Tue, 28 Oct 2003
From: Wondimu Mekonnen <Wondimu.Mekonnen@BTINTERNET.COM>
Subject: SAD NEWS

Selam to all,

I am mourning the loss one of my beloved teacher, fatherly figure and a true
friend of Ethiopia, Dr Michael Brady.

Michael was a Peace Corps Teacher who went to Ethiopia in 1968 and picked
many of us out the dust and ashes and made us what we are today. To the last
day of his breath, he lived for Ethiopia and Ethiopians. He was only there 4
weeks ago. He passed away peacefully in his home near Seattle.

Those of you who know Michael and would like to express your sorrow, let
drop me a line. I will let you have the phone number where the family is
gathered at the moment to mourn the loss.

I will try to scribble some lines in his memory soon.

May his soul rest in peace.

Wondimu

Date: Thu, 23 Oct 2003
To: Ethiopian Email Distribution Network
From: Mesfin Genanaw
Subject: Aerial Photos of Rift Valley volcanos in Ethiopia

Selam all,
Find below the link to astounding Photos of the Rift Valley
volcanos in Erta Ale, northern Ethiopia. Enjoy.

www.educeth.ch/stromboli/perm/erta/air-en.html

Mesfin

BBC
Child's tale of Ethiopian slave prince
The intriguing tale of how a slave became a general under Russian Czar
Peter the Great is turned into a children's story.

MY MEMORIES OF MICHAEL BRADY

I remember the day I saw Michael Brady just like yesterday. It was on Monday 30 September 1968. I was totally new to the town of Mettu and to St Gabriel School, just joined to start my Eighth Grade. I sat a stranger among exited teenagers, not only by the start of a new school year, but curious and puzzled to see me among them. In order to be closer to the teacher’s desk and not to be bullied, I sat on the first raw desk. Nobody brave enough to ask me who I was or where I came from. They left me alone. The first class was Amaric lesson. Not bad at all! The second period was Mathematics. Alemayehu Woldaregay, the teacher, was superb. The third period was an English lesson. I expected another Ethiopian. To my bewilderment, a totally strange looking unexpected white young lad walked in. All of a sadden, the noisy class went dead silent. The children’s eyes were wide open. I did not understand why they were so shocked given they had been in St Gabriel for more years than me and must have been used to those strange creatures. I shifted my eyes from the strange human being to the children and then back to the teacher. I carefully watched his face that shone like an angel. “Was that really a human or a heavenly being?” was the idea that went through my head. His eyes were deep blue. I wondered if they could see anything at all. That was the first time I had ever came so close to a white person. After settling down his books, he cleared his throat and said: “My name is Michael Brady. I came from West Coast of the United States of America, Washington State. I will be your English Teacher.” ...>>read more (5 pages PDF)

by Wondimu Mekonnen,
One of Michael’s Students and friends
30 October 2003