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The object of Rotary is to encourage and foster the ideal of service as a basis of worthy enterprise and, in particular to encourage: The development of acquaintance as an opportunity for service High ethical standards in business and professionals; the recognition of worthiness of all useful occupations; and the dignifying of each Rotarian’s occupation as an opportunity to serve society. The application of the ideal of service in each Rotarian’s personal, business and community life. The advancement of international understanding, goodwill and peace through a world fellowship of business and professional persons united in the ideal of service.

The Rotary Club of Patong Beach

The Four Way Test Is it the TRUTH? Is it FAIR to all concerned? Will it build GOODWILL and BETTER FRIENDSHIP?

CLUB HONOUR ROLL Rotary Foundation Sustaining Members

Past Presidents

Paul Harris Fellows

2001/02 C.P. Paiboon Upatising Friedrich “Sam” Fauma

Arnaud CMC Verstraete *

2002/03 2003/04 2004/05 2005/06 2006/07

Friedrich “Sam” Fauma

Jeroen Deknatel Neil Cumming Friedrich “Sam”Fauma Arnaud CMC Verstraete David Arell

Arnaud CMC Verstraete Larry Amsden Godfrey Kent Bradley Kenny Michael Massey

Benefactors Major Donors Arnaud CMC Verstraete Arnaud CMC Verstraete

Denis Carpenter

Brad Kenny * Larry Amsden * David Arell (* Multiple PHF) Bequest Society Arnaud CMC Verstraete

DISTRICT 3330 Khun Yuttakij Manajit



O.B. Wetzell Richard Valentine Michael Massey Richard Valentine David Arell Arnaud C.M.C Verstraete Able Wanamakok Khun Jirapa Eawaskul Michael Massey, Best Wanamakok



Bradley Kenny Denis Carpenter Richard Valentine P.P. Arnaud C.M.C. Verstraete Kenth Nilsson Larry Amsden Denis Carpenter

Chartered 5th September 2001 Volume No 2 2-- Issue No. - 18 13th November , 2007 Meetings Tuesday 7.00pm for 7.30pm Aloha Villa Hotel 145/2 Rat Rat--U- Thit Road Patong Beach Thailand

“Sam” Fauma

Front page photo courtesy of Brad


Tuesday 13th, November 2007 Alisdair Forbes - Phuket Community Foundation

Tuesday 20th, November 2007 Brad Kenny - Life before Phuket Bulletin Article - Able Wanamakok November Tues 13 Tues Sun

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December Tues 4 Tues Tues Tues

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BOARD MEET BRAD KENNY - Life Before PHUKET Cruise for Rotarian’s & Family on Luxury M/Y VOYAGER- Arnaud Meeting Cancelled - see above and below 30th Anniversary Rotary on Phuket PHUKET MERLIN HOTEL Activity

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A fun night was had by all who attended the monthly special dinner out at FLAVORS restaurant in Patong. George Leonhard - father of WOODY, celebrated his eighty third birthday on 5th November. It was appropriate to sing Happy Birthday to George. Congratulations George



BULLETIN ARTICLE ROSTER (prefer Word format) send to - Nov

SAA Best welcomed all to the special dinner at FLAVORS restaurant. Visiting Rotarians: Goran Stenson - Vastaris Sweden. Godfrey Kent, Dr. Sanguan Kunakorn - Tongkah Visitors: Ben Abrams & wife Pat, Sean Massey, Maxine Kent, Neil & Heather Butler, Larry Pashak, Adriano Tropani & friend Pat.



January Tues


Last Weeks Meeting - 6th November, 2007-

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Looking Ahead 20th November , 2007 Brad Kenny has lived in Thailand for quite a few years. Just what he did in the early years in Thailand is a mystery to many of us. This will all be revealed in his presentation. Brad also has a few photos of early Phuket, he will share with us.

