Re: “How Wing Luke’s legacy continues to shape Seattle” (Feb. 7, Tradition):
We members of the Seattle Chinese language Group Women Drill Crew merely knew Wing Luke as Uncle Wing, a kindly group uncle. He at all times had a heat smile and cheery greeting for us, even when besieged by teams of us in our pink, sequined uniforms, hitting the streets to promote raffle tickets for group fundraisers. Auntie Ruby Chow (who backed his Metropolis Council race and co-founded the Wing Luke Museum) instructed us to ask everybody we encountered in Chinatown and our neighborhoods to purchase raffle tickets.
Uncle Wing by no means turned us down. Sooner or later, my group was the primary to spy him strolling previous the Chong Wa constructing in Chinatown. We surrounded him, clamoring, “Uncle Wing, purchase a raffle ticket from me!” “No, me!” He smiled broadly, saying, “I would like one from every of you.” Our first gross sales of the day! Thanking him profusely, we rushed off. I appeared again. Nearly instantly encircled by the subsequent group of teammates, he once more purchased one raffle ticket from every — till laughingly, he raised his pockets overhead, flipped it the wrong way up, declaring, “I’m sorry ladies; I’ve no extra money! Subsequent time!”
That’s the Wing Luke I maintain in my coronary heart.
Betty Lau, Seattle
