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Izzy Bird, two women

40

Benri, the chief of the Ainu village Isabella is staying in, has many wives. I wish I could tell you how many but Our Lady Traveler has not yet revealed it to us. There are seven additional women in the household but it’s not clear what all of the relationships are.

Really, it seems like the only wife who matters is the first one.* She’s made the night’s meal over the fire in the fireplace. She “cut wild roots, green beans, seaweed, and shred dried fish and venison, adding millet, water, and some strong smelling fish oil, and set the whole on to stew for three hours, stirring the ‘mess’** now and then with a wooden spoon.”

After dinner and conversation, the men retired to drink a lot of sake, offering it up to the gods.***

Isabella crawled under her mosquito net for the night. Her cot is separated from the rest of the big main room by a tapestry, so she is separated but not really. Ito and one of the Ainu men talked for a bit as she drifted off — but did first ask if it would keep her awake.

Later, after the house was asleep, Noma, the principle wife, lit a fish-oil lamp, “and by the dim light of this rude lamp sewed until midnight a garment of bark cloth which she was ornamenting for her lord with strips of blue cloth, and when I opened my eyes the next morning she was at the window sewing by the earliest daylight. She is the most intelligent-looking of all the women, but looks sad and almost stern, and speaks seldom. Although she is the principle wife of the chief, she is not happy, for she is childless, and I thought that her sad look darkened into something evil as the other wife caressed a fine baby boy.”

She also might be sad because her mother-in-law lives with them and, clearly, doesn’t like pretty much anyone but her son.
According to Isabella, the mother-in-law “is a weird, witch-like woman of 80, with shocks of yellow-white hair, and a stern suspiciousness in her wrinkled face. I have come to feel as if she had the evil eye, as she sits there watching, watching always, and for every knotting the bark thread like one of the Fates, keeping a jealous watch on her son’s two**** wives, and on other young women who come in to weave — neither the dullness not the repose of old age about her; and her eyes gleam with a greedy light when she sees sake, or which she drains a bowl without taking breath. She alone is suspicious of strangers, and she thinks the my visit bodes no good to her tribe. I see her eyes fixed upon me now, and they make me shudder.”

There is something about these passages that make the place come alive for me, maybe because the writing makes the dynamic clear. Is Isabella projecting some of her own baggage onto these women? Maybe? Or is this tension between the mom and the wife more the rule than the exception? And is there a second wife because the first one was barren?

So many questions.

 

* Again, I’m not saying that as people all of the other wives don’t have value, just that the main one seems to have to most responsibilities.

** Pretty sure she’s not calling it a mess, just using it to describe a meal like you would in the military.

*** There’s a larger entry that I’ll put together about this ritual.

**** Oh. I just needed to read further.


Izzy Bird, savages

39

The letters get longer for the next bit, mostly because Isabella is deep in the mountains and there is no where she can post them. I’ll break them into more manageable chunks just for the sake of clarity.

For the last three days and two nights she’s been in an Ainu hut in Biratori. She has been overwhelmed by the newness of it all and finally sat down five hours ago to write up her notes. She is still writing them up. She also refers to the Ainu as “savages” throughout, which, through a modern lens is highly problematic.*

Her trip to Biratori is through a “dark and very silent forest. The ‘main road’ sometimes plunges into deep bogs, at others is roughly corduroyed by the roots of trees, and frequently hangs over the edge of abrupt and much-worm declivities, in going up one of which the baggage-horse rolled down bank 30 feet high, and nearly all the tea was lost.” At one point, Isabella’s horse gets bogged down and she has to “scramble upon his neck and jump to terra firma over his ears.”**

They make it to the chief’s dwelling, which is quite large and inhabited by a bunch of people. Even though her entourage’s arrival is a complete surprise to the people who live there, they welcome her warmly. Ito is less thrilled about this whole thing — according to Isabella, “one would have thought he was going to the stake.” While they were advised to bring food for themselves — the Ainu live pretty close to starvation most of the time and visitors shouldn’t tax their resources — Ito has gone above and beyond, packing “chicken, onions, potatoes, French beans, Japanese sauce, tea, rice, a kettle, a stew-pan, and a rice-pan.”

