Living in Seattle has been a much more positive experience for my family over the years since we first arrived here in 1997 from Naples, Florida – a place I half-jokingly described to some of my friends as the ‘Richest White Town in America.’ Our journey sometimes had subtle but profound effects for my son and daughter. Not the least of which was a much more diverse population and culture.
Even so, as we’ve assimilated into the Pacific Northwest culture, there were also other more subtle things that I’ve noticed over recent years. My daughter and I have talked about some of her experiences from having lived in Vancouver BC for the past 7 years. We’re Chinese but we were born over here. My brothers and I were first-generation born in the 50’s after Mom finally arrived with our much-older sister who was born in China 17 years earlier. But GrandDad arrived in 1906 and he brought Dad over to Canada at the age of 9 in 1916. As I’ve written about earlier, Dad was the only Chinese boy in all of Halifax at that time and lived through years of harsh racism growing up in Canada.Read the rest of this entry »
My brother sent me a link to a documentary, The Search for General Tso, that premiered last April at the 2014 Tribeca Film Festival. I’d never thought much about the origins of this dish but the more I searched, the more I realized that the origins of this dish are really hazy. And apparently, this very popular dish has not been around very long relatively speaking (just a century or two). (From Wikipedia – click HERE.)
It’s also one of the dishes I order from time to time and the recipe seems to change from one restaurant to another. After learning more about this dish, I’m beginning to wonder if it wasn’t one more recipe that may well have been created as much for Western tastes when Chinese food first started to be acceptable to Western palates. I’m always surprised to run into people who still don’t realize that dishes like Chop Suey were actually created in America for American tastes.
This documentary explores the mainstreaming of Chinese cuisine into Western culture and expands into how the Chinese assimilated into Western society.
Love this kid! Alex Dang on “What kind of Asian are You?”
For those who have never grown up with racism, it’s hard to comprehend if you’ve never experienced it.
Still remember my Dad running into our asinine principal in the hallway when I first started Junior High at Tower Road School. First thing out of Withrow’s mouth was, “And which restaurant do YOU own, Mr. Lee?”
Wrong question to ask the old man, who arrived in Canada at the age of 9 in 1916 and managed to learn English fluently and eventually graduate with a degree in Civil Engineering among other accomplishments.
Without even skipping a beat, Dad answered back – in perfect English, of course: “What restaurant?!! I burn water when I boil it!”
After an awkward moment, Withrow turned around and walked away… Don’t think he ever had a “conversation” with Dad again!
Dad always had lots of stories and anecdotes from years gone by. Many were from his short childhood back in the village in China before his Father brought him over to join him in Canada at the ripe old age of 9 back in 1916. Many years ago when we were going through some of his old papers after he passed away in 1990, We came across an old typewritten recollection he’d composed probably some time back in the late 60’s. I managed to scan it and run it through an OCR program so I could save it in Word format. Finally sharing this today with friends and family.
My Boyhood Days in China
By Shew Chuck Lee
I was born in Long Tao (Dragon’s Head), a small village in the remote part of the District of Hoi Ping in Guangdong province. Our village and the other villages in the immediate area were inhabited by the Lee family. Like other rural areas in China, different families tended to cluster in different communities. Just beyond our Lee community, there were the Hums, Setos, Fongs and Kungs. You might say that China was a collection of communities.
Nine generations before me, the founder of our village, Chung Len, moved from the district of Sun Wei to our present location. Before settling in Sun Wei, our forebears lived in Nantung, up in the northern part of our province near the border of Hunan province. Here in Long Tao, members of the Lee family grew up and tilled the land. When the father died, the son would carry on his work. This was the pattern of life from one generation to another. Since the founding of our village, there has been little or no change in our community. The roosters would crow at dawn, the dogs barked, the boys would recite their lessons at school and the farmers would work in the fields. The land was good to us. We grew out rice and vegetables. We caught fish in the rivers. We gathered grass and firewood in the hills. It was a hard life bit somehow we managed to eke out a living.Read the rest of this entry »
Last Friday, August 8th was the fiftieth anniversary of one of the first mass shootings that I can recall from Canada or the States. Long before Columbine or any of the other shootings that followed, Edward Thomas Boutilier was a mentally-disturbed 18-year old who rode his bike around the South end of Halifax on that summer afternoon in 1964 and shot three young boys, killing two of them. After giving himself up days later, Boutilier was later diagnosed as mentally ill and institutionalized instead of being tried in a court of law. He subsequently killed himself 10 years later. There’s a link in the first paragraph to the article that spurred me to write this post for New Canadian Media.
This story is still as fresh in my mind today as it was when it happened. Or I should say two days after it happened, as you’ll soon understand after you read my post.
