Monday, January 24, 2011

Gaijin! Gaijin! Third Edition by Kenneth Fenter just released! Jan. 24, 2011

       I am proud to announce the release of Gaijin! Gaijin! An American Family in Japan, Third Edition. I approved the proof this morning and it is available for sale on my printer's website. (printer website) It will be available by the end of the week on Amazon, and on the Arborwoodpress.com website as soon as I get the page updated. 
       I'm excited to get this edition back into circulation. I periodically get requests for it from folk who are heading off to teach in Japan or who are doing a home stay or other cultural exchange. Even after all this time the feedback I get is that it holds up.
       I wrote some additional comments in the Introduction. Put many more photos in the chapters where they fit. Photos are from the slides that I took at the time and now I wish I had had the equipment then that I have now. Digitizing slides is an art in itself and to do it well requires specialized equipment. Mine does so so. If I could have afforded to do the book in color, I might have gone the extra mile.
       Unfortunately the printing costs have gone up since 1987 so I can no longer offer it at the price I did back then, but I held it as close as I could at $19.95. The Print on Demand industry lets us do this now without investing on boxes of books mildewing in the garage. 
       I put the e-book out there a month or so ago, so that is also an option. Unfortunately it does not have the photos as there is a file size limit that I had to adhere to. Someday that may change and when it does I'll change the e-file to be the same as the print file.
       So to those who would recommend this book to a friend who is interested in the Japanese Culture or who is studying the Japanese language, "Dōmo arigato gozaimasu."
       
Respectfully,
Gaijin, Kenneth Fenter 

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

The Under Cover Quilters Bookclub reviews The Ruin and enjoys food from The Ruin

       My daughter is an avid quilter and books are a large part of her life both in her profession as a teacher and in her leisure time. She was hostess to the club for this meeting.
       The group Under Cover Quilters take their book interests a step further in integrating book and quilts. The club began at the first of the year with a book called "The Good Pig" by Sy Montgomery. The subtitle is "The extraordinary life of Christopher Hogwood. Members of the club spoke with Ms. Montgomery by phone to get her insight into the book as they embarked on their club idea. Then each member designed a quilt on their own depicting something they took from the book: an idea, a scene, a collage, a character. The goal was to have the quilt ready for the Mt. Bachelor Quilters Guild Outdoor Quilt Show in August. They all came up with delightful interpretations of the book with their quilts.
       Of course it took only a month to read and discuss the book and it took from January to August to do the quilts. In the intervening months the group read a variety of other books.
       The members represent a cross section of ages and walks of life, from young mothers to grandmothers; occupations include a teacher, couple of home-school teacher/mothers, a B&N bookstore employee, Habitat for Humanity employee, and several retirees. It is obvious when you are around them that whatever the day-job, they enjoy themselves when they relax with their quilting and books. Their quilts reflect that and their conversation reflects that. Over the year they progressed from snacks to a potluck with each meeting, particularly if there was any food component in the book.
     The meeting began with dinner. A potluck with food that reflected the book. In The Ruin the main character Cliff flees home to take refuge in a cliff dwelling abandoned some 700 years in the past  by the Ancestral Puebloans sometimes referred to as the Anasazi. The location is the high plateau at the foot of Mesa Verde National Park in SW Colorado. During the year that the boy hides out in the canyon and cliff dwelling, the boy eats what he can gather, hunt, or glean by the light of the moon from his parent's fields after harvest. He has also abandoned his mother's richly laden table of farm cooking. 
       The ladies outdid themselves with two different kinds of cornbread, (much better than Cliff is able to make on the primitive grindstone and cooking stone in the ruin), elk meat in a wonderful gravy (Cliff hunts venison with an atlatl and makes stew and jerky), honey in the comb (as good as the tamarack and clover honey from the bee tree), porcupine meatballs, um good (Cliff made jerky out of his porcupine),  biscuits (just like Cliff's mom's) asparagus (This asparagus had butter on it and a little seasoning. Cliff would have died for a little of that on what he gathered and ate raw), nuts and wild berries, (different kind of nuts and berries but the same idea), and enchiladas (just like those brought by Hector's mom to the planting party noon meal ). The idea of bringing food particular to the book was fun and added a special touch to the evening. 
       It was a special evening. I had anticipated many of the questions: was it autobiographical, were the characters based on actual persons, did I have an eighth grade sweetheart named Angela Martinez. But one question, I wasn't prepared for.
       Most if not all of the women in the group are mothers and some are grandmothers. Several expressed the thought that if their son or grandson were to disappear, run off and not be found or not communicate for an extended time as in the book, they would be devastated. How could I live with the situation I had created, taking a boy away from the mother that I had created?
       While there is a coming of age, adventure component in the book, it has a serious message.
       The character Cliff is torn by his decision to stay away, but he knows he must. He has reached a state that many young men and women reach after persistent bullying and after they have asked for help and it hasn't come in either the form of human or spiritual help. He removes himself from the situation until he feels it is safe to reach out when he begins to feel there is no hope for himself. And at various times in the book, his mother senses that he is nearby.
       In the real world, young men and women who are hardly old enough to be considered men or women are not taking the route that the character in The Ruin took and are not as successful as he is, and are giving up and taking their own lives. In this past year the number of instances that have hit the national media have grown to alarming proportions.
And in spite of the fact that schools across the country are making it a priority to combat bullying in the schools, and celebrities are joining campaigns to educate both victims and the public about bullying of gays and those who feel "different", the numbers keep climbing.
       I wasn't and am not sure how to answer the question, "Did you really have to separate a Mother as caring as Etta Mae from her son like that for so long?" They are not real people, they are figments of my imagination, and I treated them way I felt I needed to to tell the story. I had to wrestle with this question as I worked on the story. I wanted to make the point, but not be cruel about it, wasn't it kinder to have them separated for a long period than to separate them permanently by having him kill himself over being bullied as so many young men or young women are doing today?

