Southern Japan was very pretty but there was always an aura of sadness. Everywhere you went there were signs of the Hiroshima bomb and the affects of the people who had been victims. There was a quiet desperation in the people but they went about their lives with pride and dignity. So it was uplifting in late winter 1953 when we were sent north to Tokyo.
Southern Japan had been very rural and traditional. Tokyo was metropolitan and modern. Many of the residents of Tokyo dressed in western clothing and tried to imitate Americans. Most of the people loved Americans and did whatever necessary to appear as one. Tokyo had been bombed too, but the bombs were not as devastating and the attitude of the people was that the damage was temporary.
Our new home was Jefferson Heights. It was located on a hill behind the Imperial Palace. We arrived and our wish came true. It snowed. And my sister Linda caught the mumps.