Nancy and Dewey

Greetings! It has been such a long, long time since I last wrote in this memoir. Suffice to say that huge portions of life got in the way during much of 2021, and it was a very difficult year. The good news is I’m back in the writer’s chair once again. Words and memories, like […] Continue Reading

Greetings! It has been such a long, long time since I last wrote in this memoir. Suffice to say that huge portions of life got in the way during much of 2021, and it was a very difficult year. The good news is I’m back in the writer’s chair once again. Words and memories, like unruly hedgehogs scratching at the door, are eagerly nuzzling, nipping, and nudging to be let out and run free.

As I write these words, I’m savoring my favorite spot in all the world—a terrace in Ghirardelli Square overlooking the bay and Alcatraz Island in San Francisco. It’s early March, and not a cloud floats in the baby-blue western sky. Only a slight breeze is blowing, and it’s a balmy 70 degrees—unreal for this time of year in this chilly maritime city. For me, this is a place of profound reckoning, joy, and healing. 

Speaking of healing, I’m also recovering from a breakthrough bout of Covid but thankfully, I’m doing just fine. A sense of deep gratefulness is settling in. Hedgehogs, it’s time to continue our journey. Let’s go…

— Mi Ae

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When I was in my 20s, my father once asked me, teasingly, where I was in the 1960s. I utterly shocked myself by uncharacteristically replying wittily, “I was an egg, of course.” He and I both laughed huge and long.

My given birthdate was January 28, 1970. I say “given” because as far as I know, I was not born in a hospital or in any place where any sort of paperwork or documentation heralded my arrival. My hometown is Pusan, a metropolitan port city in the southeastern part of the country. Now known as Busan, it is the second-largest city in South Korea after Seoul and renowned for its mountains, beaches, and Buddhist temples.

The day was probably a very cold one, given the time of year. Legend has it that I was dropped off at a police station, as was the case for thousands of babies at the time in post-war Korea who were born to mothers who could not afford to care for them or would be severely ostracized for having children out of wedlock. I ended up in an orphanage in Seoul under the care of the Holt International Children’s Services, having been named Shin Mi Ae (the surname comes first in Korean) and photographed with a placard stating my name and estimated birthdate.

Nancy, Dewey, and Mi Ae as a baby

Nearly 6,000 miles away in California, my parents were corresponding with the Holt agency on when a girl baby might become available for adoption. They had started the process about two years prior, and understandably, they were anxious for an actual child to arrive. I was one of the 1,932 children to be adopted out of my birth country that year.

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My parents were as American-heartland as they come, both from small towns—my mother from central Wisconsin and my father near Lincoln, Nebraska. My mother, whose maiden name was Dewar, was quite proud of her English-Scottish heritage, while my father’s family had German and Swedish roots (Lipe and Schoenleber).

Born Nancy Ellen Dewar in 1939, my mother was the only child of Ada Mills and Duncan Dewar. Ada married Duncan when she was just 19 but could not tolerate her husband’s alcoholism and divorced him when my mother was only five years old. It was something that was just not done by a very young woman living in a painfully small Wisconsin town in the 1940s.

Nancy Dewar sitting atop her father's car.

My mother Nancy sitting atop her father’s car in the early 1940s.

Fiery and strong-willed even as a child, Nancy grew up to be a striking, petite, doe-eyed girl who was a classic overachiever—editor of her high school newspaper, class valedictorian, a star performer in drama, a champion on the debate team, and an anorexic. She was a promising, college-bound young woman when she began classes at the University of Wisconsin in Madison, but then she abruptly dropped out to marry my father in 1959, much to her mother’s lifelong disappointment.

Ada and Nancy

My mother Nancy, right, with her mother, Ada, shortly after my parents married.

My father, born Duane Henry Lipe in 1933, was the youngest of three children of a farmer. He was a blonde, blue-eyed cherub who won a prize at the state fair for being the Most Beautiful Baby. Expected to carry on the farm along with his older brother, my dad grew into a quiet, introverted, and deeply spiritual adolescent who decided instead to enter the ministry. Later he attended seminary in Switzerland, the only time in his life when he ever traveled outside the United States. Upon his return to America, my father became a Methodist pastor and was eventually assigned three tiny country churches in rural Wisconsin. And this is where he met my mother—at a church ice skating party.

