Stepping into the New Year, Embracing Childhood Memories

My childhood memories of the year-end traditions, while growing up in Kiyushu, Japan always floods my mind this time of the year.

I went through a culture shock when I arrived in America at the age of eleven and saw how differently people in America celebrated the coming of the new year. Lively new year’s eve parties, waking up on January first and watching football games on TV was so foreign to me. The older I got, the more I cherished my childhood memories of Oshogatsu (Japanese New Years).


Starting the first of December, Mother would say, “Keiko, we are going through each room in our house and give them a deep cleaning. Without an argument, I helped Mother clean all the shoji-screens, de-cluttered the drawers and swept and cleaned the floors.

Mother also gave me a To-do list.




Mother’s To Do list read like this:
Do you owe money to anyone? Pay it back.
Did you say unkind words to anyone? Apologize before the year ends.
Did you mean to do a kind act for someone? Do it now.
Did you think about what you will do in the coming year to become a better person? Write it down.


 After I finished my to do list, then it was time to relax and enjoy the coming of the new year which began near midnight on December 31. We sat in our clean house and enjoyed eating traditional bowl of buckwheat noodles topped with grated mountain potatoes, listening to the far away sounds of the temple bells as it rang out the exact number of the year we were about to enter.

Mother would say, “Keiko, soba noodles are the last to enter your body this year. The noodles are cleansing. You will start out the new year with a clean body and a clear mind.”

I always got up early on New Year’s Day. Mother dressed me in a colorful kimono and we visited the temple and prayed for a good year so we will have the fortune to maintain good relationships, health and wealth. After that, we went home, ready to have fun playing children’s games (played only at Oshogatsu time) with the neighborhood children and eating traditional New Year’s food Mother prepared. Oshogatsu lasted three days from Jan. 1 – 3.

Even though it’s been many years since I left Japan, I still remember my Mother’s words at the end of each year. I try my best to follow through with the list Mother made for me.

Happy New Year and I wish for you a year filled with joy, gratitude and love.



Joanne whitehead

Thank you, Kay. This is lovely. And I love the illustrations — did you make them?


Thanks for asking Joanne. I do a lot of drawing and painting but this one, I did not. I bought these prints when I was visiting Japan. They reminded me of when I was growing up in Kiyushu, Japan. My boook, Keiko’s Journey – World War II in Japan and Self Discovery will be coming out soon. I hope you will read it.

Barb Hall

Once again, Kay, you inspire me to be a better, more grateful, and happier person. Thank you so much. Blessings to you and your family in the new year.


Barb, You also inspire me with your great attitude. 2015 will be a good year!


What a lovely picture you paint with your words, Kay. Thank you for sharing your memories.


Hi Elizabeth, May be this is something you can encourage your children to do. Keep up your good work with William and Sara. I’m sure they will grow up to be kind and thoughtful adults. You are doing a great job!

Elaine Drummond

I thoroughly enjoyed reading this Kay. No wonder you are the kind and giving person you are today. I love the list your mother gave you, and would like to incorporate this into my grandson’s life as well. We all should love with that wonderful list in mind.

You have me wanting to eat some soba noodles. That will be my new tradition to have every New Years Eve.

Happy New Year, my friend.


Elaine, Thank you for your wonderful comment. You will help me to continue posting on my blog.
It will be a wonderful year!

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