Gardens and Tea House open April - October, Tuesday-Saturday 12:00-4:00 PM. Tea ceremony held on 2nd Saturday of each month at 2pm, year round.
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The Saginaw Japanese Cultural Center is made up of a tea house and garden and was established as a symbol of cultural exchange with Saginaw's Sister City in Japan, Tokushima. The citizens of both communities shared in the cost of the facilities and the land is jointly owned by both cities. The teahouse was designed by Tsutomu Takenaka and constructed in 1985 as a collaborative effort between the City of Saginaw and its sister city Tokushima, Japan.
Tea ceremonies are held on the second Saturday of each month at 2pm. Those interested in holding weddings or visiting the tea house should call in advance. The gardens are open throughout the year.
In addition to the Japanese Cultural Center, the Saginaw Art Museum and the Lucille B. Anderson Memorial Garden are also located nearby.
TEA CEREMONY Course Duration: 8 weeks Cost: $15 per session Class Duration: 1 hour/week Class Meets: Friday, 4:30 - 5:30 p.m. Instructor: Yoko Geeting
CALLIGRAPHY Course Duration: 6 weeks Cost: $8 per session Class Duration: 1 hour/week Class Meets: Fridays, 4:00 p.m. - 5:00 p.m. Instructor: Yoko Geeting
IKEBANA Course Duration: Unlimited Cost: $15 per arrangement (Flowers included) Class Duration: 1½ hours/week Class Meets: Wednesdays, 10:00 - 11:30 a.m. Instructor: Judy Thomas
ORIGAMI Course Duration: Unlimited Cost: $5 per session ($3 for large groups) Class Duration: 1½ hours/week Class Meets: Saturdays, 10:00 - 11:30 Instructor: Mark Dewolf-Ott
BONSAI Course Duration: Unlimited Cost: $50 per session (trees included) Class Duration: 1½ - 2 hours/week Class Meets: Saturdays, 1:30 - 3/3:30 p.m. Instructor: Fred Boehringer
PLEASE CALL (517) 759-1648 FOR FURTHER DETAILS
A Pair of Stones
Two chunks of gray-green stone,
their shapes grotesque and unsightly,
wholly unfit for practical uses --
ordinary people despise them, leave them untouched.
Formed in the time of primal chaos,
they took their place at the mouth of Lake Taihu,
ten thousand ages resting by the lakeshore,
in one morning coming into my hands!
Pole-bearers have brought them to my prefectural office
where I wash and scrub away mud and stains.
The hollows are black, deeply scarred in mist,
crevices green with the rich hue of moss.
Aged dragons coiled to form their feet,
old swords stuck in for the crown,
I suddenly wonder if they didn't plummet from Heaven,
so different from anything in this human realm!
One will do to prop up my lute,
one to be a reservoir for my wine.
The tip of one shoots up several yards,
the other has a hollow, will hold a gallon of liquid!
My five-stringed instrument leaning on the left one,
my single wine cup set on the right,
I'll dip from the hollowed cask and it will never go dry,
though drunkenness long since has toppled me over.
Every person has something he loves,
and things all yearn for a companion.
More and more I fear that gatherings of the young
no longer will welcome a white-haired gentleman.
I turn my head, ask this pair of stones
if they'd consent to keep an old man company.
And though the stones are powerless to speak,
they agree that we three should be friends.