Afternoon with Oto-osan

1/25/09

On a sunny afternoon, Oto-osan and I set out on a bicycle trip around Zushi town.

First we headed for lunch at a small ramen shop. The shop was housed in a thin yellow duplex, with floors as large as 2-3 bedrooms back-to-back. The ramen shop area was just large enough to fit a stove, room to stand and cook, a table and four chairs, tightly. Japanese style: no space wasted.

Oto-osan and I waited outside for 40 minutes, before entering. (Later, Oka-asan laughed loud and said that he was crazy for waiting so long for a simple ramen shop, but I didn’t mind. I was with Oto-osan and there was peace.)

As we entered, we were greeted by an old thin man with glasses, a small white cap and a wide smile and his daughter: a roundish woman with glasses, long tied-back hair and an expressionless face. Oto-osan told me that they slept (with possibly other members of the family) on the second floor and used the ramen kitchen to cook their own food. They cooked up some tasty ramen and we ate.

Next we rode onto Nagoye bamboo forest. Such is the place where Oto-osan volunteers once or twice a week.
He told me that the entire forest (about the size of two Olympic sized swimming pools) was in fact one tree, with all roots connected underground. One shoot takes only three months to grow to a full size of almost 50 feet. Preservation work (cutting down old shoots to give room and nutrition for new shoots to grow) greatly extends the life of a forest. For example, there is a forest in Kamakura that has been preserved for over 500 years.

Oto-osan showed me the bamboo club’s workshop, where they take cut-down shoots to make fences and various crafts. He gave me a bamboo cup and we headed out of the forest and up a hill to a sunlit tiered garden.

Once inside the garden, we saw an old blooming plum blossom, or ume, aglow in distant sunlight.
Ume blooms small white, yellow or pink flowers in the winter. As where cherry blossoms, or sakura, are in bloom for one week, ume flowers for one month. Its sweet-smelling flowers attract many kinds of birds and insects.

We asked a gardener for permission and headed over to the relatively large and sprawling ume. We stood in admiration for sometime, when mejiro (a small, roundish and light green jacketed bird with white circles around its eyes and a grey breast) flew to the other side of the tree.

Oto-osan told me that when he was in 4th grade, he caught mejiro with a net and kept it in a bamboo basket for one year. He fed it rice and flowers and let it go with its health.

We sat and watched the green and white contrast glow in the sun, as mejiro jumped from branch to branch, flower to flower, coming closer and closer to Oto-osan and me. It came as close as seven feet, feeding for some time, and then we decided to walk off. When we had walked 20 feet from the tree, mejiro, flew away.

We got back on the bikes and rode into town. First, we stopped at Zushi Plaza, where there was a shodo exhibit. Local calligraphers were displaying there work to the public and congregating.　　
Oto-osan showed two of my recent works to the group. They were surprised that a gaijin, or foreigner, could write with balance. A calligraphy teacher with radiant brownish eyes and some English conversation ability asked for the work. He said he wanted to inspire his students, displaying how one can rise many levels in six months. By the grace of G-d. May it continue.

We stayed for some time until I realized that it was getting late. The sun was just about to set at Zushi beach!

Oto-osan lead us there. He rode at a frantic pace. I could hardly keep up. We went down a main street, along a river and through some thin side streets and arrived at the beach. I was anxious, but we arrived just in time. The sky was clear and the sun set lined an orange glow just above the horizon.

After, we headed home. Oka-asan, Kaori-san and Asahi were waiting for dinner.