Fifty-some years later, my dad told me that his first impression of her that fateful evening was that she was psychotic. Exactly why I don’t know, but his interest in psychology was already budding. Perhaps even then, he sensed in her a fascinating project to work on. But there was no doubt that she was gorgeous, vivacious, and capable of cranking up a charm that was as irresistible and vital as a roaring wood stove on an icy Wisconsin night.

Thus began a chaotic courtship that led to 39 years of a tumultuous marriage, a journey that neither of them could have imagined. No doubt, it turned out to be more than either of them ever bargained for.

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17 Comments

  1. Rene Terry Mucci

    I am in awe of you. 😊

    • Mi Ae Lipe

      Thank you so much, Rene! Your own memoir ain’t bad either [grin]. If anyone here is taking care of a parent or loved one with dementia, I highly recommend Rene’s book, I’ll Sing Again Tomorrow: A Memoir. A must-read! https://reneterrymucci.com/

      • Rene Terry Mucci

        Thank you, Mi Ae ❤️. You helped bring that book to life . Without your knowledge and kindness, it would still be a journal on my nightstand. 🌻

    • RulerInPeace

      My precious Mi Ae. I sit here on a bench in almost the southernmost spot in the United States.

      I am only 90 miles from Cuba and I just saw a cruise ship making its way to port in order to dock.

      Key West Florida is indeed a tourist spot and the temperature at 6am was a pleasant 72 degrees, which feels chilly due to the wind blowing.

      I feel so blessed and I concur with comments expressing awe over the person you are. You always do more in me than most and I am grateful for this.

      Reading your blog made me cry. I miss Dewey. I miss you. I am sitting here listening to my music peace titled Rise feeling so blessed to know you and proud of you.

      I pray you find more balance in life. LoL, that is hilarious considering the source but I do feel so much more peace.

      Thank you for seeing the beauty in me as I have always seen the priceless beauty in you.

  2. Melinda

    Hi Mi Ae….
    I’m so honeyed to read this. Thank you for writing about , you… and your life. Since I know & your father , it adds to the wonderful memories I have of knowing you both…your Father was a wonderful man.

    • Mi Ae Lipe

      Hello, Melinda! So lovely to hear from you, and yes, you got to know my father so well when you took care of him during a couple of his last remaining years. I can’t thank you enough for all you did for our family. Love and hugs!

  3. Susan Maresco

    Mi Ae, wow and wow, you are telling it wonderfully. Now i must send you the novel, “Pachinko”, as some of the main characters are from Busan. And i hope you will read and enjoy it as i am..

    • Mi Ae Lipe

      Thank you, Susan! And I can’t wait to read Pachinko. I tried to see if I could get it on Audible as an audiobook but apparently my membership level doesn’t include it. So yes, please do send it once you finish it : )

  4. Bill Irwin

    Honored to follow your blog, as well as your wonderful and insightful contributions to BMWCCA.

    • Mi Ae Lipe

      Thank you so much, Bill—I am so glad you’re enjoying this, and thank you for being along in this journey. And I appreciate your kind words about my articles for the BMW CCA.

  5. Alex Tennent

    You are truly a miracle Me Ai…

    Thank you for letting me share in your story.

  6. Marion

    Great to learn so much about you. I still remember the “ odd” gray house on HWY 33, where ur parents lived.
    Hope u both are doing really well. Stop by if u pass Jefferson.
    Times really stink right now , ur memories let me forget for a moment.
    Hugs
    Marion

    • Mi Ae Lipe

      Hi, Marion! It is lovely to hear from you here. The house you remember on Hwy 33 was actually my grandmother Ada’s home, not where my parents lived. It was one of five homes she built in the La Crosse area; three of them are in Wedgewood Valley. At some point in this memoir, I’ll share some photos and stories about my grandmother’s houses; she was a remarkable designer. And yes, we need to get together—I’ll be in touch soon. Love and hugs!!

  7. Florence Klein

    MiAe:
    I am so happy to read your story!!! I feel the veins that have drawn me close to you over the past year. I look forward to all your words.

  8. Jeanne (Terry) Dukerschein

    Hi MiAe, Loved both the photos and the writing. Memoirs are so important and helpful. I was very fortunate that both of my parents wrote and published one–Dad’s was the first part and Mom’s was the second part. Often I read a portion of each on their individual birthdays. Not every year right on the birthdays, but every year for each for sure.

  9. Alex Sargeant

    Glad to see you’ve gotten back to the autobiography project. May it bring you joy, growth, and a feeling of satisfied accomplishment.