Respectfully submitted,
Kenneth Fenter


Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Help a young man experience the culture of Japan

In recent posts on this Blog, I have recounted some of the adventures of my son Philip and daughter Janelle in the two years we lived in Japan. I recounted those adventures in the book Gaijin! Gaijin! MoIchido: Once More, and Stained Glass. The proof copy of Gaijin! is due to arrive on Friday for my approval. If it passes it will go on sale next week on Amazon and shortly thereafter in any bookstore in the United in Third Edition.


My daughter, who has benefited in so many ways from her experience living in Japan, is now a master third grade teacher at the newest elementary school in Bend, Oregon. She received and forwarded the following letter to us this afternoon. I will send a donation and I thought I'd pass it along. If there is anyone reading his blog who agrees with it and who would like to help this young man realize his dream, the information is at the end of the note. In our times, it is more and more difficult for single parents to provide opportunities for this kind of extra opportunity when just meeting day to day essentials are often a challenge. This young man has tackled learning one of the most difficult foreign languages offered. It would be wonderful if he could see a payoff for all his hard work. Obviously he is putting his sweat equity into it as well as the study time that went into the book and extra study time to get to the level where he is. Here is the letter from a former mentor at the high school he attended in Bend, Summit High School. 
According to the contact at Bend's Summit High School, the funds must be presented to the sponsor by Mid March. Thank you for your consideration.
Ken



Dear Community Member,


It is my honor to introduce you to a special guy named Jeff Chavez. I met Jeff two years ago through my work at Summit High School and have very much enjoyed getting to know this quiet, gentle young man.


Jeff comes from a low-income family and lives in a small apartment with his mother, but that doesn't keep him from dreaming big. Despite having never traveled farther than the Oregon coast, Jeff has long held a passion for Japanese language and culture. He started taking Japanese at his high school in 2008 and is now in level three and continuing to excel.


