Posted on Tuesday 31 May 2005
Since, according to the sign at my supermarket, May is Asian/Pacific Islander heritage month (sigh, yes, that was the only place I’ve seen it mentioned, aside from noting a trend in my local PBS affiliate’s programming) I figured I should post this remembrance before the month is out…
I was lucky because my childhood in Hawaii coincided with a time when people there were trying to embrace cultural pride and awareness. To me, this meant that I grew up with Japanese fairy tales along with the stories that were read to most American kids; I learned to thrill to the adventures of both Momotaro and the Jack who climbed the beanstalk.
Island Heritage released a series of hardcover books with different tales from Japan, China and Hawaii featuring beautiful art. The Japanese tales had the most spectacular art (by George Suyeoka) with dynamic watercolors and great imagination.
Unfortunately, this trend turned out to be a short lived one and these books currently go in and out of print (with a number of them rarely being available). Last time I looked, the children’s sections of Hawaii bookstores were having a far easier times selling “local” takes on familiar fare or Hawaii-inspired icons. While I bear no grudge to likes of Aloha Bear, I find it sad that there’s so little interest in these tales that I enjoyed so much.
I loved Momotaro as a kid and in hindsight I realize I was pretty lucky to grow up with an Asian hero from such a young age. (Not that my parents took that into consideration at the time, it was just a story they thought I’d like.) Momotaro’s tale begins (as many of these tales do) with a virtuous but childless couple. One day the wife spots a giant peach floating down the steam as she’s washing clothes and decides to grab the delicious looking fruit for herself and her husband. When she tries to cut it, however, she’s surprised to hear a voice come from within the peach, begging for the wife to be cautious in making the cut. Inside the peach, the couple finds a baby boy who they adopt and name Momotaro (which translates into Peach Boy). Momotaro (naturally) grows up to be a fine, strong young man who eventually sets out to defeat the ogres that bother his family’s village. Along the way, he is kind to different animals who offer their aid against the ogres in return and they turn out to be key to Momotaro’s victory.
When I grew older and revisited these books, I was charmed by the tale of Kaguya Hime, the Moon Princess (tho it turns out that the name translates to bamboo princess). This one also starts with a virtuous, childless couple. This time, after many prayers for a child and virtuous living, the husband discovers the baby girl in a bamboo forest on a bed of gold coins. When she grows up, she has many suitors all of whom she refuses, claiming that she intends to return to her father the moon god and cannot marry any man because she will soon leave him for her father. She eventually gives her most persistent suitors impossible quests (which, as a moody and philosophic teen, struck me as quests that required the suitors to give up their worst conceits in order to succeed, a level of depth I later discovered to be my own creation) until it is time for her to return to the moon. One of her suitors attempts to stop her ascension, thinking he can defeat the moon god but is taught a hard lesson and is forced to watch the object of his desire depart into the night sky.
I’ve often wondered about some of the other Japanese fairy tales I grew up with. Both Issunboshi and Urishima Taro were very similar to western fairy tales I later discovered. I’ve tried to research who inspired who, but have found conflicting answers so far. Issunboshi is the story of a small man who uses smarts to turn his diminutive size to an advantage, eventually saving a Princess from ogres that have bested the royal guard and being turned into a full-sized man by an artifact left by those ogres. (This, naturally, frees him to marry the Princess he just saved.) Urishima Taro is the tale of a kind fisherman who is allowed to visit the palace of the sea princess and eventually returns to his village to learn that he spent hundreds of years away, even though his wondrous time in the palace felt like days.
I had other Island Heritage chidlren’s tomes. The Magic Brush was a Chinese story about a young painter who discovers a magic brush. Anything painted by the brush would become real, an ability the young man uses to delight his friends. Greedy men try to force him to paint them more riches, but quickly ends their interference.
Kamapua’a was a Hawaiian legend of a shapshifting trickster who sometimes adopted the form of a giant man-pig.
Pu’a Pu’a Lena Lena was a dog who could grow and shrink. When he is caught stealing the chief’s kava kava plants for his sick master, he is sent on a quest if he is to spare his master from the death sentence that applies for stealing from the chief. I remember enjoying that dog’s antics as he persued his quest.
Kahala was a tale that haunted me – Kahala was a beautiful woman who attracted a murderous stalker. She is killed several times in the story and the animal gods, who love Kahala for her kindness, bring her back to life every time. Finally, Kahala’s stalker is killed but returns to life as a shark that delivers Kahala’s final death when she is bathing in the ocean. The animal gods, unable to revive her into a whole body, fill her spirit into the valley that bears her name.
I had one Island Heritage hardcover that was nonfiction. It told the story of Princess Victoria Ka’iulani, the Hawaiian princess who was expected to take over the throne after Queen Liliuokalani. However, while she was receiving an education abroad, the monarchy was overthrown. She led an group that journeyed to Washington DC, seeking to convince the American government to restore the monarchy, but was thwarted in her attempt. She returned to Hawaii and died soon afterwards. I never read this book as a child, the story was too complex and the realistic art did not help. I didn’t read it until we studied Hawaiana in the fourth grade. My class spent that year compiling our own books on state history and I discovered the book about Ka’iulani by accident. I was so moved by the story that I wrote an extra paper for my project dedicated to the tragic Princess. Ka’iulani’s story has long stayed with me and when I took playwriting in college I dreamed of researching Ka’iulani’s story (a bigger task than I initially imagined) and writing a tragedy about the Hawaiian monarchy, centering around the Princess. Now I dream that someday I’ll be able to give that period of history the Age of Bronze treatment. It’s a compelling story that deserves to be better known.










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