Many years ago, in the summer of my youth, I designed an exercise and movement program for older adults. I even convinced Georgia Public television to film me leading the programs with the intention of broadcasting them as a series and selling them to Senior Centers. It was successful and it was gratifying. It also became popular. Continue reading “Use It or Lose It!”
It’s just as easy to do something right the first time. (Not true. The trick is to try again.)
It’s just as easy to marry a rich man as a poor man. (no comment.)
Let that be a lesson for you. (It usually was)
Don’t come crying to me when…( I rarely did, as I remember.)
If you can’t say something nice about anyone, don’t say anything.(Still think of his one.)
You’re so selfish. (OUch! hey I was a teen ager! but, Essentially correct.)
You’re capable of being right on top. A straight A student if you really tried. (I didn’t really care, nor did I really try.)
I bend over backwards for you and all I get is a kick in the pants. (I think she must have meant forward.)
Don’t wear dirty sneakers. ( I just ignored this mandate.) Along with, “Go upstairs and change your shoes!)
Mothers have eyes in the backs of their head. (I believed it!) (Still do.)
I put you on a pedestal and you knock yourself off. (so true, I didn’t like being on a damn pedestal.)
Waitressing: It’s not a job for a nice Jewish girl. (The answer I’d get when I asked to go to the Cape to waitress for the summer with a non-Jewish friend.)
OK, what are YOURS?
When I was a child, there was no question in my mind that I would become a dancer when I grew up. Unfortunately for my long term plans I developed asthma at age 13 and that made my tutu dreams impossible. What to do?
I made it back from Japan with a day to spare, in time for my granddaughter’s high school graduation.
We were all smiling happily and saying halleluyah once she had her diploma in hand. She’s wildly creative, perceptive, entrepreneurial and charming. She’s also more than a bit of a rebel, authority adverse, and has never seen the point of many things that most of us never bother to question. Bless her heart. I love her dearly, and I love her questioning. I know she has most essential ingredients to “make it” and lead a very interesting life.
I couldn’t help comparing the differences between our two generations. Who’d ever heard of a gap year in 1958?
(https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gap_year
When I mentioned a similar idea to my Mom, suggesting that it might be a good idea for me to take a year off from college to try and figure out what I wanted to do with my life, she acted as if I told her I wanted to run away with the circus. End of discussion.
Each year, the world wide obsession with (cherry blossoms) seems to increase. To be in Japan during this season is to experience a spectacle unlike any other. Its arrival throughout the country is calculated carefully by meteororologists, its likely bloom period examined, from buds to peak, to the emergence of leaves marking the end of the season. Its affect(effect?) on Japanese culture cannot be underestimated. It’s an immersive, communal, joyful, yet bittersweet experience. From specially designed foods and drinks, to store window displays, to accessories and clothing, you surrender to it while in Japan during Sakura season. It’s frothy and short-lived, but that only reinforces the sense of urgency to enjoy it while you have it, because it all will disappear within a few short weeks. It reminds us of the impermanence of life.
It quickly becomes party time in Japan as the blooms emerge and friends and colleagues gather together under the blossoms to sip sake and eat pink colored rice. The mood of the crowd is buoyant and contagious. Must be seen to be believed. Crowds of tourists, however, have made the more popular gathering spots decidedly less enjoyable for this visitor.
Sakura season is not unlike the sequence of Think Pink in the movie Funny Face, depicting a pink world , https://youtu.be/KX6TaA6IRkk. A good dose of Pink can brighten anyone’s day, as good as looking at the world through rose colored glasses, or at least through pink cellophane as I loved doing as a child through a lollipop wrapper.
Had enough cherry blossoms?
Enter the humble morning glory, a flower of summer, taken to new heights by the Japanese delight in them. I first knew I was going to love Japan, because during my first trip to Tokyo, I discovered the Morning Glory Festival.
Iriya Asagao Matsuri, held from July 6 to 8 every year, is the largest festival in Japan dedicated to morning glories. The 60 producers and 96 fair stalls that line Iriya Kishimojin—meaning Iriya’s goddess of childbirth and children, and the common name for Shingen-ji Temple—and Kototoi-dori Street attract as many as 400,000 people during the three-day period each year. (In Tokyo)
The morning glories of Iriya are said to have gained fame around the late Edo period. The flowers were initially cultivated in Okachimachi, and as times changed they switched hands to producers in Iriya. By the mid Meiji period, the Iriya breeds were so attractive that they became popular as decorative plants.
In their heyday, Iriya’s producers created some thousand varieties of morning glory through deliberate cross-pollination. The flowers momentarily vanished from Iriya in the Taisho period. And after the Second World War, a team of locals and the Shitaya Tourism Association revived the tradition and organized the Asagao Matsuri as we know it today.
Visitors to the three-day seasonal event are sure to experience the summer of Edo through the morning glories that have delighted natives of every generation, from Edokko to Tokyoites. Gotokyo.org.
Way back when, we woke up very early in the morning on our first day in Tokyo. Going back to sleep was not an option even though it was still dark. I was restless, eager to discover a new city. I’d read in a guide book that the Tsukiji Fish Market opened for business very early. Bingo. Something my husband might enjoy because the name fish was attached. An ideal destination. He gave me no resistance, even though it meant crossing the city. Little did I know that it was the time of Asagao Matsuri (Morning Glory Festival.)
As we approached the market, I noted small pots of deep blue morning glories along the sides of walkways. I think this was the moment I first fell in love with Japan.
I immediately decided that a country that sets aside a few days to honor a humble flower, must have something going for it!
I have since learned there’s history and art behind the crowning of the morning glory as an important summer flower. It was imported originally from China for the medicinal uses of the seeds. The Japanese were the first to grow if for decorative purposes. During the Edo period, it reached the height of popularity.
In this vivid display of rich blue and green against a gold-leaf background,Suzuki Kiitsu concentrated on the proliferation of the blossoms and leaves by omitting any indication of space or context. The exuberant outburst is carefully orchestrated into two movements: the blossoms on the right rise up from the ground, while those on the left cascade down as if supported by an unseen trellis.
Trained as a textile dyer, Kiitsu studied painting under Sakai Hōitsu (1761–1828), with whom he prepared an illustrated compendium of classic Rinpa art, One Hundred Paintings by Kōrin (Kōrin hyakuzu). Evident in these screens, especially in the brilliant decorative effects of thick mineral pigments on gold leaf, is the influence of both textile design and the Rinpa school. Heilbrunn Timeline of Art History
Here a more spare interpretation of morning glories by artist Tawaraya Sori, 17th C,
Needless to say, I came home and tried to grow some Japanese strains of morning glory, ordered online from seeds . They were pretty, but I obviously didn’t have the knack of it to go from pretty to breathtaking. I was lucky to get three blossoms the entire summer. A dismal record. This year I’m going to try again.
Each time I see a morning glory brings me back to the First Time I saw them celebrated and displayed in Japan and the feeling I had of Love at First Sight. There’s nothing as intoxicating as Young Love (nor any flower more beautiful than a morning glory!)
P.S.If you’re intrigued you can easily find sources for seeds online. Let me know how it works out for you1
