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The woman believed to be the oldest living Canadian has died in B.C. at the age of 112.
Sum Ying Fung died Dec. 6, seven weeks short of her 113th birthday, while receiving treatment for pneumonia in Burnaby General Hospital.
Fung was born in 1899 in Guangdong, China — four years before the Wright brothers first flight and nearly 10 years before the first Model T Ford rolled off the assembly line.
Her husband, Chong Lim Fung, came to Canada in 1911 and later returned to China to marry her. He would return often to Canada to work and go back home to visit his growing family of three children.
But Canada's immigration rules didn't allow Sum Ying Fung to join her husband in Vancouver.
Those were some very hard times for her, said son, Fung Suey Kee.
"Second World War, she had a very difficult time …raising the family," he said.
In 1954, Sum Ying Fung was allowed to immigrate with her children, settling in Vancouver's Chinatown.
In 1967, her husband died and the family moved to East Vancouver.
When Fung was 90, she underwent brain surgery, but recovered and soon after that, she travelled the world with many of her family members, visiting Germany, France, Italy.
They returned to China for a visit at a tumultuous time — the democratic uprising of the late 1980s, when tanks rolled in the streets and hundreds of protesters were killed.
"In 1989, Tiananmen Square. She is there. We are there," her son said.
She last flew on a passenger jet on a visit to her son in California in 2010, when she was 111.
Fung's 112th birthday last Jan. 27 was marked with a proclamation from the City of Vancouver and a letter from the Queen.
Her son said Fung had some quarrels with modern society, especially skimpy bathing suits, and wore nothing less than a dress on a visit to the beach in Hawaii.
She also believed tap water could be contaminated and insisted on only drinking water that had been boiled.
Fung is survived by a son, daughter, 14 grandchildren, 25 great grandchildren and two great-great grandchildren.
A litte boy goes to his Dad and asks ,what is politics ?
Dad says , well son ,let me try to explain it this way .
I am the head of the family ,so call me the prime minister .
Your mother is the administrator of the money, so we call her the government .
We are here to take care of your needs ,so we call you the people .
The 女管家nanny ,We will consider her the working class .
And your baby brother ,we will call him the future .
Now ,think about that and see if it makes sense .
so the little boy goes off to bed thinking about what dad has said ,
later that night ,he hears his baby brother crying ,so he gets up to check on him.
He finds that baby has severely soiled his nappy so the little boy goes to his porent's room and finds his mother asleep , not wanting to wake her .He goes to the nanny's room .Finding the door locked, he peeks in the keyhole and sees his father in bed with the nanny, so he gives up and goes back to bed .
今日是我移居滿地可的 二十個年頭了 , 二十年呀 !移居的生活並不容易過 , 初來步到非常之慘情 ,舉目無親 ,一切都要由零開始去學習 ,好艱辛 !
外國人的文化習俗 ,包括語言 ,基本上同香港是無可能相比的 ,充滿了衝勁的香港人做人處事朝氣信心十足 ,相比外國人的處事按步就班緊慎 ,凡事要計劃蓄備好先進行 , 所以佢哋旣生活簡樸沉悶 ,我哋中國人對衣食住行要求最緊要是衣食 ,佢哋就認為住行是最重要的 .
而食物全冰鮮又淡味 ,反而後期愛上了法國人整的麵包 ,覺得喺最好食 ,特別是牛角包 .
現在我已習慣了那簡單平淡的生活方式 ,活在當下,享受悠閒無爭的日子 .很感寫意自在 .
