Teacher and Women’s Days

Mongolia has a lot of national holidays-some specific to Mongolia and some held over from the days of communism. Two holidays celebrated in the spring are Teacher’s day, the first Sunday of February, and Women’s Day, March 8th. Both of them are cause for concerts, dances, award ceremonies, eating, and drinking. Women’s day also brings the added bonus of getting a day off of work.

Teacher’s day was celebrated at the culture center with a concert put on by the more talented teachers (i.e. not me) from the school and kindergarten. Among the performance numbers were a orchestra piece

poetry reading

a dance by the school accountant

and a wild west dance number by some of the teachers and 11th grade students. It was fabulous

The action on the stage was so riveting that there were several attempts by preschoolers to get involved. The Khan bank teller’s twins were the ring leaders.

All the wonderful performers

The evening was topped off by Darkhuu and I both receiving awards from the school. I now have two medals to wear to school graduation!

Women’s day was a multi day celebration including a concert, a volleyball tournament, and a dinner/party. The concert started with a brief awards ceremony where Darkhuu won the “Wonderful Mongolian Woman Award” and I won the “Generous Woman Award” from the Woman’s league of Hanhongor.

After the awards, the men from town put on a concert for the ladies including vocal and instrumental numbers. The one oddity was me leading the second graders in a rousing edition of “Brown Bear Brown Bear What Do You See?” in English. They were very cute and only forgot to turn around their puppets 50% of the time.

The next day the women’s league held a party for all the ladies in town at the culture center. Based on the group you were affiliated with (school teachers, school workers, government workers, herders; etc) you set up a table with food, candy, and enough alcohol to float a boat with. Our table even had an idee and a table cloth!

And how did everyone bring their goodies to the party? In their Trader Joe’s bags that we gave them for Tsagaan Sar of course!

The night was a mix of eating, dancing, games, and awards. The Women’s league gave a very nice award to a mother of 13 and much of her family came to see her honored. The family made a huge idee at their table

and her 12 surviving children gave a speech and sang a song to her.

She is the lovely little lady in the blue dell who could barely hold up her plaque, trophy, and medal!

The rest of the night consisted of lots of eating, drinking, and friendship. It is times like this that remind me of how lucky I am to work with such nice people.

Tsagaan Sar Through New Eyes

2012, the year of the Dragon, was our 6th Tsagaan Sar celebrated in Mongolia. It was also our most educational and enjoyable.

When we were volunteers we didn’t fully comprehend the point of Tsagaan Sar. It mostly seemed like a week of being forced to eat meat, drink vodka, and visit people’s homes we didn’t really know. We didn’t understand the religious connections or the seemingly excessive spending on food, drinks, and gifts. This lack of knowledge carried over to when we lived in Ulaanbaatar where we stayed at home as much as we could during the holiday. We just didn’t get it.

This year we had our very own cultural ambassador living next door, Darkhuu, as well as much better Mongolian language skills. We saw how she started sewing dells, cleaning literally everything she owned (like the underside of cabinet drawers) and making buuz (Mongolian meat dumplings) weeks before Tsagaan Sar started. We went shopping in the aimag capital a week before the holiday and bought white foods for our idee (see pictures below), purchased a few additional gifts to give people, and helped carry Darkhuu’s 5 kgs of potatoes-enough to make potato salad for a small army.

We learned a lot about the customs of Tsagaan Sar this year. The day, and especially the night before Tsagaan Sar, is a day for people to finish their preparations, to have dinner with their family, and to build their idees. Darkhuu helped us construct our idee with a bowl, 9 pieces of fried bread and a bunch of candy and dairy products about 5 P.M. on the 21st. (Between 4 and 7 were the best times to prepare food)

When it had gotten dark outside we placed three pieces of ice, some small pieces of dairy from our idee, and small sticks on our roof. This seemed to be something done specifically for the year of the dragon as determined by the Lamas, but I couldn’t figure out much else about it.  Here is Uka putting the bits on Darkhuu’s roof.

And here are the bits Brian put on our ger.

That night we shared dinner with Darkhuu, Uka, and Tsend Ayoush-it felt a lot like Christmas eve to me.

The next morning, dressed in our finest dells, Darkhuu, Brian, and I went over to the culture center for a community greeting ceremony. Whenever you see someone for the first time after the start of Tsagaan Sar you are expected to greet them. Whoever is younger puts their arms under the other person’s and then you lean in for a sniff on each check. People will ask if you are resting well, if you are collecting lots of gold, if you are having a nice new year; etc. Here is a blurry picture of me greeting one of Darkhuu’s sisters so you can get the general idea.

Anyway, back at the culture center the governor handed out awards including the “9 Famous Hanhongor Citizen” awards for 2012. I won this award in 2009 and it was fun to see one of my co-workers win it this year. After the awards ceremony there was a scramble and by the time Brian and I realized what was going on, everyone had lined up roughly in order of age with the youngest at the end of the line. Kind of like a snake turning itself inside out, the middle of the line moved toward the front of the room greeting people who were older than them. Once they had greeted all those older, they got on the outside of the line so that everyone younger than them could greet them. Brian and I, being youngsters were near the end of the line and it took us about 10 minutes to greet all of the approximately 70 people in attendance. After all the greetings everyone sat down for some chatting, snuff bottle exchanging, and camel milk. It was a really nice get together organized by the town government.

