Today is my next to last day here. Our hosts have put us up in the Hotel New Grand, not far from the room that Gen. McArthur used when in Yokohama.
Yesterday morning we attended worship at Shiloh Kyokai, the first Presbyterian church founded in Japan. The worship was long, a 40 minute sermon, four hymns and much other business.
This was Tamayo's church when she lived in Yokohama and many of the older folk remembered her with foundness. It was also the church where she and I married in 1962.
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After I wrote the few sentences above, I continued with a great deal more. There were many wonderful insights. I drew from my experiences much wisdom to share with my readers. (Probably no one but myself.). Then the computer I was borrowing decided to quit saving the work without letting me know. I thought it was being posted along the way. No so.
When I first began using a desktop computer, about 1980, I was working with a program called Magic Wand. It was the only word processor available. Entering text required putting in a lot of special formating symbols. We had no hard drives then, but used 5 inch floppy disks. One night I began writing an article. I worked on it for hours. It was a very incisive and insightful piece about--well, I don't remember--but I'm sure it was one of the very best written articles of that year, from anyone. Then, about 2:00am, when I was just putting the finishing touches on it, the power went out.
Thus was the world was deprived of my wisdom. So it was with my last Japan post here.
Perhaps it will all percolate through my brain again and be spewed out upon this blog.
Meanwhile, I did return on Tuesday afternoon, about six hours before I left Tokyo. Well, that's the International Dateline for you. Don Sears returned with me but Tamayo stayed behind to spend another week with her family and especially with her mother who, while she did rally, probably will not continue for very long.
Arriving early at the Narita (Tokyo) airport, I was met by my niece, Mariko. Mariko was trained in college to be a computer person, but found dancing the Brazilian samba to be more to her liking. She eventually became a professional samba dancer. Like most artists, she also needed a "day job" and travels around Japan representing a distributor of a line of hypoallergenic cosmetics. In February though, she took a month off to visit Brazil and join a samba school there. Then she danced in the Carnival in Rio de Janeiro. This is a very competitive samba environment with amazing costumes and lots of special dance moves. Eventually I intend to post some of her photos, but I just wanted to complete this blog entry and send it out into the Internet "cloud".
Until next time.
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After I wrote the few sentences above, I continued with a great deal more. There were many wonderful insights. I drew from my experiences much wisdom to share with my readers. (Probably no one but myself.
When I first began using a desktop computer, about 1980, I was working with a program called Magic Wand. It was the only word processor available. Entering text required putting in a lot of special formating symbols. We had no hard drives then, but used 5 inch floppy disks. One night I began writing an article. I worked on it for hours. It was a very incisive and insightful piece about--well, I don't remember--but I'm sure it was one of the very best written articles of that year, from anyone. Then, about 2:00am, when I was just putting the finishing touches on it, the power went out.
Thus was the world was deprived of my wisdom. So it was with my last Japan post here.
Perhaps it will all percolate through my brain again and be spewed out upon this blog.
Meanwhile, I did return on Tuesday afternoon, about six hours before I left Tokyo. Well, that's the International Dateline for you. Don Sears returned with me but Tamayo stayed behind to spend another week with her family and especially with her mother who, while she did rally, probably will not continue for very long.
Arriving early at the Narita (Tokyo) airport, I was met by my niece, Mariko. Mariko was trained in college to be a computer person, but found dancing the Brazilian samba to be more to her liking. She eventually became a professional samba dancer. Like most artists, she also needed a "day job" and travels around Japan representing a distributor of a line of hypoallergenic cosmetics. In February though, she took a month off to visit Brazil and join a samba school there. Then she danced in the Carnival in Rio de Janeiro. This is a very competitive samba environment with amazing costumes and lots of special dance moves. Eventually I intend to post some of her photos, but I just wanted to complete this blog entry and send it out into the Internet "cloud".
Until next time.
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