21 June 2010

For Father's Day

The accuracy of this is based on my memory. Feel free to correct any facts.


Jay Charles Munns—a Brief Sketch of His Life

(Written for Father’s Day, June 20th 2010 by Vanessa Munns Dewey)

My father Jay Charles Munns, was born on June 2nd 1948 in Honolulu, Hawaii to Orlin Charles Munns and Opalgene Rawson Munns.

Early Childhood

It may seem strange to know my father was born in Hawaii but before you get any ideas that I’m half Hawaiian, I must tell you that my grandfather (or his father) was stationed there for the US air force and had served as a navigator pilot during WW2. My father and his family moved around a bit and then moved to sunny southern California where he was raised for the remainder of his childhood.

My father was named after his grandpa James “Jay” Arthur Rawson. My father in particular has many great stories to tell about his great grandmother Sarah Weaver Holt. She was a famous poet in Idaho and well-loved by many. My father spoke about how she was a great performer and would often recite monologues for the neighborhood children. One Halloween she dressed up as a witch and had such great acting skills, that she had all the neighborhood kids convinced that she was truly a witch! My father got plenty of attention with so many grandparents and great grandparents to smother him with love.

My father had a dog like all traditional American families but no one would guess what other pet he owned! He was a proud owner of a de-scented skunk named “Lucky.” Lucky was fun to have around and was as well-behaved as a house cat. Whenever my father had his piano lessons, his piano teacher would delight in having Lucky sit on her lap. Ever since I heard the story about Lucky the Skunk, it was my own dream to adopt one. Alas, it’s quite difficult so I surrendered this quest.

My father is an amazing pianist and began learning the piano at a very young age. It didn’t take long before he was able to pick out melodies and play by ear. He was also a very young composer. One of my favorite pieces of his is a nice little ragtime piece called “Jay’s Tune” where he goes gracefully from one end of the keyboard to the other end. He was able to find part-time jobs working at Shakey’s Pizza and other smoke-filled venues. [Imagine piano salon in smoky haze—romantic isn’t it?] Although he smelled like a smoker, this was a small price to pay to be able to entertain the bustling night scene.

My father developed a love of old music from his family, especially his grandmother, Virginia Holt Rawson, an accomplished violinist. He loved the complex yet wistful melodies from the early 1900s-1940s. You can imagine an older generation’s surprise seeing such a young kid whip out their music! He was instantly loved and he was proud of the respect that he earned.

Early Adult Years

My father was accepted to Brigham Young University and it only took him two weeks to find the love of his life, my mother, Cheryl Woolf Munns. His roommate and my mother’s roommate were dating and dragged them along on their dates. My father and my mother went on a date and played on a see-saw and from then on, see-saws are a reminder for them of their blooming romance. My father dutifully accepted a calling to serve a two-year mission in the Bristol England Mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints and took a break from education while my mother waited for his return.

He loved his mission and developed a taste for British food (especially fish and chips dunked in vinegar!). He made many friends and converted many people. One of the few times he had a chance to talk to his parents on the phone he was shocked to hear how hard his mother pronounced her “R’s.” (Think: nails on a chalkboard) It would appear he adapted to the soft accent of the English, as well as adapting well to a delicious cookie called “Digestives.”

When my father got home from his mission he reunited with my mother and they decided to get married on June 12, 1970. My father continued his schooling, pursuing a law degree at BYU’s law school and my mother taught grade school full-time. They were a happy couple. My father got a part-time job at a pizza parlor and it was always an exciting treat to bring home extras for dinner. One time their little basement apartment got flooded but they were able to rescue many of their things without too much damage.

Family Life

My father took his sweet bride to southern California and continued to do a lot of piano side jobs and my mother got a job teaching in El Monte. There were plenty of amazing experiences including the birth of their first daughter, Valerie Munns. My father decided to open up a used piano/rental store and then later pursued a career involving law. One by one, little children filled the small home on Serenade Drive in West Covina. 1978 produced little Ryan Jay Munns. 1980 produced little Jeremy Charles Munns. 1982 produced little Kevin Woolf Munns, and finally 1984 produced little Vanessa Munns which required a move to a larger house on Holly Oak Drive.

My father was blessed to always find work in the field of law (Worker’s Compensation) through his extensive knowledge of networking, and at the same blessed to be able to share his musical talent though side jobs. He met amazing people throughout his musical career and had many great mentors. He also made life-long friends with some of the guys he jammed with. One of my most prized possessions are his group’s vinyl records reading “Jay and His Boys.” He was a quick-learner and many great musicians considered him their disciple. His music became something to be sought after. He has entertained many celebrities and even 2 U.S. presidents. His music is a rarity, cherished by those that remember and appreciate the style.

My father has also dutifully accepted many church callings including Bishop and 2nd counselor of the Stake Presidency. Many people have expressed their love and appreciation to me about the impact he made in their lives. I know my father lived with the spirit of God in his life and was able to teach and heal people that needed his wise guidance so much.

Later Adult

My father became the guardian of six precious grandchildren ranging from a baby to a teenager. Among their favorite things to do is taking trips to the family cabin in the San Bernardino Mountains and dancing around the piano while my father plays music. He loves sharing “his” music and teaching his grandchildren the words to songs that clearly no one else their age would know!

