When pant legs snap shut, siblings sure come in handy for dressing! Daddy took a lot of pictures. This pic is titled, "I need some help here."
There's another photo that's not so ordinary. But Daddy didn't take it, since he's in it. See?
It has to do with a phone call I got this morning from my Mom's cousin from Hawaii--a long story--she's actually from Hawaii but was a Christian schoolteacher in California; retired; came to Japan with her husband and was helping give out the Gospel until her husband passed away. She continued working alone until God led her to a Japanese evangelist who is now her husband.
"What? Your Dad was in Okinawa for grades 4 and 5?" she asked, startled. I explained to her how Grampa Oshiro had sent the family, from Canada, to live with wealthy relatives in Okinawa when necessary during Depression years.
Framed photos on his study shelves show his family, in later years, those relatives, and still later, our family.
Coaldale Outfielder Roy...but that's not a baseball cap! and Kimiko doing Field work in College Days
Is it any wonder that, when Daddy got saved, his first response was that somebody HAD to get the Gospel message to those with whom he'd swam the creeks, slapped the mosquitos, blabbed in the local dialect? He was no preacher...but as a ballplayer he knew in order to steal second base, you can't stand around thinking about it; he just quit his job (he was a schoolteacher), took off for Bible School training, left for the foreign field. Then he found out God had a helpmeet ONE year younger than him, already trained a full term in missionary work, waiting for him there...picture perfect!
How did God manage that?
