Sunday, December 31, 2023

Cliff Wong Celebration of Life Extras

 

Full Recording with Slideshow and Live Speakers

Obituary



Berkeley Times Tributes to Cliff


Notes for Cliff

Most were sent for Karen to read to him during his last few days
Alphabetical by First Name

 

Brad, Nephew

 Hi Uncle Cliff, Im in Thailand at the moment. Karen has been a sweetheart in informing the family of your progress. Just to let you know, that family is first and that youre one of the solid foundations of the Wong Family throughout the years. Im sorry that I cant visit you since Im here in Thailand. Just know that I love you and all your siblings from the day I was born - from when I was an infant to toddler to teen to an adult, just know that I love you. Youre a great inspiration to all of us! Im praying for you… Youre a great man Uncle Cliff and were all here here for you, please take care. Love Brad

 

Carolyn, Niece

Please give him my regards...have so appreciated his larger than life presence in my life...MUCH LOVE TO Uncle Clifford, Aunt Letty, and your families....Hugs, Carolyn

 

Chris Lim, Niece

Dear Uncle,

I am full of gratitude for your loving guidance in all aspects of my life…growing up in Berkeley schools and you attending my annual Halloween parades, Monday night dinners on 9th Street through when I got my first teaching job in Berkeley.  For 33 years you mentored me as I rose through the ranks, ultimately taking on your position as Assistant Superintendent when you handed me your business cards!

Your unconditional guidance and sense of humor will always and forever live in my heart. 

Thank you, my dear uncle, for always giving your best even when you think it cant get worse.  Rest in tranquil peace as you ascend to the heavens surrounded by white light.  Love you uncle….

 

Geoff, Son-in-Law

Dad,

Thank you, for being such a great father-in-law to me. My dad died when I was 31, so you were my father for even longer than my own father was.

I learned so much from you. How to be a better father to my daughters, a better husband to Karen, a better brother, a better son, and a better person in general. You taught me with your words of wisdom and many stories of your lifes experiences. And what great stories they were.

But perhaps even more importantly, you also taught me by example. How you lived your life, how you enjoyed good food and simple pleasures, how you loved to speak loudly and laugh even more loudly, how you handled challenges that came your way, and how you loved, protected, and took care of the people that mattered a great deal to you.

It has been a great joy and honor to be a part of your family. And to be able to call you Dad.

Thank you, Dad, for everything.

 

Jerald, Nephew

Hi Uncle Clifford. Its Jerald.  Im home in Florida and Im sorry I cant visit you.  I hope you still remember all the best times. I do. Some of my best times were growing up nearby to you and Auntie Letty, Brian and Karen.

You cooking Tomato Beef Chow Mein for us on McBryde was our favorite meal and we looked forward to it so much.

Living in terror of waking up Auntie Letty on Saturday morning with our noise and the TV cartoons was another experience engrained in me!

And the summers and winters in the Wong cabin were always the best with the Chan Clan. The bowling and softball teams, the uncle and kids dishwashing assignments, the tents outside, Sahara buffets, Pau Pau and aunties cooking, choosing Keno ticket numbers, skiing down the face of Heavenly…all made possible because of you and the family.

 

Julie, Niece

Hi Uncle Clifford

This is from Julie and the rest of my family. Thank you for being such a fun & wonderful uncle & role model!  Here are some memories that stand out - overnights @ McBryde (my parents wanted to get rid of us a lot), spending time with your family @the cabin during the winter, and of course, summers in Tahoe with the Chans (which have too many memories to list) - you exposed me to my first experiences with trash talking at the softball games/bowling comps, made the kp duties unfairly (I always had the worst crews), etc. Tahoe was never the same without you and Aunty Letty.  Lindsay, Courtney, Sierra, & Phoenix are trying their best to keep it going.

Shack thanks you for welcoming him into the family and for helping him get into admin. Dont know if you know that he got his EdD from USC.

