{"id":3004,"date":"2018-12-21T11:54:09","date_gmt":"2018-12-21T03:54:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/alum.tngs.tn.edu.tw\/wordpress\/?p=3004"},"modified":"2021-05-21T12:06:41","modified_gmt":"2021-05-21T04:06:41","slug":"%e9%82%a3%e4%b8%80%e6%97%a5%e8%8b%97%e7%96%86%e6%98%a5%e6%9a%96%ef%bc%8c%e8%8a%b3%e8%8f%af%e5%8d%81%e5%85%ab","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/alum.tngs.tn.edu.tw\/wordpress\/2018\/12\/3004\/","title":{"rendered":"\u90a3\u4e00\u65e5\u82d7\u7586\u6625\u6696\uff0c\u82b3\u83ef\u5341\u516b"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

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When Chang Yi Ling \uff08\u9673\u4e00\u73b2\uff09 contacted me 6 months ago about our high school\u2019s 40th year reunion, I wavered for months, not sure whether to go or not.\u00a0 It has been exactly 40 years since I left Taiwan in February 1978, about 6 months before my graduation.\u00a0 I took out my old high school photos and could not remember many names. Nor could I recall specific encounters with individual school mates during my two and half years at that all-girl high school in Tainan. I wondered how my classmates have changed and whether they still remember me and whether I could recognize their faces now. The photos brought back memories of a folk dance we performed at the Tainan City sports stadium, the annual track and field Olympic game we partook and the drama competition we were asked to create and perform. I remember that our class selected Pinocchio, a Disney\u2019s folk tale of a wooden boy who lied and caused his nose to grow. Pinocchio ran away for a wild adventure and fell prey to evil and dangerous merchants but he finally redeemed himself and became a real boy after demonstrating bravery and rescuing his father from the stomach of a big black whale.\u00a0 I remember spending hours putting together the play, searching for appropriate music to accompany the various plot lines, and begging classmates to take part and assuming the character\u2019s true nature and acting without fear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Su ZhaoRon \uff08\u8607\u662d\u84c9\uff09the reunion organizer who was in my 67-311 class, said I was the class leader, a role I honestly had no memory of. I did not think I was popular.\u00a0 There was also one event that I could never forget\u2013 a speech contest in front of the whole school of more than 1000. As I recall, my brain froze and went totally blank as I walked onto the stage; I could not find a single word to say and stood for what seemed like the longest minutes in my life. I ran off feeling thoroughly humiliated and went sobbing in my history teacher\u2019s (teacher Liu Shu Wen) dorm room until I could no longer breathe.\u00a0 I wonder if anyone else remember that episode which remains vivid in my brain. As I looked back, the experience still aches.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dancing has been one my passion since childhood. When ZhaoRon \uff08\u662d\u84c9\uff09suggested that we restored and brought back the old glory of our folk dancing competition for the reunion celebration, I signed up enthusiastically.\u00a0 It would be fun, I said to Wang Xiang-Yu, \uff08\u738b\u6e58\u7389\uff09another fellow dance partner from that folk dancing gig 40 years ago.\u00a0 In addition, I had hoped to reconnect with long lost school mates by collaborating on this project.\u00a0 Having lived abroad for four decades, I wonder sometimes where I belong. My Chinese has grown embarrassingly rusty. I have forgotten many words and often stutter when I speak as I search in vain for appropriate expressions.\u00a0 I wonder if I would I be a stranger to people whom I would meet at the reunion and whether I would be accepted. At the same time, I wanted my two boys of mixed heritage to know where I came from, to experience Taiwanese culture and to feel connected to the place I once called home.\u00a0 On an impulse, I volunteer to have Tristan (\u767d\u6e90\uff09my younger son of 22) play for our dance performance, which ultimately led to his older brother (\u767d\u5dba-Ethan of 28) producing the musical number we used for the dance. We started with a simple folk melody which I found on the internet called \u201cThe Sun Has Risen.\u201d \uff08\u592a\u967d\u51fa\u4f86\u4e86\uff09 Ethan then used an electronic key board to add additional dialogue and to mix various sound tracks together, including bells, drum and Tristan\u2019s violin paying the main theme. It took some time and much arm-twisting, including bribery of a delicious Thanks-giving meal and mother\u2019s gentle nagging. I felt much relieved after \uff08\u9673\u6587\u6dd1\uff09\u00a0 Chang WenShu\u2019s blessed the hastily put together song for our dance.\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n

With WenShu\u2019s ( \u6587\u6dd1\uff09master-minding the dance choreograph and the costume design, we came together as a well-oiled dancing troop; our moves may not have been perfect, but we did it with so much joy and confidence. Look at all the smile at the end. Furthermore, it was more than the steps and the formation \u2013 we had so much fun, getting together the day before, doing the final touches and trying our costume and rehearsing as a group for the first time. We talked, laugh and talked more let\u2019s into the night as time seems to fly by. In the process, I also found my history teacher who consoled me in that fateful failed speech episode years ago and whom I have missed so much ever since I left in 1978.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My family came as guests to this beautiful city of my birth place – Tainan and were welcomed and embraced with open arms.\u00a0 My husband and two boys even got an importune architecture tour of the old Tainan City from a resident expert, the unassuming celebrated author – Fish\u2019s husband \uff08\u9b5a\u592b.\uff09 We left with tremendous appreciation for the beauty of the City and its people and a gratitude for the warmth and love so generously given by all those we met, not to mention the many delicious meals and \u201clittle eats\u201d we shared with\u00a0 many friends and family. As my eldest son Ethan said after watching and recording our final performance at the reunion, \u201cMom, you guys are pretty cool.\u201d\u00a0 \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n\n\n\n

With all our .\u00a0(\u6587\/\u767d\u5049\u9e97\uff0c67\u7d1a)<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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