ABRAHAM LAM – THE BOY
My dad’s father was the headmaster of a village school, a huge 6-foot tall scholar with a baby face. Kind, gentle, loving, and very much respected in the village. My dad was the eldest of his 3 children. As the eldest boy in the family, he was loaded with responsibilities. He had to help his mom in tending the family live stocks of pigs, goats and a cow, in feeding the poultry and planting vegetables in the backyard, carrying water from the well to the kitchen, collecting fire woods, and an endless list of household chores. Besides helping his mom, he had to run little errands for his dad in the school. He was also the school janitor. At home, oftentimes he had to baby-sit his little sister and brother. In spite of his triple responsibilities, which was more than a full time job, dad still found time and energy to play other roles in the village.
a) A teacher – giving private tuition to students who needed help in catching upwith their school work.
b) A mediator – whenever there was a major dispute or problem in the village, dad was able to give an opinion or solution acceptable to all the parties concerned.
c) A detective – Because of his many playmates and friends who are his eyes and ears, dad was able to quickly trace out who was the culprit when somebody had stolen something from somebody.
d) A sharp shooter – Dad’s father, who being very pleased with his diligent work at home and at school, gave him a hunting rifle as a gift. Dad loved it and played with it whenever he had time. He was known as a sharp shooter and was always invited to join the village game parties. Dad often brought home birds and hares for mom’s kitchen.
e) A witty boy – Dad was a boy with a stock of jokes, humor and stories. He was the life of all school parties. He brought fun and laughter to all village gatherings.
ABRAHAM THE MAN
His role in the revolution and in the new born Republic
As I mentioned earlier, I leave this part to historians to write and to comment. I was not born yet at that time. I had no first hand information in the historic events. However, history remembers my dad and makes him stand out as a hero and a leader in battles during the revolution. His dauntless spirits and his dedication to the cause will be high lighted in the pages of history of China. Those were the early days when the Republic was still in its cradle, and the nation was fighting desperately for a place in the World of Democracy and Freedom. I wrote an article in WordPress titled ‘Escape from the Jaws of Death’ , telling the story of an insurgent plot to kill the President and my Dad, and all the Ministers and Officials in the Presidential Headquarters. It was a very narrow and hazardous escape. Impenetrable lines and lines of insurgent soldiers were surrounding the Presidential Headquarters. Every streets in the whole city of Canton were guarded and patrolled by the insurgent troops searching and questioning every passers-by. It was a sure death trap. But my Dad and the President out-witted them all and came out of it unharmed. This historic melodramatic event was recorded and applauded in some history books.
RETIREMENT PHASE OF HIS LIFE
In the 4,000 years of Chinese culture, it was the retirement dreams of people of all walks of life, to return to the quiet life in a village of natural beauty and peace. My dad had his dreams come true when he retired from his active military services and rejoined his family with 21 kids. He had chosen for us a permanent home by the seaside in a quaint fishing village about 16 miles from downtown Hong Kong.
A home by the seaside
Our home was situated at the seaside overlooking a winding bay which stretches out to sea. The house was like a painter sitting in front of a panoramic view of the sea and sky. The bay, blue as jade and sparking with waves under the sun, was dotted here and there with exotic fishing boats, going out to sea or coming home with their catches. The sky was a dome of blue, displaying dreamy clouds,with ever-changing shapes of horses, dragons, whales, dolphins … in their various sizes and moods. Such views, such sights would fascinate and inspire any painter, any poet, anybody!
And, in a moonlit night, the bay was like a basin of liquid silver, so unreal, so like magic. Moonlight, beaming down upon the earth, would take us by the hand and lead us waltzing away to another planet of dreams. Dreams of strange adventures in the outer space.
No lack of Entertainment
There was no lack of entertainment in this quaint little village. The Big Circus would come around once every year, which grownups as well as children anxiously looked forward to. Elephants, lions, tigers, horses and all sorts of circus animals would be transported into the village, and the big tops put up. It was then great excitement in the villages for miles and miles around. There were then parades of Circus animals and clowns, flower floats with bands playing and pretty costumed dancers dancing. The streets were lined up with crowds and crowds of cheering kids and curious adults. Tickets were sold out quickly and every show was fully packed.
Then there were the Annual Chinese New Year Operas, showing the Classic Chinese Operas with colorful costumes and exotic Chinese instrumental music. There were also street shows of “Lion Dances” .. “Kung Fu Dances” .. and Ethnic Tribes Dancers in their attractive traditional clothes.. etc.etc.
Such were occasions of infinite excitements for all the villagers!
Sun-deck, Moon-deck, Star-deck And A miniature Hollywood Bowl
Our home, a huge village type house with many rooms, had a huge kitchen and dining room much like a school canteen. Pots and pans hung around kitchen walls. Barrels of foods and drinks lined up at kitchen corners. The dining room had tables of different sizes with table-cloths of different colors and designs to suit the different tastes and moods of the family. At dinner times, Grand-parents, Parents and visiting Guests sat at the Head Table, and kids packed themselves at the tables befitting their ages and sizes. Meals were served and dishes were cleaned by house maids. The prime hours of the evenings were after dinner meals, when everybody moved out onto the Sun-deck which would turn into a Moon-deck or Star-deck when the Moon or the Stars began to shine. To us the deck was like a miniature Hollywood Bowl, where Grandma and Mom, who were great story-tellers, told their inexhaustible old time legends and stories. Grandpa would gather as many kids around him as he possibly could, with the smaller ones climbing up onto his laps and shoulders. He liked watching them playing games, yelling, laughing, chasing each other. They would sing songs and perform dances which they learned at school. The climax of the evening came, when on occasions, such as after a Circus Show or a Chinese Opera Show, the children (some got talents !) would imitate the Circus clowns or the opera singers. They could put up some hilarious shows that made everyone roar with laughter.
