I don’t have many memories from that time. However, I remember my mother saying that she had to take me to the sugar beet fields with her. I can kind of remember those days when my sister and I were left under the shade of trees. Many of the sugar beet workers came from the...Continue reading
My grandmother, Connie (Kanako) Komori, is a nisei Japanese Canadian. When I come home to Kamloops for the summer, Connie always asks me how many dozens of jars of canning I can take with me when I go back to school. We pack up boxes of jars after sweating over the canner in the carport...Continue reading
My grandmother, Connie (Kanako) Komori, is a nisei Japanese Canadian who grew up in West Kelowna. Connie used to travel several hours north from our home in Kamloops to Valemount in the fall to pick matsutake. She walked in pine groves towards the hummocks that mushrooms make when they push their fleshy caps towards the...Continue reading
For many years, especially since retirement, I’ve made attempts to learn to speak Japanese and rekindle memories of listening and speaking with my mother. I knew I was missing something in my life I had to pursue. I enrolled in formal and informal language classes and acquired books on how to write hiragana. I had...Continue reading
