“FRIENDSHIP” by Frank YungCheng Yung – Grandson of Yung Wing ( First Chinese Graduate in U.S. from Yale) – june 2020

Frank and Billy are what people call “Kissing Cousins”. They are cousins of their most dear Cousin Millie Yung – Frank from Millie’s father side and Billy from Millie’s mother side.

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Friendship is a well deliberated subject and there are many aspects of it for one to explore. As an octogenarian, perhaps it is appropriate that I should reflect on some personal experiences that may be worthy of reminiscence.

I would start my story not too early in life. I arrived in Singapore in 1960 in my late twenties for career prospects but with very little family and social connections. Several factors favour a new arrival like me, the friendliness of the average Singaporean, the absence of social barriers and generally openness to talent. Under these circumstances I made many friends within a reasonably short period, and as could be expected most of whom were in my age group.

There was one notable exception. A gentleman who was a lawyer and retired politician. He was some 25 years my senior. We became well acquainted as I served on the committee of the golf club for which he was the president. We have the same love for golf and common interest in running the club well.

CC had a wide circle of friends but I noticed he had two or three younger friends in roughly similar situation as myself. We were regularly in his social activities including many golfing tours overseas, in which his good connections made the difference.  In the next 20 or years before he passed we became close friends. I often sought his advice for his experience. I would in turn helped him  whenever some of his physical frailties required. In those days I did not give it much thought but on reflection CC clearly cultivated younger friends, although he did not lack friends of his own age.

Now for myself, over the last dozen years or so I have lost a large number of friends through natural cause. I’m however glad to say I have profited from CC’s example and made a fair number young friends from recreational  activities (golf and bridge) and ministries in church.

 Occasionally  there is even an element of luck! A couple of years ago I attended a financial services talk, and was approached by someone I barely recognised. He rather kindly reminded me I interviewed him for a job way back in the 70s. In fact subsequently he recorded this episode in his University of Singapore class of 66 Reminisces, as that interview turned out to be a launching pad for his career. I thanked him for sending me a copy and mentioned that 4 of his classmates named in the article are also friends of mine. Two weeks later all these long lost  friends met for lunch, amongst whom were a professor and 2 members of parliament. Our conversation recalled Singapore as a struggling new nation in the early days and how each of us dealt with tougher times. And these lunches are now a regular feature.

With younger friends I don’t  need to pretend to be their age, I just have to be young at heart and “speak” the same language. I know they enjoy stories about bygone days particularly about names they recognise.

 Another pool of my friends is a resource everyone has, one’s old school chums. I went to boarding school in Hong Kong for 5 years as a teen. Now after ignoring each other for some 50 years, I had a hand in organising the first class of 52 reunions in 2001, which was a big success. Old boys residing in US, Canada, UK, Thailand and Singapore met in a Thai resort and followed up with dinner at the same dining hall of our school in Hong Kong.

These reunions have since become an annual ritual, usually include a tour and a cruise. One was held partly in Singapore which has turned out to be not barren as a tourist destination, culturally speaking.  Generally there is nothing extraordinary about old boys reunions. In our case most of the participants were boarders and  had spent five years in  same dormitories  and naturally knew each other very well. As teenagers we would exploit and tease each other’s quirks and weaknesses mercilessly. As octogenarians the same teasing would be performed with a morsel of  elegance and less unkindness, but nevertheless resulted in great hilarity. Hence even our accompanying spouses have become familiar with this brand of repetitious humour. The highlight of these reunions is the amount of laughter generated by 80 year olds behaving like and making belief they are teenagers. But who can argue against laughter and being happy  about remembering  teenage days.

 Like most youngsters I had a best friend in boarding school.  LY was one year older but somewhat more mature. We started off with much common interests and he kind of treated me like a younger brother. On reflection spending time with him strengthened my outlook on certain values and his encouragements built my self esteem. We took different paths in our  tertiary education and later careers, and  did not meet again until the recent reunions.

At the first opportunity I thought an expression from me would be appropriate. I arranged a quiet meal with just the two of us. I told him not only what his friendship meant for me but also the beneficial outcome in my mature years gained from our association and friendship. My sentimental outpouring somewhat surprised LY but I gather gave him considerable satisfaction. To me it was a celebration of great friendship and the topping off of the old boys reunions.

 It would not be unusual  to become friends with colleagues or  business associates in the normal course. The first 25 years of my career was with two expat corporations.  As may be expected there were a large pool of expat staff the majority would  return to their home countries on retirement. In addition there were a few of overseas business associates who visited Singapore and whom I would call upon in their home countries. Friendship developed with a good number of these expats, including  our wives. Some were kind enough to keep an eye on our children studying overseas and become friends for the whole family, so to speak,

Well in subsequent years my wife and I have been asked to visit these friends in their homes in UK, Europe, North America, Australia and New Zealand. Most if not all times we would be invited to stay with our expat friends. We make it a rule however not to stay more than 3 days. In the process inevitably we get to know each other better and become closer friends. Over the years, I can recall more than 20 of such overseas visits. Many of  them returned the courtesy when vacationing in Singapore and stayed with us at our home.   

