A TIME TO LEARN  - A TIME TO TREASURE
Catholic Construction Corps Mission
April 27 - May 9, 1998
Karen Carlson

      The words seem difficult to summon that can capture my mission experience in Sucre, Bolivia.  So many faces, so many stories, and so many things that stretched the boundaries of the small world I have lived my life in for 45 years. I am extremely grateful for the opportunity to have gone on this mission, and also grateful for the opportunity to share some of my reflections.It is amazing to think of all the people and places I saw in the short two week period I was in Sucre. The homes and faces of poverty are etched in my mind. There is nothing romantic about poverty. There are so many stories to tell, but I will try to relate those which touched me most.
Karen and Bruce Carlson making bricks.
Karen and Bruce Carlson making bricks with the Catholic Construction Corps. One of the Peace and Social Justice's mission efforts to Sucre, Bolivia.

 
 
We tried to impress on them the importance of working in solidarity.      The people of Sucre received funds to build either cocinas (kitchens) or banos (bathrooms) from the Diocese of Joliet’s Catholic Construction Corps. These 25 homes were in the San Clemente parish in the archdiocese of Sucre. When we first learned of the number of homes, we were overwhelmed. Surprisingly though, all 25 homes were worked on to some extent during our stay.  The majority of them were well on their way to completion by the time we left. The families were most grateful for the money to purchase bricks, cement and sand for their individual projects. The families seemed reluctant though of accepting our physical labor. Most of them told us “We know you have many homes to work on, so you can help someone else. I can do it myself (or I have someone to help me).” This became a common quote as we toured the homes on our second day. We tried to tell them we were there to work side by side when them, not only to supply money for materials. We tried to impress on them the importance of working in solidarity. 
One woman went from nursing her baby to mixing cement, filling the buckets to give to her husband, and then back to nursing the baby.       Once we finally broke through and began doing some of the physical labor with them, they were most gracious and generous with their appreciation. In my opinion, their fear was that the North Americans would come in and take over, or show them how it should be done. Nothing could have been further from the truth. The people knew what they wanted and had a plan for their project. It was humbling to watch how hard they worked. We were having trouble adjusting to the altitude while they were working away. We helped, but never laid a brick! We moved the bricks, placed rocks for foundations, mixed cement and soaked bricks. Two of our team members did an excellent job in documenting all the information about each of the homes and also the stories of the families. The young boys were very hardworking, as were all the homeowners. Women and children all pitched in and helped. One woman went from nursing her baby to mixing cement, filling the buckets to give to her husband, and then back to nursing the baby. The 6 and 7 year old boys worked hard mixing the cement with shovels. The young girls of 6 or 7 years old many times carried their own siblings on their backs and cared for them.
Simple human dignity and privacy. Things we take so for granted.      The first home I worked on was that of Desiderio and Felicia. They have seven children and are raising a nephew as well. They were scheduled to build a bano. As we worked on the foundation, Desiderio continued to thank us over and over again. We told him we were glad to be helping them, that was what we came for. Finally he told us that he really appreciated us helping because now his wife would not have to go to the bathroom on the side of the hill, where everyone could see her. Simple human dignity and privacy. Things we take so for granted. These people in the barrios of Sucre might not have had many choices in their poverty, but it didn’t mean they liked it. It was very humbling and touching to know we worked on something that really would make a difference in their lives.
As we continue to reach out, we can help other families to enjoy some of the simple things we take for granted every day.       When I think back on the journey, I don’t think too much about all the dust, awful smells, long, long hours of flying, and adjusting to thinner air. I think instead of the smiling faces of children eager to receive whatever we had to give, whether toy tops, airplanes, ribbon for a girls’ hair, a stick of gum or a matchbox car.  I think of the smiling faces of parents, thankful for helping hands and hearts. I think of the hugs and kisses from my brothers and sisters in Christ from Sucre, Bolivia.  I think of the charismatic group of young people who embraced us and shared themselves with us. I think of the clear blue sky and no humidity. I think of the final mass and reception given for us the last night. Our friends gave us so much, even though they have so little, at least materially speaking.The need is so incredibly great. It seems impossible to make a dent. I think of the difference we made in a few lives though. As we continue to reach out, we can help other families to enjoy some of the simple things we take for granted every day. Thank you for your prayers and support. Who knows, maybe next year you will be joining me!!!