Interviewee ID: 990396
Parent's name: Dalhsarai
Year of Birth: 1954
Notes on education: büren dund
Work: head of local legislature
Born in: Tsenher sum, Arhangai aimag
Lives in: Tsenher sum (or part of UB), Arhangai aimag
Mother's profession: herder
Father's profession: herder
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Summary of Interview 090636A with Yondonjamts
Yondjonjamts was born in 1954. He is a head of the citizens’ representatives of Altan–Ovoo bag.
His father’s name was Natsagiin Dalhsarai and his family name was Ugalz. Yondonjamts graduated the fourth grade of the elementary school of Bürd brigade of Tsenher sum and shifted to the aimag's seven-year school. In 1973 he served in the military and was trained as an electrician. After the military, being assigned by the party he worked as a farm manager and a bookkeeper, shifting from one sum to another. He spoke about the farm, what structure it had, about the peculiarities of his work, the advantages of it, how public works were conducted, the livestock husbandry of that time, the new techniques and technology introduced in agriculture, the operation of them, about his own vocation relating it to his own life.
During the cultural campaign each ‘ail’ was required to have a corner of Fame, a drying rack made of wood, cauldron and a dish cloth. In fact, many things were taught about the household culture. He bought the first red ‘Yav’ motorcycle with two or three years’ wages. When riding it near the ‘ails’, all would come out the door and stand around watching. When going inside the ger, the people would respect him, and the children crowded around him. It was really something, he said. When he was a Tsetserleg bag darga, he struggled a lot not to let the miners into the place called Nariin Hamar, not to let them touch the ground. He deeply regrets that after he had given up my work the river Nariin Hamar was given to those people and the place was transformed into a mountain and hills without water.