Wednesday, 27 August 2008 10:00

When Flower Girls Grow Up (2004)

By Father Joe Maier

This one begins rough. And the middle part is rough, too. And the ending? Well, I guess you swallow hard through the tears and you shut your eyes tight to squeeze out tears so that you can look up and maybe see a rainbow, and then maybe you cry a bit again, because somehow, for so many of us, way deep down deep, we want, we demand, more than a rainbow.

And that isn't how life works.

This one's about two heroines: Miss Gook Gik and Miss Nong Lek. Their scumbag moms were always lurking in the shadows. The money was never enough for their moms, no matter how much their children scored. Mom's rules were blunt: you girls con money from bar bums so we can play cards. The money, of course, was never enough. Money goes fast in a card game.

It's the same here as anywhere else. They let you win the first few hands.

Only in a game of "Let's Pretend" can you find cute, happy heroines. We are taught that proper behavior for seven-year-olds is playing with dolls, hopscotch, jump rope, that they're all whispers and giggles. Not heroine stuff.

Life doesn't work that way, either.

Miss Gook Kik, thin and willowy, her AIDS temporarily in remission, remarked a while ago, "I earned 500 baht each night since I was five and my mom never thanked me once."

Read more: When Flower Girls Grow Up (2004)

Thursday, 31 July 2008 08:37
COMMENT: A Klong Toey woman with the odds stacked against her is not just a survivor, she's a hero

MS Kanok-tip is President and Pioneer/Founder of the Klong Toey Slum Chapter of the Physically Handicapped (the Chapter), that is, the Five Kiosk Workforce. At 38 years of age, she's tough in many ways but very fragile in others. Never went to school. One leg gone from bone cancer years ago. Just recently her husband, while working as an assistant bartender, began a relationship with a short time girl from a remote province who hires herself out of the bar and he left Kanok-tip. One other thing: Tip is four months pregnant.
Thursday, 31 July 2008 08:28
Up until two months ago, a few mornings each week, just before his kindergarten class, Master Note, a nine-year-old boy in our care, rode his imaginary broomstick horse around our Mercy Centre compound.

Note always rode behind his partner, Master Galong, who has a faster make-believe vehicle - an imaginary motorcycle. Sometime Galong has make-believe trouble starting his chopper. Master Note told him that choppers are hard to start in cold weather. Note is extra smart and school bores him. His is small for his age. You can blame Aids for that. Got it from his mom at birth who got it from his dad, both whom died when Note was three. Says he remembers his mom who cared for him as long as she could.

Note's life - lived in that deep part of his soul where nobody else can go - seems to be filled with light and beauty. He loves to draw and, except for the occasional fire-breathing dragon (a monster many kids seem to draw in times of death and sorrow), Note's sketchbook is a kaleidoscope of joyful colours and happy imagery.
Thursday, 31 July 2008 08:26
The triplets skip along footpaths, giggle, chirp, chatter. They have signals - really a special world all their own - especially at secret-telling time, which is pretty much all the time, writes FR JOE MAIER.


Miss Fon: Somruthai - delightfully bossy.

Miss Fa: Saitara - gentle, never argues with her sisters.

Miss Fai: Wasana - fragile, giggles the most

All three were born on 29 Nov 1997.

Mom: Bho - recently a Klong Toey Baht Bus ticket collector.

Dad: Dhey - just lost still another job as a shopping mall guard.

Granny: Praphai - crippled, retired as a "comfort person" for sailors in Klong Toey Port.

Step grandpa: - push cart bag man, now deceased...

Read more: The Pride of Klong Toey (2007)

Thursday, 31 July 2008 07:33
The cook found them at the side entrance just before dawn, when you could still make out the stars: Six-year-old Fon, her mum and our ferocious, slum-born, street-wise guard dog, all curled up asleep together. The "ferocious" guard dog, by the way, in spite of all training to the contrary, welcomes strangers; the more shabbily they dress, the more friendly he becomes.

Fon became our Christmas present, coming to stay with us for a while to share her wisdom and joy - her dance, her song, her innocence. And she led us as we followed the Magi and the Christmas star.

Read more: A Christmas Story 2005