From pillar to post (part 3, final)

Wat Dan, where Dew served as a novice

If they wanted to call home, the novices would have to ask the monks, so many decided to go without. When I turned up towards the end, only half a dozen of the original 70 to 80 boys were left. Several rushed to borrow my phone so they could call home. 

One child called his mother, who was clearly taken aback from her holiday reverie to be asked by her neglected son when she intended visiting him at the temple again. The kids cannot leave unless they get the consent of parents or the monks, and there are no outings once the programme ends.

Grandma Eed, a religious figure who wore black for months after the death of King Rama IX, often praises the monks as sources of wisdom and virtue. 

When I saw how quick she was to use the monks as surrogate child minders when it suited, I was struck by how hypocritical her remarks sounded. 

One day, after repeatedly asking Eed when she intended letting Dew come home, I declared I would pick him up myself if she did not act, which prompted her surly response above. 

Of course I couldn't look after Dew at home any more than she wanted him back, but I was missing him and felt sorry for the kids dumped there in such a heartless fashion. She finally brought him home one day before the new term began; his hopes of enjoying his holidays with friends now in tatters.

I emailed my parents in June, 2016, after our first swimming trip together since Dew's return from the temple. I wrote: "The past two months in which I have been battling this woman Eed have felt like a divorce-style tug of wills. I do not like adults holding kids hostage to their own interests; even now I can barely bring myself to talk to her. However, I told Dew I would make an effort to get along, and he wasn't to worry. 

"His behaviour appears to have slipped a bit...he seems naughtier now that he was the last time I saw him regularly."  

My relationship with Eed never really recovered. I took Dew to the local army pool a few more times, but when Grandma Eed's neighbour - Dew's former childhood carer - got out of jail I handed him back and left his life. My days off from work had also changed and I was no longer prepared to give up six hours on my Saturdays taking him swimming.

His carer and her family, who also took over responsibility for looking after Dew from the old women, gave me the icy treatment for weeks afterwards, as they thought I had abandoned the child. I have explained to Dew many times since why I withdrew from his life, and that I wasn't just some other adult shoving him from pillar to post. 

I enjoyed our time together as we visited local swimming pools, eateries, and temples. Thais we met on our travels often mistook me for his real father, as we both have Caucasian blood (his birth father has no knowledge of the lad, and was visiting as a tourist when he happened to meet Noi, Dew's Mum). 

Dew, now 13, and a keen football player, later returned to his mother's care when Noi herself was freed from jail. She still rents a place in the soi. 

She told me soon after her release that she is working in "jewellery" in Silom, though that sounds unlikely, given her prison record.

From pillar to post (part 2)

Dew washed Granny Eed's feet at the temple

"If you come into our lives you have to change your ways - we don't like slum habits over here," I told Dew. He made an effort to fit in and was considerate when the mood suited. At other moments he could cry and make life awkward when he refused to get his way.

Dew would stay at Grandma Eed's place, or down the lane with the family of his former carer, the one who was now in jail.

I gave Granny Eed and her sister a couple of hundred baht a week to help with Dew's school expenses, and bought items such as clothes and shoes if he was in need.

One of our first tasks was to go and see Dew's form teacher at school, as exams were approaching and the school had threatened to make him repeat the year, he had been absent from class so often. 

His mother's nocturnal habits (druggies turn up at all hours of the night for their fix) and irregular finances played havoc with his schooling. Rather than let him go to school every day as the law demanded, she would often have him call in sick. She would put Dew to work as an errand boy, delivering drugs to customers in the soi. 

His grades slipped horribly as a result. Eed and I, on our visit to his school nearby, persuaded his teacher to give him another chance. Eed and her sister injected some discipline in his life, ensured he went to school daily, and helped with his studies.

As a result of their help, he passed the exams which enabled him to graduate to his next year at school.

However, my relationship with the old women suffered after they decided to have Dew join a school holiday programme in which youngsters serve the local temple as novices. Temples all over the country host the kids every May in a scheme which usually lasts a couple of weeks. 

Eed and I took him to the local temple, Wat Dan, to be ordained along with 70-80 other children, including some of his friends from the soi. About 40 invited guests, including teachers from the school, moved from child to child as they sat in a row in the temple yard, cutting a lock of hair from the head of each, in one of the first charming rituals to open the event.

In another ceremony the kids wash the feet of their parents and custodians. Granny Eed wept (see picture above), as she recalled her own son, many years before, performing the ritual for her when he too entered the temple as a novice.

The first couple of days were full of moving occasions, in fact, including another where the kids have the rest of their hair shaved off by the monks, and yet another where their carers sit in front of them and spoon-feed them as if they were still little. They also get a back rub at night before bed.

After learning about life in the temple, most kids go back home to enjoy the rest of their holidays. However, Eed and a handful of parents who decided they didn't want their children back during the rest of the break decided to leave the kids in the care of the monks, even after the programme had ended. The temple performs the service without charge, though help from donors is appreciated. 

Dew and half a dozen other kids ended up spending six weeks at the temple, missing out on the Songkran water throwing festival and the chance to join their friends. I took the bus out to see him several times. By the end of the period the novelty of temple life had started to wane and the kids just wanted to go home.

now, see part 3

Wan's clan clears out

The view of the slum lane down from Wan's place

Wan, the grandmother who looked after three children under her roof with virtually no income, moved out of the slum to a new home in Chon Buri a couple of years ago. Wan never returned the sizeable loan I gave her for a noodle venture; as I handed over the cash that fateful day, she gave me a blessing, wishing me the best of health and good fortune, and promptly pocketed the lot. 

She had no intention of repaying me, no doubt figuring I could afford to part with money so was in no need of repayment. The loan might have helped get them on their feet temporarily, but her financial problems were to carry on. I would often find her perched on her doorstep after the power company man had paid his monthly visit to cut off her supply. 

