Newsletter _ Dec 2017

Newsletter Dec 2017

She is a Maneater

A Magnificent Run - Maneater Gobbles Them Up In Diamond Mile

Winston Kong, SHE'S A MANEATER's owner, has temporarily overtaken BIGDADDYKOOL's Stephan Narinesingh in the owners' championship by approximately $1 million.
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Prayer Requests

Fellow CJ's,

As the population of CJ's age, many of us are going through the usual aches and pains, but many are also very sick, so I will be introducing a new section to our newsletters to be called "Prayer Requests".

If you know of anyone, family or friends who and not doing well at this time and you would like us to list under "Prayer Requests" please send me an email.

Here are some requests.

Longtime businessman Ken Phang (wife NanNan) Miami, Florida has been in and out of the hospital for the past few months. Your prayers for him to get well are requested.

Prayers are requested for Brigitte Chin Loy the daughter of Wayne and Marlene Chin Loy

Daryl Chang ( wife Mellie ) son of Ernest and Betty Chang of Miami, Florida is putting up a great fight against his sickness and we are all proud of him and ask for your prayers. God is the best doctor and prayer is the best medicine. 

Ella Chang of Toronto Canada has not been well for the past year and we all ask for your prayers for her better health. 

Letters to my Grand Children


Canada150  Art  &  Heritage  Connection  Exhibition

Chinese Cultural Centre of Greater Toronto

The Chinese Cultural Centre of Greater Toronto with the support of the Canada Heritage Federal Government held a spectacular Canada150 Art & Heritage Connection Exhibition to celebrate Canada's 150th. Anniversary of Confederation.


The Toronto Hakka Heritage Alliance (THHA) was invited to be a part of the Steering Committee and the Official Opening Ceremony was held on Saturday 11 November 2017 with cultural performances and painting demonstrations.




There were over 150 pieces of artwork selected for display from professional, amateur and youth artists, plus, a special exhibition of First Nations art celebrating the indigenous presence for over hundreds of years in Canada.


Among the diverse artists were 4 Hakka Chinese artists, namely, Shirley Wong (Jamaica), Eddie G. Sit Yee (Mauritius), Peters Tsang (Hong Kong) and Carol Williams-Wong (Jamaica).


The Canada150 Art & Heritage Connection Exhibition will move on the be displayed in Vaughan and the City of Markham as well.



The Blue Mountain e-Journal

This is the newsletter from the Chinese Cultural Association of Jamaica, whose editor is Dr.Kai Meng Lui who is an old friend of mine.

Click here to download a PDF, Kai Meng Newsletter which you can print or read online.

Kai Meng Newsletter

Newsletter – November 2017_2

Obituary – Patsy (Uckie) Lee

Pansy Melanie Lee, 77 of Miami passed away on November 12th, 2017 after a long journey with Cancer. She was fondly known as Uckie to her friends and Po-Po to her grandchildren.
Pansy was born the second daughter of George and Clarice Lyn on December 13th, 1939 in Kingston, Jamaica. She moved to Mandeville as a girl and graduated from Manchester College. In 1961 Pansy married Ernest Lee and lived in Kingston, Old Harbour, and Spanish town, before finally settling in Miami Florida in 1980. She was married for 27 years until Ernest's death in 1989 and is survived by three children Rowena Melbourne(Keith) of Homestead, Florida, Ronald Lee (Millie) of Naples Florida and Raquel Lee (Brian) of Eureka California, her brother Edwin "Tony" Lyn of Mandeville, her sisters Paulette "Petal" Ewing-Chow of Toronto, Canada and Olive Chin of Miami, Florida.

Obituary – Michael Waldron

WALDRON, MICHAEL "Waldo" age 74, of Miami, FL, peacefully entered Heaven's gates on November 11, 2017, after a courageous battle with cancer; surrounded by family and friends. He is survived by his wife, Alice of 45 years, daughter Stacey, son Philip, daughter-in-law Irene, grandsons Aidan and Andrew, twin sister Jean Newman and many nieces and nephews. A Funeral Service in memory of Mike will be held on Friday, November 17, 2017, at 1 pm at St. John Neumann Catholic Church, 12125 SW 107 Ave.


The Art of Medicine by Dr.Herbert Ho Ping Kong

What exactly do I mean by the art of medicine?
I mean, in the first instance, a greater emphasis on the human factor.
I mean bringing three key human senses - sight, hearing and touch- more centrally into the doctor-patient relationship in prevention, diagnosis, and treatment.
I mean learning how to become an advocate for patients, both within and without the medical community.
I mean bringing empathy, intuition, out-of-the-box thinking and attention to the entire patient- mind and body.

Get your copy of this book, click on the Amazon link below.

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November 2017

Alpha Ebony and Ivory Masquerade

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Alpha Academy FLORIDA CHAPTER’S EBONY & IVORY MASQUERADE DINNER/DANCE –FLORIDA INTL UNIVERSITY GRAHAM CENTER, 11200 S.W. 8th St., Miami, Fl. 33199 on the Saturday, November 11, 2017 – 8 .00 p.m.- 1.30 a.m.

The CBA hosted The Shenzhen Art Troupe from China

The Chinese Benevolent Association

The CBA hosted The Shenzhen Art Troupe from China. They had acrobats, a magician, dancers and singers and a mini band. I have spoken to quite a few people and they loved the show and especially the children. We have in attendance were a family from Kazakhstan, Panama, Brasil, and India and I spoke to them.
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TTA Mask-Kerade 2017 contest


The long and winding road back to a proud Chinese heritage

Shenzhen village plays host to Hakka descendants – including Jamaican/African Americans



Newsletter Oct 2017

Obituary – Eddie Chin

Happier times
We will miss you

We regret to advise of the passing of Eddie Chin on August 19th, 2017 in Toronto, Canada.  He was predeceased by his wife Nora.

Unfortunately, we do not have details of his funeral or his memorial so forgive us if any information provided here is incorrect.

His siblings are Nellie (Jamaica) Rene "Mae" Lyn (Miami, deceased), Tyrone (Jamaica, deceased) and Geoffrey (Toronto).

The family lived in Newton Square in the early days and own a wholesale on West Street called Nelson Chin & Co. 

Eddie was well known in badminton circles while he lived in Jamaica.