Because of his obvious commitment to all things Japanese, Jeff is included in an exclusive group of high school students invited to travel to Japan this summer. The three-week trip includes living with a host family, attending the local high school, and visiting various museums and cultural centers.


Undeterred by his family's lack of financial resources, Jeff has been working constantly to earn the funds needed for the trip. This summer Jeff earned nearly $1500 cleaning up parks and building trails with YCC. Despite his best efforts, Jeff is still several hundred dollars short of the $2300 needed to pay for the trip. He continues to look for work to pay for the funds, but as payment deadlines approach, Jeff is going to need some help from the others in this community.


Please consider supporting this young man as he attempts to significantly expand his worldview with this once in a lifetime experience, either through hiring him to do odd jobs (he's up for just about anything) or through a direct donation to his travel fund. While times are hard for everyone right now, even a small donation will help significantly.


If you'd like to support Jeff, checks can be made out to Summit High School. I'd be happy to pick them up or they can be mailed to:


Summit High School, ATTN: Chrissi Wright
2855 NW Clearwater Drive
Bend, OR 97701

Respectfully submitted,
Kenneth Fenter

Friday, January 14, 2011

A sequel for The Ruin by Kenneth Fenter

      I am working on a sequel for the novel The Ruin. The Ruin: Subtitled A boy's quest to rebuild his self-worth by seeking refuge in the wilderness, was launched by Arborwood Press in February of last year. My main character Cliff emerged from his self imposed exile stronger and more self assured than he had been at any time since he was 4 years old. Because the book is presented in semi-flashback we can assume that he remained that way. But as one reviewer commented there were a number of questions left hanging. What of the immediate future for him. How did he cope immediately with the "real" world? There were still "demons" out there he was no longer in an environment where he could hide. So since February it has been perking in the subconscious. 
     My wife was putting together a couple of "one a day Christmas bags" for our daughter and daughter-in-law. Those are bags with an undetermined number of wrapped gifts of feel good items that are to be opened, one a day in the days following Christmas until the bag is empty. She didn't count them but thought each bag had around 25. Things like note pads, lent removers rollers and refills, chap-stick... you get the picture. It is unwrapping he gift that counts. One of the gifts was a steno pad wire bound down the side instead of across the top. When my wife does this shopping she does much of i at the Dollar store and she buys them in sets of two so that neither girl is slighted. When she saw the notebooks, she bought several. 
     She gave one to me. I love those. It went by my chair and in it went the first paragraphs of the as yet un titled sequel to The Ruin. Actually that is the working title: Sequel to The Ruin. Somewhere a phrase will jump out and it will shout USE ME FOR THE TITLE.
     When I read books by my favorite authors I look for those passages that jumped out at their creators and shouted out at them. I love sharing those moments with the author. I can picture the author stopping, laying down pen, taking a sip of coffee, considering it and underlining it, maybe writing it on a post-it and pressing it against the outside of their pad, or if they are working at their computer, putting it on the bottom of their monitor so they can study it as they work. 
    Then maybe they have that all figured out and write their story around the title. I had several titles for my novel before I settled on the simple core feature The Ruin.


    When I wrote The Ruin, I wanted it to be, although fiction, to be realistic. I did not want it to be fantasy. It dealt with real themes. I tested everything that my 14 turning 15 year old main character did against whether he could realistically do that. I used as the measure boys of the same age that I knew during the time period in which it was placed, doing the kinds of work that I had him doing. 
    I work with an author Jim Henson who is a retired mental health professional who in his practice specialized in dream therapy. Dreams were a component of my novel and through the development of that part of the book I consulted with Jim to see if this was plausible.
     He and I were discussing the difference in writing this kind of fiction yesterday and the kind of fiction that both of us are use to reading. The book that I had just finished was exciting and has sold hundreds of thousands of copies, but I knew as I went along that it was more fantasy than reality. The author could suspend reality and create situations and men and women who had traits that wouldn't meet the test. Nor did they really need to to tell an exciting story, a "page turner" if you will.
    The sequel to The Ruin will meet the same requirements as did The Ruin. It will meet the test. It takes a little longer to do it this way as I have to really weigh the ramification of each action because some actions truly take a suspension of reality to get him out of it, thus thinking through an alternate course of action which in the long run usually makes a better story. Sometimes I have to let it lie move to another section and let the subconscious figure it out... I don't know why but that solution seems to usually happen sometime in the middle of the night.


