Tuesday, March 26, 2013

"A Strong Family Narrative..."

This Life

The Stories That Bind Us

Sarah Williamson
Families may want to create a mission statement similar to the ones many companies use to identify their core values.
I hit the breaking point as a parent a few years ago. It was the week of my extended family’s annual gathering in August, and we were struggling with assorted crises. My parents were aging; my wife and I were straining under the chaos of young children; my sister was bracing to prepare her preteens for bullying, sex and cyberstalking.

Sure enough, one night all the tensions boiled over. At dinner, I noticed my nephew texting under the table. I knew I shouldn’t say anything, but I couldn’t help myself and asked him to stop.
Ka-boom! My sister snapped at me to not discipline her child. My dad pointed out that my girls were the ones balancing spoons on their noses. My mom said none of the grandchildren had manners. Within minutes, everyone had fled to separate corners.
Later, my dad called me to his bedside. There was a palpable sense of fear I couldn’t remember hearing before.
“Our family’s falling apart,” he said.
“No it’s not,” I said instinctively. “It’s stronger than ever.”
But lying in bed afterward, I began to wonder: Was he right? What is the secret sauce that holds a family together? What are the ingredients that make some families effective, resilient, happy?
It turns out to be an astonishingly good time to ask that question. The last few years have seen stunning breakthroughs in knowledge about how to make families, along with other groups, work more effectively.
Myth-shattering research has reshaped our understanding of dinnertime, discipline and difficult conversations. Trendsetting programs from Silicon Valley and the military have introduced techniques for making teams function better.
The only problem: most of that knowledge remains ghettoized in these subcultures, hidden from the parents who need it most. I spent the last few years trying to uncover that information, meeting families, scholars and experts ranging from peace negotiators to online game designers to Warren Buffett’s bankers.
After a while, a surprising theme emerged. The single most important thing you can do for your family may be the simplest of all: develop a strong family narrative.
I first heard this idea from Marshall Duke, a colorful psychologist at Emory University. In the mid-1990s, Dr. Duke was asked to help explore myth and ritual in American families.
“There was a lot of research at the time into the dissipation of the family,” he told me at his home in suburban Atlanta. “But we were more interested in what families could do to counteract those forces.”
Around that time, Dr. Duke’s wife, Sara, a psychologist who works with children with learning disabilities, noticed something about her students.
“The ones who know a lot about their families tend to do better when they face challenges,” she said.
Her husband was intrigued, and along with a colleague, Robyn Fivush, set out to test her hypothesis. They developed a measure called the “Do You Know?” scale that asked children to answer 20 questions.
Examples included: Do you know where your grandparents grew up? Do you know where your mom and dad went to high school? Do you know where your parents met? Do you know an illness or something really terrible that happened in your family? Do you know the story of your birth?
Dr. Duke and Dr. Fivush asked those questions of four dozen families in the summer of 2001, and taped several of their dinner table conversations. They then compared the children’s results to a battery of psychological tests the children had taken, and reached an overwhelming conclusion. The more children knew about their family’s history, the stronger their sense of control over their lives, the higher their self-esteem and the more successfully they believed their families functioned. The “Do You Know?” scale turned out to be the best single predictor of children’s emotional health and happiness.
“We were blown away,” Dr. Duke said.
And then something unexpected happened. Two months later was Sept. 11. As citizens, Dr. Duke and Dr. Fivush were horrified like everyone else, but as psychologists, they knew they had been given a rare opportunity: though the families they studied had not been directly affected by the events, all the children had experienced the same national trauma at the same time. The researchers went back and reassessed the children.
