The Journey Toward My Roots
What could you possibly learn from a baby? In my experience interacting with my daughter Yosemite, the answer is a lot. For example, people have been saying, oh, she has your eyebrows, or she got your nose, or, and this is from my wife, she has such a bad attitude when she is hungry, just like you.
Mr. Toastmasters, fellow Toastmasters, and honored guests. It feels good to hear someone inherits something from you. Maybe not the bad attitude, but mostly everything else. In the other hand, I also inherit those features from other people in my family. I got my nose from my mom and my eyebrows definitely look like my uncle’s. Now I am intrigued, what else do I inherit from my family?
Last month, I had a short business trip to Vietnam. I managed to squeezed a few days to travel to my hometown, a little rural located in Northern Vietnam. In order to get there, I had to fly from Saigon to Hanoi, then rented a motorbike to go to my village in Nam Dinh, about 3 hours of driving away. I didn’t know anybody or how to get there. All I knew was the name of the village and how to locate where my great grandfather’s home used to be. Surprisingly, not only that I found the house, while wandering around the village I stumbled into the cemetery and found my great great grandfather’s tomb. When a woman saw me being by myself in the cemetery, she came and asked who I was. It turned out she knew who my great grandfather was was and took me to one of his nephews’ house.
That incident encouraged me to dig even deeper into my root. I searched through my old documents and found the family tree book my mom gave me 25 years ago. I eagerly read through every single page and learned a great deal about my village and ancestors. 8th generation ago, my ancestor was part of a rebel group that occupied a vast area in North Vietnam. After the rebellion was suppressed, he and 10 other people founded the village. No wonder why many people in my family are martial artists! And they don’t practice some popular martial arts like Aikido or Karate. It’s a type of martial art passing down within the family. Isn’t that interesting?
I also reached out to some far cousins to ask for more information. Just a few days ago, I learned another of my ancestors was a famous scholar during his time. Several of books are still preserved by the Vietnam national academy of literature. Interestingly, his stories seemed to have been forgotten by my big family. About 10 years, when his writing started gaining attention from Vietnamese and foreign scholars due to its breakthrough ideas, one of a scholar decided to go trace his descendants for an interview.
I went to Google and tried to read everything about him that I could find on the internet. I learned he traveled from Vietnam to France in 1900 to attend the World Expo in Marseille and wrote a whole book about his journey and reflection on the people he met. I even found a painting of his team during that trip. Guess what, I got his eyebrows! Besides being a scholar, my ancestor was also a mandarin, a diplomat, and a teacher. When I became a high school teacher, my dad used to proudly tell everyone we had 4 generations of teacher in my family. My great grandfather, my grandfather, himself, and me. Now I know I was the 11th generations to continue that streak.
I feel so proud of my ancestors and whatever good things I inherited from them. Sometimes, I wonder if my great great great great grandfather also has bad attitude when he is hungry. I know my dad does. Since I owe to my daughter the idea of tracing back to my roots, I set my mind to collect as much information as I could.
When she is older, I can teach her about our roots, so she could look up and strive to be a great person.