I'll let you know from time to time how the sequel is progressing.
Respectfully submitted,
Kenneth Fenter

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Discussion questions for Jim Henson's Pee Up A Tree: A Mental Health Memoir

       As I read Barbara Kingsolver's novel The Lacuna I became fascinated not only with the story but the history and when she got to the times in which I was young and became a student in college and the House Un-American Activities Committee was in full swing my curiosity of at full mast. Out of curiosity I turned to the end of the book to see read her author's comments and to my delight I found a rather extensive section, an actual discussion guide for book clubs who might be using the book as their monthly selection. The points it raised added depth to the understanding of the story and of the times in which it was set.
      The publisher of the edition I read also printed an interview with Ms. Kingsolver answering some of the questions I had about her research and the characters.
      The data on some of our well known historical figures, some that have become "heroic" was dismaying. Not common information in our history books, or not at least in the ones I had read.
      The point I'm working toward is the value that a simple discussion guide can play in the back of a book. It is to this point that Jim Henson has directed his attention in submitting the following to go along with his non-fiction book: Pee Up a Tree: A Mental Health Memoir. It has been chosen by several book clubs and he has developed a set of questions that he is sending along with the book. I suggested that he share the questions here for those who have already read the book, may be in the midst of reading it or who might be contemplating reading it.
      If you have read Jim's book and would like to submit a thought to add to the list then feel free to contact us at Arborwood Press and we will pass it on to Jim.

PEE UP A TREE
Book Group Discussion Questions

  1. Has 40 years of the feminist movement eliminated or reduced the male child bias in our culture?
  2. How important is mentoring to the task of professional development?
  3. What is it about human personality or human nature that makes it easier to see the imperfections of others more easily than our own?
  4. What do you think the most pressing mental health issues in your own community might be?
  5. What is the good news and the bad news about addiction?
  6. What has been your own experience with regard to the value and meaning of dreams?
  7. Do people usually reach their counseling goal as rapidly as it appears a couple of characters do early in the book?
  8. Is there a place for humor in the counseling setting? If so, what is it?
  9. Having read this book, do you have a more or less favorable view of the mental health profession? What passages nudge you in that direction?
  10. If you decided that you wanted to see a mental health professional, how would you go about selecting one?

Respectfully submitted,
Kenneth Fenter
Arborwood Press

 

Sunday, January 2, 2011

Ruin commemorative quilt

When I began to think about a cover for the novel The Ruin, I thought seriously about approaching my daughter about creating a quilt that I could photograph and use as the cover design. What I had in mind was a dream scene in the book. I had tried to make it a psychedelic sunrise over the canyon with the boy Cliff and an Indian who appears to him on the rimrock. But I thought, although I knew she could do it and it would be beautiful, it would take her weeks, perhaps months to design, dye fabric, and execute. She is an elementary teacher and a project such as that would require too heavy a drain on her time and was unrealistic. 


So consider my amazement when at our family Christmas get together I began opening a box and became obvious that the box contained a quilt. With anxious fingers I untied a cloth band that held the rolled about 25 inch wide quilt and began to unroll it. Across the room my daughter watched as well as the rest of the assembled family. Her son held his new video camera with the red light blinking. A greenish background held an earthtone square with a depiction of a cave and The Ruin nestled in a dark cave. I turned it over and read the inscription. "The Ruin in honor of the publication of your book. Pieced and quilted by Janelle Rebick, December 2010. Intuitive piecing with hand dyed fabric."


