Close?
Me..Him?
Fuck no!
I’m assuming the “where” was Japan, and I’m not exactly sure of when they got married, other than before1960, when I was born; and if I had to guess, I’d say some time in 1959–almost certain if it was in 1958, it would’ve been late ’58.
Since he was in the military, I think even that brief time together before me had him overseas for most of it, stationed in Germany and Korea, I think. I remember my mom telling me he suffered a gunshot wound while in Germany. He claimed it was self-inflicted, having accidentally discharged his weapon while cleaning it. (My mom said it probably was a “girlfriend” who really shot him.)
My mom left Japan for the first time in her life, headed stateside in early 1960. He was overseas, and with me on-board, she may not have been alone, but without a doubt she was on her own.
Fortunately, her first place in her new country was ideal. She was taken in by her eldest sister–the first of her 7 siblings (3 younger sisters, and 3 older brothers) to come to the states…my mom being the second.
My aunt lived in Honolulu, Hawaii, and that’s where I was born. She had 2 sons and a daughter, and she too was married to a serviceman who, at the time, was also serving overseas!
I always found it interesting that, aside from the 3 brothers marrying Japanese women and remaining in Japan, all 5 girls eventually came to the U.S. and married outside of their race; and talk about personal preference and individual taste…one (my mom) went Black, one– Chinese, one--Portuguese, the other 2--White (and 3, in addition to my mom, married military guys!).
The timing and situation that put her in Hawaii at that exact moment in her life (and my “life” as well, it would turn out) really couldn’t have been better for us for a number of reasons…
1. A stranger in a new and foreign country and not only was there a “familiar face” to help her transition–it’s her big sister–who happens to live in…
2. Hawaii (I’m sure there are worse places!)
3. (Regarding me…) It turns out my aunt immediately saw something was not right the moment she laid eyes on my mom when she arrived. A visit to the doctor confirmed, and this "something" required frequent doctor visits for the remainder of the pregnancy.
4. Kuakini Hospital (private medical facility in Honolulu), instead of the “army hospital” (on “base”). Whether the issue with my mom had to do with the availability of a bed or the service she required, the military hospital referred her to Kuakini Hospital (and covered all of the charges!).
My mom dumped my father by the time I was 4, and even before then, I can only recall actually seeing him just a few times, and remember only a couple of short stretches where he was physically there.
A “deadbeat dad” from the start, gambling was near the top of his skewed list of priorities. A loser at that as well, pawn shops probably had more of our personal belongings than we did! Family was low on the list–if it was on it at all.
He actually had us homeless for a brief period. While he was out there doing whatever the fuck he was doing, help from the Red Cross had my mom, sister, and me sleeping in the one bed in what my mom referred to as "shabby"--hotel room in downtown in Seattle, Washington.
After the divorce--like a deadbeat dad--“child support” could not be counted on. There was only one brief period where benefits were received, and that was while he was married to--I think wife #4--and that was because she was the one who actually assumed the responsibility. Once they got divorced, the payments stopped.
In all fairness, in spite of his shortcomings, and very meaningful to me--his being a military veteran and my father not only covered my tuition at the University of California, at Berkeley, but also provided me with a steady income throughout my college years--none of which would’ve been possible without him…and his death.