Hi, ladies!!
It is Monday, December 01, 2008, and has been chilly since last night. Winter has come, finally…
Yesterday we junior members had a productive meeting for our essay writing at Plum’s house.
In fact, recently I had been little involved in my work about Sugako Kanno since the summer seminar finished on July…So I had been concerned about the meeting until I met Plum and other junior members. But thanks to our passionate teacher, we were strongly vitalized and motivated in a positive way. Though I feel uneasy about our future even now, we’ll say “Yes, we can!”
By the way, I was surprised by the booklet Plum gave us on the feminism meeting a week ago. According to this, Dr. Noboru Ogasawara, who greatly contributed to Hansen’s disease, had brother Hidemi, Buddhist priest, philosopher and poet. Both relieved the poor and the invalid without discrimination in Kyoto. What I found on it is a sentence, saying “Mr Hidemi Ogasawara took part in the Heimin Shimbun.” (p66)
Oh, Heimin Shimbun! Then I found some facts on the Net, that he was on good terms with Syusui Kotoku, the leader of socialism at that time. I can recall Wakayama members who were executed at the Treason Incident in 1911. They were also doctors or priests, who were struggling to help the poor and the invalid, while being shunned by neighbors. Strong state power must have disliked and frightened of a union of those people…
So, see you next. Bye!
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Dear friends,
Last Sunday I had a splended time with junior members at Plum's. Plum gave us relevant remarks as usual and gave me a lot of knacks on writing an essay.
To be a researcher is a lot of fun even though I may have a hard time if time allows me.
As for the dream Plum had, I think it implied some message. It seems that Plum longs for meeting the deceased mother and sister to share good time. Plum as a painter wants to live a creative life, which she believes pleases them. Forgive me my rudeness for analyzing your dream, Plum.
Lately I have not had dreams at night. When young I often talked in my sleep. I don't know why.
Oh, I feel sleepy. Have a lovely dream.
Hi, ladies!!!
It’s Tuesday, December 2, 2008, and it was a bit chilly early in the morning but it’s going to be a beautiful day, according to the weather forecast, which is fascinating.
Last night after dinner I became terribly sleepy for some reason and had an extremely early night.
It’s delightful to hear, Cherry, that you got a wonderful piece of information from the booklet on Noboru Ogasawara I brought from the National Hansen’s Disease Museum. Accidentally we sometimes come across some significant and valuable information and knowledge on our individual research subject, which is superb and miraculous, isn’t it?
Thank you for your analysis of my dream, Peach. I absolutely agree with you concerning my strong desire to see my deceased mother and sister. Especially my sister, who lived in a small town in Izu, perhaps, one and a half hour bus ride away from where Mr. and Mrs. Fujisawa live at present, was my very best friend and comrade. We often tried to solve our problems together we faced in our respective career, which was translating of technical documents and books on various subjects, as best as we could.
Eventually my sister took hepatitis C and Parkinson’s disease, and those illnesses required contradictory medications, by which I mean that medicines for these ailments caused ill effects to each other’s diseases. Alas… My sister died all too suddenly in her 60s. She was, sort of, everything to me in my former career life.
Just recently I received a set of Oprah Winfrey Show DVDs I bought online. An Australian friend of mine is biased against Americans, and warned me that if I had to watch Oprah’s DVDs I should consider them as models of the very antithesis of civilized human beings. But I enjoy Oprah and Judge Judy, who are most talented, hilarious, and prodigious.
Well, I will have to get to work, my lovely friends. Have a brilliant Tuesday…
Hi, everybody!
We have only one month this year, and which is the season for parties. We have also a lot of things to do by the end of year such as writing cards, sending year-end gifts and doing a general house cleaning etc. Wow! I’d like to escape from everything!
By the way, Plum wrote about a dream, seeing her mother and sister there.
I have seldom seen a dream of my mother. But I remember one memory about my mother. She died at the age of 91 three years ago. I chatted a lot with her beside the bed, maybe around her 90 years old, and asked her, “What was the best pleasure through your life?” Her answer was an unexpected for me. “It was the time when I gave birth to a BOY baby. I was so happy and proud of it” I was very surprised to hear her answer. I doubted my ears. My father once worked for the National Rail Road Company in China and we came back to Japan after World WarⅡ, going through the mill. So, I assumed that the greatest delight of her life was to return to our own country with all members of family in safety though they became penniless. After returning hometown, we managed to live peacefully thanks to a lot of support from relatives.
I am the third daughter of them. My mother used to talk about the day of my birth, when how depressed my parents were to see a girl-baby again. Oh, ladies, don’t worry about me. They treated me fairly and I spent a happy good live with them. My family was anything but Royal Family, even though such common people used to expect a boy-baby. I saw, however, my mother complaining to my brother about not study hard as she expected, or playing with friends for too long times, etc. Anyway she had a difficulty to control him. So I was very surprised to know that his existence was her greatest delight. The arguments between the two used to be a daily occurrence in their lives. But now I understand she was very happy to live with her son until the end of her life. I also appreciate the kindness and endurance of my brother under the too strong love of mother’s.
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