Dear all,
哇！我們北加州的七位同學在小戴推薦的一家越南餐廳(at Milpitas)共度了一個美好的星期六下午，從12點午餐坐到五點多才出來。有吃、有喝，還有拿。
徐麗玲很客氣地送一人一盒「生計」綠豆凸；戴文綺也中途失蹤去為每個人買一盒「奇華」雞蛋卷；我則一早爬起來現做我唯一的甜點絕活—「豆沙一口蘇」分給大家，還有自種的二十世紀水梨。之後馬佳蕙、趙泝萍中餐買單，我請吃三色越南冰。要離別時，翁莉莉、沈眉紈在停車場攤出一大堆家裏種的五顏六色的蔬菜、水果、雞蛋，還有自製的蘋果醬、桃子醬、梨子醬．．．．，讓我們挑（搶）自己喜歡的。路過的人以為我們在賣有機（organic）果蔬類，還走近來看。真有趣！哈！又多了一樣溫馨的回憶。
大家多年沒見，感情也沒有生疏，吱吱喳喳不停。隔著圓桌高聲交談，真是恨不得把自己的耳朵拉長來聆聽（老了聽力也減退了）。幸好吃完午餐轉移至角落的長桌去，才不至被別人打擾，也不打擾別人。我們坐到職員頻頻瞪我們時（因為已變成晚餐時間），才識趣離開。麗玲還不好意思打擾太久，又買了晚餐帶回家。
大家的脾性都沒有怎麼變，只有體型有變。三十五年沒見，莉莉還是愛笑，以前的短髮變成長髮披肩，如果站在她女兒旁邊，人家大概以為是姐妹。這大概可歸功於長期接觸大自然的關係。種菜之餘，她跟她先生還喜歡做木頭雕塑。
眉紈也擁有一個農場（真正有雞鴨鵝、牛羊那種哦），與先生一起退隱山林。她溫柔甜美的聲音依舊，還示範柔軟操給我們不愛運動的人看。她也帶了一堆人參茶、糖、藥膏分給我們。
小戴是貴婦人，很會穿衣打扮。多虧她帶來一大堆大學舊照片，更令人感動的是她還出借寶貴私人日記給我看，還copy南澳、澎湖田野調查的部分給我。
小馬風韻不減大學時代，很可愛但仍舊言詞直爽。
麗玲仍舊瘦瘦的，很淳樸，是我們考古系的「史家」。我已經在email往來中稱讚她驚人的記憶力不知有多少次了。
我很高興泝萍這次這麼賞臉願意來參加同學會。她以前有好幾年是我的對門鄰居，後來搬到隔壁城山上，大家又忙著小孩和生活就很少見面了。她苦心栽培的寶貝女兒是網球明星，自小就戰果輝煌，功課也棒，今年拿到史丹福大學的全額體育獎學金。
我在大學有個不好聽的外號叫「趙高」，因為個頭高，像竹竿。大學時跟同學合照不覺得怎樣，如今發福成兩個大，照相時真可以體會到自己的「大個」，不能站在兩邊，免得照出來更變型。
好了，閑話一堆，請欣賞照片吧！因為有不少照片，所以我會分批寄上。
趙瑪麗
2011, 09, 05
2011-09-03 N. Calif. Archaeology & Anthropology classmate reunion
Sep 3, 2011
by Mali
At Vung Tau Vietnamese Restaurant in Milpitas
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「南王村紀行」是由林秀霞同學(筆名林潔）所寫，1975-2-19刊登在中央日報上。內容介紹我們班大三時去臺東做田野實習調查，對一般人所誤解的考古人類學系到底在幹什麼有很感性的描述
2011, 09, 15
This is our former 班代葉春榮的文章. It is really a fantastic article about our 35 year ago college memory.
霧外青山：大學生活回憶
葉春榮 2011, 09, 17
http://www.4thgrader.net/vault/files/76NTUAnthro.doc
Sorry, no time to type Chinese.
This will be the last time I will revise our directory before I leave on Sunday, because I am really busy right now. (Severely lack of sleep everyday, like I went to bed this morning at 2:30 am and woke up by our dear Jian Rong's phone call at 7 am.)
