Tanabata

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The Star Lovers and the Robe of Feathers by Frederick Hadland Davis One of the most romantic of the old Japanese festivals is the festival of Tanabata, the Weaving Lady.

It takes place on the seventh day of the seventh month, and on this occasion it was customary to place freshly cut bamboos either on the roof of houses or to fix them in the ground close behind them.

Colored strips of paper were attached to these bamboos, and upon every strip of paper was a poem.

in praise of Tanabata and her husband, Hikoboshi, such as, As Tanabata slumbers with her long sleeves rolled up, Until the reddening of dawn, Do not, O storks of the river shallows, Awaken her by your cries.

This festival will more readily be understood when we have described the legend in connection with it.

The god of the firmament had a lovely daughter by name, and she spent her time in weaving for her August father.

One day, while she sat at her loom, she chanced to see a handsome lad leading an ox, and she immediately fell in love with him.

So.

This is a Tanabata themed storyline.

They're all at the festival for Tanabata.

And as soon as they get there, the dads pressure Rama and Akane to write their names at this like this special booth that has like romance bamboo leaves.

If you write your names together, then you're fated to be together.

... a strike for copyright.

Um, next on the list of things to do, the Tanabata Matsuri, uh, which is a summer star festival with elaborate decorations and celebrations, and is held every year from August 6th to 8th, and one of, is one of the largest and most famous Tanabata celebrations in Japan.

Uh, that looked pretty neat, uh, and is held in Sendai.

Like they have Tanabata celebrations like all through the country and to varying degrees of-

He stands up, leaves the convenience store, and walks back toward the fish market.

As he walks, he passes a shopping street preparing for Tanabata.

The visual here is striking.

It is a collision of the old calendar and the new.

the Robe of Feathers by Frederick Hadland Davis

One of the most romantic of the old Japanese festivals is the festival of Tanabata, the Weaving Lady.

It takes place on the seventh day of the seventh month, and on this occasion it was customary to place freshly cut bamboos either on the roof of houses or to fix them in the ground close behind them.

Colored strips of paper were attached to these bamboos, and upon every strip of paper was a poem.

in praise of Tanabata and her husband, Hikoboshi, such as, This festival will more readily be understood when we have described the legend in connection with it.

The god of the firmament had a lovely daughter by name, and she spent her time in weaving for her August father.

one day while she sat at her loom she chanced to see a handsome lad leading an ox and she immediately fell in love with him tanabata's father reading her secret thoughts speedily consented to their marriage unfortunately however they loved not wisely but too well with the result that tanabata neglected her weaving and hikoboshi's ox was allowed to wander at large over the high plain of heaven the god of the firmament became extremely angry and commanded that these two ardent lovers should henceforth be separated by the celestial river on the seventh night of the seventh month provided the weather was favourable a great company of birds formed a bridge across the river and by this means the lovers were able to meet their all too brief visit was not even a certainty for if there were rain the celestial river would become too wide for even a great bridge of magpies to span and the lovers would be compelled to wait another weary year before there was even a chance of meeting each other again no wonder that on the festival of the weaving maiden little children should sing Tenkininadi, O weather be clear.