That’s also a question playwright Gab Cody grapples with in her new work, Inside Passage, as she seeks to uncover a story from her own family history that takes her down a path fraught with representational peril.
Friday, March 09, 2018
“Inside Passage” at Quantum Theatre
That’s also a question playwright Gab Cody grapples with in her new work, Inside Passage, as she seeks to uncover a story from her own family history that takes her down a path fraught with representational peril.
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I think about the story of myself and the story of my family often. My father's family story is pretty well documented; his family came to Canada from France, and most of their history is being catalogued by my uncle as he discovers more information. My mother's family is a little more vague. I'm sure there are some records somewhere, but they haven't really been interested in finding them. I actually only saw pictures of her family as children this past summer. My mother is a Vietnam War refugee. I think about telling her story often. I have only ever heard the abridged version, the one she tells strangers. I know the general events of her journey to America: running away from home, leaving Saigon, being attacked by pirates, being stranded in Malaysia, getting on another boat to America, and arriving at Angel Island. I do not know much beyond that. We are not a particularly emotional family; the first time I heard the story she said that she didn't want to tell me because she didn't want me to think it was ok to run away from home. I don't know how she felt as she floated at sea with a boat full of strangers; I couldn't tell you her struggle to get on her feet in a foreign country. But as my mother ages, and, even now, I can see her memory start to deteriorate, I am more interested in telling her story. My father keeps pestering me to record her telling the whole thing, and maybe, in the near future, I will.
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