Yesterday was Respect for the Aged Day.
According to Google, Japan’s Respect for the Aged Day, also known as Keiro no Hi. Starting in a small village in Hyōgo Prefecture, it was conceived as a time to be kind to seniors and ask for their wisdom and advice about ways to improve life in the village. By 1966, it had become a national holiday to pay respect to elders on the third week of September and is now celebrated all across Japan.
Starting in 2003, the holiday was moved to the third Monday in September. The resulting long weekend allows working people time to visit their parents and grandparents. Those who cannot return home in person often call or write. Some volunteers deliver food to homebound elders, and other communities organize special shows known as keirokai, where young people entertain an aged audience.
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Wouldn't it be wonderful if that was an international holiday? Seniors have so much to contribute. We gain so much when we treasure our seniors.
Mike (in Tokyo) Rogers wrote, "Senior citizens have always fascinated and charmed me. Since I was a small boy, I have always loved hearing their stories about the world and how things used to be. I have found that the older the person is, the more wonderful the stories they tell. I wonder why young people today don’t seem to care much about the thinking of the elderly. How could anyone who has survived to a ripe old age — after the disasters of the 20th Century — not have some real gems of wisdom to tell?"
Here is a link to the rest of the article. It is worth the read.
Recently I wrote about the treasury of history that is lost with each person that passes. Think about all the things we have witnessed in our lifetime. Imagine how much our parents and grandparents could tell us about events that we only read about in history books. So many generations of history. If you still have parents or grandparents, record their stories. Write them down to share with your children and grandchildren.
I heard a comedian say if you ask your grandparents about a picture, there is a story connected with each one. When the current generation is asked about their pictures, it will be what they had for dinner. LOL
This week one of the grandchildren asked me about 9/11. To me, that's recent. I was stunned for a moment that an 11 year old would not know. How did we learn? Asking questions, reading, listening. Hopefully we will never get too old to learn something every day.
Children keep us young. It's good to spend time with them and pass on what we know.
A friend wrote a book, That's Why They Call it GRAND Parenting. Lot of good stuff in the book. Below is a link to an interview about the book. That's what got me thinking about the theme for this blog.
I wish I could visit my grandmother's kitchen and learn to cook the dishes my Dad had when growing up. She didn't live close. I was ten when she passed at 86 years of age. I tried to create her thin pancakes (perhaps a form of crepe?), lebkukken, springerle, and other dishes he fondly remembered.
This is how I remember my Dad's parents. There is a radio on the library table. No television or electronic devices. Just books and a newspaper. This picture is probably from the 1950s.