A SHORT ESSAY ABOUT THE TRAINS OF JAPAN: LOOKING BACK AT THE TRAINS OF 50 YEARS AGO. Thanks to the photo by Danburg Murmur for the photo that inspired my recollections.
Almost 50 years have passed since I rode my last train in Japan, it seems like almost yesterday. While in Japan from 1961 until New Years Eve of 1963/64, I rode the trains between Sagami-Otsuga and Yokohama almost every weekend. Yes, I took the train to Tokyo too. There were many times when I simply got on a train and let it take me to wherever it was going, spending more than a few weekends simply riding the trains and transferring from one to another.
On a few occasions, I ended up in faraway towns and was unable to catch the train until the following morning, so I spent my layover in a local sake house. I was always treated friendly and made to feel quite welcome. My heart warms when I recall those days of youthful adventure; I recall the gentle smile of the older gentlemen whose memories were full of much more history than mine, yet they extended hands of friendship.
I am so thankful to my friends in Japan, though some I only saw once. For a young American who had grown up in the midwest of America, my time in Japan was a most fascinating experience and has left me with many golden memories as I reach my golden years. Throughout the years since my departure, I have kept up with all of the news from Japan and about Japan.
I have watched Japan grow into a great nation with great new cities. It is with much admiration that I recall how much progress Japan has made in the last fifty years. Someday, I hope to return and ride those trains again.
五反田駅 Waiting to take the Yamanote line (山手線) to work
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HISTORICAL NOTES ABOUT ADMIRAL YAMAMOTO PHOTO IN SLIDESHOW BELOW Admiral Isoroku Yamamoto, Imperial Japanese Navy Portrait photograph, taken during the early 1940s, when he was Commander in Chief, Combined Fleet. Original photograph was in the files of Rear Admiral Samuel Eliot Morison, USNR. U.S. Naval Historical Center Photograph. ABOUT THE PHOTO OF THE ARTIFACTS Display relating to P-38 aircraft shoot-down of Japanese Admiral Isoroku Yamamoto, who planned the Pearl Harbor attack. The display includes a remnant of Admiral Yamamoto's airplane. For more information about war in the Pacific, go to: The National Museum of the Pacific War. It is the only institution in the continental United States dedicated exclusively to telling the story of the Pacific Theater battles of World War II. See their website: http://www.nimitz-museum.org/index.htm .
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My dad's dad, my grandfather, was nine years old when President Lincoln died from an assassin's bullet. Most people think I am speaking of my GREAT GRANDFATHER. NO, I am referring to my dad's father, my paternal Grandfather, Robert Levi Huffstutter, born in 1856. What does this information have to do with my profile? It might help the reader understand that I have a sense of being much older than I am in that only one generation seperates me from President Lincoln. This causes me to respond differently to society and many current events. In many respects, this is to my benefit, in other respects it dates my mindset. Perhaps this is the reason I value the moral standards and idealogies of older Americans, the men who were the soldiers and sailors I saw when I was a small boy,the men and women who fought a war for freedom without any doubts posted by a media with a questionable lack of national unity and purpose.