Story Time

Grandpa telling tales to his two youngest grandkids.

Our Tuesday Fox asked, “Do you have a favorite story about your family that has been passed down, or one that you hope will get passed down?”

My father’s family has only been in America since 1915, and most of my relatives don’t speak English, so the stories I heard were from my mom or my dad’s mother, who lived with us. I never met my paternal grandfather, because he passed away before I was born. On my mom’s side, my grandparents were part of my life for less than a year, and then we moved from Camp Zama in Yokohama, to Grand Rapids, Michigan. And since we were raised speaking English, no family stories were passed on to us from that side of the family, other than what Mom told us.

I spent lots of time with my dad’s mom until she went to live as a live-in nanny for another family, and she told us a few little scenarios about her life in a rural area on the northernmost island of Japan, but I don’t remember much, except for the time she walked into a cow because she was busy reading a book while walking home from school (I guess it was a REALLY GOOD book). I was around eight years old when she left our house.

My parents weren’t much for family stories, either – at least, not the kind most American kids hear from their elders. Mom told us a few frightening tales about running home from school with her sisters while bombs fell from the sky. She told me about her neighbor’s mother being shot down when she looked outside to see if it was safe for her children to go out. My dad, who grew up in America, told us about how his parents struggled during the Great Depression, and when things finally got better, the war began. President Roosevelt signed Executive Order 9066, and Dad and his older brother were subject to distrust and outright hatred. Thankfully, they were not relocated to the internment camps in the west. I was told this was because they were considered a mild threat – they were the only Japanese family in the area, and neither Grandma nor Grandpa had returned to Japan since the 1920s. But one day, federal officers came to their home, loaded everyone up and took them downtown to be fingerprinted. Dad told me that each day, as he walked to and from school, a big black car would follow him. Once, he mentioned that he’d been worried, not for himself, but for his father, who was in a wheelchair with rheumatoid arthritis, and his mother, who worked several jobs to support the family. While these family tales aren’t especially pleasant, they need to be passed down so that my grandkids understand the horrors of war and the hurtfulness of cultural mistrust.

Not all my parents’ stories were sad. When I was in junior high, I asked Mom how she and Dad met and fell in love. She told me she worked in the Postal Exchange office in Yokohama, where my dad had been assigned after being wounded in the Korean War. Their courtship was similar to the children’s book How My Parents Learned to Eat by Ina R. Friedman. Dad knew how to use chopsticks, but he didn’t know the names of many dishes, and he couldn’t speak much of the language, despite his parents being Japanese. Mom had never eaten a steak (most Asian food is cut into bite-size pieces before cooking) so Dad had to cut it for her. When they decided to get married, some of mom’s uncles had Dad’s family, especially his father, investigated. After all, why would any respectable Japanese man choose to move his family to America? My grandmother in America, upon hearing about it, wrote a letter in her most formal Japanese, explaining that one of Dad’s ancestors had been connected to a shogun. I don’t know WHO the shogun was, or HOW this ancestor was connected – he or she could have been a servant in the household – but that connection was enough to convince Mom’s family that Dad was from a reputable family. 

Someday, when I’m rich and famous, I’d like to learn more about this ancestor who had ties with Japanese royalty. I think it would make a really cool story to tell my grandkids.

About Patricia Kiyono

During her first career, Patricia Kiyono taught elementary music, computer classes, elementary classrooms, and junior high social studies. She now teaches music education at the university level. She lives in southwest Michigan with her husband, not far from her five children, nine grandchildren (so far), and great-granddaughters. Current interests, aside from writing, include sewing, crocheting, scrapbooking, and music. A love of travel and an interest in faraway people inspires her to create stories about different cultures. Check out her sweet historical contemporary romances at her Amazon author page: http://www.amazon.com/Patricia-Kiyono/e/B0067PSM5C/
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10 Responses to Story Time

  1. John Babb says:

    Patty – I’d say you’ve got some pretty remarkable family stories, and definitely you should dig deeper into your shogun connection.

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    • Patricia Kiyono says:

      Thanks, John. I’m sure other tales were told, but these are the ones I remember. I’m hoping to find a way to communicate with genealogy organizations in Japan, but Grandpa was from the area that suffered the nuclear disaster and tsunami in 2011. I’m hoping all those records weren’t destroyed.

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  2. Jeff Salter says:

    Wow, so much history — family and cultural — which may be partly buried already… and additionally less obtainable because of the language barrier.
    Actually, I thought you HAD already found the link to the shogun… and had used some of that info in one of your early novels. Did I cook that up by myself? Or did I just misunderstand something you mentioned about your book (the title of which escapes me now)?

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    • Patricia Kiyono says:

      I think I might have mentioned that mom told me about the connection, but lacking any details, I used my imagination when writing The Legacy and The Samurai’s Garden.

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  3. I am very upset that I heard many stories from my family but hardly any are being passed down. I never have the right time.
    You have great stories. Stories of immigration and differing cultures are always interesting, and I am impressed by the shogun connection! When you find out, let us know.

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  4. Elaine Cantrell says:

    I love the story about your parents. I hope you find time to explore your connection to the shogun.

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  5. The stories that you do have are interesting! They certainly do need to be passed down. So many forget about the horrors of war and what it was like here in America. I don’t recall ever learning about Executive Order 9066 in school. I did learn about it but from reading on my own. I also know that my children did not learn about it while in public school. I will never understand why that is not taught more in history classes.
    I love the story of how your parents met! That would be really interesting to be able to finally find out the connection to the shogun and which one.

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    • Patricia Kiyono says:

      It is concerning. Both my daughters chose to research and report about it when they were in junior high. I was really proud of them.

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