May 17, 2020
May 17, 2020
The year was 1970, The time was Fall, the place Minneapolis St. Paul International Airport. Dr. Sigurd and Mrs. Margit Fredrickson greeted a very excited skinny brown boy as he emerged from the exit door of the Giant metallic bird, a Boeing 747 that flew across the great blue Ocean from the other side of the world.
Back in 1969, Terry Fredrickson a twenty-two-year-old American Peace Corps Volunteer met the boy when he was teaching English as a second language at the Nakhon Si Thammarat Teacher’s Training School in southern Thailand. The boy, a son of a small rice farmer from the Jungle, who was studying to become a teacher, heard about the world of tomorrow where people would fly to the Moon and walk on it. He decided to build a telescope to see with own eyes if that was true. America? What kind of people live there? Where is this place? What even do they eat that makes it possible to make this machine that can fly around the world and out into the heavens?
Terry wrote home about the funny and curious student. He and his parents decided to surprise the boy by sending him to Northfield Minnesota to see and experience the real America for himself for one year. Terry took the boy to Bangkok where he put him on The North West Orient Airline’s Trans Pacific Flight alone, with a sign hanging from his neck saying he does not speak English, Final destination Minneapolis-St. Paul International Airport.
The Fredricksons drove the boy home on a colorful Fall day of Minnesota. It really is a different world here, the boy thought. The leaves of the trees are not green but yellow, gold and red. The sky so blue. Arriving at his destination, a two story American-style house on 218 Manitou Street, he met the relatives, close friends and neighbors, the Fredrickson's other son Karl and daughters Barbara and Annette. The people were also quite different here in this part of the world, blue eyes, white skin with hair of gold and red as beautiful as the trees and the sky. This was truly a strange and different land.
You might think it would be exceedingly difficult for the boy to experience everything in a year if he does not know the language well enough but Mrs. Fredrickson, Margit that is, had a plan for that. She put the boy on the bus that took him to Northfield High School. Every morning she would wake him up and feed him a hearty breakfast and put him on the yellow bus complete with a bag lunch. At night she would sit with him on the sofa where Dr. Fredrickson would build a fire in the fireplace if he thought it might be too cold for the boy. Margit would read with him, explaining word by word, line by line from the books assigned by the high school teachers, from the likes of Mark Twain’s Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn to Willa Cather’s My Antonia.
When holidays and semester vacations came around, the boy was treated to the wonderful ice cream cone from Dairy Queen, a McDonald’s Big Mac delicious all beef patties with special sauce on a sesame seeds bun. They took him on a family picnics at the riverside park and then on an exciting road trip to see America, driving from Minnesota to Chicago, Illinois, to Maryland's Annapolis and the US capital in Washington DC to see the Smithsonian, He really got to see parts of the original space craft and space suits that Armstrong and Aldrin used for the 1969 Apollo 11 Moon walk. The boy even got on top of world tallest building in big city of New York. Margit made sure that a boy from the Jungle would get all his answers before putting him on the Time Machine and sending him back to the past.
Margit Fredrickon did all that for this boy in just 12 months. No, she did more than that, the boy even got to celebrate his Birthday for the first time. She encouraged and supported his interest in Art, sent him to special printing class, setting him up for painting portraits in Northfield county fair. It was an example of her genuine care and love in the manner of mother to son. The boy felt so special and so loved. He overcame his timidity and shyness from his primitive life and became confident and comfortable. In a short time, his life was transformed. He was living in a modern environment like all American kids -- the American dream. He was armed with self-assurance and ready for any world past, present or future
One year passed quickly. Fall turned into Winter, then Spring, then Summer. Margit's hard work was successful. The boy, having learned how to read and write, graduated from High school. This was more than the boy could imagine and he was incredibly happy. Fall once again came around, the boy’s one-year journey to America came to an End. He was ready to fly back to his world of yesteryear in Southern Thailand, to tell his friends and neighbors of what he had experienced the future world and would perhaps become a teacher.
But that did not happen, Margit Fredrickson did not stop there. She motivated other people including professors and president of nearby Colleges and also the Rotary club of Northfield. She would do this as any mother would do to have her son get into higher education. Eventually the boy went on to study animation film making at the Famous St. Olaf College in Northfield Minnesota. Upon graduation in 1975, he made a short-animated film which won a first prize award on WCCO/CBS TV Moore on Sunday Film Festival. He later went to work for Charles Schultz’s Charlie Brown and Snoopy Animated Film and TV specials, Jim Davis’s Garfield, Disney TV Goof Troops, and later became an Overseas Director for the World-Famous Animated Television Series The Simpsons.
That boy was me, Utit Choomuang, I owed my lifelong experiences to her. She is the only one out of 7.5 billion plus people on this Earth that can do this. She is Margit Fredrickson. I called her “Mom Fredrickson”, my American Mother. I was so truly fortunate and so thankful to know her and be part of her family, The Fredricksons.