Sierra & Phoenix thank you for the Monday dessert nights, Tahoe memories, and family get togethers. Sierra is now Head Mens & Womens Tennis Coach @ Solano Community College. She played tennis & basketball at Dominican University and got her credential there. Sierra plans to get married in Nov. Phoenix teaches 5th grade at Suisun Valley Elementary School and is training to play pro basketball overseas. He played at Cal Poly Pomona. Phoenix got married last year and his wife teaches 3rd grade in Fairfield.

You must be proud of your wonderful, caring, & compassionate family!

We love you Uncle Clifford!!!❤️❤️❤️


Lori, Berkeley School District Friend

Dearest Cliff,

I remember meeting you when I was hired in 1988 as the Manager of the Bilingual Education Program for the Berkeley Unified School District when you were the Associate Superintendent of Curriculum at Berkeley Unified School District.

I remember collaborating with you from the beginning on two major issues: the CA State Department of Education noncompliance on services to students whose first language is not English and a lawsuit from parents of the same English as a Second Language students that went to trial. After many intense long work hours, we were found in compliance with the CA State Department of Education and the school district won the lawsuit. Some words that come to mind which describe the unique and special person you were are hardworking, professional, efficient, diplomatic, persistent, resourceful, dependable, compassionate, organized, versatile, and talented.

As an educational administrator, you had one of the longest histories with the school district. You started as a teacher and became principal of Berkeley High School, Personnel Director of Personnel Services, Associate Superintendent of Curriculum, Acting Superintendent multiple times, and even after retirement served as a consultant as acting superintendent, director in personnel matters, and a negotiator with various unions. You were an extremely valuable, multitalented, knowledgeable administrator who knew the historical background of the school district and you were well respected by many.

I observed the special long relationship you had with your secretary Eva Hayes. I saw the two of you as the dynamic duel. You showed your loyalty, compassion, and support to her when her husband passed away and then her daughter and son passed. You took care of her estate and when she had dementia, you found live-in home caretakers. Eva recognized you until her passing. You sold her house, closed her estate, and oversaw all her affairs with such devotion and care.

Professionally, you provided support and advice to many people including principals, administrators, teachers, parents, and students.

Personally, your family was always a priority for you. You shared many stories with me about your family. You greatly loved Letty, your dear wife, your daughter Karen, your son, Brian, and your grandchildren. You even enjoyed babysitting.

Because of your belief in the importance of education and that one should follow one’s passion and enjoy what they do in life, you provided generously with your guidance, emotional and financial support to many family members.

You enjoyed your family gatherings with your immediate family as well as your many endearing siblings. You were able to show your sense of humor with much joy and laughter as you supported each other through your senior years.

Through our get togethers, I learned about your various hobbies such as representing the San Francisco Chinese American men’s basketball team vs Chinese men’s basketball team. In your adult years, you made many friends by playing golf and poker at the Country Club. You got a chuckle when I gave you your favorite brand of golf balls and personalized poker chips as gifts. You teasingly commented that you will have to remember to retrieve your golf balls.

I had the honor of continuing our precious friendship after both of us retired from Berkeley Unified. We enjoyed staying connected with our lunch gatherings and special family celebrations you were able to attend. I cherished our close and special friendship throughout the thirty -five years.  I appreciated very much how much you provided guidance and support to me.

You have touched, helped, and impacted so many people in your life. You could face various challenges and with your compassion, kind, giving,

generous nurturing abilities and quietly help make things better for so many.

Cliff, you will be greatly missed. May you rest in peace, and may the angels protect you as you now move forward to join your loved ones in heaven.

In our hearts always with love,

Lori  Chinn,  October 10, 2023 


Mary, Letty’s MJ Buddy (Hubby Jim played Poker with Dad)

I think about you whenever I’m doing naughty things, wanted to bring over the chow mein you like. Love you and am praying for you.

 

Mike, Nephew

Dearest Uncle Cliff,

I am deeply saddened of the news of your medical situation. I have been wanting to come by to visit you and Auntie Letty recently, hoping you were in good enough spirits for a visit. Karen has been keeping me up to date on the goings on and after last week’s update, my trucks were developing problems and not sure if they could make it over there or not.

Thank you so much for being a great and compassionate and concerning Uncle!