Father Donald Chin You OF

We are all aware of the extent to which the CJ community is spread around the world, but one of us living in Brazil and now calling himself Brazilian and speaking Portuguese as his first language is quite a stretch.

Introducing  Father Donald Chin You OF.



-By Norman ]Gwee Loong] Hew-Shue

               This titled counter was much more than a place for namesake money counting. In my experience growing up behind one, I have seen it used variously as school bench for learning; for youth counseling; judicial arbitrations; medical examination or consultations; and also sadly as a defensive barrier. It will be necessary to describe the setting, that is the shop proper, to appreciate this multifunctional utility.


               The Chinese Jamaican grocery shop is a landmark institution of Hakka migrants that took the intrepid step of leaving Mainland China for an alien Caribbean life, and was then a viable livelihood requiring less communication beyond the bantering of commerce, and early pioneers were rumoured to use a stick for customers to indicate wares. It evolved due to climactic, practical security factors into a structure a description of which would be nostalgically similar to readers’ from a similar heritage.

Built-in varying proportions of concrete, wood zinc-clad roof or fences it was surrounded by a piazza elevated from the street to guard against seasonal tropical rain flooding. At Rosemary Lane and Barry St  (my birth-home), the shop was elevated about 2 feet on a stepped slab. Living quarters were either upstairs or adjoining accessible by a separate entrance.

Hakkas [‘Guest people’] tend to fortify their buildings, as they are intrepid sojourners into new unknown territory. The large doors were usually of metal -clad wood of folding panels or leaves. The last door was often designed to join with and close off the counter during opening hours. These doors were secured by large bolts, braced by heavy wooden bars spanning the leaves and topped off by flat-spring alarm bells.   

The Layout

       One side of the shop usually abutted a street or lane, and had a small window for tanker hoses re-filling drums of kerosene oil, fuel used for cooking and lighting. This fact dictated the layout of the shop, as the oil and other malodorous commodities would be stored at this end followed by the more staple and necessary items near to the till and then the more uncommon or exotic items in showcases at the far reaches of the shop. The counter thus was dictated by the commodities served and formed 3 distinct sections to be described as A, B, and C


               Section A had the kerosene, coconut and sweet oils; mackerel; red herring; bars of brown soap; saltfish; and other odoriferous commodities on shelving or floor near this better ventilated windowed-end. Next to that were the loose chemical stuff such as fine and coarse salt; baking and drinking soda; straw dye for staining floors; "Oxford Blue" cubes for bleaching. This was colonial times with various systems of weights and measures- liquids and grains shared common gills, pints and quarts. The tinsmith was a busy man supplying us with these measures, funnels and the long kerosene hand-pump.

The adjoining counter usually had one of two scales, the other for the flour and "dry goods" area. Underneath were associated items- barrels of mackerel; pigs’ tail; salt pork and newspaper for wrapping fish. The outside front usually was covered with ad -posters stapled by salesmen. "Sunlight soap powder-bring some light into your wash” and also an access door for large goods or barrels.

At a distance that was deemed safe from absorbing these odours and near to the central till, were flour, sugar; salt; cinnamon sticks, senna; cocoa; and other plant barks or products.  The till itself is centre stage with the Four Ace and other cigarettes; lighter fluid, flint and other frequently demanded items. Also here are the various business books, including those for credits, which indiscriminately used has been the bane for quite a few businesses. A "Ready Rekoner" might be there in later years supplanting the son pan or abacus of the older generations. My dear father, "Foreman" would be standing there with one foot on a barrel in his homemade underpants clicking away at the abacus.

  Biscuits, Cheese Crunchies and Crackers sat besides macaroni and other pastas. Along with Excelsior crackers in long cardboard boxes hot from off the truck. Also in this area would be the hand -cranked black pepper mill. Under the counter flour and cornmeal were poured from their sacks into barrels with lids to keep out rodents. Next came the fridge with all its associated contents  -Anchor butter; drinks; Kool-Aid, suck-suck.  Earlier generations had a literal icebox supplied with a block of sack -cloth and sawdust -covered ice from the ammonia reeking ice-factory on Harbour and Gold Street.

A glass case often on top of the counter, displayed bread, ginger-bun, bulla and other baked goods would be next along with the candy jars- Paradise plum; Bustamante backbone (a extremely hard confection named for a previous PM) mark the end of section A.


         The counter now changed from heavy planks, sturdy enough to withstand the shock of the saltfish machete, to glass cases to best display the wares of section B. These contained items such as Jiffy dyes of enchantingly named shades- Post Office red; Emerald and Leaf green; flashlights;  "Okapi" knives from the big one with multicoloured handle to the small one shaped like a key; Needles, thread & sequins.

              Various bagged goods built our muscles with flour at 100; granulated sugar 110 and dark sugar 210 lbs. These were secured by machine stitching that started the right way allowed the stitches to be unraveled with one pull, similarly the tin of Cheddar cheese require know-how to extract the contents.          

Depending on its size of the shop the counter usually makes a 90-degree turn at this juncture.


The rest of the commodities in section C are the less requested stuff- stationery (no envelopes to be sold after 6:00 o'clock) brushes; medicinal preparations from Britain or her colonies -Kaufmanns Sulphur Bitters; Phillips Milk of Magnesia; Canadian Healing oil (good to cure fowls of cold) or Scott’s emulsion which we enjoyed drinking were stored here, as was fine and coarse brooms.

               The country shop was different in that its provisioning went beyond basic food and staples in having haberdashery, bar, hardware, and the occasional gas pump.


This then was the generalized format of the Ham tew Pooh or Hakka grocery around the all-important counter serving the various following roles:


This is its obvious and primary intended use, but was a place of cultural exchange between East and West, of colourful Jamaican and stoic hardworking Hakka societies. Most of these provisions were sold piecemeal at low profit, and instilled and preserved the Hakka work ethic to the younger generation of thriving on adversity and drudgery.  


               For me behind the counter provided a front row seat as it were, to the rambunctious, humorous and titillating aspects of Jamaican culture.  In downtown Kingston particularly, this provided an insight and opened -mindedness in the ways of the world as to be shocked-proofed like a Bulova watch.

