And then?

The Depression. When I was about five, my father resettled us in Hong Kong where it would be easier to make money, and I went to kindergarten there. Eventually, when I was in junior high, World War II broke out, and the Japanese occupied the city. My father couldn’t leave — he needed to protect his home. So he stayed behind with my mother and one brother. (Another sister had died as a baby and two other brothers were in America by this time.) That left my older sister, Annie, and me. He didn’t want us to remain in Hong Kong, where soldiers were coming to look for young girls. So, when I was 13 and she was 18, we walked by ourselves to mainland China.

How is that possible?

It took 12 days. We walked from morning until sundown. At night, we slept in marketplaces that sold food and other things — they allowed refugees from Hong Kong to lie on the floor. These were outdoor places, but I do think they had rooftops. Local townspeople brought us food — plain rice.

And where did you stay once you arrived?

We walked to the village where my father is originally from. For years — until I was 16 — we stayed in a little addition to my grandmother’s house. My father had sent money to build it. We never attended school.

How did you survive?

As city folk, we didn’t have the knowledge to plant things or go fishing or collect rice straw from a field to burn for fuel. But Annie knew English, so for payment she’d write out addresses for women who wanted to send letters to their husbands in America. Also, we began knitting sweaters for money, a skill we’d learned in school. The villagers didn’t have yarn, but they brought us shawls that we unraveled. We had to knit day and night, as fast as we could. It took a week to 10 days to make one sweater. 

What happened when the war ended?

We found out that two of my brothers were dead. Both had been in America when the war broke out — one was drafted into the U.S. Army and killed in the Philippines. Another got tuberculosis. But we were able to rejoin my parents in Hong Kong. I was too old to enroll in school now, but, luckily, my sister had attended this particular Catholic school, so she knew the nuns, and they allowed me in.  

Why fight so hard for an education?

My father believed in it. In 1950, when I was 22 years old, he said to me: ‘Annie has moved to America to pursue the American dream; why don’t you go stay with her and continue your education there?’ I took a ship — an 18-day trip. Being docked in San Francisco for a few days before flying to meet my sister in Wilmington, Delaware, different men approached me. I told them, “No, I am here for school, not to get married.” I didn’t want to be somebody’s housewife; I wanted independence. I wanted my own money.

What was the adjustment period like for you?

Well, even at 22, I still had to finish high school. I had another year to go, so I went to Wilmington High School. I was very good at math — the teacher had me stand at the chalkboard to show students how to do things. So, when it came time to apply for college at UD, I thought I’d go for engineering, and I was accepted into that program. But my sister’s husband was an old-school guy. He told me engineering is not a career for a woman. So I switched to home economics.

Oh, wow.

It’s a big shift, I know. But what could I do? I was living with them.

You were one of only a handful of Asian students on campus at the time. Did you feel welcome?

I never saw another Chinese woman. And I don’t remember seeing any Chinese men, either. But I never felt discriminated against. 

Did your degree serve you at all in your career?

When I moved to the Midwest, I was on the board of the YMCA, and they asked me to teach a Chinese cooking class to raise money. It began as a hobby — I did a couple of courses for them. But it became so popular, I never stopped teaching, and I started making money. I think my home ec background helped me in that. 

In 95 years, what has made you most proud?

In 1970, I formed the Quad Cities Chinese Association to bring together people of Chinese descent in the Rock Island area, to keep our culture and traditions alive. That made me very proud, and I think having a degree from UD helped give me the confidence to do it.  

What remains on your bucket list?

I’m looking forward to visiting UD’s campus with family this summer. That will bring back memories. 

What’s your best piece of advice for incoming Blue Hens?

I got persuaded to change my major, and that wasn’t good. If I’d stuck with it, maybe I’d be among the first women engineers from UD. Stick to what you think is good for you, good for the country, good for the world. Don’t let people talk you out of it.

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