Leo Kwan: How Tea Has Chosen Me
Escaping the Japanese, and then Mao
My father used to be proud to talk about his bullet wound in the chest from the Sino-Japanese War during WWII. He was lucky to have lived through such an injury in a time when food, medicine and even bullets were in extreme scarcity in the Chinese KMT Army. A young teenager amongst the recruits of poor villagers, he had joined the army so he could have something to do and did not have to starve.
He came to Hong Kong after Mao declared his reign in 1949. He should be glad that he did, China was soon becoming hell. Political movements during the political idol’s rule caused over 30 million deaths through the resultant starvation and disasters, and 2 millions ( some say 7 ) through brutality. That was more than the world’s casualties combined in WWII, including the Holocaust and the two atomic bombings in Japan. The apocalypses had great names though, Cultural Revolution and Great Leap Forward.
Invaders, crooks and the Communists
My mom was smarter. She attended St Mary’s College in Tsimshatsui, Hong Kong, albeit for only two years, soon after the War. She had arrived here in the colony before the Japanese occupation, thinking that it was safer under the protection of the British. She was in her early teens then, bringing with her a wicker suitcase filled with cash. Her elder brother wanted her to hide some of the family’s money in a safer place should the Japanese take their village and all their money. He might not have expected that crooks could take advantage of such a teenage girl. The invaders did take most of their money anyways, but it was the communist who robbed them of everything, and put my mother’s family in China through hell, because they had been landowners.
Right before my parents married, my father had only a plank to sleep on and relied on my mom for however little money she had remained. He had a respectable job for his background, cleaning for offices and commercial buildings, but the habit of gambling was taking a lot more than his salary.
Tea in the Thermos
So I was born to a negative income family and the strongest sensation since the earliest memory was the smell of food, particularly the cooking of rice from neighbours. I still remember standing at someone’s door at the sight of the family gathering round the table for dinner, hoping to satisfy my eternal hunger through what came through the nose, only to have the door shut in my face.
Tea came much later when I was five or six, when I was taken to dimsum restaurants in some rare occasions. The drink was not as attractive as the steamed chasiu buns, though I had only little of both. The thermos flask was our family teapot throughout my childhood. My father, however little he had come home, would brag about which was a better tea and the price of it. To us, it was something to make drinking hot water a slightly more substantial routine. We used whatever tealeaves that came by.
Hi Leo I bought your book ” Not all teas are created equal 14 years ago when we were building the Hong Kong Disneyland Resort. (I spent 27 years with Walt Disney Imagineering building Theme Parks around the world and was a big coffee drinker until I read your book) You converted a lot of us from coffee to tea drinkers I loved your and began exploring teas. Continuing my exploration when we built Disneyland Shanghai. Unfortunately I loaned your book to someone years ago and never got it back. I would love to buy another one. What is the best way to get one. Thanks very much Frank
Hello Frank,
You made me feel very happy saying that a lot of you ( and your friends? ) have been converted from coffee to tea because of my book. I hope it is fine tea that will enrich your health and enjoyment of life.
AS for that particular little book, it has been out of print for 11 years now. Over the years I have given away most of the few personal copies I have. There is only one remaining in my personal work drawer now.
Please let me check if I am able to ask for favour from people in my previous company to find if there are any forgotten copies. Send an email copying this text through the contact form so if we have luck, I shall have someone contacting you.
Hi Leo,
I enjoy reading your stories and tea articles very much! Thank you for sharing the story of you and your family. Every piece of your articles about tea and the history of China is very genuine. I love to share your article frequently on my facebook page and company page too! I am a Cantonese Canadian who live in Toronto, Canada. Happy Moon Festival!
Hello Vicky,
Nice to know you. Thank you for sharing my articles. Please do share your comments and any ideas here! We can always improve.
Wishing you success in your business and a happy life in Canada.
I’ve read your inspiring story previously and enjoyed it again tonight. Who knows where the river of life will take us? In 2012, I quit my corporate job to travel for a year. I spent six months in mainland China studying intensive Chinese and travelling throughout the countryside by train, bus, or whatever local transport passed by. In Yunnan, I fell in love with Pu’er tea (and a woman from Guangdong)–my life has never been the same. Cheers.
That is indeed a romantic story about tea! May I ask you to share it by writing for us an article with photos?
I require stories like this in my life to remind me of how well off I have actually been in my life. Mr. Kwan grew up and abode in such hardship, but seemed to have thrived so much in his spirit that he went on to create such a contrasting life for himself. I hope and pray his and his family’s continued success and I am grateful to see this trade of beauty for ashes.
We all have our individual paths in Life. However, it is ever a bright moment when one discovers a torch in another path going in the same direction. It warms the heart and makes the journey a lot more enjoyable.