This
morning one of the charity administrators, Sivakumar, came to collect me from
the hotel in Madurai and brought me to the small
town of Tirumangalam,
around 45 minutes away. Here, one Boys
Town, one Girls Town,
two Children’s Villages and the Primary School are located in a peaceful rural
location out of town, surrounded by fields.
| Approaching from the main road... |
| Home for the next 4 weeks |
There’s also a wonderful cook, Muthupandi, who makes a delicious breakfast, lunch and dinner each day. He grew up in the
Tirumangalam Boys Town and used to come after school to help cook for Joe and
the older boys. Now in his late 40's, he has been looking after the staff and
volunteers here ever since.
After being introduced to the office staff I was briefed
on my projects for the next 4 weeks. Initially my
main focus will be Sponsor Communications. Around 500 of the 700 children here are sponsored by BTS supporters, mostly in the UK and Japan, although more are now being found in India itself (as the Indian economy continues to grow and the UK declines). Once a year the sponsors receive a full written update on the Children’s
Village, Boys Town or Girls Town in which their sponsor child is living. It’s a
pretty extensive report which tries to paint a picture of what the children’s
lives are like by describing the facilities of the Boys Town, the daily and weekly
routines of the children, major events, big achievements, etc. Also, as I mentioned in my last post, many of the children
go on to do apprenticeships after 10th Standard (similar to GCSEs). At
this point they no longer live in the Boys or Girls Towns but their further
education is still funded by the sponsors and these sponsors receive individual
reports on their child.
This started straight after lunch when one of the girls from the office, Uma, took me along to the primary school, which is on site. The school is one large room, with basic screens dividing it into four separate classes, for children aged from 5 to 9. The children from the top class had made me a welcome card!
All of the lessons here are in English (very unusual in poor village schools) and the little ones were all keen to practice, saying hello, and asking my name and how I was. In each class I visited, a couple of children would be picked to come to the front and ask me a question or sing a song or read aloud. I was so surprised and overwhelmed!
I have been asked to produce 3 annual reports on the
Boys Towns and around 30 individual apprentice reports. Once finished I will
spend the last week or two doing work on the website, blog, facebook page etc.
No work today though - just a chance to get settled in and most importantly, meet some of the children!
No work today though - just a chance to get settled in and most importantly, meet some of the children!
This started straight after lunch when one of the girls from the office, Uma, took me along to the primary school, which is on site. The school is one large room, with basic screens dividing it into four separate classes, for children aged from 5 to 9. The children from the top class had made me a welcome card!
All of the lessons here are in English (very unusual in poor village schools) and the little ones were all keen to practice, saying hello, and asking my name and how I was. In each class I visited, a couple of children would be picked to come to the front and ask me a question or sing a song or read aloud. I was so surprised and overwhelmed!
| Listening to a rendition of "Wind the Bobbin Up" |
It was funny to see the
different personalities emerging in even the youngest children; some were very
confident and others very shy, but they were all curious about me and they were
all full of smiles!
| "1st Standard" children (5-6 years old) |
| A Warm Welcome in the Girls Town |
| New Friends! |
I had a big bag of chocolate éclairs in my bag and asked
Uma if I could give them to the girls. I was thinking I'd just pass the bag
around, but instead it turned into quite a formal occasion where the girls
lined up in rows and approached me one by one to take an éclair, shake my hand
and wish me an advanced Happy Birthday (I believe its traditional to give out
sweets on your Birthday here, so they were a bit confused when I said my
Birthday isn’t until June!). I felt a bit embarrassed that such a big deal was
made out of such a pathetic offering and wished I’d brought something more!
The Director also handed out Indian sweets at this
time. I took one, tried it and confirmed that it was delicious, at which point one
of the young girls tried to give me her one! It’s incredible that these
children have so little and yet will still offer up what they have to
others. I was really moved.
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