Play Hooky for HOWL is a HOWL fundraiser in honor of long-time HOWL friend & supporter Guen Gifford. We’d love to have you participate!
To participate, simply do something you love instead of something you don’t. Ask people to sponsor you by pledging a fully tax-deductible donation to HOWL. You can play hooky between now and July 4, 2015 anywhere in the world at a time that works for you,for any length of time (an hour, a day, a week…) Click here for the Hooky for HOWL Player’s Packet.
Between March 1 and July 4, 2015, we are hoping to raise $30,000 for improvements and programming at HOWL. We welcome all levels of participation. Questions? Contact Anya Schwartz at (802) 453-7622 or email firstname.lastname@example.org.
We invite you to learn more about Guen. The below post appeared in the Vermont newspaper, 7 Days on November 12, 2009.
Guen Gifford, 1972-2009
From Jen Mathews:
I’m sure that the scope of Guen Gifford’s impact on the Vermont community, as well as those thousands of miles away, is beyond what I can even imagine. As her recent obituary put it: “She is remembered by all for her full and fearless engagement with living, in her devotion to her work, the causes she championed and the pursuit of her passion. She will continue to be an inspiration to us all.” An outstanding woman, Guen, 37, died on November 1, 2009 in California while paragliding, one of her greatest passions in the past decade. Guen lived a very thoughtful life – considering pros and cons, examining how her actions would affect those around her. She was one of the most thorough, pensive people I’ve ever known. But she didn’t allow thoughts of fear to get in her way.
Obviously, each person who met Guen will have unique memories of her. These are a few of mine, and a little bit about her life:
A native Vermonter from Brattleboro, Guen graduated from Grinnell College in Iowa in 1994 with a degree in Linguistics. She and I met at Chittenden Community Action in Burlington in 1995 when we were both in our early ’20s. I still remember her explaining to me (diagrams and all) how the word “buffalo” could be the only word in a sentence and still be linguistically correct. Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo (Adjective, noun, verb, adjective, noun). Three more buffaloes could be added, actually, but I no longer can explain that.
Guen loved sharing her passions. In the mid-1990s when I met her, she was often busy after work, heading to soccer or Ultimate Frisbee games, encouraging me and others to join her, regardless of ability level. I was reluctant to play competitive sports, but she would convince me to bike to North Beach and “just toss the Frisbee aroun”” in the water. Then she’d proceed to invite me to an Ultimate Frisbee practice, coaxing me yet again. Other times, bursting out into a song, she encouraged me to sing with her even though I was self-conscious of singing. But soon I’d join because she looked so happy singing along, again coaxing me to be free.
It’s clear that a huge part of her life centered around outdoor adventures, nature, and sports. When Guen ran her first Burlington City Marathon, I would drive by her running down Riverside Ave. Then an hour or so later, there she was running on North Ave. Then I’d see her yet again before I went home for dinner. She was committed to giving things her best effort — constantly challenging herself to grow, learn on all levels, and expand what she thought was possible.
I primarily knew Guen in her unwavering dedication to social justice and equality issues, as well as queer and women’s issues. Coming out at age 12, she was one of the most out and proud dykes I knew. Together, we were active organizers of the intergenerational Dyke Talks, Dyke March, and Women’s Dinners in the mid-1990’s (and again in the early 2000’s). She was one of the co-founders of Fight Back!, a grassroots low-income activist group, and in more recent years, on the board of directors of the Peace & Justice Center and the Lake Champlain Housing Development Corporation.
I have heard her recently described as inclusive and expansive, and these qualities certainly showed up in many areas of her life. When I met her, she was involved in anti-racism work in the local schools and was a housing advocate for many women in or leaving domestic violence situations. There are no doubt many, many roles I am leaving out, or filtering from my perspective alone. (I encourage you to comment on this blog and help fill in the blanks).
Instead of going to an traditional law school, Guen chose to clerk under Tom Garrett, director of Legal Services Law Line of Vermont, a non-profit serving low and moderate-income Vermonters. She was admitted to the Vermont Bar in 2002, becoming a valued Staff Attorney at Law Line for the rest of her 12 years of service there. She was a smarty-pants, for sure. I loved this about her.
While others will have much more to say about Guen, as do I, I know this: her adventurous and sharp mind, her open and inquisitive heart, and her calculated and carefree life all circled around love. And all I can hope is that love circled around her yesterday as she felt the air on her skin for the last time. She leaves us all with the ultimate metaphor: Guen knew how to fly and would encourage us to do the same.
Thank you, Guen. I can feel the wind on my cheeks when I smile, thinking of you.