Architecture In Vietnam: Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge

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Architecture in Vietnam shows a diversity in the style in which buildings are designed and constructed depending upon culture and the wealth of the time. Above, the Indochina French Administration building would be equally at home in France as it is in Hanoi.

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Whilst on the banks of the Mekong thatch shanties on stilts are the architecture that is found.

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The Romanesque architecture of the Saigon Notre Dame Basilica again shows a French Heritage. Indeed all the building materials required for the construction of the church were exported from France. Yes, all those little bricks came from France.

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In its interior which can house a congregation of 1200, their are 12 pillars representing the apostles whilst the 52 stained glass windows depict stories from the bible. The windows are no longer the original ones due to breakages during the conflict.

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Thatched huts with woven walls, also built on stilts are the homes of the Degar peoples in the Central highlands of Vietnam.

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These buildings have incomplete flooring allowing for draughts to rise cooling the house and giving shade and shelter to pigs and chickens which live underneath.

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Looking at the construction of a modern Vietnamese house I would not feel confident in its stability. They are usually very narrow, detached housing of three stories high. This will accomodate one family group. The youngest live on the upper level whilst their parents on the middle level. On the lower level are the grandparents. This arrangement is so the elderly do not have to negotiate stairs.

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Wrought iron is often a feature and floors are tiles.

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In the Vietnamese museum of ethnology are wonderful examples of ethnic tribal buildings.

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The Tortoise tower of Hoan Kiem Lake in Hanoi was built by a Vietnamese businessman with the French Colonial Government permission to honour Le Loi who founded the Le Dynasty. It is a symbol of peace, harmony and patriotism.

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The  Tam Thai Pagoda in the marble hillside of Da Nang. Its architecture follows the shape of the Chinese character meaning “king” which was typical of the architectural style of temples and pagodas under the Nguyen Dynasty.

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In Hoi An the Japanese quarter shows yet another architectural style.

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Vietnam, a land of contrasting architecure where often the old is sandwiched between the more recent.

In response to Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge.

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Wednesday is Washing Day: Wordless Wednesday

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Infallible memories?: Memoir Monday on Tuesday

Last week I touched on how we make experience and why each person’s experience will differ from those others that have the same experience. This led inevitably to truth in life-writing and the frauds that have been perpetrated by a few that sell fiction as memoir. Where, however, do we place our memories that are real to us but possibly did not happen to us. This concept led me to questioning everything I wrote. Did it happen? In order to examine this further we need to look at what memory is.

It was believed in the past that memory was stored, much as we store our clothes in a set of drawers, and these memories could be recalled as long as we had the correct key to open the drawer to release them. These memories were laid down at the time of the experience and the recall would be the same on each retrieval. It was vital then that the initial encoding ensured that these would be stored long term. With modern imaging techniques it has been found that the memory model is not quite so simplistic. The area of the brain that is used for autobiographical memory is the same as that used for visual memory. And not everything is stored. Instead we live our lives as stories and where there are gaps in the narrative we will fill them with……in order to make the narrative flow, to have meaning and truth. Memory, therefore, like experience is a construct and can be different on each occasion of remembering. Let’s take for example a family gathering in 1990. Before looking at the photo of all present we talk about who was there. We take those facts that we do remember from the day and we add our story to make it make sense. Uncle Jim was there. I say his wife was also there. Did I remember that twenty six years later or did it just make sense because every time I saw Uncle Jim his wife was with him. Julia also remembers Uncle Jim was there but clearly remembers that his wife was not. Julia was interfered with by Uncle Jim and she feared what he might do when his wife wasn’t present so she remembered that his wife was not present that day. Uncle Jim’s brother said he wasn’t there at all. Who was correct?  All would believe that they were right. Their visions told them so. As this is a hypothetical case I can’t give you an answer but I know it happens frequently in families that the memories are different.

Sometimes, however, there can be memories that you live with, believing that they happened to you, only to find that, although the event happened, you were not present at it. Oliver Sacks described a memory of a particular London blitz only to be told by his brother that he was not in London at the time, having been sent to safety in the countryside. This and other stories and indeed everyone of you will have stories of your own where this has happened (mine) but even when you finally believe that it didn’t happen to you, the memories still belong to you and affect how you have acted since that event. Are they therefore any less true when it comes to memoir as it is indeed the writer’s memory that is being related and the reflection that arises from the memories. Psychoanalyst Donald Spence has labelled these rememberings as “narrative truth” as opposed to “historical truth.” Sacks writes ” once such a story or memory is constructed, accompanied by vivid imagery and strong emotion, there may be no inner, psychological way of distinguishing true from false – or any outer neurological way”.

