent for the British Special Operations Executive (SOE), Doyle secretly relayed 135 coded messages to the British military before France's liberation in August. For seventy years, her contributions to the war effort have been largely unheralded but, last week, the 93-year-old was finally given her due when she was awarded France's highest honor, the Chevalier of the Legion of Honour.

Doyle first joined the Women's Auxiliary Air Force at age 20 in 1941 to work as a flight mechanic but SOE recruiters spotted her potential and offered her a job as a spy. A close family friend, her godmother's father who she viewed as her grandfather, had been shot by the Nazis and she was eager to support the war effort however she could. Doyle immediately accepted the SOE's offer and began an intensive training program. In addition to learning about encryption and surveillance, trainees also had to pass grueling physical tests. Doyle described how they were taught by a cat burglar who had been released from jail on "how to get in a high window, and down drain pipes, how to climb over roofs without being caught."

She first deployed to Aquitaine in Vichy France where she worked for a year as a spy using the codename Genevieve. Her most dangerous mission, however, began on May 1, 1944 when she jumped out of a US Air Force bomber and landed behind enemy lines in Nazi-occupied Normandy. Using the codename Paulette, she posed as a poor teenage French girl. Doyle used a bicycle to tour the region, often under the guise of selling soap, and passed information to the British on Nazi positions using coded messages. In an interview with the New Zealand Army News magazine, she described how risky the mission, noting that "The men who had been sent just before me were caught and executed. I was told I was chosen for that area (of France) because I would arouse less suspicion."

She also explained how she concealed her codes: "I always carried knitting because my codes were on a piece of silk -- I had about 2000 I could use. When I used a code I would just pinprick it to indicate it had gone. I wrapped the piece of silk around a knitting needle and put it in a flat shoe lace which I used to tie my hair up." Coded messages took a half an hour to send and the Germans could identify where a signal was sent from in an hour and a half so Doyle moved constantly to avoid detection. At times, she stayed with Allied sympathizers but often she had to sleep in forests and forage for food.

During her months in Normandy, Doyle sent 135 secret messages -- invaluable information on Nazi troop positions that was used to help Allied forces prepare for the Normandy landing on D-Day and during the subsequent military campaign. Doyle continued her mission until France's liberation in August 1944.

Following the war, Doyle eventually settled in New Zealand where she raised four children. It was only in the past 15 years that she told them about her career as a spy. In presenting the Chevalier of the Legion of Honour to Doyle last week, French Ambassador Laurent Contini commended her courage during the war, stating: "I have deep admiration for her bravery and it will be with great honor that I will present her with the award of Chevalier de l’Ordre National de la Légion d’Honneur, France’s highest decoration."

To read more about Phyllis Latour Doyle's incredible story, visit The Telegraph at http://bit.ly/1I1nvi2


The stories of women heroes of WWII are unfortunately rarely told but an incredible recent book makes it easy to introduce a new generation to these extraordinary women: "Women Heroes of World War II: 26 Stories of Espionage, Sabotage, Resistance, and Rescue," recommended for ages 13 and up, at http://www.amightygirl.com/women-heroes-of-world-war-ii


Source: https://www.facebook.com/amightygirl/photos/a.360833590619627.72897.316489315054055/771896289513353/?type=1

Chef Fredy's Delicious Pasta

Ingredients:

Half a red bell pepper
One-and-a-half tomatoes
1 head of garlic
Spaghetti (Get enough for whomever you are cooking for)
Food colouring
Salt
Tomato sauce (ketchup)*
1 small bag of crema de leche
1/4 stick butter
5 hot dog sausages

*= Optional

Thursday, 13 November 2014

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Canada Remembers Times - 2014 - Information For Students - Remembrance - Veterans Affairs Canada

Canada Remembers Times - 2014 - Information For Students - Remembrance - Veterans Affairs Canada

The Our Father (Canadian Roman Catholic English form)

Our Father who art in Heaven
Hallowed be Thy Name.
They kingdom come; Thy Will be done
On earth as it is in Heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread
And forgive us our trespasses
As we forgive those who trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation,
But deliver us from evil.

Amen.

Oh dear...

https://ca.news.yahoo.com/blogs/daily-buzz/man-saves-friend-from-shark-attack-by-punching-it-185108906.html

Carmela 1 - Dengue 0

So I arrived home to discover that my wonderfully-constructed Latin American dengue-proof shower didn't drain while I was away at work.  Eep!  My first thought: Dengue!  Eep!  I told Pipe and Jairo... Jairo said I needed a plunger.  Pipe agreed that baking soda and vinegar (something acidic) might successfully unclog the drain.  We thought my hair and my Canadian bar soap clogged the drain, but I clean my shower pretty well, so I think it was the bar soap (Pipe reminded me that soap turns into fat).  I poked holes in my drain with a paper clip(!) to let the undissolved soapy bits fall through, poured the local cleaner down the drain, and proceeded to clean my whole bathroom (It's that time of week anyhoo).  So now I have a sparkly clean WC and Pipe is very proud of me.  Haha. I still will shop for a plunger and "something acid" (as he suggested) with him when I get the chance.  No dengue allowed!  ><  I'll stick to local liquid body wash too.  Heh.  :$

By the way my students laughed because the old Canucks calendar photo of Alex Burrows (for November) that I stuck in my classroom makes them think his name is Alex Donkeys.  I had to teach them how to say Burr (Burrows' nickname).

