Mark Daniel Maloney
Rotary District 5160 Governor:
Durham Rotary President:
October 22, 2019
The† 2020 Crab Feed will be held on Saturday, January 18, 2020
2019 Calendar for Durham Rotary
Harvest Festival Debrief
Monday Night Footbal
Kevin Phillips, Paradise Irrigation District Director (and Durham resident), speaking about the PID recovery and challenges since the Camp Fire.
Crab Feed Planning
President Steven Heithecker opened the meeting back at the BCCC.† †He asked Dave Jessen to lead us in the pledge, which he did.†
He then asked Larry Bradley to lead us in a song. †Larry led us in singing Take Me Out To The Ballgame.
President Steve then asked Jim Patterson to give the invocation, which he did.
October 29th:† No Meeting
November 5th:† Steve Heichecker will present District Governor, Tina Atkins.
November 12th:† No Meeting
November 19th:† Crab Feed Meeting.
November 26th:† No Meeting
December 3rd:† Christmas Party
December 10th:† No Meeting
December 17th: Phil Price
January 7th: Unknown
January 18th:† Crab Feed
January 14th:† Unknown but maybe Crab Feed preparation.
If a Tuesday is not listed above, there is no meeting that week.
President Steve passed around a Thank You note from Southern Oregon University, Advanced Student Credit Program.
President Steve then delivered to Jim Patterson his winnings for the 4th Quarter of the game at the last meeting.† It was noted that he had already won the 1st and 2nd Quarters.† In view of his multiple wins, Jim donated $50 to the Rotary International Foundation.
President Steve then delivered to Jessica Thorp her winnings for the 3rd Quarter.
President Steve and Dave Jessen reported on their attendance at the District Seminar held October 19th in Redding at Simpson University.
VISITING ROTARIANS & GUESTS
Jessica Thorp introduced Kevin Phillips, who was our program for the night.
Larry Bradley introduced Todd Kimmelshue, visiting from Chico Rotary.
Jim Kirks introduced Students of the Month, Celina Allen and Daisy Arvonen and Dasiyís mother, Amy Arvonen.
There will be no meeting on October 29th as the BCCC has an event.
The next meeting will be on November 5th at which President Steve will present District Governor, Tina Atkins.
Note:† This meeting will not be at the BCCC.† It is tentatively set in the front room at the Durham Memorial Hall, unless you hear differently.† Check your email before the meeting.
There will be a Board meeting with District Governor Tina Atkins at 4:45 before the November 5th meeting.† All are welcome.†
Phil Price contributed $50 for his trip to San Jose del Cabo (not Cabo San Lucas) week before last.† For you farmers, below is a restaurant on an organic farm a few miles north of San Jose del Cabo.† One the best restaurants in the area.
Students of the Month
Prior to introducing out two Students of Month for September and October, President Steve showed a video about Interact Club.† In it Interact Club members around the world describe the ďBest Days of their LivesĒ in working on Interact projects helping people.† Steve noted that there are 20,000 clubs in 159 countries.
Both of our Students of the Month are members of the Durham High Interact Club and both helped at the Harvest Festival.
The Students of the month were Celina Allen for September and Daisy Arvonen for October.† President Steve presented them with plaques.
We had two Boy Scouts visit us.† They talked about their projects.† They were Ryan Doyle and Jake Ilukowicz.† President Steve presented them with a check for $500 for their help at the Harvest Festival.
REPORTS AND ANNOUNCEMENTS
From Brian Gray, Paradise Rotary
The most destructive fire in US history. We need your help to bring back the Town of Paradise California. the fire was Nov 8, 2018. Many good things are happening. This picture is our booth at the Zone Institute
Also from Brian Gray of the Paradise Rotary Club:
So, Feb 1, 2020 the Paradise Crab Feed will be held at the Chico Elks Lodge, like last year.
With a combined effort, we raised over $40,000 with a lot of Rotary Clubs pitching in and attending.
But, more importantly, we showed Rotary unity, and that Paradise would be renewed.
Can you, your Rotary friends, your family, your employees all help us this year?
It is NOT too early to be planning to attend the Rotary International Convention in Honolulu Hawaii June 6-10, 2020! And, this is not something that can wait. While in Hamburg, Rotarians will get to register for next year's Convention in Honolulu, and now you can too.
Registration for the Honolulu 2020 Rotary Convention will open on June 1, 2019.
