Story of the principal
My guidepost
2011-04-13
I answered the interview of a certain newspaper reporter and remembered mother incidentally the other day. Mother would suffer from pneumonia early in the morning now approximately ten years ago and died at 12:00 at the midnight on the day. It was 92 years old. The words that said to cry even if who is similar in the way that the older brother of the chief mourner dies saying "a child was a filial person" remain in the ear.
Parents of father hide, and I am from Dezu (shittsu) Kurosaki that is famous for a Christian, and my family hears it when the parents of mother were the first believers in the days of the days of creation of the string difference (they let you make restrictions) church of Hirato. My father and mother lose a spouse early, and they meet you at the Miuramachi church which was in Sasebo of Nagasaki, and they are married to two people. It is a story during war (the Pacific War).
In born believers, I long for the best gorgeous kimono being helped put on than I participate in what kind of other events, and having gone in a church on every Sunday. I lived to a sixth grader with mother with such a father together. I live only at the time of rest together afterwards in dormitory life.
In the memory with parents until such 12 years old, there is a memory to glisten conspicuously. It is only the vague memory that was an event on Saturday of elementary school two years or the spring vacation of the third grader or the weekend. But I remember that it took place clearly.
The police officer of the police box came over to the house on a previous day and spoke something and returned. I talked in two people after the dinner after father came home. I remember that I talked in a low voice considerably seriously although being dim. When I talked, he/she gave children nothing.
On the next day, it was the rain which it was pouring. Mother said, "you helped what the towel provided because a lot of visitors came for today's lunch and because I was drenched, and send it" towards me. I began to provide the towel which mother washed it and dried and the towel which still entered the vinyl in large quantities and did a help to take off vinyl, and to put in the basket.
Of people passing the side of the house after 10:00 I felt. I heard the sound that metal dug soil with a sound and the scoop equal to the stone, a voice to give it an order to start clearly in a few minutes.
When look at the face of mother; "the stone wall which there was because of rain around a grave of the day before yesterday collapsed yesterday, and a bone buried in the grave from there appeared. So it was that the convict approximately 20 came from the prison and repaired the stone wall when I talked with the police. Though it was said that one step did not be over worry from a house, he/she told you saying I decided to have you talked with father and eat a lunch in a house if rainy.
People of the big body in the gray clothes which became soaked put on the hat with the badge because of rain and they were led by people who touched a raincoat and entered at the entrance of my home. It became full of people in a house in no time. Mother handed a towel to each one and had you handed the kettle that hot tea was ready and eat a lunch.
Though the family was the topic and swelled at time of the dinner on the day, there were never the words to criticize what mother did. It was the event that was uneasy by the danger that was not thought about in the everyday life. However, mother did not discriminate against a person. I still remember mother. It is serene, and the figure which there should be as the person of Christ feels like there having been it in a mother who did that I can do it as hard as possible. It seemed to make oneself present.
In born believers, I long for the best gorgeous kimono being helped put on than I participate in what kind of other events, and having gone in a church on every Sunday. I lived to a sixth grader with mother with such a father together. I live only at the time of rest together afterwards in dormitory life.
In the memory with parents until such 12 years old, there is a memory to glisten conspicuously. It is only the vague memory that was an event on Saturday of elementary school two years or the spring vacation of the third grader or the weekend. But I remember that it took place clearly.
The police officer of the police box came over to the house on a previous day and spoke something and returned. I talked in two people after the dinner after father came home. I remember that I talked in a low voice considerably seriously although being dim. When I talked, he/she gave children nothing.
On the next day, it was the rain which it was pouring. Mother said, "you helped what the towel provided because a lot of visitors came for today's lunch and because I was drenched, and send it" towards me. I began to provide the towel which mother washed it and dried and the towel which still entered the vinyl in large quantities and did a help to take off vinyl, and to put in the basket.
Of people passing the side of the house after 10:00 I felt. I heard the sound that metal dug soil with a sound and the scoop equal to the stone, a voice to give it an order to start clearly in a few minutes.
When look at the face of mother; "the stone wall which there was because of rain around a grave of the day before yesterday collapsed yesterday, and a bone buried in the grave from there appeared. So it was that the convict approximately 20 came from the prison and repaired the stone wall when I talked with the police. Though it was said that one step did not be over worry from a house, he/she told you saying I decided to have you talked with father and eat a lunch in a house if rainy.
People of the big body in the gray clothes which became soaked put on the hat with the badge because of rain and they were led by people who touched a raincoat and entered at the entrance of my home. It became full of people in a house in no time. Mother handed a towel to each one and had you handed the kettle that hot tea was ready and eat a lunch.
Though the family was the topic and swelled at time of the dinner on the day, there were never the words to criticize what mother did. It was the event that was uneasy by the danger that was not thought about in the everyday life. However, mother did not discriminate against a person. I still remember mother. It is serene, and the figure which there should be as the person of Christ feels like there having been it in a mother who did that I can do it as hard as possible. It seemed to make oneself present.
Principal Michiharu Yamaguchi