One can not help but to reflect deeply upon the extraordinary durability of an innocent girl—Yasuda Eiko, this author’s beloved Mother-in-law—entry into Earth’s atmosphere—September 18, 1939.
A truly merciless beginning to say the least, during Ms. Yasuda’s toddlerhood, her city was incinerated by the American war machine, using a brand new instrument of subjugation and death; napalm—developed in a secret laboratory at Harvard University in 1942.
Over 40,000 tons of napalm incendiary devices were rained upon all major Japanese cities, and this particular instrument of death and destruction was specifically designed to destroy Japanese civilian houses in the failed attempt to annihilate the entire Japanese civilised foundation.
The Pacific Crusades are reflected in the immortal words of the All American Death Merchant Curtis LeMay.
—“Killing Japanese never bothered me”—
—“If we’d lost the war, we’d all have been prosecuted as war criminals”—
These statement continue to reflect the true nature of the Western Industrial Military Complex—their maniacal philosophy of destruction and carnage of other ways of life and civilization continues unabated as the depraved warmongers stated objective—now officially declared—FreeDumb & Demagoguery.
Ms. Yasuda was just 5 years-old when Mother Earth experienced the world’s first nuclear holocaust perpetrated by the GHQ upon Japanese civilians, thereby eventually subduing the frisky transitional Japanese nation in that particular epoch of Hardcore History.
Ms. Yasuda was so very fortunate to see her father once again upon his return from the Pacific Crusade—having dodged the proverbial bullet—the gentle soul of Yasuda Eiji—also a victim of circumstance of that day.
Fortunately for the young Ms. Yasuda, the resilience of her family shone brightly, their family rebuilding to such a degree they were able to send their only daughter to matriculate at the Showa Women’s University, a rare event in light of the situation of that day.
Graduating in 1962—a year before the author of this article entered Earth’s atmosphere in ’63—she obtain a degree in Japanese literature—thus dignifying the apt moniker—Bungaku Mama.
A highly literate woman full of warmth and knowledge, she received lectures from some of the literary luminaries of the time.
Receiving inspirational guidance from such towering Japanese literary figures such as Ishimori Nobuo, renowned for Kotan no Kuchibue, and the likes of Kusano Shinpei, a seminal poet who was also recognized for distinguished service to the culture of Japan.
Not only is her comprehension of Japanese language extensive, she is also a highly skilled mahjong player—meeting weekly with her girlfriends who are also soul-mates—living a full vibrant life in the suburbs of Yokohama—83 years-young, spirited, and spry.
One has always been a huge fan of pithy drivel and banal platitudes—thus, the following age-old adage rings daily so ever true:
—when the student is ready the teacher appears—
This wayward boy is so highly honoured to have been chosen for this unprecedented opportunity to receive Enlightenment Events at the knee of the congenial, and oh so powerful Bungaku Mama—internalizing her nuggets of wisdom—while receiving personal lectures from some of the greatest Japanese literary figures—via Bungaku Mama tutelage—in a second generational kind of way.
The following recording contains the firsthand account of Bungaku Mama’s father’s return from war, the food situation during the war, and her personal encounter with Crown Princess Michiko.