{"id":717,"date":"2015-06-01T17:59:41","date_gmt":"2015-06-01T17:59:41","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/eng.moemaka.net\/?p=717"},"modified":"2015-06-01T18:00:35","modified_gmt":"2015-06-01T18:00:35","slug":"long-live-100th-anniversary-by-junior-win","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/moemaka.net\/eng\/2015\/06\/long-live-100th-anniversary-by-junior-win\/","title":{"rendered":"Long Live 100th Anniversary! by Junior Win"},"content":{"rendered":"
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\u00a0On\u00a0 9th<\/sup> May of 2015, marked the hundredth anniversary of my grandparents held in our Pyay Yeik Thar house, Pyay Road in Rangoon, Burma.<\/div>\n
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(At the gate of Pyay Yeik Thar house, the sketch of my grandparents seemed welcome the guests.)<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n
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Mytwin brother, Maung Yit, cartoonist and writer had a plan to display photos of thecontemporary writers, poets, cartoonist, and artists of our grandparents\u2019 days in the garden. He collected photos of (approximately) 80 people (writers,journalists, poets, and artists, etc) as much as he could find.<\/p>\n

\u00a0Ten boards were borrowed from his friend who was a publisher of Doo Wun publication house. Before that day, he and his friends hung all the photos on each board.<\/div>\n
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(My brother with his friends prepared their work before the show.)<\/span><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

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Firstly he chose the photos of our grandparents, and the other three people who also reached their age to hundred in 2015; namely as Bogyoke Aung San (our national
\nhero), Bo Aung Kyaw (student leader), and Ludu Daw Ah Mar (writer). (Here, Daw Yee Kyaine \u2013 a writer \u2013 also reached 100 in 2015. But he could not find her photo in time.)<\/div>\n
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\u00a0(A board belongs to my grandparents (middle), Bogyoke Aung San and his wife (left), and Ludu U Hla and Ludu Daw Ah Mar (right), and Bo Aung Kyaw (left below).)<\/div>\n
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He chose carefully six or eight people as one group for each board. He said each group represented as writers group, or cartoonists group, or artists group, or Burmese scholars groups, or poets group, or politicians group, etc.<\/div>\n
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(Photos speak a thousand words.)<\/div>\n
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We invited our relatives, and friends especially those who were interested in our grandparents\u2019 centurion, and some medias who requested us to come and take records. We were happy to welcome all. We gave my book \u2018A Memory of My grandparents\u2019 to all the guests as present. (My book appeared on 1st <\/sup>May of 2015.)<\/div>\n
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\nwas quite happy in a moment if someone asked my autograph for my book.)<\/div>\n
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\u00a0All the visitors were surprised to meet the photos of old writers, poets, cartoonists, and artists shown on 10 boards in one place. They enjoyed walking and wondering around. I felt those old memories\/photos of men and women writers came alive and blooming in this wonderland.<\/div>\n
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(All the visitors enjoyed walking and wondering around. )<\/div>\n
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(Those old memories\/photos of men and women writers came alive and blooming in this wonderland. )<\/div>\n
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(My mother met her old friends – Ma Sandar (writer) and Dr.Khin Let Yar.)<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

