RUMKI, HALIM’S WIFE AT THE GATE which leads to their home in Mohammadia Housing. Halim is a good friend of mine. Until we knew her better we always thought of “room key” to remember her name. It’s amazing the helps we use in trying to remember words in another language.
FRIENDS ENJOYING NEW YEAR’S DAY by sitting by the canal.
YOUNG GIRL’S CONFURANO PARTY! My friend Halim called me and wanted me to come with him to Lalbag. I thought he meant the Lalbagh Fort! I said I was too busy, in the middle of Bangla vocab dictation and had an errand to run for my wife. His wife, Rumki then called and asked if I could come. Instead of Bangla dictation I quickly cut 4 loaves for Alice so I could go with Halim. Then Rumki called again and said I should dress in something handsome and dressy. Halim was at the mosque doing prayers when I arrived, so I chatted with Rumki. When Halim returned, along with his niece we took off in a CNG. I soon find out we are going to the Lalbagh area for a “Hearing.” He said in Bangla it is a confurano. I haven’t found it in a dictionary yet. Anyway it is a celebration for these two young Bengali girls who were relatives of Rumki. Rumki wasn’t feeling well so that is why she didn’t go along. It was a feast with chicken roast, curried chicken, cucumber slices, onions, alu (potato) chop, and Jorda (sweet rice).
MY SON, DUSTIN AND I CHILLIN’ ON THE COUCH in our Living Room in Dhaka, Bangladesh.
MY FRIEND CHARLES’ MOTHER!
Today I went for a followup visit to the hospital, and the OP orthopedic Dr. looked at my previous x-ray and said my ankle is not broken! After 4-6 days I will go in to have the cast taken off and re-examined!
AT THE DRIK GALLERY LEAVING with a rickhsaw. Ingrid, my friend and physiotherapist making sure I use proper procedure in getting on and off of a rickshaw.
INGRID MILLER AND I STANDING with the photo of mine that accepted to be a part of the TTL “Bangladesh in Frames III” exhibit at Drik Gallery, in Dhanmondi, Dhaka, Bangladesh from March 25-29. Ingrid is a friend and physio therapist who met me at the gallery to show me how to properly get up on a rickshaw and down. She was expecting me to arrive on a CNG, so was surprised to see me on a rickshaw before she taught me how. I did confess that I had already gotten up on a rickshaw, went to the vegetable market to buy veggies, and came home and got off the rickshaw. We tried several methods but she admitted that the way I was doing was probably the best way. I suspect in physiotherapy schools they don’t teach techniques on how to get up on a rickshaw unless the school would be CRP in Savar, Bangladesh!! Actually it was my wife’s good idea on how to get into a microbus (van), which she gave me yesterday on our trip to the India border. Ingrid also helped assist and give me ideas as I negotiated the steps to the different galleries at Drik. Notice the shirt which I received as a gift because one of my photos was accepted!
NIC, KIRSTI, AND SETH posing in front of some art which was painted on a wall in front of a wall in Iqbal Rd, Mohammadpur, Dhaka, Bangladesh.
CHAYLA FINDS A FRIEND IN Mymensingh, Bangladesh! Wow, only 300 days left till 2012!
CHAYLA LOVIN’ THE COUNTRY AIR in a village near Manikganj, Bangladesh.
ON EKUSHI FEBRUARY (Feb 21) holiday folks were out commemorating International Mother Tongue Language Day. Charles and his daughter, Candace were trying out hats. In reality Candace wanted a hat, and a cap salesman wanted Charles to have a cap!
LIKE FATHER, LIKE DAUGHTER!
“Pollyanna?” & her Father!
The Camerist's Collection 