I have tried my best to copy, crop, scan and categorize photos I got from several classmates for a whole week. Thanks to Wen-Chi's CD, it save me a lot of time but I have to be a detective to guess/discover/regroup photos by dates—I used Wen Chi's diary and her writings or number sequences on the back of photos, and 葉老大的文章. I have corrected some of Wen Chi's mistakes on "year" and sequence.
Remember I talked about my personality before, 不做則已，要做就做好（do my best）。 But because of my bad memory, I also have my shortcoming, so please forgive me if you find some mistakes on my photo CD.
I have read 淑英的文章。It is really wonderful that we take this 35th NTU reunion opportunity and communicate with our "long time no see" classmates back and forth through emails. The feelings is still there and when I look at our photos, everybody seems so pure and beautiful.
Thanks, everybody!
Mali
2011, 09, 23
Mali,
Take easy. You're doing an excellent job. Can't say enough "Thanks"! :0)
Have a wonderful trip!
Blessings,
JiaHui
2011, 09, 23
Dear Classmates:
It seems like 9 lives have passed when I think about 35 years ago, and the days of walking through the big entrance of National Taiwan University and turning left toward our building of Anthropology and Archeology (the “holy” building, as we called). Yet, if I allowed myself to indulge in memory surfing, I see clear waves of images coming to mind. I can remember everyone from Mali’s directory so vividly as if it were yesterday. The hair, the mini skirts, the voices, the talks, the smiles, the dance parties, the exams, the professors and their old notes…..
I appreciate those youthful and fun years immensely. Back then life was as simple as the breeze brushing on my face when I walked on the “Coconut Grand Avenue” everyday. Well, (with a smile) maybe only on the days when I did make to the classes. You know, some of us had a chronic absenteeism issue when it came to showing up to some seemingly boring classes…..
Like Yvonne, I also had a low score in history on the College Entrance Exam, and accidentally fell into the Department of Anthropology and Archeology. When my junior high school Chinese teacher heard that I didn’t make it to the study of English Literature, or Chinese Literature, and I was not going to be a professional writer, she was deeply disappointed. There went her big dream for me to be a newspaper editorial writer one day.
I remember in our department all the girls were so pretty, particularly the really striking ones (and we surely had several of those). I used to borrow Feng Feng’s or Angela’s notes when the big tests were about to arrive, hand copy them, then stay up late a couple of nights and eventually whip through the tests. After the tests, everything I studied went back into the air and out of my system. That was me - not really liking what I studied and not really knowing what I wanted to do with my life. I took pride in walking on the Coconut Grand Avenue and enjoyed the academic fragrance in the air, but I never breathed it into my lungs like the two who have since become professors in the anthropology or archeology field (Dr. Yeh and Tsui Yi-lan). I have a gigantic long-term social-emotional memory bank in my head, and all of you are fully alive there.
After we all graduated from Taiwan University, I worked about three years in the government, and then came to United States. I got a master degree in Computer Science at Texas A&M in two years and came to Little Rock, Arkansas to work as a Systems Programmer for the state. Following the traditional path of getting married, buying a house, working, and raising children, the next 10 years zipped through me, except that it did not zip smoothly at all. In 1987 I had a child with autism; life took a big turn from something the size of the small Arkansas River, to the big Niagara Falls, with me losing the little control I had over the brutal water force. I was so afraid, lost, and helpless.
In 1991, I took my son to UCLA for diagnosis and treatment, and met with Mali and Ai-Yun in L.A. That was about the last drop of contact I had with the world of able people, and a normal life. When I brought my son back to Arkansas with a firm diagnosis from UCLA, I knew that I had a mission in my hands and it was by no means an easy one. The next ten years were all about autism and my child. Life included around the clock behavioral intervention at home or school for him, going around the country for autism trainings, working on the local autism boards, doing support groups, training Arkansas parents and professionals on autism, fighting with school districts, suing the school districts, hiring and training care-givers at home, firing them, etc. In those years I often felt so close to Jesus Christ, identifying with his lonely mission and the sensation of being on the cross. It was painful yet somewhat honorable. It involved tragic blood and death yet it was full of intense love and life. By this time, my Computer Science degree and career were in the trash box along with the rest of the other stuff in life.
In 1996, I decided that instead of depending on the professionals in mental health or educational fields, who often were inadequate and with low grade compassion in autism, I would just have to become one myself. I went back to graduate school and got another master degree in Psychology (back then UCA did not offer a PH.D program. I was there 10 years too early. I hate it!!)
