My name is Mitch Toda.  And this is a picture of my family at the Honolulu Airport on our first trip home to Hawaii after having moved to California.  I am the small kid in front with all of the leis around my neck.  I remember receiving leis whenever I went home to Hawaii each year.  As always there would be more than one; there were your flower leis, but my favorites were the candy and money leis.  As I grew up I would get leis less often, but when I did it was always for significant moments in my life: high school graduation, college graduation, and on my wedding day.

My name is Alan Chu.  This is a photo of me and my father with several relatives that I met for the first time in China.  We are all sitting on the gravesite of my great-grandfather set on a hillside in the rural outskirts of Guangzhou after paying our traditional respects.  The trip was memorable for many reasons, but this picture was a special memory of the visit.  Although I only could speak a few words of Chinese and my newly acquainted relatives could only speak a few words of English, we somehow managed to communicate as though we had known each other for a life-time.

My name is Joy Liu.

My name is Cedric Yeh. This is a photo of me at the tender age of 1. Cute right? Me, not the pig. My folks had a Chinese restaurant and were celebrating Chinese New Year. For a long time it was just a baby picture. I liked it. Little did I know 40 years later I would be breaking it down for insight in to the stories of new immigrants, entrepreneurialism, and cultural exchange.  Or that I would be working on exhibitions and collections about Chinese food in America. I still like the paper cocktail umbrellas.   

My name is Jennifer Chen.  And this is my daughter, to whom I will pass the Chinese stories and heritage that my grandparents passed to me as a child.