這是365天X3 = —千多天的記錄與故事。算來一共照了15,000張照片。所以平均每天照十四張，消除的還不算，有點可怕。這種照像頻率只有大熊貓的成長記錄比得上。我沒照Video，一則我的技術不佳，二則沒辦法用在出版上。
Hamilton Y. Chu is my first grandson. His Chinese name is Chu Yu-Shien. The word “Yu” means “to educate, to cultivate, and to nurture.” “Shien” is the word for “virtuous, worthy, and able.” Usually， I call him “Kenbo. ” This nickname is what one would lovingly call a boy with the name “Shien” in Japanese. He is also called “Munky” at home. “Apo” is an affectionate way of addressing one’s grandmother in Hakka, a Taiwanese dialect.
One’s own grandchildren are always the loveliest, smartest, most precious things in life. If you don^ feel this way, a visit to the psychiatrist is in order. Biologically, every grandchild inherits one fourth of their genes from each of his or her grandparents. If you don^ think you have the best grandchildren, well, it might be okay to slight yourself, but you should be wary of insulting your better half (your old wife)— there could be serious consequences!
A grandchild is also like a rare, treasured book. This could be a book that you keep on the shelf. Once in a while, you gaze upon it and touch its cover to make sure that it s really there. At times, you might flip through your favorite pages, close your eyes, and savor the images.
Some people read their favorite book time and time again with a tireless obsession. I am one of those guys.
Reading the book of a grandchild is not the same as reading a homework assignment. You do not do it out of obligation. Because it is something you want to do, your mind opens up, and your observation skills sharpen. The situation is also very different from the experience of raising your own kids. When you are the parent, there are so many responsibilities weighing on your shoulders that it is very hard to step back and be objective. Even at 70 years old, I continue to learn many new lessons from the book of Kenbo.
My wife and I usually saw Kenbo two to three times a week. Before he was two, we usually just walked around or played in the sandbox at the park with him. At age two, Kenbo started coming to our home by himself and spending one night each week with us. On weekends, the entire family would find time to have a meal together.
When it comes to Kenbo, I only ever think about what is good for him. My own self-esteem is the last thing on my mind. As a result, I don’t always act in a way that people would call “dignified.” Others might think I spoil him. Laughing at my unusual behavior, my wife and some of my friends sometimes call me “Stupid A-Kong, ” “ Weird A-Kong, ” “Crazy A-Kong, ” “World’s Cheapest A-Kong.” I never let them bother me. In fact, I was quite proud! I realized that my infatuation with Kenbo was simply beyond remedy!
This book is a collection of stories and observations from more than one thousand days of Kenbo’s first years of life. In total, I have taken more than 15,000 pictures—a record-keeping effort comparable to that for the endangered giant panda. I didn’t make many video recordings because I wasn’t as good at it. Plus, video clips are not suitable for publishing.
I had planned to write this book for a long time, but because I was so deeply and emotionally invested, it was hard to put the words on paper. I started by printing 1400 photos from my collection and laying them all out on the floor of my study room. For a while, there was no space to walk. I sorted them chronologically and by activity and began to write the content for each chapter. The first draft took me two years to finish.
This book covers Kenbo’s life until February 27, 2011, his third birthday. After this milestone, his life became more complex, and it was harder for me to keep up with the details. Plus, the arrival of his younger brother, Reason, and his twin cousins, Casey and Lucas, significantly expanded the Chu family. My old brain was getting overwhelmed.
A very wonderful and special relationship exists between Kenbo and his Apo. The first word he ever uttered was “Apo.” Even when they were in the same house, Kenbo would not stop calling,44Apo! Apo!,? until he made eye contact with her. One time, the two of them parted ways without exchanging a goodbye kiss. Kenbo felt so sad. When they got home, he insisted that his mom, Sandy, call Apo on the phone so he could say a proper goodbye. In addition to these moments of affection, there were so many incidents in which he behaved in a naughty way or was having fun with his grandma. That is why I decided to title this book Kenbo and Apo.
Published in 08/2013
Donated by Dr. I. Chu 06/2018
Posted in 07/2018