From the safety or vantage point of the shop counter would be variously observed: the frightening John Koonu dancers at Christmas time; women fighting and stripping each other in middle street or Water Commission men battling a manhole overflowing with raw sewage. From happy prancing Christmas revellers to the slow crutch-assisted gait of a Kendal train crash survivor, there was a never-ending drama

My second shop on Barry St and Maiden lane was opposite to a large bustling ‘house-of ill repute’ that supplemented my education immensely in the ways of the world. This was in the pre-independence days when Kingston was a port of call for the Royal Navy.  “Come on baby Let the good times roll” by Shirley and Lee, a frequently played tune from the bars jukebox became a theme song to my voyeuristic education.

Behind the counter could be a hard school and most of us disliked the duty, given the bewildering English monetary system of pounds, shilling and pence, however it was an also a good school for entrepreneurship, ginialship and anancyism. One day a little boy from down the lane asked for quarter lb of Anchor Butter. I made the mistake of giving him the butter first when he disappeared with flying feet in a record dash that Bolt has yet to match, down Maiden lane.  I was handy and made small cardboard airplanes to display in the glass case, boys grabbed them up for 2/6 each but I didn't capitalize on it.


One day a very young pretty girl turned up with the other  "sport girls". My father known for his benevolence saw and sent for her. Forgetting all about the shop he quietly questioned and spoke to her, offering her financial help. She listened demurely, on the other side of the counter. After a few days she left as suddenly as she came, hopefully to better prospects.


My father was versed in herbal medicine, and occasionally at quiet times for those customers who asked, he would place their outstretched hand on the counter unto his seat pillow while intently concentrated on the nature of their wrist pulse. Once a teenaged fair-skinned daughter of a customer had a large eyelid boil and was due for surgery at The University Hospital in a few days. My father gave her mother some of the tarry Gowh Yuk, [which might have had atropine of belladonna as its active ingredient- learnt by centuries of empirical use,] with instructions to apply it as hot as bearable. The boil burst, drained, healed, and surgery appointment cancelled to their undying gratitude.

Judgement bench

               Occasionally, father, being probably viewed as an unbiased party, might be asked for his decision in some dispute between customers.

International relations

A Japanese sea captain came into the shop one night, and although their languages were quite different, by shared written characters on the shop counter, my father and he struck up some understanding which ended in his inviting us and guests to tour his ship. Several neighbouring shopkeepers and families [including yours truly] went down to one of the Kingston wharves and up rickety gangways and were treated to sights including looking down into the immense gaping cargo-hold.


Shop work had its perks, including access to promotional material for prizes. Such as when Coca Cola offered a free ticket to the local Gaiety Theatre if 5 marked bottle caps was uncovered. We would check the cap opener under the counter every 5 minutes for unwanted stoppers. I developed an early fondness of reading, by going through stacks of newspaper stored under the counter, intended for wrapping, looking for the comics and the exploits of Garth, Phantom, Garth, or Mandrake.

Gift table

The counter was also the place to exchange gifts at Christmas and other times, which includes mangoes or other fruits from “down the country” from thankful customers for ham, stouts and even chickens from my father.


As the socio-economic climate changed, spurred on by political rhetoric, so too did the counter. It had always provided a physical barrier to the occasional hostility, but went from fully opened to ones with grilled bars. Later mesh was added and possibly bulletproof glass.  Later on certain politicians portrayed the Hakkas as being similar to colonial exploiters. This and senseless violence lead to mass exodus, as is the Hakka wont.  Those Han Chinese coming to Jamaica now, do so seemingly purely for big business conglomerate ventures rather than for better lives and settlements for themselves and family.


Some time ago I asked friends to take pictures of my shop but was told that the area was too dangerous being now called  “Tel Aviv.” Which says it all re the changing times, since Jamaicans have a knack for giving apt names. But regardless, my spirit will always be there as my dear parents would spoil me rotten in their love and although we were not wealthy, I lacked for nothing and it is due to them I have this detailed recall of these fond times, May they rest in truly deserved peace.


If anyone have pictures of their shop inside or out, could you share with me or website.  Thanks

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Submitted by Chefboog's Lue Tenn

A few pre-tips:
I hope you have access to the various ingredients.
You can use the 'dried' lime leaves, but the 'young' fresh leaves are best.
And the mutton should (preferably) have the skin on. [Be sure to get all the meat from the same carcass, as different age animals have differing cooking time, as you certainly don't want to end up having some breaking apart while some are tough]
Other basic ingredients are:
Bat guck (star anise)
Seow fwee (anise) ; (substitute FENNEL)
Mmm Heung funn ( 5 spice powder)
Fresh ginger root
Caution: Go easy with the Bat-guck & 5 spice powder .....these are strong spices.




(Stir and add more liquid if necessary until tender)


Another meat kind that can be cooked in the same manner: Rabbit

Sea turtle flipper
Indian Coney,
Oxtail etc.
Remember that this type of dish normally calls for meat with the skin on.

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Toronto Word on the Street Book Festival

Alpha Alumnae Toronto Dinner Dance 2017

  • Submitted by Penny Williams

    Here's a message on behalf of the Executive of the Alpha Academy Alumnae Association (Toronto Chapter) 

    A section of the supporters and alumnae at our Annual Dinner Dance which was held at Sts. Peter & Paul Banquet Hall on Saturday, October 14th is shown in the picture below.

    The formal part of the evening's program was short in order to allow for your full enjoyment of the evening's activities.  Our DJ kept us dancing, presentations were made and we trust you thoroughly enjoyed yourself. If you missed it there is always next year.

    We look forward to your continued participation at future Alpha sponsored events.


Jamaica Heritage singers

  • When: Saturday, October 21, 2017
    Times: 2.00 p.m. Matinee; 7.30 pm. evening performance  
    Location: Toronto Centre for the Arts (located in the Yonge and Sheppard area which offers subway access, ample parking and easy access off Hwy 401) - CLICK HERE FOR EVENT LISTING AT TORONTO CENTRE FOR THE ARTS WEBSITE
    Prices: 2:00 p.m. Matinee - $40. and $80.    
        7:30 p.m. Evening: $50. and $100. (Patrons of $80. matinee and $100. evening shows are invited to a pre-show reception an hour before the show)
    Tickets:  Buy in-person at the theatre box office located at 5040 Yonge Street (phone 416 250 3708). No additional service fees
                    Box office hours are Tuesday-Saturday between 1:00 to 6:00 p.m.
    Tickets:  Buy via phone from Ticketmaster 1-855-985-ARTS (2787) or online through TicketmasterCLICK HERE TO BUY TICKETS ONLINE
    Email for More Info: heritagesingers1977@gmai   

Newsletter Sep_2017

CCA Riverside Basic School Build

2017 Scarborough Summerfest Victor Shim

China’s fortified Hakka Tulous Villages

China’s fortified Hakka Tulous Villages

Ray Chen’s Periwinkle Books

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I am sure the $4,000 show is a misprint. 

