How people change over the years

http://www.rte.ie/tv/handson/alveanjones.html

The above is a link to my biography around 8 years ago.

Hands On is now to be found only in RTE’s Archives. It was a programme for people interested in issues pertaining to the Irish Deaf and Hard of Hearing community.

I’d say I’m a much different person now.

How much have you changed in 8 years?

Here it is, in case the original webpage is removed.

 

Alvean Jones

Alvean Jones

Alvean Jones

Born and bred in Dublin, Alvean enjoys the rare distinction of being the only presenter to have been with Hands On since day one!

After sitting her Leaving Certificate, Alvean studied history and philosophy at UCD where she also did a minor in psychology. She then turned her attention to gaining a Diploma in Adult and Continuing Education, graduating from NUI Maynooth in 1998.

Alvean’s talents are not confined to appearing in front of the camera. Being the multi-tasker she is, Alvean also works behind the scenes at Hands On, transcribing ISL to English for the voiceover script. She is also a computer literacy tutor for both DALS (Deaf Adult Literacy Service) and St Joseph’s Home.

Counting online browsing, vlogging and making short videos as her hobbies, Alvean has been very much involved in the Deaf Community, serving on a multitude of committees. At the relatively tender age of 23, Alvean was elected as vice chairperson of IDS. She also served as the Chairperson for Signlink. In 2005, Alvean also enjoyed a three year stint as a VSO volunteer in the Gambia, West Africa.

  1. Most Embarrassing moment….Falling into the river
    after seeing someone cute! (It was in Wicklow and it was a stream, but even still…at 12 years of age I was MORTIFIED!!!!!)
  2. Biggest Crush: HAH. Some things are better left in the past.
  3. Who were your childhood heroes: URSA from Superman II, Wonder Woman, and the Incredible Hulk.
  4. If you could have dinner with 3 famous people from History who would they be? Why?
    Well, an interpreter should be present so I can understand
    these people.
    – My 30 times Great grandmother, so I can find out what life was like for the average woman in her time. Ok, she’s not famous. Fame is not everything.
    – Cleopatra, to see if she REALLY bathed herself in asses milk.
    – Marie Antoinette… ‘Let them eat cake’ to see for myself what type of person she is, to make people want to lop off her head.
  5. How your friends describe you? Witty, a force of life, secretive, amazing person. (Well, I have wonderful friends.)
  6. What’s your motto in life: Why be normal when you can be yourself?
  7. If you could have magical powers, what would they be? Telepathy

The 1851 dietary challenge.

Five Deaf women are raising money to commemorate the lives of a group of teachers and servants who lie in an untended grave in Glasnevin… and in the most ‘gruel’-ling way you can imagine… Eating, for one week, the same Spartan and unappetising meals that their boarding-school counterparts did, 150 years ago!

 

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St Mary’s School for Deaf Girls, Cabra, was established in 1846. After completing their education, some of its pupils, had no choice but to stay on at the school; some were orphans, or abandoned by their families, or had no other option but to stay on as staff members. When they died, the school buried them in common graves.

One group of 47 women who lived and worked in St Mary’s between 1931 and 1972 – teachers of the Deaf, servants, and pupils – are buried together in Glasnevin, Their plot is marked by a large cross, but without their names, and the plot is in a dilapidated condition, in stark contrast to the other common graves surrounding it.

Alvean Jones, one of the group of five fundraisers working with St Mary’s Deaf Heritage Group, says: “We wanted to restore the plot, with the erection of two headstones, one on either side of the central cross, and the names of each woman recorded, along with date of death. The existing cross will be cleaned and restored back to its former condition.

The grave had all been forgotten about by the ex-pupils of St Mary’s School. “We decided that these women would no longer be forgotten about, and the graves abandoned. So we are fundraising – by honouring the hard lives the pupils in the school lived.

We are following the original 1851 dietary schedule for the girls at the school. So between 22 and 28 May 2016, 5 of us will adhere to this dietary schedule – to the letter.”

