Summer vacations serve many purposes,offering time for everything from simple relaxation to sightseeing, adventure, and education.
For some vacationers, there's another rich possibility: a chance to trace family roots by visiting –or revisiting –ancestral homes. Wandering through rooms that sheltered earlier generations of relatives, descendants can feel new connections and a heightened sense of appreciation for those who have gone before.
In our family, this kind of sentimental journey involves heading to Pine River, Wis., a tiny dot on the map 45 minutes northwest of Oshkosh. There, on a hill overlooking the main street, stands an imposing white Colonial where my maternal great-grandparents, early settlers here, raised four children and carved out fulfilling lives.
On a brilliant summer Saturday, as the current owners graciously lead us through the seven-bedroom house, we try hard to memorize details. This is the dining room where the extended family gathered for Thanksgiving and Christmas. This is the library where my great-grandfather, an enthusiastic reader, kept his books. This is the back room where the hired men slept after long days of planting or threshing on the family farm. And this area off the kitchen is where my great-grandfather wrote in his diary and issued stern reminders to his grandchildren – "Don't slam the door!" – as they ran in and out.
夏日的周六，阳光灿烂。当祖屋的现任主人彬彬有礼地带领我们参观这座有七间卧室的建筑时，我们力图记住每一个细节。这是餐厅，是全家团圆庆祝感恩节和圣诞节的地方。这是藏书室，是我那痴迷于读书的外曾祖父藏书的地方。这是佣人房，是雇工在家庭农场整天的种地或者打谷之后睡觉的地方。还有这里——紧挨着厨房的这片地儿——是外曾祖父在日记里曾经提到的地方。当孙子孙女们在这儿跑进跑出的时候，他厉声喝道：―不许摔门！‖The décor has changed, of course, but these spaces still convey a sense of the past. "You can almost feel the people and their presence," says my cousin as we thank our hosts and leave.
装潢变了，这是理所当然的，但祖屋依旧散发着过去的味道。我们谢过主人，准备离开的时候，表弟说道：―在这儿几乎可以感觉到祖祖辈辈那些人，他们是真是存在的。‖Up the road, past the Congregational church where our relatives worshiped, a small cemetery tells other stories. Pausing to read gravestones dating back to the 1800s, their names and inscriptions dulled by the elements, visitors can feel awed by this silent community of former residents who played varying roles in shaping this town.
Sometimes such pilgrimages are bittersweet.One woman in New York describes her sadness in discovering that a favorite cherry tree in her grandparents' former yard is gone, and that her grandfather's carpentry shop in the basement has been turned into a studio apartment. A man in New Jersey laments the loss of his grandfather's garden, now paved in concrete.
Neglect can also take its toll. My father and I once visited the beautifully maintained house where he was born. But our elation over its pristine condition turned to sadness at our next stop, the dairy farm that once belonged to his grandparents. The house and barns looked derelict, badly in need of paint and repairs. Never again, we vowed, would we go back. Some beloved memories are best left unchanged.
Tracing family roots on paper, through documents, letters, and diaries, brings many rewards. But actually walking in the footsteps of earlier generations adds a powerful new dimension – a sense of place.
"The past is a foreign country: They do things differently there," observed the British novelist L.P. Hartley. Those differences make a case for visiting the past.
Several years ago Christine Louise Hohlbaum, an American living in Paunzhausen, Germany, went with her father to Long Island, N.Y., to see a house once owned by her great-aunt. As they walked the grounds, she says, she felt an "overwhelming" sense of history. "It was as if I were convening with the essence of our family. This was a real live place where important events happened."
As other vacationers make pilgrimages to their own long-ago "real live places" this summer, some might agree with Thomas Wolfe that you can't go home again, at least not permanently. But you can go back for an hour, or even 15 minutes. And chances are good that you'll feel the richer for it.
It wasn’t much —a few words and a tiny bouquet of lily of the valley. Yet it brought me strange comfort in a trying time.