Thursday, 6 November 2014

A Very Happy Sunday

Today I woke up very early.  Pablo stopped by my house after hiking up a nearby mountain.  Ryan was finishing off in the kitchen, so we waited for our turn to make breakfast.  I had brought out all my yogurt and the lovely treats that Leo and I bought yesterday.  I tried to make Pablo a quesadilla but of course I burned it (Just as I used to burn breakfast at Girl Guide camp).  Pablo who is one of the kings of the kitchen and a champion of coconut rice sweetly insisted that he would have the burned quesadilla and that he likes it burnt.  Pablo, instantly at home in the kitchen, made me a perfect quesadilla and proceeded to make am omelette.  He took some ham, cut it into little pieces, and fried it in a pan.  Then he put the beaten eggs (which I finished beating for him) into the frying pan.  After he insisted that I finish my half of the food he put some yogurt in a bowl and put my berry granola cereal on top.  It was delicious!  We prepared my long-awaited instant coffee with my orange-flavoured sugar cane powder.  It was orange coffee.  I told him that was very Zoolander except it was hot instead of a frappucino and had no mocha.  ;)  Then we split the Chilean apple that Leo chose for me yesterday.  Pablo said I can have an apple, yogurt with granola, and grapes for breakfast so I don't have to cook.  Heh!

We then bussed to his house where I met his wonderful big family and his cousins.  Pablo's sister made delicious strawberry smoothies for everybody.  Pablo's brother and cousin were making these plastic chain bracelets that are the latest craze in town.  The kids and I watched Shrek 2 in Spanish.  Then Pablo and I went to Mass at Mayales Plaza.  Erika, Andrea, and Andrea's cool Mom were there too.

Pablo's uncle then drove us back to Pablo's house where even more cousins stopped by.  When we got in the door Pablo was very similar to a Spanish-language version of Tyrese from 2 Fast 2 Furious saying, "We huuungry."  Pablo's Mom made us delicious chicken rice and Pablo's sister gave us iced tea (Iced tea and lemonade are very popular here).  We watched a Simpsons Halloween marathon in Spanish.  Pablo then took out his laptop, found a decent short version of the Colombian national anthem that I have to learn for work, and gave me some paper so I could write down the lyrics.  He played the song a couple of times so I could follow along, then he played it slowly so I could listen closely to capture the pronunciation.  Then he made me sing it over and over again.  Pablo's bright little relative Daniel sat with us and sang along with me.  He was my little guardian angel.  He and Pablo are very good teachers.  Daniel would follow along with the words and sing with me.  I was able to get the tune then Pablo said I had to sing without the paper.  Pablo's siblings and cousins sang with me.  They gave a thumbs up and said I already know it.  Pablo's cousin said I sing well.  :)

Little Daniel asked me to teach him the Our Father and the Sign of the Cross in English.  I wrote it down for him and his sister.  Pablo's sister was determined to learn the Our Father.  She sent me home with a bag of green oranges that she already peeled for me.  Delicious!

We then all piled into Pablo's family's SUV and Pablo's older brother drove the cousins and I home. 
I was ready to burst from happiness on the ride home as the mountains, tropical trees, and sunshine were so beautiful.  Everything is beautiful here in its simplicity.  Pablo's uncle rolled down his window and slowed down to drive alongside his buddy on the way back from the mall earlier.  There was no traffic behind us so the guys just slowly drove alongside each other until they had to head in different directions.  I was so amused and happy that people can do that kind of thing here.  I'm loving this place.

I will meet at Juan Valdez (There's an actual Juan Valdez cafe!) at the mall with about 10 AIESEC friends tomorrow so that they can practice and learn more English.  I am looking forward to it.  There is a wealth of situations and items from which one can learn English in a mall - very NLP.  :)

I am amazed that this town is full of people whose personalities and interests are like mine.  :)

Monday, 20 October 2014

Dream Journal: October 20, 2014

I dreamt that I lived in a dorm in a castle-like school.  Outside it was dark.  The weather was stormy.  The rain was pouring.  There was thunder and lightning.  I was teaching at the castle-like school.

Suddenly I was transported to a tropical place where many people from all around the world had created a colony.  This place was famous for attracting people from other countries.  It was a tourist attraction - a tourist's paradise somewhere in Southeast Asia.  I learned about the history of this place with my family.  They were magically transported to the "colony" with me.

Within this tourist's paradise was a fancy affluent neighbourhood that reminded me of London.  I drove past this place with my boyfriend.  He was an old friend from Our Lady of Lourdes School.  He treated me very well.  He was quite a bit older than me.  He reminded me of Marion's oldest brother.

In this same fancy place I met celebrities in a lavishly decorated room.  Everything was gold...  I solved a puzzle and spoke French with Angelina Jolie and Robert Downey Jr.

My challenge at this colony - this island - was to learn about a climbing wall that had once been very well-known.  Over the years it had become gentrified: parts of the wall began being replaced with things that were more modern.  Only a small section of the original climbing wall was left.  After I saw the remaining part of the once-famous wall my family and I went shopping in the fancy London-like part of town.

...And then I woke up.