Scarborough Summer Fest

Winter Cruise with Suzy (Margaret) Chan

Charley’s cooking video.

Newsletter – Aug 2017

TTA Around the World

TTA of Ontario Summerfest



TTA Miss Summerfest 2017

STGC, Immaculate, Alpha Annual Picnic

Dr Victor Chang recounts 1918 Anti-Chinese Riot

Who has ever heard about an Anti-Chinese Riot in Jamaica in 1918?  We knew about the 1966 riots because the grocery store of our schoolmates, the Hoo Ping Kongs, had been burned down by rioters, although they had absolutely nothing to do with the conflict which had started in a downtown bakery.

So when we heard that Dr Victor Chang, known for his witty turn of phrase and great humour, would be speaking on this unbeknownst topic at the monthly meeting of the Chinese Cultural Association, we marked our calendars – this was a ‘must hear’. 

Read more click on link below.

Newsletter – July 2017_2

Tacoma Washington is coming to terms with its legacy of Chinese exclusion – and trying to attract more Chinese residents.

Obituary – Owen Chin Loy

Owen Morris Chin-Loy, age 74, of Pembroke Pines, Florida passed away on Tuesday, July 4, 2017. Owen was born July 5, 1942, in Kingston, Jamaica.
Owen is survived by his wife, Bereta Chin-Loy; son Michael Chin-Loy (Michelle); and daughter Annette Ho-Tung (Peter); grandchildren Sean and Kristine as well as brothers, sisters, nieces, and nephews.

A visitation for Owen will be held on Saturday, July 22, 2017, 11:00 am to 12:00 pm with a funeral service directly following at 12:00 pm at Forest Lawn Funeral Home South, 2401 Southwest 64th Avenue, Davie, Florida.

A reception will occur Saturday, July 22, 2017, at 2:00 pm at Forest Lawn Memorial Gardens South in Davie, Florida. Owen will be missed dearly.

Obituary – Eric Fong Yee



Eric Fong-Yee

by Joanne Fong Yee Robertson 

Feb 13, 1932 – June 4, 2017

Sometimes it takes an arc of an entire lifetime to appreciate the expanse of one’s accomplishments.  Just like it takes seeing all of you gathered here today—in one place, under one roof to realize all whose lives Daddy has touched.

It has been said that  “A successful man is one who can lay a firm foundation with the bricks others have thrown at him.” 

My father was an engineer—a builder.  His life’s work was building a foundation for his family, his community--this nation.

He was born in Denham Town, West Kingston.  On Wellington Street, to immigrant parents who spoke no English, who ran the Wellington Street Bakery.  He was the youngest of 5 children—and the first and only in his family to go to university.


He was never the best student.  Fr. McMullen the headmaster at St. Georges said he would never make it as an engineer—that maybe he should think about something else.  It was Fr. Oches that believed in him and steered him to Tri State University in Angola Indiana.  But it was Mommy who had to say the prayers that he would graduate—

let’s just say he cut it pretty close.

Academics never came easy to him but he managed to get by. 

It set that chip on his shoulder that stayed there his entire life.

If he couldn’t be smarter—then it was simple:  he would just work harder.  It is how he lived his professional life from beginning to end. 

It’s also why he placed such an emphasis on education.  He knew how lucky he was that was able to go.  And he knew that it that was the ticket out of Denham town.

My father—and his generation, was the first class of professional Chinese Jamaicans.  And I make a point of saying Chinese Jamaicans because it is funny nowadays how all Chinese are lumped together—and we forget…

Those Chinese who were born here, whose educations were paid for by bakers and shopkeepers on Wellington Street, on Duke Street, on Slipe Road. 

Those Chinese Jamaicans who fueled a newly independent Jamaica in the 60s; who never deserted even when things got tough in the 70s. 

My father is one of those Chinese Jamaicans who helped build the foundation of this nation.

When he got sick and needed blood, we all trooped down to the Blood Bank in downtown Kingston.  When we got back to the hospital after telling him where we went, he said “oh yes, I built that”. 

When we went to dialysis on the stretcher,  I would tell him:  “look Poppa, look—we’re across from Mutual Life.”  And I would boast to the nurses and the ambulance porters, “you see those aggregate panels” he built that. 

The polar opposite of this example is not lost on me either.

He was proud to be part of many iconic buildings in Jamaica.  Mutual Life--at the time, the tallest building in Jamaica, the modern Half Way Tree Transport Center, just to name a few.

But for every fancy building, there is a government building downtown, a clinic in Tivoli.  Or a school:  Immaculate’s Cafeteria for instance.  Or a little school out in the country.  These too were an important part of nation building—and Daddy was an instrumental part of that.

Despite his escape from Denham town he never forgot where he came from and he always gave back.  His home may now have been in Norbrook but his office for the last 50+ years was in Riverton City.

Ericka is right.  The original pair of bossy boots belonged to Poppa. At Rivertson, he created his own kingdom.  Daddy was “the E”.  Stevie is known as “Skipper”.  Uncle Mikey was the brainiac “The Professor”—and Charlie, sorry for you--you know what that makes you—“Gilligan.”

At the office, Poppa was king.  And the king ruled.  When I showed up with Big City credentials and MBA in hand, well let’s just say this subject had a difficult time being under his rule. 

We fought.  A lot.  However, I feel I got the ultimate and final upper hand when I popped out my secret weapon:  Ericka.  I would like to go on record to say that naming my first born--his first grandchild, was not brown nosing on my part--it was a was a brilliant strategic move!  And instantly I won every argument that ensued since then.