It had been a long, long year —the last year of my son Adrian‘s brief life.
The journey up by train to London‘s Waterloo Station had become almost routine. Then the 25-minute walk across Waterloo Bridge and on to The Hospital for Sick Children, Great Ormond Street. The walk to the hospital was not without enjoyment, for I was eager to see my son again and buoyed up by the somehow indestructible hope that today, by some miracle, he would be recovering.
But the return to the railway station in the evening was devastating. Once again, no miracle. Some evenings it became, as the French say, insupportable.
但每当夜幕降临我返回车站的时候, 我绝望至极：奇迹还是没有出现。正如法国人说的那样，这样的夜晚已经变得让我难以忍受了。（这样的夜晚，我已经撑不下去了。）After putting my little son to bed in the ward, hearing his prayers and holding him in my arms while he fell asleep, I usually had plenty of time to make my way to the station. I frequently paused on the bridge spanning the River Thames to watch the broad river flowing along on its never-ending journey to the sea.
One evening I gazed, hypnotized almost,into the black, oily water and was not immediately aware that a woman had joined me. I looked up and saw her; she was standing quite close. I had seen her before in the shadows on the opposite side of the street and had recognized, without giving the matter much thought, that she was, almost certainly, of the sisterhood euphemistically referred to as ―ladies of the evening ‖.
―Evenin ‘, Guv‘or,‖she said.
―Good evening, ‖I replied, a litt le discomfited by her presence and unsure of her intentions.
She looked away from me and gazed into the Thames.―You been to the Children‘s, ‖she said. It was a statement rather than a question.
―Yes, I have, ‖I told her, a bit bewildered by her interest. ―My little son is a patient here. ‖―Bad, ain‘t he? ‖she said.
―Yes, I‘m afraid he is, ‖ I replied. And again, as much to myself as to her, ―I‘m very muc h afraid he is. ‖
She reached out and touched my arm. I could see tears in her eyes.―I‘m sorry, Guv,‖she said softly. Then she withdrew her hand quickly, turned and walked away. I thought about the encounter all the way home and felt strangely heartened by it.
For the next few months, I regularly made my way to and from the hospital, my emotions alternating wildly between unreasoning hope and complete despair. Often she would join me on the bridge.
―‘Ow is ‘e, then?‖she would enquire.
―Anything different?‘E‘s in Mr. Punch ward,ain‘t ‘e? ‖
―He is,‖ I agreed, wondering how she knew. ―There‘s no change. ‖
She never asked my name but invited me to call her Rosie.―That ‘s what me friends call me.‖―My son‘s name is Adrian, Rosie, ‖I told her. ―He‘s quite blond with grey eyes, and he ‘s almost four years old. ‖
She nodded and said nothing.
I came to rely on these encounters to a remarkable degree and one evening gave her a small picture of Adrian, a duplicate of one I carried in my wallet. I wrote on the back of it: ―Thank you, Rosie. ‖She looked at it for a long moment before wrapping it in her handkerchief and putting it carefully in her handbag.
Then, finally, the telephone call came from the hospital: ―I think you had better come at once.‖
He looked so small lying there, his grey eyes fixed earnestly on mine. I le ane d over and wiped the perspiration from his forehead.
―Daddy, why are you crying? Daddy, I ‘m frightened. Oh, Daddy, is it going to be all right?‖
―Yes, darling, Daddy ‘s here. It ‘s going to be all right. ‖
The tiny hand clasped in mine relaxed its grip.
When it was over, the two compassionate nurses put their arms round my shoulders and led me away. I went out into the London streets —and it was night.
The following evening, after taking care of necessary business at the hospital, I stopped on the bridge and leaned over the railings, gazing,unseeing, into the water, trying to get a grip on myself. When I turned, Rosie was standing beside me. She touched me gently on the arm, just as she had the first time we met.