“Once again,” Dr. Duke said, “the ones who knew more about their families proved to be more resilient, meaning they could moderate the effects of stress.”
Why does knowing where your grandmother went to school help a child overcome something as minor as a skinned knee or as major as a terrorist attack?
“The answers have to do with a child’s sense of being part of a larger family,” Dr. Duke said.
Psychologists have found that every family has a unifying narrative, he explained, and those narratives take one of three shapes.
First, the ascending family narrative: “Son, when we came to this country, we had nothing. Our family worked. We opened a store. Your grandfather went to high school. Your father went to college. And now you. ...”
Second is the descending narrative: “Sweetheart, we used to have it all. Then we lost everything.”
“The most healthful narrative,” Dr. Duke continued, “is the third one. It’s called the oscillating family narrative: ‘Dear, let me tell you, we’ve had ups and downs in our family. We built a family business. Your grandfather was a pillar of the community. Your mother was on the board of the hospital. But we also had setbacks. You had an uncle who was once arrested. We had a house burn down. Your father lost a job. But no matter what happened, we always stuck together as a family.’ ”
Dr. Duke said that children who have the most self-confidence have what he and Dr. Fivush call a strong “intergenerational self.” They know they belong to something bigger than themselves.
Leaders in other fields have found similar results. Many groups use what sociologists call sense-making, the building of a narrative that explains what the group is about.
Jim Collins, a management expert and author of “Good to Great,” told me that successful human enterprises of any kind, from companies to countries, go out of their way to capture their core identity. In Mr. Collins’s terms, they “preserve core, while stimulating progress.” The same applies to families, he said.
Mr. Collins recommended that families create a mission statement similar to the ones companies and other organizations use to identify their core values.
The military has also found that teaching recruits about the history of their service increases their camaraderie and ability to bond more closely with their unit.
Cmdr. David G. Smith is the chairman of the department of leadership, ethics and law at the Naval Academy and an expert in unit cohesion, the Pentagon’s term for group morale. Until recently, the military taught unit cohesion by “dehumanizing” individuals, Commander Smith said. Think of the bullying drill sergeants in “Full Metal Jacket” or “An Officer and a Gentleman.”
But these days the military spends more time building up identity through communal activities. At the Naval Academy, Commander Smith advises graduating seniors to take incoming freshmen (or plebes) on history-building exercises, like going to the cemetery to pay tribute to the first naval aviator or visiting the original B-1 aircraft on display on campus.
Dr. Duke recommended that parents pursue similar activities with their children. Any number of occasions work to convey this sense of history: holidays, vacations, big family get-togethers, even a ride to the mall. The hokier the family’s tradition, he said, the more likely it is to be passed down. He mentioned his family’s custom of hiding frozen turkeys and canned pumpkin in the bushes during Thanksgiving so grandchildren would have to “hunt for their supper,” like the Pilgrims.
“These traditions become part of your family,” Dr. Duke said.
Decades of research have shown that most happy families communicate effectively. But talking doesn’t mean simply “talking through problems,” as important as that is. Talking also means telling a positive story about yourselves. When faced with a challenge, happy families, like happy people, just add a new chapter to their life story that shows them overcoming the hardship. This skill is particularly important for children, whose identity tends to get locked in during adolescence.
The bottom line: if you want a happier family, create, refine and retell the story of your family’s positive moments and your ability to bounce back from the difficult ones. That act alone may increase the odds that your family will thrive for many generations to come.

