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Objective definition of village ?
Good to see you Ross over the internet. I met you in Mumbai around 1994 when i was doing some some project with dr Mayur. You and Hildur came in an interval. I still remeber warmth and joy transanded over the meeting.
After a short while in Mumbai i left the city and went back to my village in central Indian state of Chhattisgarh. The main theme of my work since then is, what could be an objective definition of a village? I found the root cause of destruction of villages in Asian societies is lack of this basic understanding. Now over 23 years working closely with several villages and intellectual we find an affirmative answer . That is ‘ yes’!! there is an objective definition possible which can encompass all the four dimensions of livelihood, political, social, and spiritual . we are working on it and happy to share this sometime to whoever is interested in .
I read the excerpt of your book on your web page. When you mention Mrs. Daphne Bray in your book, is it THE Mrs. Daphne Bray who was in charge of a riding facility in Gl. Holte, sold it (maybe the reference in your book) and rented a facility near Maribo, to continue her riding school activities (as I was told to evade Danish tax laws —though Lolland is far away from Gl. Holte it is still within Danish Tax Authorities jurisdiction!).
The reason I am asking is that I acquired all my horse (and people) skills at Saxhøj Rideskole in th seventies, under her strict and weird tuitelage — wich means the world to me even today 40+ years later. As (almost) the only boy coming at the place I did a lot of work and didn´t mind. Lived there, saw her horses being born and buried a few too. Met with her daughter Leslie, who at age 20 something was the world to a teenage boy. I left the place with my own horse on a not so good note but returned to visit a few times over the next years and there were never a sour mind from any of us. The way you describe her is just the way I saw her. In a league of her own, witch was also obvious when she drove to town in her white Mercedes Convertible wjth a large har, flowery shirt and two golden retrievers by her side. She defined her own rules.