ASF in Dachau: A very large THANK YOU!

Friday, 8 October 2010

A very large THANK YOU!

I received news late last night that the charity Living By Giving has agreed to award ASF a grant of £300 on my behalf. Living By Giving, previously known as the Glanfield Hospitalite Trust;

"was set up in 2010, to support and advance the standard of life for all people in need throughout the UK including; those who live in poverty, those with disabilities, those who are physically or emotionally deprived, those who have been neglected, and their families."

They also attempt to support young people in projects such as the one I am currently involved with in Dachau, so as to allow them to reach their full potential. I am humbled by the fact they felt my work in Dachau was worthy of such a grant, and on behalf of ASF I would like to thank Living By Giving for their generosity.

4 comments:

Matt Betts11 October 2010 at 15:47
Well done, Roy: http://www.livingbygivingtrust.com/projects.html#dachau
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RonRon11 October 2010 at 22:19
That's a ridiculously old photo, but thanks anyway!
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Matt Betts13 October 2010 at 11:29
Send us a better one!!
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RonRon13 October 2010 at 23:20
I didn't say it wasn't good, just a little..inaccurate proportionally speaking!
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In 1945, when the keepers cried
Josef Stein, poet, came out of Dachau
Like half a resurrection, his other half
eighty pounds still in their invisible grave.
Slowly then the mouth opened at first
a broth, and then a medication, and then
a diet, and all in time and the knitting mercies,
the showing bones were buried back in flesh,
and the miracle was finished. Josef Stein
man and poet, rose, walked, and could even
beget, and did, and later died of other causes
only partly traceable to his first death.
He noted - with some surprise at first -
that strangers could not tell he had died once.
He returned to his post in the library, drank his beer,
published three poems in a French magazine,

and was very kind to the son who at last was his. In the spent of one night he wrote three propositions:
That Hell is the denial of the ordinary. That nothing lasts.
That clean white paper waiting under a pen

is the gift beyond history and hurt and heaven.

- The Gift by John Ciardi