As Isabella is writing up her notes, “a savage is taking a cup of sake by the fire in the centre of the floor. He salutes me by extending his hands and waving them towards his face, and then dips a rod in the sake, and makes six libations to the god — and upright piece of wood with a fringe of shavings*** planted in the floor of the room. Then he waves the cup several times toward himself, makes other libations to the fire, and drinks.”

 

Tomorrow: everyone’s favorite topic — gender politics!

 

* I know I keep saying we’re going to unpack this and then not unpacking this. But do I need to? Or is the baggage behind “savage” already known?

** I JUST FOUND THIS AND WANT TO GO THERE.

*** a quick explainer about Inau.


Izzy Bird, Mr Von S

38

Isabella is having a very good traveling day.

“Above all, I had a horse so good that he was always trying to run away, and galloped so lightly over the flowery grass that I rode the 17 miles here with great enjoyment. Truly a good horse, good ground to gallop on, and sunshine, make up the sum of enjoyable traveling.”

As is her habit, she noted all of the flora she passed, including: reedy grass as high as the horse’s ears, Ailanthus glandulosus (which was much riddled by the mountain silkworm), and the undergrowth of the familiar Pteris aquilina.

Tonight she is stopping a Japanese village, which she calls a colonization settlement, mainly of displaced samurai from a nearby province. Tomorrow she’ll go deeper into the mountains, which will be more Ainu than Japanese.

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(I believe she is at the dot where my pen is pointing. Place names are a little sketchy in this stretch.)

Our Austrian/French friends Mr Von Siebold and Count Diesbach* have turned up in the same village and are returning from their trip to map rivers and drink claret. They were successful with one of those pursuits.

“They have suffered terribly from fleas, mosquitos, and general discomfort, and are much exhausted; but Mr Von S thinks that, in spite of all, a visit to the mountain Ainos** is worth the long journey. As I expected, they have completely failed in their explorations, and have been deserted by Lieutenant Kreitner. I asked Mr Von S to speak to Ito in Japanese about the importance of being kind and courteous to the Ainos whose hospitality I shall receive and Ito is very indignant at this. ‘Treat Ainos politely!’ he says; ‘they’re just dogs; not men,’” which just goes to show you how bad feelings about the native people you’ve displaced are standard across cultures.

* from May 20’s entry, you know, the one about Ito’s Scandal.

** I just now realized that I’ve been spelling it “Ainu” and Bird’s been using “Aino.” I’m 99% certain it’s “Ainu” but it might have been one of those spellings that morphed over time. Bird also  flips between Eskimo and Eskimeaux, fwiw. Language is weird.


Izzy Bird, all the plants

Isabella found the night too cold for good sleep and is back in the saddle early. The Ainu also were up at dawn to round all of the horses up, find the ones who aren’t saddle sore, and set out for the ride up the coast. The road is perfectly level for 13 miles. Isabella is feeling meditative and poetic, judging from this entry.

She spends the journey doing what most upper class women of the age did; she named all of the plants she saw. It’s a long list and includes: a dwarf rose, of a deep crimson colour, with orange, medlar-shaped hips*, as large as crabs, and corollas three inches across; a large rose-red convolvulus**; a blue campanula, with tiers of bells; a blue monkshood, Aconitum Japonicum; the flaunting Calystegia soldanella; purple asters; grass of Parnassus; and yellow lilies. There is also some kind of vine, remarkable only for its unique pistils and “most offensive carrion-like odour.”

After a tea break and change of horses, she is riding again when she realized she’d forgotten to ask if she had a “front horse,” that is, one who insists on being at the front of any horse train.*** “… just as we were going at full speed we came nearly up with the others, and my horse coming abruptly to a full stop, I went six feet over his head into the rose bushes. Ito looking back saw me tightening the saddle-girths, and I never divulged this escapade.”****

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The Ainu in this part of the country scratch out a meagre living by producing fish oil, which means most of the place has a distinctive smell to it. At her evening stop, she went for a stroll to the shore, “and found open sheds much blackened, deserted huts of reeds, long sheds with a nearly insufferable odour from caldrons in which oil had been extracted from last year’s fish, two or three Ainu huts, and two or three grand-looking Ainu, clothing in skins, striding like ghosts over the sandbanks, a number of wolfish dogs, some log canoes or “dug outs,” the bones of a wrecked junk, a quantity of bleached drift-wood, a breach of dark-grey sand, and a tossing expanse of dark-grey ocean under a dull and windy sky.