The group are already two days into their challenge and are vlogging their progress to Ireland’s Deaf community, who are following their every gulp and grimace as they savour stirabout, binge on broth and wash everything down with plenty of milk. No processed food is allowed. The group have set up an online fundraising page at https://www.idonate.ie/fundraiser/11359739_st-mary-s-heritage.html where already many donations are flooding in.

The group are hoping that as many people as possible follow their progress and contribute generously to the fund to enable the Deaf community to pay respect to the pioneering women educators who were grateful to receive this diet all those years ago.

Mysticvean’s up for the challenge.

Sunday:

ggg

 

Monday:

Breakfast 8am-8:30am Bread and milk.

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Luncheon 11am-11:30am Bread13217514_10153823196078992_3759104010710669382_o

 

Dinner: 2:30pm to 3pm Bread and broth13247834_10153823935803992_1656430690209093838_o

 

Supper 6:30-7pm Bread and Milk.

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Tuesday… it was my day to make a video diary… so I used a combination of photos and videos.

 

Breakfast:

Stirabout and milk.

I soaked the oats overnight in water and had the porridge in the morning.

Stirabout is just the old fashioned word for porridge prepared in this way.

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Luncheon 11am-11:30am Bread.13239486_10153825600618992_134324792311664526_n

 

Dinner 2:30pm-3pm Bread, meat and vegetable.

I started with the meal, and nearly forgot all about the bread. Yikes! Good job I remembered in time. 13227200_10153826225268992_2953213028070277098_n

 

Supper 6:30pm-7pm Bread and milk. (eaten at work)13260091_10153826285058992_8062457460943215362_n

 

Then I made a video diary summarising the whole day.

 

3 days done, 4 more to go.

 

 

You Might Be a Writer If…

Brilliant! Well worth a read! 😀

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A lot of “stuff” has been going on in my life lately. Hard stuff. Heavy stuff. The kind of stuff that just makes me want to write massacre scenes….except I am so brain dead I had to google how to spell “massacre.”

Masicker? Missucker?

WHAT AM I DOING???? *breaks down sobbing*

I am supposed to be an adult an expert okay, maybe functionally literate. Fine, I give up! I have nothing left to saaaaayyyyyy. I am all out of woooords *builds pillow fort*.

I figured it’s time for a bit of levity. Heck, I need a good laugh. How about you guys?

We writers are different *eye twitches* for sure, but the world would be SO boring without us. Am I the only person who watches Discovery ID and critiques the killers?

You are putting the body THERE? Do you just WANT to go to prison? Why did you STAB…

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Running up the stairs.

Running up the stairs.

When I was 8 years old, running up the stairs at home, I suddenly stopped and looked at the stained glass windows, before sitting down on the stair.

I remember thinking…

‘Most people I know are Catholic. Mammy and Daddy are Catholic. Simon and Jon are Protestant. The Dankers are Jewish. We are all people and have different Gods.’

Before you say this is a simplistic view of things, it is, remember I was 8 at that time.

I then thought to myself,

‘If we all have different religions and pray differently, then which god is the right God?’

It was then I stopped believing with unquestioning faith.

I made my First Holy Communion that year, already an agnostic.

In the Thrall of the Machine

A blond curly-haired woman wearing a leather jacket stands on the stage behind the machine.

There are 50 heads staring into the machine.

’27’

50 heads bob down, then bob up looking back at the machine.

’88’

Bob down.

Bob back up.

’01’

Bob down.

Bob back up.

’33’ 16′ ’56’ ….

Down. Up. Down. Up. Like synchronised swimming, but no.

Welcome to the world of Deaf Bingo.

Beauty

Here’s the honest truth. You’re beautiful just the way you are. Yes, YOU, the person reading this. I wish people would just stop trying to improve their appearance by surgery, or by other drastic means, just for cosmetic reasons. Nature is your best friend. It makes me sad to see so many beautiful people ruining their looks and identity in an attempt to ‘look’ better. Come on. Why ruin your natural looks?

African and Asian women bleach their gorgeous skin in an attempt to appear whiter.

Asian and Native American people change their eyelids in an attempt to look more ‘Western’

White people burn their skin in order to appear browner.

Yes, some do it in order to feel better. However, is it the only option available?

Beauty comes in all forms and shapes. Inner as well as outer.

Rant over.