You have always been there to talk to and always had great stories! Last year Karen sent me some photos and flyers that you saved on your teams1950s Asian Basketball tour.  I had heard that you played locally in SF but did not know that you and your team had travelled abroad to play!  It was great to read and hear about that! And seeing the pictures of young you!

It would have been great to hear your version of that trip straight from yourself! A new aspect I did not know!

Of course the Best story is the one that you re-told at my Dad’s celebration of life,

Jeez, McGeesgot a piece!”  The story of you, My Dad, and uncle Charcoal going out together to get my Dad’s stereo and speakers back after they were stolen!  You gained a couple hundred new fans that day with that story!

Thank you for starting the Great Lake Tahoe Family Legacy! I hope Karen showed you the pic I sent her. That black & white picture captures essence and camaraderie of what Lake Tahoe is all about! And now your daughter and Julie are carrying that tradition onwards!


 


I also want to say that the recent photos I have seen of you and Auntie Letty together are some of the sweetest, most touching views of caring and long-lasting love between you two! I love the way she lights up when she reaches out and you two touch and hold hands! Those actions to me are true, deep, long, and everlasting love for one another!

Words cant say everything l feel, but thank you so much for being the loving, caring, strong, determined, and fair person that you are! I will always remember you and you have a place in my heart forever!  ❤️Love U forever Uncle Cliff!!

your nephew and huge fan, Mike!💕💔🌲

 

Patty Soe, Poker Pal (and so much more)

My dear dear bud Cliff, i jus heard now from Karen & she said u are sleeping. I missed seeing u this am at 1508.  I'm so grateful for visiting w/u Saturday & holding ur hand. Herb, u & i had some really wild fun times together here & Tahoe.❤️

If this is our earthly goodbye... Sleep well my pal.  Herb is waiting w/a full deck to welcome u!!!  Bring  $$$!!!

Ur pal...

Patty

 

Rachel, Stacey, Jody, Jacqui, Rebecca - Grandnieces

This is Rachel, Stacey and Jodie (Vicki's daughters) and Rebecca and Jacqueline (Val's daughters). We wanted to send a note and video to Uncle Cliff. 

Whenever we'd see him he was always so jovial, ready with a joke, mischievous look in his eyes and an easy laugh! My sister, Stacey, went to University of Redlands and every time she'd see him he would start the Redlands Och Tamale chant! He'd always tease her and try to rally us all to join in. He finally got us: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xlC1Qu3iglQ ðŸ˜†

 


Randy, Nephew

 Thank you for being a great uncle over the years. You are easily one of my most favorite uncles out of everyone who I ever called "uncle" (including the numerous friends of my parents). You were always easy to talk to.

I recalled that, years ago in the late sixties, you told me one Sunday that you were going to be at my school in Chinatown the next day. I knew you worked in Berkeley, and I remembered thinking to myself, "Yeah, right. You're just messing with me." To my great surprise, I ran into you in the crowded stairways at school, and you lifted me up above your head. At that moment, I was hoping that some of the other kids saw that I knew someone important enough to visit the principal who everyone feared.

Thank you for inviting the Chan family to the Tahoe cabin all those years. The weeks at Tahoe were my very favorite weeks of each year. It was fun golfing with you during the later years at Tahoe as well. You were the best golfer I ever played with.

I look forward to seeing you again when my number comes up. Bye Uncle Cliff.


Rich, Nephew

Uncle Cliff,

I wanted you to know how much I appreciate everything you have done for all of us over the years.  I have so many fond memories of you and the times our families shared together.   In particular, all the Tahoe trips, winters and summers.

I regret not taking up golf sooner.  I would give anything to have played one round with you.  I know you would have kicked my ass but I would have had a great time with you.  As of today my index is an 8.6.  I'm getting better slowly.  Whenever I play, I think of you because I know how much you loved to play.

I am truly grateful for you always being there for my Dad.  My Dad has so much respect and love for you, and rightfully so.  Uncle Cliff, thank you for your unwavering support and love.  You will always be a part of me. Everytime I tee it up I will think of you. I love you very much.

Love, 

Rich

 

Roxanne and Ken, old family friends (Ken brought Dad to Poker Games for past few years)

Just give him our love and hugs.  Tell him we are thinking of him with love. 