According to Conway and Rubin autobiographical memory occurs on three levels. Firstly there are significant life periods that span a long length of time such as going to school or university, living in a particular locality and these will have more generally accepted information such as the layout of the university. Secondly, there are general events spanning over a shorter time period is knowledge which is accepted truth but relating to events generally such as where you went for holidays whilst you were at university. Finally there is the event specific memory which is of an event which lasted minutes to seconds such as someone falling off a cliff whilst you were holidaying at the place you recalled in the second point.  According to these researchers memories are constructed using all three  of these levels. Isabel Allende wrote in her memoir Paula : “My life is created as I narrate and my memory grows stronger with writing.”

Memory is such a huge subject and if you are interested I would recommend Daniel Schacter’s book Searching for Memory: The brain, the mind and the past.

The more I read the more I wondered about my own memories. It reminded me of when I was  a student nurse where each disease I learnt about I became convinced that I had demonstrated its symptoms. During my training I had a brain tumour, collitis, dementia and numerous others. Now as I read about memory and the ease at which our memories can take on both other information, convert dreams and any vivid visualisations into autobiographical memory I started to query my own memories and the truth of them. It made me understand the importance of alerting the reader that what they were about to read was my truth about the events being described. This I believe is quite different to blatant falsifying of a life. What do you think?

Lisa Reiter also writes a Memoir Monday post.

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Coffee Onboard: Cee’s Odd Ball Photo Challenge

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It was time to trial a new venue for our bookclub and one suggestion was the Noosa Catalina Princess now moored in the river attached to a jetty which now served good coffee. All the old boat houses along the river have or are in the process of converting into coffee shops but few boast their seating in a boat.

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As we walked to board it looked odd this pristine, never been used rolled rope. Was it just for decoration or would it be used if a boat pulled in.

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As I looked at the rope which was oddly out of place where all else was old I looked down into the water looking for the fish that I knew would be there. It was odd not to see large fish gliding but the fry were there in plenty. What I wasn’t expecting was the face that seemed moulded in the water. Oddly, I can’t work out is it my imagination, can everyone see a face, is it my own face staring back?

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Resting my phone on a table I took a photo up the river. I sometimes rest my camera to stop any blurring from my own tremoring. It was odd because it did not seem as though the boat was on so much of a lean. Did I take the photo as the wake from the other boat reached us?

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An odd place for a paddle boarder to start. Coffee then play. I guess he’ll come back for another coffee as he has left his thongs on board.

Our next book club might have a few distractions but it was nice and quiet but we will definitely need to be rugged up.

In response to Cee’s Odd Ball Challenge

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Weekend Coffee Share: 22nd May 2016

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Welcome and come in. Feel like coffee or tea? I’ve got both so take your pick and have a seat. In the sun or in the shade? Normally at this time of the year we would be following the sun but it is still so warm that instead we are searching for shade.

If we were having coffee I’d tell you I’v had a great week.Everyone seems to be well,we’ve had no hospital visits, eaten out with friends, got back to Pilates and for me I have done some creative writing. It is amazing how much freer that has made me feel. Doing all this scholarly writing is fine but it doesn’t allow for letting out these ghosts of ideas that linger waiting for release.

If we were having coffee I’d tell you I went to an amazing 60th birthday party last night. Amazing because it was so romantic. Stuff that only happens in books that aren’t memoir. My friend thought she was working at 6am tomorrow. Her husband who returned from his job as an nurse in a remote aboriginal community had organised with help from all the invitees a surprise party. The food was superb. The cake, out of this world.

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But the romance came with her husband’s present to her. He had arranged holidays, now already commenced instead of the 6am start followed by two weeks of night duty and at 5am they would have lift off from Brisbane on a two week holiday to Switzerland. He gave her a backpack and a gortex jacket telling her that would be all she needed for the trip (along with what clothes she could fit in.) She was totally gobsmacked. With all that surprise it came as no surprise that we then danced the night away.

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If we were having coffee I’d tell you that some of the writing I’ve done this week is for blog prompts: Water Management  on Monday, Experience on Memoir Monday on Tuesday, a guesswork challenge on Wednesday which was a lot of fun, followed on Thursday with a flash ‘The Squirrel’ and on Friday for Friday Fictioneers ‘A halt in the Line’ and finally on Saturday for the WP Discovery a piece on Apology. Having done these pieces and some work that has not been blogged it made me realise just how important writing is for my well-being.

