I've posted about the formative years my father spent with his family in Japan. Of all the places he lived, Japan was by far his favorite. As a kid I would look at the three lacquered albums in absolute awe and daydream about what life would have been like for them and wonder why weren't still there. Here are a few of the black and whites:
My favorite picture of my Grandmama (she wanted us to call her that...we didn't) ever. I'm impressed with my grandpa's eye for composition!
Grandpa with his best friend, Fuji and others. The picture was labled "fakku." I'm guessing that's where he learned it's meaning.
Fuji and a maiko. Don't you just love Fuji?
On a sightseeing trip through the countryside with the boys.
The last photo in the albums and my favorite. Fuji working the dancefloor with Grandma and Grandpa dancing in the background. They were quite the dancers and even in old age Grandma looked like her feet were never touching the ground.