Village life…

This image has everything…people, homes, laundry, dinner preparations, a child and…yes, a dog. Of course it’s 1963 and somewhere in Borneo, but to me it looks very familiar. I should note, I’m not the child.
In fact, I’m not sure I’m going to turn up in any of these images and that’d be okay with me. I have so many memories of that time, though undoubtedly, as with any memory, some of the probably never happened.
Some did though…I got the mumps there and was treated with an evil smelling paste that included ground up frog. Yes…frog. One of the nights my parents were gone on a trip to climb Mt. Kinabalu, leaving me with my ahma, there was a huge thunderstorm with lightning that looked like it was hitting the mountain. I was terrified. And, well…too many to recount.
Here’s that picture of village life.