“This Life” appears monthly in Sunday Styles. This article is adapted from Bruce Feiler’s recently published book, “The Secrets of Happy Families: How to Improve Your Morning, Rethink Family Dinner, Fight Smart, Go Out and Play, and Much More.”

Monday, February 25, 2013

More on Snakes...

Copied from http://www.npr.org/blogs/thetwo-way/2013/02/22/172695707/dead-mice-are-going-to-be-dropped-on-guam-from-helicopters-really

Dead Mice Are Going To Be Dropped On Guam From Helicopters (Really)

Incoming! (A 1955 file photo; we assume this little guy was not harmed in the making of the image.) 
Orlando/Getty Images
Here's the latest plan scientists have come up with to kill some of the estimated 2 million brown tree snakes that have wiped out many other animals on Guam:
In April or May they're going to lace dead mice with painkillers, attach them to little parachutes, drop them from helicopters and hope that they get snagged in the jungle foliage. Then, if all goes well, the snakes — which as their name implies hang out in trees — will eat the mice and die from ingesting the painkillers' active ingredients.
We aren't kidding. That's what The Associated Press is reporting from Guam's Andersen Air Force Base, near where this experimental airdrop will happen.
To work, the snakes are going to have to discover their snacks from the sky fairly quickly. According to the Department of Agriculture's Animal and Plant Health Inspection Service:
"Dead mice are attractive to snakes only for 2-3 days. After this time, and owing to the tropical climate, the lure is no longer available."
Scientists don't think the mice bombs will be a threat to other animals, so long as they get caught in the jungle canopy. There aren't many birds left on the island — because of the snakes.
As NPR's Christopher Joyce reported last September, "the brown tree snake invaded Guam over 60 years ago — they sneaked in aboard boats or in the wheel wells of airplanes." It's feared that they might show up elsewhere, such as Hawaii, if they hop rides on planes and ships leaving Guam. The Agriculture Department has estimated that if the snakes reached the Aloha State, the economic damage "from medical incidents [bites], power outages [they get caught in power lines and transmitters], and decreases in tourism ... would range from approximately $593 million to $2.14 billion annually."
The snakes' presence in Guam has been good for at least some creatures. Chris reported that because the snakes have eaten most of the island's birds, the spider population has exploded.
Update at 3:30 p.m. ET. Birds' Decline Has Taken A Toll.
From a 2011 report posted on Andersen Air Base's website:
" 'As you may or may not know, the brown tree snake is responsible for the extinction of nine of 12 forest birds on Guam,' explained [Marc Hall, the supervisory wildlife biologist of USDA on Andersen]. 'Research is showing that the loss of the birds may be impacting the ability of the natural ecosystem to sustain itself.'

"Before the snakes arrived, Guam's ecosystem was very different. Numerous birds could be seen and heard when walking through the northern limestone forests. Without the birds to disperse seeds and the fact that nonnative pigs and deer tear up the ground and eat sapling plants, the native limestone forest has been severely degraded and will require extensive help in order to recover."
Update at 3:15 p.m. ET. Live Vs. Dead Bait:
Some readers in the comments thread have expressed surprise that snakes would eat dead — not live — mice. This research paper posted online by the Agriculture Department indicates that in earlier tests, the snakes did devour "dead neonatal mice adulterated with 80-mg acetaminophen" and that the "baiting" with laced mice was effective in killing the snakes.
The researchers also concluded that "other tactics to increase area of coverage and decrease labor costs, such as aerial application of baits, would improve the cost efficiency of the baiting method over trapping even further."
Our thanks to reader Daniel Levitis for leading to that study.

Saturday, February 16, 2013

Miss M's Birthday...

Our little Miss M FINALLY turned four!  I say finally, because she is a very big girl, with a quite advanced vocabulary, and I was tired of people freaking out when they asked me how old she was and I told them "Three".
 Here she is!  Building puzzles and coloring.
Here is the cake.  I sort of sweet-talked her into a cowgirl party this year.  I don't know why, but I'm trying to make it as long as possible without throwing a princess party.  With three girls, I know it can't be forever...  It was my kind of cake- heavy on the frosting.  Of course, my pinterest plans involved carving a way cool cake in the shape of a boot, but as my surrogate grandfather Dr. E always said, "Deadlines exist to save us from perfection."  Wise words...

 We had the kids play horseshoes.  A bold move, and one fraught with danger, (nine small children throwing heavy chunks of iron) but it ended up ok. 
Keeping Miss R out of the way was the big challenge...

 And then the pinata.  I, as usual, had big pinterest plans involving making my own pinata, which then downgraded into spraying this kmart one silver and turning it into a sheriff's badge, which then downgraded into just leaving it the way it was.  I know the kids don't care a bit.  All the silly theme stuff is just for me.  When I was a kid my birthday parties involved cake, ice cream, and musical chairs, and they were fun!  No themes.  No fuss.
And yes, we did re-use the light saber from Miss A's party to hit the pinata with.

 The kids all took a whack at it, then we brought our friend and helper K in as closer.  B was a lot more tricky with her...
 Blow out the candles, open presents, and then for some photos before everyone left.




 It was a fun party!
And to close out the day, we went to a fun free concert on base.  Vertical Horizon!

A Good Hike...

 The Spouses' Club of our squadron went for a lovely little hike the other morning, along the beach and through the jungle at Tarague Beach.
We found a cave, lots of very cute hermit crabs, and lots, and lots, and loooottttts of sea shells.  Finally I had to cut Miss M off from picking up anymore because my pockets were over capacity.  We're going to end up like B's Aunt A, who moved home from Guam with like half a ton of shells...
A beautiful "winter" day!