She had captured the color and feeling of the sandstone canyon and ruin of the book so well and with such simplicity. If there is a future issue of the book, it will surely be the cover.


Respectfully,
Kenneth Fenter

Saturday, January 1, 2011

Happy New Year from Arborwood Press: A New Year Story of Japan

Last night we watched the million revelers bundled against the cold and the ball drop on Times Square
 as the clock there struck midnight ushering in 2011. It was convenient to those of us on the west coast 
as we could turn in shortly afterward and get up early to watch the Rose Parade.
My thoughts this morning, this New Year's morning 2011 to New Year's morning 1978 at our home in Isahaya, Japan. I thought I'd share that occasion with you. Following is the chapter from my book Gaijin! Gaijin! The photo is of Janelle and students at Chinzei Gakuin taken a couple of nights before at the college making mochi, a pounded glutinous rice and patted into rice balls which were used as part of the New Year's celebrations.

New Year’s 
Chapter 44
     While Christmas to the Japanese was more of an excuse for a party than a religious observance, New Year’s loomed as the primary national holiday: part religious, part traditional and part superstition. Although it seemed impossible to push another customer into department stores, the crowds continued to grow in density, and the shopping pace became more frantic.
     The week between Christmas and New Year climaxed the oseibo (year-end gift exchange.) The gifts were from household to household; children presented a gift to their parent’s household; employers sent gifts to employees; students of traditional arts to their teachers; the parents of apprentices to the master artisan; patients to doctors; and on and on. Often, the person receiving the gift sent a return gift.
     Big department stores such as UNeed, Nichidai, Okamasa, or Hamaya devoted major space to displays of year-end gifts, and a host of specialty stores had suddenly appeared around the first of December to capitalize on the season. Attractively arranged gift wrapped boxes with a variety of food such as canned hams, dried mushrooms, dried fruits, dried persimmons, fish, small jars of varieties of coffee, varieties of tea, jars of flavored sugars, packages of unusual delicacies, candies, even packages of bar soaps, and towels were available for year-end gifts. Because they usually consisted of several different varieties of mushroom, or ham, etc. they were called gift sets. Stores attached coupons to the samples, to be filled out by the customer with the name of the recipient and their address. Customers paid for the respective gifts, and the store would deliver them, with appropriate messages, by January first.
     Several times during December, Bill had come to school hung-over and sleepyeyed from a year-end party the night before. “It’s kind of interesting, but it’s one of the times I glad I’m not Japanese. Some of my friends have been to a party almost every night,” he said one morning. “People just seem to like to get together and renew friendships, and if they’ve had any disagreements it seems to be a time to forget about them and let bygones be bygones and repay any kindnesses received during the year. I guess it’s really complicated,” he laughed, “knowing what obligations have been incurred during the year. Boy I’m not sure how many year-end parties I could take.” He rubbed his temples and made another cup of instant coffee. “You know, people here must keep a journal of all their social obligations,” he laughed.
     “You might want to write down the greetings you should give on New Year ’s Day,” he said. He wrote, Akemashita omedetō gozaimasu kyūnen chu wa iro to ōse wa ni narimashita honnen mo yoroshiku onegai tashimas. “This means, ‘New Year congratulations! Thank you for your kindness to me throughout last year! Please give me your kindness during the present year.’ If you can’t remember all that, just say the first three words.”
     The post office sold special cards with a lottery number printed on the bottom. They either had pre-printed greetings or were blank for the purchaser’s personal message. The post office held the cards and delivered all of them on New Year’s Day. Television and newspapers announced the winning lottery numbers, and card recipients checked to see if they had received a card worth a few cents or hundreds of dollars. We usually received our mail at the college, but that day a bundle of cards were delivered to the door. The logistics of collecting cards for every household in the nation and delivering them all in one day, must have been horrendous. I had seen people buying cards by the hundreds for businesses to send out to customers, so the volume was extraordinary.