“The deep boom of the surf was music, and the strange cries of sea birds, and the hoarse notes of the audacious black crows, were all harmonious, for nature, when left to herself, never produces discords either in sound or colour.”

*anyone?

** that’s what she said

*** for the record, I have a “front corgi” who has to lead any dog walk, despite the length of her legs.

**** until now


Izzy Bird, problematic Ainu

36

Isabella had to hustle for the steamer at the start of today’s journey. She an Ito made it to the boat in time and the journey across the bay to Mororan was longer than she’d hoped but without incident. After a night in “a very small room in a very poor and dirty inn,” where there were no mosquitos and she had a good meal of fish, she waited for the kuruma to take her deeper into Ainu territory.

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She calls it “the” kuruma because it is the only one in town — and no one wants to pull it. The first men hired, scampered off with the money, never to be heard from again. More are rounded up; Ito spends the time flirty with a pretty girl, and Isabella gets very zen about the delay.

“Except for the loss of time it made no difference to me, but when the quorum did come up the runners were three such ruffianly-looking men, and were dressed so wildly in bark cloth, that in sending Ito on 12 miles to secure relays, I sent my money along with him.”

Eventually, she caught up with Ito in the next town, despite her kuruma runners never going about a walk and “as if on purpose, taking the vehicle over every stone and into every rut.”

It’s worth it for the view. “Mororan Bay is truly beautiful from the top of the ascent. The coast scenery of Japan generally is the loveliest I have ever seen, except that of a portion of windward Hawaii,* and this yields beauty to none.”


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The villages along the coast are mixed Japanese and Ainu. In her eyes, the Ainu houses are more Polynesian than Japanese, and are raised six feet above the ground on stilts. The ainu people themselves look more Eskimo than any other, she says. She now has a team of Ainu kuruma runners, two of which are “young and beardless, their lips were thick, and their mouths very wide… with masses of soft black hair falling on each side of their faces.

“I never saw a face more completely beautiful in features and expression, with a lofty, sad, far-off, gentle, intellectual look, rather that of Sir Noel Paton’s ‘Christ’ than of savage.**”

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The scenery remains gorgeous and the travel is easy. “The breeze came up from the sea, rustled the reeds, waved the tall plumes of the Eulalia japonica, and the thunder of the Pacific surges boomed through the air with its grand, deep bass. Poetry and music pervaded the solitude, and my spirit was rested.”***

* Fair.

** there’s a lot to unpack here, yes?

*** This is only sort of related but I just read about a not-relaxing-at-all feature of some onsens and I have to share.


no one wanted to do it but it had to be done

On Wednesday, the Otsego (NY) County Board of Representatives voted to lay off 59 employees. I can say with confidence that no one wanted to do it -- but had to do regardless of our personal wants. Sometimes, all of the options are terrible but you still have to pick one.

Four months ago, we were looking forward to a sales/bed tax windfall when Derek Jeter was inducted into the Baseball Hall of Fame this summer. Instead, we're dealing with a pandemic. And now that the immediate health risk is waning -- we haven't had a new case in 21 days* -- we are facing the economic fall-out of a public health calamity.

If you are at all interested in how one local government is managing our current Covid-19 situation, read on. At the end is a suggestion for what you can do to help, no matter where you are.

Our county board is split. All of the republicans voted in favor of the layoff, as did another democrat and I. the other four dems voted against the layoff and have done a great job making their reasons clear. Three stated that the county needed to exhaust every other remedy before layoffs; the fourth wants us to cut our contributions to outside agencies first. All good points.