Thank you for everything “Mom Fredrickson” You will always be in my heart and I will miss you dearly.
The boy from the Jungle,
Utit Choomuang
Back in 1969, Terry Fredrickson a twenty-two-year-old American Peace Corps Volunteer met the boy when he was teaching English as a second language at the Nakhon Si Thammarat Teacher’s Training School in southern Thailand. The boy, a son of a small rice farmer from the Jungle, who was studying to become a teacher, heard about the world of tomorrow where people would fly to the Moon and walk on it. He decided to build a telescope to see with own eyes if that was true. America? What kind of people live there? Where is this place? What even do they eat that makes it possible to make this machine that can fly around the world and out into the heavens?
Terry wrote home about the funny and curious student. He and his parents decided to surprise the boy by sending him to Northfield Minnesota to see and experience the real America for himself for one year. Terry took the boy to Bangkok where he put him on The North West Orient Airline’s Trans Pacific Flight alone, with a sign hanging from his neck saying he does not speak English, Final destination Minneapolis-St. Paul International Airport.
The Fredricksons drove the boy home on a colorful Fall day of Minnesota. It really is a different world here, the boy thought. The leaves of the trees are not green but yellow, gold and red. The sky so blue. Arriving at his destination, a two story American-style house on 218 Manitou Street, he met the relatives, close friends and neighbors, the Fredrickson's other son Karl and daughters Barbara and Annette. The people were also quite different here in this part of the world, blue eyes, white skin with hair of gold and red as beautiful as the trees and the sky. This was truly a strange and different land.
You might think it would be exceedingly difficult for the boy to experience everything in a year if he does not know the language well enough but Mrs. Fredrickson, Margit that is, had a plan for that. She put the boy on the bus that took him to Northfield High School. Every morning she would wake him up and feed him a hearty breakfast and put him on the yellow bus complete with a bag lunch. At night she would sit with him on the sofa where Dr. Fredrickson would build a fire in the fireplace if he thought it might be too cold for the boy. Margit would read with him, explaining word by word, line by line from the books assigned by the high school teachers, from the likes of Mark Twain’s Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn to Willa Cather’s My Antonia.
When holidays and semester vacations came around, the boy was treated to the wonderful ice cream cone from Dairy Queen, a McDonald’s Big Mac delicious all beef patties with special sauce on a sesame seeds bun. They took him on a family picnics at the riverside park and then on an exciting road trip to see America, driving from Minnesota to Chicago, Illinois, to Maryland's Annapolis and the US capital in Washington DC to see the Smithsonian, He really got to see parts of the original space craft and space suits that Armstrong and Aldrin used for the 1969 Apollo 11 Moon walk. The boy even got on top of world tallest building in big city of New York. Margit made sure that a boy from the Jungle would get all his answers before putting him on the Time Machine and sending him back to the past.
Margit Fredrickon did all that for this boy in just 12 months. No, she did more than that, the boy even got to celebrate his Birthday for the first time. She encouraged and supported his interest in Art, sent him to special printing class, setting him up for painting portraits in Northfield county fair. It was an example of her genuine care and love in the manner of mother to son. The boy felt so special and so loved. He overcame his timidity and shyness from his primitive life and became confident and comfortable. In a short time, his life was transformed. He was living in a modern environment like all American kids -- the American dream. He was armed with self-assurance and ready for any world past, present or future
One year passed quickly. Fall turned into Winter, then Spring, then Summer. Margit's hard work was successful. The boy, having learned how to read and write, graduated from High school. This was more than the boy could imagine and he was incredibly happy. Fall once again came around, the boy’s one-year journey to America came to an End. He was ready to fly back to his world of yesteryear in Southern Thailand, to tell his friends and neighbors of what he had experienced the future world and would perhaps become a teacher.
But that did not happen, Margit Fredrickson did not stop there. She motivated other people including professors and president of nearby Colleges and also the Rotary club of Northfield. She would do this as any mother would do to have her son get into higher education. Eventually the boy went on to study animation film making at the Famous St. Olaf College in Northfield Minnesota. Upon graduation in 1975, he made a short-animated film which won a first prize award on WCCO/CBS TV Moore on Sunday Film Festival. He later went to work for Charles Schultz’s Charlie Brown and Snoopy Animated Film and TV specials, Jim Davis’s Garfield, Disney TV Goof Troops, and later became an Overseas Director for the World-Famous Animated Television Series The Simpsons.
That boy was me, Utit Choomuang, I owed my lifelong experiences to her. She is the only one out of 7.5 billion plus people on this Earth that can do this. She is Margit Fredrickson. I called her “Mom Fredrickson”, my American Mother. I was so truly fortunate and so thankful to know her and be part of her family, The Fredricksons.
Thank you for everything “Mom Fredrickson” You will always be in my heart and I will miss you dearly.
The boy from the Jungle,
Utit Choomuang