 

Stephanie, Niece

Dearest Uncle Cliff, 

Youve always inspired in me the value of higher education and the invaluable talent of spitting as a form of raw emotion.  I will always cherish the love behind that poker face.  I love you very much, Uncle Cliff!!!

 

Terry, Niece

To my dear Uncle Cliff,

I so wish I were there in person to tell you all these things and to give you the biggest bear hug ever, but I hope you know that my heart is aching not to be there and that my words, though heartfelt, can never express fully how much you mean to me.

You have been cheering me on since I was born, because I was your big brothers daughter and youd do anything for us! ❤️ The special and comforting agreement was that Rich and I would go live with you and Auntie Letty if anything happened to my parents and vice versa with Brian and Karen. Even though that never had to happen, we got to spend countless hours together…so so many wonderful memories, especially of Tahoe vacations (Spring, Summer and Winter) and special get together times with the Wong family, and the Ongs and Chans, too. And lets not forget the fun privilege of attending the Tournament of Champions for years! Go Berkeley! Those were really the best of days and memories I will cherish forever.

But besides that, you are a man of wisdom, and whenever I needed guidance, I could always go to you for advice, support and encouragement. I thank you for that and for the impact youve had and the role model youve been to me and so many others!

You've been blessed and surrounded by Auntie Letty, Brian, Karen, their spouses, your grandchildren, so many extended family members and a great number of friends and colleagues who have the greatest admiration and respect for you. What a rich and full life youve lived. I hope you realize the extent of your influence and care on so many people and thus, how much you are loved.

A funny from Doug that I wonder if youll remember…you and Auntie made the trip all the way to Oregon for our wedding! After our ceremony, you congratulated us and looked at Doug and said, You better be good to her or Ill put a contract out on you!” 🤣😂 Needless to say, hes been the best husband I could ever dream of, and maybe I owe that to you! Haha!

Uncle, I love you so very much and am praying that in these days you will know more and more the love of Jesus for YOU! May his comforting presence and peace be felt and may you trust Him to carry you home.

With the greatest of love,

Terry (& Doug)


Thelette Bennett, District friend and adopted daughter

I hope his family reads what I just emailed to his old email address. I wanted to share my work journey in Berkeley Unified School district with his family. Below are two picture of me when I was younger & the other picture is present. I wanted you to know my story with Cliff Wong. 

I remember Cliff Wong at Burbank from 1959-1962   I was a 7 th grader. It was a different time. Cliff knew my parents & so did Mr Dwight, who was the principal of Burbank Jr. High school at that time. I was a scary child I was never in trouble & at that time I was scared of my shadow. I went on to Berkeley High school & graduated in 1965. I got a scholarship to college & graduated in 1969.

I started teaching P.E. In 1969 at Berkeley High school. Cliff, principal of Berkeley High school, remembered me from Burbank. Cliff always watched over me & took me under his wing. He encouraged me to teach in model school A in 1971, an alternative school to Berkeley High school. I taught in Model school A from 1971 till 1974. Cliff then encourage me to do Student Activities. Cliff always saw more in me than I saw in myself. From 1972 till 1992 I was the Student Activities at Berkeley High school. I then became the Vice Principal at Willard Jr. High School from 1992-1994. I then became the Vice principal of Longfellow Jr. High school from 1994 thru 2002.   In 2002-2006, I was the Vice Principal of Berkeley High School. 

I am sharing my story with you because I am who I am because Cliff Wong took me under his wing. Cliff taught me how to be tough but to be kind in the process of doing my job. He taught me to never forget where I came from. He taught to be humorous as I did my job. Cliff always said to treat staff, students better than I was treated in my life’s work journey. He taught me to have integrity in what ever I did in the work place. Cliff told me I was his adopted black daughter.  I was so proud when he told me that. He also told me how proud he was of me for how I did my job.  I wanted you to know my work journey. I was who I was because of Cliff Wong took me under his wing  When he died I felt I lost a family member & I cried crocodile tears for Cliff Wong.  I am such a better person because I was blessed & fortunate to know  such a wonderful person as Cliff Wong. 