―‘Ere, ‖she said, proffering me something wrapped in tissue paper. ―They‘re for ‘im. You‘ll put ‘em on ‘is grave for me, won ‘t you? ‖Thrusting a tiny bouquet of lily of the valley into my hand, she made a sort of choking sound, turned and ran.
A mass of wreaths covered the grave. In the center of the profusion of floral tributes the tiny bunch of lily of the valley contrasted sharply with the vivid roses, daffodils, tulips and anemones that surrounded it.
I timed my return from my final visits to the hospital vicinity so that I would pass by Waterloo Bridge rather late in the evening. I wanted to tell Rosie that I had delivered her flowers.But I saw nothing of her. I could not imagine what had happened to her.
Summoning up my courage, I made my way to the nearest police station, not many blocks distant. With the unfailing courtesy and genuine helpfulness of the British policeman, an officer listened to my story of looking for a friend. He eyed me a bit quizzically.
―Yes, sir, I am almost sure I know to whom you refer, ‖he assured me,―She was regularly in the vicinity of Waterloo Bridge. Her regular ?beat ‘, you might say. Her name was Rosie, wasn‘t it? ‖
―Yes, yes,‖I said.―That ‘s the person I‘m looking for.‖
―I‘m sorry, sir, ‖he told me quietly. ―The person in question is dead. We found her in the street several nights ago. Apparently a heart attack.‖
―Did she have any relatives, any family? ‖I asked.
―No, sir, I‘m sorry,‖the policeman said. ―We went through her handbag, but there was no identification of any kind. Cosmetics, matches, cigarettes, handkerchief, a couple of pictures. That was all.‖
―Do you still have her handbag?‖I asked.―Would it be possible for me to see it —to look into it? ‖
The officer hesitate d.―Well, sir,that’s rather an unusual request. ‖
―Look, constable, ‖I continued, taking out my wallet and withdrawing the picture of my son from it. ―This is my son. If the person you found is really the one I am looking for, there w ill be an identical picture in her handbag.‖
―您看，警官，‖我一边说，一边拿出钱包，从里面取出我儿子的照片。―这是我的儿子。如果你们发现的人的确是我要找的人的话，那么她的包里一定有一张和这一模一样的照片。‖―Just a moment, sir, ‖the officer said and retreated to an inner office. Within minutes here turned, carrying a brown handbag with a large card attached, evidently a listing of the contents. He looked a little excited.
―Yes, sir,‖he assured me, running his finger down the list on the card. ―There are two snapshots here.‖
随着手指在清单上迅速划过，他肯定地对我说：―对，先生，包里的确有两张照片。‖ He opened the handbag and passed me two photographs. One was a replica of the picture I held in my hand. I turned it over and read in my own handwriting:―Thank you, Rosie.‖The other picture was of a small, dark-haired girl.
I had one more place to go. The following day I took the train to London and made my way to the children ‘s hospital. I recalled Rosie mentioning that she had a friend ―Ben‖, who was a porter at the hospital. I enquired at the porters‘lodge. A middle —aged man with a kindly face came forward.
―Yes, indeed, ‖he assured me.―I knew Ro sie. She used to call by regularly, you know, and enquire about your boy. I used to get a report for her from the ward about him.‖
―She wasn ‘t always in the line of business she was in when you met her, you know, ‖Ben continued.―She used to be a waitress. It was after she lost her girl she went on the street. The little girl died in here, you know, six years old. It was about a year ago. That ‘s when I first met Rosie—she used to come here and visit Berda. That was the child ‘s name. after the little one died, Rosie never went back to the waitress job.‖
―Ben, can you tell me where Rosie is buried?‖
―No, Guv, I can‘t. But I can tell you where the child lies. Rosie used to go there every Sunday afternoon and cut the grass and take flowers. I went with her a time of two.‖
I knelt beside the tiny mound. Lacking shears, I tried to pull the longest grass, growing lank and weedy now, with my hands. I filled the blue vase with water from the tap in the corner of the cemetery and replaced it on the grave.