At UCA I loved my study in psychology. I never missed one class. I studied hard. Going to classes was the highlight of my day. No more absenteeism as in my younger years. In some psychology classes, I knew more than the professors because I had so much hands-on experience. Between 1996 and 2000, I was suing the Pulaski County School District for not providing appropriate services for my son’s education, operating the Central Arkansas Autism Society out of my study room, and at the same time commuting to school. I had a care-taker coming to the house in the afternoons to help with my son’s intervention so I could go to school part of the time. Life was so multi-faceted and overly crowded that I had to struggle to have enough sleep (like during my high school years), staying up till midnight to try to study and occasionally surrendering to the fatigue by nodding my sleepy head. Back then, it was so difficult for anyone to advocate for an autistic child in Arkansas, let alone as a Chinese woman without any local social roots. Nowadays, new parents have a much easier time in helping their autistic kids because in the past twenty years all the training of educators, and lawsuits against the school districts, have been done by the parents of autistic kids in the previous generation. We have truly fought a good war in Arkansas for these kids.
As a veteran of the autism war, nowadays I find myself in the profession of adult psychotherapy. God has gradually shaped me into being a psychotherapist in the last 11 years. He has inspired me to utilize all my childhood trauma and adulthood sufferings to be the ingredients for a recipe of hope and compassion that I now share with my patients in the psychiatric hospital where I work. I am very thankful for having walked through those burning paths and survived without getting bitter or numb. When I conduct therapy groups everyday in the acute psychiatric unit at BridgeWay, I can just easily speak from my heart without having to think hard because I have been in their shoes and I know the pain in their hearts and I know how to repair it. My knowledge comes from experiences as much as from books. It is in my soul, not just in my head. After all this, life has been poetically fair; I was so wounded in battlefields, but I am awarded with medals now. The medals are that my son is now independent and I am having a dream career that fits me like a glove.
My son is doing research, and is only one class away from completing his academic requirements for a doctorate degree in physics at the University of Maryland. Meanwhile, I am healing other people’s broken hearts and ill minds in Arkansas. God has fully answered my prayer that if my son should become independent, I would devote my life to be a servant to others.
My life now is like a spring of joy and contentment. I am so privileged to hear about people’s life stories everyday and I have the chance to make a difference in their future. I look forward to going to work every morning, and I enjoy my journey with those patients.
Life is a miracle, and thank all of you for being on my path when I was young and restless. Those memories are one of the constellations in my sky, and when I stop my steps and trace that constellation in the sky, I can easily find my way home. I love you all.
Happy Reunion!!!!
Margaret
September 23, 2011
Dear All,
陳奇祿老師曾說:我們系的畢業生,什麼事都會做....。每一位老同學的人生故事都那麼感人！謝謝Mali找到梁筱梅，我們才得以得到更多的啟發。
我們去南澳時,是坐遊覽車去的,當時我家在宜蘭,我還特別北上,和大家一起出發,遊覽車經過我家時,我告訴大家,後來,張淑英有一次出差到宜蘭的製衣廠,還寫一信,告訴正在宜蘭教國中的我,說她又經過我家了。教書四年,常常看到那家製衣廠的招牌,也會想起張淑英。她二度就業,重返老東家,再創事業高峰,太精彩了！
我們住台大宿舍時,受到翁麗雲最多的照顧。常去景美她家吃拜拜,她也曾送剛包好的粽子來給我們。老趙和小戴住在傅園邊,我和淑純住在新生大樓邊,她來回分送,要走不少路.....畢業後,我介紹宜蘭老友陳議標(台大土木系)給她。我是真的媒婆,可是我太年輕,所以翁陳大喜之日,由家母坐在媒人的位子。他們生小孩時,也遵古禮.提籃送麻油雞等禮來給家母。我父母後來搬到台大邊的溫州公園附近,有一天,家母在懷恩堂附近遇見翁麗雲和陳議標,看他們伉儷情深的樣子,老人家非常高興。
麗玲
2011, 09, 24
Dear all,
走在如畫的秋景中, 秋風送爽, 陽光明媚.
我的心, 充滿著大大的感動, 而這感動, 源自於老同學們誠摯的分享.