I just wanted his family to know how much Cliff Wong meant to me. 

Thelette A. Bennett

His adopted black Daughter 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰




Val, Niece

Dear Uncle Cliff, 

I've been on the sidelines waiting for Karen's updates, angry about the standard of care, frustrated at not knowing what to do or say.

Because my dad struggled with congestive heart failure in his 50's and hated bouncing in and out of the hospital (as you have), he looked and found other healing modalities to extend his quality of life. Under the care of a Qi Gong doctor, he became strong enough to take a trip again, and I still remember what he said to me the day before he left for Mexico...that he had decided not to get on the heart transplant list because he did not want that quality of life; if he 'went' tomorrow, he would still be happy because of all the things he had done and experienced in a very full life.

Well, he got his wish to go like "Bing Crosby, on the golf course," because two days later, my sisters and I got that fateful phone call that he had passed away on their trip, after a wonderful meal and shopping for bathroom fixtures for a new house he was planning to build.

Its only now that I have found the words to convey the gratitude I feel for having had you as an example in my life. Like my dad, you are brilliant at playing the cards you are dealt in life and I know now that it's because you are governed by the most powerful force in the universe, and don't roll your eyes, I mean love.

From your ribbing me ever since I shut the lights on Brian, all of the blustering to hide your softer side, to the accolades from your colleagues when they found out I was related to you...all were expressions of love!

Your innate sense of how to live the concept is wonderful to contemplate, that strong sense of self coupled with a genuine respect for others and their realities, a ferocity in protecting loved ones tamed with humor and a bark worse than your bite.

My mom once told me that Grandma said early on that you were the smart one, and I wonder if she knew what that really meant.

My dear Uncle Cliff, a big hug from the niece who never meant to be a pill. I love you bunches and bunches!

xoxo,

Val

 

Military Honors

Presented to Oldest Sister Helen Lum and Brother Gene Wong

Sacramento Valley National Cemetery
January 2, 2024


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Friday, November 3, 2023

RIP, My Mythical America

I was born in the early 60's and was taught that America was the greatest country in the world, that its laws were built on Democratic principles, that we're a Christian nation (I didn't know that "one nation under God" was added to the original pledge of allegiance), "In God We Trust" with our money, Communism is bad and Capitalism is good, that people were created equal ("liberty and justice for all"), that our votes matter, that two wrongs don't make a right, that police are here to protect us, and that murder is wrong. I majored in Journalism and learned to research what I've been told... and yet it's taken almost 62 years and my daughters (who are now in their 30s) to realize that much of what I was taught about America was propaganda. I've already written or posted about police brutality and Black Lives Matter and systemic racism, the electoral college and  gerrymandering tactics and voter suppression, etc... So today I will focus on the myth of this being a "Christian nation" in light of the atrocities we are funding in Gaza.

When she was 3-4 years old, Lindsay asked me why there was war because my Dad was watching the movie Geronimo and unaware that Lindsay was standing behind him. When Courtney was in elementary school and liked Barnie the dinosaur, she was ridiculed because it wasn't "cool" for kids to love each other as the theme song says. And now that they're in their 30's, Lindsay has been talking to me about what's been going on in Gaza. I had already been following Jewish Voice for Peace (JVP) and she has been providing other resources. Courtney asked me a while back, "Why does America always back Israel?" I told her that it probably goes back to the Holocaust and perhaps there's some guilt left over for turning away Jewish people.  But really, it all probably just goes back to supporting their only "ally" in that region despite the atrocities they inflict on the Palestinians.  This JVP  article describes some of the Israeli-Palestinian history and how the U.S. continues to fund the apartheid and genocide of Palestinian people.

"For 75 years, the Israeli government has maintained a military occupation over Palestinians, operating an apartheid regime. Palestinian children are dragged from their beds in pre-dawn raids by Israeli soldiers and held without charge in Israeli military prisons. Palestinians homes are torched by mobs of Israeli settlers, or destroyed by the Israeli army. Entire Palestinian villages are forced to flee, abandoning the homes and orchards and land that were in their family for generations.