While I agree with them in principle, I also think that the sooner we face up to how unsustainable our financial situation is, the sooner we can stabilize it and regroup.

Here's what you need to know about how Otsego County works, funding-wise. We fund our departments in a couple of different ways - but the two that are important right now are 1) state and federal sources and 2) sales/bed tax.

Let's start with 1.

Most of the big aid programs in the county -- like SNAP, Medicaid, etc -- are funded through a combo of local, state, and federal dollars. In states other than New York, the federal money goes directly to the county without ever passing through the state's hands. Here: the checks go from D.C. to Albany to the county.** In some cases, Albany takes a small cut of the federal money as an admin fee (but that's a different complaint for a different day).

Ordinarily, this isn't a huge deal. While reimbursement takes a little longer this way, eventually the money we are owed gets to us. The majority of these programs, btw, are mandated. We have no choice in whether or not we provide them.***

Currently, Albany usual glacially paced reimbursements have slowed even further. Which makes a certain amount of sense. What happened in New York City epidemic-wise has created bureaucratic chaos -- to say nothing of the loss of life, which was about 23,000, last I looked. Which is, of course, insane.

For the county, this means one of our biggest reliable sources of income isn't at all reliable right now. Additionally, the state has said it will be cutting its expenditures for 2020 by anywhere from 20-50%. These cuts will affect money we as a county have already spent, mind, and had planned on for the future. 

To make it relatable (and vastly simplify): Let's say you work for Widget Corp. The widgets you make are vital to the well-being of the most vulnerable people in your community. Your boss lets you know that you'll need to keep making the widgets but that he won't pay you for your work for some indeterminate length of time. And that when you do see the money, it will be somewhere between 20-50% of what you'd expected and will include the widget-making period before the current crisis even started. You can't stop making widgets, however, because it would make the lives of those around you significantly worse.

That's where we are with income source 1.

With 2, it's a lot more straightforward. Our county is home to the Baseball Hall of Fame, the Glimmerglass Festival, and about four dozen baseball-adjacent tourist attractions. The bulk of the income on this line is earned from May - September. The Hall of Fame induction weekend alone was going to be a huge money-maker. With just a few exceptions, all of those economic drivers will be shut down this year. Which is the right call, mind.

But it has repercussions. Our sales tax receipts are already down by about 27% for April. The next few months should look like the elevator scene in The Shining, just in terms of the red ink. This won't be getting better anytime soon. 

The last calculation was that we'd be out about $12.2 million in 2020, which doesn't include the money we should be getting from New York State, which may or may not turn up and will be 20-50% less of what we'd budgeted for.

This is maybe (MAYBE) something we could ride out somehow. We've pulled a bunch of projects, like a fire training center, that were going to start this year. Budgets could be slashed and slashed again. If this were income were the only issue, we might bruised but not broken.

There's more terrible news to come, because of course there is.

One of the functions of the county is to collect property taxes, then cut checks to the school districts for their share. It's like what the state does with the county's federal funds. We operate like a big funnel for the schools in the county and this is the time of the year when we give them their dollars. Only, in a good year, we generally float about $9 million in unpaid property taxes. This year isn't going to be a good year and the non-payment rate will likely be much higher. 

Still. We have to make the schools whole, even though our income isn't coming in. And we have to pay our payroll taxes and for employee health insurance. And, of course, payroll.**** Those are bills we don't have the option to ignore. Laying off 58 people, in addition to the other immediate cuts we could make, buys us some fiscal breathing room.

There will be more cutting to come, especially to services that we offer but are not required to perform. We're hoping to find efficiencies in the work we do, which will likely mean combining offices that will lead to more positions being cut. None of this is ideal. All of the other options are worse.

Ours isn't the only county dealing with this. Now that we're starting to wrap our heads around the virus itself, we'll now need to reckon with the financial fallout. It's going to be ugly everywhere

There is no magic wand to make it go away. The federal government, however, is currently debating a relief package -- the Direct Support for Communities Act (which is part of the HEROES act) -- that includes funds for state and local governments. The house has passed it -- and now it is in Mitch McConnell's Senate.***** If it passes there, which is a long-shot, it'll need to be signed by the president, which is a longer-shot, unless it isn't because who knows what he'll do at any given moment. 