She was invariably in tears, and wondering aloud whether she would find the money to get it reconnected. She asked me once to help, which I did; the next time I saw her sitting there, some months later, tears again streaming down her face and wringing her hands over the bill, I declined to help and kept walking. 

I wish I had taken the same hard-nosed stance towards her and many others in the slum over the years, as I will never see that money again. Once I stopped giving, so did the friendships which my generosity helped forge. 

Shortly after her grand-daughter Jean gave birth, the child's teenage father left. He was a temporary fixture in their slum home (she met the lad outside the slum, and he moved in while she was pregnant) and never seemed to do much work. 

Jean found a new man a short time later, a former temple boy called Ton. A down-to-earth young man, Ton, 19, wasn't scared of hard work. He took a series of jobs at the local supermarket and the like and eventually managed to save enough to buy a motorbike. 

One day I walked into the soi to find him polishing his wheels, a time-honoured ritual for young Thais. "It's the first asset I have ever owned," he said proudly. 

I struck up a friendship with Ton. One day I rescued him from the slum home after an argument with Wan (whom he called 'Mum'). I took him back to my place and we played guitar for a few hours until tempers at home had settled down. 

He asked to borrow the guitar but I later gave it to him as he loved playing it so much; it was a huge hit among Ton and his mates. I imagine that much-loved guitar made the trip with them to Chon Buri. I haven't contacted them since.

Ball: Family man makes good

Ball, now grown up, with the kids

Ball and his girlfriend Jay, now parents to two daughters, moved out of the slum in 2019 to their own rental place nearby. 

I haven't been to see them at their new place as I can't be bothered travelling, even a short distance.

I no longer drink, so the bond on which our friendship was forged has weakened. I still see him occasionally if I am passing his mother's place and he has dropped in for a visit; I stop for a quick chat. However, months go past without contact.

When we meet, he is inevitably distracted looking after his kids or talking about the minutiae of life as a messenger for a business in town. 

Once, I would have taken an interest, but now he is grown into a young adult I no longer feel the need to get involved. 

His mother is out of jail and still rattles about the slum, though all but one of her children have now moved out. Idle taxi driver Lord is still there, though I seldom see him in the slum - perhaps he has finally motivated himself to go and out and work.

Two of the most recent posts before I went on hiatus are here, and here.

From pillar to post (part 1)

The local army pool, where I took Dew swimming

"If you go and fetch him, you must take responsibility for him too."

That was the brusque retort of a traditionalist type in her 70s, Eed, when I challenged her decision to dump at a local temple a 10 year-old boy I was helping look after.

That conversation was the start of a difficult few months with Grandma Eed, as she was known. 

I was helping Eed and her elder sister look after the boy, Dew, after his mother was jailed for drugs in late 2015. Dew was having to start life again in the care of the elderly pair, who had known him since he was a baby. I offered to help as I knew his mother and her partner.

I had never looked after one so young, and envious of my sisters overseas, both of whom have families of their own, I decided to give it a go.

Dew, visiting a temple fair

Dew's mother, Noi, sold drugs in the soi along with her partner, Kai, with whom she had a daughter, aged three. Dew was born to another relationship, a one-night fling if I recall. He doesn't know his Dad.

Noi, a largish woman in her mid-30s who liked dyeing her hair blonde and wearing garish makeup, has five children, including Dew and the little one, Guest. She was known to local police, who would launch occasional raids in the slum looking for drug dealers including her. 

When locals saw the cops arrive, they would shout, "your father's come to see you!" (พ่อมึงมาหา) as code; the warning would set off a a mad scramble among the druggies and peddlers in the soi as they stashed their evidence and fled for cover. 

I was sitting in Ball's place drinking one day when a grizzled, middle-aged man who no one knew jumped over the dog barrier where the house joins the slum alleyway and hid behind the front door. The cops had arrived, he said breathlessly. Moments later, he left just as quickly as he come.

Noi's favourite means of escape was to dash into the local market. Locals had seen Noi, her large breasts heaving and gaudy makeup streaking, as she puffed her way into Klong Toey to evade police. 

She was wanted for dealing, and police caught up with her in late 2015. She was sentenced to three and a half years, or thereabouts. Some months earlier, her partner Kai was himself nabbed for dealing; and a friend of the mother's and part-time carer to young Dew was jailed before him, once again on drugs charges. 

I used to stand around with Kai and Noi for a chat as they reckoned up their drug earnings for the day and checked stock. While Kai counted the cash, Noi would pull out her stock (ketamine, a white powder which she sold in small white plastic bags) secreted in her bra. They performed these actions openly and without embarrassment, as we are all family in the slum.

When Noi was nabbed, Kai's mother took over care of Guest, the youngest child. The boy, Dew, the only other one of her kids to be living with her, passed to the care of elderly neighbours who used to take in their washing, including Grandma Eed. 

I met Noi one day some months before while playing with her young daughter, Guest, aged three, who took a shine to me.  Young Guest was known in the soi for her foul mouth. She would listen to her mother swear and repeat the words in adult company.  If she saw me approach in the soi, she would run into my arms for a hug. In later years, she hardened in her ways, chasing me down the soi to ask for cash handouts.

I grew to like her and her partner Kai, and of course the kids. 

I had seen her son, Dew, playing in the soi outside Ball's place since he was a toddler. By the time of Noi's arrest I was buying toys for both, and taking Dew to the local army pool on Saturdays to join his friends swimming. We also visited local temple fairs.

I enjoyed looking after Dew, as it was like having my own son or nephew close at hand. I took him home to see my partner occasionally, though those visits did not always go well, as Dew was ill-mannered and Maiyuu tends to be strict with poorly behaved kids. 

now, see part 2