I’m a bit late in getting back to this thread, so skimming.
Thanks for the book link, Elmer.
Oly, I could enroll in a PNW Chopsticks Remediation workshop. I am probably holding them in an inelegant way.
Cyn? , my solution*and it shows) or learning how to hold and eat w chopsricks is to be very hungry and presented with delicious food and only a pair od wooden, unglazed Chinese chopsticks. You’ll figure it out. Hahahaha
My parents used to have a few Japanese things from WWII. One was a small, fragile Japanese flag of very fine silk. You coud look right through it. My father was in the Pacific and was on a ship that had Japanese officers next to him as the J officials pointed out the location of mines. My dad’s ship was one that was charged with escorting the American ship into the harbor where the official surrender was signed.
My sibs have the high quality photos, I need to gwt the one of my father. In the photo, he is in officer khakis, cap, and firearm at his side, looking thin, pale and exhausted as a well dressed and rested looking Japanese official sits overlooking a map and marking where the mines were. Everybody smoked a lot in those tears, On the desk over which the Japanese commander delineated the mine fields, was one of those Navy re-purposed ash trays, ubiquitous at the time, Fashion from a large mortat shell. So casual in those war years, but sends chills up my spine when I look at them now.
Those poor men, so many lives lost. An enormous waste, generations of heartbreak as sequelae. But, of course, a lot of money made for others. It is always that way, isn’t it?
The other (that I recall) was a sma;; collection of lacquered Japanese chopsticks. I wish I had them (and the silk). I have no idea what became of them. I would have taken extra good care of them, but not everyone is like me. A lot of peope are cavalier about caring for such things and for respection the property of others.
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