Sunday, January 6, 2013

Gumbo!

1 T oil
1 T garlic (dried)
2 T creole seasoning
1 bag frozen chicken, boneless skinless breast tenders
-Cook in a 6 qt. pot, unless you have a bigger one.

7 stalks celery
1 onion
2 green peppers
1 u-shaped turkey sausage
-Chop and saute with chicken.

1/2 c wheat flour
1 big can diced tomatoes
5 c water
5 t chicken boullion
2 T Worcestershire sauce
1 bunch green onions, chopped
1 small package small pink shrimp
-Add in order.  Simmer.
-Serve with rice.  (don't cook with rice unless you get a bigger pot!  Then saute about 1 c rice with veggies and sausage...)

109 calories a cup.

Thursday, January 3, 2013

A New Years' Day to Remember...

 This had to be the best New Years' Day I've had in a long, long time.  Our neighbor girl came over to babysit, and B and I took off to go snorkeling ALL BY OURSELVES!!!  No girls.  I repeat, no girls!!!  It was, uh, very nice.
 We went to Gab Gab Beach, down on the Navy base.  There was a slight hitch.  Since I really don't know how to swim, we were supposed to borrow a life jacket for me to use.  We forgot...  But, as you can see in this picture, that is me up there, floating in some serious ocean.  It turns out I am very comfortable and calm floating happily face down, watching the amazing fish and coral gardens.  The problem comes when my mask fogs up, or a leaf touches me and I think it's a mutant cone snail, or other similar things.  Then I totally freak out, start flailing around, and sink.  B, who is an amazing swimmer and has been since he was four, doesn't really get this.  After we were all done he said "J, you really, really don't know how to swim, do you?"  Um, yeah.  I've told you this ever since we met, and you just now believe me?  But the fins helped tremendously.  It was my first time wearing them, and after some very patient coaching by B, I started to figure out how to use them.  I even felt sort of sleek and fast towards the end.  And he showed me how to tread water wearing them.  I practiced until I could tread with both hands up out of the water- the goal being to allow me to put my mask back on without standing on something solid...  (This is one of my major snorkeling hold-ups.  Most of the ocean is deeper than me, or, the parts that aren't are covered with extremely delicate coral that I don't really want to be tromping on with my huge feet and even huger flippers...)  But, sadly, it just didn't work.  Still can't do it.  I did make lots of progress.  I even got so I could let a little water into my mask to swish around so it wouldn't fog up, without hyperventilating.
 Pixar really wasn't exaggerating when they made Finding Nemo.  Here is The Drop Off.  And the fish were traveling in formations that made them appear as if they were in heavy fish traffic.  The camera doesn't do the colors justice, either.  The coral is purple and yellow.  The fish iridescent blue, bright yellow, orange, or weird spotted patterns.  Totally crazy.  We saw packs of butterfly fish.




Moorish idols as big as a volleyball.
Little needle fish that are transparent, and swim right below the surface.

Towards the end we saw this completely bizarre thing.  I can't even find out what it is, because I don't know enough about it to search for it...  It was about four feet long, brown, with white ring ridges, and shaped like the hose on my vacuum.  It's head, or whatever, was open like the opening on a tube, but it had leafy appendages coming out of it.  It moved by accordion-ing its ridges forward, and when B dove down to check it out, it shrank up until it was about twice as big around, and half as long.  So strange.




 It was wonderful.  We have to make time to do this more often...
 After snorkeling we went to a friends' house, where I crashed on the sofa and took a deep nap.  Went home, dropped off B with Miss R, and Misses A and M and I went down to Tarague Beach for a concert.

The band was the Kelly Bell Band.  I hadn't ever heard of them, but they were really great.  Our neighbors were there, and although sweet Miss K had babysat my girls all day, she was still happy to dance and play with them.

 The band had all the kids come up to sing a pretty awesome rendition of the Sponge Bob song.