But this is our best hope right now to ameliorate some of the pain we're in and will continue to push through. Call your personal U.S. House member and your Senators, even if you think they are a lost cause. Tell them to help local governments -- you know, the ones closest to the people they represent -- keep jobs and services their communities need. 

It'll take all of five minutes and you'll get to feel all civically warm inside for the rest of the day. 

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* I spoke too soon. One was reported today.

** Like God to Larry to you to the cleaners but with less popcorn.

*** but would provide them regardless because it's the right thing to do.

**** for this (hopefully) temporary cash flow problem, the county is getting a loan called a RAN. We hope to not actually touch it, let it earn some interest, then pay it back in a year. "Hope" is the key word.

***** I know. But I'm trying to be positive, here.


Izzy Bird, noisy neighbors

35

Apparently, Ito also likes the relative freedom of Hokkaido and is “much more polite and agreeable” lately. He is in “excellent humour,” Isabella writes.

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(She started at the bottom orange dot, which is Hakodate; She is riding to the top orange dot, which is Mori.)

The ride to Mori is “wearisome and fatiguing.” There are snakes, no villages, and several very poor tea houses. Here, no one walks and everyone rides. “The men ride at a quick run, sitting on the tops of their pack saddles with their legs crossed above their horses’ necks, and wearing large hats like coal-scuttle bonnets*.”

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(Mori looks like a lovely place now.)

The quality of the horses is rapidly dropping, btw. And if you have problems with bugs/arachnids, you might want to stop reading now.

“The horses are infested with ticks, hundreds upon one animal sometimes, and occasionally they become so mad from the irritation that they throw themselves suddenly on the ground, and roll over load and rider. I saw this done twice. The ticks often transfer themselves to the riders.”

FUN.

Still, Isabella made it to Mori, found an acceptable yadoya, checked herself for ticks**, and settled in. As many modern travelers have also experienced, her fellow guests did not respect quiet hours.

“Some travelers in the next room to mine hired geishas, who played, sang, and danced until two in the morning, and the whole party imbibed sake freely.”

She gives no report on whether or not the dread samizen was played.

 

* I have attempted to find a picture. I have failed.

** presumably.


Izzy Bird, into the wild again

34

Isabella is again in the wilds. After a day’s travel, she is not completely off of the beaten track but will be soon. From the isolated lake house where she sits, she is watching a number of men dragging down the hillside a bear carcass, which they have killed with spears.

She is absolutely alone, for the first time in forever, having ridden 18 miles from Hakodate without any help. Ito is bringing up the rear with the rest of the luggage. I suspect this is some sort of penance for his untruths.

This part of Japan was long viewed as the frontier. Things are a little looser here and a little more dangerous. She compares it to how “away down in Texas” would feel to an 1870s New Yorker.

There are forest and swamps and active volcanoes. The forests, she reminds us, “are the hunting grounds of the Ainus, who are complete savages in everything but their disposition, which is said to be so gentle and harmless that I may go among them in perfect safety.”

What isn’t safe are the horses, whose already poor behavior is about to get even worse. Horses are “cheap and abundant.” Every morning, a number are driven down from the hills, corralled in villages, used as needed, then released at night. “… they are very badly used. I have not seen one yet without a sore back, produced by the harsh pack-saddle rubbing up and down the spine, as the loaded animals are driven at a run. They are mostly very poor looking.”

Heading out of Hakodate, however, Isabella was given a better mount, even though she was never able to get him to move above a slow walk.* At one point, she dismounted to walk up a steep hill and calamity ensued.

“The saddle being too loosely girthed, the gear behind it dragged it round and under the body of the horse, and it was too heavy for me to lift on his back again.”**

Fortunately, some passing Japanese merchants bringing sake to the Ainu stop to help her out.

 

* I have ridden this horse’s cousin in spirit, btw.

** I have also ridden a couple of horses who were very good at inflating themselves as you cinched the saddle, only to deflate themselves at the least opportune time. Horses, it must be said, are assholes.