My mother has written a most wonderful memoir which we have just released on Amazon on the Kindle Format.
She was born in Burma, in Rangoon in the early twenties and lived there until the Japanese invasion in 1942. Her family first went out to India in the 1840s and the book covers those first years, using what she was able to find out from relatives from when she was a child, and then goes into huge detail about what it was like living in Burma as the child of a very ordinary family.
This is not the story of colonial arrogance or of British rule – she went to school with people of every background, Burmese, Japanese, German, English, Irish, Chinese, and their lives were thoroughly mixed up with those people around them. She tells of how they moved from house to house as their fortunes changed, of my Grandfather’s involvement with the local community, including his involvement with saving the life of Sir Paw Tun, the Burmese Prime Minister, and how he ran aid and arms for the Americans to the Chinese rebels.
She also tells of her schools, of the food they ate, of the people they met and knew. She tells of tigers and monkeys and parrots, of dust roads, old cars and door to door trades people.
It is a very personal tale so far removed from the histories that draws the reader in to a way of life long gone from this world. And my mother is a stunningly good writer – it is a highly enjoyable read!