My mother and I did a day trip down to Harrogate, which seemed to be a posh little town an hour or so away from Bradford by coach. It had a little shopping strip and everything was neatly manicured and aesthetically pleasing. This is where my brother and sister grew up as kids and went to school. It's also where my dad once worked as a dishwasher in a Chinese restaurant, before marrying my mom. When they married and moved to Bradford, he used to take my brother down to Harrogate to the movie cinema to catch Bruce Lee films.
Here I am standing by a tunnel - the same tunnel that appears in a photograph of my brother as a baby, taken in the 1960s.
Next to that tunnel is my parents' old laundromat. Yep, before the Fish and Chips place in Bradford, they made do with a Chinese laundry, pictured below. This place has a lot of bad memories for my family, namely my mother and my sister. This is where my second brother was born and where he developed a fever as a baby that went untreated and consequently caused severe brain damage. It made my mother sad to see this place. My sister remembers this place not as a home but as a workplace where she laboured for hours doing laundry. A lot of people seem to live and work in the same space, but this looks like it's been converted into being solely a living space. I wonder what the people would think if they knew all the history about where they live.
Liverpool. Did you know it's the site of the oldest Chinatown in Europe? There was a placard up stating so. It's quite small, like maybe one or two streets, but there was a Chinese association club that had my father's name on the membership list hanging on the wall. He used to go there as a youth and play dominoes in the corner.
Uncle Jimmy and his wife took us shopping at Morrisson's, a not-as-fancy as Marks and Spencer type supermarket, where I was DELIGHTED to see that they have an ENTIRE SECTION devoted to PIES!! And speaking about pies, just this past weekend, I discovered that Jackson's Meats on 4th Avenue in Kits, right here in Vancouver, carries British meat pies, including the elusive Mince Meat Pie!!!! AMAZING!!!! My new favourite store!!!





Oh I love this entry. So much history, drama, and tragedy too! Your parents truly had the quintessential immigrant experience. Imagine being a fly on the wall during that time to witness all this.
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