Kiyo was allowed to leave internment in the fall to go to Hillsdale College. Every free space in her schedule is filled with a job to help pay her tuition. After the war is over, the family returns to their farm, beginning the arduous process of rebuilding and replanting.
It’s been a while since I’ve stayed up into the single digit hours reading a book I Could Not Put Down. The writing is good, but not cracking good. The graphics and layout of the book have a feel of self-publishing. The cover doesn’t call out, “Read me. Read me. Read me.” But the story carries all the baggage and propels you through the pages.
I can’t help but love Tochan (Japanese for father) and Mama, the strong, hard-working, long-suffering parents whose daily graces and passions infuse their family with love and devotion. Tochan loved books, plants, music (he began violin lessons while he was interned), his children. Mama loved cleanliness, working, making food for her family, nurturing her children. Kiyo, a youthful 85 year old, writes with the fidelity and love of a very thankful daughter. Her words remind me of George Dawson in Life is So Good who remarked that if he could give anyone in the world this gift, he would give him the experience of having his (George’s) father as his own.
Thank you, dear Rachel, for giving me this book.