My father I’m proud of
father got married to a woman whose father had cultivated mikans. At first he
helped his father-in-law with his work, working for a company. He grew mikans
in the way a farmers' union told him. He sprayed preservatives on mikans before
a harvest and weed-killers several times a year.
Watching earthworms decreasing and the soil worsening year after
year, Father thought if a farmer exhausted the soil, he couldn't get a good
crop. And with their bare hands people peel mikans, which agricultural
chemicals remain behind, and put pieces of sections in their mouths with them.
He thought he would stop the way of making them as usual and change into a safe
Therefore hi retired from the firm and began to make mikans
without using dangerous agricultural chemicals for himself. His principal is to
cultivate mikans safe for people. Neighbors and members of the farmers'
cooperative ridiculed him.
"Does he cut the grass with a mower without spraying
weed-killers? Can he continue such hard labor?"
"Don’t mikans decay without preservatives? Can he make mikans
in such a way?"
father had confidence in his way of making mikans and that they would sell well
without fail. But he didn't know how to sell mikans and in the first year he
didn't find a buyer. Then he remembered the words of the union's leader: though
your fields are in bad condition, a union sells your mikans as a union member.
If you withdraw from membership, your mikans will only decay. He thought he
would overcome his problems and looked for a broker who dealt in organic
fruits. A broker was interested in Father's mikans and bought them. Since then
customers have increased little by little. He succeeded in expanding the market
by great effort. One day when Father came home from a customer, Mother looked
at his shoes and cried. The sole of his shoes were worn out and she could see
his socks though he had worn them only half a year.
Father often says, "I make mikans for my sons and daughters.
I don't want them to eat mikans that chemicals were sprayed on. Parents hope
their children are in good health." My brothers, sister and I have seen my
parents working, drenched with sweat, covered with weeds and shivering with
cold. He has devoted himself to his labor. No one equals Father in enthusiasm
for making mikans. I’m asked, "What kind of work does your father
have?" I answer with pride "he makes mikans."