Crônicas Nikkeis #4 — Família Nikkei: Memórias, Tradições e Valores

Os papéis e tradições nas famílias nikkeis são únicos porque evoluíram ao longo de muitas gerações, tendo como base variadas experiências sociais, políticas e culturais nos países para onde migraram.

O Descubra Nikkei coletou histórias do mundo todo relacionadas com o tema Família Nikkei, incluindo histórias que contam como sua família influencia quem você é e que nos permitem compreender suas perspectivas sobre o que é família. Essa série apresenta essas histórias.

Para essa série, solicitamos que o nosso Nima-kai votasse e que nossa comissão editorial escolhesse suas favoritas.

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Confira estas outras séries de Crônicas Nikkeis:

#1: ITADAKIMASU! Um Gostinho da Cultura Nikkei 
#2: Nikkei+ ~Histórias sobre Idiomas, Tradições, Gerações & Raças Miscigenadas~
#3: Nomes Nikkeis: Taro, John, Juan, João?  
#5: Nikkei-go: O Idioma da Família, Comunidade e Cultura  
#6: Itadakimasu 2! Um Novo Gostinho da Cultura Nikkei
#7: Raízes Nikkeis: Mergulhando no Nosso Patrimônio Cultural

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Discovering a Family Connection in JANM's Collection

Jack Yamasaki, my father’s uncle, is someone I only have the faintest memories of seeing on occasion and visiting during holidays. I always knew he was an artist though, because I’ve been surrounded by his artwork my entire life—drawings and paintings by “Uncle Jack” have always hung on the walls of my parents’ and grandmother’s homes. Looking back, his artwork was probably my earliest exposure to art as a child.

A few decades later, I find myself fortunate enough to have studied art and to have worked in museums. I’ve had the opportunity to see ...

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Sugi Kiriyama, A Typical Issei Woman

Issei are identified with similar characteristics that Nisei would concur: came to this country with no English skills, no money, dreams of success and possibly returning to Japan. They were hard-working, endured racism and physical abuse, lived through the Great Depression and the injustice of the World War II concentration camps, and bore hardships for the sake of their children, the Nisei, born here in the United States.

The Issei woman was all the above, plus being the smiling, doting grandmother to her Sansei grandchildren, never showed the pain and hardship she endured, even in her personal life. She was ...

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Taste of Okinawa

Crackle!

The sound of deep-frying on the stovetop fills the house as my mom prepares her authentic andagi, our family’s favorite snack. Andagi is basically an Okinawan donut: flour, sugar, and eggs. They’re deep-fried to a golden crisp and doughy on the inside with just the right amount of sweetness—not too much, not too little, just perfect.

My childhood is full of fond memories of my mom standing by the stove making andagi, or as my family called them, sata tempura. I knew even then as a child that it made her happy to see me and ...

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Grandfather’s Gift

There is something unique about being in the presence of one’s Nisei grandparents. Maybe it is their years of life experiences, simply their wisdom, and/or their understanding how you feel when no one else does; but, whatever it may be, they are more than just individuals who allow you to have all the sweets you can possibly consume. They are teachers of cultural values. As I close my eyes, it seems like it was only yesterday, at the age of four, that I learned my few first and foremost important traditional Japanese values through my grandfather, Kay Kei ...

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Discovering My Father Was a No-No Boy

This is the story of a rank-and-file supporter of the Heart Mountain Fair Play Committee, one of the many never named who chipped in two hard-earned 1944 dollars to the defense fund for the young draft resisters.

His name was George Yoshisuke Abe, and yes, he was my father. Dad died in his sleep on April 1, his last laugh on all of us. He was 91.

In preparing for his service, I revisited a chronology he wrote some years ago, and was startled to discover something I’d completely overlooked: Dad was in fact a no-no boy.

This is ...

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