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      Name 
         
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    Ginny
        Atherton (Gravenor) 
        Tujunga, CA
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    Training 
      Photo & 
      Biography   | 
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    (Training
    bio) | 
  
  
    
      More
          Recent 
        Photos 
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      (1)   (2)   (3)   (4)  
      (1) Leonard Atherton and me, then Ginny Gravenor, holding a 98% silver tray decorated with an applique of Incan designs and engraved to us from the Sinfonica, on "el día de sus Boda." Orquesta members played indigenous music at the reception.  
      (2) PCV Marge Marquez, University 12, now deceased. Details about Marge are on the Remembrance sheet I turned in on that last day of our reunion. 
    (3) David Vargas and Judith Peters Vargas. Judy was the PCV trumpeter/ French horn player who was assigned to coach the Sinfonica Nacional Brass section. She also worked with a choir from a school for blind children. Her group number was a little lower than mine (perhaps 10), as she trained in the Seattle area, I think, and arrived in Bolivia slightly ahead of me. David was a Bolivian artist and self taught tenor. He had a marvelous spirit. He hosted my wedding to Leonard Atherton, the English person sent by Voluntary Service Overseas to conduct the Sinfonica.  David married Judy, and after returning with her to Iowa, was killed in an auto accident. 
    (4) The picture with the owl is my "current" photo, taken this past March in Park City, UT. Yeah, it's real!      | 
  
  
    Location
         
        and Work  | 
    La
          Paz   (1964
          -- 1966) 
          Assigned to coach the woodwind section
          and assist  in development
          of the Orquesta Sinfonica Nacional | 
  
  
    After 
  Service  | 
    Immediately after service,
        went to England with my new British Volunteer husband. Lived on the grounds
        (as did all the faculty) of a boys boarding school in Devonshire. Learned
        to make triffle, about cheeses and cricket afternoons. Taught drums as
        well as other instruments. 
        
      Then back to the states, to Delaware, and picked up music ed career teaching
      high school band and orchestra, and playing flute and piccolo everywhere.
      Conducted a community orchestra for a while, too. 
        
      Had interrupted grad school at Indiana U to do the PC gig, so started picking
      away a accumulating credits to complete a Masters, which finally got done
      at USC about 5 years ago! 
        
      My son, David, his wife and son live only a few blocks from me on this
      hill. David and I learned to ski together when he turned 6.   I ski
      now every year at least one week in Deer Valley, sometimes get to add time
      somewhere else. 
        
      I review convention performances and presentations for the National
      Flute Association in  The Flutist Quarterly. I’ll know if you
      read this bio if you don’t ask if I’m a “flautist!” 
        
      Yeah, read all the time.  An amazing book relevant to our shared experience
      is Marching Powder: a true story of friendship, cocaine, and South America’s
      strangest jail. By Rusty Young and Thomas M Fadden 2003. St Martin’s
      Griffin, NY. My apartment in La Paz was a few blocks from the jail…I
      heard things about it…but this book really fills in the gaps. 
        
      In Bolivia, I started collecting flutes, etc. Now, I also dabble in Chinese
      flutes, pennywhistle, fife and recorder. I also studied mridungun (double
      headed south Indian drum and ragas…leading to some special studies
      of Sanskrit. Much of this has taken a back seat when I returned to teaching
      public school coincidental to the opportunity to purchase my neat house.
      Sometimes I play for chants at the Siddha Yoga Meditation Center of Los
      Angeles. 
        
      Politics? We’ll talk, I s’pose! Let’s hope the CIA moles
      don’t show up for our reunion. 
        
      Haven’t been back to Bolivia. Took a road trip through upstate NY
      one summer, visiting the four towns I lived in between ages 10 and 22.
      Bittersweet at best. Glad I did it, though. 
      I now live in one of LA city’s neighborhoods called Sunland-Tujunga
        My still new to me house at 2000 feet overlooks a mostly undeveloped
        canyon with sunset views and mountain views to the north. Love doing
        the brush clearing and getting acquainted with the trees and animals. 
          
        Ongoing gig is as a musician educator. Always have five days of private
        flute students from age 4 up to whenever. Saturdays I conduct    a
        youth orchestra and coach chamber music. During the week I teach elementary
        instrumental music for LAUSD.  Used to play more, have also taught
        middle/high and junior college. My alter ego plays the trumpet whenever
        she can. This is a bit calmer      | 
  
  
    PC
        In Your Life      | 
    I have very fond memories
        of Bolivia and it, the culture and the entire experience are integrated
        into who I am. I retain enough Spanish to facilitate communication with
        non-English speaking parents of public school students. The unique perspective
        of our community development-arts development project with the symphony
        and with teens has informed much of my professional life.  Living
        with other volunteers at times, and with host country nationals gave
        me insights into all manner of life’s issues. 
        
      I have recently been attending All Saints Episcopal Church in Pasadena
      (worth a Google) and find that community seems to exemplify, or is compatible
      with our PC point of view.        | 
  
  
    Best/Worst
    PC Experience  | 
    Great
        stuff:  
      
        - Immersion. 
 
        - New,
          really new, challenges and situations. 
 
        - Incredibly blue skies, earthy
        exciting music on the zamponas and charango. 
 
        - Salteñas.
 
        - Bolivian hospitality. 
 
        - Dancing the cueca with a man in
        condor costume. 
 
        - Avacados. 
 
        - Performing in Santa Cruz. 
 
        - The Diablada in Oruro. 
 
        - Lake Titicaca trout. 
 
        - Bolivian
        coffee (now available at Trader Joe’s Markets). 
 
        - Awesome dramatic
        and often dangerous scenery and rides into Las Yungas, 
 
        - The Valley of
          the Moon, 
 
        - The train ride to Potosi, 
 
        - The meat plane (a former paratroop
          plane) ride to Sucre. Wheeee! 
 
        - Orchestra rehearsals by candlelight when
          the electricity was rationed. 
 
        - Introducing Sr Molina, the principal flutist
        to the music of Bach for the flute! 
 
        - Attending myriad embassy functions
          and meeting cultural attaches while campaigning for them to send print
          orchestra sets to the Orquesta Sinfonica Nacional.
 
          
        - I also thoroughly enjoyed PC training at Brandeis U (2 months
          in the fall of 64) and at U of Puerto Rico at Mayaguez (1 month). 
 
        - Coquis, 
 
        - Rum drinks, 
 
        - Sunsets, 
 
        - Cowbells in the salsa music drifting over the neighborhood
          waaaay into the night, 
 
        - Jasmine, 
 
        - Being serenaded formally and learning how to
        respond, 
 
        - Going with our pension lady on a formal Sunday paseo. 
 
        - Having the music director at the U compose a piece for
        me. 
 
        - Performing with him. 
 
        - Swimming in the most buoyant water in a lovely
          bay. 
 
       
      UGH:  
      
        - Girardia, 
 
        - Soroche 
 
        - Dysentery.
 
                 
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    NPCA, RPCV Los Angeles 
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    In the Future   | 
    I expect
    to work forever….
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    Favorites to Share   | 
    Movies: That
      leap to mind: Evening, Chocolate, Sicko, The Motocycle Diaries 
      Books: Currently reading Paramahansa Yogananda’s
      The Second Coming of Christ.  Sometimes, read out loud to my self,
      without intoning, Shakespeare sonnets. 
      Quote:  	 
    Websites:  |