Rotarians everywhere can take advantage of this lowest rate at www.riconvention.org. To assist Rotarians in registering, attached is a description of how to complete registration for Honolulu 2020. Please note that you must have a My Rotary account to register, and that is easy to do with the instructions attached to this message. I've also attached a chart that shows pricing. This is the lowest, folks! I think I've attached enough info to help you to take advantage of this.
Bring guests, who you think you can interest in becoming a member, to meetings.† Your dinner and your guestís dinner will be paid for by the Club.† In the meantime please invite Durham business owners and/or managers to one of our meetings.†
Must Be Present to Win Drawing:
Ravi was present to win the $40 that had accumulate as a result of members not being present.
Jessica Thorpe presented Kevin Phillips, Paradise Irrigation District manager (and Durham resident), speaking about the PID recovery and challenges since the Camp Fire.† It was quite fascinating getting an explanation of what they have had to do and are still doing to solve the contamination problems.† It is not a problem of contamination of the water initially, but of contamination absorbed into the plastic service pipe that leaches into the water when it sits in the pipes.† It was a result of having installed plastic meters and meter boxes several years ago and the necessity of shutting all the water off due to fire damage.† They will be installing brass meter and concrete boxes with a check-valve back flow preventer in the future on all properties.† They are currently testing all service lines to determine whether contamination is leaching into the water.† Where that is happening they are replacing the service lines, which FEMA is paying for.
Twenty Years Ago in the Rowel
President Mike called the meeting to order.† Mike Wacker led the pledge of allegiance.† Jim Patterson gave the invocation
Pres. Mike (Crump) still didnít have the Rotary Bell.† What was worse was that he brought the Clubís backup Bell, but had lost it before the meeting started.† Dave Mulqueeney, who had come into possession of some photographs of the Bell last week, suggested that since the last photo showed the Bell in a trash can, it was obvious that the Bell had committed suicide because President Mike wasnít even looking for it.† President Mike offered a reward to any member who could tell him where the Bell was.† †There were no takers.
Kent Jackson, Sergeant at Arms, assessed Mike $10 for still missing the Clubís Bell and an additional $2 for losing the replacement.
Students of the Month
Roy Ellis introduced Shane Strick and Caitlin Benson, our Students of the Month for September and October.† The two of them introduce and recounted the accomplishment of each other.
My Personal Comment on the Rotary International article below.
The following article from Rotary International was of significant interest to me as Cindyís sister contracted polio as a teenager.† At the time she and Cindy were sleeping in the same bed when Charlie woke up and couldnít move.† After long stints in a hospital, she ended up with a week leg which collapsed and fractured during three of her six pregnancies.† Then more recently, as she got into her 60s, a lot of the weakness returned in what is now called post-polio syndrom.† The result is that in recent years she has been uable to walk unaided and had to retire from her job as an RN.† Even though they were sleeping in the same bed, Cindy didnít get it, although she was quarenteened for several weeks.
From Rotary International
The price of polio
Meet five Rotarians who understand the diseaseís long-term consequences
as told to Vanessa Glavinskas photography by Frank Ishman
When you go to your Rotary club meeting this week, look around at your fellow members and think about this: In North America, anyone younger than 70 likely doesnít remember a time before the polio vaccine. Those under 40 were born after polio was no longer endemic in the United States. And among your clubís youngest members, the very word ďpolioĒ probably conjures a bygone age when children regularly died of diseases like measles, smallpox, or whooping cough. Now, however, we know that measles is staging a comeback. Tuberculosis, which might bring to mind 19th-century sanitariums, is gaining greater resistance to treatment. Until a disease is really gone, eradicated, extirpated from the planet, it will always be looking for ways to come back, for breaches in our defenses.
Weíve come very far in the 64 years since the introduction of Jonas Salkís vaccine ó and especially in the 40 years since Rotary decided to take on polio. Every day it gets easier to forget why itís so critical that we eradicate this disease. Most of us donít see polio in our daily lives. Whole generations have never experienced its terrifying power.
We let our guard down when we think that polio is a disease that happens only in faraway places, or that almost eradicated is good enough. But if we stop and remember what it was like when polio was everywhere and people felt powerless against it, we know that if we donít finish the fight, weíll soon be back where we started.
In the following segments, five Rotarians share their experiences with polio. Thanks to their willingness to recount painful memories, we know that we must keep fighting until polio is gone forever.
Rotary Club of New Tampa, Florida
I felt like I was entering another world. Beds with paralyzed children lined every wall. I was put into a big room. There were rows and rows of children, probably about 50 children, and three or four nurses to care for us. I was seven when I was transferred to Hope Haven childrenís hospital in Jacksonville, Florida, where I spent four months learning how to walk again.