God be praised that some of them were born performers. They came on the stage with no rehearsals, no directors. They just did it ! And not bad at all !
Once a soldier always a soldier !
What happened to Abraham the soldier? My dad was never able to wean himself of his habits and lifestyle of a soldier. He had thick dark hair and could let it grow as attractive as Valentino. But he still kept his army short-cut hair which nowadays in the United States is called the ‘ G.I. cut ‘ ! He said it was a no-fuss-cut ! with which he could jump into a shower anytime and keep himself clean from sweat or dirt. He was always an early bird – getting up with the first light of dawn. He love watching the gorgeous sunrise ! He said those were moments of magnificent colors and infinite inspirations. When he was in the army, those were moments for him to make his battle plans, which often surprised himself as well as his enemies.
His morning exercises were a 1/2 hour run along the freeway or railway nearby our home. He would then eat his breakfast like a hungry tiger. There were 2 hours every afternoon reserved solely for his study of Chinese classics and calligraphy.
He would not let his spare time run waste. He would make repairs around home, or trim trees, or clear away clutter – always doing something.
* A quiet peaceful Retirement Life ? *
Such things do not exist in the world of Abraham! Contrary to what he thought, my dad’s retirement turned out to be busier than he ever was – the word ‘busy’ in his dictionary took up several pages. He was truly busier than a bumble-bee.
*Abraham the swimmer*
He was a born swimmer, like having propellers in his feet, he would spin around in ponds, streams, rivers, lakes and sea. He said swimming had once saved his life when he
was actively involved in the revolution and the Imperial troops were searching everywhere for him day and night. There was one night when his only chance of escape was swimming out to sea, taking refuge in fishing boats, disguising as one of the fishermen. He was finally taken to safety at another port.
His retirement dreams came true when he could enjoy to his heart’s content those beautiful sandy beaches or picturesque mountain streams, which were abundantly
found nearby his retirement home at the seaside. His greatest joy was to take his family of 21 kids out to swim. He would hire a motor boat to explore those quiet bays with golden sandy beaches. We would anchor our boat. Mom would cook on board some simple noodle meals for us. We could then eat, swim and snorkel there all day. Other times, dad would take the family for a long hike up the mountains till we reached our favorite natural pond with water running down from a mini waterfall. There again, we could swim with the cliffs echoing back loud and clear our screams and our laughter. Mom always made sure that she had prepared enough food to feed the 21 hungry mouths of kids.
* Abraham the hunter *
My dad was fond of hunting. He loved to get into the deep forests to have a closer view of nature with all its trees, plants and animals. China is the best place to find such magnificent and spectacular forests. So, his retirement plans included organizing hunting parties in China with his hunting friends. They would map out target trips during the months of Autumn when weather was mild and wild animals and birds were abundant for hunting. There was one year, the hunting party brought back a baby tiger and a baby
deer from China and Dad presented them to the Zoological Garden in Hong Kong.
* The Mountain Trail Hiker *
In the Kowloon Peninsular, across from the Island of Hong Kong, there are some very picturesque mountains with queer shaped peaks which people can see and
admire from miles away. The most popular of these mountains are :-
a) The big foggy mountains – As the name suggests, they are most of the time covered in thick fog. On a cold wintry day, people like to drive up to the tops to see the frosted trees and plants and the mountainside thinly covered with snow. It is
an exciting sight for the local residents who rarely see any frost or snow.
b) The Horse-saddle Mountain – A comparatively low mountain, very green and beautiful, like a horse-saddle sitting along the side of a bay. It is easy to climb and is very pleasant to roam around on a weekend.
c) The 8 Fairies Mountains – so called because it is a chain of mountains with 8 steep peaks towering on the tops of these mountains which look like 8 fairies sitting up there, blessing the villages down below. These mountains are popular for their exquisite scenery and spectacular views. There are innumerable rock cliffs, caves, water falls, streams, murmuring brooks,cascading rapids … for the adventurers to explore, ….for the photographers, painters poets to amuse and enjoy. My dad liked most of all those almost endless trails for hiking. At every turn of the trails, there is a different view to charm you and to give you the feeling of entering in a fairy land.
My dad was a frequent hiker on those trails with his ardent friends. There were a few occasions when he wanted to take his children along. He would announce his wishes at Breakfast! And we, his 21 kids, knowing well that we were only Ducks ! and NOT Goats ! and that those high mountain trails are No Place for Ducks ! We ran and hid, disappeared like a breeze ! Dad quickly and loudly yelled, ” Come back ! Come back ! Those who come hiking with me will have a nice supper with me at the restaurant and each will get on top a silver coin ! ” 21 kids quickly reappeared like little ghosts from behind nowhere ! The mountains would then witness the strange sight of 21 little ducks trailing behind their dad – happily parading and waggling their little tails.
With a little song we used to sing as kids.
Row, row, row your boat gently down the stream.
Merrily, merrily, merrily !
Merrily !
Life is but a Dream !
!!! !!!