Many of you know the story already but I'd like to get it in the record. In 1975, Olly and I travelled by "banana boat" to Honduras and then over land to Guatemala. While in Antigua we took a bus to Aqua Caliente. We came upon "the weaving school." As i remember it there was a Canadian young man who had been there for a month. His job was to interact with the tour buses when they arrived and to sell the family's weavings. In exchange for that service he was taught to weave. He was to leave the next day and asked if I would like to take over his position. So I did. The teacher and I had no language in common and yet I learned to do back strap weaving. Tour buses would arrive - I would explain the process as I had been told by the Canadian. After the bus left I would sweep the dirt floor of the garbage and cigarette butts that were dropped and continue my lessons.
The young girl was only three but sat and learned patiently. I wonder if she is alive and there.
I think Olly took the pictures but I am not sure why I have the original slides.
The young girl was only three but sat and learned patiently. I wonder if she is alive and there.
I think Olly took the pictures but I am not sure why I have the original slides.
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