I missed my mother so much. When she would visit, Iíd ask her why she couldnít come more often. But parents were only allowed to visit on Wednesdays and Sundays. I still donít know why. Iíd cry myself to sleep every night. The nurses used to get so mad at me. Theyíd say I was too old to cry.
I spent Thanksgiving, Christmas, and my birthday in that hospital. At first, I was bedridden. Polio had affected my legs, and I couldnít walk. When I got the virus, I had extreme pain all over my body and a high fever. I couldnít stand up. That was very scary.
My parents took me to the doctor on a Saturday morning; he examined me and immediately sent me to an isolation ward. I had my own room there, but only the nurses could be with me. There was a balcony that extended around the building, and each room had a window. There were two chairs on the balcony outside every room, and thatís where parents would sit and talk to their child, through the window. No one was allowed into my room, and I was not allowed out.
Once my fever broke and I wasnít contagious anymore, I was moved to Hope Haven to learn to walk again. The therapies were painful. They would put hot, wet wool towels on my legs and then exercise the muscles. The nurses would also massage my legs with oil. Sometimes theyíd use these electrical shock-type things to shock the muscles into use. They would take all of us to therapy once or twice per day. In between, teachers came in and we had school. Theyíd roll my bed to a huge room, and the teachers would be in there teaching. It was the beginning of second grade for me.
Once I started walking, I was released from the hospital, but I didnít return to my old school until third grade. After I left the hospital, I tried to put it out of my mind. Then the vaccine was released, and everyone went to get it. It was being given at a school on a Sunday afternoon. They called it Sabin Sunday, after Albert Sabin, who invented the oral vaccine, and I remember standing in a really long line, thinking, ďDo I really need to do this? Iíve already had polio.Ē But my mother was adamant that my brother and I get vaccinated.
Since then, Iíve done most everything I wanted to do in life. I became a teacher. I married a wonderful guy 53 years ago who is also in Rotary. I have three children and 10 grandchildren. Not many people know I had polio, except that one of my legs is smaller than the other and I have a slight limp. About 12 years ago, I fell and broke the hip in my bad leg. After surgery, I was able to learn to walk again, so now I can say Iíve learned to walk three times.
This year, Iím president of my Rotary club. Iím eager to make eradicating polio a priority and to raise money for End Polio Now. Until now, I havenít told many people my story, but if it can help the eradication effort, it seems like a good time to start.
Rotary Club of Leeís Summit, Missouri
There were five children in my family, all boys. In 1942, every one of us got polio. My oldest brother, George, died. My middle brother spent months in an iron lung. I was so young that I donít remember having the virus, but I grew up with its effects on our family all around me. Georgeís photograph sat on our fireplace mantel. He had been afraid of the dark, so my parents plugged in a nightlight next to it.
But as time went on, few people even knew I had had the disease. In 1999, I was appointed PolioPlus chair for my district. Thatís when I asked my mother to tell me about our familyís experience with polio. At first, she said she couldnít talk about it. It was too painful. But a few weeks later, she surprised me with a letter. Iím sharing it now in the hope that our story will help my fellow Rotarians understand why we must continue to fight this disease until itís eradicated.
It must have been August 7, 1942, when Bill came in and announced he had ďpoliomyalitus.Ē I didnít know where he had heard of such a thing, but I said, ďIf you have poliomyelitis, you go straight up to bed and stay thereĒ Ö and he did! He really did feel bad! Then George became ill. I called Dr. Eldridge, our pediatrician. On the night of August 11, George couldnít swallow his medication. It came back through his . I called the doctor again and he came right over. (Dad was on the road.) Dr. Eldridge took George and me to old General Hospital. (No other hospital in Kansas City would accept us.) They took George, but they wouldnít let me stay. I went home and called Dad. He started home immediately, drove all night, and went to the hospital about 4 a.m., but they wouldnít let him in either. At about 7 a.m. the hospital called us and said George was dying. When we arrived, George was already gone.
By that time, Richard, Larry, and Carl had also become sick, and when I got home from the hospital, Richard was much worse and we rushed him to the hospital. When we marched in, I informed them I was staying Ö I had lost one child and I was staying, no matter what! Dad and I took turns so Richard always had one of us there. One of Dadís aunts had come to help us and stayed with Bill, Larry, and Carl.