Unwrapping the tissue paper from the small bouquet I carried, I placed the lily of the valley in the vase, thrust the paper in the pocket of my raincoat, rose from my knees and walked rapidly away.
The world is running out of oil, and energy experts believe that there could be serious shortages in ten years’ time. Not only is each individual using more oil than ever before, as the standard of living in industrialized countries rises, but the population explosion means that each year many more people will be using oil in some form or other. Until recently we took oil for granted: it seemed it would never stop flowing. It was so cheap and plentiful that the whole world came to depend on it. Governments neglected other sources of energy: electricity was generated from oil and power stations were fired by it. It found its way into many of the products of light industry. Many people are surprised when they learn how many items in their homes contain oil.
The increase in the price of oil has brought the world to its https://www.sodocs.net/doc/b23441728.html,ernments are searching for a suitable alternative, but so far in vain. They are considering how they can make
better use of the two other major fuels, coal and natural gas, but they have found that neither can take the place of oil in their economies. In recent years there has been a growing concern for the environment and coal is not a popular fuel with environmentalists. Coal mines are ugly, and their development has a serious effect on animal and plant life; coal itself is a heavy pollutant. Natural gas, the purest of the three fuels, is also the most limited in supply.
The answer would seem to lie in nuclear power stations. They need very little fuel to produce enormous amount of power and they do not pollute the atmosphere. Their dangers, however, are so great and the cost of building them is so high that some governments are unwilling to invest in them. Not only could one accident in a single nuclear power station spread as much radioactivity as a thousand Hiroshima atom bombs, but the radioactive waste from these stations is extremely dangerous—for one hundred thousand years. So is there no possible alternative to nuclear power?
Well, there are several, but none of them seems likely to satisfy future world energy demands. Scientists have recently turned their attention to natural sources of energy: the sun, the sea, the wind and hot springs. Of these the sun seems the most promising source for the future. Houses have already been built which are heated entirely by solar energy. However, solar energy can only be collected during daylight hours, and in countries where the weather is unreliable, an alternative heating system has to be included.
Experiments are being carried out at the University of Arizona on ways of storing energy on a large scale. To satisfy a large part of the energy needs of a country like America, huge power stations covering 5,000 square miles would have to be built and one wonders whether this would be acceptable to environmentalists. While experiments in generating energy from the sea and the wind are interesting, neither can be considered an obvious solution to a future energy crisis; the first because a lot of energy is needed to generate from the sea, and the second because the amount of energy generated from wind would satisfy only a small percentage of a nation’s needs.
Another source of energy which could be more widely used is that generated by water or steam from under the earth (geothermal energy as it is called). This form of energy is already being used in New Zealand, Iceland, and very successfully in Italy, where it in fact generates a quarter of the nation’s electricity.
Many scientists are optimistic that new ways of generating large amounts of energy will be successfully developed, but at the same time they fear the consequences. If the world population goes on increasing at its present rate, and each individual continues to use more energy every year, we may, in fifty years’ time, be burning up so much energy that we would damage the earth’s atmosphere. By raising the temperature of the atmosphere, we could melt the Arct ic and Antarctic ice-caps and change the pattern of vegetable and animal life throughout the world—a frightening possibility.
These dangers will have to be kept in mind as scientists continue with their experiments. In the meantime, we can all help to protect the environment by not wasting energy. This means driving more carefully (if you have to use a car—it’s healthier and cheaper to ride a bike) and turning off unnecessary lighting and heating in the home. In these small ways we can all help to make the world a cleaner, healthier place for future generations.
