Showing posts with label Miyake. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Miyake. Show all posts

Saturday, September 12, 2009

Day Eight - Article from Web Japan


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It came to my attention that the article I posted on Day Four didn't include all of the words. I'm so sorry to frustrate you by not providing all the information for you to read. Please see below and read the full article. I shall return later.
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Discovering Japan, Miyake, and the Oceans
Born in Kansas in 1929, Jack Moyer first came to Japan as an airman in August 1951, in the midst of the Korean War. From day one - when, through the train window en route from Yokohama Port to the US airbase in western Tokyo, he witnessed Japanese families having dinner on low tables in their houses - he felt a strong urge to experience Japanese life. Very soon, he was umpiring baseball games for Japanese kids and having dinner with a Japanese family every evening. All the weekends and days off duty were spent collecting bird specimens around the Kanto area for the Chicago Natural History Museum.
Moyer's lifelong rapport with the people of Miyake-jima, one of the seven Izu Islands where he has lived on and off for close to 50 years, began in 1952. He had heard that US practice bombings of a reef near the island were endangering a very rare species of seabirds that bred there called the Japanese murrelet. "Being 23 years old and optimistic and idealistic and naive," he wrote about the plight of the birds to two associates of President Harry Truman. Miraculously, the bombings were stopped several months later.
This made front-page news in Japan, and Moyer made his first trip to Miyake for a story with the Yomiuri Shimbun. During his stay, Moyer took a dive using a pair of wooden goggles he had borrowed from some children at the beach, and there under the water he saw coral and coral-reef fishes for the first time in his life. This breathtaking first encounter marked the start of his eventual shift from ornithology to ichthyology.
Moyer also learned that the direct flow of the warm Kuroshio current hits Miyake-jima during the summer, giving rise to a rich coral habitat, which at 30 degrees to 40 degrees North latitude is rarely seen around the world. The island also had subtropical forests, likewise unusual for its latitude. Mr. J knew then that his scientific pursuits would bring him back to Miyake.
Expanding the Nature Schools
Fifty years later, 
Moyer finds himself uprooted from Miyake due to a volcanic eruption in 2000 and based in Tokyo. But in a fortuitous twist of fate, this has led to the evolution of the ocean schools that he started on the island in 1987 to a much larger scale. Following the eruption, which forced residents to evacuate the island, the schools have come to be held across the country. Now, instead of just one five-day session during the whole summer, six or seven sessions are held each year, with participants hailing from across the country and spanning grades 5 through 11.
Since 1993 Moyer has worked as a team with Yoshiaki Unno, a nature guide who also prefers a field approach to the classroom. Moyer feels that their efforts have thus far been very successful. Their next step is the "jimoto (local) level," he says, of helping people recognize that places like the Great Barrier Reef or Hawaii are not the only valuable marine environments but that their own reefs are extremely valuable and immensely exciting. In that sense he feels they are still "on the way" to success. Several years ago they aided Yasuyuki Nakamura, a Miyake-jima elementary school teacher, in starting an excellent sogo gakushu (general studies) program for Miyake children that focused on the ocean. Since the eruption, similar programs targeting local kids have been held across the country at no cost to the participants.
A Global Focus
At age 74 - an "old geezer" as he jokingly calls himself - 
Moyer is an energetic man with a message to tell. He is a prolific writer, particularly of nature education books for children. He is always on the go, running education programs, giving lectures, and leading ecotours, and he is also involved in organizing yet more nature-related programs. "I want to do more and more and more," he confesses.
Moyer is also the father of two children, an eight-year-old boy, and a five-year-old girl. Along with his wife, whom he married in 1987, they are now the primary focus and purpose of his life. The three live in the Philippines, and as much as he misses them, he manages to get by with a daily phone call, because, as he says, "You have to have roots, and if they have a Yankee papa and a Philippine mama and live in Japan, their roots are going to be very confused."
As for his own identity, Moyer does not feel he has a nation, but at the same time he feels he has three. "I have a deep love of most aspects of all three countries, and I have things that I really disapprove of in all three," he says. Nevertheless, having spent much of the last 50 years in Japan, he notes that his friends are in Japan and that his way of life has become Japanese. Moyer plans to apply for Japanese citizenship by the end of the year.
Grew up in Kansas, Chicago, and New York. Received a master's degree from the University of Michigan and a PhD from the University of Tokyo. Came to Japan in 1951. Currently concentrates on environmental education and ecotourism. Has received many awards and recognition's for his contribution to environmental protection. Author of Ikimono, minna tomodachi (Animals Are All Our Friends) and other books.
Copyright (c) 2004 Web Japan. Edited by Japan Echo Inc. based on domestic Japanese news sources. Articles presented here are offered for reference purposes and do not necessarily represent the policy or views of the Japanese Government.

© Copyright 2009 Janet Calcote Simmons All rights reserved.

Friday, September 11, 2009

Day Seven

Another long day.

I worked until noon and came home and cleaned the house. Another football game tonight. My middle and youngest sons play football for Catholic High School in Baton Rouge. I could start another blog just about football. But I'll save that for another day.

When I was in eighth grade we moved into the heart of Tokyo. We lived in Shibuya in a Southern Baptist missionary complex near several consulates and embassies.

This meant that, instead of walking fifteen minutes to school, I would ride the train to school. Riding the train was similar to the commonly stated story that parents tell their children. "I walked up hill in the snow, barefooted for an hour." It wasn't quite that way, but I did walk 15 minutes to the train station, rode the train for about 30 minutes and then walked another 10 - 15 minutes to school.

My memories of 8th and 9th grade are very foggy. I don't really remember much of anything. I do remember that I went to Miyake several times during this time. One time I went during the school year. It was the same year ASIJ students performed the musical "A Wonderful Town." I didn't participate in this musical but I remember the music and particularly the song, "Why oh, Why oh, Why oh, Why did we ever leave Ohio?"

One thing you need to know is this, every time we left Miyake and got on the boat, we didn't want to leave. As a result, everyone (well at least the girls) cried and was despondent about leaving. We would wave goodbye to Jack and sob and cry and act all crazy.

Well, this one particular time I was on the island with several friends, it was during the school year. Jack rode the boat with us to the island and he rode the boat back with us to Tokyo. As we were departing Miyake on the boat to return to Tokyo, several of us started to sing, "Why oh, Why oh, Why oh? Why do we have to leave Miyake?" And like always when we left the island we began crying. Jack always responded to our crying with compassion and love. This time, however, because he was with us on our trip back, he responded with anger. He couldn't understand why we were upset about leaving the island. He was disgusted by our behavior. As I grew older and was better able to understand this situation, I realized that Jack believed that we were upset because we were leaving him, not because we were leaving the experience of being on the island. His anger was representative of how he thought. As time goes on you will see how deranged and narcissistic his thinking was.

© Copyright 2009 Janet Calcote Simmons All rights reserved.