Inside Ma May’s traditional two-storey house I ran my hand over the iron wood trimmings. I walked to the back of the hundred year old house where the kitchen stood in an open courtyard, sun streaming down from the open square.
Upstairs was a prayer room and bedroom where the grandparents would have slept because back then, they had the best room in the house. None of the photos or furniture was from the house. The items had been gathered from other old houses so that the experience was like a mini museum.