 They took a break, and a magician came out.  He totally flummoxed me, I had no idea how he was doing his tricks.  He did a trick with little foam balls, which B, who is a pretty good magician himself, does sometimes with the girls.  Miss A piped up and said "My Daddy has those!"  The magician said "Your Daddy does magic?"  "Yes!"  "Is he here?"  "No."  "Oh good."  It was funny.  Then the band came on for a few more numbers.  It was so great, right there by the beach.  A fresh breeze, a bit of rain, but not too bad.  But, there were only a handful of people there.  It made me sad.  The singer kept saying "Are you all still with us?"  I worry that the entertainers won't want to keep coming if no one comes to see them...

Thursday, December 27, 2012

Visiting the Snakes...

Today we did something that I have wanted to do since coming to Guam:  visit the USDA facility here at Andersen Air Force Base!!!  This may seem like an odd thing to be excited about, but if you, like me, have a passionate excitement about and extreme hatred for non-native invasive species, it's natural.  (I wrote a bit about this here, and here.)
So today we walked with our friends up to the USDA.  The people there were so nice and accommodating.  They spoke with us for a long time about how many snakes they catch, how they catch them, and about the effects the snakes have had on the other animals here.  Then they took us to the "snake pits".


 They separate the snakes into different cages based on the week during which they are caught.  Then they use the freshest snakes to help train the jack russell terriers that are the last line of defense to keep the snakes from leaving the island.  The dogs sniff everything slated to leave Guam, at the airports, port, cargo shipping places, even people's house hold goods before they get packed out to move.  I guess the snakes odor changes as they are kept in the cage, so the dogs only use them for a week.  It would be devastating to the other islands if this snake showed up anywhere else.  There weren't many snakes today, because the USDA people only worked yesterday and today because of the holiday.  

Here is one of the traps, which catch most of the snakes.  The mouse is kept safe and happy in the middle part.  The USDA guys make mouse food by molding chicken feed with paraffin wax into muffin tins.  The potato is how the mouse gets its water.  The mouse lures the snake in, and the snake hangs out until it is transferred to the cages here.  After two weeks, they get euthanized.  The facility there also has the big cages of cute fat little mice waiting to get switched into the traps all over base.  The USDA traps snakes at our base, the Navy base, the Guam airport, and at the port.  One thing I learned about today that I found disturbing:  they only try to control snakes at those places...  I always thought (at least since B talked me into coming to Guam by telling me this) that the brown tree snake was sort of on the run, and not really an issue anymore.  But there are over THREE MILLION snakes on the island, and they don't even try to trap them anywhere except where they might get on a plane or a boat to leave Guam.  That was discouraging to hear...  They do catch over 13,000 a year, but compared with the vast number that's slithering around the rest of this place, that isn't much comfort.  I asked about any plans for eradication attempts, and he said none were in the works.  About a year ago, they did a helicopter drop of mice injected with tylenol, since that is lethal to the snakes, in hopes that the snakes would eat the treated mice.  He said that if any large scale control attempts were made, it would be from the air like that. 

 They keep a big cage with three of the "big" tree snakes, to use for demonstrations.  They got one of these out for us to see.  It was a little over six feet long.  He said that they once caught four ten footers in one cage, and those were the largest he has seen.  Most of the ones they catch are three to four feet.
 He held it up,
 and everyone got to pet it.  Here is Miss H.

 He showed us that the snakes' belly is reflective, so one of the most effective ways of catching the snake is spotlighting them at night.  They drive with lights where they can see the fence surrounding the base and see tons of the snakes climbing the fence.
 Miss A got her arm all wound up with snake.  We learned how they brown tree snake is semi-venomous and semi-constrictive...



He wanted to show us the snake's fangs, so he had it bite its tail.  Kind of sad...  But freaky looking mouth!
The kids had really got the snakes in the little cage awake and riled up, so they were striking at the wire, getting their fangs caught, pretty intense.  I couldn't get my camera to focus through the wire mesh, so the guy opened the top of the cage for me.  But the snakes didn't really like that so much, and one of them- up in the right corner- was striking at me, so I backed off...  Interestingly, he said that they have noticed that the tiger striped ones, like that one standing up to get me, seem to be more aggressive than the solid ones.   Then, once I pulled back, the guy pulled a whole bunch of snakes out from under the top frame of the cage, right where I had been leaning over.  It freaked me out.  And I decided I had enough snakes for one day.  I can guess who will star in my nightmares tonight...  It was awesome.