(It directly translates to something like "I hope you receive many good blessings/a lot of good luck this New Year!")
February 3 was the Lunar New Year (설날), the biggest Korean holiday, and I was lucky enough to spend it traditionally with my "adoptive" Korean family. As some of you may know, an older couple in my neighborhood has taken me in as their own. One day last fall, when I was walking home from school, I heard an old man yelling down the street. Realizing he was yelling at me, I stopped and went back. To my great surprise, he started speaking in broken English. He explained that he had learned English in his army days, had forgotten a lot, but studied and wanted to practice. Thrilled that I had found a way to talk to the older generation of this rapidly changing country, I agreed to visit him the next week and have been visiting the Hongs' every week since. Generously, they invited me to their family celebration.
Mr. Hong |
Mrs. Hong |
On the third, I arrived at the Hongs' at 8:30. The day began with ceremonies. The traditional ceremony is usually only conducted by the men of the family, however, this year Mr. Hong and his brothers had their sister participate because it is her last year celebrating with the family. Next month she will get married and from then on she'll go to her husband's family for the New Year celebration. During the traditional ceremony the family remembers and honors their parents. They set up a table with their parent's pictures and an entire meal laid out for them. The ceremony itself involves burning incense, pouring wine, symbolically feeding the parents, and bowing. At the end, all of the food is put away to be eaten later. Since the Hongs are Catholic, they followed the traditional ceremony with a small Catholic service. (It should be noted that, just as in Western culture, every family has different traditions and rituals, but this is a general idea.) After the service we had breakfast: soup, rice, side dishes, kimchi, etc.
The table for the ceremony. |
OK, to be honest, we didn't happily jump in the car and breeze our way to the mountain. Just like in any family, many people didn't want to go. It's the same tradition year after year that some people love, some tolerate, and others want to throw out the window - like always saying the same prayer, singing a certain song, playing the same game, or whatever is your family always does, every holiday with groans and moans along the way. Regardless, everyone climbed in the cars and we made our way. What were we doing at the mountain? Honoring the family's ancestors. The vast majority of Koreans are buried in family cemeteries that are always in mountains or hills. Why mountains? Mr. Hong's son explained to me that they are buried there because mountains have a strong and positive energy, full of protection and security. Once at the mountain, we walked to the family cemetery, the men bowed at each grave, the women mostly observed, and the kids played. The daughters of the family bowed, but the women who married into the family never bowed to their husband's deceased family members, neither at home or at the mountain. After the ceremony was complete we returned home for lunch!