Before you ask, no, I did not spell the word Lock wrong. I am actually talking about the village in Northern California called Locke.
According to wikipedia, it is an “unincorporated community in California’s Sacramento – San Joaquin River Delta built by Chinese immigrants during the early 20th century.” Not just any Chinese immigrant, they were immigrants from Zhongshan, my hometown. It made this community so much more special.
I visited Locke in the summer of 2011 when we visited our good friends in Sacramento for the second time, the first was in 2009. I remember spending that morning searching for places we could visit on the internet while my mom’s friend was on the phone asking her tour guide husband. After she got off the phone, she told me to Google “Locke”.
I didn’t get much results and I knew that Google wouldn’t tell me much. If I wanted to know, I had to go see with my eyes. So after 30 minutes, my mom and I hopped into our rental car and our friend hopped into her car along with her three children and off we we went with only the vague direction I’ve copied from Google.
It was not a fun ride. I remember drowning in doubts, worrying we were lost because Locke was nothing but a dot along a road and Google maps didn’t know what Locke was. Fortunately, the Sacramento River appeared in our sights just before I went crazy scare.
I took a relieving breath as my mom said. “No wonder they chose this spot. It looked so much like home.” She was right. I’ve seen pictures somewhere and that was how my hometown looked in the early 20th century. This truly looked like home.