Sunday, September 27, 2020

Kate Hunter Virtual Memorial

New for the #pandemic: Virtual memorials.


RantWoman has no idea how many of her blog readers knew Kate Hunter. RantWoman knew her slightly and had no idea she was as old as she was. It sounds like she would have been an inspiration for RantWoman at an age where RantWoman liked one babysitting customer, perhaps ironically from the Baptist church, because there was Ms. Magazine in the house. True to RantWoman's general generational shift meditations, it occurs to RantWoman to wonder what has become of her young charge who now would also be dipping into middle age. Did she stay feminist like her mother? Did she follow her lawyer father (who had a first name he probably got teased mercilessly about in school) into Republican activism? Inquiring minds suddenly want to know.


Anyway, RantWoman wants to honor Kate's life by posting this invitation as is. But since this is RantWoman and RantWoman's life is way too rich in technological blindness tourism, RantWoman may make a separate post on her other blog about User Experience whines and grumbles. 


From a posting to...:

I am forwarding the following from Jim Hauser, Kate's husband. She was a member of UFM and usually we hold a Memorial for members who have died. Instead of our traditional Meeting for Worship for a Memorial, Jim invited us to join in the online Memorial he has set up to honor Kate.



Since COVID prevents us from gathering face to face in large numbers, I’ve put up a memorial for Kate on line.  The site includes some site guidance, a written obituary, a video of Kate saying goodbye to her family as she enters hospice care, a biography of her life in photos, and spaces for your own comments, photos, even short videos.


Here’s how to access all of that on the site. I’ve tried to send this notice to everyone, but I also want you to feel free to pass it on to others who knew Kate.


1.  Go to the website   GatheringUs.com   


2.  In the Search box write in Kate Hunter.  Her photo will appear with a short column of text at the top, right of that page.


3.  Click    See More    to read my intentions for using and sharing the page.


4.  Below Kate’s photo is a written obituary.


5.  When you have read that, go back to the top and click Memories & Condolences.  First you will see the video.  Below the video is a series of photos of Kate’s life.

  

6.  To add comments/photos, go back to the top of the page and notice below Kate’s Photo there is a line      Click here to share a memory or condolence.  A click will take you to a login page where you need to set up an account.  Your Facebook or Google account will work.  

(RantWoman will probably add these sentiments. Probably.)

If all those instructions seem a bit teacherly…….well, I am one after all.


Peace, dear friends.

J



RantWoman's main user experience whines so far: 

a short version of the rant that regular readers of the site SHOULD NOT EVEN HAVE TO THINK ABOUT.


--RantWoman really likes the narrative that comes with the Memories and condolences link. There is nothing similar in the link marked photos. As usual with descriptive text, it can be hard both to convey the story and to convey something about what is in the picture.

--Alert screen reader users note use of the work "link." RantWoman suspects there may be as much user skill level as design issues behind RantWoman's difficulty finding the links but the links do exist)

--Some of the pictures have descriptive filenames. Some of the pictures get read by screen readers as long series of numbers. People can fix this by giving pictures descriptive filenames before loading them into the site but really the site should make it easy for people to add some kind of descriptive text. 


RantWoman supposes she could also share the memorial on Facebook and see what Facebook's photo identification does with the photos, but really RantWoman wants the story not just "Photo may contain foliage, 7 people and a protest sign."


Rest in Power Kate and my deepest sympathies to your family, especially when you stumble back into their consciousness at all kinds of weird moments.

No comments:

Post a Comment