The Japanese Grandmother
We were always in awe
of our Japanese grandmother, so tiny and delicate in comparison to her great
clodhoppers of grandchildren who took after the Australian side of the family.
The only thing we inherited from her were our sloe black eyes.
To her grandchildren, she always remained an
enigma. "Tell us about where you came from?" we'd beg her.
"I came from Japan,"
she said, her black eyes smiling.
"But where in
Japan?" we'd cry, especially me, who had a greater interest than the others
in our family history. "We know grandfather's family here in Melbourne but
where is your Japanese family?"
She smiled mysteriously and fluttered a fan
made from rice paper in front of her face, using it like a mask as she gazed at
us over it, her eyes inscrutable in their darkness.
We tried to guess what
grandmother's life might have been in Japan. Had she been a princess or
highborn Japanese lady?
One of the younger
grandchildren was sure grandmother had been a fairy. We bigger ones scoffed,
sending her fleeing to grandmother for comfort.
"If you say I was a
fairy, then I must have been," grandmother said. "Look, little one."
Grandmother opened her fan with its exotic design. "See the crane
contemplating the tree. What is he thinking?"
"He wants to build a nest and lay some
eggs," my small cousin said, getting her genders mixed.
Grandmother folded the fan and placed it in my
cousin’s chubby hand. "For you, little one." Sixty years later, my
cousin still has it.
As we grew older, we queried grandmother's
history less, that is, all except me. I suppose it was why grandfather left me
the letter to be opened after my grandparents' deaths. He knew I would become
an historian.
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