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Among the guests; General Tin Oo arrived in time, and gave a speech to the audience. He related some old memories of wartime Burma. He still remembered how he met
\nmy grandma, Khin Myo Chit while he was serving as a soldier in the army.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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(General Tin Oo arrived in time. While I showed photos, he looked at the photo of my granduncle who was called communist, went underground after the Japs regime, and returned home in 1991.)<\/div>\n
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(General Tin Oo wrote a note which remembered the memory of my grandparents.)<\/div>\n
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(General Tin Oo gave a speech to the audience. ‘I was proud to attend this….’)<\/span><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n
U Moe Thu who was a writer, and director said that he was happy to attend this 100th<\/sup> anniversary of our grandparents. He felt so happy to be here, and meeting with old and young people.
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(U Moe Thu said he was so happy to meet old and young people here.)<\/div>\n
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My father also related to the audience that what his mother, Khin Myo Chit worked near Bogyoke Aung San with unforgettable memories as \u2018In the Japs regime, the word \u2018What a chance!\u2019 spoken by Bogyoke
\nAung San made her heart chilled. She was alarmed whenever Bogyoke Aung San said to her as \u201cHay! Ma Khin Mya (my grandma\u2019s name). What a chance! Take this letter and send to \u2018\u2026\u2019.\u201d Grandma obeyed what Bogyoke Aung San asked. She said to her family that such a three words \u2018What a chance!\u2019 frightened her so much. You see, in the wartime, if Japanese found this letter in her hand, she would be sent to jail, and tortured.<\/i>\u2019<\/span><\/div>\n
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(My father said, such a three words ‘What a chance!’ how thrilled his mother’s heart in wartime.)<\/p>\n

\u00a0My mother talked about this 100th<\/sup> anniversary held by the family with pleasure. She encouraged some young writers to read English books as my grandma said.<\/p>\n

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(My mother said we are so pleased to held the 100 anniversary in the place where our grandparents lived.)<\/span> <\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n
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My twin brother said that this 100th<\/sup> anniversary held not only for our grandparents, but also for other contemporary writers, journalists, politicians, etc whose photos were shown here, some who already reached 100,\u00a0 and some had not reached 100 yet. He wanted to show these old photos to the guests and let it imagine that they altogether fought for Independence.\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u00a0<\/span><\/span>Headded that Bogyoke Aung San was not a Superman. With those people and they altogether did what their duty goes, and gained the Independence.<\/div>\n

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(He said Bogyoke Aung San was not a Superman. He and his faithful friends and comrades altogether fought for Independence.)<\/div>\n
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When my turn came, I said I preferred writing in English because I felt free since I have been starting writing in English at my blog during 2011 and 2012. I thanked to all who came and attended my grandparents\u2019 100th<\/sup> Anniversary for their care and love. I felt my grandparents see us from heaven, and share our loving deed.<\/div>\n
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(I preferred writing in English because I felt free since I have been starting writing in English.)<\/div>\n
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(I – Junior Win, and my brother – Mg Yit standing behind.<\/span>At front – Daw San San – who was a first woman (candidate) winner of 1990 election, Takatho Shwe Yi Win – my mother, Dr. Khin Mg Win – my father, General Tin Oo, U Moe Thu.)<\/span><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n
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(Photos speak a thousand words.)<\/div>\n
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(The audience and the media.)<\/div>\n\n\n\n\n
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(Among the audience, a daughter of U Nu (Prime Minister) – Than Than Nu and her husband U Aung Nyein. at front. U Win Cho sat beside them,\u00a0 helping us as he brought the boards for the photos to this 100th anniversary.))<\/span><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n
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(My brother with the daughter of Bo Let Yar (one of thirty comrades in wartime) – Dr Khin Let Yar. She might be looking at the photo of her father.)<\/div>\n\n\n\n\n
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(All the visitors wondered around in the photoland.)<\/span><\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n
We welcomed to all whom we could see \u2013 (I mean our guests)<\/i>, and to whom we could not see \u2013 (I mean the people in the photos including my grandparents)<\/i> \u2013 hope they all come and meet here, and share our happiness in this place where their old memories are still warm and alive\u2013 in this Pyay Yeik Thar house.<\/div>\n
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(We stood in front of the grandparents’ photos – 3 middle photos.)(Left to right) Mg Yit and Junior Win (twins grandchildren of U Khin Mg Latt and Khin Myo Chit), Dr. Khin Mg Win (only son of U Khin Mg Latt and Khin Myo Chit, and Takatho Shwe Yi Win (our mother).)<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

\u00a0On\u00a0 9th May of 2015, marked the hundredth anniversary of my grandparents held in our Pyay Yeik Thar house, Pyay Road in Rangoon, Burma. (At the gate of Pyay Yeik Thar house, the sketch of my grandparents seemed welcome the…<\/p>\n

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