Men often ask the question, ―What do women want?‖ A wise person once answered, ―If you want to know what women want, ask them ... one at a time.‖
Since that‘s an impossible task for any man, I asked several single ladies to share what men really don‘t know about them and what they look for in a date. Guys, you might find their answers surprisingly myth-busting in some instances,while others might validate what you already believe. Either way, hopefully these insights track on understanding women better and improving your dating skills:
1. You risk it all if you wait forever to reach out to a woman who interests you.
―Supposedly, men and women are on different timelines when it comes to making contact,‖says Mary L.,38, a resident of Washington state. ―Guys take their own sweet time to call us for a date and follow up afterward. But the older we get, the less tolerant we are of the waiting game. Guys, wait too long to get in touch —or be inconsistent in how often you‘re in contact with us —and we will lose interest. Patience has less of a shelf life than you realize.‖
2. Not all women who date are looking for a serious relationship.
―Guys think we‘re all on the same ?dating for a relationship‘ track. But sometimes, we just want to date casually,‖ says Los Angeles native Marcie R., 29. ―We‘re just happier being upfront about it. Guys seem to have a harder time admitting that‘s what they want right now. That leads to hot and cold behavior, which women hate.‖ Not looking to get serious? Send those signals out from day one.
Don‘t start seeing a woman and then back-pedal like crazy when things get heavy. It‘s much better to find a girl who‘s OK with casual dating, too.
3. You’d be surprised about what women find to be genuinely sexy in a man.
Guys, do you think you‘re dazzling women with your bravado, squeaky-clean look and manly stubbornness? Well, maybe. But guess what? Women think that a man dressed in a plain t-shirt and a pair of hot jeans is truly sexy, so avoid anything too trendy, loose or ill-fitting —the classics are fine. Women love it when you ask for their advice. (OK, except when it comes to directions... that‘s why you have a GPS in the car. At least one of you needs to know where you‘re going on dates, right? And according to a recent Daily Mail survey, 93 percent of respondents said that if you are fixing, building, making, or cooking something specifically for a woman, the chance that you‘ll get lucky just went up exponentially.
4.Being a cheapskate is a deal -breaker for women.
There‘s plenty of debate about who should pay for a date. Some people think that men should always pick up the tab,while others opt for a more practical ―let‘s take turns‖ approach. Regardless of who pays, a man who comes off as being cheap is persona non grata in a woman‘s world.―Cheapness is the kiss of death for me,‖says Linda W.,37, from Virginia. Focusing on how much the date costs, handing coupons to a waiter or refusing to tip service people adequately can make a bad impression on anyone and will usually nix your chances for a second date.
5.Women struggle to make a connection while remaining independent,too.
First dates can be like visiting an amusement park; at first, you‘re thrilled with the flashy, colored lights and the sense of anticipation. As things progress, you find yourself alternating emotionally between rip-roaring excitement and the onset of dating burnout. You might feel a pressing need to just chill out at home and get a sense of normalcy by going through your regular, single-life routine. So, men, relax and realize that you‘re not alone —women ride the same emotional rollercoaster that goes along with dating someone new. Like you, they vacillate between wanting to be in a relationship and craving independence, especially as they age. Finding the right balance is the key to satisfying these needs, regardless of who you are. Nobody healthy and sane wants to be defined by his or her relationship, and these days, women are more independent than ever before.
6.They call it “women’s intuition” because they are adept at reading nonverbal cues if something feels “off” with a date.
Women have great instincts. Yes, this is a stereotype, but stereotypes often contain a grain of truth. So, men, it‘s better not to lie or become emotionally distant when she questions you about things like dating each other exclusively or what you did last weekend. Chances are she‘ll know something is amiss, even if you think you‘re sparing her feelings by lying. Even if you
fool her once, you‘ll have to keep your story straight, which isn‘t always easy to do. And once a woman thinks she can‘t trust you, it‘s the kiss of dating death.
7.No woman wants to be your mother(or a carbon copy of her own).
