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13Feb/10

Chinese New Year 2010

Chi­nese New Years

Like it or not Chi­nese New Year is upon us.  February 14th is the first day of Chi­nese New Year for 2010 and marks the begin­ning of yet another Lunar year, this one repre­sen­ted by the Tiger.  To see a great expla­na­tion of Chi­nese New Year and it’s influence and impor­tance see Wiki­pe­dia.

What does it mean today?

Asian cul­ture is ama­zing how over the cen­tu­ries it’s tra­di­tions have endu­red through so much war and geno­cide.  Even today watching friends of Asian des­cent born in the sta­tes or rai­sed in the sta­tes, they carry on the tra­di­tions as the duti­ful des­cen­dants they are.  Some of them the chil­dren of fami­lies that fled Main­land China, Viet­nam, or Cambodia’s com­mu­nist regime carr­ying with them this tra­di­tion of Chi­nese New Year and pas­sing it on to the next generations.

For some it is the com­mer­cial, family get together that Christ­mas has become to the world.  It is hard to change this notion when the media and busi­nes­ses have so much to gain from pro­mo­ting it as a “rea­son to spend money for gifts”.  Iro­ni­cally money is the num­ber 1 gift at this holi­day in those famous little red envelopes.

The most impor­tant thing

If you take anything away from this in regards to Chi­nese New Year remem­ber this, it’s about family.  It’s about hono­ring our ances­tors for paving the way.  It’s about hono­ring our living rela­ti­ves for sup­por­ting us now.  Lastly it’s about giving to the chil­dren to be here to sup­port us in the years to come.  In the homes I have been for­tu­nate enough to cele­brate Chi­nese New Year in around the world this is what I always saw.

Food and Chi­nese New years

The feast of the first day of Chi­nese New Year is the really big event that I have always enjo­yed every time I’ve been inc­lu­ded.  In one home the meal was pre­pa­red and then pre­sen­ted to the door step and incense bur­ned to offer to the ances­tors first.  Then a place was set for those not pre­sent and the rest of us devou­red a glo­rious meal of roas­ted chic­ken, stea­med fish, nood­les, soup and always an assort­ment of many more foods.

One home I was for­tu­nate to be at in Cali­for­nia one year was bles­sed to have a HUGE family of 15 chil­dren to the matriarch and patriarch that had fled Viet­nam in the early 70’s.  The food of all those fami­lies coming together.  I remem­ber tas­ting every kind of fla­vor and fee­ling so full after­wards that I sha­me­fully undid the but­ton to my pants as we res­ted.  Need­less to say that tur­ned to be quite a com­pli­ment to all of the cooks that one that towe­red almost a full foot over them could feast to the point where his clothes could not con­tain them.  Truly the Prince’s clothing — Sihk Duhk a FOOK, Jeuhk Duhk a Luhk.

How I observe it today

Today my wife and I observe Chi­nese New Year every year by taking time to go to Dim Sum at one of the local res­tau­rants with friends.  This year we’ve added two new friends to the mix and we’re going to Impe­rial Gar­den here in Colum­bus.  While being run by a cou­ple that immi­gra­ted here from Tai­wan, the Chef is from Szechuan in Main­land China and his coo­king is some of the best I’ve had in the world.  No exag­ge­ra­tion there.  I look for­ward to unbut­to­ning my pants to make breathing easier on the drive home.  Sun­day when the day finally comes my boys and I will sit down and talk about our ances­tors and what they mean to us.  Then when we can we’ll talk about our family today and what we mean to each other.

What does it mean to me today

Chi­nese New Year is a part of who I am.  A quar­ter of my life I spoke, ate, thought, and breathed in Chi­nese more than I did in English.  Many friends have invi­ted me into their homes to share with them by all accounts the most impor­tant 5 days of the year.  It sig­nals the coming Spring and coming hope.  It is a time to remem­ber the past and look for­ward to the future.  In my own English/American/Chinese way I will be pas­sing this onto my chil­dren hoping that it will make an impres­sion on them and they will learn a little of who I am, who their ances­tors were, and who they can become.

GUNG HEI FAAT CHOI! — GUNG TSI FA TSAI!

24Nov/08

The Comedy of Marriage

Wal­ter Mathau in his long career of acting always see­med to say something in his movies that is funny and true in one breath.

In his movie “Pete ‘n Tillie” he is asked by his on-screen wife Carol Bur­nett “Honestly, I don’t know how we’ve sta­yed married for 11 years!”

His res­ponse is this one sta­te­ment “because frankly I’d rather not dis­cuss anything with you than with any other woman in the world.”

21Mar/06

What My Great Grandma Taught Me

I was Twelve when my Great Grandma Bright­well died. She was 88 years old. She had lived through the Spa­nish Ame­ri­can War, WWI, WWII, Korean, and Viet­nam war. She never saw a com­pu­ter or had a touch tone phone. In her back­yard the outhouse was still there. She didn’t have cen­tral air, but she had a great scree­ned in porch in the back.

She lived in Ports­mouth, Ohio. Her house was nothing extra­va­gent except that the poc­ket doors were real wood­work. The ban­nis­ter was big enough for a small boy to slide down. Her pic­ture fra­mes were all hand made. Details that today we pass over for con­ve­nience or price but when she was my age, that’s all they had.

She was tena­cious. She was over 80 and she still insis­ted on coo­king for us when we came. She had peo­ple come in to clean but she would rather do it her­self. She had great sto­ries. Not about drin­king or living it up, but of expe­rien­ces of swim­ming in the Ohio River, or res­cuing her pri­zed pos­ses­sion from a flood.

As many peo­ple were that lived through the depres­sion she was a pac­krat. She never let anything go to waste. She would scrape but­ter back if we would let her.

As a small boy of 6 or 7 I let off a mace bomb in the house. She cur­sed me for hours as we had to sit outside with all of the fans going to try to clear it out. I thought for sure Mom was going to skin me, but because grandma was there I didn’t have any worries.

My great grandma taught me to value family. It was never too much trou­ble to do something for family. Coo­king or clea­ning or trea­ting us to ice cream.

She taught me that we stand up and do what we believe in. She was the Repu­bli­can Party Chair­per­son for her county for deca­des when it wasn’t fashio­na­ble to be a republican.

She taught me to res­pect my elders because they know more than I do and would pro­bably still lick me if I got out of hand, even at 80+ years of age.

Most impor­tant she taught me to remem­ber my past and don’t for­get to learn from it. Our past is the only thing we carry with us no mat­ter where we go. Names, peo­ple, pla­ces, for­tu­nes all change but who we are and where we come from never do.

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