Looking back I guess we fought so hard because we were probably so alike.   And my MBA degree from that fancy school?—it paled in comparison to the lessons that I learned on the job by working alongside him. 

His was the school of common sense business.  Built on the foundation of hard work, loyalty and mutual respect. 

-       He taught me how to be tough.  And showed me what could accomplish by sheer determination and force of will. When in doubt, just work harder and try harder than anyone else.  If they say it will never work, just show them how and prove them wrong.

-       He taught me that relationships matter.  That loyalty matters.  That relationship over long periods of time breeds loyalty.  And those elements are central to running a successful business.  He could talk to the bank president just as easily as he could the labourer in the construction yard.

-       He taught me to be fearless .  That it’s ok to take a chance.  That even though you don’t know the way out—you know the way through.

He and I shared a love of work.  Not just a love—an intensity about work.  I’ve been accused about that before.  And in these last few weeks, behind my Mom’s back, in the middle of the night when it was dark and just the two of us, I still talked to him about work, and occupancy numbers, and guest comments and even yes, even about my bankers—he wanted to know if they were happy with our recent renovation.

He could always assemble the right team. 

And there was usually a fair amount of yelling and fighting because he surrounded himself with people of opposing talents.  With abilities that he knew he didn’t have—not that he would ever admit it.

Uncle Mikey – he loved you like a son.  He always told Mommy “that man knows his concrete” I know that doesn’t sound like much to you—but trust me, to Engineers….that means a lot!

Mr Tenn Lyn – was the gold standard of mathematicians--the academic that Daddy never was. 

Charlie – your hands could work magic to fix engines and equipment that Poppa never could.

And Stevie – he always lamented how you “didn’t talk”—when he himself wrote the book on “How to Lead Without Saying a Word.”

He was the most humble, unassuming man.

It would make him uncomfortable that you all interrupted your weekend to be here.  He never liked drawing attention to himself or all the good deeds that he had done.

Many of you sitting in the room had your educations paid for, or your children’s education paid for.  Or your doctor bills taken care.  Or a loan, or a financial boost to give your business a little help. 

Even land donated—outright.

Archbishop Dufour, that is how I met you…when Daddy donated the land at Albion for the AIDS Hospice.  That same Good Shepherd Foundation—that is one of the beneficiaries of the donations collected in Daddy’s honour today.

There were countless other donations.  But he never kept track and he never wanted us to keep track.  He never gave because he expected to be recognized.  He gave to build up his fellow man.  He gave to build up his community.

He tried being “fancy” and “important”—but it didn’t come naturally, and so it never stuck.  He never lived large.

He was generous to a fault and always gave his kids better things than he would even give himself.

-       His experiences with Cadillacs and Mercedes were short lived.  The grey diesel Cadillac goes down in family lore as the worst car he’s ever owned.  And I’m told I’m not even to discuss the experience with the Mercedes.  And yet, He would buy his children the fanciest of cars—and even race cars in Charlie’s case.  When he himself was happiest in his little yellow VW or raggedy Suzuki that now sits in the garage at Norbrook.

-       Ericka’s favourite restaurant:  Sushi at NOBU.  My father’s favorite meal?  KFC.  Two piece original recipe with fries and a Pepsi.  I tried sneaking that in to the hospital but mommy wouldn’t let me. 

-       My sister’s password on her computer “Saks Fifth Avenue”…(joke) my father’s favorite store:  Marshalls.

-       Stevie’s hobbies:  flying airplanes and playing polo.  Daddy’s hobby—it was singular:  watching TV. 

-       His idea of activity was lifting the TV remote and moving  the lever on the arm chair. He was a simple man.   It didn’t take much to make him happy.  Donna prided herself on being the one to give him a fully automatic recliner recently—one where the seat lifted to help you stand and the feet went up with just the push of a button—now that was the ultimate in luxury!!!!!

-       It wasn’t a hobby—(we’re grasping at straws people!), but he would  love going to real estate open houses in Miami with Vicki and Charlie.  Just going inside people’s houses to look--not to buy—because that would cost money.  And he would search out the houses that had a free giveaway.  A free umbrella was always a bonus.

I will tell you, the one thing he did acquire a taste for was expensive brandy.  Remy Martin, Martell.  Daddy would love nothing better that sitting around with a good brandy and talking about business and politics.  Not much of a talker himself, he loved surrounding himself with people who “could chat”.  Mr. Lyew that’s why you were on the top of the list.  Uncle Cleve, Little Mikey, Derron Chung.  The rest of you know who you areBut his

But his favourite person in the entire world was Mommy.  The two of them made a formidable team.

This year they celebrated their 57th wedding anniversary.  Their anniversary is on Valentine’s Day.  I know what you’re thinking---awwww how romantic.  But it wasn’t romance, it was practicality.  Daddy’s birthday was Feb 13--so this way he would never have an excuse for forgetting their anniversary.  She knew what she was dealing with from the get go.

In true Chinese fashion, their marriage was practical.  He provided, she nurtured.  Simple enough, but then complicated by the violence of the 70s; the decision to move my Mom and the 5 kids to Miami; the decision that began my Father’s 30 year commute from Kingston to Miami.  It was a huge sacrifice they made for us kids.  And especially difficult for Daddy as he was left alone. 

But those obstacles, those bricks that life was throwing at them as they trying to build the foundation of our family, the distance that separated them?  I think it made their union stronger. 

It made my mother so very independent and strong as she raised 5 kids basically by herself in Miami.  And it enabled Daddy to have single-minded focus on his work to grow his business in Jamaica.

The fact that they were able to keep our family intact and thriving despite this distance and separation is testament to the strength and depth of their marriage. 

Marriage might have brought them together—but a commitment to a shared partnership is what kept them together all these years. 

Mommy is quick to say that Daddy was never the romantic sort.  And that’s true—but watching them weather the storms together—especially over these last few years, and particularly these last few months-- that has shown me what true commitment is. 

I never once heard my father tell my mother he loved her.  But he didn’t have to—because he spent a lifetime showing her—and showing us kids too.

This month Kevin and I celebrate our 30th anniversary.  Kevin, I know you’re exhausted—but we’re only half way there.  We’ve got a long way to go to fill their shoes.

If Daddy were here to tell me about his life’s work he would have said nothing of the above.  He would have been too humble.  He would simple tell you his life’s work is his kids. 

