Rouhi Rafiee near the school bell.
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Tuesday, 25 August 2009
Bam, school years
Distinguished guests after a school event. My aunt who was a primary school principal is invited as well. From left standing is my aunt. Sitting is Nosrat khanum Razavi, our very trendy principal. The Razavis, Nosrat & Akhtar were two sisters who were married to two brothers. Both sisters were famous for their strong personality and character.
Parvin High school, Bam, 1957
I am coming down the stairs wearing a white apron. Every once in a while we had home economy classes where we would make cakes and sweets. Our school sometimes turned it into an event and invited distinguished parents and education authorities for an afternoon of speeches and food tasting.
Ladies in their best outfit and Sahba Ansari, the daughter of one of the famous Bami aristocrats is reading something.
High school years, Bam
The entire class with our PE teacher after a game of vollyball.
Below: a group photo with Soheila at the front, 1957.
High school years, Bam, 1957
Some time, somewhere which I don't remember, this picture was taken in 1957. Parvin High School didn't have trees or shrubs as it shows in this picture and I wonder where it was that Rouhi Rafiee(on the right), I, Jaleh Amanpour and the other girl whom I have forgotten her name) have gathered to pose for the photo. Rouhi was cousin to Dariush Rafiee, a famous Singer at the time. Bam had a number of aristocratic families. Rafiees were one of them, though they lived elsewhere, mainly in Tehran. Rouhi herself was in Bam temporarily. shortly after hight school finished I lost touch and never heard of her again.
High school photos, 1956
Parvin high. From left: Hakimeh, I and Zarintaj Foroumand.
From left: Hakimeh, Zahra Asadpour and I
High school phtos, Bam
Jaleh Amanpour & I, 1957. In memory of the wonderful academic years, we have written!
High school photos
A bunch of us high school girls in the school yard. From left standing: Jaleh Amanpour, Zahra Asadpour. Sitting: Kahimek, me and the two girls I have forgotten their names.
High school years
Turan Asadzadeh & I, 1956. Rooftop of Parvin High school. Me & Turan were very close for a while, then our attention shifted to other friendships and we soon fell apart.
Migration to Bam
I was sent to Bam in 1954 to continue my education. In Jiroft, there were no high schools for girls. So, it was either I stayed and was married off to a local landowner's boy soon, or leave my family to continue my studies. It was a bold and hard decision for my parents, especially my mother. I was the eldest child and very close to her but she knew that by keeping me in Jiroft she will ruin my chances of getting a proper education. On the other hand, it was generous of my aunt and her husband to have me there as it was a big responsibility. But I was happy to leave Jiroft and be with my grandma and study in a place which had more opportunities than Jiroft. I started school in an automn day. Initially I felt lonely but soon I found a friend who accompanied me to school ever day of the nine months of year for 6 years. Akhtar Bahri's who was some years my senior and their house was close to my aunt's house. Every morning, she knocked at the door and we walked in slow paces, passing by a boys' high school and evaluating the boys from the corner of our eyes and deciding which one we preferred! Akhtar was keen on the boys socks while I preferred their hair style! We had our admirers as well but we wouldn't dare to go beyond the occasional peeping. It was a scandal in those days to talk to the boys on the street. The only person who dared to do that and no one blamed her was a Tehrani girls, Soheila Shokuri who had come to Bam temporarily with his brother, who had got a posting in one of the government offices. Soheila joined us in our fourth year. Being familiar with the business of getting boyfriends, she soon involved all of us in her advanturous plots where we were mere onlookers. Me memory of the 6 years in Bam are full of happiness, teenage friendships, competitions and rivareries. I rarely missed home since my grandma was all I wanted and she was there for me. My whole universe was there. I moved to Tehran in the early 1960s to attend the university.
Monday, 24 August 2009
New year in Bam
A photo to remember. New Year 1959. From left: my brother, Mehdi who was very mischievous, aunt Iran, Zarin & Simin(back), mum, Fati, me and Soraya Irani. That new year remained in our memory as one of the happiest ever. We played and enjoyed our reunion and my memory of those gone two weeks is full of total happiness as I had my whole family with me.
New Year in Bam
New Year 1959, Bam, my aunts house. From left: my mother in a velvet dress, aunt Iran and Soraya Irani.
A photo to remember, 1957
This photo was taken in Showkat khanum's house. She was my aunt's sister-in-law. From left standing: Showkat, aunt, me in school uniform and grandma. Sitting: my three cousins. Showkat khanum lived in the extended household with her parents where my aunt joined after she got married and moved to Bam. She and my aunt did not have good relations at first. But after she was married off to a man much older that her they stayed in good terms. Although they didn't have any children, they lived a happy life. Showkat khanum who was a very modern, well-dressed woman turned religious after the revolution and gave away all her wealth to religious charities. She still lives in Tehran but suffers from dimentia.
New Year, 1959
New Year 1959 in Bam. Being very special to my grandma, she urged Mr Sadjadi to take this photo of me. We have just got up from around the Sofreh which we used to derocrate for the hour the year changed from old to new and grandma took the green from the sofreh and put it on the table for me to pose. Radio Andria can be seen in the background. The dress I am wearing was lemon with black flowers. Grandma used to give me her pearl necklace to hold in my hand during the year turning time for good omen. By this ritual, she believed I would be rich some day!
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