Korean Girl, firmly transplanted

Judging from the blip in viewers coinciding with my last post, I have concluded that people might like to read a little more from this Korean Girl, transplanted.

– I was a Korean Princess for Halloween more times than you can shake a stick at. My parents inadvertently “tricked” the first trick-or-treaters that came knocking at our door looking for Halloween handouts, by giving out oranges, quarters and cans of Campbell’s soup. Looking back, I’m shocked our house wasn’t egged.
– I often mess up colloquialisms and sayings (see above) growing up in a house that doesn’t use them. My sister is even worse.
– True to stereotype, I wore glasses, played piano and flute in the school band and kicked ass at anything academic. I lettered, and I’m not kidding, in Academics. Sadly, the same cannot be said about my sports career.
– Korean food is as salty, spicy and sour as its people. And must be eaten with copious amounts of white rice to save your stomach lining. Low carb diets have no place in Korea. My mother is an excellent cook and would always offer bring food Korean food for class potluck events. Usually only the teacher would graciously try a little Chap-Chae, leaving my sisters and I to stuff ourselves with the mountain of leftover sweet potato noodles at the park before heading home, so that mom would continue to think that everyone loved her cooking. Needless to say, my sisters and I were very thoughtful and a bit chubby. I used to wish she would just bake cupcakes from a box like all the other moms.
– I’ve only dated one Korean guy in my life and I didn’t marry him. None of my sisters married Korean either. Things that make you go hmmm?

I’ve often wondered what my life would be like had my parents not chosen the road less travelled and stayed in Korea 42 years ago. I certainly would only have 1 or 2 sisters, instead of the wonderful 4 I have now. I wouldn’t have met my husband, had our beautiful kids and so on and so on. My life growing up in Canada was like Little House on the Prairie only with indoor plumbing – family, camping, horses, friends and food – pluckily pioneering our way through a new land that is now home to us through and through.

It’s incredible the beautiful and enduring impact one change can make 40+ years down the line.

Love Lucie

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1 Comment

  1. I have a burning desire to know how your parents met, and how they ended up on a farm in Abbotsford. This is fascinating stuff.


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