I’ve taken my cold weather clothing out of my suitcase, and they’re hanging on my portable closet. When I showed my host mom my winter coat, she scoffed and said, “That won’t do here in Cheongju. Don’t you know you’re in one of the coldest parts of the country?” I’m worried about the snow but not nearly as much as another fellow Angeleno ETA, who didn’t bring anything warmer than a sweatshirt to Korea. We’re going to have to buy him the most plush down coat and ear muffs to keep him warm. Lucky for me, I won’t be in Korea during the coldest months of winter. I’m returning to LA on December 20 (mark your calendars!) for ACL surgery and staying two months to start the arduous physical therapy, which I will continue in Cheongju once I fly back to Korea in late February.
“What have I been up to these past months,” you may be wondering. Flip the calendar back to September, shall we?
During the third week of September, I celebrated Chuseok, Korea’s equivalent of Thanksgiving, in Daegu with my paternal relatives. Daegu is located in North Gyeongsang province in the southeastern corner of South Korea. I barely found bus and train tickets to/from Daegu three weeks prior to Chuseok day. Apparently, one has to book tickets months in advance.
After having celebrated both the US and Korean Thanksgiving, I’d reason that Chuseok is an even bigger deal. Albeit there is no pumpkin pie involved, but the entire country takes a break from its work-centric schedule as Koreans travel to their hometowns to celebrate Chuseok. Not only does one visit his/her grandparents, he/she must also visit all the ancestral homes and graves to pay respect to his/her ancestors. In each home, songpyeon (traditional rice cakes) and other prepared food is set on a large table as offering to ancestors.
I hate to rely on Wikipedia as a source, but click here to find out more. Chuseok - Korean Thanksgiving
Koreans say that Daegu remains a conservative corner of the country, and they weren’t joking. My dad instructed me to visit the Big House (the Suh family’s ancestral compound) and make the rounds, but my grandma and aunts told me that that’s a man’s job. No female above the age of five ever goes to these events, so don’t bother is what they told me. During Chuseok, the women of the family will traditionally spend days cooking all the food that will be served to the ancestors and eaten by the family. On the day of Chuseok, when men visit homes and gravesites, women stand on the sidelines quietly. Important to note is that my family still observes the most traditional practices of Korea, and that my aunts and uncles come from a different generation of Koreans. I don't even know if I could call them a typical Korean family.
It is interesting to me how Confucian ideals are rooted even deeper in Korea than Confucius’s home country. Instead of getting all worked up about the inequalities of patriarchal societies and why men and women eat at different tables in my paternal family, I’ll just accept it. I'm not here to change Korean culture nor to extract the causes of why things are the way they are. Most definitely, I will not impose my Western values upon my relatives. It would be so biased of me to state whether these practices are good, bad, unfair, or discriminatory. Who am I to judge? I'm hear to learn and to observe.
I came to Korea with the desire of experiencing contemporary, secular Korean culture, but in seeking only that, I may be missing out on experiencing the many subcultures and strains of Korean culture that make life in this country seem so dynamic and puzzling to me.