Harvest Celebration Memory–Bon Odori
The memory of wearing my first kimono and getas to dance at the harvest Bon Odori is precious to me. The sight of everyone dressed in their special kimonos walking down the rocky street–their getas making light clip-clopping sounds–only made the anticipation greater for me.
The elder dancers on the inner circle of several concentric circles (ending in the youngest dancers on the outermost circle) knew my sister and I weren’t Japanese, smiled with their eyes at our missteps but gracefully guided us through the dance.
Under lightbulbs hanging from ropes strung from telephone poles we went, my sister and I, amidst the music and the exotic aromas of food and incense, round and round to the singing: Yaren soran, soran, soran, soran .
Two hakujin girls, who for one evening, had stars in their eyes.
© Teresita Abad Doebley. All rights reserved 2009-2011.
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