Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Furiai Hiroba--Playing With Bamboo at the Fall Festival

Or:   What The Fourth Graders Did

As promised, here is the rest of the piece on the Fall Festival held at my kids' school two weeks ago.  The first time I posted on this, I wrote about what the first, second, third, fifth, and sixth graders did for the festival.  Everybody but the fourth graders, because it would have made the original post too long.

The fourth graders, for the second time (last year's fourth graders were the guinea pigs, apparently), made charcoal out of bamboo, as well as a number of traditional toys.  I stopped by school several times to watch the sumi-making process ("sumi" is charcoal or ink)

After they'd gone across the street to cut bamboo (with help, of course, from the teacher and a couple of community members who live near the school), they spent the last hour of the school day one afternoon sawing the long stalks of bamboo shorter, then splitting it so it would burn better.


...Koshi manfully wrestles with the saw:-))  It was harder to saw through than he thought!  The group members had to take turns as they got tired...

(Yes--they really trust 10-year-olds with actual sharp saws in Japan.  Not yet an overly litigious society...)



the split bamboo


....one of the maintenance guys used the iron rings below to split the bamboo length-wise.  Then it was cut a little smaller to make pieces of a uniform size for burning to make charcoal.  Watch the video below to see how he uses those tools to split the bamboo!


...sledgehammer and iron bamboo-splitting rings (small, medium, and large for various sizes of bamboo).







See?  Tap the bamboo down onto the iron ring with the sledgehammer, turn it upside down, and push.  Voilà!  The bamboo was then dried for a week, and the following Friday put into this contraption:

...I was so waiting for Bilbo Baggins to walk out of there...

...he had to seal the edges with clay so the smoke would only go out the actual smokestack...







...and as you can see, this is a completely hand-made affair.  Plugged up with a can of DyDo coffee...  But it worked just fine--made lovely charcoal (which burned over 24 hours), deep black, perfect to put in the fridge or the shoe box to absorb odors or to filter water in the manner of a Brita.





 ...Lovely black charcoal, still clearly a piece of bamboo...








 ... after cutting the charcoal into uniform sizes, the kids bound it with twisty-ties and bagged it for give-away at the festival...




 
 On the day of the festival, I discovered that the kids had made a lot more than just charcoal out of all that bamboo...

Pakah! Pakah! Pakah!  Clip-clop, clip-clop!  Horses' hooves made from bamboo.  You probably had a pair of these when you were a kid, but maybe made out of plastic or cans (stand on top, hold onto the strings, and try to walk).  I thought the bamboo made a more realistic, more satisfying, clip-clop...





...the ring toss game--a common game world-wide, but not often made of bamboo...













...low stilts, a nice size for kids to practice walking and balancing on.



....then there were the games the kids had made for parents and siblings to try at the festival, like the bamboo spinner below--as simple a toy as ever there was, consisting only of a flat piece of bamboo and a piece of string threaded through a hole drilled in the center.  Markers were out for us "O-Kyaku-san" (Honorable Customers) to decorate if we wished...







Watch Papa below play with the Spinner:







In order to get a baggie of charcoal, we customers had to go around and play with/make all three toys the kids had prepared--the Spinner, the Shooter, and the Take Tombo (Bamboo Dragonfly).


...the Shooter.  You stuff wet toilet paper inside this, then use the piece on the left to "shoot" out the toilet paper.  Papa was much better at this than I was--he made the pasty toilet paper go at least 10 feet!

My favorite toy, though, is the Take Tombo (Bamboo Dragonfly)--a very traditional children's toy, which in all likelihood originated in China (though it doesn't do to say so to the Japanese ;-)).


...one of the kids is getting ready to make the Bamboo Dragonfly fly!  It takes some practice to really make it go--but once you get the hang of it, it's great fun to make it fly far and high.

And most interesting of all (at least to me), was watching an older gentleman whittle one.

Watch:



Did you see how he whittles from the center out, but on opposite sides to balance it so it flies straight?  Here's the last bit, where he whittles the handle and puts it in, then demonstrates how to make it fly:



I love those Bamboo Dragonflies--they remind me of the oak seed pods my sis and I called Helicopters and played with as children (another natural toy :-)).  But by far my most favorite thing that day was this table full of animals and bugs made of leftover bamboo bits (made by a community group that makes hand crafts like this):

rice straw boots, bamboo animals and bugs



...the Crab...





...the Stag Beetle below...




      ...the Preying Mantis...







...the Dragonfly...


...and the Kitteh (with the Fox and another Crab visible in the background).