I hope in these last 8 weeks he saw the strength of the foundation he built when he anchored this family.  He has spent a lifetime cultivating this team and we all stepped up to the plate without him having to utter a word.  

To begin with, the man was smart to have so many children:

-    Stevie held down the fort at work

-    Charlie was in charge of taking care of Mommy.

-    At the hospital, he had Donna on day shift--his emotional touchstone.  He would express to her the things he didn’t want Mommy to worry about.  And she was his fiercest advocate. Let’s just say that that the nurses at Andrews are happy to have their ward back.  Nurse Nation told my mother that she hopes she has a daughter who loves her as much as Donna loved Daddy; who would fight for her with as much passion as she did for Daddy.

-    As for me, I had the night shift.  It was my job to be practical one.  To be brave—notice I’m the one they shove up here.  To be steady, just like he had taught me in business. 

-    And Vicki, well as she puts it “I’m the entertainment—she just did what she does best;  chatting.  Poppa just loved that.  He loved people who could chat.  She’d tell him about what the grandkids were up to, all the drama going on at the new Zoetry.  She’s amazing to watch really—she never runs out of material.  She was even interviewed on camera for promo video they were filming for the hospital.  It figures—as she was the only one of us to be dressed perfectly and have her lipstick “at the ready” in the hospital.                         

Yes, laugh!!  Laughter helped us cope too—and is still helping us cope.

We never left his side.  One of us was always there.  Without having to say a word, he had his whole team at the ready for the fight of his life.  And he fought till the end. 

Mommy, I hope we did you proud.  Because of all of this--all of us—us together—strong and determined.  This is the masterpiece he created just for you.

We are so grateful to those who traveled this long road with us:

-    To Dr. Chung who was the fearless captain of “Team Eric” for the last 15 years.  And Dr. Jackson and Dr. Watson-Brown who came in as reinforcements. 

-    To the nurses and caregivers at Andrews Memorial and Cascade Dialysis.

-    To Sunshine, and all the practical nurses.

-    To Pansy, Devin and Henry for holding down the fort at Norbrook while we were all camped out at the hospital.

-    To Auntie Del who can find a priest anywhere, anyday, anytime.

-    To Carolyn for feeding us, and catering for us, and for letting use Golden Grocery as our Command Central. 

You all joined in on our fight and Daddy couldn’t have asked for a more focused, dedicated team.

And so now it's time for the builder to be at rest.

As he watches from above, watches as the baton is being passed from one generation to the next:  you grandkids make him so proud.

Mommy said he timed it well.

Tonight is when Usain Bolt has his final race in Jamaica.

Daddy was so looking forward to watching him TV—in his chair that Donna gave him.

And now he has the best seat in the house.

Thank you all or being here today, right now,

As we say farewell to this great Jamaican son.

Daddy you’ve taken an 8 week victory lap.

You gave us some extra time to say goodbye

But now its time for you to rest.

And just like Bolt has his signature pose

We kids can see you making that victory lap

With your signature wave, as you look out on this crowd

to the faces of people whose lives you have touched.

We hope that your humble shuffle has become a strong boasey stride.  Because you deserve it

We hope you’re finding your people up there—assembling your team to surround you, the ones that have been waiting for you,

Especially Uncle Allan who keeps calling you home.

Tell them all to keep you company till we get there.

Have a good brandy till we do. 

Enjoy as much KFC as you want. 

Keep watch over us from on high.

Remember that we love you. 

That we will never leave you.

We can’t wait till we see you again.

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Tsung Tsin Association of Ontario Inaugural 2017

Part 1  Introductions & Speeches

Hakka country

Newsletter July 2017

Obituary – Lisa Chen

Family and friends Funeral service for Lisa Chen will be 10 am Tuesday July 11, 2017 at
Our Lady Queen of the World Catholic Church 10411 Bayview Ave.
There will be no visitations

Obituary – Ronald Young

Ronald F. Young (Ron) passed away on Tuesday, July 4, 2017, at the Jupiter Medical Center, Jupiter Fl. He suffered a massive cardiac arrest in conjunction with a respiratory failure. He subsequently passed away peacefully surrounded by members of his family. He was 84 years old.

Ron is survived by his loving and devoted wife, Beverly,  5 children and 11 grandchildren/ great grandchildren. In addition, Ron is also survived by three sisters and a brother, as well as a  large extended family in the U.S., Canada, Jamaica, and Panama.

Ron was born in Hong Kong but spent his youth and the earlier portion of his life in Jamaica, and for a period, in Hong Kong. He and his family lived in May Pen, Jamaica where they had a thriving entrepreneurial business made up of a number of retail establishments. Through a great deal of hard work, the family prospered and enjoyed an idyllic life in this Caribbean nation. Following a period of social and political in the 1960’s, however, Ron and his immediate family emigrated to New York. Many years later, Ron and Beverly moved to Miami, FL to escape the cold weather and to be closer to the family.

Ron was a man whose passion was his family.  At the same time, he loved a good joke and was constantly spreading his cheerful nature to family members and friends. He also enjoyed fishing and target shooting but his first love was always his family. He will always be remembered for his high ethical standards, honesty, fairness, his devotion to his family, and a good nature who loved to make jokes and please others.




Obituary – Owen Chin Loy

Obituary – Father Louis Grenair S.J

Many of you might remember Father Grenier from Above Rocks and St. Georges College.

Achievements – Dr. Karis Chin Quee PhD

Cancer biologist/neuroscientist/nutritionist, Karis Chin-Quee obtained her Ph.D. in cellular and molecular physiology from Penn State at the Hershey College of Medicine.

However, prior to embarking on a Ph.D. program, funded by a fellowship obtained by Dr. Lauriann Young at the University of the West Indies, she was lead investigator in a project examining the impact of stress on marijuana addiction using an animal model.  This work yielded two manuscripts: one of which has been submitted to the West Indian Medical Journal and the other will be submitted after the first is published. 

Her first publication in an international, peer-reviewed journal, came in 2013 where she co-authored, BRMS1 Sensitizes Breast Cancer Cells to ATP-Induced Growth Suppression in the open access journal, Bioresearch. 

