Note from Mary Ann Ayson:
I lived in Hannam Vlllage during my elementary school days from 1983-1987. When we first arrived, we lived in H-202, then after my mom had another child, we moved to F-123 near the playground and closer access to back gate. I learned how to swim in the pool there, went to church at the chapel in the Village, did girl scouts, had piano lessons, spent time at the library and learn to survive the times when tear gas was in the air, finding refuge in the library and splashing water in my eyes. I remember learning to roller skate at the tennis courts with my childhood best friend, as well as spending countless hours in the playground doing all sorts of tricks, turns and flips on the monkey bars, and fun times on the swings and slides. During the winters, when we had snow, made snowmen, igloos, had snowball fights and slid down the hills using moving boxes. It was fun to get a treat once in a while at Baskin Robbins and having the Commissary and Exchange nearby. Hannam Village will always hold a special place in my heart. It was a dream to live here as a kid. We learned how to be creative and resourceful. When people moved in, with many of the moving boxes we could collect them and play house or whatever in the trash rooms (we manage to bear the smell of the trash chutes) and use our imagination. As a kid…it was a safe place to live and be free. Having access to go to back gate was a treat to buy Korean snack, candies, Jaws bars, and school supplies at the small shops. My shopping habit started at an early age. I am thankful for the wonderful memories.