It was great to see our French connection in Godfrey & Maxine Kent. They are apparently settling in very nicely in the local scene, which is close to the wine areas - no doubt they are sampling all they can. PP Arnaud reminded all there was only 2 places left for the M/Y Voyager day on 25th November. Dr. Sanguan Kunakorn - RC Tongkah let every one know of the special Intercity Meeting on Saturday 17th November. If I am correct it is at the Phuket Merlin at 6.00pm to enjoy the fellowship with district 3300 from Malaysia. District 3300 was at one time part of the same district of our own 3330. Fostering good fellowship with our neighbours. On Sunday 18th our President O.B. & P.E. Michael will attend a morning function at the same location. A superb meal with wonderful ambience was enjoyed at FLAVORS. Thank you to our hosts Arkom & his wife Kathy. Thanks to Brad Kenny for organizing a great night.

A Special night at FLAVORS 6th November

A Special night at FLAVORS 6th November

Great Boy !!

Welcome -

Adriano & Pat

- Ben & wife Pat

Mr. Charisma - BOON My Girlfreind TIM

Heather & Neil Butler - arrived back after six months in U.K.

Welcome Back

Serious stuff Goran & Larry

Take the x*#% Photo

A very happy Add & WOODY


Sorry I missed getting a few photos fellows

Member Article - Mark Pendlebury

Dates for your Diary NOVEMBER Tues 13th ALISTAIR FORBES - Phuket Community Foundation 20th BRAD KENNY - Life before Phuket Sun 25th Cruise M/Y Voyager - from 10.00AM - ARNAUD Tues 27th Meeting Cancelled see above and below Wed 28th 30th Anniversary Rotary of PHUKET (PHUKET MERLIN HOTEL)

Sorry Mark -

DECEMBER Tues 4th Dinner Out - Brad at BYD LOFTS 11th Club Assembly - P. O.B. 18th RICHARD VALENTINE 25th MEETING CANCELLED - CHRISTMAS DAY

Who am I ?

Last Tuesday night 30th October winners

The SAA - Leading the challenge on 6 points is ABLE, 5 points Larry with David - Denis- Richard & Brad on 3 points

Photo of the Week I saw this in a pet shop in Patong. I counted 7 Budgies in this small seed bowl (tail up) - all fighting for a mouthful. Maybe a bigger bowl would be better. Photo Denis



CONGRATULATIONS Khun Jirapa (Sii) Eawaskul - 13th, Denis Carpenter Larry Amsden

- 16th - 18th

Member Article - Brad Kenny

For the next 45 years or so, until she was 90, my mother was the driver in the family. Neither she nor my father had any sense of direction, but he loaded up on maps -- though they seldom left the city limits -- and appointed himself navigator. It seemed to work.

This is a wonderful piece by Michael Gartner, editor of newspapers large and small and president of NBC News. In 1997, he won the Pulitzer Prize for editorial writing. It is well worth reading, and a few good chuckles are guaranteed.

Still, they both continued to walk a lot. My mother was a devout Catholic, and my father an equally devout agnostic, an arrangement that didn't seem to bother either of them through their 75 years of marriage. (Yes, 75 years, and they were deeply in love th e entire time.)

My father never drove a car. Well, that's not quite right. I should say I never saw him drive a car. He quit driving in 1927, when he was 25 years old, and the last car he drove was a 1926 Whippet. 'In those days,' he told me when he was in his 90s, 'to drive a car you had to do things with your hands, and do things with your feet, and look every which way, and I decided you could walk through life and enjoy it or drive through life and miss it.'

He retired when he was 70, and nearly every morning for the next 20 years or so, he would walk with her the mile to St. Augustin's Church. She would walk down and sit in the front pew, and he would wait in the back until he saw which of the parish's two priests was on duty that morning. If it was the pastor, my father then would go out and take a 2-mile walk, meeting my mother at the end of the service and walking her home.

At which point my mother, a sometimes salty Irishwoman, chimed in: 'Oh, bull----!' she said. 'He hit a horse.'

If it was the assistant pastor, he'd take just a 1-mile walk and then head back to the church. He called the priests 'Father Fast' and 'Father Slow.'

