The National Post has published a story about Joy Kogawa and the campaign to save the literary icon’s childhood home. Contrary to the NP story by Brian Hutchinson, the campaign to save the house is actually being done by The Land Conservancy in partnership with the Save Kogawa House committee. Despite this incongruency… it’s a good story and brought a tear to my eye, with the imagery of a young child named Joy playing at the house, her family being forcibly moved from the house, and the forever longing by Joy’s mother and her family – knowing that no house they ever lived in afterward would ever be as nice.
Oh – another thing. Obasan was not an autobiography as stated by NP writer Hutchinson, it is a novel – based on autobiographical references. There is a difference.
Rescuing Obasan’s house
Novelist fighting to save bungalow made famous in autobiography
Brian Hutchinson
National Post
Saturday, February 04, 2006
VANCOUVER – There is nothing remarkable about the small wooden house, not at first glance, aside from the fact it has somehow survived all these years. Others around it have fallen, destroyed in the last decade by the wrecker’s ball and replaced with mundane, two-storey buildings sheathed in ubiquitous pink stucco and smooth vinyl siding. McMansions.
The bungalow is 93 years old. It looks out of place in this increasingly affluent and expensive neighbourhood called Marpole, located a few blocks from the Fraser River’s northern arm.
A modest house on West 64th Avenue, nestled behind a few gnarled, ancient looking trees, its small yard delineated by a white picket fence. Now it too is threatened. The present owner has no love for it. At the end of March, the house is scheduled for demolition.
Unless.
There is a movement afoot to save the old house, which is not so ordinary, after all. It is part of literary lore and a small but symbolic reminder of a painful chapter in Canadian history. A reminder of things lost, including innocence.
The celebrated poet and novelist Joy Kogawa spent the best of her youth in the bungalow. She moved there with her family in 1937, when she was just two. She learned to play the family piano inside the house’s small living room. She climbed the fruit trees in the backyard, swung from their branches, ate the cherries and peaches.
Five years later, with war raging in distant Europe and in the Pacific, 21,000 Canadians of Japanese descent were forcibly removed from their homes, under conditions set forth by the War Measures Act. They were declared enemies of Canada. Their property was confiscated. They were placed in internment camps.
Ms. Kogawa and her family were among those uprooted. They were sent to the B.C. interior, to the rugged Slocan Valley, where life was brutal, cold, unforgiving.
Their little Vancouver bungalow sat empty, and then others moved in. The Kogawas yearned for it. Ms. Kogawa dreamed of it, many times. Ultimately, she wrote about the little bungalow. It became Obasan’s house.
Obasan is the title of Ms. Kogawa’s famous autobiographical novel, published in 1981 and reprinted many times, in multiple languages. The novel describes in heartbreaking detail the Japanese-Canadian internment. The experience is recalled by a character named Naomi Nakane and is based on the author.
In the novel, a wise aunt named Obasan raises Naomi. They lived in the little bungalow on West 64th Avenue until the war. “It is more splendid than any house I have lived in since,” Naomi remembers, in the novel.
“It does not bear remembering. None of this bears remembering.” It’s too painful.
Obasan won four major literary awards. Ms. Kogawa was propelled into the limelight. In 1986, she was made a member of the Order of Canada. She went on to receive seven honourary doctorates from Canadian universities. She published more books, but none resonated more than Obasan.
Ms. Kogawa had already moved to Toronto, where she married, and raised two children. But the house on West 64th Avenue stayed in her thoughts, and in her dreams. “The longing for that house was forever,” she says now. “I always, always wanted to come home. My mother, who had turned senile, also wanted to come home. But it was impossible.” The house belonged to others.
She passed by a few times. In 1992, on a visit to Vancouver, she actually knocked on the front door and stepped inside. The moment was bittersweet.
“Seeing the house reminds me of the sadness and the years when I wanted to go back home so badly,” she told a Vancouver Sun reporter, who accompanied Ms. Kogawa on her first visit home.
Ms. Kogawa began dividing her time between Toronto and suburban Vancouver. Three years ago, she drove past the house on West 64th Avenue and saw a For Sale sign in the front yard. She was exhilarated; the house, she imagined, might be reclaimed. Then she learned the asking price: more than $500,000. Too much for her to contemplate buying.
The house was sold. The new owner began making renovations that altered its original character.
“She wanted no truck with me,” says Ms. Kogawa, who tried to intervene. “At least she didn’t pull it down, like all the other bungalows on the block.”
Last year, however, the owner changed her plans. She applied to the City of Vancouver for a demolition permit. That’s when the campaign to save the old house went into full gear.
Led by friends, academics, fellow members of the CanLit community and the Land Conservancy of B.C., a committee was formed to raise funds, buy out the owner and restore the building to its original condition. The plan is to turn the house into a writer’s residence. Total cost of the project: $1.25-million.
The owner is now willing to sell, should the money materialize. The city has delayed approval of its demolition permit until March 30. Time is running out, and Joy Kogawa is worried.
An omen: A cherry tree still stands in the backyard. It’s a beautiful tree, Ms. Kogawa says. A tree from her youth. It was severely pruned in 2004 and no longer produces blossoms or fruit. It is dying. Ms. Kogawa managed to collect a cutting. She planted it beside City Hall.
That may soon be all that’s left of Obasan’s house.
“The story is being written right now,” Ms. Kogawa says. “We don’t know what the ending will be. Will the house survive? Well, Obasan survived. So I wait, and I watch.”