ANIVERSARIO 48

 

Las actividades como de costumbre empezaron desde las 5 y 30 de la mañana, estábamos de fiesta y el movimiento era intenso, directores, voluntarios, profesores, y las familias sabían que era un día especial.

Todo empezó con una salida microonda en Canal 1, en los medios se hablaba de Fiestas de Quito pero también se daba importancia al aniversario del Centro del Muchacho Trabajador.

Algunos padrinos llegaban par hacer el desayuno para las familias,  picaban la fruta, otros hacían pancakes , repartían el desayuno y verificaban que las cosas estén a punto.

Mas tarde se inauguraron los juegos para las familias, ensacados, pruebas de puntería y agilidad, los glotones, el baile de la silla y hasta palo encebado. Quienes ganaban se hacían acreedores de boletos para canjear premios.

Luego vino la misa, una ceremonia diferente y  muy sentida, se entregaron ofrendas y se agradeció al señor por un año más de trabajo y servicio. El almuerzo no se hizo esperar, familias de la Marín y Cotocollao compartieron durante la mañana y tarde en las instalaciones CMT norte.

El pastel y un baile familiar se realizo en el CMT de la Marín. Luego de soplar las 48 velas y partir la torta de aniversario, las familias departieron y muy temprano fueron a casa.

El servicio ha traído grandes manifestaciones de cariño de las familias hacia el CMT, no sólo es un año más, es tejer un caminar más sólido en el intento y acto de acabar con la pobreza.

Compartimos con ustedes un interesante collage fotográfico de las actividades de nuestro aniversario 48.

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1 thought on “ANIVERSARIO 48”

  1. James and Evelyn Dette
    February 26, 2017 at 7:29 pm
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    We knew Father Halligan during our time in Ecuador. We were there when CMT was organized and were part of the action. Following is a description of our time in Quito.
    On Saturday, February 13, 1965, six days before the birth of our daughter Christine, I arrived in Quito, Ecuador. A newly minted social projects officer for the American Institute for Free Labor Development, I was more concerned about my wife and the imminent birth than the job that lay before me. Evelyn and I had just spent three months attending the Javeriana University in Bogotá, Colombia, studying Spanish in preparation for living and working in Ecuador. We had said goodbye at the Bogotá airport on January 10 for what was to be for me, at most, a two-week orientation at AIFLD headquarters in Washington. Evelyn would go on to Quito with our one and a half year-old daughter, Karen, and stay with friends to await my arrival–and the new baby.
    My orientation was eventful, to say the least. The Alliance for Progress, started in the Kennedy administration, was in full swing: State Department and USAID seminars, meetings specific to the programs in Ecuador, never a dull moment. But there is just so much one can absorb. After two weeks, my only thought was to get to Quito ASAP. Even President Johnson’s inauguration in my second week did little to distract me. Mission and country clearances were still eluding me. But the newly assigned ambassador, who, seeing my predicament, gave the go-ahead, finally cut the red tape and I was on my way.
    The whirl of activities in Washington paled by comparison to the anticipation and preparation for the “blessed event.” The expat community around our friends pitched in, with help in house hunting and gathering the household needs that couldn’t await the arrival of our shipment from the States. It was a busy six days, but we were ready for it. Christine weighed in at seven pounds, four ounces–not bad for at the equator at 9,500 feet above sea level. The event was joyously, if modestly, celebrated.
    ASSOCIATION FOR INTERNATIONAL DEVELOPMENT
    Evelyn and I were members of the Association for International Development, AID, headquartered in Paterson, New Jersey and founded in 1956, predating USAID. It was a lay-founded and -directed Catholic organization that recruited professionals for social justice-related work in developing nations. Prior to our language training in Colombia, we’d had three months of training in the religious, social, and economic issues in the third world.
    AMERICAN INSTITUTE FOR FREE LABOR DEVELOPMENT
    AIFLD, an institute of the AFL-CIO, had been formed to assist struggling unions in developing nations mainly in the Western Hemisphere. Work that had been done by the international unions such as the Post, Telephone, and Telegraph International, and their U.S. affiliate, Communication Workers of America, and regional organizations of world confederations such as the Inter-American Regional Organization of Workers (ORIT) of the International Confederation of Free Trade Unions. That work could now be done by AIFLD, which could also undertake contracts for the labor programs of the USAID under the Alliance for Progress.
    The programs were in education, such as collective bargaining; finance; organization methods; and social projects, such as housing, credit unions, and small impact projects. Our work did not include organizing. This was the responsibility of the individual unions or federations of unions.
    This is a simple statement of the overall thrust of the organization. But keeping the unions from communist domination, and weaning them away from the communist-dominated World Federation of Trade Unions (WFTU), was the overriding principle that guided our activities. The “Free” in AIFLD meant free of communist domination.
    My first boss Joe Bermudez, out of the Retail Clerks in New Mexico, arrived from Peru on April 9. We made the rounds. A month later his family arrived and he was ready to take over the leadership that I had handled by default. It was good to have a seasoned hand, especially in the savings and loan cooperative area, in which he was an expert. Early in his tenure, when the subject of communism came up, he had observed, “If someone didn’t call me a communist at least once a week, I figured I wasn’t doin’ my job.” I thought that that said it all.

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