Remembering a Halifax Shooting Spree and a Narrow Escape
Written for New Canadian Media Tuesday, 12 August 2014
Last week I came across an article in the Halifax Chronicle Herald memorializing a tragic day fifty years ago when three young boys were randomly gunned down by a man who was found to be mentally disturbed. My own memories of that time came flooding back, along with the realization that I had narrowly missed being a victim myself. Read the rest of this entry »
One of the pages that I follow on Facebook is Vintage Halifax where they post a wide range of old pictures and postcards depicting Halifax from as far back as when photography was first invented. Their collection continues to grow and I’ve commented on a few when they bring back personal memories from over the years. Yesterday, they posted this old postcard from the 1920’s that was taken up on Citadel Hill where the original Halifax fortress was built for the British troops to watch and protect the expansive harbor that was – and still is – not only an important part of Halifax but the entire East Coast shipping routes.
This view definitely brought back an interesting memory of our Dad and I’m sharing it here as well.
Just in time for your New Year’s viewing. Time to make some popcorn and sit down as the holidays wind down and watch some videos!
I recently came across this 3-part series China: A Century of Revolution 1911 – 2011 and decided this collection was worth posting and sharing with friends and family.
For our family, it has special meaning: Dad was born in 1906 and arrived in Canada at the age of 9 in 1916 to join his father in Halifax. So for most of his life from afar, Dad watched China evolve and undergo one revolution after another until Mao’s Communist revolution was complete at the end of World War II in late 40’s. In 1949, Mom and our sister, Nancy, made it out of China just as all of that was taking place after Chinese families were finally allowed to re-unite after nearly a century of extreme racial discrimination in North America. Watching Episode 1: 1911 – 1949 gave me a whole new perspective and historical context of what was going on during that period when Dad was living in Canada while Mom and Nancy were still back in China.
It staggers my mind when I try to imagine their lives in the last century: The village where Mom and Nancy lived hasn’t changed much in the years since they left; when I visited back in 2001, it was still a tiny village of around 200 people living off the land and farming in the rice fields. It was almost an hour’s drive down a dirt road from the nearest town (which would often flood during rainy season) where the children would go to school. Even in 2001, there was only minimal electricity and no running water or sewers so the water supply came from the same river where all the sewage runoff flowed and where they grew their rice. No telephones and certainly no mail service. Now go back to the turn of the last century and picture that AND no mail service to speak of, no telephones or telegraph. How Dad managed to stay in touch and send money home to support his family is unimaginable, let alone making all the arrangements to have them leave their village in 1949, take a train down to Hong Kong and then fly on an airplane to Canada – all for the first time in their lives. Mom had been anemic so they had an unexpected delay in Tokyo before getting on board a Canadian Pacific Airlines 4-prop Viscount plane to fly over to Vancouver BC where Dad planned to be waiting for them. Dad freaked out after arriving in Vancouver from his long train trip across Canada all the way from the East Coast only to realize that they weren’t on the plane he had booked for them! A frantic telegraph or two later, he was finally informed of Mom’s illness and the delay in their departure from Tokyo. When Mom and Nancy finally arrived in Vancouver, they joined Dad on another nearly 2-week train ride back East across Canada to arrive at their new home in Halifax NS after each spending almost a month of travel halfway around the world (and having come from a previous lifetime as nothing more than the experience of their simple village lives). When Nancy met her Father for the first time after stepping off that plane in Vancouver, she was already 15½ years old!
Each video is nearly 2 hours long so settle in for a Chinese History marathon. Happy New Year to everyone!
I still remember reading D.H. Lawrence’s Lady Chatterley’s Lover when I was around the ripe old age of 11. And just how did a geeky little Chinese kid living in a very strict and controlled home end up reading such a lurid tome at such a tender age you ask?
Over his entire life for as long as we can remember, our Dad always had a strong lifelong commitment to helping most of the small Chinese community that lived in Halifax. Having the advantage of a college education and being able to speak, read and write perfect English, Dad would often be called upon to provide much-needed assistance to anyone who asked. If someone needed a translator in court, Dad was there. And every Fall, Dad would religiously canvas the entire Chinese community gathering donations for the United Way as his personal contribution for the help they provided our Mom with blood transfusions when she first arrived in Canada on the West Coast. Not that the Chinese population was very large back in the 50’s and 60’s as we were growing up. And so it was that one summer day when I was allowed to sit out on our front steps, I said ‘Hello’ to a young Chinese man who was walking past our house. It turned out that he was newly arrived with no relatives in the area. At the time, he was supporting himself as a waiter at a restaurant and saving his money to start a business. Dad took a liking to him and Jimmy would visit us from time to time.