By Sarashina, Ivan Morris
"As I Crossed a Bridge of goals" is a distinct autobiography within which the nameless author often called woman Sarashina intersperses own reflections, anecdotes and lyrical poems with debts of her travels and evocative descriptions of the japanese geographical region. Born in advert 1008, woman Sarashina felt an acute experience of depression that led her to withdraw into the extra congenial realm of the mind's eye - this deeply introspective paintings offers her imaginative and prescient of the area. whereas slightly alluding to definite elements of her existence similar to marriage, she illuminates her pilgrimages to temples and mystical goals in beautiful prose, describing a profound emotional trip that may be learn as a metaphor for all times itself.
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But when I told them, not long before Father died, that we went there on a sleigh; how the place looked; how the room where Grandpa was looked; that he was blind and was sitting on the side of the bed; they had to admit that I had some recollection of it. That was the only time I saw Mother's father, as he was quite old and died shortly after this visit. But of Grandma (on Mother's side) [Carolina Andersdotter] I have a more clear remembrance. She visited us while we lived in a place called Orremåla, and stayed quite a long time.
My mother, [Anna Brita Carlsdotter] was born at Målen, Södra Vi Parish. Father and Mother went there on a visit when I was a little tot so young that they thought it impossible for me to have any remembrance of it. But when I told them, not long before Father died, that we went there on a sleigh; how the place looked; how the room where Grandpa was looked; that he was blind and was sitting on the side of the bed; they had to admit that I had some recollection of it. That was the only time I saw Mother's father, as he was quite old and died shortly after this visit.
Around this court was built the cow barn (kohuset), horse barn (stallet), sheephouse ( fårahuset), hay barn (lada), and a barn where all the grain was housed and threshed. This was the largest building, and here we had a threshing floor on which the threshing was done with flails. We would get up at one or two o'clock in the morning and thresh until daybreak, when we would have something to eat, do the chores, and the men would hitch up the oxen and start to the timber for the day's work. For two or three years I had to be along more or less all of the time and do what I could, and it Page 14 was by no means a pleasant task to get up at that time in the morning in the middle of winter.
As I Crossed a Bridge of Dreams: Recollections of a Woman in 11th-Century Japan (Penguin Classics) by Sarashina, Ivan Morris