Dad sent someone to take me to the funeral home to see George. When I got back to the hospital, Richard wasnít doing well, and in the night, I saw his skin sink into his chest. All I could see were bones covered with skin, drawn tight. I ran as fast as I could down the hall, calling the intern. We ran back and this man picked Richard up and plunked him into an iron lung. His lungs had collapsed.
When we went home, we had to start the ďKennyĒ treatments. We had to tear wool blankets into strips and put them in boiling water, run them through a tight wringer, and place them on each child for so many minutes, and then off for so many minutes, then on, etc. Dad put a hot plate in an upstairs bathroom to boil the water. He put an old wringer over the tub with stacks of wool strips handy. Bill was on his way to recovery, but Richard, Larry, and Carl were the sick ones now. Dad hired nurses to help during the day, and my dear mother drove from California to help. People came from everywhere to give us hope and offer to help, but they couldnít come in the house.
When the boys were well enough, we had to start therapy, compliments of the March of Dimes. I took my children and another lady in leg braces and her little boy three times a week. Richard has one leg a little shorter than the other. Carlís chest didnít fill out. Bill had many problems. And, of course, we have one little boy angel in heaven.
Rotary Club of Bluefield, West Virginia
My mother was in her 30s when she contracted polio. I donít remember her having the disease, but I do remember her coming home with a cast on her left foot after sheíd had a corrective surgery. I was about four years old, and I remember her getting out the drill to make holes in the legs of a kitchen chair so she could screw casters into it. She sat in it and rolled herself around our kitchen while she cooked, rather than hobble on her crutch.
The surgeon had put a plate in her foot in an attempt to straighten it, but it didnít work, and it left her in pain. Doctors wanted to amputate her foot, but she refused. These were the days before the Americans With Disabilities Act. Nothing was accessible. She would struggle on one crutch up and down the stairs to our apartment, down the street to the store, up the steps to get on public transportation. I only saw her ask for help if she really needed it. I really donít know how she managed to raise nine of us children. Before she got polio, she was raising my older siblings during the Great Depression and while my father was away fighting in World War II.
We all grew up here in Bluefield, West Virginia. In the 1950s, people were afraid of polio and the atomic bomb. A nearby town, Wytheville, had more cases of polio per capita than any other place in the country. People would keep their windows closed and hold their breath just to drive through Wytheville. Everyone was terrified because they didnít understand how the virus was being transmitted. City workers sprayed insecticide all over the trees and houses in case insects carried polio. All public places were closed ó movie theaters, pools. Kids were quarantined at home. Thereís still a museum in Wytheville that documents its polio epidemic.
I joined Rotary when I found out about their work to eradicate polio, because I thought it would be a way to make my mother proud. She died of lung cancer at age 56, though she never smoked. I wasnít interested in networking; I joined Rotary to help immunize children against polio, and in 2011, I traveled to India to do that. We went to a little town between the Ganges River and Nepal where we immunized about 45 children who had been missed by previous vaccination campaigns. While there, I met a 16-year-old girl who had crawled her entire life because of polio. She was getting fitted for leg braces so she could take her first steps at age 16. I still get emotional thinking about her.
After that trip, I became an advocate for PolioPlus. I gave presentations across our district, raised money, and served as our districtís PolioPlus chair. I didnít have any of those aspirations when I joined, but I can be very driven, like my mother: Even though polio left her physically damaged, it never took her spirit.
Rotary Club of Cambria, California
I had never heard anyone called a polio survivor until I became a Rotarian in 2005. For me, I had polio, and life went on.
I contracted the virus when I was eight months old. The disease left me with a limp. My left foot is a drop foot, which means I canít lift the front part, so I pick up my whole foot when walking to avoid dragging my toes on the ground. It was always clear that I was never going to be a lead dancer for the Bolshoi Ballet, but I chose my goals and went after them. I had a successful career in marketing for movie studios. It was always go, go, go, and there was a lot of travel. I left the industry at age 60 because the travel and hours were taking a toll on me physically. But at that point, I still hadnít consulted with a doctor who knew anything about polio.
My dad died in 2008 after being bedridden for years. He had contracted polio at the same time I did, but the impact on him was more severe. It affected his right leg and right arm. In his name, I traveled to India to take part in a National Immunization Day in 2010 and again in 2012. What really shocked me in India was seeing polio survivors on the street. There was a young man, Iím guessing he was in his early 20s, who I saw at St. Stephenís Hospital in Delhi. He is burned in my memory because of the way he was forced to walk.
