When I was in kindergarten, there was a rumor running around my class that if you swallowed grape seeds, the seeds would grow in your stomach. This was before the advent of seedless grapes.
Also, two other little girls had a solemn discussion about how, if you got poked in the eye, āthe black spotā (pupil) would leak out on your face, and you would be blind.
My parents always made sure to give me and my sisters information about our bodies that was as understandable as they could make it for our pre-school brains, so I immediately thought, āYou are so stupid!ā
And began a sad career in education because, from then until graduation from high school, I could not stop announcing it to people.
My parentsā love of informational accuracy backfired when I started fifth grade, made a comment in homeroom to some little girl, got overheard by the teacher, and was given the homework of writing (one hundred times), āI will not talk in class.ā Momma was not happy.
Thatās when I learned that Scotch-Irish Presbyterians can do malocchio very well. Hell hath no fury like a mama disobeyed.
(from Korea in Beauty)
And here is the power of nature, love, beauty, compassion, and mostly good humor who was my Momma in 1944, age 19.
My grandmother had the photo on her mantelpiece for years along with pictures of my five aunts, sons-in-law, grandchildren, her parents and cousins. You think Korean genealogy is complex? Ha!
To stay on topic, There is a family drama I saw on DramaFever that turned me from K-dramas to T-dramas for a while. (T-dramas do family crankiness very charmingly, if I can put it that way.) It was in the early days of āThe Wave,ā and I donāt think that Korean TV networks quite understood how valuable it might be to tone down the theme that seemed to run through the story line.
āYou canāt marry him because heās not Korean/not Korean-looking enough. You ESPECIALLY canāt marry him because he canāt even speak Korean, uses chopsticks like a moron, and doesnāt know how to tell your Halmoni from his elbow. Will he be allowed to get within a thousand pyeongs of our family register? Hell, no!ā
Plus production values were TER. RIB. BLE.
As usual, I can see it clearly in my mindās eye . . . but of course, gentle reader, you cannot.