| You know March the 3rd is our Doll Festival Day.
Ohina-sama, we call the festival, and the word also means the dolls themselves.
I would like to show you very special Ohina-sama to you.
This old set of Ohina-sama was bought for my sister Yumi, when she was
born in 1941 in Pusan, Korea.
That was just before the war, and Korea was still a part of Japan.
It was before Japanese people were made to realize that we had been mistaken.
I might say that these dolls were made at the last moments of the Empire
of the Rising Sun. I was born in Pusan too in 1944, but it was not a time
for thinking about dolls. The Sun was setting. So I could never have my
It might have been a miracle that these dolls were safe through the harsh
My mother had sent them to Japan and my aunt kept them safe.
In August, 1945, the war ended and Korea was restored. Our family left
Pusan, leaving the property there, and arrived at Karatsu. We had nothing,
but Yumi could see her dolls again.
When Yumi had her own daughter, a new set of modern Ohina-sama was afforded. So her old dolls came to me. I was very happy to get the late Ohina-sama. I displayed them in Yoyokaku once in some years.
This year, after a long interval of ten years or more, I suddenly thought
I would get the dolls out of the boxes. I will let my mother, 88 years
old and forgets everything now, see the dolls again. She might remember
the happy old days when she was a young mother, even if she forgets about
Maybe you will think my dolls look different from those you can find everywhere.
Faces of my dolls are all baby faces. including the Minister of the Left,
who usually has a long white beard.
I hope you will say hello to my sweet little Ohina-sama dolls.
I will tell you a secret if you won't tell others. Dolls talk to each other
at night when you are not watching. If you let my dolls stay displayed
on your computer whole night, they will talk. Most probably they will say,
"You've got a mail"