Yesterday I visited my uncle who lives in Taipei. During the end of the 1940s, he was a boy in China, and visiting his uncle in the army. When the losing army withdrew to Taiwan, they took him with them in the chaos.
He exchanged a few letters with my grandparents, but later communications were severed between China and Taiwan. There was no more contact between them for the next 40 years. My grandfather passed away without seeing his son again.
My mother met my uncle for the first time at age 41.
But that's a story for another day.
I visited his house yesterday, and he brought out a photo album of old photos. Some were from his own life, and some were sent by my parents throughout the years.
This was sent by my grandfather before communications were severed. It's my grandparents and four of their children. That's my mother in the upper right.
I stared at this photo for at least ten minutes. The facial features of each of my uncles are clearly visible in the faces of these children.
On the back of the photo is a caption written by my grandfather, labeling each of the people. It is the only time in my life that I've seen my grandfather's handwriting. I couldn't stop staring at it.
A picture from my toddler days in China. That's my grandmother, then me (looking super-fat), and my mother (looking super-gorgeous).
This is a photo of my parents and me. My parents sent my uncle this photo years ago as a keepsake.
I really like the pants I'm wearing in the picture. I think I'm going to buy a pair just like that, and wear them around Google.