A Guided Tour in Tokyo

After our cruise ended

The trip to Yokohama was a smooth one. My flight from Narita Airport did not leave until 9 p.m. so I signed up for a tour of Tokyo.  Our guide had studied at Boulder University in Colorado and was fluent in English.  We passed Haneda Airport and made our first stop at the largest Shinto shrine in Tokyo, the Meiji Shrine. We learned that the emperor and empress were much revered by the people and there were many beautiful trees planted to honor the emperor.  There was also a car that was parked in the shrine ready to be blessed.

On the way to Asakusa Temple, we went down Omotesando Street where there are many high end shops.  Our guide mentioned that there are three Hawaiian pancake restaurants in the area and there are always long lines.  The tour was a wonderful way to bid farewell to an awesome country.

Valley of Fire

Valley of Fire, March 12, 2019

I went on a bus tour of the Valley of Fire, the first state park in Nevada, and had an amazing time.  We had an experienced and enthusiastic tour guide, Sally, who made our trip enjoyable.  On the way to the Valley of Fire, she explained that she moved to Las Vegas in 1966 from England and has dual citizenship.  On a recent solo car trip from Las Vegas starting at 6:00 a.m. to Los Angeles, she decided to count the number of 18-wheelers going into Las Vegas, and counted over 900!  It was visual proof that just about everything is brought in from somewhere else.  She said that most people assume that palm trees naturally grow in the Las Vegas Valley, but they are in fact brought in from California or Arizona at a cost of about $5,000 each.  Casinos along Las Vegas Boulevard paid over $11 million to have palm trees planted along the Strip.

We learned that Las Vegas has pig and shrimp farms.  Las Vegas leads the nation in shrimp consumption and its residents and visitors consume 22 million pounds annually.

Sally likes the Paiute Indian tribes because they respect their women for keeping their civilization going.  They are a gentle people who have an enormous amount of knowledge about the medicinal value of desert plants.

After we entered the park, we saw erosion and the effects of wind, rain, and violent weather over millions of years that have produced unusual sandstone formations and beautiful colors.  We stopped for photo ops at the Beehives, Elephant Rock, Seven Sisters, and Mouse’s Tank.  We saw ancient petroglyphs.  At the Visitor’s Center, I snapped a picture of a petrified log.

Sally pointed out the creosote bushes that can keep neighboring bushes stunted by using their highly effective root system to draw water for their own survival.  She pointed out galls in trees, black round balls that are home to ants.  We learned that mistletoe plants kill their host trees and saw many examples.

As we ate lunch, two desert squirrels scurried alongside our picnic area, and two ravens eyed our food from the top of a large rock.  We didn’t see any tortoises, but Sally admonished us not to pick them up and move them across the road because they will be traumatized and disoriented.  Their defense mechanism will kick in and release the contents of their bladder and possibly cause them to die in drought conditions.

Sally pointed out the mountain area which shields Area 51, its existence long denied by the government.  She told us that employees drive their cars to work, but higher level personnel are flown in by Janet airlines in unbranded planes that are white with a red stripe.  She told us that Janet unofficially means “Just Another Non Existent Terminal.”

We witnessed magical and alien terrain, the power of nature, and beautiful and unique formations millions of years in the making.  It was cloudy most of the day, but blue skies appeared toward the end of our tour.  Sally and her competent driver brought the sunshine with them and gave us a spectacular day.

Black Canyon River Float Tour

Hoover Dam, a brief history.  Herbert C. Hoover, our 31st president, approved the funding of the construction of the dam, then known as the Boulder Canyon Project.  The goal was to build a dam across the Colorado River on the Nevada-Arizona border to harness the power of the river to generate electricity, fairly distribute water to several southwestern states, and to fuel the economic growth of a burgeoning southern California.  In the process, Lake Mead, the world’s largest man-made reservoir, was created. 

