Peace Corps
Thai 27
Jan Dunn Oldroyd's recollections

My memories of Pepeekeo are fairly dim but one thing that sticks out in my mind are those early morning Thai classes. I have often told people how we had our first class in the morning before breakfast. Hard to believe. Having taught ESL for years, I realize how much energy our Thais teachers expended on us, especially at 6:30 in the morning. The “classroom” I remember the most was the one on the porch – with the rain blowing in and us drilling away. I often have wished that I could have learned Thai in later years after the audio-lingual heyday. I would have enjoyed doing more with reading and writing than we did in training. In the past year I have been trying to learn to read and write with the help of weekly lessons from a Thai PhD student at the University of Colorado where I work, but my 58 year old brain isn’t so swift when it comes to memorizing Thai letters. It was fun, however, when we visited Thailand last summer to give it a try. (Jan Dunn)


The first week or so incountry still stick in my mind. I remember how they packed those of us who were headed to teacher’s colleges off to Ayudthaya to spend the time until we left for our colleges. The women were so afraid we would make cultural faux pas that we were afraid to do anything! Didn’t make for a very fun week. When we did leave Bangkok for our sites, I was all alone. I had the name of my town (Nakorn Srithammarat) written in Thai and English on a piece of paper. I knew that I was to get off the train at Tung Song Junction and someone from the college would meet me. I had no name or directions if I was left stranded. That’s exactly what happened. After the overnight train trip, I got off at Tung Song in the morning and stood on the tracks waiting. And waiting. Finally a man I had met on the train asked me if I wanted a ride to Nakorn. Well sure, why not? He deposited me at the girls’ high school. Since there were no phones, someone from the high school took me to the college. “Oh”, the principal said when I was dropped off at his office, “We were expecting you tomorrow.” (Jan Dunn)

It was 2 or more months before I saw the first farang in my town. I was literally in the jungle far, far from civilization. A road went in while I was there, gravel, but a road nonetheless. When I visited last summer with my family, I discovered that the gravel road has blossomed into a four-lane highway with shopping centers and traffic lights. It’s hard to imagine what it would be like to teach there now with the air conditioned classro89oms, phones and computers on every desk, and the ubiquitous cell phones in everyone’s pocket. We got tired of inconsistent electricity, water that ran only at 2 AM and no way to contact anyone in town except to take a rot song taaw to town and walk up to their door and knock. But, looking back on it, that was the charm. I truly loved life in the south although trips to Bangkok were very appreciated.

I didn’t get too many visitors from Thai 27 at my college. It was pretty far off the beaten path. Dick Williams came once and Lloyd Miller came once and Maureen visited several times. Gay Turner was in Nakorn after the first year. Whenever I had a visitor is was cause for much excitement for students and teachers alike.

I got to know Thai 30 when I spent my first summer project as one of their trainers. That was when I first met the man who would become my husband, Clark Oldroyd. He has a great story about the night they arrived in Bangkok, a hot and muggy night it was, and Peace Corps piled them on a bus for a two-hour ride to Bang Saen. Dianne Goode was a member of this group and she and I had been college roommates. So, we chatted all the way to Bang Saen while everyone was desperately trying to sleep. That was his first introduction to the woman he would later marry.

I have very fond memories of my three years in Thailand. I now am an academic advisor for CU students in the International Affairs program. I get the opportunity to talk to many students about Peace Corps. I always tell them it was the defining experience of my life. It was there I fell in love with my husband-to-be, developed my love of teaching, and broadened my horizons in so many ways. I will always be grateful to the Thais who became my friends and taught me so much about a culture that is so different from my own. My world has been so much richer because of those three years.

I hope the reunion is just great for those of you who can make it. Please don’t hesitate to call if you are in the Denver/Boulder area. We have bedrooms and would love to see you all. Hopefully the next time a reunion is planned, I’ll be able to hop on the bandwagon