What’s the old saying, “Mother knows best”?
If you’re a new reader, my mother is from South Korea, and has nothing for the ‘young, fat, smiling’ . . . . Kim Jong Un.
I’d like to say, “She already said so”, too . . . . but you don’t even know what she said to me.
It’s probably impossible for you to visualize an older Korean woman, who looks two decades or more . . . . younger than her real age. (To record her would be total disrespect, plus more than that . . . . and besides my devices pretty much suck! So you’re just flat-out of luck . . . . if it happened to cross your mind.)
She has an accent I can’t duplicate or imitate, and her English is really good, accompanied with a sense of humor using words so delicately placed . . . . and then again, not. My mother has not ever, in fact, either parent . . . . does not curse.
My mother remembers prior to WWII, when Korea was one entire country, and therefore has no respect for the “young, fat boy . . . . a puppet, smiling, showing his teeth, and playing with his toys”.
When I sat down to talk with her the other day about growing up during WWII . . . . the conversation went on and on, but she also mentioned that to this day:
“North Korea’s got nothing of their own. [He’s] a puppet to Russia and China.”
She so dislikes him, he doesn’t warrant the mention of his name, or perhaps the need of retention. I honestly don’t know . . . . yet.
(This is my first time of writing on the go, because I’ve learned that sometimes story lines are fleeting like loose flakes . . . . blowing in the snow.)
Okay, I’m back.
My American Korean mother calls the guy in North Korea . . . . a “fat boy”. She doesn’t use his name, because she says, “it’s not worth remembering“.
She also said,
“After you reach over [her general age category] everyone younger starts to looks-a like a kid, like great grand kids almost.”
She used to sound like my mom, right? That was it . . . just my mother. Now I’m listening ultra closely to her lovely accent (as they are all fascinatingly beautiful to me, even here in America with dialects) and trying to quote her phonetically . . . . that one was by memory, but also confirmed.
As usual, and all throughout life . . . . it diverted our subject matter (and you thought it was just me . . . . What ADHD? Poor writing skills? [Maybe.] . . . . BAH! Join in! It’s my intercultural Korean family, we talk around everything and have a good time . . . . in this warm-hearted house.)
Anyway . . . .
I missed her on the fly, while having casual conversation. She really made me laugh! But as soon as it came out of her mouth . . . . neither one of us could remember her words verbatim. I’m talking NOTHING AT ALL!
Gee, I wonder why? It’s her spontaneity , . . . almost like comedy gold.
What’s really cool about my very American Korean mother, is that she doesn’t mind when I laugh at her . . . . because after she says something that makes me laugh, she isn’t laughing back!
Imagine that . . . . I’m doing what she used to get in trouble for in South Korea. It’s one of the reasons she wanted to leave for America, to escape the stern faces . . . . to be free to smile and laugh . . . . yet so much more than we could ever imagine.
I do recall she was all over the North Korean ‘fat boy’, saying,
“He better watch out or he’s going to get high blood pressure, next to those puny soldiers . . . . they looks so skinny standing beside him.”
That part wasn’t funny, and I could hear it in her tone, because her goal is to make sure her loved ones are always well fed and have plenty of their favorite foods. She also remembers as a child, hearing that one of her several beloved brothers was captured by North Koreans and managed to escape.
Her humor is probably more the tone of her voice and inflection, while knowing her heart is huge . . . . yet something within is equally stern and once intimidated me.
As I protect her, she still protects me because we have an inherent, inseparable, loving, staunch solidarity . . . . but she has nothing for North Korea, Communism, (or being treated like a second class citizen), and knows deep down North Korea is still controlled because some things did not change since WWII.
Besides that, she has friends who still watch Korean News, and Korean television shows. That’s something my mother has steered very clear of, because she told me, “I left [it] and can’t stand to see anymore of that ‘stuff’.” In that instance, I was seeking translation for the following, which is all propaganda in North Korea.
Courtesy of KCNA Watch:
It was made abundantly clear when the young man stole the propaganda poster, and received his due punishment for theft, and lack of respect in North Korea . . . . with hard labor camp.
Rarely outside of family and friends would others remember names of such people. I had to go back and look it up . . . . his name is Otto Wambier.
The touring company was based out of where? China.
Why? Because of their Communist and economic, or overpowering/controlling relationship with North Korea over the many decades.
Here via MSN:
China is by far North Korea’s biggest trading partner, accounting for 92 percent of two-way trade last year. It also provides hundreds of thousands of tonnes of oil and fuel to the impoverished regime.
“Impoverished regime” . . . . let that marinate and slosh around within your cranium for a bit.
Well, as much as I love my American Korean mother, I still have to research facts . . . . right?
