I know my mother Kimchi according to taste. I can also realize that it is her friends, who often stopped at my childhood home with dishes from other Korean side dishes, or “Panchun”.
Because of them, I always linked the sound of the door bell to food. They were moving to us from pickled vegetables and fried roots, my mom would return to charity with her plastic containers packed at the edge, so the cycle will continue.
My parents moved from Korea to the United States in the 1970s and made sure that my siblings were still suffering from Korean culture despite being abroad.
We were in contact with culture through food
This side delinquency is a common practice in Korean societies, referred to by “Nanom Mouneua”. Translated directly, and this means the culture of participation. WithDeptic It is a consumer of time, and gives dishes with a short shelf life. Thus, it makes sense to make dishes in large quantities and share them with others. My mother, who grew up on a farm along the Korean countryside, remembers her mother’s fare to her neighbors and friends. She told me that it was afraid to conduct this delivery at night.
She and her friends will bring the same culture of participation to America, albeit with some modifications. With different ingredients for Improvisation old recipesThey fabricated their basic versions of Bancha: Kimchi made of Kohlrabi, pickled radish rolls made of grilled beef. The side dishes have not been delivered between neighbors who wander around farms, but through Volvo station vehicles and Subaru forests.
These side dishes, though, mean much more than just eating good food. Connected within this culture Participation was a network of parents from the first generation who immigrated from Korea to America, which I still consider many of them an essential part of my upbringing.
They were like a family
My parents’ friends simulated semi -American -American citizens in ways that exceeded the Samaritan neighbors. For my sisters and I, they were also aunts and uncles. Thus, their children were our real cousins. Our families shared every Thanksgiving, Christmas, Mother’s Day and Father’s Day together. We used to put a mark on each other’s trips and extended holidays. Clothes, games, games are exchanged, switched, and distributed. Be the smallest, I always had to choose the crop.
To this day, there is no perfect word to describe what those inside this network means exactly. My friends invite them is unknown, and that the family will be called them from the pet. What’s more is that I have an extended family – the actual extended family – in Korea. However, with my blood relatives, it seemed only right to allow those around me a mistake beside kinship. You are associated with heritage, they define what it means to be Korean. To this day, he translates into my title for the so -called “cousins” into “the older sister” or “the older brother”.
I grew up around other immigrant children
I also grew up with a feeling of gratitude, common feelings among immigrant children. It relates to the decision of our parents to move abroad, because many of us who grew up in this society will carry with us a deep appreciation that would describe the experience of our generation. Sometimes, though, I wonder if it will determine this from the third.
A new generation is formed today. With pride, it includes my daughter’s daughter, Sloan. Sometimes, I am my sisters and I am thinking about how to form our upbringing. The guide appears to be in candy. My parents live closely, playing a strong role in raising them. Sloan, like many others, is raised in a multicultural family – inspired by the values of her parents and parents.
In our generational society, the dedication to presenting our Korean lives. From language to food, Sloan and others surround our society by reminding their roots. While many of the neighborhood children who grew up around the country moved, we are sure to mention those around us that they are more than friends. The distance means that we can no longer deliver some fresh side dishes on a daily basis. But when we visit each other, we offer gifts and remind our new homes.
We can only hope that the experience of the third generation will be rich as much as it was for us, surrounded by the ability of our parents to rely on each other.