Dear BJ,
I am sitting here watching the winter sumo tournament and
waiting for Tom to come home. It is two days before Thanksgiving and I am homesick. We
bought a turkey breast at an international grocery store in Tokyo this weekend (at $8 per
pound) as well as canned sweet potatoes, cranberry sauce, and seasoned bread cubes. Who
knows how this meal will turn out since we have a Crockpot, toaster oven, small microwave,
and two gas burners to do all the cooking. But it is fun to improvise.
The muffins have turned out pretty well, even though the
sugar we get here is crystallized rather than granulated and it doesn't seem to dissolve
when mixing ingredients. Cakes are more difficult, and I haven't tried cookies yet.
The most success has been with bread. (No cinnamon rolls.... the recipe was left at home.)
This weekend we went to Nikko, and then spent a night in the
Tokyo Hilton before coming home. We paid an astronomical price, (by our standards - not
Japanese) of over $300 for a basic room.. But since we were celebrating Tom's health and
having come through a crisis, we decided we would allow ourselves this luxury. We had
spectacular views of Tokyo and spent much of our time looking out of our windows and
taking a video of the city.
Nikko was lovely. The trees high in the mountains had lost their leaves, but
the trees in town and on the lower slopes were beautiful -- especially around the shrines
and temple.
When we were taking pictures of the sacred bridge, a
wedding party arrived to be photographed there. It was our understanding that nobody
except the emperor and the imperial messenger are allowed on the bridge. It must be nice
to have connections. (Tom wants to know how Dick managed to get on the bridge while he was
stationed in Japan during the Korean conflict.) If the pictures turn out, we'll send you
some.
Nikko is north of Tokyo and is less than two hours by train.
It was built as a burial site for Ieyasu Tokugawa, the leader of the clan which ruled
Japan from the early 17th century to the mid 19th century. It is a
large area full of shrines, memorials, mausoleums and temples. The compound was finished
about 1616. Depending on your point of view the architecture is beautiful or garish.

Mausoleum
A reason for the elaborate nature of the construction is
that lords were told to contribute to the building of Nikko by the Tokugawa rulers. As a
result, many tried to outdo one another in demonstrating their loyalty. One of the poorer
nobles had thousands of trees planted, many of which are still standing. Americans know
Nikko because of the famous carving of the 3 wise monkeys, located over the entrance to
the imperial stable, which housed the emperor's white horse.
We
discovered after we returned home that we had missed Shichigosan Day. We mentioned this
holiday in an earlier letter. Traditionally it is for girls 7 and 3 years old and for
5-year-old boys. Tom was told that in early Japan these were the crucial years for
children to survive. Therefore, parents take children of those ages to thank the gods and
to pray for continued good health. The children and their parents are dressed in their
finest attire for the shrine visit. The area around the shrine is crowded with food and
souvenir booths. There is even a special candy sold only for this festival.
We were very disappointed that we were not able to celebrate
Shichigosan at Takeda Shrine in Kofu. We will tell more about Takeda Shingen in later
letters. He is Yamanashi's greatest hero -- the subject of several TV docudramas, a
festival and an Akira Kurosawa film.
Tom is back to normal, but I am still recovering from his
illness. I was numb through most of it. It was really frightening and I felt very alone
even though our friends could not have been more caring. I would have called you if I had
had your phone number and had known what shift you were working. (I have forgotten all the
numbers from work and didn't bring any of them with me.) We still don't know if he got the
care he would have gotten in the US, but think it was okay. Perhaps they would have done a
colonoscopy at home instead of a barium enema. We can't get over how many x-rays he had.
The first five times he went to the hospital on an outpatient basis they got x-rays and
several of those times they also did a sonogram. During his inpatient care, he had
numerous x-rays and other diagnostic tests. The worst time was when we were told they
suspected it was colon cancer.
I am really missing Alyssa. She is growing so fast and I
just want to hug her. I make friends with little children here and want to hold each one
but restrain myself. She'll be a toddler when we see her again and we will have
missed her infancy. I do talk to her on the phone, and we hope to send her a video for her
first birthday.
Thanks for your kind words. I have had many self-doubts
since coming here. Partly because I am not working and am used to feeling productive.
There are feelings of sadness about leaving the job and not being able to get the leave of
absence that was requested. On the other hand, it is for the best. It is a good
opportunity to explore other options when we come back home. From what we read in the
papers about the government shutdown and the cutbacks in funding of the VA, it sounds
pretty discouraging. I know that I would be quite unhappy with what has happened to the
program that we worked so hard to develop.
