She says:
Yes, EVERYTHING IS A HELP.
If anyone wants to help, Nele's email address is: cobos@raronet.es
This is a quick addition to my REAL websites (see links below) -- to post my recent visit to southern India in December 2006. I spent three weeks with my son, Thane, and Kendall, who are traveling in southeast Asia for many months.
On Dec. 13th Thane, my younger son, and Kendall met me in Chennai airport at
Across the street, up top, was the New Café, [Email: thenewcafe@yahoo.co.uk] where we met many friends including the owner and all the staff. This became our early and late hangout, and the people became our family. We became so much a part of Mamallapuram, first by changes of plans beyond our control (landslides; full trains making it impossible to get to the time-share my parents had paid for for us; Thane’s brother, Bryan’s plane tickets to India being cancelled by Air India, etc.) and then because we fell in love with the town and the people…. we just plain stayed. It was as if the rest of
Among all the things I had jotted down from guidebooks I read in the U.S. that I wanted to do in Kerala (that Kendall and Thane had already done with Shawn), I had a little note about an orphanage. I had no idea what town it was in, but there it was, just around the corner from our guesthouse: Mariamma's Children Home -- Email: cobos@raronet.es
This was the beginning of all the miracles that happen when your best plans fall through in
After four days, we left
We arrived in Mamallapuram and greeted by all of our friends, coming out of their shops hollering, Welcome Home, and Welcome Back. It was a warm homecoming. Everyone asked, “Where is your other son?” since we told them we would return with
With “gift money” from my parents, Susan and Ann R., and the three of us, we were able to fill the bins at the orphanage with provisions for the children – grains, spices, soap, noodles, vegetables. It was fun that the women took us shopping at the little market and then all of it was delivered within an hour.
One shopkeeper stopped me to ask why we helped at the Orphanage. I explained that even as an artist in the
In
We celebrated Christmas Eve with traditional Indian music, a magic show including a cobra in (and out of) a basket, singing and dancing by the children from another orphanage, and a buffet of great food at the New Café with our friends.
We visited the orphanage several times. The staff and the children are so welcoming -- kisses and hugs, children jumping into our arms, Elikia in her orange saree, little Amit turning on and off my flashlight penlight that is clipped to my fanny pack. The biggest smiles you can imagine. We took photos of the newly stocked kitchen with huge containers of all the things we bought for them. Because there is a mix of Muslims, Hindus, and Christians, they erected a tree and we helped them decorate it. Of course, Thane was the tallest person within many km. so he got to stand on a table and hang the star over the light bulb. I asked what they eat on Christmas. The answer was "CAKE!" Special treat. They are the warmest, happiest children I have seen here. I've never seen one cry. The bigger kids finished exams, one boy got “top in his class.”
We went to the 22 rupees store (like the dollar stores we have) and bought watercolor and crayon sets, soft small balls for them to toss to each other, etc. and went on Christmas morning to play with the children. A little arts and crafts day. My sister donated money to buy the children pillows. So, with the help of our new friends, we rounded up 50 pillows and had them delivered to the orphanage. It was a site to see the little boys carrying tall stacks of pillows upstairs.
We did see the monuments and stone carvings Mamallapuram is famous for, and watched the stone carvers at work. Dutiful tourists. But I got so much more out of the old man wrapped in half a dhoti with a tiny monkey sitting on his shoulder (with jewelry on), seeing the wild boars dart past our Guest House, walking with a young sculpture student who learns English by talking with tourists. People confided in us about their illnesses, explained that they go to the hospital and get injection...for everything: boils, asthma, sore neck. Maybe vitamin injections?
We watched Kumar, our artist-friend, paint. He was gracious enough to paint in watercolors and a second time, in oils. A marvelous, intuitive, talented painter. His wife made breakfast for us when Kumar found out we had not eaten yet. I will arrange for him/his work to come to Carrboro for an exhibition in August 2007. We met Kumar's wife and two beautiful children. Then he invited us to ride with him and his friend to
Later, the three of us traveled by bus to Chennai to take in part of the city-wide music festival. We saw 9 or 10 shows in about 10 hours (from traditional Indian music to Fusic) and returned by bus at
It is, of course, very, very hot. We sleep under a fan. The power goes out often, so we and the shops have no light. We’ve mastered skills I never dreamed of, like the proper way to use a squatter toilet, to eat with our hands, when to turn away when you've stated your second-to-last price for any item, etc. As I neared the end of December I became sad and anxious about returning to the
The finale was a huge annual Dance Festival that happens to be in Mamallapuram. Then, a night that I wanted to stretch to last at least another month…. ended with us walking on the beach to a private home and climbing steep stairs to a rooftop under the stars. The taxi came to take me to the airport on New Years Eve at
Next time, I hope to work with Pip, a woman from
I wanted to bring home the children. But we will be hosting Kumar, an amazingly talented and world-renowned artist, this August & September, 2007 in Carrboro, NC.. Stay tuned for more here, and on my website by Jackie at uniqueorn.com : www.maggigrace.com.
You can also read about my son, Thane, and Kendall's trip through India, Thailand, and soon....Laos, Cambodia...and then China.
www.kendallandthane.blogspot.com