The photo is my grandmother, my mother’s mother. It was probably taken around 1918 in Takasaki. I know the address. I made a visit there a few times when I was very young. I went into the last remaining okura, an old-style, thick walled storage structure, where the family used to keep silk. Last week, I gathered all the public records about my grandfather and mother. So next week or so, I plan to travel to Takasaki and Tatebayashi to find answers to a few of my questions.
The last message from my editor of Eye-Ai Magazine is that my memoir will be published starting March 2009. Thank you for your patience, Karen. I started the story as nonfiction, but it became a fiction later. Eventually I cut out half of 275 pages, changed the order, then added more, and called it memoir. And I am still editing. In the beginning, I tried to write about my mother, but kept writing about myself. Then, more and more I tried to focus on my mother, the writing led to my grandmother on the photo and her mother. Until I wrote this story, I thought she died from a common cold. How stupid I was.
By the end of 2008, I intend to finish up one more editing of this memoir in both languages. My resolution for next year is no more editing! But without editing, I might lose my personality.