Wednesday, March 2, 2011
The Turtle and The Mountain
I ventured off my usual course while walking Willow today. I recalled a street in my neighborhood where there were a number of houses that time stood still, a kind of authentic Old School way of beingness. I made that word up because it just fits the visual and the essence of one of my neighbors, Mr. Kameyama. He shares that Kame means turtle and Yama means mountain.
Sr. Kameyama arrived on mainland Hawaii in the later part of the eighteenth century from Japan and ultimately moved Concord California where the Sr. Kameyama was employed by wealthy landowners.
My neighbor Mr. Kameyama grew up in special quarters for hired help with his own daily responsibilities.
He told me that he would help with the breakfast in the mornings by milking the cows and gathering the eggs.
Today he laments he has little time for the garden since his wife passed away last October. They were married 66 years. The couple moved to his home in Jefferson Park in 1948 from Concord California.
No doubt he will share more of his life with me on future walks. I look forward to it.
A sturdy man of 93, Mr. Kameyama walks three miles a day, changing routes on certain days.
He says he looks forward to visits from his grandson who cheers him up!
You never know when you wake up each day what's going to happen that will change your perspective in a good way.
Mr. Kameyama shows me another layer of the wonders of culture and human nature, right here in my own neighborhood! Oh, he thought Willow as pretty cool, he thought she was a Beagle, I shared that she is a Tri-colored Coon Hound.