On line reunion 讓睡了三十多年的往事又活了過來.
那青春歲月啊, 可愛單純的笑臉, 穿過時光隧道, 突然來到眼前.
而別後各自的人生旅程分享, 填補了 35 年的空白.
筱梅娓娓道來, 一位堅強的母親, 可以發出如此巨大的能量! 真讓人動容.
如今, 走過人生的低谷, 還能以自己的傷痛, 感同身受, 去幫助別人.
我彷彿看到愛的光芒照耀在幽暗的斗室, 感受到溫暖與永不失去的盼望.
Dear 筱梅, 感謝天父的愛幫助我們, 給我們智慧能力勇氣.
人生最大的幸福之一, 是找到自己得以安身立命, 如魚得水的領域.
淑英的製衣事業以及太極導引, 皆是. 誠如麗玲所言, 太精采了!
人到中年, 興趣與快樂健身結合, 帶來身心靈的健康, 何況, 還可以
與當年同窗再度成為同學, 好令人羨慕.
不知道誰開始稱他 '葉老大'? 拜讀 '大學回顧' 大作, 真覺得他是我們永遠的老大.
為什麼老大的大學四年, 與我們如此不同??!! 在那個保守封閉的年代,
居然可以活得如此精采! 讓我們深感佩服. 透過老大細膩的筆鋒, 我們看到
一位意氣風發的英俊少年, 在美麗的杜鵑花城, 走過不虛此生的足跡.
除了感動, 就是感謝. 感謝瑪麗砌而不捨的努力; 感謝同學們熱情的分享;
感謝那些年, 我們一起走過......
秀霞
2011, 09, 24
為母則強,筱梅是最真實的寫照. 心疼她在遙遠的異鄉這麼堅強的奮鬥,也欣喜她今日的成就與快樂.
幾年前,麗玲有短暫時間在台北定居,我也難得從外地回台,卻很湊巧的在台北天母的士東市場碰到.那應該是睽違20幾年後的偶遇,記得當時真是驚喜.感覺大家還在青春年少的時光,怎麼一下就35年了?
淑英
2011, 09, 24
南王村紀行 林潔
兩年多以前，大專聯考放榜後，我到美美家玩，她的祖母問我考上那裡，我說臺大，她豎起大拇指，咧開嘴，點點頭，大大的讚美我。接著又問我什麼系，我大聲的說考古人類學系，她則一臉惘然，表示莫宰樣，美美的嫂嫂就在一旁比著掘土的姿勢，解釋著：「考古系啊，我知道啦，是挖骨頭的。」老祖母似懂非懂的喔了一聲，而惘然的，卻變成我了，真不知道屬於我的大學生涯是否要在骨頭堆中度過？
抱著既來之則安之的心情去念了考古人類學系，才知道以前的想法是多麼可笑的誤會，也逐漸發覺考古人類學的領域是這麼廣大、新奇而有趣：四門主要的科目是考古學、文化人類學、體質人類學及語言學。石頭與骨頭只是考古學與體質人類學的一部分，而非考古人類學系的全部，考古家藉此復原人類的歷史，而吏前時代的生活及美術吏的確立，考古家的鋤頭有著莫大的功勞。至於文化人類學，則是一門極其美妙的學問，它超越時空，探討原始社會及現代的都市、社區…..異文化的研究擴大了我們的視野，每當神遊於爪哇人日落時分那華麗、另其意境的皮影戲、峇里人風格獨特的舞蹈等民族色彩濃厚的主題時，總有一份美好的感動銘刻於心。
至異文化區居住一段時間，完全參與，拋開自己傳統的價值觀，以當地人的眼光、信仰去觀察，記錄每一件事情，再用客觀的態度予以分析，這種研究方法叫做田野工作，是人類學一個獨特的研究方法。大一時，曾聽一位研究生說：「考古人類學系是一個愈念愈覺得可愛的科系。」一直到這次南王村的實習歸來後，我才體會到這句話。
