Japan for me today, sorrow about the severe quake. Here is only one photo of wreckage, and nearby, we hope, are those who are being found and rescued.
Japan through the years for my father and family — some of my family are survivors of Japanese concentration camps which imprisoned Europeans in the Dutch East Indies (now Indonesia) during World War II. Many died, many were never the same after surviving.
My parents were friends with a Japanese family in our first American home, Provo, Utah. Generations later I know this family may have been re-located there, into Japanese-American internment camps during World War II. I don’t know if my father and his new friends discussed their mutual and different (very different) camp years.I do know I am proud of he and my mother for their life long quest to befriend everyone, including their Japanese and German friends.
Pappie always said, “I don’t hate the Japanese. (At the time) they were as cruel to each other as they were to us.”
Mammie lived in terror of Germans during “her” World War II in The Netherlands (Holland). Searches for able bodied men, having to pin her eyes away from her father’s hiding place, to live with no electricity, to lack food, this was terrifying. Yet she does speak of those few soldiers who looked the other way. My parents had to cope with the best and worst humanity had to offer. I think we all still do face the best and worst of humanity.
And help, the Google help-link to seeking loved ones in Japan…
Hug someone you love today. Make friends, whether oh so the same, or different.