The Recycle Club 
Paper to Pearls is taking over education, one school at a time! In early February, The Recycle Club at the George C. Round elementary school in Manassas, Virginia took on the challenge of learning what it is like to be one of our Ugandan beaders. Starting from scratch, they learned to properly cut magazine paper, roll it into beads and create a necklace design. Having learned the technique, they then became Paper to Pearls spokespersons (spokeschildren?), creating a sales display and offering a selection of our own beaders' necklaces to friends, family, and teachers. So what did they learn? First, that Ugandan women have found a beautiful way to recycle old paper. Second, that it takes a lot of time, technique, and talent to make the beautiful necklaces. Finally, this project drove home how much $15 — the price of a single strand necklace — means to a woman who just wants to support her family.



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Soroptimist Harvest Fair 
Soroptimist of Greater Boston will be hosting a Harvest Fair on October 19th with Paper to Pearls jewelry items and beads for sale. So if you are in the Boston area, please stop by. Soroptimist is an international organization for business and professional women who work to improve the lives of women and girls, in local communities and throughout the world. Here are the details:

Newton Harvest Fair
Newton Centre Green - at Langley and Centre Streets
October 19, 2008 from 11AM to 5PM


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Bead Rolling 
The care that it takes to roll a good bead amazes me. It was storming outside the day I sat down to learn how. I was in the northern Ugandan town of Gulu, inside the center that houses the Ugandan end of Paper to Pearls. Here the paper is cut for distribution to the beaders and here all the necklaces are assembled and packaged for shipment to the States. Olivia, the Center receptionist and all-purpose person, Isaac, the paper cutter, myself and Charity, Paper to Pearls new buyer, decided to wait out the storm by rolling beads. I don't know why I thought it would be easy. Long triangular strips of paper. Check. A toothpick to get the rolling started and provide a hole through which to string the beading filament. Check. No need for spacer beads or clasps, this was just practice in rolling different shaped beads. It surprised me that different shapes could be rolled from the same paper strip, depending on how the strip was rolled, and how many layers of paper strips were used. The thunder outside was distracting, but we persevered. Isaac finished his first, but I was certain he had prior practice. A large "tire" bead, one of my favorites. I practiced rolling the "firecracker" beads that make such a fun necklace when combined with round beads. Fairly easy. Now a large round bead that, for all my efforts, really wanted to be elongated instead. And so we passed several hours, until the waning light forced us to stop. The electricity had gone off long before.

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From BU to Uganda with Love 
The World Affairs Forum at Boston University held a successful Valentine's Day fundraising event for Paper to Pearls, which they called From BU to Uganda with Love. Read the article, " Bead Sales Raise Funds, African Awareness " in BU's Daily Free Press to learn more. Thank you WAF!



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Chicken in My Lap 
The first time I had a live chicken in my lap, I was being thanked by the our beaders in the Opit camp for sponsoring training that enabled them to refine their beading skills. The chicken was their token of appreciation, quite a valuable token, actually, since chicken is quite a luxury for camp inhabitants. For someone who grew up in the city, a live chicken placed in the lap is quite disconcerting, but I smiled my gratitude and looked eagerly for someone to rescue me from my discomfort. Amid much general laughter, my rescurer came forward, removed the poor fowl and placed it in the car in which we were to return to Gulu. Meghan, one of my interns who had accompanied me to Uganda, promptly named the chicken Opit, and wondered how fast it would end up in someone's pot.

I remember that day fondly, not only because of Opit, but because the beaders were so excited about their improved skills. They sang and clapped and proudly showed me their new work, eager for approval and for the assurance that I would be able to buy an extra number of their necklaces on their next market day. Joyce, my Ugandan partner and I walked arm in arm to the car, with Meghan clapping and dancing to the women's songs. Opit, whose feet were tied, rustled on the floor of the back seat as we drove back to town. Joyce put him in a pot the next day.



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