Deborah Wei’s parents came to the U.S. from China in the 1960’s.

When they settled in the Philadelphia suburbs, they were the only Asian family in the neighborhood. 

Deborah came to StoryCorps with her daughter Kaia Chau to remember how her mom began to feel at home…

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Deborah Wei (DW) and Kaia Chau (KC):

DW: My mom, she was a really good cook. She was pretty amazing because I think all of this stuff was either memories from back home or just self taught. You know, like, what can I find in this new place that I can use and improvise? She would learn how to make Hungarian goulash and it’s like how she learned English.

And I came home from school one day and she gave me something to eat and she said, How is it? Is it groovy? And she said, I heard it on TV. I 

She liked to garden, but she didn’t believe in flowers. Like, there was no utility. So it was always vegetables and fruits. And she had some beautiful tomatoes growing in the back.

But I remember we came back once and all her tomatoes had been pulled off and thrown against our house. 

And so I remember that was one time where she just really broke down. I know that for my mom, when we moved here to Philly, it was very isolating for her. There were kids that used to just ching chong and pull their eyes.

My parents didn’t like to talk about being Chinese. We didn’t grow up speaking Chinese, but we’d go every week down to Chinatown and buy groceries. This is where we can find the things that are familiar to us and that no one’s going to laugh at us.

I even remember once my mom had tried to buy a cleaver because we use that a lot in Chinese cooking. And, like, people thought she was a mass murderer or something. And she could not find a cleaver anywhere. But, in Chinatown it’s like which one do you want? And so, I think for my mom, Chinatown was, like, having a sense of roots.

KC:  I also think about how Chinatown was such an important place to your mom. And even though I never met her, I feel like I have a responsibility. It’s very Chinese value to feel that you have a responsibility to your elder that you haven’t even met, but to, you know, sort of preserve it for her.  

If I ever have kids, I will instill that into them. I really hope to pass on your mom’s story and teach them about how hard their ancestors worked to, like, get them to where they are and lead their life thinking about that.