No one company could come up with the $5 million bond required to bid for the contract and six companies subsequently joined together to form Six Companies, Inc., in order to combine their resources and they were awarded the contract.  Concrete contractors realized that if they used traditional methods for pouring and curing concrete, it would take 125 years to cure.  They used 600 miles of thin steel pipes and wove them into the concrete and circulated ice water from a refrigeration plant to cool the concrete.   After the pipes were used, they were filled with concrete and made the dam even stronger. 

The dam was built during the Great Depression and gave jobs to thousands of unemployed men.   An entire city, Boulder City, was built to house the workers.  The early days of the project had many workers in makeshift shanty towns made of tents and cardboard boxes, and a strike occurred in August of 1931 to protest dangerous working conditions and poor housing.  In the summer months, workers endured 120 degree heat and 140 degree heat in the diversion tunnels with exposure to carbon monoxide from the machinery.  The workers demanded adherence to safety laws, better lighting, and availability of water.  Unfortunately, there was sweeping unemployment in the country and the workers did not have any leverage against their employers, and the strike ended after six days.  The Six Companies did expedite the construction of housing and added some safety measures.  Casinos were outlawed in Boulder City and workers were paid with special coins that could only be used in Boulder City to discourage workers from going to casinos in Las Vegas.  The last bucket of concrete was placed in the dam on May 29, 1935 and Hoover Dam officially opened in 1936.

The Black Canyon River Float Tour.  The Sun City Community Association offered a tour of Black Canyon on a river float raft for $125 that included transportation by bus, shuttle bus to the launch, a three-hour river rafting adventure and a box lunch.  It was well worth the money for learning about the fascinating features of Black Canyon, named for the black volcanic rocks strewn about the canyon.

The Hoover Dam bypass bridge was interesting because of its magnitude.  It was the first concrete-steel composition bridge in the United States and includes the longest concrete arch in the Western Hemisphere.  It was named the Mike O’Callaghan-Pat Tillman Memorial Bridge and opened in 2010.  Mike O’Callaghan was the governor of Nevada from 1971-1979.  Pat Tillman gave up his career with the Arizona Cardinals and enlisted in the U.S. Army after the 9/11 attacks.  He was killed in Afghanistan by friendly fire in 2004 at the age of 27.

Our guide, Reid, was experienced and knowledgeable about the terrain and history of the area.  He asked kayakers how they were doing as we passed them and had radio communication in case help was needed.  During the tour, he pointed out turkey vultures flying about and told us to “look alive!” as vultures like dead animals.  We saw turtles not native to the canyon, which meant that humans let loose their pet turtles and they survived.  The only palm tree that is native to the area is the fan palm but we saw a grove of small palms of a different species that was probably started by a bird dropping a seed on fertile soil. 

Reid pointed out red cacti that hold quite a bit of water, but he said you’d have to get through the thorns, the skin, and then mash the pulp in order to taste the moisture that would probably make you sick.  He also pointed out rocks that flew across the river in violent periods of geologic events.  We saw waterfalls, quiet coves, and unusual formations that told their own stories.  We also saw an unconformity rock up close that reflected a missing interval of a geological period. 

Reid did an outstanding job in maneuvering the raft and giving us an informative narrative.   We were soaking wet from the splashes from the river but back home in dry clothes, I’m sure everyone understood the breathless magnificence of the Hoover Dam, the triumphant taming of the Colorado River, and the pleasures the river brings to visitors from all over the world. 

Pizza, Lava Cake in a Mug

Easy Microwave Recipe

I’ve been worried and heartbroken about my son and daughter-in-law’s divorce.  I visit once a month but often see their children, ages 4 and 9, eating crackers, Oreo cookies, and french fries.  They often pick up fast food from local restaurants that don’t include fruits or vegetables.  Well, I learned that some college students have been making meals in mugs and cooking them in their dorm microwave oven.  I’ve done the research and am now testing recipes.  If I could teach my granddaughter how to put the inredients together and cook them in the microwave, their nutrition will improve dramatically.  I’ve been experimenting with a recipe for pizza and one for lava cake (my granddaughter’s favorite dessert which can easily add $10 to the final restaurant bill).

