Life in Rural Northen Thailand: Weaving with Grandma

One afternoon as I was sitting on the porch of the house we were staying at in Mae La Oop, I looked across the yard at the family’s raised wooden house and saw the grandmother of the family weaving. The grandmother was from the Karen Hill Tribe and spoke no English or Thai, only Karen. She wore traditional Karen clothing and was weaving a skirt in the tribe’s distinctive striped pattern. She was using a loom she attached to the porch and then to herself as she sat on the floor of the wooden porch.

I thought to myself, I should go watch her weave. When else would I have a chance to experience this cultural art in a real life setting? I felt hesitant at first. I couldn’t talk to her. Would she think it was weird if I sat there watching her?

I summoned up the courage and walked over. I sat quietly for a minute, watching her lean back and forth as she threaded the shuttle through the pattern of strings. Her movements were graceful and precise. I got out my camera and gestured that I would like to take a picture. She nodded.

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A moment later she motioned for me to come over and try weaving myself. I sat down where she had been sitting and she helped me strap on the back brace. She showed me how to slide the stick wound with red thread through other strings, then tamp it down with a piece of wood that was flat on one side and rounded on the other. When the red thread was sent the other way, this piece of wood would hold the strings up and out of the way.

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I understood the concept of what I was suppose to do, but in action I was clumsy and awkward. Grandma had to call the Thai speaking student and her son in law over to help translate what I was doing wrong.

I needed to lean forward and back according to when more or less tension was needed on the strings. Grandma made it look easy to send the thread through with the strings in exactly the right place, taking and releasing tension as needed. I was jerky and unsure. Grandma would have to come over and fix it when I sent the thread through the wrong strings.

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Eventually, I got the hang of it. I still wasn’t as smooth as Grandma, but the pattern was forming slowly but surely. After about 10 minutes of work, I had completed an inch of the weaved pattern. Then I noticed that there was a small dot of red where it should have been black. If Grandma noticed she didn’t say anything.

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I weaved for a few more minutes then turned the loom back over to Grandma.

I am so glad that I took the chance to experience traditional Karen weaving. It gave me insight into the life of these rural people. The slow pace of life was reflected in the time taken to hand weave a skirt. The pride in their culture was shown in the patience needed create the pattern. I was grateful that Grandma not only let me watch her, but also participate in the weaving. Even if somewhere in northern Thailand there is a women wearing a skirt with a spot of red where it should be black.

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5 thoughts on “Life in Rural Northen Thailand: Weaving with Grandma

  1. brooke8500 says:

    What an amazing opportunity!! I’m so glad you were able to participate in that, and then share it with us. I especially love the juxtaposition of Old World/New World in the picture of Grandma weaving in the foreground and the man on his laptop in the background. Welcome to the 21st century, even in rural Thailand!

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    • anydirectionwechoose says:

      I hadn’t noticed the juxtaposition. How funny! When we came to southeast Asia 3 years ago, I thought it so weird to see women in conical hats in the rice fields talking on cell phones. But now I have gotten used to seeing people in traditional settings with the latest technology.

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  2. Sylvia Cox Blimes says:

    Exceptional journalistic pictures! You reveal the unique design of the fabric that matches the grandma’s skirt. I enjoy seeing how you become one with the loom to produce a beautiful and serviceable article.
    Your adventures in this tiny community are ones that the rest of us can only have through you and your blog. Thank you for sharing.

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