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A first author paper followed in the journal, Biomedical Central (cancer) entitled:

 “MDA-MET-conditioned-medium augments the chemoattractant-dependent migration of MDA-MET cells towards hFOB-conditioned medium and increases collagenase activity.”

This work examined the reason behind the predilection of breast cancer cells (represented by MDA-MET cells) for bone (represented by hFOB cells).

Karis has presented her work, in the neuroscience of marijuana addiction, cancer metastasis and work in insulin resistance from her Master’s degree in nutrition, at several international conferences.  As a nutritionist, she has also been the guest speaker at the annual general meeting of the coconut growers of Jamaica and written an article published in the Jamaican Daily Gleaner appealing for the context in the reporting of the studies done on coconut oil.

Her most recent research position has been in neuroscience on a project examining the pathways in the brain involved in the impact of gastric bypass surgery on taste preference. She hopes to continue her research career in the area of neurodevelopmental diseases such as autism or neurodegenerative diseases, such as Alzheimer’s disease and Parkinson’s disease.




Professor Herbert Ho Ping Kong – Musgrave Medal

Professor Herbert Ho Ping Kong awarded gold Musgrave Medal.

The Wisdom of the Chinese Kitchen

Submitted by Penny Williams.

Toronto Hakka Festival 2017

Increase cost to maintain site.

In the past, I have restricted most of the information on this website to things CJ or Hakka related, but I am going to break my rule today and discuss computer security. For those of you who are computer gurus you can stop reading now, but for those of you that are only casual users like email, Google searches, you many not be up to date on what is going on in cyberspace.

In the past, our website was down as the result of a hacking, which resulted in our site being down nearly a year and it was almost impossible for me with my ability to fix, and as result, I had to wipe the entire site clean and start all over.

To prevent a reoccurrence of this problem, it is becoming more and more onerous on me to keep up to date on all subjects about security.I will be subscribing to a number of security companies that will monitor the website. This will mean additional costs over and above what I am now paying. for items such as domain registration, hosting, themes, and plugins, and the like.

As I am not a computer programmer I use a Content Management System (CMS) called WordPress to create this website. There is a number of CMS like Joomla and Weebly that are commonly used, but WordPress is by far the most used CMS in the world and many major websites using WordPress, such as BBC and Bloomberg.

Here is my dilemma! To defray these costs I have two choices.

I can monetize the site by placing advertising on the site or
I can ask for subscribers to make a small contribution to help defray the expenses.
Posting of flyers or announcement of events for the community will continue for free. The site as it stands now is totally paid for by me. Promotions of books by CJ’s or travel group are also free.

Your feedback will be most helpful in making this decision. You can email me directly with your thoughts at

Newsletter June 2017

Finding Samuel Lowe

Watch Full Episodes Online of Doc World on PBS with Finding Samuel Lowe's Jeanette Kong.

who talks about the importance of Asian Pacific American Heritage Month 


Shirley Elaine Lim Cameron, passed away at age 79, on 04/03/17. Her funeral was held in Florida on 04/10/17. A memorial mass will be held in Jamaica, at Stella Maris Catholic Church, 62 Shortwood Rd., Kingston 8, Jamaica, on 05/27/17 at 11:00am. May you rest in peace,

Mary Elizabeth Lee (Betty), 88, formerly of Keesing Avenue, Kingston, Jamaica, passed away May 30, 2017, in Tamarac, Florida. She was married to the late Hubert Lee (Lee Tenn Lyn) and is survived by sisters Bernadette Shim and Sylvia Chin; brother-in-law George Shim and many loving nieces, nephews, cousins, and friends. Visitation will be Tuesday, June 6th, 9:00 am - 10:15 am at Landmark Funeral Home, Hollywood, Florida. Funeral Mass at 11:00 am at St. Maximillian Kolbe Catholic Church, 701 N. Hiatus Road, Pembroke Pines, FL 33026. In lieu of flowers, please make a donation in her memory to St. Maximillian Kolbe Catholic Church with a memo to St. Vincent de Paul Society. 

Popular radiologist dies at 78

Longtime radiologist Dr. John Soong died at his home Monday. He was 78. Soong retired from Putnam Community Medical Center

Beverly A Wong 

April 14, 1940, to May 29, 2017.Leaving behind husband Harold Wong, siblings Elenor Chin, Winston Lee and Eric Lee, Children Gilbert Rose, Raymond Rose, Helena Chung, and Todd Wong, Grandchildren and great-grandchildren. 

Memorial at Calgary Chapel, Miami, 11975 SW 2nd Street, Miami, Fl 33184

Sat. June 10/17    5:30 pm -  Calvary Chapel Miami, 11975 SW 2nd St., Miami, Fl 33184

Michael Chen - 

Recent passings with more information to come.

Eric Fong Yee - Engineer, Stresscon Ja.

Email safety from Microsoft

How to recognize phishing email messages, links, or phone calls

Phishing email messages, websites, and phone calls are designed to steal money. Cybercriminals can do this by installing malicious software on your computer or stealing personal information off of your computer.
Cyber criminals also use social engineering to convince you to install malicious software or hand over your personal information under false pretenses. They might email you, call you on the phone, or convince you to download something off of a website.For more information on this subject go to -

Keith Lyn performing at Christ the King

Come out and support the Church and enjoy

the music of the maestro of music Keith Lyn.

First Chinese American

The Forgotten Story of the “First Chinese American”

A Bucknell alumnus led the fight for Chinese enfranchisement in the 19th century.

By Scott D. Seligman

Wong Chin Foo

America's civil rights movements have all had their Martin Luther Kings, their César Chávezes and Gloria Steinems. But to whom can Chinese Americans point? Chinese have been in the United States in sizeable numbers since the California Gold Rush. They were shamefully mistreated, denied rights for most of a century and are generally thought to have borne everything the American establishment dished out passively and without much protest. This canard does an injustice to a little-known Bucknell alumnus, however. Nineteenth-century Chinese in America had a leader and a fighter in Wong Chin Foo (1847–98), a compelling and controversial figure whose story is a forgotten chapter in the history of the struggle for equal rights for all.

