Learning about the Marathon and Sokushinbutsu Monks (thank you, Peter) made me think of the Ainu people who are equally interesting for different reasons. They were the original people who lived in Japan ages before Japan was invaded by the people now known as the Japanese. The Ainu now live mostly in the northernmost areas of Japan where they were driven by the invaders, much as the Celtic people retreated to Ireland when invaded by the Anglo-Saxons. The Ainu DNA is different from the Japanese DNA, interestingly linked to the Indian subcontinent. Anyone wanting to know more can google the Ainu on the internet, where even a short Ainu video tape can be found.
True or not, Steffi, your theory linking the Erculiani family name with the Roman mythological god, Hercules, sounds plausible. How clever and imaginative you are -- I'm sure your suggestion would make members of this modest but successful Italian-American family smile. Yes, it's sadly true that the restaurant is no longer in business, but I read somewhere on the internet that one of the family members is hoping to bring it back.
Dave-san, thank you for the additional information about Janet Blair. There are probably very few people who know who she is these days. Actually, I didn't know about her role in the play South Pacific, but what a coincidence that I should mention her just as you were listening to the South Pacific CD. Speaking of music, whether the noodle man used a whistle or sang, I'm no longer certain, though on a multiple choice test I would have filled in the bubble next to high-pitched voice, and might have failed the test. More importantly, I'm glad to have you affirm that the noodle man and his sound really existed. With my faulty memory, sometimes I think I'm dreaming or making up these things!
Another sound I recall is that of the high-pitched musical instruments in Japan, so alien to my American ears -- lutes, flutes, zithers? I associate these strange sounding instruments with geisha entertainments, Kabuki theater, puppet theater, and street music. Someone out there knows more about this than I do, but I would recognize those sounds if I heard them. My grandson learned to play a shanisen (it looks like a banjo) while he lived in Kyoto last semester. More sounds -- living on the Bluff, I was always aware of water dripping, splashing, or gurgling down the sides of the hills. And at night and in the early morning, there were the low moans of the fog horn and ships' horns out in the Bay -- great sounds to fall asleep to or to wake up by.
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