Lastly I have an unusual “friendship pool”. For this I need to return to the mid-19th century! My grandfather YW started life in a mission school in Hong Kong. It so happened the principal, one Rev. Samuel Brown decided to return to New England for health reasons. One day he asked if any of the 13 year old boys in school would like to accompany him back. Well YW created history by putting up his hand.  He first attended Monson Academy, Mass. then went on to become  in 1854 the first Chinese graduate in Yale, in fact in any US university. 

His burning ambition after that was to modernise feudal China. In the process he dreamt of having as many of his young countrymen enjoy the same education he did.. Upon returning to China, he worked his way to become a trusted staff of an influential viceroy. His initial assignment was to establish China’s first modern factory, an arsenal cum machine tool plant. With that under his belt he dared to ask for the project of his heart, modern education for young Chinese students in America. Well 17 years after his graduation from Yale, the Manchu Court allowed YW to take 120 young boys from 11 to 16 years old to New England high schools. YW arranged for all the boys to be accommodated with American families for their all round immersion. This was the beginning of the Chinese Education Mission, CEM.

Many of the 120 became high achievers in Chinese history, amongst whom was the first president of Tsinghua University, a prime minister, the pioneer of railways in China, a foreign minister and 2 admirals. Two of the young students stayed back in US and married  American ladies. Now the interesting part of how I come into the picture comes via the descendants of some of the 120 students. To commemorate their grandfathers an informal association was formed. In 1998. One such descendent, who happens to be a distant cousin and also dear friend, organised a first gathering with an informal meeting at Yale. Four descendant families showed up. Since then there have been 4 more such meetings held at Yale and in Zhuhai, YW’s birth place. I have attended all but one of these, missing out on account of 9/11. The last such gathering was attended by 38 families of descendants.

In the course CEM descendents from all walks and many parts of the world ,and many of whom are professors, meet to talk about their families, starting from their grand dads. But the affinity and warmth generated was almost electric. Between the descendants and myself additionally is something of a mixture of friendship and gratitude.  I have visited many of them at their homes in Beijing, Austin Texas, and of course New Haven and Zhuhai. On numerous occasions, after the ice breaking, they would say to me’….if it were not for your grandfather, we wouldn’t be where we are today…..” I know these expressions to be heartfelt. My response have always been “….if it were not for Rev. Brown, none of us would be here today…..”.Then would come the warm hugs. Where can one have such readymade friendship and how blessed I am to have relationships like these.

A game changer for cultivating friendship in the last 30 years has been technology. The internet ,4G , skype and Zoom enabled us to dig into and keep in touch with our reserve of friends, many times find lost friends, and most important of all, talk to and see each other on our home screens. Distances have been overcome. What is more, the thought that we have a generous resource we can reliably call upon to reconnect almost any time we desire, I believe make us more wealthy than we could hope for. We are  the blessed people.   

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THINKING OF MY FRIENDS – by Yuansan Chang – from Beijing – June 2020

WHAT IS A FRIEND ? IT’S ONE CORNER OF MY LIFE TRIANGLE

MYSELF ———————- MY FAMILY ——————– MY FRIENDS


Life is not complete without any one corner. With no family, life becomes “MEANINGLESS”. With no friends, life becomes “ FUNLESS “.

I have four good friends since I was 13 (from year 1944) . They (let me call them Z, Y, J and S) were all my classmates at the lower middle school we attended . Z was our leader. He was an ardent reader of novels and some “serious “ reading (on philosophy and economics) , He recommended those “out-of-school” books to us , and we met once every week at his home (he had a small living room for himself) to discuss what we read. Those books were mostly on “revolution”, and we all became “revolutionists” – but with no action except talks. 

We came from different social classes. I from a prosperous family (My Grandfather was a retired high government official and later the President of a University), Z and Y from medium middle-class, while J and S from lower status. We were cordial with each other – no “class-struggle” among us.

In 1947, my family sent me to America for higher education; we kept writing letters to each other. I was deeply moved by their letters. I still remember one letter from S, in which he wrote about working as an apprentice in a bookstore, one of his jobs was to deliver newspaper to subscribers. He described how he used to ride the bicycle under heavy rain and strong wind and felt proud and happy.

I returned to China in 1951, but we were still separated – S and I in Beijing, Z, Y and J in Shanghai, but we kept close contact. There were a few incidents I remember well :

When computers came, it was a luxury to own one at home. S (then the Editor-in-Chief of the China Youngsters Daily) bought one and asked me to help him on how to operate it. I happily agreed but then there was a period with no news. I was surprised and soon learned that his grandson (the only son of his only son) wanted to play games with it, and did not want to share it with his Grandfather. So till S’s death he couldn’t master a computer of his own.    