'Well,' my father said, 'there was that, too.'

After he retired, my father almost always accompanied my mother whenever she drove anywhere, even if he had no reason to go along. If she were going to the beauty parlor, he'd sit in the car and read, or go take a stroll or, if it was summer, have her keep the engine running so he could listen to the Cubs game on the radio. In the evening, then, when I'd stop by, he'd explain: 'The Cubs lost again. The millionaire on second base made a bad throw to the millionaire on first base, so the multimillionaire on third base scored.'

So my brother and I grew up in a household without a car. The neighbors all had cars -- the Kollingses next door had a green 1941 Dodge, the VanLaninghams across the street a gray 1936 Plymouth, the Hopsons two doors down a black 1941 Ford -- but we had none. My father, a newspaperman in Des Moines, would take the streetcar to work and, often as not, walk the 3 miles home. If he took the streetcar home, my mother and brother and I would walk the three blocks to the streetcar stop, meet him and walk home together. My brother, David, was born in 1935, and I was born in 1938, and sometimes, at dinner, we'd ask how come all the neighbors had cars but we had none. 'No one in the family drives,' my mother would explain, and that was that. But, sometimes, my father would say, 'But as soon as one of you boys turns 16, we'll get one.' It was as if he wasn't sure which one of us would turn 16 first.

If she were going to the grocery store, he would go along to carry the bags out -- and to make sure she loaded up on ice cream. As I said, he was always the navigator, and once, when he was 95 and she was 88 and still driving, he said to me, 'Do you want to know the secret of a long life?' 'I guess so,' I said, knowing it probably would be something bizarre. 'No left turns,' he said. 'What?' I asked.

But, sure enough , my brother turned 16 before I did, so in 1951 my parents bought a used 1950 Chevrolet from a friend who ran the parts department at a Chevy dealership downtown. It was a four-door, white model, stick shift, fender skirts, loaded with everything, and, since my parents didn't drive, it more or less became my brother's car. Having a car but not being able to drive didn't bother my father , but it didn't make sense to my mother.

'No left turns,' he repeated. 'Several years ago, your mother and I read an article that said most accidents that old people are in happen when they turn left in front of oncoming traffic. As you get older, your eyesight worsens, and you can lose your depth perception, it said. So your mother and I decided never again to make a left turn.' 'What?' I said again.

So in 1952, when she was 43 years old, she asked a friend to teach her to drive She learned in a nearby cemetery, the place where I learned to drive the following year and where, a generation later, I took my two sons to practice driving. The cemetery probably was my father's idea. 'Who can your mother hurt in the cemetery?' I remember him saying more than once.

'No left turns,' he said. 'Think about it. Three rights are the same as a left, and that's a lot safer. So we always make three rights.' (Continued next page)

Member Article - Brad Kenny 'You're kidding!' I said, and I turned to my mother for support 'No,' she said, 'your father is right. We make three rights. It works.' But then she added: 'Except when your father loses count.' I was driving at the time, and I almost drove off the road as I started laughing.

You're probably right,' I said. 'Why would you say that?' He countered, somewhat irritated. 'Because you're 102 years old,' I said. 'Yes,' he said, 'you're right.' He stayed in bed all the next day

'Loses count?' I asked.

That night, I suggested to my son and daughter that we sit up with him through the night.

'Yes,' my father admitted, 'that sometimes happens. But it's not a problem. You just make seven rights, and you're okay again.'

He appreciated it, he said, though at one point, apparently seeing us look gloomy, he said:

I couldn't resist. 'Do you ever go for 11?' I asked. 'No,' he said ' If we miss it at seven, we just come home and call it a bad day. Besides, nothing in life is so important it can't be put off another day or another week.' My mother was never in an accident, but one evening she handed me her car key and said she had decided to quit driving. That was in 1999, when she was 90.

'I would like to make an announcement. No one in this room is dead yet' An hour or so later, he spoke his last words: 'I want you to know,' he said, clearly and lucidly, 'that I am in no pain. I am very comfortable. And I have had as happy a life as anyone on this earth could ever have.' A short time later, he died.