I tweaked the following pizza recipe by using ketchup instead of marinara sauce as it only needs one tablespoon and I know they have ketchup.   I’m not sure if they always have milk in the fridge and the recipe calls for one tablespoon of milk, so I’m assembling a kit that includes powdered Saco buttermilk blend.  While I’m at the house, I’ll put together small bags of shredded Mozzarella cheese and pepperoni slices so she can easily put the ingredients together or use as a topping on a baked potato or even toast.  Better than crackers.

 Pizza in a Mug

4 Tbsp. all-purpose flour

A pinch of baking powder, baking soda, and salt (she has small hands so I’ll tell her to use about half of a 1/4 teaspoon measure)

1 tsp. SACO buttermilk blend

3 Tbsp. water

1 Tbsp. olive oil

1 Tbsp. ketchup

1 Tbsp. shredded mozzarella cheese

5 mini pepperoni (I cut up larger slices)

1/2 tsp. Italian seasoning

In a bowl, mix the dry ingredients.  Add water and oil and stir.  Transfer to a microwave safe mug.  Spoon on ketchup and spread it around the top of the batter.  Sprinkle on the cheese, pepperoni, and dried herbs.  Microwave for about 2 minutes.

If the kids have fun with this meal, I’ll package the dry ingredients in small plastic bags to simplify the recipe even more.

Lava Cake 

I looked at some recipes on the internet, but this one has only five ingredients and again, I substituted the buttermilk blend for the milk.  Add a dollop of vanilla ice cream at the end and the kids will think they are in chocolate heaven!

1/4 tsp. baking powder

4 Tbsp. flour

1 tsp. Saco buttermilk blend

2 Tbsp. water

2 overflowing Tbsp. of chocolate hazelnut spread (recipe calls for 4 Tbsp.)

Microwave for one minute or less depending on your microwave.  Let it cool a tad before digging in.

 

Food Cures

 Bitter Melon

From time to time, I come across articles about health and fitness that might help me with my Type 2 diabetes.  I read a glowing article about the benefits of eating bitter melon but couldn’t find it at Whole Foods or Smith’s.  Finally, I found it at a Korean grocery store .  Now, I want to try several recipes until I find one that is palatable. (I  don’t like bitter, and I suspect the secret will be in the sauce.)

  I’ve blanched the sliced pieces and put them in a freezer bag so I can try out some recipes when time permits.  I do have bitter melon capsules, but I’m trying to simplify my pill box.

I found a recipe for a basic stir fry sauce with soy sauce, water, cornstarch, and honey.  Grated ginger and minced garlic were suggested but I only had garlic salt so I added a bit of that.  Eating bitter melon is an acquired taste, but well worth it for its many health benefits.  I made beef and bitter melon a couple of days ago and today made a dish with leftover chicken.  I liked both dishes!

 

 

 

Revisiting 2013 Trip to Japan

Meeting my Relatives in Japan

I looked up my notes from my trip in 2013 to plan a trip to Japan in the spring of 2020 before the Summer Olympics.  I look forward to experiencing the millions that the Japanese government is spending on infrastructure and improvements that will make for a more tourist-friendly experience.  Hexagon-shaped stop signs are being installed to replace the triangle-shaped signs that say tomare.  Tourist maps are being reprinted and symbols replaced.  English names are being added to Japanese street signs in many of the larger cities.

I stayed at the Wing Hotel International in Miyakonojo with my Texan cousin from March 28 through April 2.  We had only met each other once or twice in our childhood and neither of us spoke Japanese, although I understood quite a bit of conversational Japanese.  We wanted to meet our aunt, but by then she had dementia and didn’t recognize us.  We met our five cousins and managed to communicate through iPhone translations, the computer and charades.  We talked about Miyazaki beef and Nobutaka, my cousin Yuriko’s husband, typed in beef in Japanese on his iPhone and it came back “two mouths”.  My cousin, Mary Ann, then imitated a cow with horns.  It was hilarious and obvious she knew cows!  We learned about their jobs and their families.  They couldn’t have been more hospitable and endearing.  The cherry blossoms were in full bloom and everywhere we went, the backdrop consisted of gentle shades of pink.  I asked about cherry blossom tea and the next day Nobutaka’s sister presented me with a small gift tin of the tea.  My cousin had asked about a sake she had tasted before and sure enough, it had been purchased and presented to her the next day.

