I am a Hakka person (客家人).
I can't speak Hakka language (dialect) and I can only partially understand the Hakka language.. so sometimes I can't understand what my Grandma says.. It's funny when she speaks Hakka 话 to me and thinks I understand her.. I sometimes do.. sometimes don't.. she never knows.. haha.. Maybe I never intended/bothered to learn the language, I still can't grasp it.. (My Brother can speak it too)
I was never too interested in the the Hakka culture.. now I am. I want to learn the language.. I want to learn a bit about the Hakka cuisine .. like the most popular ones (e.g 客家釀豆腐, 客家茶果..).. I want to learn a bit about the Hakka culture..
I think my Grandma is a good cook. But she is too old to cook any more... or teach... I feel such a pity that no one in the family can cook like Grandma.. those yummy and traditionally Hakka dishes..
It's such a pity when beautiful things.. traditions... values.. get lost in a generation of people and even more in the next..
I'd better make the most of my time here.. being a Hakka 人。 =P
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Hakka
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Attitude,
Choice,
Community,
Culture,
family,
Random thoughts,
Simple Life.,
Time
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