Piccola |
| (Musea version of a poem by Celia Thaxter. Note it was the custom for St. Nick to leave a present in the child's shoe. Piccola = pick-o-la) |
| Poor Mother, poor Father, house maid and share cropper and both pockets empty, except for due bills. What can they get their little girl for Christmas. "Piccola! Piccola! Love of my life!" Father wrings hands and mother cries.
The bells ring carols as the family walks to church.
All three singing from hard wood pews.
Parents in whispers, decide it's best
Morning Sun peeps through the fluttering shades,
Picolla feeds it - they have crumbs a plenty, |
A true tale: "I mean, do people have a clear view of what it means to live on $1 a day? There's no electricity in that house. None." Then someone suggested solar power. "No! You can't afford a solar power system for less than $1 a day. You're just buying food; you're trying to stay alive." He paced the room, waving his hands as he imagined an African village that receives a computer, "The mothers are going to walk right up to that computer and say, 'My children are dying, What can you do?' They're not going to sit there and like, browse eBay or something. What they want is for their children to live. They don't want their children's growth to be stunted. Do you really have to put in computers to figure that out?" - Bill Gates, quoted from "Creating Digital Dividends" Conference (from Sam Verhovek story in NYT News Service.
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