This is a photo of my mother (left) and one of her older sisters. Taken around 1955, the image shows them in Saigon, looking smart and plucky. I bet my mom was wearing an ao dai outfit that she sewed herself. She learned to sew early in life when she was growing up in Hai Duong in northern Vietnam. “We made our clothes, even winter coats,” she told me. Mom was born around 1935.
Over time, she mastered French sewing skills and could copy practically any article of clothing she touched. As my father planned our boat escape from Saigon in 1975, my mom secretly sewed life vests for each member of our family. My parents went looking to buy life vests but civilians in the city with whom they spoke didn’t know how to source them or what they were. One friend suggested making life vests as a potentially lucrative business opportunity since so many Viet people would be fleeing the coming onslaught of Vietnamese communists who’d been steadily advancing to take over South Vietnam.
My parents sourced styrofoam and orange nylon fabric so my mother could fabricate life vests. Mom slid flat pieces of gold between the pieces of styrofoam so we could each have currency, should we ever get lost or separated at sea. Dad hand wrote our names in large letters so we could identify one another if we were forced into the water. I remember those vests, even though I was barely six years old.
When Saigon officials forbade unofficial boats from leaving the harbor, my parents abandoned the boat escape plan. My mother ripped apart the vests to retrieve the gold. Through a former US State Department connection of my aunt’s (details of which I’ve written about in my first cookbook, Into the Vietnamese Kitchen), we were lucky to leave by plane one week before the fall of Saigon on April 30, 1975.
Survival Sewing
Having relied on sewing skills in our attempt to flee Vietnam, my mother continued relying on them in our new life in America. While my dad hustled to find work (he eventually got an emergency English as a Second Language teaching credential and taught at a local junior high school), my mom started a sewing business, operating out of the three-bedroom apartment we rented. She advertised herself as a tailor and dressmaker.
My dad and oldest sister Yenchi passed out business cards to local business owners and congregants of the Catholic church we attended helped spread the word too. Her clients were mostly well-heeled ladies in San Clemente, California, and the surrounding towns in Orange County. Customers came with small alterations jobs as well as pricey gowns purchased from boutiques that they asked my mom to copy. Mom was always up to whatever gig that showed up at her door. We had a party for neighbors soon after we arrived and my mother sewed a new ao dai (above) from Indian sari silk.
As I was accumulating my vocabulary, one day I described her as a seamstress and she hissed, saying she preferred to be called a tailor or dressmaker. The terms signaled a more elevated status, she noted. If you Google dressmaker nowadays, you’ll see a designer-y sensibility, one that denotes custom, fashionable work.
Piecework Bikinis
Like many refugees, we struggled financially. But it was okay because we were an intact family and realized that as part of our great fortune. Viet refugees who excelled at sewing eventually did piecework — sewing garments and being paid for each one. The sewing set ups were often in people’s homes with every family member taking part in an assembly line fashion.
My family sewed bikinis for a local shop. We regularly received delivery of stacks of pre-cut fabric. There were large rolls of narrow elastic and large spools of thread. My mother bought industrial sewing machines that did overlock stitches to reinforce edges and straight stitches to zip through multiple layers of fabric.
After dinner which my mom cooked from scratch nightly, the seven of us headed into Mom’s garage sewing shop (by then we’d bought a house) and made bikini tops and bottoms. As the youngest, I was often in charge of low-risk tasks like snipping threads with thread snippers (special short scissors designed to cut threads fast). I’ve never worn a bikini but I’ve had a hand in making thousands of them.
Sewing Up food
At the holidays when we roasted stuffed chicken or goose, Mom would beautifully stitch up the cavity of the birds in red thread. She did it in a way that she could easily remove the thread with a quick pull. She chose red thread because it was cheery and easy to spot after cooking. The photo below is from one of our Thanksgivings.
There was a stretch of time when Mom and Dad wanted to make a particular Chinese-Viet charcuterie -- a garlicky mixture of pork encased in a sleeve of chewy, gelatinous pork skin. To make the cold cut, they sourced pieces of pork skin from local supermarkets. The skin from a pork shoulder picnic arm roast was ideal.
