I’m converting this blog into a documentation of my personal journey to rediscover my family’s history — MY HISTORY — and make it relevant for me here and now.
My journey began with the Manzanar “Beyond the Barbed Wire” story, but it’s far from over. This summer, I am (at least as far as I know right now) slated to go to Yamagata, Japan for a volunteer English teaching program. Of course ultimately I want to finally visit Japan for the first time (not counting when I was a year old), but my ulterior motive is to see what life is like in the country where so many of my relatives used to live, and a few still do.
I was originally planning on waiting to start my blog until the week or so leading up to my flight out of Denver en route to Japan. However after my experience this weekend, specifically this afternoon, I feel the time to begin is now.
Lately there has been some doubt as to whether or not I will even be going to Yamagata as originally planned. I have hotel reservations, flight information, and the works already laid out, so getting there won’t be a problem. But after today, I’ve decided that even if I am not to go to Yamagata, I will for 100% sure be going to Japan.
I went to my grandparents house today in Aurora, to show my grandma some nifty little pouches my mom makes and is selling (if you’re interesting, buy from me!) and ended up talking with my grandpa about Japan and my trip.
Last night they gave me Japanese Yen for my birthday, as an incentive to not spend any of it before my trip. While in their backyard, they pulled out an entire pocketbook filled with Yen, enough to essentially get me through my entire trip.

My grandpa sits on a bench next to his Koi pond in the backyard of his house, over a year ago (3/3/08)
My grandpa had one request for me, though. Because he recently had surgery, he now is hooked up to an oxygen machine and it pains him to do the simplest tasks gardening in his backyard. He struggled to plant seeds in his garden and refill the water bucket beside the soil while I watched.
His request was that, if I were to spend any time in Tokyo (which I will be) that I contact his sister-in-law, Yukie, and ask her to take me to his brother’s grave to place flowers at. His request was, essentially, a way of admitting that he didn’t think he was ever going to be able to go to Japan again. It felt like a last wish.
He also asked that if I visit Hiroshima that I lay flowers at the graves of his generation of family, his father and mother, etc.
He said how proud he was his grandson was finally going to Japan.
And I cried for nearly an hour during my drive back to Fort Collins.
Yamagata or no Yamagata, volunteer program or no volunteer program, I am now determined hellbent on making it to Japan this summer. Time is so precious a commodity, I feel terrible and scared that I may be far away in Japan when/if my grandpa’s time comes (knock on wood). But yet I know that I have to do this for him, I have to fulfill his wish because I will never be able to forgive myself if I allow this matter to go unsettled.
これはおじいちゃんのために。これはすべての家族のために。
Japan here I come.
- B.I. 岩本龍夫
Japanese Word of the Day
家族 (Kazoku)
“Family”