We had a Japanese guards who stood guard at he entry gate to the military dependent housing area. Over time, our family became friendly with one of the guards. His name was Yonashima-san and he was probably in his late twenties. He lived near the base in Sagamahara. Yonashima-san came to our home several times and even brought his little daughter, Midori. Midori was a little younger in age than Elaine. My Mother passed along some of Elaine's good quality clothing to Midori.
One evening Bob, my brother Lee and I went to the home of Yonashima-san. It was a small home, minimally furnished with the rice paper sliding doors to divide the rooms. Tatami mats were the beds. There were a few pillows to sit upon and in the dining area a cooking pot was centered on the floor with seating around it. Yonashima-san's wife had food cooking, something that resembled what we would now call ramen. We did not stay very long, we had gone with Bob to take something to them. The family was very kind and gracious toward us, bowing as all Japanese people do when we left. I had a new appreciation for all that I had when we left Yonashima-san's home.