Memories of Thailand (The Early Years Part I)

Hi everyone! I have been routinely reading this excellent blog ever since I was directed to it by a starter web site. Well, I guess it’s time I spill the beans and share some of my unusual experiences. I’m sure Richard will be happy to have another writer in his camp:). I hope you all enjoy my first ever blog. I promise to do better the next time!

Country Girls In Chianart Bird Park 1970?

Let’s see…starting from my dawn of time….when was your earliest memory?? I think mine would be at about five. I was living in the countryside in Nakhon Sawan province between two villages inhabited by each side of my splintered family. As you may know, in the LOS back in the mid 60’s, it was very unusual (especially in the countryside) that you did not stay with your birth parents. My parents met, got married, had me, and the two families never got along.

My dad’s side was poor. He’s 25% Chinese and lost his father to the Japanese occupation at the end of WWII. I am told Grandpa B was executed or beheaded. I would love to research this a bit further when I get back next time. Hence, my Grandma B had to raise my Dad and his younger sister alone and under a negative stigma. They barely got by and my father grew up without a father. He did not have the opportunity to get much schooling. Making money to support the family day-by-day came first! This is very much like the farming settings in early America….”Little House on the Prairie“?? Nevertheless, he grew up attending the “Thai School Of Hard Knocks“. He became a regional Muay-Thai kick boxer champ in the area…got a motorcycle…and began visiting nearby towns. So, this is how my foot-loose and fancy free Dad found my Mom in a near-by village 40-some odd years ago.

Dek Howk Guap

My Mom’s family was quite different from Dad’s. They were “real” Thais stemming from Sukothai and Kamphaeng Phet with many relatives and land. Mom’s father, Grandpa I, was the village head-man and a doctor. He had a clinic right under their two-story Thai house made of teak. I remember rifling through the many drawers of herbal plants, animal parts, and remedies. He had jars of gruesome specimens in formaldehyde solutions that would scare me at night. We had no electricity and running water to speak of. We collected rain water off of the tin corregated roofs. I had an uncle who had a house with a diesel generator across the street. There was a community well about a 100 yards from the house at the base of the mountain by a shrine for water in the dry season.

Whoops! I’m getting distracted…more on country life and schools later I promise! My Mom was the oldest of six children and was “most rebellious”. She, along with her cousin, pretty darn much ran the teen social scene in that small village. Grandpa I had many guns and kept most of the boys at bay. I guess opposites attract, or the bad boy/good girl magic happened. My Dad didn’t give up pursuing Mom, even with a pistol at point blank touching his chest. Get killed or get my Grandpa I’s permission in marriage was his ultimatum. The outcome…as you can read…is why I’m writing to you now. Still, what a shaky way to start! Bye For Now!
Chok Dee Krup!
Komsun

8 responses to “Memories of Thailand (The Early Years Part I)

  1. Thanks all for your comment. I think I may need to buy a photo scanner for early photos of my life as a country boy in Thailand and before the digital age…any recommendations?? I do have a 5 MP camera with macro…will this work? I had to pay a professional photo shop in BKK to restore those pics of me on display. I found them at my aunt’s house (the one holding me) the last time I was there (FEB 2004). It brought back some really old memories…I hated those studio clothes!

  2. Yin dee dtawn rub na ka Komsun! Good first entry. I’ll look forward to your next blog na ka.

  3. Welcome to Thai-blogs, now getting more interesting with your participation. I have been to Nakon Sawan as a tourist. Now thanks to you, I can get a bit of history and your intimate life stories. Keep it up.

  4. It’s very interesting story so far. Welcome to the blogging community. I think I know you because you had commented on my past blogs. Look forward to read more of your life story.

  5. Sorry, my first blog post…gave a description on the comments section when i uploaded them….Chainart Bird Park and a BKK studio…ages 3?? and 6? I didn’t know my birthday until I was 8.

  6. Annotation on the photo will enhance our reading pleasure.

  7. Californian Dude

    Love the pictures!! It brings me back in time when I grew up in Thailand. Those good old days
    that you’ll never forget for as long as you live!

  8. Great stuff! I loved your information about Thailand. I’ve traveled all over the world, and now have another place I want to visit.