Mom then hand sewed the skin, stuffed it so it looked like an arm, then cooked it. My sister Tasha, then a law school student at Harvard, adored that garlicky charcuterie and hand carried it on flights from California to Boston.
As a child, I admired my mom’s sewing abilities in her workshop and kitchen. But as an adult and professional home cook, I am in awe. My mom employed large sewing needles and thread, sometimes dangerous looking carpet needles, to sew up food. Raw animal skin is hard to control.
Project Face Masks
My parents are in their late 80s so my siblings and voluntarily avoid visiting them these days, unless it’s crucial. We communicate by email and phone and sometimes text.
I felt stupid weeks ago when facing the shortage of face masks, I wished my mom would make them for me and my husband. She’d taught me how to sew, but personal protective equipment seemed out of my league of simple stitching jobs. She’d made a few for the family and offered to send some. The post office mail was slow at the time. Feeling impatient and panicky, I crafted four face masks using a sewing machine my mother had gifted me years ago.
The repetitive work turned out to be fun but also poignant. It reminded me of the lifevests my mother made in Saigon. It also reminded me of when my family made bikinis. (In retrospect, our family enterprise wasn’t legit because it employed child labor. But what the heck, we were operating as a unit trying to get by.) I improved with each mask, making them more efficiently, adding my own flair.
After Mom’s masks finally arrived, we regrouped via phone. She complimented me on the ones I made, asking me where I’d gotten the handsome fabric (Daiso). She shared her insights -- bias tape wasn’t effective like some patterns say. “I’ve made a few more, in different styles, and given them to people, like your difficult aunt. She’s my only surviving sister so I want to be generous,” she said, acknowledging that blood relatives matter in dire situations, no matter how strained relationships have been. Circle your wagons is what she and Dad do.
Then Mom revealed her face mask making zeal -- she’d sewn 168 masks! My brother, Dan, took the above photo of Mom and her collection. Wow. What did she do with them? Gift them to people, mostly family members, she said.
She offered to send me a few more, to be generous. A PPE care package soon showed up with a simply note, "Here are 18 masks." My mom does not sign anything with "Love" as that's not part of her culture or generation. But she cares.
In fact, she demonstrated her caring by sending eighteen (18!) masks made from a wild collection of fabric, including familiar batik and pieces of cloth that she’d also used for shirts and blouses sewn for my dad and her. I imagine that they are going around town wearing smart outfits with matching face masks. Mom also sent along notions in case I wanted to tweak the masks for fit or to make my own.
At age 85, my mother keeps on sewing. She officially retired a few years ago, but she’s definitely not tired. Bless her enduring spirit.
Please share stories of your remarkable mom!
Happy Mother's Day to All Moms!
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- My Mother's Kitchen Quirks (including storing dishes in the dishwasher)
JoAnna says
What a wonderful story, a legacy to share for the world. Thank you, Thank you. HONOR to your MOM!
Andrea Nguyen says
She was very touched to read the article. Thank you. Happy Mother's Day to you and your family, JoAnna!
Jesse-Gabriel says
Danke für das Teilen!
Liebe Grüße,
Jesse-Gabriel
Andrea Nguyen says
My pleasure and thank you!
Elizabeth Andoh says
WONDERFUL! Please extend the happiest of Mother Day wishes to your mother!!!
Andrea Nguyen says
I shall, Elizabeth. You're a darn impressive mom yourself! Happy Mother's Day to you!
Helen Johnston says
What a lovely tribute to your mother. Thanks for sharing it.
Andrea Nguyen says
Thank you, Helen! Happy Mother's Day to you and your family.
Miguel "Mike" Valentin says
As a kid growing up in Brooklyn, NY my mom also made a lot of my school clothes back in the 60's & 70's. She would buy those McCall patterns and use them or just make my clothes and her dresses from memory. How our mom's managed to do all they did while maintaining a household is beyond me!! For all she did breakfast, lunch, and dinner were always ready at their appropriate times. How I wish my mom was still around. Thanks for the memories.
Andrea Nguyen says
You know McCall's patterns! You mom did manage to pull off quite a lot to take care of her family. Moms sacrifice a lot.
