A Memorable Trip To Recall
Ada Wong ¤ý¤å¯\ ¡¥60
In my younger days air travel was very exciting and I used
to think nothing of taking a trip to Canada or the States in order to attend a
conference or to visit friends and relatives. But, I have long since ceased to
enjoy flying and, while I still make the short flight to my second home in
Sydney quite frequently, the thought of being cooped up in a plane for the best
part of a day on the way to North America has become too onerous. Consequently,
over the last five years, my phone bills have increased dramatically while my
face to face contact with my friends and relatives in your part of the world
has dwindled.
In May, however, my hand was forced when a long
anticipated wedding in Washington was announced. I soon found myself, quite happily, bustling around in search of
the most convenient, and cheapest, airfare and, after a while, this trip seemed
to take on a life of its own as I included side trips to St Louis, Boston,
Toronto, Vancouver and then a return via Tokyo to spend some time with my
nephew.
The wedding in Washington was truly spectacular
in the manner that only Americans can achieve. It was spread over five days and
included a personal White House tour, the ceremony in the Virginia Theological
Seminary, the reception at Fort Lesley J. McNair, innumerable lunches, dinners
and afternoon teas, a little bit of sightseeing and I even found some time to
go shopping. And to cap this memorable experience off, I stayed in a grand old
hotel just across Lafayette Park from the White House.
Perceptions and memories are funny things and, when I look
back on this trip, what really touched my heart was my visit to St Louis to
visit Mrs. Nellie Pun, wife of our late Principal James Pun, and my meeting in
Toronto with Mrs. Ho Lo and two of my old classmates, May Wong(¶À¥H»È) and Christina
Chan(³¯¼z½å).
For many years Mrs. Pun lived in Oakland and on a couple of
occasions I visited her there finding that she was just as busy and no less
gregarious than when she was in Hong Kong. For the last couple of years she
has, to a large extent, stayed with her daughter in St Louis while still
maintaining her Oakland home. In my school days I spent a few months living
with the Puns and their lifestyle was a revelation to my coming, as I did, from
a very strict family. So, my Washington wedding activities completed, I set off
for St Louis. Never having been to this part of the US before I was not at all
sure what to expect so it was very comforting to be met at the airport by Mrs.
Pun and her daughter, Jane, looking much as they did when I last saw them. St
Louis is small in population but large in area and we spent the next two days
gossiping, shoe shopping and seeing some of the tourist sights. It is a clean
and green city and, for me, the most
memorable sights were the fabulous Arch
and the views from the top, the Botanic Gardens with their Japanese Garden and
sculptures from Zimbabwe and last, but definitely not least, sitting in a
quaint, old restaurant on the banks of the mighty Mississippi and having tapas
for dinner.
Toronto, by contrast, is gray and oh so busy! I
seemed to spend hours each day traveling from Mississauga, where my little
brother lives, to Markham where everyone else seems to live and where most of
the nice restaurants are. But meeting with my former St. Mark¡¦s teachers and
friends made the effort well worth while.
All former St. Mark¡¦s students of our age group will
remember Mrs. Ho, whom we address her as Teacher Liu and she knew each and
every student by name. Every organization needs one pivotal administrator;
someone who knows everything about any possible matter and about whom
everything appears to revolve, Mrs. Ho is one such person. From the tuck shop
to employment, I never found her wanting and, indeed, she sent me off on my
first employment as a temporary typist for the princely sum of HKD500 per
month. This might not sound very much until you realize that, years later after
my graduation from UNSW, I earned only $1,000 per month. I had a very nice and
very noisy lunch with Mrs. Ho and a group of former St. Mark¡¦s students where
we talked over old times and brought each other up to date with the activities
of our mutual friends.
I have not seen Christina Chan since we bid farewell as
schoolgirls at our St. Mark¡¦s graduation and May Wong for at least ten years.
It was with some trepidation that I met them on this occasion. Would we
recognize each other? Would we still have things in common to talk about? I need not have worried in the slightest; we
fell back into our easy relationship as though we had seen each other only days
ago.
I have come to understand that, now most of us are retired
or approaching retirement, we should be more rigorous in maintaining contact with
our friends and relatives because what we are today is largely a result of what
we were taught and who influenced and guided us all those years ago.
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