Word: ichiro
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...many generations Ichiro Ishikawa's ancestors had lived in Ueno, a remote, semifeudal village in Shizuoka prefecture. Ueno's rich, black volcanic soil yielded rice, corn, sweet potatoes and garden vegetables. There were nightingales, cuckoos, profusely blooming wild chrysanthemums; and, in summer, gorgeous swarms of red dragonflies. Life in Ueno was good...
Ballots v. Fireworks. Yet Ichiro Ishikawa had troubles. Once he had owned more than three acres of forest land, paddies and dry rice field. The U.S. occupiers had taken his woodland for SCAP's land reform program. Then, in drinking and gambling on flower cards, Ichiro had lost all but half an acre of the rice land. He had to hire out to other villagers. Still, he had a docile, hard-working wife and three fine daughters, of whom his special pride was the middle one, Satsuki (May Moon). May Moon, plump, smart and 17, was an honor student...
Scandal v. Scorn. Ichiro Ishikawa's wife Kimiko. who went proudly forth to cast her ballot as one of Japan's newly enfranchised women, reported these scandalous goings-on to her family. They did not correspond to what May Moon had learned in her civics books. So May Moon wrote an indignant letter to Asahi Shimbun, Japan's most influential newspaper. Government investigators moved into Ueno...
...village, but that May Moon, not they, had caused it. The cold silence of mura-hachibu enveloped the family, a severe form of ostracism in which no one will speak to the victims or aid them except in case of fire or funeral. No one would lend Ichiro tools and he could get no work. But he did not blame his daughter, and she did not blame the villagers. "The chiefs had told them that the village should cast many votes and would not be dishonored," said May Moon. "This is indeed a rural tragedy...
...anxious as an expectant father, Botanist Ichiro Ohga rushed from Tokyo to a farmyard in Kemigawa town, 25 miles southeast of the city. There, he carefully examined the ripening bud on a lotus plant. Blossoming, decided Dr. Ohga. would be a little premature. He settled down beside the aged iron cauldron that served as a flower pot and waited for the unfolding petals...