Kazuko

Mother Is Ninety-Six Or Ninety-Seven WeRe Not Sure And ThereS No One Around To Set Us Straight. The Reality Of Her Age Seems To Have Slipped Into The Dustbin Of Time. She Now Resides At The Active Life Shukugawa A Well-Run Nursing Home Outside Of Ashiya Japan. I Fl Y From Newark Three Or Four Times A Year Taking Turns With My Three Brothers Visiting.SheS Well Cared For Is Lively And As Reported By The Staff Is The Center Of The HomeS Social Life. She Sings A Lot. Unhappily She Is Confi Ned To A Wheelchair But This In No Way Puts A Pall On Her Good Spirits. When I Was Last There She Studied Me Carefully As I Entered Her Room And Said You Know You Look Just Like My Daughter.\ After A Pause She Reconsidered And Added \Please I Hope YouLl Not Be Offended But My Daughter Is Prettier.\Memory For Most Of Us Is More Like MotherS Than We Care Toacknowledge. Most Believe In The Facts Of Our Memory; What Weconjure Out Of Our Past Is Trustworthy. It Is Not. In Truth Memory Has No Conscience Is Devoid Of Chronology And Its Lapses And Confusions Are Not Necessarily A Condition Of Advanced Age. Early Childhood Memories Are Without Context. Flashing On Them Is Like Flipping Through An Old Photo Album The Snapshots Pasted In Pellmell. Tested Against Others Memories ItS Rashomon. In Recounting The Tale Of My Early Life In Japan I Will Allow MemoryS Caprice. I Could Not Do Otherwise.\