Saturday, February 27, 2010
“전주 이씨 효령대군 후손 납시오”
Friday, February 26, 2010
Yi clan of Jeonju, descendant of the Hyoryongdaegu
“There goes a Jeonju Yi. Definitely a Jeonju Yi, right?”
My husband whispers this to me whenever he sees someone on the street.
“There’s another Jeonju Yi!”
Even when we’re watching TV, he never misses a chance to point it out.
“You are the 18th-generation descendant of Prince Hyoryeong of the Jeonju Yi clan.”
My father would remind me of this every year—six times a year, to be exact—during ancestral memorial rites. But honestly, I’ve never cared much about who my ancestors were. The only time I’m interested is when I see someone small like me, with droopy, single-lidded eyes. If I ask out of curiosity, they almost always turn out to be descendants of Prince Hyoryeong of the Jeonju Yi clan.
While studying abroad, I lived in Garden City, Long Island. One day, I saw a little elderly Asian woman looking at flowers along the street.
“Hello.”
She looked up, surprised and pleased to hear Korean. Her face and body shape were just like mine.
“Excuse me, but by any chance...?”
Of course, she was part of the same clan. We were both so happy to meet. Because we shared the same family line, she invited me to her home many times, and I enjoyed delicious Korean food that reminded me of home.
Once, a friend had someone to meet, so I tagged along to the Jehovah’s Witness headquarters in Brooklyn, called the Watchtower. I saw someone walking toward us in the distance—and right away, I could tell:
“Definitely a Jeonju Yi.”
“Excuse me, are you...?”
“Yes!”
He was thrilled that I could tell just by looking. That’s how it is with descendants of Prince Hyoryeong from the Jeonju Yi clan—you can recognize them just by their appearance. Of course, some have double eyelids or are tall, but those traits probably come from stronger dominant genes mixing in over generations.
These days, with so many people getting cosmetic surgery, it’s harder to spot a true Jeonju Yi. Especially among the younger generation—most of them don’t care, and even if they are part of the clan, they don’t get excited when they meet a fellow member. So now, when I meet someone who looks like a Jeonju Yi, I just ask for their last name. If they say “Yi,” I nod quietly to myself and say, “I knew it.”
I had often seen newspaper ads about gatherings of the Jeonju Yi clan, especially for descendants of Prince Hyoryeong. One day, I finally got the courage to call. The person who answered said,
“Women also attend the gatherings. We go to karaoke afterward to get to know each other. Please join us. What’s your job?”
“I am an artist,” I said.
“Oh, you're an artist?”
There was a brief silence.
“We’ll contact you when we have our next meeting.”
And then he quickly hung up.
They never called back. Maybe they thought I was a poor artist calling in hopes of getting help from the clan. But all I really wanted was to confirm the image I’d formed in my mind of what the descendants of Prince Hyoryeong looked like.