Authors: Wayson Choy
“Run, Sekky!” Stepmother shouted. “Run!”
I ran down the stairs, half jumping each plank as Meiying had taught me how, unafraid. Mr. O’Connor told the metallic voice on his phone to send an ambulance to our street. He gave Mrs. Lim’s address and Mrs. Lim’s name. Then he shut the door behind him. Mrs. O’Connor peeked through a crack in the window.
We waited and waited. Perhaps the ambulance was slow because it was wartime, but I still recall Mrs. Lim saying, between bitter tears, “We are Chinese; they take their time.”
And then they finally arrived.
One of the ambulance men seemed gruff, as if we were unclean, as if the task was crazy, climbing up those two rickety flights of stairs. The other man was polite and had a kind voice. But it did not matter. When they reached Meiying’s room, there was no movement, except Stepmother’s nodding head.
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, Stepmother said they put a blanket over Meiying; the one with the kind voice said he would have to get more straps and a different dolly from the ambulance. There was no hurry, the other said. First the police would have to come, then a doctor. And after all, they didn’t want to break their necks over these dangerous stairs.
Stepmother came down and took my hand and walked with me back into our house. Mrs. Lim, sobbing, came with us. Father held her hand. Kiam had taken Liang and Jung to Third Uncle’s place in Chinatown.
Stepmother went upstairs to her bedroom.
I thought of Meiying and her whispering together in that room, sitting before the dresser mirror, sharing Three Flowers perfume, easily chatting away, fluttering voices, like butterflies of palest amber, gossiping.
I followed her upstairs.
She was looking in the dresser mirror, with an old silk shawl around her shoulders. It was the one with gold flowers that her girlhood friend in Old China had given her when she herself was just a girl, a shawl Meiying had once admired, as girls will. I thought, as Meiying must have often thought, how lovely she looked. Her eyes were wet.
“Mother,” I said. “I’m here.”
She reached out to me. I took her hand and pressed into her palm the carved pendant Grandmama had left to me.
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OR EARLY ENCOURAGEMENT
and support, heartfelt acknowledgement to Earle Birney, Jan de Bruyn, William and Alice McConnell, Cherie Smith, and Jacob Zilber.
For her identification of the dozen dialects extant during Vancouver’s early Chinatown history, I wish to acknowledge Amy Tang of the Language Institute (Canton). For their generous advice, colloquial translations, evocative late-night discussions of the past, and for information on Old China and North American Chinese phrases and sayings, I thank Kathleen Chim, Richard Fung, Paul Andrew Kay, Toy Lowe, Paul Yee, and my colleague Alfred Shin. Thanks also to Marsha Ablowitz, Lena Chow, Randy Enomoto, Angela Fina, King Lee, Ann McNeil, Patricia Reid, Almeta Speaks, Earle Toppings, and Larry Wong.
Appreciation to Patsy Aldana, Ray Jones, Judith Knelman, Saeko Usukawa, Jim Wong-Chu, and not least, Denise Bukowski. And for her unstinting, frank advice throughout my struggles with this first book, I especially thank Mary Jo Morris.
Appreciation to friends and relatives of my Vancouver Chinatown years; and to my former associates at Cahoots Theatre Projects, and to the many supportive colleagues and friends at Humber College, Toronto.
Grateful acknowledgement to the Toronto Arts Council for their award of a writer’s grant in support of the early stages of this work.
And, not least, appreciation to the members of my extended families, the Noseworthys, Schweishelms and Zilbers, and to certain loyal companions throughout the decades—you have kept me going, always.
Readers interested in Chinese Canadian communities in British Columbia can view digitized photographs and documents from several archived collections at the University of British Columbia Library’s Web site:
www.library.ubc.ca/chineseinbc
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