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Sunday, August 21, 2011

Pictures of Galang Camp by Gaylord Barr (7)




Debbie. The Vietnamese called her "Babee", and so did I sometimes.








Me with Mark. Mark was my dormmate in Vermont. He had been working in the camp from the beginning and had grown thin. He and the others left a month after I arrived. Later, I met a Vietnamese family that remembered Mark as their "savior" because he had dived into the ocean to save their drowning son after the boy

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Pictures of Galang Camp by Gaylord Barr (6)






Entertainment in the Site I Youth Center

Bu?i van ngh? t?i trung t�m Gi?i tr?










People seeing me off at the Galang harbor...January 12, 1982.
Ng�y t�i (Gaylord) r?i tr?i








Buddhist Temple built by the refugees
Ng�i Ch�a t?i Galang








Thuy and family went to San Francisco
Gia d�nh Th�y d?nh cu ? San Francisco








Son was a little haunted at times. On their first

Sunday, August 14, 2011

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Students in our Golden Age Club.














A Housewive's Class graduation. Miss Dung was the teacher.







On most weekends, the Indonesian authorities allowed the refugees to go to the beach which was about a mile from the camp.







Vietnamese boats would usually land on Indonesian islands farther to the north. But three boats landed directly on Galang during the time I was there.

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

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Mr Day







Dr. Tru with the Catholic Church in the background







Christmas, 1980 with Ba Chin and her family.

Alcohol was legal in camp at Christmas and again on Tet.







This was the graduation of a Teachers' Training Class.

Years later, I was best man for Tri (4th from right front row) when he was married in Tacoma





Friday, August 5, 2011

Pictures of Galang Camp by Gaylord Barr (3)


Ho Ngoc Tieng. I visited him once later in California.




Hanh had just then killed the snake which the Vietnmaese said was deadly.



I'd said so many goodbyes, I couldn't take it for a moment. For the Vietnamese it was worse...much worse. Sometimes families were split up, part of a family going to Australia, part to this country. Those goodbyes were terrible to witness...and should not