Tuesday, 24 January 2012

Village People

I mentioned in my last post that Mr A had travelled up to Istanbul on Sunday to find work.  He planned to stay with a friend,  albeit that the room provided was cold and damp and no bigger than a cupboard..but he wasn't complaining.  He's stayed in far worse over the years.

Before he left he popped into the village shop to get me some cartons of milk.  They only had one but the shopkeeper knew Mr A was heading off to Istanbul, so he offered to get some more for me on Monday, to save me having to go into Milas.  I went down to the shop on Monday afternoon and sure enough my milk was waiting for me.  The man kindly offered to get me anything heavy that I needed from Milas while Mr A was away, to save me the trouble.

It got me thinking about the people in this village.  They do tend to be a bit nosy.  They always ask where you're going or where you've been if they happen to meet you on the lanes.  But they really are very helpful and genuinely care about my welfare.  They will share fruit from their gardens, meals they have cooked.  The woman next door often gives me one or two eggs that her hens have laid.  I reciprocate of course by sharing my homemade cakes, shortbread and lemon curd, and bring them sweets and biscuits back from England on my trips.

When I went over to Aydin to visit Gwen last week, I needed to get from the village to the main road to pick up the bus, but instead of having to catch the village dolmuş, one of  Mr A's friends from the teahouse gave me a lift in his car to the end of the village and waited to flag down the bus.  He and Mr A also collected me from the same place when I returned home.

Mehmet, who lives at the top of the hill behind our house always looks out for my post in the village when it arrives every week from Milas, and brings it up to the house for me.  He also proved to be very helpful when Mr A was rebuilding the garden wall, often spending hours helping him to shift heavy rocks and sand.

I won't forget how kind my neighbour Şevke was when I was in England for the birth of my second grandson. Mr A was looking after the dogs, but he was also working and didn't have time to cook food for them, so Şevke kindly boiled up several lots of chicken livers and pasta for them.  She's afraid of dogs so if her granddaughter was around she would come into the garden to feed them.  If not, our friend Mehmet would do it, and he also took responsibility for making sure they had fresh water.  He loves our dogs and always stops to talk to them through the gate when he's passing.

Mr A spent all of yesterday walking the streets of Istanbul looking for work.  Nothing.  While he was there he received a call about the possibility of another job in Kusadasi to start around 15th February.  It's another case of just " wait and see".  Mr A flew back home late last night and went out at 9.00am this morning, with a friend, to see about some building work going on in and around Bodrum.   He arrived home at 7.30pm...totally drenched...because the rain today has been relentless.  He will know within the next week if there's work for him on a building site between here and Bodrum.

In the meantime, here are a few pics of some of our lovely village people:


Our friend Mehmet
Bread in the shape of the star and crescent from the Turkish flag, made by one of the women from the village

One of Mr A's elderly friends in the teahouse


  1. It's sheer disinterested looking for something in return, purely natural.

    I'm finding it in Costa Rica too...specialists sorting out hospital appointments to avoid travelling on three consecutive days... young men bringing my boxes from the bus...people calling to see if I need anything while Mr. Fly is away..

    Doesn't it improve life!

    I'm sorry about Mr. A's trials....the economic situation doesn't help, either...

  2. Fly this sort of genuine kindness really does improve life. I may not always be able to communicate as well as I'd like to with my neighbours but I never feel afraid when I'm alone because I know they look out for me. I'm glad you're finding the same in Costa Rica.

    The economic situation is dire here..well it is mostly everywhere I know. But we are so much better off than many others who are really struggling to provide for their families.

  3. It sounds a lovely place with such kind people xx

  4. How lovely to read about good old-fashioned neighbourliness, Ayak. There are kind and generous people everywhere, but it's so touching when people who don't have much are still so willing to share and help out.

    Fingers crossed that the building job materialises for Mr A. It's so very hard for all who are trying to find work.

  5. Bomb.. It is and often I take it too much for granted.

    Perpetua. Don't you often find that its those people who have the least that are the most generous?

    It certainly is really difficult to find jobs almost everywhere these days x

  6. I think thats what it used to be like over here when I was a youngster and everyone helped each other out.

    I'm really keeping fingers crossed for Mr A because he tries so hard and it seems that he gets let down all the time from the people who take him on. I really hope something happens soon in the work force.
    Maggie X

    Nuts in May

  7. This is the wonderful thing about small villages everywhere in the world! Where I grew up in Virginia was like could mail something to someone with only their name on the envelop and it would get to them...because everyone knew everyone and everyone was kin to everyone! If your hay had been cut and it was threatening rain...2 or 3 would turn up to help get the hay up before it rained. Everybody was nosy...but that way they always knew what was going on and could help when needed! Enjoyed your photos!

    Hope work turns up for Mr. A frustrating!

  8. Maggie and Theanne: I agree with you both. It's a lot like it was in England when I was a child. I hope it never changes.
    Thankyou both for your good wishes re Mr A. He's not the only one..there are lots in this situation at the moment.

  9. In England I think it I only like that still in small communities. mr A is trying so hard,something must turn up soon.

  10. Kelloggsville I think you're right that it still happens in small communities in England. Although I'm more aware of it in this village, to be honest even when we've lived in large towns here there is still a strong community spirit within each neighbourhood. It's very comforting.

  11. Do hope work picks up soon, SP

  12. Sorry about Mr. Ayak's trials .... seems like forever. But I'm sure things will pick up.

    Cute bunch of neighbours, that's good they are helpful when Mr. A. is away. The people here are different, especially when I lived in New York, they just step over you on the sidewalk. Here where I live I don't even know any of my neighbours, except next door. Everybody is tooooo busy I guess.

    Take care...hope to hear good news for Mr. A.

  13. Thankyou SP x

    Erica my experiences were much like yours in the last place I lived in England before moving here. It was quite a culture shock to start living amongst such warm people x

  14. When I saw the post I wondered if we were to be entertained with a video of YMCA! It's wonderful that the people around you share what little they have. You are never alone and that's something to be treasured. Tell that to the bankers that are robbing us all blind!

    Fingers crossed for Mr A

  15. Hi Jack...thanks. I can't get the song out of my head!


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