This month the Hmong New Year is once again alive with festivities, food, and culture around parts of the world. Here, in Colorado, the Hmong New Year always takes place the weekend after Thanksgiving. I hope to go again for the food, performances, and to see my younger sibling’s band, One Sun One Moon (OSOM), play on stage.
In honor of this special occasion, I want to share something I had worked on earlier this year. It’s an old photo that I love and tried to restore.
The people in the photo are my uncle (Mom’s older brother), his wife, and a relative. It was taken in Laos maybe close to 40+ years ago.
Below is the before image. Above, I pretty much only cleaned up the scratches and crinkles on their faces.
My uncle still lives in Laos. I don’t know very much about him, his wife, and their family. It is sad that I don’t know because I wish I did. Once in a while I’ll get some information from Mom but I don’t know any of their names and can’t put names to faces. Mom is the second youngest of 7 siblings (I think there are 7…I don’t even know for sure!) and she is in her early 60’s.
Sometimes I find it strange to be brought up in a completely different culture (American) than the one my parents grew up in.
We usually celebrate my sister’s birthday when we gather for Thanksgiving dinner at my parent’s place.
How time flies.
I remember when we were only kids. Innocent. Free spirited. Full of happiness. I also remember the fights and the VHS music video we created. My sister sang to “All Cried Out” by Lisa Lisa and the Cult Jam. She even dressed herself in one half girl and the other half a guy with a five o’clock shadow. I’d love to see that again!! Anyway, I created a cute card for my sister. You can see it, here.
Not sure what my dad was doing here…talking, but what about? I don’t know. Kylie and Logan as always are stuck together like glue and going for the cake.
Photo credits: actions by dbox.tumblr.com.
Hmong New Year
The Colorado Hmong New Year Festival was slow again this year. Everything reminded me of the one last year except for the Miss Hmong Colorado Competition. That’s a whole other story though. I left annoyed.
In the vending area, there was really nothing new offered. This was the only clothes rack.
And these were pretty much the hats.
The HNY in Colorado is dying.
[Kida in Hmong Clothes]
Kida’s school celebrated Heritage Day last Friday. Only a few student’s dressed up in their heritage clothes but almost everyone brought food! I was too busy taking photos and didn’t get the chance to try all the food. Most of the food were American though (rice crispy treats, cinnamon buns, deviled eggs, etc.). Husband and I were not able to find clogs to purchase since the Dutch store we went to was a deli and only had clogs for display. We did get Kida some black licorice as her Dutch food though.
Before the celebration, Kida was given a blank family tree paper to fill in. She was excited to learn that she’s related to Brenda Song. Really, she’s not related to Brenda in anyway, but Kida’s great grandmother’s maiden name is Xiong (spelled differently but it is the same Hmong last name and pronounced the same) which to her is close enough to being related. LOL! She also learned that on her Dutch side, she loves her great grandmother’s first name (on her grandfather’s side), Wilhelmina, and her great grandmother’s maiden name (on her grandmother’s side), Rosenthal, and concluded that her perfect name would be Wilhelmina Rosenthal.
Anyway, Happy Thanksgiving!