Dad stayed in Kunming nine months after the Reds had taken the city. He built a boat from wooden packing cases and was able to visit and preach in villages along the shores of the Dianchi Lake. Dad's boat on the Dianchi Lake, Kunming. On many nights Dad heard the fighting between the Reds and … Continue reading Dad in China
Our family had escaped from China in December 1949. We arrived in Ceylon (Sri Lanka) with mother in January 1950. Dad stayed in Kunming for a long time. I don't remember any of my feelings from the time we were separated. Old photographs help me recollect fragments of stories from China. My mother's many letters … Continue reading The Red Shoes
The Indian Rubber Tree is known as a potted house plant in many homes.
There is a white two-story house where my road begins. A man is sitting on the balcony looking out for me. I am still tiny and have not started walking. Mom carries me in her arms. My four siblings run around her and want her attention. They see the man on the balcony and shout, … Continue reading Grandpa Verner’s Legacy
Some stories we read or hear in childhood make an impact beyond what the storyteller or writer ever imagined. Many stories did that to me. But one particular story from my childhood was like a trail marker at specific points in my life, even though I did not realize it at the time. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trail_blazing We … Continue reading Elsa Beskow – Trail Marker
“Why don’t we go home to Finland now?” That was a question my older siblings asked our mother each time we moved out of the latest temporary home. Mary asked that question in September 1947 when we were deck passengers on a crowded river steamer on the Yangtze river, fleeing the war in Manchuria. In … Continue reading Why don’t we go home to Grandma’s?
All my older siblings were excited about dad coming from China after eleven months of separation. I, the youngest, five years old, was not sure what I should feel. Dad had arrived safely to Ceylon to join the family in Kandy. When he distributed the simple gifts bought from Hong Kong, my plastic duck was … Continue reading Homeless
Millions of people around the world are uprooted from their origins. Each person experiences their "uprooting" differently. Maybe some reader may recognize herself in my story.
Jean Arasanayagam 1931 - 22019 I was to send a different story as my first post on my new website. Instead, I was in the hospital for two days. While there, I read the sad news, “Celebrated poet, writer Jean Arasanayagam passes away.” My friendship with Jean began in a very unusual way. We had … Continue reading In memory of Author Jean Arasanayagam