#NaoBloPoMo Post 10: Moving

Once again, I’m a day late on posting BlogHer prompt #10 for National Blog Posting Month, which leads me to decide to follow my friend, Pamela Foster’s logic on how to proceed with NaBloPoMo:

“A commitment of a blog post each day of the month. No. I am NOT doing this. Not again. However, I AM intrigued by some of the prompts. What I’m going to do is choose my favorite prompt . . .”

This week, I’ve visited with two book clubs and have attended a book signing. This morning, I’m leaving for Dallas to spend the weekend with my son. Being on the road 3-4 days out of the week makes keeping this up on a daily basis too difficult. Sure, I could do it, but it’s a stressor I’ve decided I can let go of to make life a little easier. So, to compromise, I’m going to follow Pam’s logic. (It wouldn’t be the first time.)

So, here’s a brief post for today’s (actually, yesterday’s) prompt, then I’ll pick and choose the ones I like best until the end of June.

Friday, June 14, 2013
If your family has moved over time, have you ever traveled to the place your ancestors lived?

My father was in the Air Force, so during most of my childhood, we moved every couple of years. I was lucky that most of our moves occurred in between school years. Only once that I can remember did we move in the middle of a school year — seventh grade. And, that was kind of exciting, because we moved from Oklahoma back to California, my birth place, and the place we’d left to move to Oklahoma.


We moved back and forth to California several times. I was born there, then we moved. My sister Cyndie was born in Texas. Kim was born in Georgia. Tami was born in Bermuda. Within a period of only four years . . . then we moved back to California. There, the last Marler child– my brother, Chuck–was born. And, I attended kindergarten through fourth grades. That’s when we moved to Oklahoma. In Altus, Oklahoma, I attended fifth through 1/2 of seventh grade.

When we returned to California in seventh grade, I was thrilled to be going back, even if I did have to leave in the middle of the school year. And nothing was more exciting than walking into class as “the new girl” and seeing many familiar faces from my fourth grade class I’d left years before.

I was lucky enough to get to remain in California from seventh grade through my senior year in high school, and that’s why I consider California my home.

Sasaki Reunion

Sasaki Reunion

So, back to the prompt question. The answer is “yes, kind of.” My mother’s parents emigrated from Japan to California, and that’s where her family’s American roots began. I loved that we lived so close to my aunts, uncles and cousins on my mother’s side. I missed living closer to my dad’s side of the family (most lived in Kentucky) but boy, did we have fun when we went back to visit! In fact, we still have annual family reunions with the Marler side of the family.


Marler Reunion
Grandpa and Grandma with Great-grandchildren

But, as for my mother’s family’s original roots, Japan, I didn’t have the opportunity to go there until I was an adult. And now, I’ve been twice, although I haven’t done any genealogical research there. One day, I hope to write a prequel to The Red Kimono, about Mama’s and Papa’s lives in Japan. It will be a challenge, because I don’t speak or read Japanese. But, I know it would be an enlightening, wonderful trip, once I make myself step outside of my comfort zone.

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