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  • The Doll’s Festival

    The Doll’s Festival in Japan is for celebrating
    girls and they decorate old style dolls on
    stepped shelves. The festival I had when I was
    12 years old coincided with the day to know
    whether I passed or failed the entrance
    examination for the best private junior high
    school in the city. In Japan, each candidate is
    given an applicant number and a school
    releases the numbers of the passed ones on
    big boards put up in a school.
    After excruciating two years that I attended
    the supplementary private school for the exam
    additionally after finishing a whole day at the
    elementary school, I was reasonably confident.
    I went to see the announcement boards with
    my parents and my younger sister. It was a
    big day for my family, as the result would more
    or less decide my future.
    In front of the boards, I was astounded. My
    number wasn’t there. I failed. On our way
    home, we stopped at a bakery for cake for the
    Doll’s Festival. While my mother and my sister
    went in the bakery, I was waiting in the car
    with my father. It started to snow. I still can
    vividly picture those snowflakes falling and
    melting on the windshield. I had never felt so
    devastated before.
    In the evening, my mother took a bath with
    me and she wailed saying “I’m so
    disappointed!” again and again. Because I
    wasn’t used to seeing her crying, my despair
    turned fear. The fear that I made a fatal,
    catastrophic error. Since then, every year on
    the Doll’s Festival, I remember that year’s
    festival…

    Episode From An Old Tree in Kyoto /Hodemi Woods

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  • pick up my family’s ancestors

    In mid-August, Japanese people get a few
    days’ holiday for the ‘Bon’ Festival that is a
    Buddhist event to ease the suffering of their
    ancestors in the life after death. It’s believed
    that their ancestors’ spirits return to their
    home during ‘Bon’ and the family and relatives
    get together to hold a memorial service and
    have a feast.
    When I was little, I used to go to pick up my
    family’s ancestors with my grandmother at the
    beginning of the ‘Bon’ period. The pick-up spot
    was a small, ordinary vacant lot on the edge of
    the hamlet. Our neighbors would also pick up
    their ancestors there. At dusk, we lit incense
    sticks there and carried them home, on which
    smoke our ancestors were supposed to ride to
    our house. Once we arrived home, the incense
    sticks were put on the Buddhist altar, and that
    meant our ancestors came in there. We
    welcomed them with many plates of food on
    the altar.
    Although it had been an annual sacred event
    for my grandmother and me, it was stopped
    abruptly one year for good. When I asked what
    happened to the pick-up, my grandmother said
    that our ancestors had decided to come home
    by themselves from now on. In hindsight, I
    assume the real reason was because my
    grandmother’s bad leg had gotten worse and
    she became unwilling to walk to the pick-up
    spot, or simply the vacant lot was replaced
    with a new house and there was no pick-up
    spot available. But back then, it didn’t make
    sense even to a child that our ancestors
    suddenly considered their descendants’
    convenience and stopped requiring a pick-up.
    What about an old custom we had observed for
    a long time…?

    Episode From An Old Tree in Kyoto /Hodemi Woods

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  • still remains as a mystery

    In place of my parents who were busy working
    out in a field as farmers from dawn till late
    night, I was raised by my grandmother.
    Although I spent most of time at home with
    her, we had a quite distant relationship. She
    was rigid and quiet, and I had felt tense all the
    time. She was friendly to my younger sister
    but with me, she herself seemed strained. I
    was regarded as a successor of the family back
    then and she treated me like some sort of VIP.
    She didn’t accept idle talk and didn’t
    understand any joke. Whenever I was talking
    casually, she stopped what she was doing right
    away and fixed her eyes on me to listen.
    So, it was impossible to have relaxed
    conversation with her. Also, she was strict
    about manners and chided me for my way of
    eating, sitting at the table, or walking.
    Consequently, our mealtimes were silent.
    Sometimes, she would set my meal at the
    table perfectly and retreat to her room like a
    servant. She hardly talked about anything
    personal, and even when I asked, she just
    shrugged it off as if it was irrelevant. I had
    lived with her for over 20 years but I never
    knew her. Three years have passed since she
    passed away, and she still remains as a
    mystery to me…

    Episode From An Old Tree in Kyoto /Hodemi Woods

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