Women and men alike have grown up hearing that, in the words of the famous Al Jolson song, a guy wants a―gal just like the gal that married dear old Dad.‖ But smart single women, as much as they may adore their own mothers (and will grow to love yours, too!) are not looking to be anyone ‘s mommy when it comes to dates. They know the difference between a man who lovingly respects his own mother and one who requires around-the-clock babysitting, emotionally or otherwise. Parenting another adult implies major control issues, no matter who is doing it —plus it ‘s just plain creepy.
8.It’s the little things that matter when it comes to impressing a woman.
If you want a woman to feel like she‘s special, really pay attention to her; notice the small things, however unremarkable. Women will grow more attracted to you if they realize you are genuinely interested in who they are as individuals and the things that matter to them, no matter how trivial. Remembering something minor about her appearance, interests, lifestyle or behavior —whether it‘s her favorite flower, preferred drink or what color dress she was wearing on your first date —all add up to win you big points in the game of love.
9.Women are slower to end relationships than men, even short-term ones.
―If a new relationship isn‘t working out, we‘re less likely to dump you without warning, ‖says 28-year-old Trish C. from Virginia.―When men do that and run off, we think less of them. Even from a short-term relationship, we extricate ourselves slowly to make sure we‘re
respectful, ready and not making a mistake. But the signs that we ‘re planning to leave are usually there if you pay attention. ‖So, guys, if your gut tells you that things aren‘t working out, you‘re probably right. If you decide to end things first, though, give her the same courtesy she‘d give you by telling her in person and avoid the vanishing act. You might think you ‘re being kind by sparing her the dreade d breakup discussion, but in reality, she ‘d rather hear the truth.
Recalling her coming of age as the only girl in a privileged, tradition-bound family in Virginia horse country, Drew Gilpin Faust, 59, has often spoken of her ―continued confrontations” with her mother ―about the requirements of what she usually called femininity‖. Her mother, Catharine, she has said, told her repeatedly, ―It ‘s a man‘s world, sweetie, and the sooner you learn that the better off you ’ll be.‖
Instead, Dr. Faust left home at an early age, to be educated at Concord Academy, th en a girl‘s prep school in Massachusetts, and at Bryn Mawr College, a women ‘s college known for creating future leaders, and to become a leading Civil War scholar. And on Feb. 11 , through the convergence of grand changes in higher education, her own achievements and the resignation of Harvard‘s previous president under pressure, she became the first woman appointed to lead the Ivy League university founded in 1636.
―One of the things that I think characterizes my generation —that characterizes me, anyway, and others of my generation —is that I ‘ve always been surprised by how my lif e turned out, ‖Dr. Faust said in an interview just after the university announced that she would become its 28th president, effectively July 1.―I‘ve always done more than I ever thought I would. Becoming a professor—I never would have imagined that. Writing books —I never would have imagined that. Getting a Ph. D. —I‘m not sure I would even have imagined that. I‘ve lived my life a step at a time. Things sort of happened. ‖
Catherine Drew Gilpin was born on Sept.18, 1947, and grew up in Clarke County, Va., in the Shenandoah Valley. She was always known as Drew. Her father, McGhee Tyson Gilpin, bred thoroughbred horses.
