We look at photos of Korea from the 1970’s and talk about how much we think things have changed. Neither of us were alive in the 70’s, but I do know a bit of history and Hugh remembers what he was told, or experienced the things that carried over to the 80’s and 90’s.
He is feeling a bit better about GD now because dream GD was nice to him!
If you are a new reader to my blog, or don’t know anything about Kpop: G-Dragon (or GD) is a very famous, very talented Kpop star and I’m a huge fan.
GD has the same family name as us, which is why my husband tries to say that he is the from the same family. Yes technically we can check to see how we are related but we are probably only very distantly related. In Korea there aren’t many family names so it is very common to know many other people with the same family name as you.
Korean Genealogy is very interesting and it’s amazing to me that my husband’s family have the family register dating back to the 15th century but in my family, my grandfather who likes to research family history, struggles to find records and dates from just 200 years ago.
Google is pretty good at guessing when you misspell an English name or word… but heaven help you if you don’t know the exact spelling of a Korean name! If you have any ‘ch’ in it don’t be surprised if “ching chong” comes up. I’ve had it happen more than once.
If you haven’t heard this before: it’s a very offensive and derogative term for Asian people. Originally used in the 19th century when Chinese miners came out to the Australian gold fields. It was used as an insult for Chinese people. It was also used like “Ching Chong Chinaman.” It mimics their names and their language but in a very stupid and uneducated way. Since then it has been directed at any Asian person by racists because if someone is that racist, well they are obviously too dumb to know that there are different Asian countries.
Unfortunately it is sometimes still used. A few years ago a Korean friend who worked on a building site in Australia asked me one day, “What does ching chong mean?” I was hesitant to reply just in case he had misheard and I didn’t want him to have something horrible explained to him if it wasn’t needed. My fears were confirmed though, when he said one of the white Australian workers had yelled at him “Hey ching chong!” He didn’t know it meant but had seen the boss yell so harshly at that worker and he realised the guy had said something so bad.
My husband also said that when he was working in an abattoir on one of his working holiday visas a white Australian called a Korean worker that insult. The white Australian worker was fired on the spot even though he’d been working there for years and years.
At least most bosses don’t tolerate it but it is upsetting that there are still morons using such an offensive insult.
So it’s always a ‘WTF’ moment when just innocently searching for a Korean name google says “did you mean this?” No I did not mean that google!
I really love history and try to visit historic sites whenever I can. We visited the Hyde Park Barracks in Sydney last year. It was built in 1819 for convict men and boys and is an important part of Australia’s convict history. It is now a museum but has a large room filled with hammocks that showed the sleeping conditions of convicts- emphasizing that it was many smelly men all crammed in. So not exactly a pleasant place to sleep.
Sometimes things just go over my husband’s head though. Especially when everything is in English and he is tired.
This is a famous children’s book that has only been published in English somewhat recently. It was written in 1938 by author Tae-Jun Lee who wrote many famous stories and was well loved in Korea. In this edition the illustrations are by Dong-Sung Kim and they are painted on traditional Korean paper (han-ji) and use traditional Chinese ink line techniques (muck-sun).
I saw this book in an Australian book store and noticed the Korean names on it. It was only after I bought it and did some research that I realised how special this book is.
It is a simple but heart-wrenching story of a young boy waiting for his mother at a tram stop. The first time I read it I thought there was no conclusion or indication of whether the little boy’s mother returns or not. I actually cried. I realised later that the ending is shown on the very last illustration but you have to look carefully.
Though simply written, the story is incredibly moving – particularly when you know Korea’s history and that this was written during the Japanese occupation – and it really stuck in my mind for days. The illustrations are beautiful. Some are quite simple but they convey so much. And the little boy is so adorable but looks so small and insignificant. What is even more poignant is that the author Tang-Jun Lee was actually an orphan himself. He was a war correspondent during The Korean War but settled in North Korea afterwards and disappeared in 1956…
I have seen some comments online by parent’s that think the book is too sad and they wouldn’t read it to their children but I disagree. It is such a beautiful and moving book that I will be reading it to my future children- in both English and Korean.