Dispatched Army Story (B)

New York, N.Y. Memories of the occupation of us and American soldiers after the war I didn’t have any rice, but because there was a garden kept by our gardnide.  I picked cabbage, spinach, potatoes, carrots, burdock and the like from my own GARDEN. Fashionable vegetables such as asparagus were ALSO harvested in the fields of the house even though they were unknown in Japan. We also ate such things.

MEALS could not be eaten without rice I couldn’t eat because there was really no rice. There was a KoreanS village next door, and all the Japanese rice was donated to the war, but the Korean village people sold the rice in a black market. Near the end of the war, rice was being bartered at a very high price, and all my mother’s jewelry, obi, and kimono WERE SOLD TO BUY rice.

When I learned that we wanted rice, I quickly scooped it up and POURED  it LIKE A WATERFALL TO SHOW OFF, and I remember that. As soon as the war ended, the KOREAN villagers got chocolates, gum, toothpaste, etc. and came to sell them. Although I could hardly speak Japanese, I remember that IT was very good at business. ALTHOUGH THE KOREAN WOMEN COULD NOT SPEAK JAPANEE WELL, THEY HA =D A GOOD BUSINESS.

For the Japanese, rice WAS a treasure and the soldiers ate RICE WITH RED PICKLED PLU LOOKING LIKE THE JAPANESE FLAG – THEY ATE WITH TEARS.

teardrops when they put a large umeboshi in the middle of the rice.

For the Japanese, rice is not the only food. There is still a ritual of “New Year Festival” in which the Emperor donates the rice of the year to God every year and says thank you in the tradition that has continued for more than 2600 years since ancient times.

At my house, IF WE WERE TO EAT RICE had rice sometimes, WE WOULD PRAY AND EAT ONE BY ONE EAFH GRAIN, SINGING “TREASURE OF THE COUNTY, BEAUTIFUL RICE”= WE CHEW EACH GRAIN REPAETEDLY AND THE RICE BECOMES POWERE IN OUR BODY AND MIND AND WE FGROW INTO GOOD CHILDERN, WE SANG. I had a hand in hand and after the children sang the next song, I had no grain left.  Let’s chew on the national treasure and delicious rice. Let’s become a good and energetic child with full body and heart.

When there was an air raid in Osaka, all of Osaka became burnt fields, and even relatives who lost their legs and broke away, they fled to OUR HOME IN Takarazuka. I was crying and eating big tomatoes and sweet potatoes. We children WENT  to the nearby embankment to collect horsetail, and then pick the wild plants called “itadori” and cook them. I remember the sweet and sour taste.

There was a MINERAL water factory called Wilkinson nearby. The best mineral water was gushing out there, so I used to go there to get water with my brothers. I didn’t have enough other nutrition, but I think the reason why everyone’s gums are strong and good in this year is because they drank the water all the time.

My aunt told us that snails and locusts were the best treats in France, and if that was the case, locusts and crickets flew HOPPING even when they ran out of food, so I took snails and locusts. It was the role of our children to come.

If it rains, go! The aunt taught me about it, saying, “Why do you eat this?” The locust was fried. It was delicious because the chef was good.

Life was so simple, my younger brother Akira wanted to draw and wanted to draw, and always cried, “I want paper, I want paper.” But he made a wooden frame and made it into a frame, put sand in it, drew and erased various things with wooden sticks, and then drew it again. I always wear monpe work clothes. WE WERE  always hungry

Chewed One Hundred Times is Delicious

I still loveD sweet potatoes, but at that time my snacks were sweet potatoes, chestnuts, or persimmons. There were also strawberries. TRAADITIOANLLY, the snackS WERE served at 3 o’clock CAKE TEAD TIM, and it was a great thing to think about from now on. LUNCHTIME WAS The rule was to eat roasted soybeans with a few of my soybeans a year for lunch. I was five years old so I will eat six of them. Still, it’s delicious when you sit down QUIELTY and chew one hundred times.

The porridge KONJEE was thin porridge, but it was delicious. It had sweet potatoes, scallions, green leaves and sesame seeds, and it smelled really good. In today’s world, people put a lot of food in their mouths and swallow it with a little bit of bite DON;T CHEW. NOW ADAYS, It doesn’t use saliva, so digestion is bad. WE ARE ALL wasting nutrition.

See: Dr. Kazuko Hillyer Tatsumura Column in Japan’s Weekly Biz



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Dr. Kazuko Hillyer Tatsumura
Dr. Kazuko was born into a distinguished old family in Kyoto, Japan, and graduated from Toho conservatory of Music in Tokyo. In 1961 she came to U.S. as a pianist sponsored by the Boston Symphony. She studied at Boston University, New York University, and received her Ph.D. in Oriental Medicine from New York State University and the International Academy of Education in Tokyo. From 1968 to 1992, she promoted cultural exchanges from East to West and vice versa, and became a world famous impresario, producing 2,000 events each year all over the world encompassing over 140 countries. In this connection, in 1972, she went to Dharamsala to find the lost Tibetan Folk Opera, and met His Holiness the Dalai Lama, with whom she remains a lifelong friend. In 1973 and 1991 she arranged and funded personally the tours of the Folk Opera of Tibet to the West. She has received many medals and honors from different countries. Her tireless life long work in Philanthropic field is vast and well known ranging from Save the Beacon Theater, Save the Boat People, Help the Homeless, natural disasters of earthquakes and tsunamis, as well as relief to AIDS and HIV positive children in Africa. She has been a dedicated Board Member to both the J. Luce Foundation and Orphans International for years. Her work focuses on the Tibetan people; Tibetan children remain especially strong in her heart. She raised fund for the new academic building for Manjushree Orphanage in Tawang, India and supported many aspects of the school. See HuffPo pieces entitled Japanese Holistic Healer in NYC to Build School for Tibetan Orphans in India, A Japanese Dinner with Raul Castro’s Daughter, and NYC Gala in Support of Tibetan Orphans Set for January.

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