I met my two cousins in Hiroshima and had an unforgettable experience at Miyajima Island.  Tamami had been a piano teacher and her brother,  an architect.

I had been to Japan in around 1974 with my ex-husband.  I wasn’t very observant then as I had two young sons in tow and mostly remember the narrow streets in Himeji, the wonderful aroma of yakisoba and oden coming from food vendors, and a public bath we went to with his family.  Now 40 years later, I wanted to say thank you to my former in-laws in Himeji.  We met at the train station and they took me to see Himeji Castle, a wonderful place being reconstructed.  We had lunch at a department store and we separated on pleasant terms.  When they visit San Francisco where my ex-husband now lives,  I hope I will be able to see them again.

I saw many places of interest, but realized that I am blessed with all the people I met who are my family.

“Tokyo Story” (1953)

Learning from “Tokyo Story”

In this movie, an old couple decide to travel from Onomiya to Tokyo to visit their adult children.  Once there, they are not welcomed with joy but as if they are disruptive and intrusive of the family routine.

They discover that their son, a pediatrician, is not as distinguished as they had imagined.  Their daughter-in-law is a beautician and complains to her husband that it is a waste of money to buy desserts upon their arrival.  They send the parents to a resort but the parents cannot sleep because of the late night activities.  The widow of their son is the only person who shows them any kindness and takes a day off from work to show them around.

Roger Ebert had many accolades about this movie from the story, universal themes, and technical skill of the producer.  I discovered that as many things that are unusual to westerners about Japanese customs and perspective, the way we view family dynamics, aging, and daily living are the same.

Graphoanalysis

The Felon’s Claw

I became interested in handwriting analysis in the late 1980s and took a correspondence course offered by the International Graphoanalysis Society.  I still look at handwriting in cards and letters and notice signatures but don’t mention my hobby because it might discourage people from sending cards and letters.

The felon’s claw is of particular interest because someone examined numerous handwriting samples of prisoners and noticed a prevalence of the formation of letters such as y and g that ended the stroke with a claw-like ending.  Those who write with this formation may not be criminals but have a need to feel guilty.  It is possible that in their childhood, they were punished for doing something wrong and now unconsciously feel guilty.

Search for “felons claw handwriting” and you’ll find many images.

Abandonment

California Girls State

My teachers at Manual Arts High School voted me to represent the school at California Girls State.  It was exciting for me and great fun as well as educational.    I remember experiencing the dorm life at Davis University and touring the State Capitol.  We had a wonderful advisor who told us that everyone wants to run for president but if we wanted our group to be represented, we should pick other positions as well.  I ran for State Superindent of Schools and won!

My mother had asked my uncle to drive me to the Greyhound bus station in Culver City and I remember him saying he wouldn’t be able to pick me up to go home but it didn’t really register with me.  When we returned from our trip, everyone got off the bus to waiting arms and big hugs from mothers, fathers, and families.  I remember all the happy voices and although I didn’t see this one reunion, a mother’s voice said,  “Welcome home, we missed you.”  Her voice was strong and loving and I was bewildered because there was no one waiting for me.  I had to act quickly to approach a girl I knew to go to a relatively nearby school, Jordan High School.  I asked her if she could ask her parents to give me a ride home.  Fortunately, they agreed without asking me any questions.

Many years later when I had retired from teaching, I worked as a volunteer docent at the Japanese American National Museum in Los Angeles.  I learned about the hardships suffered by the Japanese Americans during and after WWII.  My parents were always at odds with each other and separated during the time I was in high school.  I realized that it took courage for my mother to ask her brother-in-law to give me a ride and a tremendous sacrifice to give up a week’s pay so she could stay with my little brother and I could go on a trip to Sacramento.

To this day, I am occasionally visited by voice that says, “Welcome home, we missed you.”