Noshibukuro, decorative envelopes used when
giving cash gifts,
which children gave one of the participants
The beautiful sweaters made by the knitting ladies
This reminded me of a Vermeer painting of a girl.
The main event at the salon was how to introduce
food, taught while making hotcakes
Manhole cover
in Hasama, Tome city.
This area is a stopover place for migratory swans.
Tributary of Hasama river that flows through the
town
was frozen solid
Today’s Jonet
Salon was a session on how to introduce food.
The mother-in-laws and daughter-in-laws sat in two separate groups in the narrow assembly hall, with the mother-in-laws carrying on their knitting, not budging an inch.
The daughter-in-laws started chatting about New Year.
They really wanted to tell everyone what they had done.
The woman, who showed everyone the hand-made noshibukuro her daughter had made, talked as if in riddles.
It seems the envelopes weren’t just for putting money in.
She said things like ”Next, please open the fridge...” and finished with “It’s next to the shiny thing, ”then “...and just as I was wondering what shiny thing, I realized it was stuck to Dad’s head! Our Dad and Grandad are both bald!”
They all chatted about their New Year episodes.
Untiringly, they then quickly moved on to how their lives had changed with the disaster.
There were no jobs at sea, so they had worked removing debris and for the first time had experienced what it was like to rest at the weekend.
Some felt like they’d become normal people, while others, who had moved into temporary housing away from their parents, spoke of how they didn’t want to lose that great feeling of being able to wake up when they wanted.
Suddenly, shouts of “Hear, hear!” came from the mother-in-laws!
During the salon, there was some excitement over an ambulance.
A man with bad legs had fallen while out walking.
He was only slightly injured so that was a relief.
The salon continued after this and then came to an end.
We were given hand-knitted hats as we looked freezing cold, and we left after leaving a big pile of wool that had been donated from people all around the country.
Near the temporary housing, the search was continuing for bodies.
I popped into Handa Shoten on my way home in Sanuma, Tome city, which had a stall at the talk place, and bought some miso.
The mother-in-laws and daughter-in-laws sat in two separate groups in the narrow assembly hall, with the mother-in-laws carrying on their knitting, not budging an inch.
The daughter-in-laws started chatting about New Year.
They really wanted to tell everyone what they had done.
The woman, who showed everyone the hand-made noshibukuro her daughter had made, talked as if in riddles.
It seems the envelopes weren’t just for putting money in.
She said things like ”Next, please open the fridge...” and finished with “It’s next to the shiny thing, ”then “...and just as I was wondering what shiny thing, I realized it was stuck to Dad’s head! Our Dad and Grandad are both bald!”
They all chatted about their New Year episodes.
Untiringly, they then quickly moved on to how their lives had changed with the disaster.
There were no jobs at sea, so they had worked removing debris and for the first time had experienced what it was like to rest at the weekend.
Some felt like they’d become normal people, while others, who had moved into temporary housing away from their parents, spoke of how they didn’t want to lose that great feeling of being able to wake up when they wanted.
Suddenly, shouts of “Hear, hear!” came from the mother-in-laws!
During the salon, there was some excitement over an ambulance.
A man with bad legs had fallen while out walking.
He was only slightly injured so that was a relief.
The salon continued after this and then came to an end.
We were given hand-knitted hats as we looked freezing cold, and we left after leaving a big pile of wool that had been donated from people all around the country.
Near the temporary housing, the search was continuing for bodies.
I popped into Handa Shoten on my way home in Sanuma, Tome city, which had a stall at the talk place, and bought some miso.
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