Poyang, formerly Boyang, is a county in the Jianghxi province of Southern China. The girls that come from the Jianghxi province are affectionately called "spicy girls." Some Chinese folks say that it refers to the idea that peppers are grown in province and the people of the province like spicy foods. While others say that it refers to their personality. If your daughter comes from the Poyang orphanage her Chinese surname will be "Bo." Some names that I have seen of the children from the orphanage are, Bo-Jin, Bo-Hui, Bo-Bi and our daughter's case, Bo-Xuan. If you travel to China to pick up your own Bo, it is not likely that you will get to visit the orphanage. Very few, that I know of, have been so fortunate.
The following is from Courtney Johnson's blog digging-to-china
"We drove through very rural areas of the JiangXi Province from
Nanchang. We saw chickens, water buffalos and children all running
alongside the road. We passed rice patty fields and, in some fields,
erected tombstones honoring deceased family members. People were
traveling on bicycle and bicycles pulled carts of people covered by
tarps to keep the passengers warm. The buildings were mostly brick and
cinder block. The earth was red clay. There was a lot of trash in the
populated areas, alongside the road in front of houses and businesses.
We passed citrus fruit tree groves. Normally the temperature this time
of year is that of Florida, but they are having an unusually cold
winter.
We arrived to the Poyang Orphanage about 4 hours later.
When we arrived, we were greeted by two very nice women who must have
had a leadership role at the orphanage. They offered us hot water and
citrus fruit. I do not doubt that it was the best that they could
offer. In poorer areas, tea is not available so hot water is "tea". The
fruit consisted of mandarins an other native fruits that I've not seen.
They also stuffed our pockets with the fruit. It is good luck to give
fruit, especially gold colored fruit, to children (or at least that's
how I understood it). Then the orphanage director, a man about 65 years
old, came and welcomed us. The staff answered questions that we had.
One of the staff persons, put her two thumbs together, and said
something in Chinese to me. She was saying that Elyza and I looked
alike.
They then took us for a tour of the lower floor of the orphanage. This is one of the
poorer orphanages. The first room had three infants, the youngest was 7
days old. They were bundled up and were lying in what looked like
wicker basket baby beds. There were no doors on the rooms and it was
freezing, no heat. We could see condensation when we talked, that's how
cold it was. In another room there was a small space heater and a line
of clothing that hung from wall to wall. Another room housed older
babies in cribs. There were several older women who must have been the
nannies for the orphanage. It broke our hearts to see these babies
lying bundled up in the cold rooms, helpless. It's a sad situation that
these children are without homes and families, but I know that the
orphanage does their absolute best to take care of these babies. A
grace despite a tragedy.
Once the tour was complete we boarded
the bus and went to a local restaurant in Poyang. When we arrived, the
place was packed with locals. We were led to a room upstairs that was
specially prepared for our group. They even turned on the heat for us,
which was a real treat! Banners decorated the tables that read "Welcome
American Families". They brought dish after dish of local cuisine, fish
from the Poyang Lake. The beer was wonderful and tasted like a
sparkling white wine. Some tried the rice liqueur that was strong
enough to burn a hole through your stomach. It was lively; it was fun;
it was a celebration for us families to share with the orphanage staff,
who also ate with us.
It's a day that we'll never forget. One
that will be an important story of our daughter's history. A day,
despite sadness, was filled with hope and celebration for seven special
little girls from JiangXi Province."