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Chinese Jamaicans World Wide

Professor Mackie Lue

Part one - my time in Jamaica. Part two - my life in China


Reminiscences of Life in Jamaica

This period was one of the happiest in my memory, that of carefree boyhood. I attended the government elementary school located at the top of a hill. Different grades were grouped separately in a large hall, with the headmaster sitting on an upraised stand to oversee the performance of the teachers and conduct of the pupils. I remember a lady teacher who described the process of food digestion, how the saliva in the mouth acted on starch to turn it into sugar, and in the stomach, the gastric juices took over and in the small intestine, the pancreatic juice furthered the process of digestion, after which absorption took place. I was enthralled by the subject and later got commended for the best essay on digestion.

My parents had a grocery shop but I did not help them very much except for frying “fritters” to be sold on Saturdays. These were made of a flour paste mixed with pieces of salted fish then deep-fried. They sold readily, being a sort of “fast food” for the buyers.

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Most of my time after school was spent roving around with a local boy who lived nearby; we usually roamed about the excellent northern coast beaches of the bay. He was an expert catapult shooter and taught me how to fashion catapults from forked branches and motorcar tire tube. Although not up to his level, I also became proficient with a catapult, and I remember shooting a small eel-like fish called “Piper” then boiling it with seawater in a discarded tin container. There was one ideal natural swimming pool on the coast between St. Ann’s Bay and Priory to the west that I particularly remember: it was surrounded by a shark-proof circular coral reef, and diving under the surface revealed beautifully colored fishes in the crystal-clear water.

We raised a few pair of pigeons and I never tired of watching their activities and could imitate quite well the cooing of the cocks. My interest in animals may have had its beginning then.

Kingston - Overseas Chinese School - Feb 1941 to Feb 1945

Due to bankruptcy of our grocery shop, my parents moved to Kingston from St. Ann’s Bay in 1941 to open a small shop at 21 Sutton Street. It was rather near to the Overseas Chinese School located at the northernmost end of Hanover Street where I was sent to school, and so I had no need to board, but could come back home for every meal. This period of my schooling was crucial in molding my destiny.

The headmaster Mr. Zeng Gongyi (Chen Gung Yi) was my teacher in most of the subjects, including Chinese language, history, social ethics etc. In teaching modern Chinese history, he spared no efforts in relating the numerous invasions of China by the Western Powers, as well as the indemnities and other unequal treaties imposed on us; in short, his “National Humiliation” education was indelibly impressed on our young minds to ignite a fiery spirit of patriotism. On one 7th July anniversary of the Ant-Japanese War of Aggression, we paraded through Kingston downtown area holding placards with Generalissimo Chiang Kai-shek picture and “Aid China” slogan on it. I and my classmate buddy, Mr. Daniel Kong of Toronto, used to walk around the school playground making future plans for reconstructing China.


Mandarin as the National Language was taught here based on the alphabetized phonetics developed by an American linguistic scholar. .Mr. Zeng gave excellent lessons, so much that when I first arrived in China, my mandarin fluency was better than that of the local Cantonese.

Other bits of memoirs that come to my mind include: 1. The sight of the headmaster, Mr. Zeng, a rather paunchy man of 40, bending over with straight knees and placing his palms flat on the ground astonished us. This was amazing for even at our age it was not easy to do so. 2. To encourage the use of Chinese (Hakka) dialect, each day a pupil was given the on duty task of supervising oral communication during recess. He or she would be given a small switch, with which anyone found not speaking Chinese would be subjected to a light lash from behind. 3. There was a big Bombay mango tree growing in the school, and in fruiting season, I would endeavor after school to bring down some with a slingshot. 4. Everyday at noon a man from outside would come inside the school gate with a pan of “Bao” (Chinese style stuffed dumplings) catering to the boarding pupils. His business was brisk, but I never bought any since my lunches were taken at home.

Helping at my parent’s shop consisted chiefly of book-keeping of customers’ debts, when payment for goods sold on credit to certain persons would be collected on Saturday nights. As reward for my help, my father usually gave me two shillings every week, which I would save solely for buying books at Sangster’s Book Store. I was an assiduous reader and loved to read novels written by Zane Grey about pioneers, cowboys, Indians of early American West, as well as technical book related to livestock production. Among the latter was one book entitled “Animal Breeding” which I found was the textbook of my university course later in China.

Kingston - St. George's College - Feb 1945 to Mar 1947

After my graduation from the Chinese school, I was sent to St. George’s College in Kingston and was allotted to 3B class. when after one year’s study, I was advanced to 4a class, but was whisked off to China one month later. March 1947. Although I was in St. George’s for only a little over one year, I still retained some interesting impressions of that period.

Being a Catholic school, most of the teachers were priest with only few exceptions, like our mathematics teacher, one Mr. Brown, who was congratulated on gaining a B.A. degree by the 3B class students. Every morning before classes, all the students had to line up in a courtyard to hear the Headmaster speak, but I usually did not pay much attention to what he said, only remembering the ending “In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti, Amen”. Our Spanish teacher, Father Donovan used to give some inattentive boys a light knock on the forehead with the back of his fingers, but these in anticipation would swiftly draw back to avoid the knock. The father solved this problem by stepping on one foot of the offender so he could not retract backward far enough to escape. I remember one boy who got this treatment calling out “Father you are stepping on my foot!” sending a ripple of mirth through the classroom.

Sports events were frequent on the college grounds and I took keen interest in them. An upper class student called “King” because he was a king scout, invited me to enter his House (I forgot the name) and to become a player in the House’s football team. The position allotted to me was left back, and I delighted in making a big rebound kick of an incoming ball to remove the threat to our goal. This fondness of sports developed here persevered through my life, which was very instrumental in strengthening my heretofore puny constitution.

The college library that I loved to frequent had a book entitled “Outlines of Science” in four volumes. I was an assiduous reader and took great interest in reading about the formation of celestial bodies by nebulae, as well as Darwin’s theory of evolution. In class we were given good foundation in language. Basic declension of nouns was taught in Latin and a textbook entitled “Fabulae Faciles” (easy fables) was a good starting point for knowledge of Greek and Roman mythology. Spanish classes kindled my longing to one day master that beautiful “lengua de los dioses” (language of the gods). I have always paid careful attention to writing English composition from elementary school days, and I got commendation for the best composition in the class for describing the photo of a traffic policeman at an intersection. Thus, when someone tell me that my English skill is good, I should remind that person that I went to St. George’s.


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