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I've been looking into my family history a bit this week, after being questioned about Dad's family by one of my supervisors... enquiring about your father may be a natural way of placing someone in a social context, but it reminded me how little I actually know about either side of the family.

Dad came from Sarawak, Malaysia. He lived in a town called Seria, Brunei, before coming over to Australia. I've never visited either place, though I would like to one day.

Until last week, I'd always assumed that all the Chinese families in that part of Malaysia were Cantonese. Supriya has actually lived over there, and told me that the majority are from Hokkien - she was quite surprised when I told her that my family is from Canton. It makes sense, though... the Cantonese moved to the area for business, and I think my relatives have been employed as draftsmen and engineers by Shell since the company was created in the early 1900s. Grandpa (Leong Shui Pak) was a draftsman. I don't know much about Grandma's family (Jao Choon Moi) - I don't know any Cantonese, and Google is much more helpful for English references.

Dad was the first of his family to emigrate to Australia, though most of his family followed over the next decade or so. He came to study accounting (his least favourite subject, but the only one with government support...), worked in a restaurant to pay the bills, and decided to stay in the restaurant business after finding that accountancy wasn't actually very interesting.

Mum's family are Bells, and Pa (Andrew Bell) grew up at Gulf Station. Nana (Vera Goff) was born in England, though she moved to Melbourne very early. Our branch of the Bells arrived in Port Phillip on October 27th 1839, on the David Clarke - the first assisted migrant ship to reach the colony, bringing 229 Scottish migrants.

Going back even further, the Bells were a small clan from the Scottish border. We managed to get an official mention in a 1587 "list of unruly clans in the West Marches". The Bell line has been fairly well explored back to the 13th century, though I suspect that the Leong name goes back much further.
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Happy year of the Ox to you all.

Traditions are strange things. After my grandparents died, I went with Dad to the Springvale cemetary to place offerings on their grave. Dad was following what he had seen his father doing, though he knew he was missing many of the traditions... his parents had never explained things fully before they passed away, and none of his other siblings had taken an interest. For him, the act of taking time for the rituals was more important - showing respect for the dead, and remembering them.

Before he passed away last year, Dad told me that he didn't expect me to continue the customs after he was gone. They had become a game of chinese whispers, changed by each generation, and he didn't want to burden me with them. I still intend to keep them alive, though, because they are a part of our family. Mum has kept the shrine, now with two generations of offerings on it. We still burn incense, and leave fruit on the altar. After we move down there next week, I will leave them a proper meal, with pork, chicken and wine. It will be a week late, but I hope they won't mind.

The New Year doesn't often fall in January. 35 years ago, the year of the Ox ended on the same dates as this year's festival. It's a particularly significant time of year for me, because my parents met for the first time that night - at the Chinese New Year ball in Box Hill.

This time around, Mum went out at midnight on Sunday to burn offerings for the dead as the new year began. A few hours later she boarded a plane for New York - a long flight to spend alone with your thoughts, especially when they turn to the past. I hope her trip goes well.

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