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Our friend and lay missioner Bill Burns died here in Cambodia and his funeral was held 24 March 2022. Because of new environmental regulations, most cremations are prohibited within the city boundaries and even the ones on the edge of the city can only be held at night when the ashes in the air are supposed to be less of a problem. Bill’s funeral was held at the Church of the Child Jesus in the morning but the cremation was delayed until 6:30 PM in the evening at a Buddhist wat.
January through May is the dry season but it seems the rains are starting a bit earlier these years. Earlier we had photos of those who were carrying their rain ponchos and had stopped to put them on. Today the photos show those who don’t carry a poncho and just pull into a sheltered place to wait out what is usually a ten-to-twenty minute shower.
The Khmer New Year is coming up, April 14-16, but because our students will go home before the holiday for a long break, the Deaf Community Center will have a new year celebration on April 1. Here some of the DCC staff prepare a backdrop for one of the activities. (Hmmm…everyone is supposed to be wearing masks!)
In the United States your mother or father would jump all over you for leaving your shoes in the middle of the walkway and doorway; in a public place you’d be threatened with a lawsuit. Here it’s just normal–if you can’t wear your shoes in church–to just step out of them in the doorway–and leave them for everyone else to worry about and step over.
Bill Burns was a lay missionary who spent the last twenty years of his life in Cambodia working with the Maryknoll community. He died 15 March. Click here to see photos from his funeral mass.
I never understood the appeal of eating sunflower seeds. Too much work for a nebulous (imaginary?) reward. I have the same feeling about eating these little mussels dredged up from the bottom of riverine waterways near Phnom Penh. Discounting the risks of eating anything found in those polluted waters, I don’t understand the payoff of eating tiny bits of clams. But there’s obviously an attraction for them. Notice this woman’s mussel cart has three different varieties of tiny clams for sale.