     Mrs. Tsunō warned us to stock up on food and necessities such as heating oil, as everyone, including the housewives, would be on holiday from January first to the third. Even the dairies took time off. We asked about what happened to all the milk and eggs, but never found out.
     Saturday morning, New Year’s Eve, Toshio called from Nagasaki to ask if he could call on us. When he arrived, he carried two loaded shopping bags. After he congratulated us on the purchase of our new kotatsu (our family Christmas gift to ourselves) and was comfortably seated at it and served tea, he began unloading the shopping bags and explaining the contents.
     “New Year is the most important time for us,” Toshio said. “So Yoko and I thought I should come here and teach you about this important custom. Some of it is religious, and some is superstitious. If you believe in superstition perhaps it will be beneficial to you too,” he laughed.
     “This week my family has been cleaning the house. You have the custom of spring housecleaning. However, we must clean out all dust of the old year, and the clothes must be washed so we can welcome the New Year in fresh clean garments. And if I have any debt, I must repay it. Of course, it is not the law, but if I have some unpaid debt my reputation may be damaged,” he said.
     “You will hear the temple bells ringing tonight, and you must complete all your duties of the year before the bells finish ringing 108 times. Well, you know, there are 108 misfortunes that may befall you in the year. The ringing of the bell is similar to baptism of your Christian religion. When the tolling is finished and the New Year begins, everyone begins again. Because you begin fresh, you must observe many things to be assured success in the New Year. For example, please don’t sweep your house on the first day or you may sweep out the good luck. And you should not be unpleasant or have a quarrel with your family or you will have a year of unpleasantness. To assure happiness we have many games that we play to keep amused and happy.
     “If you watch you can see your fortune. If your first caller has a good reputation and much money, you will have good fortune. But I pity you if the first caller is a beggar,” he said quite seriously. “And the night of New Year ’s Day is very important, because you must have good dreams to begin the year. If you have a nightmare, your nights will be sleepless all year.”
From his shopping bags, Toshio took out paper or plastic ornaments that were symbolic decorations to be used for New Years. On the table, he put a small set of decorations called kado matsu, a sprig of pine backed with three stalks of bamboo. “This smooth bark stands for the female, and this rough bark stands for the male. You should place one on each side of the gate, or if you have no gate, then on each side of the door. The temples will have a very large version of this decoration. This pine tree means long life, and the bamboo is for virtue. The word for virtue is a pun on the name for bamboo. And here is a sprig of fern. It has many leaves, so it means good fortune throughout all the days of the year.”
     Another decorator item consisted of two white mochi cakes. They had been round when fresh, and one was smaller than the other. The small one had been attached to the top of the larger, and both had dried into a hard cake. “This is called kagami mochi. Kagami means mirror, and mochi means long life. It represents the sacred mirror of the Emperor. It should be put in the place of honor in the tokonoma.”
     Next to come out of the bag was a plastic lobster. “This lobster has a bent body like the old man. For New Year, it means long life. But the lobster has a bent back even when it is very young, so it means to have youthfulness even with old age. And you must have this orange. It is a very special bitter orange called the daidai. That word is a pun as it means the same as the Chinese word for generation to generation.”
     Last to come out of the bag was a beautifully lacquered three tier box. Boxes made to carry lunches were called obento. These could be simple throw away boxes that one picked up at the train station or bus station kiosk, or it could be a more permanent box of wood, plastic, or metal that a person carried each day, the equivalent of the western school lunch box, or brown bag. Obento were sectioned to help keep portions separate. Usually, they had a large space for rice and sections for a piece of fish or chicken, beans or vegetables, pickle, a slice of pink fish protein cake called kamaboko and some seaweed strips called konbu. Most of the foods were selected for their ability to stay fresh without special refrigeration.