Dr. Faust has written frankly of the ―community of rigid racial segregation‖that she and her three brothers grew up in and how i t formed her as―a rebellious daughter‖who would go on to march in the civil rights protests in the 1960s and to become a historian of the region.―She was raised to be a rich man‘s wife, ‖said a friend, Elizabeth Warren, a law professor at Harward.―Instead she becomes the president of the most powerful university in the world. ‖福斯特博士如实写道，她和三个兄弟都在―奉行严格的种族隔离制度的社区‖中长大的，也正是这个地方使她成为一个―叛逆的女儿‖，参加60年代的民权运动，并成为这一领域的历史学家。福斯特的朋友、哈佛大学法学教授伊丽莎白·沃伦这样评价她：―福斯特从小是按照富家媳妇的标准培养的，结果却成为了世界上最有影响力的大学的校长。‖Race was ―not much discussed‖in her family, Dr. Faust wrote in an article reprinted in Harvard Magazine. ―I lived in a world where social arrangements were taken for granted and assumed to be timeless. A child ‘s obligation was to learn these usages, not to question them. T he complexities of racial deportment were of a piece with learning manners and etiquette more generally. ‖
―There w ere formalized ways of organized almost every aspect of human relationships and interactions —how you placed your fork and knife on the plate when you had finished eating, what you did with a fingerbowl; who walked through a door first, whose name was spoken first in an introduction, how others were addressed —black adults with just a first name, whites as ?Mr.‘or ?Mrs.‘—whose hand you shook and whose you didn ‘t, who ate in the dining room and who in the kitchen.‖
In that world, said one of Dr. Faust ‘s brothers, M. Tyson Gilpin Jr., 63, his sister did some of what was expected of her: She raised a beef cow, joined the Brownies and took dancing lessons. But she resisted other things —becoming a debutante, for example.―My sister took off on her track in prep school on, ‖Tyson Gilpin said.―I think she read the scene pretty well. She was ambitious. She wanted to acco mplish stuff.‖她的一个哥哥，63岁的M·泰森·小吉尔平说，他妹妹还是做了一些符合预期的事情：她养了一头小牛，参加了女童子军社团，上了舞蹈课。但她抗拒其他的事情，例如拒绝参加社交活动。―我妹妹从上预备学校时开始就选择了自己的道路，‖泰森·小吉尔平说，―她十分了解形势，雄心勃勃，想要成就一番事业。‖Her father, her two uncles, her great-uncle, two of her three brothers (including Tyson) and
numerous male cousins all went to Princeton, but since Princeton did not admit women in the mid-1960s, she went to Bryn Mawr. Majoring in history, she took classes with Mary Maples Dunn, a professor who would become the president of Smith College, the acting dean of the Radcliffe Institute for Advanced Study and a close friend and advocate.
It was significant, Dr. Dunn said, that Dr. Faust had been educated at Concord Academy and Bryn Mawr. ―I think these women ‘s institutions in those days tended to give these young women a very good sense of themselves and encouraged them to develop their own ideas and
to express themselves confidently,‖she said. ―It was an invaluable experience in a world in which women were second-class citizens. ‖
Dr. Faust graduated from Bryn Mawr in 1968, magna cum laude with honors in history. She went on to the University of Pennsylvania, where she received a master‘s in 1971and a doctorate in 1975 in American civilization. She was a professor at Penn for 25years, including five years as the chairwoman of the Department of American Civilization. She was director of the Women‘s Studies Program for four years.
At Penn, Dr. Faust, who was divorced from her first husband, Stephen Faust, in 1976, met Charles Rosenberg, a professor who is regarded as a leading historian of American medicine, and who became her second husband. She and Professor Rosenberg have a daughter, Jessica, a Harvard graduate who works at The New Yorker. She also has a stepdaughter, Leah.
In 2001, as Dr. Dunn was stepping down as acting dean of the Radcliffe Institute, the remnant of Radcliffe College, which had been absorbed into Harvard in 1999, Dr. Faust became the dean. She made major organizational changes, cut costs and laid off a quarter of the staff, transforming Radcliffe into an internationally known home for scholars from multiple disciplines.―We used to call her Chainsaw Drew,‖Professor Warren said. When Lawrence H. Summers, the Harward president, stepped in trouble two years ago over his comments about women in science, he asked Dr. Faust to lead an effort to recruit, retain and promote women at Harvard.