In the United States, you might occasionally see a polio survivor who limps. But it was completely different in India. Going on an NID showed me what a polio survivor living in poverty suffers. They canít work. Many are carried from place to place. Itís devastating.
In 2013, I climbed Machu Picchu. That night, I remember taking a shower and trying to walk 50 feet to dinner. I could barely get there. I used my walking stick, but I had to keep stopping. It was so hard to move. A few months later, I consulted with a doctor who explained to me how polio initially kills off nerves. Some of the surviving nerves grow little sprouts, and when those die off, they donít regenerate. He said I should always use a wheelchair going through airports. He told me, ďYour life is now a choice about what is worth killing nerve sprouts for.Ē He advised me that I shouldnít do anything that I would need more than 20 minutes to recover from.
The biggest thing that concerns me today is that people here in the United States are not vaccinating. Iíve lived in Los Angeles for 38 years, and so many people come through this city. I worry about how easy it would be for the virus to travel back to the United States and affect a child who isnít vaccinated. Yes, I survived and lived a full life, but I would have done more physical activities if I hadnít had polio. I want every opportunity to be open to every child.
Rotary Club of Middletown-Odessa, Delaware
When I was 10 months old, I was paralyzed from the neck down by polio. I had been in the hospital for about a week when my great-aunt came to visit. She was a nun and had spent most of her adult life working as a nurse in a polio ward. She looked at my chart and saw that the doctors werenít doing what they needed to do to prevent my muscles from atrophying. My great-aunt believed in a method developed by an Australian nurse named Sister Kenny. It was a physical therapy program for polio patients that manipulated and stretched the paralyzed muscles.
But at the hospital, they were putting kids in casts. It was the worst thing to do, but they didnít know. Not moving the paralyzed limb caused the muscles to shrink and weaken, and those children had to have many painful corrective surgeries.
After my great-aunt visited, my mom decided to bring me home and perform the Sister Kenny method herself. She said I would wail in pain every time she exercised my limbs, and she had to do it every other hour, all day and all night, for six months. She was pregnant at the time and also had my three-year-old brother to care for. Without her strong will and determination, I never would have walked. Iím blessed that she had the fortitude to do that.
A year later, I took my first step. As I grew up, most people never knew I had had polio. My mom did such a good job, very few of my muscles atrophied. I played baseball, basketball, and football. I worked in restaurants, which is very physically demanding. I started a business. At one time, if you went to a Burger King anywhere between Maine and South Carolina, your receipt was printed on paper from my paper and ribbon supply company.
But when I turned 40, I started to have weakness, pain, and extreme fatigue. It got so bad that I had to retire. I went to 10 different doctors over two years before a doctor identified it as post-polio syndrome. Hearing ďpolioĒ hit me like a ton of bricks. I thought it had come back. But the virus hadnít come back; the muscles that had compensated for my damaged muscles were starting to fail from overuse.
Now Iím in a wheelchair for all but about 200 to 300 steps per day. Iím in the chair to protect my ability to walk. I have to avoid overusing my muscles. I canít lift weights or do resistance exercises. About 70 percent of polio survivors have post-polio syndrome, yet itís still widely misunderstood and often misdiagnosed.
About four years ago, I attached a sign to my wheelchair that says, ďThis is what polio looks like when a child is not vaccinated.Ē I did it because I want to bring attention to the need to eradicate polio ó and to the importance of vaccinations. A lady came up to me at Yankee Stadium recently to ask if she could take a picture of my sign. I said, ďSure, but why?Ē She said her daughter-in-law refuses to vaccinate her children, and the woman wanted to show her this picture. Here in Delaware, the combined vaccination rate is 77 percent, which is well below herd immunity rates for many diseases. As Iíve gotten more and more involved with PolioPlus through Rotary, Iíve become concerned with the declining level of vaccination rates in the United States.
Iím in this chair because there wasnít a vaccine for polio when I got the virus in 1953. But no matter how dedicated Rotary members are to eradicating polio, many of them know very little about the disease. So Iím trying to do my part to educate people about my experience.
There is a lot of suffering for polio survivors. Thatís why we have to keep fighting this disease. So many positives are occurring in the eradication campaign right now. We are very close to a polio-free world. The money is not going down the drain. We have to keep fighting. We have to keep the promise that we made to the kids of the world back in 1985.
The Rotary International web site is: www.rotary.org
District 5160 is: www.rotary5160.org
The Durham Rotary Club site is: www.durhamrotary.org
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