     “Well, you know, in Japan it is the daily task for the housewife or mother to cook for her family. There is no vacation from this task. Even on the holidays people must eat. But on New Year’s, even the housewife must have a vacation, so today the housewives of Japan are cooking a special lunch box like this that will have special foods to last for the three days. The first meal we will have is very important. Yoko will serve a dish called ozone. It is a soup with mochi and vegetables.”
     He opened the top tier of the obento. Inside was an assortment of foods, prepared and arranged much too prettily to disturb. “This is special rice called sekihan with red bean. Here is the meat of the carp. This fish is very strong and has great determination and long life. These black beans have the same name as the word that means robust. And here is konbu sea weed for happiness and lotus root which is considered a sacred plant. And Yoko has added some red radish cut like a flower and a boiled egg made to look like a bunny and some greens to make it more beautiful. These foods, you can see, have special meanings. Yoko and my mother made these sample obento for you. Of course they are just a sample. For our family, it is more extensive as we must take all our meals for three days from this obento.
     “Of course, to have the days of vacation, Yoko and my mother have to work extra hard to cook these special obento. Everything is very pretty, of course, and so it takes a long time to cut this egg to look like a rabbit. Or this radish to look like a flower. So Yoko complains it takes three days to rest up from preparing for it,” he laughed.
     We admired the layers of the obento and appreciated the extra hours required just to prepare the sample.
     “Of course besides this, we must be prepared for many guests. You may have visitors tomorrow. It is customary to visit your friends. If they come, please offer them tea. If you have some snack to offer, it is O.K. I think you don’t have to worry about it. It is a quiet day, and you will be interested, I think,” Toshio said.
     “Tonight if you want, why don’t you go to the temple and help to ring the bell. There are many temples in Isahaya. You may go to any of them. The bell must be rung 108 times, one for each vice.”
     “Is that right?” Lora interrupted. “One hundred eight vices? We have been taught there are only 10. We Westerners must be missing a lot!”
     “Well, you know, there are many misfortunes in life. The 108 are said to be the vices and misfortunes. After the bell has been rung, then you must be careful to avoid misfortune in the future. When you ring the bell you may be disappointed. You know the temple bell in Japan is different from those in your country and in Europe. It is cast to make the after-sound, not the initial sound. You see, it is most beautiful to hear the sound as it begins and fades and after it is gone, the silence is heard too. You must experience the silence as well as the sound.”
     When he prepared to leave he said, “The ornaments are for your souvenir of Japan. The obento boxes are real lacquer-ware and are our family treasure. They are to be considered a loan. Please save them for me, and I will collect them when you have eaten the sample.”
That night the television networks featured special variety shows for the countdown to midnight. NHK had the most elaborate program with most of the nation’s top popular and traditional singers who formed into two groups and competed good- naturedly for audience approval.
     There were several different levels of music: popular rock and roll with clean cut young men and women, many still of high school age; older singers who had graduated from hard rock music and were becoming the more mellow professionals who sang the popular songs that were imitated by business men in the singing bars; and the traditional singers of all ages who kept the traditional folk-music alive.
     The young rock singers were dressed in everything from tux to drag. The middle group dressed in a variety of fashions with many of the women in kimono while the traditional group, men and women, wore kimono or the dance costumes associated with particular folk dances and songs.
     The entertainers divided into two groups who competed by doing songs and comedy sketches. The studio and home audiences voted for their favorites. It was designed to culminate at the stroke of midnight. During the program, the network stations would feed live reports on New Year activities around the country, spotlighting local customs.
     In the mid-evening Philip, Janelle and I went to a temple in town and joined the people who wanted to ring the bell. In the courtyard of the temple, a small bonfire burned to warm the visitors. People lined up to take their turns. A small square tower held the bell which was thimble shaped rather than flanged at the bottom. The bell hung in the center of the tower.
