Issan Village Life   =   Chapter 5.   The epitome of Issan life

Pa Jon family Pa Jon family Pa Jon's daughters

I hadn't just lost a friend as the old cliche has it because Pa Jon wasn't my friend, he was someone I admired and appreciated. His quietness had a quality that could be understood. It wasn't that you didn't want to cross him, it was more that he was the most inoffensive man you could wish to meet. He knew things, had experienced things. He knew how to make stuff in a way no one else knew and what I looked forward to in life most was that one day he and I would work together to build a house and garden furniture, a shed, garage, and fishpond. And now it won't happen.

I was going to miss him terribly, and by the looks on the faces of local men who had gathered at Mae's house to build the gift house for Pa Jon, I wasn't the only one.


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