Asked whether her appointment signified the end of sex inequities at the university, Dr. Faust said:―Of course not. There is a lot of work still to be done, especially in the sciences.‖当被问及对她的任命是否意味着性别不平等在哈佛大学的终结时，福斯特博士说：―当然不是。还有很多工作要做，特别是在科学界。‖
What would her mother, who never went to college and died in 1966, have to say about her appointment?―I‘ve had dialogues with my dead mother over the 40years since she died.‖Then she added with a rueful smile, ―I think in many ways that comment —?It ‘s a man‘s world, sweetie ‘—was a bitter comment from a woman of a generation who didn ‘t have the kind of choices my generation of women had.‖
Time magazine selected him as one of the 25most influential people in America in1997. His books—Health and Healing and Spontaneous Healing —have spent more than 22weeks on the New York Times bestseller list. His Internet web site, from which he dispenses even more advice, attracts 3000 questions a week.
But the message that health guru Andrew Weil has is simple:
“Breathe,”he says. Take long, slow, full breaths with exhales at least as long as the inhales.
“Walk,”he says. Walk briskly, that is, for 10minutes a day, five days a week. Oh, and eat more fresh vegetables and fruit, and less eat meat.
In Health and Healing Weil expands on the importance of breathing, which he calls “the most vital and mysterious function”.
Breathing, he points out, is a unique human function in that it can be fully voluntary or involuntary. As such it is a bridge between the conscious and unconscious minds as well as between mind and body.
“Proper breathing nourishes the central nervous system, establishes a harmonious pattern for other bodily rhyth ms and regulates moods and emotions, ”he says.“Learning how to breathe and working consciously with breath is a simple, safe, effective and inexpensive way to promote good health of mind and body.”
The man with a medical degree from Harvard, a magnificent trademark beard and the sort of eyes that twinkle into crescent slivers when he smiles (which is often), does not hesitate to suggest you head for the nearest hospital if you have been in an accident, need a hip replacement or have a severe infection.
But he has long championed alternative views on health. He emphasizes the need for what he calls “integrative” medicine, which takes the best from any number of healing methods —if they have been shown to work.
Weil began his travels around the world at the age of 17, examining the medicines of other cultures. The experience enforced his passionate interest in botanical drugs and fostered in him a great respect for the inherent power of the mind-body connection and its potential importance in medicine.
He entered Harvard with no intention of practicing in the traditional allopathic way, but with “a strong intuition that a medical degree would be useful”.
For 26 years he has spoken about his basic philosophy —that the body has its own elaborate healing system that repairs wounds, renews bones and corrects mistakes in the blueprint that could otherwise result in cancer or other diseases. He has criticized those doctors who ignore this approach and focus entirely on “the disease model” instead.
Today, he says, the medical syste m in America is in desperate straits. “The technology is simply too expensive and the medical economy is not working. Hospitals are going bankrupt. Medical colleges are having to merge.” Meanwhile the consumer market for alternative medicines is booming and becoming a significant economic force. Weil has noticed more and more physicians lending him an enthusiastic ear.
“I have a long hi story in this field so I have some credibility, ”he says.
Among the millions who now attend carefully to what he has to say is the faculty of the University of Arizona College of Medicine, where a radical and innovative programme of his design, to “train a new type of physician for the next century ”, began in mid-1997.
The first trainees, already qualified doctors with some years’ experience in family practice and internal medicine, embarked in July 1997 upon a two-year post-graduate course to prepare them to be leaders.
The curriculum includes, for example, modules on Zen Meditation, medicine and culture, legal issues, “energy medicine” ( everything from x-rays to the highest technical aspects of the field ) and ancient “energy ”treatments like homeopathy, therapeutic touch and chi gong.
Students study in detail medical acupuncture, homoeopathy, osteopathy and guided imagery. The centre runs a clinic and conducts research and, in line with Weil’s principle that doctors should model health, a candidate’s healthy lifestyle i s a criterion for admission. A Chicago doctor who is also a professional chief has been employed to provide “decent food”to the students. Interest in alternative medicine is a major phenomenon, says Weil. It’s more than just a trend. In fact, he says, it is part of a worldwide reaction against technology and an urge to find a better balance with nature.