Tag: Atlanta

My first encounter with Korean culture took place in the small Greenwich Village apartment my future husband shared with the son of the Korean ambassador to the United Nations. Young Victor Han kept kimchi in the refrigerator and a tiny metal hibachi in the living room for his grilling needs. I moved up the food chain when Victor’s parents entertained me at a sit-down dinner at the new embassy in Vienna, where they were posted a year later. I remember very little of the meal, except that it was long and formal and I had no idea how to eat a whole fish with chopsticks.

Life as I mapped it out for myself has been good; across my three score years I’ve put my Satchel and Underwood typewriter down in New York, Paris, Munich and in other cities I read about at the public library on Carnegie way. But whenever I’ve thought of home, I’ve thought of eight square blocks in the southeast quadrant of Atlanta, the Fulton Mill Village, called Cabbagetown since around 1946.