The bloodshed of today and the past 75 years traces back directly to U.S. complicity in the oppression and horror caused by Israel’s military occupation. The U.S. government consistently enables Israeli violence and bears blame for this moment. The unchecked military funding, diplomatic cover, and billions of dollars of private money flowing from the U.S. enables and empowers Israel’s apartheid regime. Those who continue calling for “ironclad” U.S. support for the Israeli military are only paving the path to more violence."

I'll admit that I was not aware of all this history, but I'm glad that my kids hold me accountable to learning more. I only wish my co-citizens would do the same and not just take everything at face value... But even if we do take things at face value, we do see that thousands of civilians continue to be bombed and killed every day in Gaza, a good many of them being children. The fact that our country was one of very few who voted No to the UN Resolution "because Israel has the inherent right to self-defense" is also embarrassing for me. It doesn't take a genius to know that this has gone way beyond self-defense or "eye for an eye." But I guess this shouldn't surprise me because the U.S. has also justified the nuclear bombing of Hiroshima and Nagasaki despite civilian deaths and casualties. Curtis LeMay, who designed the strategic bombing campaign in the Pacific during WWII admitted that "If we'd lost the war, we'd all have been prosecuted as war criminals." 

I guess "two wrongs don't make a right" was just something my parents taught me, but nobody in power actually learned. I was taught that Communism is bad and Capitalism is good... but really most political parties have their good points until the people in power become corrupt. As Lord Acton said, "Power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely." 

This country is so screwed up right now - Republicans have the majority of the House and took weeks to get a Speaker of the House. And that same House will only fund Israeli support, but not Ukraine (who was attacked by Russia) or humanitarian aid to Gaza? I guess I should just be happy that the Senate won't pass that and this will hold up anymore aid to Israeli Defense Forces (IDF) as they continue to bomb refugee camps, schools, etc in Gaza. Folks who speak up for the Palestinian people get labeled antisemitic, a little 6-year-old Palestinian-American boy (Wadea al-Fayoume) gets stabbed to death in Illinois by his landlord, and our country votes no on the United Nations humanitarian truce in Gaza. 

Being a Christian (yes, I still am), I don't worry about how I'm being prosecuted in a court of law or public opinion. I only care about what I will say to my Maker when all's said and done. Can I just let my government continue to fund these atrocities without even speaking what my heart is telling me? I've always agreed with Karl Barth about holding the Bible in one hand and a newspaper in the other, because it does no good for God's world to bury my head in the sand. I need to listen to more than just the voices I was raised with. I am going back to being an Independent voter because I cannot abide by the "unconditional support" Joe Biden and the majority of U.S. politicians are giving Israel to commit genocide on the Palestinian people. I used to think that I'd vote for the lesser of two evils but I'm thinking that really is no choice.  Evil is evil, our electoral college system feeds into that thinking, and my vote doesn't really count anyway in California. I will be voting my conscience (which is led by God) going forward.


Sunday, October 29, 2023

My Daughter’s Thoughts on American Christianity


I rage texted this to my mom the other day. I meant it then and I mean it now. 

There’s been something on my mind and heart a lot recently, increasingly as I’ve grown older and seen more and more ugliness of the world.  I HATE American Christianity. I grew up going to a Baptist church. The first time I wanted to be baptized, I was 11, but my parents told me I was too young to make such a big decision, so I waited until I was 15. I was in a Christian organization in college and still hang out with friends I made there. I was a counselor at church camp a couple of times. I have volunteered numerous times with numerous Christian organizations. I have read the Bible in it’s entirety a few times, tithed at least 10% for many years, have done a lot of praying in my life, have thought a lot about my ✨spiritual practices✨ I was a spicy Christian for sure, but I was definitely a Christian. In fact, it’s probably the largest influence in the way I see the world and my place in it, and the lessons I learned there play a large part in any advocacy or activism I participate in.