南王村位於臺東，居住的是卑南族。在唐美君教授的指導下，閱讀有關文獻資料，有了大致的概念以後，我們乘火車南下至高雄，轉金馬號到臺東，在換興東客運，才到達目的地。下得車來，迎接我們的是亮麗的陽光、鄉居特有的寧靜，以及成排的檳榔樹，面對著都市裡難得見到的景象，心矌神怡，旅途的勞累頓時全消。
同學們分成三組，分住於三家山地人的家中，以求得更真實而深入的感受。安頓好後，隨即開始認識環境，我們先到每個住戶打聲招呼，讓他們有被訪問的心理準備，也藉此讓彼此認識。村人多半長得很好看、分明的輪廓、黝黑的皮膚、壯碩的身體、大而有神的眼睛、和善的微笑，一望即知他們真正是屬於大自然的兒女。村裡植滿檳榔樹、甘蔗、龍眼、枇杷、石榴、橘子、蓮霧、楊桃、木瓜、香蕉等菓樹，更有鮮綠的菜畦及美麗的太陽花、聖誕紅等，隱現於綠海中的屋子樣式相同，街頭畫分整齊，如果沒有翻譯人帶路，我們真的會迷路呢。
第二天開始實習工作，老師規定家庭訪問、畫平面圖、作系譜、物質文化的觀察是基本課業，另外各組可選定婚姻、會所、巫術等主題作較為深入的研究。我們這組採分工制，麗玲和阿雪作詢問的工作，依職業、宗教信仰、親屬關係、家庭計劃等先擬好問題格，趙高畫平面圖，我負責觀察、記錄物質文化，分配既定，就跟著淑美（我們這組的翻譯人）挨家訪問。村裡年輕的一輩會講國語，可以和我們直接交談，老年人只會講山地話或日語，少數在學校修過日語的同學正好利用此機會大顯身手，否則只好完全倚賴翻譯人了。他們知道我們的來意以後，都很合作，唯一的小困難是，村人都很幽默，愛開玩笑，有時候讓人分不清真假。例如有一次訪問一男子，問他結過婚了嗎？他笑著說太太在娘家，再問他有幾個小孩，他說太太還在娘家，回答時笑意更濃了，我們才搞清楚他是單身漢，連忙更改記錄。另外在一次較長的訪問裡，對方說他要去方便一下，臨走時拿了一些手紙說：「去華盛頓俱樂部（W‧C）要帶美鈔（即衛生紙）。」我們先是一楞，明白其意之後，不禁相視大笑。諸如此類的笑話層出不窮，為枯燥的訪問工作增添無限的樂趣。
在臺北常可看到高高的圍牆，上面有玻璃碎片，門旁還有一兩隻面目猙獰的看家狗。南王村裡則是不帶鎖的竹籬芭，有時門戶洞開，裡面竟然空無一人。他們也養狗，可是狗兒和主人一樣和善，見了生人，頂多搖搖尾巴叫兩聲，不會咬人或眼露凶光。
訪問中發覺大多數都有電視、沙發、經過翻修的水泥房及代步用的腳踏車或摩托車，有些還有二聲道的音響設備、錄音機、電冰箱等，生活水準頗高。這兒的男子沒有長髮披肩、遊手好閒之輩；婦女不知方城之戰，閒暇時人手一線編織衣物，在他們的生活世界裡，沒有紅綠燈，沒有車水馬龍，也沒有匆忙和緊張。雖然職業、宗教、傳統習俗等各方面的轉變是不可避免的趨勢，但不變的，是他們淳樸渾厚的個性。
女巫在村裡具有舉足輕重的地位，並擁有屬於自己的節日。並不是一般人都可以當女巫的，而是經過神意的指示及一番重病，拜師學習，建立自己的女巫靈屋（女巫所居住的一間特別的屋子）以後，方被村人承認。大凡喪葬、醫病等都要請他們去做一些儀式，儀式中許多複雜繁瑣的過程都具有特殊象徵的意義。村人曾用嚴肅的神情，認真的態度對我們說了一些神跡，我們並不一定相信，但我們絕對相信這些信仰在他們身上產生的力量。天主教及基督教傳入以後，一些改變信仰的人們就不再相信女巫了。有一個案是姊姊當女巫，弟弟信天主教，我們問她對弟弟相信異教有何看法，她說：「信什麼教都沒有關係，隨便他。」可見他們在傳統之外，仍有極度宗教信仰的自由。
