This story is about the dreams of Po-Po Lin , my grandfather. His first dream was to leave home to seek his fortune, the second he uttered on his death bed: "all my life I have longed to back to Mainland China".
When he was a very young fisherman in 1945, grandpa took his lovely wife and four children to Mazu (Matsu) island, 9km from his home port of Jiezu in the northern part of Fujian province, which is on the southeast coast of China. With the dreams of youth, he set off for Mazu to make something of himself, planning one day to return to Jiezu with newfound wealth and fame. He toiled, far away from his extended family and ancestral village, confident that the day would come when his dream would be realized.
The Chinese civil war destroyed this dream along with those
of many other Fujianese like him living away from home on Mazu. When the People's
Liberation Army defeated the Kuo Min Tang Nationalists, Chiang Kai-Chek and
his army retreated to Taiwan. The KMT managed to hold on to Mazu, with the help
of the U.S. Seventh Fleet, separating its inhabitants from their loved ones
on the mainland. Mazu became a military camp, the front line in the long standoff
between the United States and China. Over the years Mazu and Fujian drifted
apart into different worlds separated by water, politics and economic systems.
"All my life I've longed to go back to mainland China, the homeland of my dreams." After saying these words, Grandpa passed away on Mazu in 1991. I hope he's home now, as his soul is free from the politics of time and space...
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