On one side of the bell, suspended from lines attached at both ends and to the ceiling, hung a pole about six inches in diameter. From the center of the pole, a single rope hung to the platform. Visitors grasped the rope, pulled the pole back from the bell, then swung the pole against the bell as forcefully as possible producing a dull gong sound.
     Visitors straggled in and joined the line, gave their turn at the bell, ringing it once, then moving on out to give the next person a try. Although it was to be rung 108 times, no one seemed to keep count.
     On our way to and from the temple, we passed by other temples where people rang that temple’s bell. Although the bells ranged from 24 to 48 inches high, they produced relatively little sound. Wood on metal and the thick wall of the bells produced a quiet, muted gong and sustained reverberation rather than a loud piercing clang as produced by a metal clapper. They could be heard close to the temple, and there were temples scattered all through the town so one could hear a bell ringing from almost any place in town, but not a great deal of overlapping sound.
     New Year’s morning the town was quiet. The sounds of buses, cars and trucks, that usually created a buzzing presence even away from the highways, was absent. The wheels of industry and commerce had stopped. The crowds were gone from the stores. The world seemed to have stopped.
     Early in the morning, I rode to the large temple at the foot of Isahaya park, next to the Megane Bashi stone bridge. Even early in the morning, with a touch of frost still lingering, men, women, and children were strolling from town to the temple.
     At the main gate were large versions of the bamboo and pine arrangements that Toshio had brought for the entryway. A six inch diameter braided rice straw rope hung from the cross bar of the torii (gate). People rinsed their mouths from a fountain at the entrance to purify themselves, visited with friends and went to the front of the temple to invoke the spirits by clapping their hands three times. Most people tossed coins and paper money into a canvas at the foot of the altar. Then they moved to a stand to the side of the temple to buy decorated arrows and paper strips with fortunes written on them. The paper strips were tied to bushes and trees on the temple grounds.
     Most of the women wore traditional kimono. Men were dressed in hakama or business suits. The kimono added brilliant color to the bare midwinter landscape and were a strong contrast to the grey, natural weathered wood of the temple. In only two weeks, the girls who turned twenty-one would be dressed in the most colorful kimono they would ever own. Many of them were out on New Year’s to show off their new kimono ahead of time. I enjoyed that aspect of New Year very much. During most of the rest of the year, we did not see kimono as women wore them only for extra special occasions or for performances.
     I had been back at the house only a little while that morning when Dr. Mori and his entire family arrived. Mrs. Mori and the three girls were dressed in kimono, Dr. Mori in hakama. Dr. Mori carried a bushel carton full of mikan oranges which he left in the genkan.
We served tea and some of Janelle’s homemade cookies and visited for a few minutes before they left to continue calling on friends and relatives. Because Dr. Mori was a bright, industrious young doctor who was becoming influential among the community and was already recognized for his skill in cardiovascular research and surgical skill, we were honored that he was the first visitor of the year and looked forward to good fortune.
     Several people dropped by. Mr. Nakano and his wife knocked at the door, but did not come in. They handed Janelle and Philip envelopes with woven rice ribbon decorations on them.
     “This good tradition for children, otoshidama,” he explained haltingly. Inside each envelope were one thousand yen notes.
     Janelle and Philip both went out to visit or to play with their friends and later in the day returned with several more otoshidama envelopes with money in them. They both thought we should adopt this particular New Year custom.

Happy New Year
Kenneth Fenter



Lend your Kindle Book: New program from Amazon

I received an e-mail from Amazon Digital Books this week telling about the new Kindle e-book progam that allows Kindle book owners to lend copies of their downloaded books. Barns and Noble Nook owners have had that ability for some time. It is a neat feature. I'm glad that the Kindle has come aboard. If you have a Kindle and have purchased an e-edition Kindle copy of my novel The Ruin, Japanese non-fiction book Gaijin! Gaijin! or Jim Henson's Pee Up a Tree from Amazon check with Amazon to see how to enable that feature. It makes having an e-book more flexible and lets you loan one out to a family member much as you do a print copy.