Other self-doubts come from wondering if Tom's friends in
Japan compare me to his first wife. Tom is all but revered here and I don't have friends
of my own who didn't know Tom and Phyllis as a couple. And the Japanese are indirect in
communication - the exact opposite of what we consider healthy in western psychology - so
I never know if I am committing some kind of faux pas. Sometimes it is a bit
difficult, but I wouldn't have given up this cultural experience for anything in the
world. I don't want to work right now and am not going out of my way to make friends of my
own, because I want this to be a "time-out" in my life, rather than more work.
Have I managed to totally confuse you?
Part of the confusion and pain comes from a recent
experience at Eiwa. Early in our stay Tom asked if it was okay if I accompany him and the
other teachers when they take the 10th grade students to Okinawa on their
annual class trip. He assumed that it would be okay since Phyllis had accompanied them on
the trip when Tom was on his last sabbatical there in 1987. I always got the impression
that they were accepted as a couple and she was made to feel welcome.
Well we didn't hear anything for a long while, and Tom
finally asked the head teacher about it a day or two ago. He was informed that I was not
welcome and, furthermore, Tom could remain behind, too, if it were going to be that
difficult to be separated from me. That was really painful, and so different from any of
our other dealings with Eiwa! We actually thought about leaving Japan and returning home.
At the time, we couldn't believe what was happening and we were very hurt. It seemed so
antithetical to the culture. Upon reflection, Tom said he should have realized that the
long silence was a way of telling him the answer to his inquiry was "no". It is
also a reminder that men in Japan are supposed to always put their jobs first and their
families last. Likewise, women are supposed to remember where their "place" is
and stay there.
We have since found out that the head teacher has a great
deal of autonomy in making those kinds of decisions, and it was primarily his decision,
although he led Tom to believe that the principal had made the final decision. This head
teacher is thought to be the most "American" teacher by the students, so that
tells you a lot! And we also found out that the teachers are uncomfortable about the
English problem. It would have put too much pressure on them to worry about translating
and "entertaining" me on the trip, even though I have no desire to be
entertained. (We were also told that the same problem occurred when Phyllis went on
the trip, and an American teacher, who is fluent in Japanese, was assigned as a special
escort. Apparently the other teachers were uncomfortable about her being with them, but
Tom and Phyllis just weren't aware of it at the time.)
I continue to wonder if Phyllis is someone who did
everything right and I do everything wrong here. Also, I wonder if I cannot be accepted
just because they knew her and Tom as a couple, and they cannot accept me in her place.
Another element that may be relevant is that I am a second wife. (Sort of like the
"wicked stepmother.") In Japan, when a mate dies it is unusual for the widow or
widower to remarry. Since the whole concept of marriage is so different in Japan, I think
we are an oddity. We obviously love each other and are close. This is almost unheard of in
Japan, and is probably considered unseemly. The biggest problem is that it is never
possible to know exactly what the rules are. (A consistent theme.)
Tom says I am doing okay and that all I need to do is be
myself. An interesting thing that happens is that people usually look to me when they are
trying to communicate, even though Tom is the one who can speak some Japanese. That didn't
happen when Tom was here before. We decided that it might be because I attend more closely
to people when they are communicating - verbally and nonverbally. It is amazing how much
can be communicated through body language, gestures, etc. (Of course, I have been teaching
for a long time that 70% of communication is nonverbal in interactions, when people are
speaking the same language, this should not come as a surprise to me!) I do try to use
some Japanese words, but never pronounce them correctly no matter how hard I try.
The upshot of all of this is that I called Carolyn. Since
she is coming to Japan anyway, I asked her if she wants to go to Australia, Thailand, Bali
or anywhere else with me while Tom is in Okinawa. She said, "If you get lemons, make
lemonade. And we are gonna make some great lemonade!" She is going to decide where
she wants to go and then plan the trip. I have no clear preferences, as all of those
places are appealing to me.
I am going to close as it is time to get some supper on the
table. Please keep writing. It is a very bright spot in my life when we get letters. If
you keep writing as faithfully as you have, you will get a prize for being my second most
faithful correspondent. (My mother writes almost every week.) I really enjoy your
correspondence and appreciate you.
Love, Marie
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