J’s father owned a small workshop with 4 weaving machines which he passed over to J. Under the new regime, the workshop produced cloth for public use with cotton supplied by the government. During the anti-corruption movement in 1952, one of his cousins falsely accused him of stealing government’s cotton so he was jailed and the cousin took over the shop. Though the court later found that he was wrongly accused, he still lost the shop and was out of job. He soon applied for a teaching job at a far-away western city in China. He was there for more than 20 years till he decided to return to Shanghai. Before he left, the whole school (teachers and students) came to the terminal to bid him good-bye. He was jobless when he returned (the anticipated workshop was already absorbed by some state enterprise). It was Y who introduced him to the Municipal Tourism School, where he served as a gatekeeper. The trainees (mostly local tourism officials) liked him very much and many invited him to tour in their cities. After he retired , he was taken care of by his two daughters. They provided him a living room with toilet and kitchen where he could have a peaceful life by himself. He passed away merrily at old age.

Y returned to his home city (in northern Jiangshu) after finishing lower middle-school. There he used his knowledge of the local conditions to serve as a guide for Communist cadres from Shanghai in danger of arrest after escape secretly into the “red” district. His guidance was so successful that it became the safest route available. After the new regime was set up , he returned to Shanghai and was later appointed the Director of the Municipal Tourism Bureau  He enjoyed reading my Memoirs and when he was hospitalised he asked me to translate the poem Remember (by Christina Georgina Rosetti) into Chinese which he recited wholly and carried it to his death.

Now only Z and I are left out of the Five – he in Shanghai and I in Beijing. He was appointed leader of the journalist team to Shanghai for the Peoples’s Daily and was quite popular with the articles he wrote on economic affairs. We have corresponded by letters, and each year we have met once or twice either in Shanghai or Beijing. Now he sends me his writings and some other articles he considers worth reading. We sometimes talk on the phone but my bad hearing limits its use.

I deeply enjoyed our friendship, because it made me feel life more meaningful. It opened to me the door to the outside world. The pleasure and regrets it offers make me feel life more colorful and worth living, more valuable and enjoyable – MORE FUN – than routine reading and traveling.

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WHERE ARE YOU FRIENDS ? 朋友在哪里? by Prof. Y. AN 安蓉泉 – Hangzhou, China

Thanks to Catherine Zhao for the translation

Prof. An and Billy at Allied Arts Garden March 2020

朋友,像天上的日月星辰,

风行万里,光耀乾坤;

朋友,如身边的衣食住行,

须臾难舍,伴随人生。

Friends are like the sun, moon and stars in the sky,

Popular in thousands of miles, glorious world;

Friends are like food, clothing and transportation

It’s hard to let go, always in your life.

有人抱怨,朋友是天上流云变幻无常;

有人慨叹,朋友是雨水入地难觅难寻

也许,问题不在朋友

而在怎样理解朋友,理解友情。

Some people complain that friends are changing all the time without prediction;

Some people lamented that friends are difficult to find like rain reaches the ground.

Maybe the problem is not with friends,

But in understanding friends, we will understand friendship.

朋友情,应该是雪中送炭,

关心对方冷暖,哪怕雨雪纷纷;

朋友意,一定是不离不弃,

珍惜昔日旧情,桃花潭水深深

Friendship should be a gift from the snow,

Concerned about the other party’s cold and warm, even if rain and snow are one after another;

Friendship, you must be inseparable,

Cherish the old feelings of the past, the water of Taohua Lake is deep

没有情意的互助,

那是商场交易,也就热乎一阵。

缺乏信任的热络,

如同官场游戏,关系随权力浮沉。

Mutual aid without affection,

that was like a trade and will only be warm for a while.

Lack of trust,

Like political games, relationships rise and fall with power.

这是一个互惠互利的世界,

不必责怪人们难脱凡尘。

这是一个看重人心的社会,

谁会对酒肉朋友真的当真?

交换归交换,人心是人心

重情情天长远,多义义海水深……

This is a world of mutual benefit,

Don’t blame people for being indifferent.

This is a society that values ​​people’s hearts,

Who really takes fair-weather friends seriously?

Exchange is exchange, the heart is the heart,

Long-term love, long-term love, deep water…

朋友没法单向去找,

做强自己,才有魅力吸引他人;

朋友不是为了有用,

自己发光,光耀周围温暖他人。

朋友是一壶老酒

发小情感久远,浓烈而深醇;

朋友是天上祥云,

平时各就各位,逢旱播撒甘霖。

Friends cannot be found by one-way,

Strengthen yourself to attract others

Friends are not for usefulness,

Glowing by yourself, shining around to warm others.

The friend is a pot of old wine,

Long-term emotions, strong and deep;

Friends are auspicious clouds,

Everyone usually attends, and sows in the drought.

朋友无须用美言修饰,

几件小事就能知人知心。

朋友单纯能化敌为友,

让精明的人变得诚恳。

Friends don’t need to be decorated with good words,

A few small things can be understood.

Friends can simply turn enemies into friends,

Let smart people become sincere.

朋友在哪里?

泥沙俱下的是利益,

浪淘沙后的是真诚。

平湖秋月愿君好

高山流水有知音。

Where are your friends?

Sediment is the benefit,

After filtering the left is sincere.

Hope you are doing well,

and find your soulmate friend.

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