And I say it with my full chest when I say that if the God that Christians purport to believe in exists… there are a hell of a lot of American “Christians” who are f*cked. Who couldn’t show any signs of “bearing fruit” if asked, and don’t even know what it would mean to actually bear fruit. Who view church as nothing more than a social club for self-growth and feeling good about themselves. Who justify their own wealth and comfort by pointing their fingers at anyone who doesn’t look or live like them, selectively choosing which parts of the Bible they listen to in order to not have to question their own lifestyles or choices too much. Who wouldn’t know Jesus/his Dad/his Ghost if they were slapped down by the literal hand of God. That’s why I don’t go to church anymore. I cannot bring myself to “love my brothers” because most of y’all are NOT my brothers. Most of y’all aren’t even my friends. And the ones who are my people, they’d be my people regardless of what god they believed in because they give a shit and show it.

That’s it. That’s the message. I am frustrated and tired and emotionally exhausted. And if you’re not when you see an actual genocide happening, and you dare call yourself a follower of Jesus, then there is nothing I could say, or that the actual Bible could say, that would make a difference. And if the God you think you believe in exists, good luck, bro.

PS. Free Palestine. Stop the genocide. Ceasefire NOW.

Monday, October 16, 2023

Feisty To The End


Clifford Ming Wong was born on March 13, 1930 to Arthur and May Wong in their second story flat on 825 Washington Street in San Francisco Chinatown. He was the fifth of ten kids (9 made it to adulthood) and, when May left the family in 1937, older sisters Helen and Frances helped Art raise the other kids. As Cliff would say, “Helen nurtured us with love and affection; Frances would beat the shit out of us when we got out of line.” Art would occasionally dole out the whippings when warranted – like when Cliff was caught cutting Chinese school. Art ran a lottery in Chinatown during their early years, and later owned corner grocery stores in Oakland and San Francisco. May was a waitress and later had a flower farm with her last husband.

During World War II in 1941, Art moved the family to Dixon to help a family friend run a restaurant. Unfortunately, Cliff contracted tuberculosis and went back to San Francisco General Hospital for treatment. Once out of the hospital he went to Hancock Health School instead of Francisco Jr High and complained about the cottage cheese they fed him.  

Cliff made friends at the Jean Parker Playground and would spend hours playing basketball there. He was awful in the beginning but practiced diligently until he improved. Born left-handed, he was forced to use his right hand in school… but that just helped him to be ambidextrous on the court. He played all four years at Commerce High, two years as team Captain and two years as All City. He joined the Falcons Club at the Chinatown YMCA and started swimming. In that YMCA pool, he and three friends practiced their medley and won the All City for Commerce High at Fleishacker Pool. He claimed that’s how he got his nickname Trout – because of his swimming prowess.

Across the street from the YMCA was the First Chinese Baptist Church (FCBC) that he started attending. He liked it because it had a basketball court right next door and later met his future wife Letty Chan there. One of the church workers suggested he go to the University of the Redlands in Southern California. He went for one year but felt it was too expensive for his father, so he transferred to UC Berkeley and majored in Physical Education. He was too short to play basketball for UCB, so he played for the San Francisco Saints (Chinatown team for players who graduated from high school) instead. The Saints were part of the Amateur Athletic Union (AAU) and often played against the teams in the Japanese American Citizens League (JACL).

After graduating from Berkeley, Cliff joined the Army in 1953 during the Korean War and was sent to Japan to learn Mandarin to be a translator. He wrote every day to his sweetheart Letty, and she wrote back once a week. After his tour of duty was over, he started student teaching at Burbank Junior High in Berkeley and the principal liked him so much that he hired him onto the staff.  He married Letty on June 19, 1955 at FCBC and they honeymooned in South Lake Tahoe where they would later spend many summer vacations in the Wong Family Cabin. In the fall, he went back to Burbank Junior High and was a PE Teacher.

1956 was Cliff’s last season playing with the SF Saints and they were invited to a Good Will Asia Tour in Kuala Lumper, Bangkok, Taiwan and Hong Kong.  Cliff was captain and they won the tournament. One of his teammates has said that Cliff was the best all-around player on the court.

Cliff went to San Francisco State to get his Masters in Counseling and Guidance. He learned how to listen to people and help draw out concerns which continued to be his strengths throughout his career. He moved on from PE Teacher to Dean and Vice Principal at Burbank.