打噴嚏是他們極重視的禁忌，代表極不好的意義，在任何儀式中絕不容許有人「哈啾」，外出前如不小心，打了一個噴嚏，就得稍過一會兒才出門，以避晦氣。我們入境隨俗，老師教我們萬一想打時，要趕快捏鼻子以避免出聲。因此訪問或旁觀儀式時，若有同學皺著眉頭，猛捏鼻子，我們就不會誤以為他在裝鬼臉了。
研究婚姻的同學，除了詢問一些禮儀過程以外，為求更深入的了解，總要問些如何認識，緍前如何交往等情形，他們都很不好意思，嘴角泛著羞澀的微笑，欲語還休，那神情像個害羞的小女孩一樣可愛。
有一次訪問完七鄰的最後一家出來，猛一抬頭，但見一大片田地在陽光的照耀下泛著金光，展現誘人的色彩，四周圍繞著青峯翠疊，山異樣的清朗，天空異樣的蔚藍，偶有幾朵白雲投影於這一個寧謐迷人的天地中。孜孜工作了好多天，竟不知村子背後有這麼令人酣然目醉的景緻！
除了救國團的活動以外，我不曾離家寄居於異地，養成我安土重遷、眷戀舊生活的習性。每當我睡在豬舍旁的寢室、蹲在水龍頭旁洗衣服，或是半夜眾人皆睡我獨醒的時刻，我就想家想的難過。不過溫室裡的花朵總得自求風雨，有朝一日才能面對現實世界裡的各種考驗，因此我還是很感謝系裡給我一個磨練的機會。
我們同組的四個同學相處得很好，食、住、工作均在一起，同出同進，休息時有不少溝通的機會。以前在學校時，大家行色匆匆，各有各的追尋，匆忙的腳步一但閒散了下來，友誼便奇妙的滋長著。離開的前一個晚上，工作已告一個段落，我們來到路旁的小店喝可樂，為友情與未來舉杯互相祝福，後來又到老年會所前的船型鞦韆架上聊天，微微搖盪的鞦韆上溢滿友誼的濃汁。同樣是燦然的星夜，卸下了工作，增添了離情，給人的感受就不同了。我變得貪婪而矛盾，一方面珍惜南王村最後的一夜，奢望它成為一個不盡的永恆，另一方面却又歸心似箭，時時牽繫於溫馨的家。
同學們除了穿上美麗的山地服拍照留念以外，有的帶木湯匙，有的買手編的籃子。阿芸還請藍先生（一位年輕、英俊的翻譯人）送她一些檳榔當紀念品，但村裡的人說過，男孩送女孩檳榔，女方如果收下，就等於是小訂婚。大夥兒聯想到這個習俗，就哄堂大笑，笑聲中只見阿芸那可愛的臉兒賽紅霞。
告別前，村人表演糯米糕的作法給我們看，並請我們分享。他們還說：「這兒就像是你們的第二個家，歡迎你們隨時來玩。」濃厚的人情味令人感動不已。
在南王村實習時，雖是寒假期間，天氣却炎熱異常，有如夏季，我們帶去的全套禦寒裝備，包括大衣、手套、毛衣、圍巾、帽子、毛襪等都派不上用場。回家時，天氣却是一反往日，變得陰沉沉的，同學們笑著說：「我們將要帶走南王村的太陽了。」
一位成功的人類學家在田野工作中要有勇氣超脫對舊生活的眷戀與依賴；要是個文學家，以生動而忠實的文筆，描繪你所看到、聽到的一切；要是個寫實派的畫家，畫出被研究區的地理位置、村落分佈及平面圖等；要是個攝影家，照出精彩、具有學術價值的鏡頭；要是個外交家，走進異鄉的人羣中建立良好的人際關係；也要是個語言學家，盡量學習各種不同的語言，以便從直接的溝通中搜集最真實的資料…...我們雖然還不能一一做到，但至少這是一些有待努力的理想，在奔赴的過程中，生活便豐盈了起來。
人類學重視對異文化的了解與尊重，對於許多問題大自對種族偏見、不同民族的接觸，別小個別差異下、人與人的相處均有化戾氣為祥和的功用。有人說嫁給考古人類學系的男生最好，因為你愈老，他對你愈有興趣。這只是一句玩笑話，我願以同樣是戲言的態度說，與考古人類學系的同學作朋友最好，因為他們都在學習怎樣去欣賞、了解、尊重與他們不同的人和文化。