Monday, April 29, 2013
All along, I have been arguing for a Japanese garden to be built because I thought we could use that specific type of beauty here. Last week, I was fortunate to meet with an official of the Asian Community Center here in Sacramento. It was a very constructive and encouraging meeting. As I talked with her, I was reminded of another reason I would like to establish the garden. Talk of Asian-American history and culture fires me up!
It all began when I first learned that my dad was born in an internment camp during WWII. Then I read the memoir Farewell to Manzanar, by Jeanne Wakatsuki Houston and James D. Houston, in eighth grade and that solidified my interests. I wish I could say that I had some Irish-American equivalent in my life, if only so my mother didn't feel like I was neglecting the other half of me. (My daughter said to me the other day, "You're white, right?" Perhaps that's why I don't have an Irish equivalent. That side of me is already writ large on my face.)
It was rejuvenating to be reminded of that motivation. I had already been planning on a well appointed facility for classes, talks and cultural understanding. I had forgotten why, until my meeting. I was getting bogged down in the drudgery of incorporating a nonprofit. I am buoyed again by the vision of a meeting place, an especially lovely meeting place, for all sorts of people to get fired up along with me.
Monday, January 7, 2013
|A gift from my friend Mary. A 2013 calendar from Italy. Maybe a foreign calendar will help me get things done?|
Sunday, July 22, 2012
Thursday, March 15, 2012
|Pages of the book, on my fireplace. Yep, my fireplace is very rocky.|
It's been a long time! I guess I haven't written since it was 2011! Well, hello! This post is about the name of my blog, Both and Neither. I recently wrote a poem, entitled "H is for Half". It is part of a series I am slowly creating for an alphabet book I send out. That's a lot of layers of making and creating but basically, I am making a book. I send it out page by page. It's a book of poems. A is for Ask. B for Butter. H is for Half.
I wanted to share this with you because the poem I wrote for H explains the name of my blog. So, here it is:
H is for Half
She has always known herself to be half,
neatly divided into
one one thing
one the other.
Her, as a girl, declared
"I am half Japanese and half Irish,
and whole American."
Explaining herself to herself
Both and All.
Now, she feels,
Both and Neither.
(more Neither than Anything.)
There is no neat description any more.
It takes too long to say:
"I am half mother, half daughter,
half wife, half only child,
half worried, half religious,
half staying at home,
half writing this,
half of all that makes up a woman
Ancestry and heritage-
just the half of it,
perhaps influencing the look of things,
like eye shape and home decor decisions.
She can no longer sum it up by
as if she ever could.
Saturday, November 26, 2011
Saturday, October 29, 2011
School started and I lost track of the things I was doing. Every day and all tasks suddenly revolved around my kids' school. Then, sometime around mid October, I remembered my blog. Now, sometime near Halloween, I post, finally!
I took these images at my husband's great aunt's house. She and her only daughter have passed away. The task of clearing the house has gone to extended family. Here are the drawers to a dresser we are moving to our house. The other image is of the view across the road.
Monday, September 5, 2011
Today we went to the Little Buckaroos event at the Crocker Art Museum here in Sacramento. There, the kids got to make very simple, but very inventive crafts: a cowboy hat, a fake mustache to go with the cowboy hat and this horse (consisting of a paper horse body, button eyes, feathers and two clothes pins.) None of it required glue!
Each craft station was held in a different part of the museum. There, in the middle of the modern art exhibit were a dozen children on the floor creating horses. It made one feel a bit nervous to see the kids so close to priceless art, and yet, it was also very good to see the kids in such close proximity to the art. Making art surrounded by art...