A Biographical Sketch of My Grandma
(Dawn K. Brohawn, 8/10/13)
My grandmother Masako’s life is a story of persistence and
courage in the face of hardship. Born a nissei
(second generation Japanese-American) in Alameda, California in 1913, Masako
Otsuka married a successful Japanese businessman (Yunosuke Tsuchitani), with
whom she raised three children in California. A celebrated beauty, doted upon
by her mother and older sister Satsuki (who was later nicknamed “Pe Pe”), Masako
lived a comfortable life.
When World War II broke out, Masako’s husband (a foreign
national) was taken without warning from their home in the middle of the night by
government “men in black suits.” He was sent to an internship camp in North
Dakota and later was transferred to a prisoner-of-war camp in New Mexico.
Two weeks following Roosevelt’s Executive Order 9066, Masako
and the couple’s young children (6-year-old Mariko, 3-year-old Isamu and
5-month-old Ken) found themselves in the horse stables of Tanforan Racetrack,
soon to be sent to the Topaz internment camp. Two years passed before Masako’s
husband was reunited with his family at Topaz.
They were all subsequently relocated to Tule Lake, California.
By the time the war ended, the family had lost their home, their
possessions, and Yunosuke’s businesses. Disillusioned with their treatment by
the U.S. government, and because her husband was not allowed to return to
California where he had conducted his businesses with his partners prior to the
war, Masako, her husband and children decided to move to Japan. (Ironically, on
the day of their departure, Yunosuke received a notice from the U.S. government
allowing him to return to California.)
Following the long voyage to Japan, taking the few
possessions they were permitted, the family arrived at the port of Yokosuka. For
three days they travelled south in a packed train to Fukuoka, and then walked
several miles with their luggage across rice fields to the country home of
Masako’s oldest sister, Shizue. Falling asleep exhausted on tatami in the entrance area of the house,
they awoke to find that the shoes and other possessions they were still wearing
had been stolen off them as they slept.
In January 1946 conditions in post-war Japan were harsh. The
family was forced to move from place to place, relying on the kindness of relatives
and others willing to put them up for a few months at a time. Jobs were scarce,
but Masako, who was bilingual, was able to find work while her husband took
care of the children. Yunosuke later found work as a houseboy for an American
officer, and eventually as a translator for a Japanese construction company. When
he suffered a massive stroke, Masako, who herself suffered from
life-threatening asthma, had to support her husband and two of their children.
(By that time Mariko had traveled back by herself to the U.S. where she
attended the University of Nebraska.)
With her fluency in English, she soon found work at an
American Air Force base in Fukuoka. That was where Masako first came in contact
over the phone with my father, Lt. Norman Kurlansky, who commanded two radar
bases in southern-most Japan.
How my mother, Masako’s daughter Mariko, met my father several
years later in Lincoln, Nebraska, got married and helped to bring incrementally
the Tsuchitani family back to the United States, is another story.
At age 50, Masako returned with Yunosuke to the U.S., where
they lived for several months at Norm and Marie’s small home in Alexandria,
Virginia. Leaving her husband for a few
months with Norm, Marie and their three children, she returned to San Francisco
to be near Ken, who had located in San Francisco. She immediately found a job because of her
excellent secretarial skills. Shortly after, she was joined by her husband, and
they lived for a time with her son Ken and his new bride, Akiko.
Masako was later hired by a Japanese electronics firm, where
she worked for ten years while she continued to care for her husband, who
passed away in a nursing home in 1974. Up until her late 80’s, Masako traveled
regularly by herself to the East Coast to visit with her son Isamu’s and
daughter Mariko’s families.
Many years have passed. Now the matriarch of her family,
Masako has three children, 8 grandchildren and 9 great-grandchildren. She has
survived numerous serious illnesses, surgeries and life challenges that would
have overcome most people. Today this “young centenarian,” with the help of
visiting caregivers, is able to live independently in her own apartment, where
she walks the steep streets of San Francisco with her walker, reads her
Japanese and English language newspapers cover-to-cover, creates beautiful pressed
flower art, stays active in her spiritual group, is a rabid and knowledgeable
baseball fan, and serves as an inspiration to all her family and friends.
Masako’s life is a journey of dislocation after dislocation
after dislocation. But it is also a story of persistence, courage, and how the
kindness, generosity and friendship of many people can help us both bear the
hardships we encounter and appreciate life’s beauty.
Thank you all for being such a part of Masako’s long life.
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