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The Story of One Tacoma Issei, Shuichi Fukui: Journalist, Historian, WWI Veteran
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As I’m writing this essay, I have moved between the despair I mentioned last month and the hope that I have for the future. My daughters went to their first protest march; my oldest daughter made her first call to a senator without being prompted or asked.
The Work and the Way Forward: A Tapestry of Post-Election Reactions from Seattle-Area Nikkei
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These last several weeks after this year’s presidential election, I have grieved for my community, one that is made up largely of people from a variety of marginalized and minority communities. Friends who are Asian Americans, African Americans, Latinos/as, Native Americans. Friends who are gay and lesbian and bisexual and …
Uncovering a “Lost” Japanese American Village in Bainbridge Island, Washington: A Behind the Scenes Interview with Archaeologist Floyd Aranyosi
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Readers here may already be familiar with the fascinating story of Yama and Nagaya, a Japanese sawmill village settlement on Bainbridge Island, Washington. From 1883 to the 1920s, Japanese pioneers created a village complete with houses, churches and temples, a grocery store, laundries, a hotel, and even a photo studio. …
Handmade In Camp: A Museum Pays Tribute to Nikkei History in Auburn, Washington
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Cherry blossoms made out of tiny white shells. A handcarved wooden vase. A Japanese doll in kimono.
Tacoma’s Nihonmachi Is in the Heart
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“What are you working on now?” my hairdresser asks me. We’ve seen each other for years, and she knows about my writing projects.
For the Sake of the Ancestors and the Children: The “Small But Mighty” Work of the Camp Harmony Committee
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Every September, thousands of people “do the Puyallup.” For Washington State residents it’s an opportunity to visit the State Fairgrounds, ride the rollercoasters, listen to concerts, and eat scones with raspberry jam.
A New Gateway to the Past: The Seward Park Torii Project in Seattle
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A Southern friend of mine once told me that she moved to the West Coast because it was a place of destiny-making, a place where one could begin anew. But one of the first questions that she asked was, “Where do you all keep your history? Where is your Williamsburg?” …