I am grateful to have “relived” my childhood years during my recent visit to my motherland #VietNam.
Selfie @ Hoan Kiem Lake in the 1010-year-old city Ha Noi, Viet Nam
When I was growing up, the only photos we had were student ID’s and, perhaps once a year, a family portrait. We never thought of taking photos of our home or surroundings, because our Dad was prudent and frugal reminding us:
“Waste not, want not. Keep the main thing the main thing.”
The main thing according to my Dad is food on the table, clothes on our back, and the luxury to afford school because in Viet Nam, there were no freebies. You have to pay to have an education, which inspired us to study harder to earn good grades, and get accepted to a Government school free of charge.
Fast forward November 2017 ~
It was an emotional roller coaster for me when I saw this setting.
It was an exact replica of our childhood home, as if someone took photos of our home prior to 1975 and duplicated the setting:
The Living Room set
A motorcycle parked on the patio.
A Black dial telephone.
At that time, telephone calls were considered a luxury, but, because my Mom died when all of us were still very young, my Dad needed a phone to get hold of us when needed.
A solid wood dining table that we spent many happy days eating, talking, and making fun of one another.
An oil lamp, ready for use when there was no power.
A round insulated container to keep the teapot hot with tea.
A “Black and White” television set.
At that time, there was only black and white. We only had 2 hour television from 7 – 9 pm. My family was the only family in the neighborhood that had a television. So, around 6:30 pm, our home would fill quickly with neighbors anxiously waiting to watch TV. It was a jolly time laughing together, at comedy (Phi Thoan, Thanh Viet) or crying together saddened by (Kim Cuong, known as Viet Meryl Streep).
Our home was pleasantly chaotic filled with activity; those were the good old days, indeed!
THANK YOU VIET NAM, my motherland that gave me roots and THANK YOU AMERICA for nurturing, raising and supporting me to become the person I am.
November is a Thanksgiving month. THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU from the bottom of my heart …