I lived there then. Probably the most horrible place I can remember from my childhood.
I lived there as a kid in the mid 1950's after moving from the Washington Heights housing area near Tokyo. My father was active US Army (CWO) Our apartment unit was on a ground floor wing at the very back near the swimming pool. I spent a lot of time playing around in that pool on those hot summer days! I remember taking tennis lessons at the tennis court they had on top of the roof area and did a lot of things in the hobby shop area such as building model airplanes,ships and even a plastic dinosaur skeleton model and other stuff that youngster did in those days. I remembered how a lot of kids would resell their older comic books out on the hallway floors. Oh yea, and those frequent earthquake tremors that would cause some occasional excitement!There is a lot more I could share, but,I am sure there is a lot I had forgotten. It is amazing how much I have remembered from my time there.
I was there in 56/57 in 6th grade. Lived in the back wing ground floor on the pool side. Probably in the first unit around the corner from the 'club'. Pretty much had free run of Green Park and have many found memories. Recall taking the DOD bus (unaccompanied) to Yokota and Tachikawa frequently. Also spent time in nearby local community where there was a lake (large pond) with rowboats one could rent. Aug 2015
I was there 59-63 but was very young. I was in Kindergarten there. Not many memories other than the pool, a playground and our maid. I remember our maid taking me with her when she went shopping. She would make me origami swans and have a bowl of rice for me when I got out of school.
My father was stationed at Tachikawa from 1961 to 1964. We lived in B wing on the side where part of C wing was missing.. Was there when there was a fire on the 3rd floor of B wing. I was there when they found a unexploded bomb behind F wing. Used the pool a lot. Snuck into the halls that were closed off down in the underground wings. A lot of stuff would be worth a lot of money. Zero parts since it was a factory during the war. To this day I still have a Japanese fighter pilots cloth helmet that I found in there. I was only 9 when I was there..
My father was stationed at Tachikawa from '61 to '63 or '64. We lived in D-308 in Green Park. At age 4, I attended a Japanese kindergarten school in Musashino. The following year I think I did the "American" kindergarten somewhere in the basement of Green Park. Then first grade somewhere out the back gate of Green Park. I think there was a round building near or on the way to that school (we walked) that was a dentist office. I remember the pool. And the unexploded bomb. And children's movies in the GP theatre on Saturday mornings. It was a different time and a great experience. I enjoyed Japan.
My father was stationed at Fuchu from May 1964 until December 1966. During that time our family (my older two sisters, mom and dad) lived at Green Park, in A-317, which was on the front of the facility 3rd floor top left. My father was a captain/major in the USAF during that time and was a pilot. I attended Kindergarten, first and part of second grade at the American school beyond the back gate. I remember my Kinder teacher's name was Mrs. Ghetti (sp?). I have fond memories of our time in Japan...especially at Green Park. I remember the beauty salon just inside the front lobby on the right. My mom, myself and my sisters frequented the salon! I do remember Saturday movies, which were 10 cents, popcorn 10 cents and a drink 5 cents...my 25 cent allowance always covered the movies! Although I was too young, my sisters used to go to the teen club on Friday nights while my parents socialized at the officer's club,. I remember there were slot machines in the bar. The officers and spouses (generally women at the time) spent many hours in the club. Charlie was the bartender...he and the club manager at the time Roy. I remember their names as our close GP friends had Green Park Reunions in Las Vegas at the Imperial Palace, during the early 1980s until 2000, and those two gentlemen would come to those reunions from Japan. We had a maid, Otake (I believe that was her last name), who I would go home with on the weekends into the small village, where I would spend time with her daughters, and I learned fluent Japanese at a young age. I also remember getting lost in the Tokyo train station with Otake, but was found fairly quickly as I was a red headed freckled face American child among thousands of Japanese people. Again, such fond memories from GP, and happy to find this blog. My best friend in GP was Valerie Perry, whom I have kept in contact with over the years. Sadly, my father passed away in January of 2014 at the age of 83...our whole family would agree GP was a very special place, and one we will never forget!
Post a Comment