This picture was taken on the 2nd day back to my tiny village named Tan Chau where I was born and raised until my family moved to Saigon when I was five years old. It's located west of Saigon, near Cambodian border. To go there, you have to travel south through Tan An, My Tho, Can Tho, then northwest through Vinh Long, Sa Dec, Long Xuyen, and Chau Doc. Any of these small towns sounds familiar to you? After moving to Saigon, my mother would take my younger brother and me back to visit relatives in the summer. We had to travel at night to avoid the long waiting at the ferry landings and the heat, but we often had to get off the bus, waited for the soldiers to take the landmines off the road, or waited for the fighting to stop before we could travel again. We usually stayed at the old house or at my grandmother's house, and I can never forget the good times I had with my cousins and the neighbor kids. In front of Kevin (6 years old, my son) is the Mekong river; it's only a few hundred yards from my old house. This used to be my favorite place to watch the boats go by in the early morning or late afternoon when I was little. A place where I often spent hours straining my eyes in hope that I could catch a glimpse of the French, or the VC who lived on the other side of the river; I thought they were just big, mean old monsters! |
Kevin Kibler (6 years old) and his cousins are observing the merchants on the Mekong river struggling to steer their boats in order to cross the river, except the currents are too swift so they are stuck going around in circles for a long time. |
This is one of the classrooms in the village school. Kevin (6 yrs old) looks pretty big among other 8-9 years old children. Each classroom has one light bulb, one teacher, and 40+ students. I love and miss them all! They are polite, obedient, and well-behaved kids. It would be very nice that someday we could go back together to visit them all and see how much they have changed through the years. |
Kevin Kibler (6 years old) with village children. I took Kevin to the rice fields to fly his kite each evening after dinner. All the kids in the village usually were there before us waiting to help Kevin to get his kite up in the air. |