She lived four more years, until 2003. My father died the next year, at 102. They both died in the bungalow they had moved into in 1937 and bought a few years later for $3,000. (Sixty years later, my brother and I paid $8,000 to have a shower put in the tiny bathroom -- the house had never had one. My father would have died then and there if he knew the shower cost nearly three times what he paid for the house.) He continued to walk daily -- he had me get him a treadmill when he was 101 because he was afraid he'd fall on the icy sidewalks but wanted to keep exercising -- and he was of sound mind and sound body until the moment he died. One September afternoon in 2004, he and my son went with me when I had to give a talk in a neighboring town, and it was clear to all three of us that he was wearing out, though we had the usual wide-ranging conversation about politics and newspapers and things in the news. A few weeks earlier, he had told my son, 'You know, Mike, the first hundred years are a lot easier than the second hundred.' At one point in our drive that Saturday, he said, 'You know, I'm probably not going to live much longer.' .

I miss him a lot, and I think about him a lot. I've wondered now and then how it was that my family and I were so lucky that he lived so long. I can't figure out if it was because he walked through life, Or because he quit taking left turns. '

Life is too short to wake up with regrets. So love the people who treat you right. Forget about those who don't. Believe everything happens for a reason. If you get a chance, take it. If it changes your life, let it. Nobody said life would be easy, they just promised it would most likely be worth it.'

Thanks Brad - great read


Sayings for the week “Don’t Squat With Yer Spurs On ! - A Cowboy’s Guide To Life” Speak your mind but ride a fast horse. The only way to drive cattle fast is slowly. Lettin’ the cat outta the bag is a whole lot easier ‘n puttin’ it back. Don’t let so much reality into your life that there’s no room for dreamin’. Ain’t never seen a wild critter feelin’ sorry for itself. The quickest way to double your money is to fold it over and put it back in your pocket. Never miss a good chance to shut up. Nobody ever drowned himself in his own sweat. The length of the conversation don’t tell nothin’ about the size of the intellect. **********************************************************

Rotary World - A matching grant project Donors, recipients are winners in Bolivia’s safe blood project

A Rotary Foundation Matching Grant project has boosted public awareness in Bolivia about the benefits of voluntary blood donation. Carried out in the capital city of Sucre from April through December 2005, the effort could be expanded to improve health throughout the country. “The beneficiaries were the patients who received safe blood and the voluntary donors who were screened for transmissible illnesses, such as Chagas, AIDS, syphilis, hepatitis B, and hepatitis A,” says Dr. Luis Angel Dํaz del Castillo, of the Rotary Club of Sucre. His club and the Rotary Club of Silver Spring, Maryland, USA, sponsored the US$6,000 Matching Grant effort. The project promoted a voluntary blood drive in Sucre through conferences, seminars, workshops, and TV and radio public service announcements. Nearly 3,000 people - about 60 percent of the target population - turned out to donate blood. Almost 8 percent of donors tested positive for Chagas disease, a parasitic infection common in South America. Individuals diagnosed with Chagas and other illnesses received treatment and education about how to avoid contracting diseases in the future. Under Dํaz del Castillo’s leadership, Sucre Rotarians coordinated the project, delivered educational materials, and periodically visited sites where blood was donated. Former Silver Spring club member Larry Heilman, of the Rotary Club of Friendship Heights, Maryland, helped promote the project and also visited blood donation sites. “At present, blood and blood products are available to all the hospitals and health centers in Sucre,” says Marํa del Carmen Torricos, a health consultant at Sํmon Bolํvar Andean University, which participated in the project. “However, we would like to be able to provide safe blood to all the provinces. To accomplish this objective, we need to attract greater numbers of blood donors.”

Quote for the week

Asking Asking is the beginning of receiving. Make sure you don't go to the ocean with a teaspoon. At least take a bucket so the kids won't laugh at you. Jim Rohn

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Vol 2 issue 18