Once we got back home we went next door and formally greeted Tsend Ayoush and Uka. The rest of the day was spent handing out small gifts to kids who came to our ger. Sort of like Halloween kids spend the entire first day of Tsagaan Sar going from house to house collecting candy, money, little toys; etc. It was pretty funny when kids would come to our ger. On one hand the rumor had gotten out that we gave out really good gifts but on the other hand we had a dog in our ger! Here is a group of kids who braved their fear of dogs but were still not totally convinced that they weren’t going to get eaten.

The next two days, appropriately called New Year day 2 and New Year day 3, were spent visiting the houses of our friends and having them visit us. Since we don’t eat meat we served a mix of store bought and homemade cookies, fresh and dried fruit, candy and tea.

Here we are visiting Tsetsegbadam’s house, one of the teachers at my school, with Emma and Darkhuu.

and hosting Mandakh, a school worker, and Bold, the school director, at our house.

We spent a lot of time at Darkhuu’s and enjoyed ogling the fattest baby in the world and his older sister.

We also enjoyed the horse races and shagai contests that our community held. The races were held about 500 meters from town but since no one walks here if they can help it we were given rides out to see the finish of all three races.

The starting line

The celebratory vat of camel milk

Bundled up riders

A horsetail prepared for the race

The races starts by a car or cars leading the horses out 10-20 kilometers, the length of the race depending on the age of the horses and the time of the year.

Then everyone waits around until the lead car returns with the first horse running behind it.

The horses come in small groups and sometimes even a dog will enter the race.

The last race of the day was exceptionally exciting since the lead horse at the last minute decided to run past the finish flags on the outside instead of on the inside of the course. This apparently was unacceptable as we then saw the rarity of a Mongolian man running as he caught the horse and dragged it back through the finish line the right way just before the second place finisher came in.

After the race the horses are quickly cleaned off since in the -20C weather the sweat can be very dangerous.

The other community event in Hanhongor this year was a shagai, or sheep ankle bone, shooting competition in the school gymnasium. The teams seemed to be based on age. For example, one team consisted of grandpas, one of middle age dads, and one team of 10th and 11th grade students.  Three teams competed in each round with two teams waiting at any given time. The teams who were waiting would sit on either side of the target and make as much noise as possible to throw off the shooters. The third team sat in a row on the other side of the gym and either shot at the target by flicking the bones off a flat piece of wood, or using a sort of gun. Points were awarded based on accuracy and method of shooting.

Overall Tsagaan Sar 2012 was very restful, educational, and enjoyable, and Brian and I both are looking forward to next year with our new eyes.

Nothing Fun to Read

As anyone who has learned a foreign language knows, one way to improve one’s skills is to read, read, read. To that end, when ever we are in Ulaanbaatar I head to the book store and pick up children’s picture and chapter books in Mongolian. Some books I have bought include Harry and the purple crayon, The giving tree, Matilda, Sherlock Holmes mysteries, Pippi Longstocking, Nancy Drew and the mystery of the 99 steps, and the first two Harry Potter books.  About a month ago I took them to school and set them up in a little display by my desk in my classroom. Within 2 days they had all been borrowed by my students with others lining up to borrow. That was when I realized that these kids have nothing fun to read. Yes there are libraries at our school and in the culture center, but there are several problems. 1. The book selection is old, inappropriate, and boring. Imagine biochemistry textbooks in English from an international donor, moldy fairy tales in Russian, and pictures books for little kids,  2. The libraries are almost never open, and 3. kids are not encouraged to use the libraries.

What my students need, especially the older ones, are fun chapter books written in Mongolian. Not picture books, not books in English (not even my best student can read most of the books I have in the classroom), and not textbooks. Silly fun books that instill the love of reading in kids.

Emma the Peace Corps volunteer is currently writing a small grant application for funds to buy books for the kids.   $500 will get us about 100 chapter books from Ulaanbaatar and will go a long way to giving the students something fun and productive to do in their free time.

In terms of this issue, I think that international educational organizations should be looking a little closer to home when they design donation programs. Sure my students can fill 3 minutes before class looking at the pictures of “Volcanos: How do the work?” in English, but what they would really benefit from are copies of Eclipse in Mongolian to read after school in their dorm rooms. Perhaps not the most educational, but if they learn to find enjoyment in reading in Mongolian then they are much more likely to attempt to read in a foreign language.

Bathhouse

When I first moved to Hanhongor in 2002, one of the things that I was told my town had was a bath house. Since no one has running water in their homes, bath houses are very important for public health and cleanliness. My excitement over the bath house lasted for all of 5 minutes until I learned it was broken. Commence bucket bathing.

Fast forward to 2007 when this picture was taken

The bath house, the building with the pointed green roof on the left, was still broken and in even more disrepair. At this point I think everyone in town had given up on the prospect of ever showering in town again.

Finally fast forward to now. The rumors that the bath house was being repaired thanks to money from a mining company started to fly around last fall.  Once in a while there seemed to be some change over there, but I didn’t believe anything until one day in January when I was at school my director gathered up all the free teachers and took us over to the bath house for its grand reopening ceremony. A local television station filmed the ribbon cutting and then we all trooped in, joking that the first person in would get free showers for a year. While the bath house was no Japanese onsen, it was certainly a step up from a bucket bath (see Peace Corps Volunteer Emma’s blog for inside pictures). There are rooms for individuals and a larger room for a family, and while the water pressure is not great, the water is hot, you don’t need to lug your water from the well, and there is no mess when you are done. We have taken to showering on Sunday afternoons and I must say one of the best dollars we spend all week.