My father has received a boost of musical energy and is happily participating in two music groups: “The Stardust Trio” which is a trio consisting of piano, trumpet and drums, and a 1940s re-creation of the Andrew Sisters that call themselves “The Sentimental Sisters.” All over the San Gabriel valley do these two groups perform and bring so much joy to the older generation (and even younger generations!) who are able to relive old memories.

Conclusion

My father’s life has been full and meaningful. He is a wise father and great grandfather. His strength of character and morals has been and always will be an example for his descendents to look up to and follow. The only way to get to know my father better is to give him a call and to ask him yourself! I am sure he would love the call!


18 June 2010

Zongzi


The Dragon Boat Festival, also known as Duanwu festival, is a holiday in Chinese culture to commemorate Qu Yuan who was a famous scholar in ancient China. Supposedly he was upset with the affairs of the government and when he put in his two cents, they exiled him. He was also a poet and wrote about his feelings toward the kingdom and how it was ruled. One day, he couldn't bear it anymore and threw himself into a river and drowned himself.

Many of the local people considered him a hero and spent days paddling boats searching for his body. They also threw rice into the river so the fishes would eat the rice instead of his decaying body. Another version of the story is that they threw in rice to feed Qu Yuan and they wrapped the rice in bamboo leaves to give it weight so it would sink to the bottom of the river. Every year Chinese people eat this snack called "zongzi" to commemorate him.

They also do dragon boat races to see who can "find his body the fastest." Actually they are just racing. It's all symbolic really. Actually, I'm pretty terrible at telling stories. If you want to read a better explanation, go to our trusty friend Wikipedia.

My student, Cassie, brought me some zongzi filled with rice and pork that her mother cooked and some hardboiled eggs laid by her two chickens. Delicious! Ramsey doesn't like zongzi but I think it's growing on me.

15 June 2010

Luo Bin Han (Robin Hood)

I never remember to take my camera anywhere, hence the lack of blog entries but today I did!
Today, Ramsey and I had the day off and we decided to go to the outdoor mall near our apartment.

We went to a wonderful Thai restaurant called "The Banana Leaf Curry House" for lunch. We had lamb skewers dipped in peanut sauce, pineapple fried rice and a chicken green curry. It was all fabulous and not too expensive.


Then we walked around a bit and just enjoyed the scene.

"Puyang" Every Chinese kid's favorite cartoon character

Ramsey gave me this look after I told him to ride the "pizza car."

We were itching to see Iron Man 2 but I guess it's not in theatres any more (We did see the DVD for sale) so we went to Robin Hood instead. I'm so glad they don't dub over Western movies here like they often do in Russia. The tickets were cheap only 30 rmb ($4.50). Pretty nice theatre. The Chinese are smart-they put a huge space between the first row and the screen so no one gets a terrible seat, and then just make it go farther back. You pick your seats when you buy them which is nice.

Robin Hood aka "Luo Bin Han"


Later that evening we met up with our co-workers Bora (the Korean teacher) and Ken (the Japanese teacher) Man, I'm sure it was funny to all who saw us (three different nationalities) bridging the gap by communicating in Chinese.
Bora took us to a great Korean restaurant and we had Korean BBQ which was to die for. This was their "going away" dinner that I paid for to say thank you for being such great friends. I will miss them dearly. They are both leaving the university. Bora is going to Australia to learn English for a few months and then returning to Korea to pursue international trade and Ken is getting another job in Shanghai.

11 June 2010

Dear Mrs. Dewey,
Last week, I was frightened by the assignment. All I wanted to do was escape, so I just handed in someone else's poem and you gave me a "rewrite" as a punishment. Now, I realized that when you are frightened by work, you must march to it upright and conquer it. You can do it only when you give yourself a chance to face it.
The first time I met you and Mr. Dewey, I was deeply touched by the gaze between you two and I totally felt the love in the air. I hope it happens between my lover and me. So I write this poem to all of us. Hope you like it and forgive my faults.

No Words

Your gaze with deep emotion is my desire-
My desire of yearning is longer than the night.
What is the distance from eyes to heart?
I always ask you.

At what time,
Tacit agreement was in existence between you and me.
There is no need of many words,
After an emotious gaze.
All problems will vanish like smoke-
Only two leaping hearts remain.

Small as my heart,
It is enough to hold you.
Holding you-
I felt I have held the whole world,
And the whole world is full of happiness.

Poetry from Class 08051 & 08052

Starry Mood by Jade Yan

Floating in the sky
Clouds form in front of me
Your appearance in shape.
The wind with me
Carries you as if carrying the sun.
No matter where we are
It is sunny.
Butterflies, flowers
Lead you and me around nature.
Step by step, hand in hand
We look for the stars.
1 2 3 4
forms a line
Silently I make a wish
Hoping these stars could see or hear.
If they hear,
It must be realized.


Untitled by Annie Yuan

I dream of flying with you
Because in this lifetime
I know you'll be waiting for me
in the next lifetime

I dream of flying with you
With every bit of me
closer to you.
We land in the snow,
Writing our life, hand in hand,
Then flying away from this complex world.


Summer by Joyce Chen

Summer, the fabulous season, is the year's king.
Sunflowers kiss the faces of all that pass by.
In order to enjoy the scenery-
Pedestrians wear various sunglasses.
Girls put on their most colorful skirts.
Everyone falls in love with sandals.

On the sunny afternoon of July,
The cicadas are singing-
It becomes melody amongst the rustling leaves.
Young lovers meet in the sunshine,
Welcoming summer with open arms
While watermelons drive away my tiredness
And then my heart, with pleasure, fills.