Danjiri Ojiichans! |
Japan is a
reserved country, not as much as the guidebooks would have you believe, at
least not in my experience, but it is a bit more restrained than home. Your
public appearance is very important and social roles and customs are well
defined. But when men reach a certain age, and have had a certain amount of
sake, those social conventions go out the window. They get louder, more bold,
and more bawdy. There is lots of laughter, gestures, facial expression, and all
around merriment. It reminds me of home - sitting around the table playing poker
and being with my favorite uncles. Or listening to Popsie, Uncle Bob, and Uncle
Travis tell stories till late in the night. Old men tend to be amazing storytellers,
even if it is in a different language.
Kampai! Ojiichans from a walk in the woods. |
Now this is a
vast generalization. I am sure there are stiff ojii-samas out there that would
give any southern patriarch a run for his money, but the old men I have met have
all reminded me of the fun loving, storytelling, easy laughing older men who
have been such an important part of my life.
In a way, they have become beloved great uncles who might make inappropriate
comments (I am assuming from the accompanying gestures), but whose warmth and
zest for life are inspirational.
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