If we were having coffee I’d tell you not everything has gone perfectly. Muffin was a nightmare at training on Wednesday night. She was totally spooked and could not do a thing right. The trainer told me that they had planned on putting me up a class but on her performance that night he felt that we would remain where we are for a few more weeks. I’m glad about that really as she doesn’t have the concentration yet to cope with a more advanced class.

Now how about you? What kind of week did you have?  Is your weather getting warmer? Done any writing or reading? Thanks for popping by and look forward to seeing you again. Thanks Diana for hosting our coffee morning. 

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All Quiet on the River: Silent Sunday

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Apology: Weekly Discover Challenge

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Night shift was the hardest. Ralph would start drinking in the early afternoon, soon after starting his day. He expected me to sit with him. His jealousy extended to any activity which took me out of the room he was in. His anger would propel him to bring the rifle out of the cupboard terrifying me as he sat loading it or he’d roar off on his bike in a state that put both him and others at risk. As a result not only did I repel friendships but I let the housework suffer. Going to work was my only activity that I crossed him about. It made him feel small that I worked and paid the bills whilst he sat around the house. Night shift was the most difficult, however, as he’d be well on the way to being sozzled and get increasingly angry at my departure.

Tonight was no exception.

“If you go I’m going to top myself.”

“I’m sorry but I have to go. It’s too late to ring up sick.”

“But I need you.”

“I’m sorry. I’ll be home early.”

“You bitch. I won’t be around when you get home. You’ll be sorry.” Ralph was worse than normal tonight. He’d had a letter from his Father which had set him off into a depressive rage early in the day and it hadn’t given up. Alcohol only made him worse and tonight he was smoking dope as well. I left for work worried and feeling guilty for leaving him.

The feeling didn’t leave me. It was difficult to concentrate on my patients. I tried ringing to check that he was okay and tell him again that I was sorry I couldn’t  stay but the phone had rung out. When my supervisor came to do her rounds she found me with tears rolling down my face as I performed my duties. Luckily my patient was unconscious and unaware of my distress. For the first time I told someone what was happening at home. Before I knew it she had me down in the psychiatric ward having a consult with the nurse on duty.

“You don’t have to feel guilty and there is no  need to apologise.” the nurse said. “If he does put the gun to his head and pull the trigger did you place it there?”

“No.”

“Exactly. It is his choice. You are not responsible for the choices he makes in life. They are his responsibility and his alone. There is no need for you to apologise for how he acts. You may feel sorry for him but you are not responsible for the actions he takes. You do not need to feel guilty as you are doing nothing.”

For the first time I felt my will to live return. I was not responsible. If he did something it was not my fault. I did not have to apologise or feel guilty. Finally I was capable of making my own choice.

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Jubilant: Weekly Photo Challenge

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We were jubilant the day our team won the tennis trophy for the season but too old even then to jump the net.

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Jubilation was felt by one and all when our progress group won the open Gardens community gardens grant. The main mover and shaker was over the moon – she was jubilant.

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Pelican Pete a Noosa icon has seen much jubilation in his time as he has participated in street parades since the 70s and is permanently on display  outside the Pelican Boat Hire. He is kept by them in perfect repair so any street parade can be graced with his presence. The pelican can rotate its head, open and shut its bill, flap its wings, blink its eyelashes, and wiggle its tail. Operated from the inside two very hot operators jiggle the pulleys and levers that make him work. To keep them working a plentiful supply of cool beverages are supplied. The pelicans back is filled with the jubilant participants of the parade.

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A wedding is the place to see jubilation. Even a friend is jubilant and I certainly am.

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Roger’s 96 year old father travelled from England for the event – I think that he was jubilant that he was around to celebrate with us but also he thought Roger might settle down. He didn’t know me too well at the time. Roger’s sister is also jubilant but she is one of these people that are full of the joys of life – her normal state of being.

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Skywatch Friday: 20th May 2016 Noosaville 5.12 pm

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While the sun sets to the west

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the moon rises to the east.

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A Halt in the line: Friday Fictioneers

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Three days had passed and not a soul had sat in the waiting room.

“I’m bored.” Gabe idly flicked through the register book. “It’s unbelievable. No-one has come to us. They can’t all have been bad.”

“You wouldn’t think so. Out of 151,600 people each day,  normally we would get at least a third. Usually we’re full of people. I’ll have to get a new job if this continues.”

“You don’t think they’ve finally cracked it?” The red warning  light started flashing before Peter could answer. He rushed to the controls.

“Shit” he said “The ascension angels have gone on strike.

In response to the photo prompt provided by J Hardy Carroll for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers. Follow the link to read other interpretations or to take part yourself.

 

 

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