JAPAN
Photos by Joyce McClure

Photos by Joyce McClure ()

When I first arrived at Yap International Airport after midnight on one of only two weekly flights from Guam, the air was hot and humid. My glasses fogged over as I stepped out of the airplane’s air conditioned interior.

Descending down a flight of steep metal rolling stairs onto the tarmac, I followed the line of travelers queuing up at the entrance to the small terminal that’s shaped like a traditional, steep-roofed Yap building. Chatting quietly, we inched forward – foreigners on one side, citizens of the Federated States of Micronesia on the other – for a passport check.

Once inside the terminal’s cramped one-size-fits-all luggage retrieval/customs area, a young woman wearing a rustling grass skirt placed a fragrant flower garland called a “marmar” around my neck and welcomed me to this remote island in the far western Pacific Ocean. Several marmars woven of white, pink, red and yellow tropical flowers spilled down her bare chest and a crown of fresh flowers, called a “nunu”, encircled her head.

During the five years that I lived in Yap, I received many more nunus and marmars, each one unique. Given to men and women alike, both guests and participants, for celebrations ranging from birthdays and graduations to airport goodbyes and welcomes, or simply for no reason at all, sweet-smelling flowers like plumeria are collected and woven into a tightly braided band made of strips of palm fronds and leaves.

For graduations, family members pile marmars and nunus high around each graduate’s neck and head, interspersed with brightly-colored crocheted yarn leis and strings of candy.

Traditional nunus and marmars are made by hand of all-natural materials with the skill passed down through the generations from mother to daughter. For larger occasions, a group of village women come together in the women’s house to make dozens of the head wreaths that are strung on bamboo poles to carry to the event unharmed.

On Yap Day, an annual by-Yapese-for-Yapese cultural celebration held on or around March 1st, I watched as two women sat on woven mats and demonstrated how to split the green palm fronds and braid them together, carefully choosing, plucking and weaving the flower blossoms into the green braid. Using their big toe to hold the braid taut, the process takes them only a few minutes to complete the circle. The ends are tied off but left loose for the wearer to fit to his or her own head.

Walking down the road one day, I passed by a woman and complimented her on her nunu. She immediately took it off and began to place it on my head. Surprised at the gesture, I tried to decline but she told me that it was the custom to give one’s nunu to a person who comments on its beauty. From then on, I admired them silently, not wanting to deprive the recipient of his or her flower gift.

First published on pedacitosblog.com, a community that fosters the exchange of stories, skills, and awareness between its members to promote more informed, inspired, and culturally aware global citizens.

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