Brian was born in 1958 in SF and Cliff had the late night and early morning bottle feeding duties. One morning, his brother Gene and brother-in-law Moe stopped by to take him golfing at the 9-hole in Golden Gate Park. Wearing Army boots and using borrowed clubs, he hit a couple good shots and went to buy his own set that afternoon. That was the day that “Cliff found Golf.” The family later moved to Richmond to be closer to his job in Berkeley. They bought a home on McBryde Avenue near his sister Frances and near Letty’s brothers Clarence and George and sister Marjorie and Wallace (Charcoal). Karen was born in 1962 and they stayed in Richmond until 1970 when Letty found a house in El Cerrito that she liked on Madera Circle which is still the family home.  Cliff then joined the Mira Vista (now Berkeley) Golf Club where he’d go several times a week to golf or play Gin Rummy with his buddies. 

Cliff also had a couple groups he would play poker with on a regular basis during the week. In the later years, the groups disbanded due to people becoming ill, so he would go to the Oaks Club in Emeryville to get his Poker fix… and then when COVID hit, he played online poker on his laptop and younger friends would invite him to play at their homes when vaccines were available.

Cliff would take Arlington Boulevard to Berkeley for work throughout his career – teacher, Dean and VP at Burbank, Principal at Berkeley High (during the Civil Rights Movement), Personnel Director and Labor Negotiator, Associate Superintendent of Instruction, and several stints as Acting Superintendent. He retired in 1990 but continued to come back as a consultant into his 80’s. But the job he loved most of all was to be Goong-Goong (Grandpa) to Lindsay, Courtney, Brannon and Briley… not to mention all of the grand-dogs he loved to walk. Whenever there was a band event, ball game or swimming meet, Goong-Goong would always be there, oftentimes with his old secretary and friend Eva Hayes! He and Letty hosted weekly Monday night dinners, went to Tahoe for the annual Chan gatherings, and all the Wong and Chan meals and get-togethers. Family was always his priority and he continued to attend his Sibling Lunches as much as possible, including his last one on September 20th.

No matter his age or who he interacted with, Cliff was always known to be feisty! He was the shortest brother in his family (perhaps because of the tuberculosis), but was long on personality. Many friends and family members called on him to speak at their milestone parties, weddings or celebrations of life. Even when roasting people, you could see his warmth and love shine through along with his humor. During his last two months after leaving the hospital for congestive heart failure, Cliff got to see many of his family members and friends at the house on Madera Circle and played Gin Rummy with his friends at the golf club. He told everybody how much they meant to him, and they all let him know how much he was loved and respected too. 

Cliff was never a big drinker because his brother Gene (aka the General or Tuna) chewed him out royally when he got drunk at a party when he was young… but he really loved his Diet Coke. A couple days preceding his death, he demanded that caregiver Vili, “Give me a Diet Coke in a cup with ice with a straw! I’m not dead yet!” He got what he asked for and gulped down quite a bit before throwing up… but he did it on his terms. He always said he wanted to go peacefully in his sleep, and he did just that a little after 5 am on October 10, 2023.  For a Chinatown kid who had tuberculosis and smoked for 35 years, Cliff lived a great life of 93 years full of love.

Cliff is survived by wife Letty Wong, son Brian Wong and daughter-in-law Barbara Wong, daughter Karen Yuen and son-in-law Geoffrey Yuen; grandkids Lindsay Yuen, Courtney Yuen, Brannon Wong, Briley Wong; Siblings Helen Lum, Gene Wong (and wife Winifred Wong), Gilmore Wong, Laura Jew, Bernice (Wanie) Biggs, Christina Yuen (and husband Al Yuen); and several brother-in-laws, sister-in-laws, nephews, nieces, grandnephews and grandnieces.

Per his request, there will be no formal service for Cliff, but rather a simple family meal. In lieu of flowers, the family requests donations to the First Chinese Baptist Church of SF (15 Waverly Place, San Francisco, CA 94108) or Chinatown Y (855 Sacramento St, San Francisco, CA 94108) https://www.ymcasf.org/give/donate-now?kwofrid=NW2LDF8.