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A parent can relate. The book moves from a Brazilian beach to the high banks of Daytona, from the wasteland of Detroit to the glory of the Pacific Northwest, from the waves on Maui to a rundown trailer in an RV park the Sea of Cortez … toddlers always in tow, and then some.
An early review by The Gorge magazine calls it a "touching memoir," adding, "Moses weaves funny, fascinating and poignant stories of his various jobs including editor of AutoWeek magazine, American Windsurfer, and even creative director at a San Francisco dotcom into the narrative, because his kids were right there with him for the ride. She was the sole survivor of a Viet Cong mortar attack, one shell poorly aimed at the nearby officers' quarters, a six-month-old baby lifted out of the smoking rubble on the street and carried to the orphanage by a teenage Saigon policeman.
She doesn't make a sound, marveled the gray-haired director, Madame Kieu, accepting one more orphan with a sigh. She was lying on the edge of the dark pitted street, spindly legs outstretched, howling to the Asian moon, when the policeman found her, wrote Frank Chinnock, in Kim: a Gift from Vietnam , published in Near her were several dead Vietnamese men and women. Obviously, there had been an explosion here, and he marveled at how the tiny infant had come through unscathed.
But she was thin, wasted, so frail, with the swollen belly of the half-starved. The policeman was surprised that she had the energy to cry so lustily. When he reached down and picked her up, her tiny fist-blows at his head were like a moth's wings flapping against a light bulb. Frank Chinnock was an author and editor at Reader's Digest. He and his wife Jan had three sons, 12, 11 and 6.
They were both upset by the killing and suffering in Vietnam. He came home from work one day in and said to Jan, I'm going to Vietnam to adopt a child. Having written this book, I am more than ever aware of the treasures beneath my own roof, he said in the dedication, stealing my line by 43 years.
Working his Reader's Digest credentials for military travel and writing stories to pay other expenses for the trips, Chinnock looked at a lot of children in Vietnam orphanages before he found Kim. There were five times as many boys as girls, because the girls were used as money-makers, beginning at puberty. He found a beautiful five-year-old girl but she had congenital syphilis.
Another was unavailable for adoption because her parents had been executed. There are certain moments in life when one is aware that something special is about to happen, wrote Chinnock, predicting my moment on a Portland sidewalk with his daughter. It was on that bright morning when I turned and saw the little girl standing by herself next to the wall with chipped plaster.
I felt a chill, a slight tremor. Then it was gone—and there was only the girl standing alone, about two years old, unsmiling, with short black hair.
She stared at me, as unblinking as a statue, with the widest eyes I had ever seen. Her name, Ninh, meant pretty" in Vietnamese. She came up until her face was only inches from my leg. There, her hands by her sides, her head tilted way back, she peered up at my great height.
Unsmiling still, she did not speak, did not change her grave expression, did not reach out to touch, only studied my face with those incredibly wide eyes. And I knew. I could hardly restrain myself from reaching out and touching her head.
I was afraid if I did, like a butterfly she would flit away. Kim was the first Vietnamese war orphan to be adopted by Americans. With no precedent, the red tape took 20 months, and during that time she contracted tuberculosis and an ear infection that couldn't be treated, for lack of drugs.
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The Duc Anh Orphanage was the best orphanage in Saigon, run by the Bao Dai sect of Buddhists with French Catholic nuns who deeply loved their children, but conditions were overwhelming, with thousands of orphans in Vietnam at that time, and many more to come. The orphanage had been able to get rid of the worms but not the skin disease. When Kim got off the plane from Saigon to New York, her face was blotched with sores, most of her teeth were rotten and black, and one was abscessed. She had lice and she wasn't toilet trained.
The ear infection had perforated a drum. Imagine being a baby crying in pain with an earache and a toothache in a dark orphanage. The horror, the trauma. She seemed well made, but she was very thin, with a distended belly, the mark of malnutrition, observed Chinnock when she took a bath. At first Kim wouldn't speak, couldn't speak much, just baby talk seasoned with French. At dinner that first night she spat out the mustard with the word merde -- shit in French.
The first thing she had to say to her new world. She thinks better of it now. She has beautiful children. The Chinnock family lived in a year-old colonial house with hardwood floors and two acres of lawn, where Kim rolled in laughter playing with her big brothers. Slapstick and pratfalls got her going. She gave her brothers her lice. The pediatrician had missed it, having never seen lice in tony Westchester County. With a healthy diet, vitamins, antibiotics and love, Kim thrived.
Frank and Jan invited a psychiatrist friend over one night, and Jan said, She certainly doesn't act like a product of institution life, does she? So few children make that long leap up from such an environment, the phychiatrist replied, but it appears that Kim is the exception, and will have the strength and will to rise above it.
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I was flat on my back on a beach in Brazil looking at the stars, when I decided to ask Kim if she wanted to start a family. It was the middle of the night, and there was a party going strong in the house over my shoulder. Brazilian parties go on. It was Christmastime and I was there to write a profile of the charismatic Brazilian racedriver Emerson Fittipaldi, who had acre orange plantation in the north, and a beach house near Sao Paulo. I'd just driven six hours from the village of Sao Tome das Letras, the Sedona, Arizona of Brazil, where aliens from a dying planet had been abducting earthlings to breed with them.
I spent a night waiting for aliens on Ufo ooh-foe Mountain, but they didn't come, maybe because it was raining. The kilometer story was not dampened. Ufo Mountain exerts a magnetic force on the soul , said the subtitle. Freelance and single, I could have stayed in Brazil.
Five years earlier I'd spent six months traveling in the Amazon and living in Ipanema, and the country fit. I knew the New York Times correspondent for Brazil, who had my idea of a dream job; Brazilian stories are rich, passionate, astounding and infinite. I could have written about Brazil for years. Aging bachelors in Brazil do well. Americans were liked at the time.
I might have been in demand.
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Kim and I were married on July 3, , one year to the day after we met. She was pregnant with Tai, as planned. We were in Aspen where I was writing about the country's first car-racing country club, at the old Woody Creek Raceway, when Kim told me she was pregnant. I flew around the house whooping, upstairs and down, as if I'd been shot up the butt with nitrous oxide. My friend Slats was there, he could tell you. My first thought after the jubilation was that now for sure I'd take the job with AutoWeek in Detroit that I'd been offered the previous day.
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