Sandria Wong says
This was so beautifully written and very moving.
Andrea Nguyen says
Thanks so much, Sandria! Happy Mother's Day!
Robert Fox says
What a wonderful, heartwarming story. Your Mother was and is a beautiful, talented lady. Great family!
Happy Mother's Day to all.
Andrea Nguyen says
Greatly appreciate your taking time to comment, Robert! Happy Mother's Day to ALL, indeed!
Jill H. Johnson says
What a lovely tribute to your mom and your whole family.
Andrea Nguyen says
Thanks for taking a read, Jill!
Elizabeth says
Are you and your mom aware that 18 in Jewish custom is very meaningful. It means life. Her 18 masks will save 18 lives .
Andrea Nguyen says
I wasn't aware of that. How prescient of my mom. Thank you for letting me know, Elizabeth. I'll pass it on to her!
Lisa says
Thanks so much for giving us a glimpse into you family. I could feel the love you have for your parents and vice versa.
Andrea Nguyen says
As with all families, it's complicated but it's love! Thank you for taking time to write such a kind comment. Happy Mother's Day to you and your family.
L.Y. Pond says
What a moving story!
Donna Wolff says
My favorite of your stories. Reminded me of my sewing family; all my clothes were made by family members and I made my own as well as my Prom and Wedding dresses. But also thinking how fortunate you were to have an intact family when you arrived here. In 1976 I decided to attend a professional automotive mechanics program after leaving my prior career. We were divided in groups and the four Vietnamese men asked me, the only woman to join their group as they told me I was the only one they understood when I spoke. Their stories of coming to the states were sad and families were broken but I enjoyed the time I spent with them. After a year the wife and child of one were located; the joy of that day was immense. In spite of their difficulties, they added humor to our days together. Thank you for bringing up the memories.
Andrea Nguyen says
Thanks for taking time to share your memories! Wow.
Laura McC says
What a beautiful tribute to your amazing mother! Thank you so much for sharing your story. Wishing your lovely mother a very Happy Mother’s Day!
Andrea Nguyen says
Thank you Laura! Happy Mother's Day to you!
Kim S says
Wow Andrea I stumbled upon your article because I was looking for a pho recipe and also needed pics to show my husband what noodles to buy and you had perfect pictures ! I was so drawn to your tribute to your mom. I was also a Chinese - Vietnamese refugee who left saigon in 1975 but by boat. I was only 2 years old so do not recall anything but have heard many stories from my parents about the difficult voyage. My mother was not as talented and doesn’t see but she also earned her money by the piece while working at a garment sweatshop where I sometimes worked as a child. Thank you for reminding me how hard our moms worked inside and outside the home. I really enjoyed your writing and look forward to more as I am a new subscriber . Also congrats on your James beard award.
Andrea Nguyen says
Hello Kim, Thank you for sharing your family's story. A lot of us did a lot of sewing back then! I bet your mom is talented in a zillion ways. My best to you and your family!
LLBR says
This is a classic All-American Success Story! So wonderful to read. I learned sewing skills from my mother (and in middle school home ec class). With eight kids, mom didn't have a lot of time to sew but I have a vivid memory of her staying up all night to finish a kelly green circle skirt with my name embroidered in gold (our school colors) so it would be ready in the morning for me to wear in San Jose's Thanksgiving parade with my elementary school friends. To this day, I treasure that skirt and its fine handwork (hem and embroidery). It seemed a miracle at the time that if was completed overnight so I wouldn't miss the opportunity to participate with my school mates in a big, special occasion. Like your mom, I sprung into action when the pandemic started here, making masks for all my loved ones using remnants from past sewing projects and my father's handkerchiefs I saved after he died. I even found a small stash of elastic purchased decades ago. Everyone was happy to receive masks made with love, and I was happy to have the skills and materials to make them.
Andrea Nguyen says
What a wonderful story and full circle. And you kept those treasured home-sewn articles of clothing. It's amazing to take a piece of fabric and turn it into multidimensional pieced of clothing.
Thank you for sharing your experience!