Passing_through, another thought
<BLOCKQUOTE><font size=“-1”>quote:</font><HR> Listen my children and you shall hear
Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere,
On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five;
Hardly a man is now alive
Who remembers that famous day and year
– Henry Wadsworth Longfellow[/quote]
The above opening from the famed poem cemented Paul Revere’s place in American folklore. It was written in 1860, 85 years after the event. Just because someone wrote it down doesn’t make it correct. The real history also speaks of William Dawes and Dr. Samuel Prescott. Since Dr. Prescott was the only one to evade British capture, who really knows what happened on that fateful night? Besides, what rhymes with “Dawes” and “Prescott?” 
Since I became interested in Ving Tsun (1979), I have read and heard all sorts of stories regarding its style – It comes from the hall of the same name at Shaolin; Ng Moi was a woman; Yim Ving Tsun was a drag queen; All those names were stage names; … etc. The craziest stories I’ve heard had to do with Ving Tsun evolving from western fisticuffs brought over to China with Marco Polo at the end of the 13th century.
There is something, however, I cannot reconcile with the “new revelations” regarding the style’s origins. If Ng Moi was a fictitious figure made up to cover the tracks of the counter-revolutionary activities of the Red Boat Opera Company, how do more than a few styles of Kungfu much older than Ving Tsun also speak of a Buddhist nun from Shaolin named Ng Moi?
Another thing, I believe the “new” stories actually have been written about for decades, though rarely, if ever, in english. I recall a conversation between two of my sihings - your sibaks, I think - shortly after Rene Richie’s “Complete” book was published but before the magazine articles started appearing. They both trained in Hong Kong and remembered a Hung Seung school not far from where they trained. When I asked them what “Hung Sueng” meant in english they said “Red Flower” - note that “sueng” translates as “boat” as I later learned. They even could recall a name or two of people they knew who trained there. Even in the ultracompetitive subculture of Kungfu in Hong Kong, they all knew each other and what each other was about.
I once asked a wise old man - you may remember him
- what his take was on the origins of Ving Tsun. Though he quoted someone else, this is what he said:
“Those who fail to learn from history are doomed to repeat it; those who fail to learn from history correctly, they are simply doomed. The important word is ‘from,’ not ‘correct.’ In other words, history is about today, not yesterday.”
He then smiled and said: “When I talk about Ving Tsun, if you don’t hear the voice of a little girl, then either I’m a bad sifu or you’re talking too much.”
Take care, Jeremy.