Jan Burgess (Bays) (1962)
Hi Everyone.
This is Jan (Burgess) Bays class of '62. I just discovered this forum.
I also have the warmest memories of time in Korea. We were there from 1959-81. My dad taught at Yonsei University, we lived in Itaewon, and had to take the shuttle bus down to the post. We went to Seoul Union Church so I also had many friends -- missionary kids -- from Seoul Foreign School. I remember the Teen Club quonset hut on the base, dancing, fresh French fries and shakes, going out to the Officer's Club once in a while for special meals, decorating the qym with Lynn Shaw for the Sayonara dance --- we constructed cherry trees in full bloom out of fake branches, and someone's father actually made us a metal pool with a little arched bridge over it that couples could stroll across -- it was pretty magical when the lights were low. My folks square danced at SAHS with Kerry Johnson's father as a caller. I danced with Kerry -- which got me started, and now, decades later, my husband and I square dance weekly -- lots of fun and good exercise for body and brain. Kerry convinced me to take a nigh-time trigonometry course thru U. Maryland extension, which helped set me up for college math.
I remember when the chemistry teacher was also the home-ec teacher and our "experiments" consisted of seeing how baking soda worked, and washing little squares of different kids of cloth and putting them on the window sill to see which dried faster. (I was NOT prepared for chemistry in college!) Tom Drummond and another evil friend (was that you, Ted Green?) used to have a wooden drawer in the desk that they'd open up and dump all their hot smoking chemistry experiments into. The biology teacher was also the gym teacher, so we didn't learn much biology, either. The Latin teacher was tough!
I remember going to the Holt orphanages to hold the babies who just lay in their cribs all day, having given up on crying because the staff didn't have time to hold or play with them. The staff went out each morning to collect abandoned babies -- almost all girls -- from the trash heaps. My mom took in three malnourished, sad baby girls and we helped get them fattened up, responsive and happy, and they ended up being adopted by Korean couples. When my dad's translator at Yonsei University came to the house my two sisters and I lined up to greet him. He looked at us and asked, "No boys?" My dad said, "No" and the translator said, "Well, better luck next time!" Fortunately my dad was proud to have a bunch of girls. One tiem the translator brought hsi wife and little son. When the son saw us (blond) girls he burst out crying and wailed -- in Korean -- "High noses and white hair, high noses and white hair! " which is how ghosts look in Korea.
I remember the time of the revolution, when we had armed soldiers on the school bus from Itaewon to the post, and were ready to lie down on the floor at a moment's notice if shooting started. That daily bus ride gave us views of old papa-sans with black stove-pipe hats smoking those long thin pipes, men walking all hunched over under A-frames loaded with cabbage for kimchi, little kids with no pants or split-seat pants peeing in the gutter, men turning their backs to pee against walls any time and anywhere, and the line of made-up ladies of the night on the corner. It was an education for a 13-14 year old! After the revolution we went down town to see the wreckage.
Remember the buses downtown that were make of flattened oil cans welded together? Very colorful. And the "crammer" who jammed people in? And riding in a hapsang taxi with ten other people all smashed together, smelling of perfumed hair oil and garlic kimchi? And the excitement and smells of the Namdemun Shijong (= South Gate Market) and the glorious colors of the brocades and gauzy cloth for chima-chogori (traditional Korean dresses) in the fabric booths! And taking trips in the crisp autumn air to the King's tombs.
I've been remembering all this recently because I stumbled across a very popular show in Korea called "My Love From Another Star." Also very popular in Japan. (The Japanes are crazy about Korean historial soap-operas for some reason,)You can find it on Hulu with English subtitles. It's about a young man from another star system who has been living in Korea for 400 years. You get to see many dramatic scenes of old Korea interspersed with scenes from modern, glitsy Korea. I'm on episode 7. It has brought up many memories. For example, I had forgotten how the Koreans' voices get gutteral when they want to emphasize something.
Thanks so much for setting up the forum. Many warm wishes for a New Year of peace, good heatlh, and at least a few interesting adventures and discoveries. I live and teach at a Zen Monastery in Oregon, so one adventure could be a trip to see the monastery!
Jan
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