When the clock chimed five, May put away her paints and brushes as the Camera Girls filed back in
one by one. There was a great deal of chattering about the day and all that had taken place.
“Tomorrow is Japan Day,” Mary told May as she took off the camera from around her neck.
“I know. I’m very excited to see what all they do.” May continued cleaning her station.
“I heard there would be a parade from the Japanese village to the Japan building,” Mary added. “It’s
first thing in the morning.”
May smiled. “I have the day off and intend to watch it all and listen to the speakers and hear the Japanese
musicians. I am quite excited.”
Mary nodded and returned May’s smile. “I hope you enjoy yourself. If I were off, I would join you, but I’ll
probably be too busy photographing people. Maybe I can come find you at lunch.”
“One of the restaurants is going to serve authentic Japa- nese food. I want to try it all,” May said with
a laugh.
Her mother never allowed Japanese food to be served in the house. on more than one occasion May
had snuck down- town to the Japanese area of Seattle—Japantown. Bordered by Yesler Way and
Dearborn on the north and south ends, and Fourth and Fourteenth Avenues on the east and west,
Japantown offered May a glimpse into a world she had only dreamed about. It was here she had
sampled a few classic dishes, but she’d never told her mother. She knew the older woman would have
been very upset to know that May was even interested in such things.
But she was.
She longed to know about her Japanese ancestors and the culture of Japan. She had tried so many
times to get her mother to open up and talk about it, but it almost al- ways resulted in either tears
or silence. Japan, her father had once told her, had been most hurtful to her mother, and she left many
bad feelings there when she got on the boat for America.
When May had first heard of the expo and its plans for promoting Japan and other Pacific Islands,
she knew she wanted to somehow be a part of it. Upon visiting, she’d seen the advertisement at
Fisher Photography for Camera Girls. When she went in to speak to the owner about the job,
somehow the conversation had turned to May being an artist. One thing led to another, and Mr. Fisher
asked if she thought she could touch up the photographs with color. May was confident she could, and
so she was hired. It turned out to be the perfect job for her, although she was also trained on the
Brownie.
from Knowing You by Tracie Peterson / Bethany House, a division of Baker Publishing Group © 2023
used by permission
The cover is lovely and the synopsis and excerpt have intrigued me, I am looking forward to reading Knowing You and the previous titles from the series. Thank you for posting about this book
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