Word: woodenness
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...experienced by both whites and Native Americans. Part of the curriculum is devoted to Northern Cheyenne culture and its complex language, which is still spoken by a few elders but almost no students. For decades, reservation schools were strictly English-only. The chairman of the Dull Knife board, John Wooden Legs, 60, remembers the punishment for speaking Cheyenne: "I had to kneel on beans for half an hour or stand in a corner with a bar of soap in my mouth...
...where Lebanese monks enjoy their mobile phones and Mercedes Benz cars, and into the silence of the valley. Now, he spends his days on a tight schedule: 14 hours of prayer, 3 hours working in the vegetable garden, 2 hours studying mystical texts, and 5 hours sleeping on a wooden board with a stone under his head. "At the beginning it is difficult," he said, "But now I can't sleep with a pillow...
Anna Deavere Smith walked onto the Loeb Mainstage, sat down on a wooden bench, and stated, “We’re going to go hunting for grace.” “Let Me Down Easy,” which was conceived, written, and performed by Smith and will run at the American Repertory Theatre through Saturday, is indeed a hunt: we travel from her Maryland hometown to Harvard to Rwanda to New Orleans, searching for affirmation that humans really aren’t that bad and finding at the end that the stories that persist with...
Three weeks after Ike swept across Galveston, 74-year-old Francis Sullivan - "I'll be 75 on the 17th if I make it!" - is on her front stoop and eyeing a small triangular wooden trophy case on her living room floor amid a stinking pile of family belongings. The box contains the flag that had draped her husband's casket six years ago. It is an ironic coincidence, a reporter's happenstance, brought about by a random turn down a neighborhood street that looks like so many others on the island - lifeless homes with leafless, saltwater-poisoned trees, battered fences...
...under water by Ike. A moldy black water line high on the yellow siding shows where the water had crested, perhaps as high as 15 feet. The green storm shutters had held, but had been blown open and the water flooded into the home. The back bedroom's wooden floor had collapsed. Somewhere in the hole she hopes to find her husband's treasured sextant from his seafaring days...