It means you grew up knowing how to make casave bread...
and hanging out with your indian friends is fun!
You do not realize they are living in poverty...
Perhaps because people would consider that you are living in poverty as well!
But you think you are rich!
But you think you are rich!
It means your dad convinces you to play golf on the airstrip!
It means you were potty trained in an outhouse!
Your best friends are indian children!
It means, at a very young age, you are the best translator for any outsider
...even government officials and medical groups.
...even government officials and medical groups.
This is normal for you! The indians trust you. And , who else speaks, English-Spanish-Ye'kwana with a little bit of Sanema!
So you understand all the hard work that went into making your mud hut!
It means you have exotic pets...
Meet "Frutilupis" !
This toucan was a regular visitor at our house every afternoon. My husband would pop corn in the late afternoon and sit outside and share it with 'Fruitlupis', which is the Venezuelan name for Froot Loops cereal. This toucan would sit on his shoulder and share the pop corn right out of my husbands hand.
Jayde would bottle feed this fawn named "Bambi". Her mother was killed by the hunters and they brought the fawn back to the village to be cared for. She was cared for until old enough to survive on her own in the jungle. Once old enough she was released.
It means you are more familiar with flying in small planes than in riding in cars. Taking a taxi ride is 'exotic' and unusual to you, but flying for two hours over the jungle, landing on short grass airstrips is boring...you can sleep through that!
It means you might convince your mom into allowing you to wear a Mohawk!
That way you feel like a real indian!
That way you feel like a real indian!
It means you were home schooled.
It means Aunt Beth came to teach you algebra,
even though no one else in the village cares about your suffering!
even though no one else in the village cares about your suffering!
12 comments:
Wonderful picture essay of what it's like to live your life, Rita. Thanks.
And it means your Aunt Pam missed you very much!! But thought of you all every day!
(Surprise, I'm back! Sort of!)
A very good posting. You and your family have had so many amazing experiences. I love the photos and the tales. But the best of all was the last two words. "Changing Lives"
I LOVE your posts like this one!!
Great photos!! Priceless!!
Very nice pictures! Thanks for sharing them with us.
There is a certain amount of envy when I look at your photos because I didn't didn't have the chance to grow up or live that way. On the other hand, I am so spoiled from growing up in middle class suburbia, I'm not sure I would be able to adjust.
LOVE it. The pic of the baby swinging over the table is my absolute fave.
What a wonderful post of an amazing way to grow up! I love all the pics and especially love the look on your husband's face while he's in the river!!!
Poor but rich,i know what you mean-
certainly a rich life!
I am sure you will treasure those memories always....
I loved looking at your wonderful pictures, and trying to imagine your exciting and....oh so different life from ours.
God bless you and your family for building churches and changing lives.
Thanks for sharing...
Hooray for western toilets! That's the best part of all!
Interesting times those. Thanks for sharing.
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