Outside, the fourth graders had also made bows and "arrows" out of bamboo, though I didn't get a good photo of those.  I do know, though, that those kids were having a ball that day:-))





Mata asobou, ne!

Monday, November 29, 2010

Monday Manglish--Pie Cake


Happy Thanksgiving--hope everyone ate their fill of Pumpkin Pie Especially Making!  Was yours mild and delicious?  Did it give you fresh and natural flavor :-))?  One can only hope so, though we should all be so fortunate as to have our pie, and eat cake, too.  As usual, it seems,  recent American inventions like the Pake appear to be recently immigrated ideas from Japan.  I recall seeing both Cake Pie and Pie Cake in convenience stores back in 1999--both of which were naturally much smaller than their American counterparts, and therefore much less hazardous to your health :-))  Although to be completely fair, neither pie nor cake is of Japanese origin (obviously).   And given the amount of Manglish I see, you could certainly say that the borrowing goes both ways...

Sunday, November 28, 2010

Playin' Inside--Dragonballs Finger Game

Taking public transportation with two boys became so much easier when they learned how to play the Dragonballs game that's making the rounds of the elementary schools. At least, as long as they whisper:)) This game kept my two amused for train rides, bus rides, and boring rainy weekends. I've even heard them playing it in the bathtub. Extremely simple, requiring no equipment beyond two pair of hands, the object is to win by making the blasting "Haaaaa!" motion when your opponent is "charging".

There are three motions that you say while making the hand motion:

"Barrier!"

This motion blocks your opponents blast...









"Charge!"

....this motion charges you up so you can blast
(you have to charge up after eight barriers, or you lose automatically)





"Haaaaaa!"                                                            
Blasting energy!  To win, you must make this motion at the same time that your opponent is "charging".  If your opponent puts up "barrier", you keep playing.

Clap twice between each motion until one person wins!  Which probably sounds boring to adults--but for elementary-age kids?  *Loads* of fun--trust me:))



Watch Koshi and Teddy play:

             
This game has saved my sanity more times than  I can count:))

Mata asobou, ne!                                            

Friday, November 26, 2010

Friday Field Notes--Aflame

















It's impossible to think of winter when the entire world is aflame...


...the view from the back door, adorned with power lines...





...a neighbor's bonsai...














...scarlet berries, leaves alight...












...at the burnished end of the
spectrum,









...early-morning dew slowly burns off...











...bejeweled...


...burst open...












...from a distance, cherry trees are bronze...






















 ...arms outstretched, sweeping down, enfolding the sidewalk...


...some leaves are scarlet...








...others are shaded warm, a campfire's flame.  Taken together, they appear as a single hue...







...the silent sentinel of the slide...













...and the swings...














Acer palmata japonica

...Dissectum group, the shape of flames...named palmata by Swedish botanist Carl Thunberg after the hand-like shape of its leaves...







Momiji means "Baby's Hand"
...Momiji (A. palmatum), autumn's flare...
frames the view of Old Edo  (Hiroshige)




the smooth-leafed cultivar of the Dissectum group




..."Momiji no Te" (maple-leaf hand!) when children cross the street...a natural stop-sign...








...an aged beard regains its youthful hue...















...chain-link fences hidden by nature's gleaming tinsel...














                              ...concrete walls painted...




















...with cursive scrolls in scarlet ink...

Thursday, November 25, 2010

Spy-Shopper: The Fish Edition

Here's what amazed me, as a naive Hoosier girl brought up far from any ocean, the first time I set foot in a Japanese supermarket:

















...and that's just in front of me.  There's an equal amount of fish available behind me.  That entire corner of the store is dedicated to the Fruits of the Sea.  I'd never seen so much fish in one place in the whole of my life, except for Hamburg's Fischmarkt.  But that's down by the port--you sort of expect to see whole fish for sale in a place like that early on a Sunday morning.


...Sanma, 88Yen... each.  Healthy, yes.  But we may want to reconsider, given the ill-health of the world's oceans.

...this is why I rarely take Teddy shopping with me.  That child can *not* keep his hands off the fish:-))                                 

...Teddy couldn't stop touching the mussels, either.  These were 98Yen.  Not in Indiana, they ain't!





...Buri, 278Yen for a package of three.  I had to wonder, though, what they were going to do with that huge Buri in the back, since there was no price on it... .   Surely not just for looks?   I apologize for not translating the names of these lovely denizens of the sea--but I haven't the least idea what they're called in English.  When I get home this evening, I'll see if I can't look them up:))

Happy shopping, Happy Thanksgiving (if you're in America), and Mata Asobou, ne!