{"id":762,"date":"2016-05-09T00:28:32","date_gmt":"2016-05-08T21:28:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/yemeniamerican.com\/en\/?p=762"},"modified":"2017-11-14T21:48:44","modified_gmt":"2017-11-14T18:48:44","slug":"yemen-through-the-eyes-of-an-american-boy-40-years-later-our-new-home","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/yemeniamerican.com\/en\/yemen-through-the-eyes-of-an-american-boy-40-years-later-our-new-home\/","title":{"rendered":"Yemen through the eyes of an American boy, 40 years later: OUR NEW HOME"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"attachment_340\" style=\"width: 310px\" class=\"wp-caption alignleft\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-340\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-340\" src=\"http:\/\/yemeniamerican.com\/en\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2017\/04\/1499471_10152132618271081_892511110_n-300x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/yemeniamerican.com\/en\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2017\/04\/1499471_10152132618271081_892511110_n-300x300.jpg 300w, https:\/\/yemeniamerican.com\/en\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2017\/04\/1499471_10152132618271081_892511110_n-150x150.jpg 150w, https:\/\/yemeniamerican.com\/en\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2017\/04\/1499471_10152132618271081_892511110_n.jpg 427w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><p id=\"caption-attachment-340\" class=\"wp-caption-text\"><span style=\"color: #0000ff;\"><strong>Reflections by Stephen Coats based on the memories of Nancy Coats<\/strong><\/span><\/p><\/div>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I went back to Idaho in January of this year to visit my dad. As I gazed around the house at my mom\u2019s old knick-knacks, one really stood out. It was the round stained-glass window that my parents brought back from Yemen and installed in our country home in Midvale. It took me back to Yemen 40 years ago and the place we would soon call home.<br \/>\nIt was Ramadan and already dark outside when we arrived in Sana\u2019a at 7 p.m. on Aug. 20, 1976. We didn\u2019t know what Ramadan was; we just knew that the flights from Jeddah were crowded and that everyone was in a rush. My older sister Sara, older brother Tim and I couldn\u2019t figure out why everyone was staring at us while we ate our dinner in the airport. Why did they look so grumpy? The owner of the Sana\u2019a International School, where my parents were going to be teaching, met us at the airport and helped us get through customs and baggage claim rather quickly.<br \/>\nWe loaded our bags onto Land Rovers, which were novel to us kids, since we had not seen them in Oregon. We later realized that they were fairly common in Yemen, with road conditions requiring a sturdier vehicle. We had one suitcase each, some clothes, a few essentials, one bowl, one plate and old setting of silverware apiece, and two small pans for our whole family.<br \/>\nNew friends from the school had dinner prepared for us \u2013 chicken, rice, Jell-O, and limeade for the first time! Delicious. We visited briefly over dinner but we were all tired and jet- lagged. Settling into our new home would have to wait, since it was not ready for us until the next day. We slept that first night in an apartment of a fellow teacher who was still in England for the summer.<br \/>\nOur new house was on the edge of Sana\u2019a, where there was not much in the surrounding area. While Mom and my aunt went shopping for some necessities, my dad and uncle helped move furniture into the houses. When we finally got to explore our new house, we were so excited. The house was huge to me, like a stone mansion.<br \/>\nIt had stone walls, tile floors, two concrete slabs in the kitchen\u2014all things we had not seen in Oregon. There was plenty of room to play in the three small basement rooms and even on the roof! We had no idea that houses could be made with a flat roof. This opened up a whole new world of imaginative play for Tim, Sara and me. We could look over the expanse of neighborhood at all the other houses.<br \/>\nThere were several long hallways throughout the house, fun for racing toy cars and running around. There were two bathrooms \u2013 one small, one large. All the ceilings were made from a white chalky substance backed by mud and sticks that were exposed several times over the years as chunks of plaster would occasionally onto the living room floor. Perhaps we kids played on the flat roof too much!<br \/>\nThe dining room had a beautiful big window. There were lots of windows throughout the house allowing plenty of light to come in. The amazing multi-colored stained glass atop each of them was my mom\u2019s favorite feature. Circling the house were 12-foot mud-brick walls with shards of glass sticking out on top and a large black and green gate that became the distinguishing feature we kids used to find identify our home. The wall created a private courtyard for playing, gardening and family time, but it was mostly dirt! A broad porch also ran in an L-shape around the house.<br \/>\nAs I reflect today on that old house, it was a place of joy, family, adventure and seeing the world in a new light. It was sturdy, with a long, rich history \u2013 just like the amazing Yemeni people that we were about to meet and get to know for the coming four school years.<br \/>\nTO BE CONTINUED\u2026<\/p>\n<div class='clear '><\/div><\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"&nbsp; I went back to Idaho in January of this year to visit my dad. As I gazed around the house at my mom\u2019s old knick-knacks, one really stood out. It was the round stained-glass window that my parents brought back from Yemen and installed in our country home in Midvale. 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