She’s correct about Kim Jong Un being referred to as a “puppet”, and he reportedly doesn’t like it, or didn’t . . . . by his half-brother . . . . this young man. The last we heard of him . . . . was February 16, 2017.
Do you remember his genuine smiling face? How about his name?
Maybe this will ring a bell:
“He was very cheerful and mingled easily,” the friend said, adding that Kim was also engaged in some unspecified charity work to help Koreans, except they were from the south. “He was very humane, he used to help many people here, particularly fellow citizens from South Korea … It is a shame he was not given the chance to live longer.”
Emphasis mine, yet the entire statement is a link . . . . courtesy the South China Morning Post.
The half-brother of North Korean leader Kim Jong Un . . . . Kim Jong Nam. He was murdered, and believed to be executed by his half-brother . . . . and/or the politically impoverish regime, leader/puppet . . . . Kim Jong Un.
There is no way to make this short and sweet. China and Russia do have interests in North Korea. More so, it appears China, and that situation has become a mess since his dad Kim Jong Il . . . . began everything he now has his unwitting, immature, unworldly faculties within, upon and in his disposal.
None of it, do we know the extent to which is true, because everything in North Korea we see is posed . . . . unless someone smuggles photographs out.
Regarding the last photo: I did ask my mother why is the desk, chair, and electronics on a gravel road . . . . on a mountain hillside, carved out, like where is it getting electricity? Why is it just sitting there randomly in the middle of gravel road up there? And what in the world is he hugging about?”
She sat there and tried not to laugh . . . . hesitated, and said, “I don’t know” . . . . Now this is where you REALLY have to know her. It’s all in her tone. Much of what I hear is in her voice.
I can hear her “thinking” the word “stupid”, along with another phrase (nothing vulgar) . . . . in Korean. I’m fortunate to be a monoglot, who knows a few words in Korean . . . . it was enough to embarrass her for a short season . . . . in life.
My mother’s life was deeply scarred by two wars, please remember that. Once traumatized, each person’s view on life is forever changed. Trauma can happen to anyone, even by the death of a loved one.
The potential of this alleged murderous, potentially traumatized, and publicly humiliated communist youngster who’s threatening rapid nuclear proliferations (NNEP and EMP) . . . . use against the United States, at the behest of “a voice” that may be real, (only to him . . . . for all we know) . . . . with an absolute statement which no human being should ever say . . . (that would be “never”), whilst unrealistically carrying it out:
(Feel free to breathe too.)
The U.S. should be fully aware that as long as it persists with intense political, economic and military confrontation with the DPRK in defiance of its repeated stern warning, the former will never be able to avoid its permanent extinction. (KCNA Watch)
So, what topic’s caught your eye? So many issues fly by!
Do you have any idea how many different topics there are about which I write . . . . and do my best . . . . not be dry . . . . like eating and swallowing burnt toast?
It’s my break from such a harsh reality in life, OK? Because it’s not over yet.
So, here’s to America’s Military in South Korea!
I had a hard time looking at the details in the last photo, because I examine everything. The top photo is healthy, right? The American’s name on his cap is “Young” as in youth, vigor, etc.
Now look at the lower photo and begin on the left:
- Notice his hand clinched tightly in a fist? His left hand is muscular too.
- The middle soldier’s eyes are much too swollen, look at HIS left hand (it’s on your right) . . . it appears to be bruised.
- Finally, the soldier on the right . . . . his nose appears to have been broken at least once, if not more. Plus my mother is right, they appear to be “skinny”, too.
Remember, Korea was once an entire country and families have been separated for decades. That means many are dying that have not seen their loved ones since WWII began.
My heart breaks, because my mother has been back to South Korea . . . . only twice since coming to America, and therefore everything has a lot to do with her attitude. It was another major sacrifice she made for her freedom . . . . “greener grass”, only to be shunned, treated like a second class citizen at home and in public, broke barriers for other “orientals” to work . . . . and work in a factory for decades.
So when was there time to take a vacation? Leave her family SHE supported financially, because she worked so FAST . . . . to go back to Korea? Vacations were only two weeks and designated by the factory.
Or better yet, the money.
My mother’s work was so perfect, she was given special requests . . . . and one was for the shoes of the legendary Bob Hope. You may remember him, he entertained the troops religiously overseas and brought many smiles to America.
She kept the feet of businessmen very, very comfortable . . . . in their expensive business suits, closing business deals, and nobody ever gave a it thought. The woman behind their wealth and comfort, was my mother from South Korea . . . . splitting her last twenty dollars . . . . with another family having trouble making ends meet, when we didn’t have much of our own.
Lest ye forget . . . . Human beings are human beings.
Some individuals are . . . . evil.