~The Return of Fireball 1988~

I finally found a Mowe's blog. Well, beside those I already know :D Here it is...

Maxine's Blog

Anyway, I am just glad, I am apart of a big family. I have always known I had relatives outside the Malaysian boundaries.

My first memory was from dear Aunty Gerd from Norway.

The year was 1988... I was only 4 years old. And at that time we were living at Sunrise Park. At that time she was 68 years old. Because of her stay with us in that little house, I became very attached to her. The best memory of all was when she started nicknaming me *Fireball.

(*Fireball is the name of the Japanese guy in Saber Rider - some 1980s anime :D)

We shared the same room when Aunty Gerd came in 1988. Although, I was too young to remember but the only thing that I clearly remembered was, she was VERY LOVEABLE! Just like cousin Kjellan said, "She is a very loveable lady, you will love her." As a matter of fact, yes, I do love her. She is nice and gently.

YET..............................

When my Mum went to Norway a few years back with my Dad, my Mum came back with the most painful message ever, "Tell Fireball, I won't live long enough go back to Kuching..." That remark brought frustrations to me. I didn't know whether to cry or to just sit there like some empty soul. Everytime, I searched for Saber Rider on the internet, the thought of Aunty Gerd will come to mind.

However, this year (2006), the NEXT best thing came. I met Aunty Gerd's son, Kjellan and daughter, Solveig. My Mum organized what is the first in the world, a convention of family members from all over the world. It was called the Mowe Convention. We had relatives coming from Norway, Singapore, Australia, New Zealand and even West Malaysia to come for the convention. It was great big family gathering actually.

Now, at this convention, most of the Norweigens knew me as ONE NAME. Fireball. Then, it occured to me that Aunty Gerd had spoken a lot about me. Kjellan told me the same thing. I felt happy. But, at the same time, I was sad. I wanted so bad to see Aunty Gerd. Now, I realised, each time I see Kjellan, I cried because when I look at him, I think of her. Within that short number of days, we became close. Whenever I hugged Kjellan, I would cry. What made matters worst, was the promise we made. "Promise me when you go to Norway, you MUST see my mother." The smile on his face was pleasant. I felt warm and yes, tears rolled down my cheeks like it will never stop flowing. Half the time, I was speechless. But, all I knew, I felt warm inside.

How did our family expend to a global scale? Many thanks to our ancestor, Shaliong Mowe. Based on some research, Great great grandfather Shaliong, was the Rajah's butler. And how did we get family in Norway? Well, one of my great grandfather sailed on a boat to Norway. And during that 3 years at sea, he had children. We are so scattered that I believe we have other Mowes at other places. I wish I knew better of the Mowe history! But what I know for sure, great grandaunty Lucy had a bible with Lord Chambers' handwriting in it!

Seriously, now, I don't really know what to blog about. *lol* I am not being forgetful but then, I am being lazy! And when I do feel like blogging, there is always something that holds me down!

So, guess here I shall stop! :D

~Jezsiema~