We know just how important clean water is to a community.  We have praised the Atlanta based Carter Center for its effort to eradicate Dracunculiasis and provide safe water for children.

Julian W. Beckford, MD

Oh. One more thing.  After realizing that I no longer have an excuse for my bad handwriting other than deteriorating health, I have decided to follow The Scribe's advice on a heuristic basis.  If my handwriting becomes beautiful, I will post the after images.  But not the before images of my handwriting.  This might be revolutionary. Wow!  A son who actually listens to his father!  It is never too late.

clean & safe water  supply in flint, michigan and in cambodia

Vincent H. Beckford would not play with the people's water supply.  In Jamaica, he was part of the team in charge of the clean water supply to the capital city, Kingston.  He understood that with water supply it is not the time nor place to follow the heuristic approach.  Too much is at stake.  Rational analysis, careful planning and full deliberation is what is needed.  "Backing and shunting" is important here!  Measuring twice before cutting is the rule when it come to the health of the people.  Even Delcina recognized this.  She had a statement about how to approach food when its safety is questionable.  "When in doubt, throw it out."  Fast and simple.  Neither Vincent nor Delcina would have tolerated the hasty and bad decision in Flint followed by the failure to throw out the bad water two years ago when there was sufficient doubt.

The Maynard Beckford Institute of Scholarship and Education (MBISE) intends to expand the cultural influence of Vincent and Delcina Beckford by encouraging the support of scholarship and education globally.  We are collaborative and have worked with communiy organizations in Cambodia (Shinta Mani) and in the US State of Georgia (PSCCA-EF).

We are both practical and theoretical.

Mother Nature uses the heuristic approach.  Try it, you might like it.  And if you do not like it, then throw it away and try another one.  And then another one.  As a matter of fact, make a whole bunch of them  and select the best for a while.  But make more and more.  Count on built-in obsolescence.  Thomas Edison was famous for using the heuristic approach when it comes to education, discovery and invention.

My mother was like Mother Nature, except for when it comes to children.  She could not stand the "back and shunting" of Daddy. (That was her phrase for plausible procrastination.)  Daddy would measure twice and cut once.  It took forever for him to write a letter.  But when it was done, it was a work of art.  You could not throw it away...unless you were Mother, and even then...well, it was so beautiful.  It was modern calligraphy.  Or modern English hieroglyphics.  That is why Jimmy Fleming, on the Los Angeles Cricket Club, called him The Scribe.

Look at this picture.

Even Toth, the ibis headed  Egyptian god of writing (and science) is pictured as standing while carrying out his role as court reporter on judgment day.  There is no table and his elbow is resting on air.  He is writing with wrist motion (maybe?).

That is the reason for my bad handwriting!

I bet Toth had bad handwriting too.  No wonder we couldn't read hierglyphics.  Hieroglyphics might have been Toth's attempt to write in English and maybe he just set a bad example that all the scribes copied faithfully!!!!  Maybe they could not read hieroglyphics either.

Or Not.

English actually would have to wait a few thousand years to be invented.  

Anyway it looks like maybe Toth was using an ancient iPad (maybe?) and a modern Stylus pen that he bought from the EdFund Store.

Or not.

But he is a god and what is time to him anyway?  With that pen he was probably really "holding  infinity in the palm of his hand"  and "eternity in an hour."  He is like a photon.  To him everything happens at the same time.  All eternity is an instant. Mother, or Deli as The Scribe called her (Only The Scribe called her that.), Aunt Delcina, Sister Beckford, and Mrs. Beckford were the only names that I heard her being called.  But I am sure that her sisters probably called her Delcina.  She called her siblings by their first manes.  Winfield. Hazel. Edith. Dorothy.  Nobody called her anything like The Scribe or even The Scribess or Scribina or Scribette.  For her, time was of the essence.  She moved fast but she was not a photon.  Time mattered to her.  There was no "back and shunting" for writing a message.  Get it done fast and if you don't like it do another one, quickly.  It is not an art contest; it is a message.

In their seven decades of marriage, they maintained a basic philosophical difference.  The Scribe was a rational philosopher with a carpenter's approach to life.  Careful.  Measured and planned.  Mother was the empiricist and therefore the risk taker.  But together they raised a family by making compromises and by using blended approaches.  I have been identified as a rational empiricist by Dr. Kurt Tauber, my Williams College philosophy professor.  I gladly accept that attempt to pigeon hole me only because it is true and it reflects my parents and my wider cultural heritage.

My father, The  Scribe, got his college degree in his youth and my Mother got hers in middle age.  He was on the team that provided clean water for the city of Kingston when we lived in Jamaica.  They both valued Education and operated a private school called the Maynard Fundamental Institute for two decades in Southern California.  As immigrants to America, they had to take lower status jobs than they had in Jamaica.  But they did this to improve the educational opportunities for their four children.  All four are college graduates and two have entered the teaching profession.  Three of them have good handwriting. 

Vincent H. Beckford loved the song "Land of Hope and Glory"  so this is an adaptation of an excerpt from it.

Vincent and Delcina, parents of the four

How shall we extol the

Who are born of thee?

Wider still and wider

Shall thy bounds be set

God who made thee mighty

Make thee mightier yet

The song is British in origin but Delcina lived it out as if it referred to the America to which we had immigrated.  We were British subjects but became proud American citizens, although we remain proud of our heritage.  Jamaican, Panamanian, and Barbadian.

Delcina, with her risk taking heuristic view, imbued us with the entrepreneurial spirit that has driven three of the four into businesses.  One child, Audley, became a printer which I believe was the modern version of a scribe.  He was also the athletic star of the family.  Audley scored centuries and/or near centuries playing cricket in the day when such a performance was unusual.  He and Linden played against Tony Verity of University Cricket Club.  My pathology professor at UCLA School of Medicine, Dr. Anthony Verity was the same Verity that I had heard about from my father, then an umpire, when he and my older brothers came home from cricket matches with the University cricket team as they sought victory for their Los Angeles Cricket team in the Southern California Cricket Association.  The systematic approach for which Dr. Anthony Verity  is famous and that he used in developing cricket organizations in the USA is similar to the systematic approach used by Vincent H. Beckford.  Both men were immigrants to California from the British Empire in the year 1959.

Two of my siblings, Linden and Nelsa, have seen many of their former students go on to academic success.  So had Delcina.  Vincent & Delcina used different approaches to solve problems but they worked together for similar goals.  They valued education both mental and physical.  They also valued health.  There are now two fresh water wells in Cambodia dedicated in their honor.

Yes it was an apt title.  His progeny adopted the title.  He was Daddy, The Man, and also The Scribe.  But he was also Skip and Skipper from his days of being captain of his cricket team and his soccer team.  But only Mother called him Skip or Skipper.  I did not know him in those  days when he was the young athlete.  To me he was Daddy and The Scribe.  Names of Respect and affection.

Vincent H. Beckford thought his son, the doctor, had bad handwriting.  

He was right.

Daddy, like so many others, thought he could teach a doctor how to write well.  "Measure twice..."  First sit down and have good posture!  Be sure your elbow is resting on the table!  (Table? I've got to find a table to write my notes?  What if there is no table?)  Sit properly!  (You have got to be kidding, right?)  Pivoting with the elbow, measure out the line of writing by writing in the air above the paper so that the actual writing will not look cramped.  While writing with the entire forearm and hand as a unit, the wrist and the fingers need not move.

That was good advice.  I've confirmed it recently.


These wells bring clean healthy water to two rural families so that the children can grow up healthy and take advantage of the educational opportunities available.