Tag Archive: Smile


Day 131

SELF PORTRAIT I TOOK THIS MORNING  as a project for DPS.

Day 114

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.

Day 104

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).

Day 89

MY SON, DUSTIN AND I CHILLIN’ ON THE COUCH in our Living Room in Dhaka, Bangladesh.

Day 85

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!

Day 80`

HI EVERYONE! I GUESS GOD THOUGHT I NEEDED A BREAK! LOL No pun intended! I actually broke my ankle  in two places while playing football. But I did keep the fellow from scoring. 🙂 I came home and had some pain walking but kind of tried to ignore it. I talked to Austin in Ohio, because I saw on facebook that Pruitt had broken the forearm bones just behind his wrist. I went to the market with a rickshaw but never got off. Later I went to a grocery store and did some walking and up some steps. Back up the street 50 yards to get a rickshaw. I then in the afternoon went with Alice to our friends apartment to help Charles Fox put four windows back in place, as well as put 4 glass sliding doors back in place. I had to go up 4 flights of stairs to get to the apartment, while carrying a cordless drill in it’s case with another battery pac!  Charles on the way home said he thinks he will take me to the ER to get my foot checked out. Here I find out my ankle was broken. Within 1.5 hours I was out of the hospital with my leg in a cast, crutches, and on the way home in a CNG. So six weeks with crutches and no football!:-( Here I am on the couch with my feet elevated. Charles and family brought me my meds, candy, balloons, flowers and some good cheer!

Day 78

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.

Day 64

THIS BENGALI BOY IS ENJOYING SOMETHING as he and his mother wait for the train at the Kamalapur Station in Dhaka, Bangladesh.

Day 63

YOUNG BENGALI LAD WANTS me to take a photo of his fish.

Day 54

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!

Day 52

EKUSHI FEBRUARY, AND INTERNATIONAL MOTHER LANGUAGE DAY!  MY WIFE, ALICE, AND I HAD our faces painted which is a tradition on holidays.  We both had the Shohid Minar (language martyrs memorial) painted on our faces and Alice had the Bangladesh national flag painted on her hand. This is the day in 1952 when some students were martyred who were protesting because Pakistan didn’t want Bangla as one of the national languages.  At this time Alice and I were 3  1/2 years old.

Day 361

HERE ARE THE GUYS that greeted us at the airport in Bali, Indonesia.