A Visit to the Hiroshima Peace Memorial Park and Museum

I remember when I first heard of the city of Hiroshima. It was around my teenage puppy fat era that I went through circa fourteen years old. Several sequential high school history lessons focused on the US/Japanese relations around the time of World War Two. As one of the subjects I was most keen on and very much unlike her despairing physics counterpart, there was no real challenge for my history teacher in keeping me engaged.

bridge Hiroshima peace park

Indeed, I could have regurgitated more to you then about the intricacies of European history then than I could now. The passage of time has a way of grating away the crisper details of a once sponge-like adolescent brain. I still remember the tears that rolled, during one class, from the innocent eyes of a fellow classmate, whose heritage was part Japanese. The horror of the atrocities documented in our textbooks, the onus of having it confirmed verbally by a teacher who we respected unquestionably, was too much for her to contain.

It was for these reasons and my Dad’s insistence, bordering on assertion that I must not go to Japan without visiting Hiroshima that alongside Tokyo and Kyoto, it became one of the three essential cities firmly ingrained into an itinerary for a Japan trip that had not even been conceived at that stage let alone pinned down in time.

Hiroshima Peace Park Fountain

Nobody visits the memorial museum in Hiroshima without anticipating a level of emotional upset but nothing quite prepared me for the profound impact of visiting a city like this until I actually arrived in person. I chose to write about it partly to share my own reflections but mostly to fulfill a promise we made that day.

The Hiroshima Peace Memorial Park

Upon stepping off the tram at the Peace Park stop, we crossed the road to find ourselves immediately inside the Hiroshima Peace Park grounds. With broad boulevards, spotlessly groomed lawns and bursts of spring blossoms, the very layout exuded a dignified tranquility. Benches were a-plenty and contrary to what I expected, it seemed there were just as many locals seated contentedly under the midday sun as there were tourists pointing lenses at the memorial statues.

gardens Hiroshima

The A-Bomb Dome (atomic bomb dome) as it has long been referred to, is perhaps the most visually striking preservation of the literal moment of impact when the bomb was dropped. In the aftermath of the bombing, the Genbaku Dome was the only remaining building still standing. The decision was made to maintain and preserve the original wreckage after initially dividing opinion among local citizens, some of whom were unsurprisingly wary of the heartbreaking memories it would evoke.

Hiroshima Dome Japan

Paper Cranes and the Children’s Peace Monument

And the touching sentiments continued when we saw the Children’s Peace Monument, the creation of which was inspired by the story of a young girl, Sadako, who had survived Hiroshima but several years later, developed acute leukaemia as a result of radiation exposure. She believed that building a thousand origami paper cranes could make a wish come true and during her illness, she redirected her energy into paper creases and clean folds.

origami paper crane tradition Hiroshima

Sadly, she lost her battle with leukaemia before she reached a thousand cranes but her friends vowed to continue the project in her memory. The story soon spread with the help of local journalists and both financial contributions and paper cranes flooded in from across the globe. With those donations, a memorial statue was erected specifically to honour the children of Hiroshima.

Children's Peace Memorial Monument Hiroshima

To this day, the Hiroshima Peace Memorial Park continues to receive parcels full of hand crafted paper cranes from Japan and around the world.

Children's Peace Monument Hiroshima

We continued our foray into the park, bemused by the sombre yet inspiring ambience conjured up in this open space. An eternal flame burns in the park and the cenotaph contains the names of the tens of thousands of victims of the Hiroshima bombing. Everywhere, there are memories and tributes but everywhere here, there is a plight for peace.

At least on the outside.

Sadako's paper cranes Hiroshima

The Memorial Museum

The interiors of the peace memorial museum are lined with glass cabinets encasing the remnants of destroyed families and torn souls. We learn of the poison that filled the city when the black rain that followed the atomic bomb would continue to leave a trail of ailments in generations to come.

black rain Hiroshima atomic bomb

We see the tricycle buried by a crestfallen bereaved father, one he sheltered beneath the soil in the aftermath of the attack and excavated decades later on one of his son’s significant birthdays. We read of a studious, dilligent teenage victim who awoke in a hospital bed, whose only concern was whether school were aware of his absence and whether he would be scolded for truancy.

tricycle in museum Hiroshima

More than objects and words alone, the museum houses the lasting legacies of innocent people who could never have anticipated how their worlds would come crashing down that day – in the most literal sense of the phrase.

When we first stepped into the Hiroshima Peace Memorial Museum late in the afternoon, we were already aware that much of the museum was closed for refurbishment. Nevertheless, the usher at the museum entrance, on hearing us speaking in English, hurriedly told us we had arrived just in time for a talk. Oblivious to what he was referring to, our initial assumption was that he may have been trying to sell us tickets to an additional extra going on in the museum. But this is not the way of the gracious Japanese people. In actual fact, he was hospitably encouraging us to attend an in-house and entirely complimentary presentation in English that was about to start within minutes of our arrival.

peace park museum Hiroshima

Ashamed of our cynical assumptions, we dutifully followed his lead. Inside, we sat with approximately ten other visitors and listened to a PowerPoint presentation being given by a local Japanese lady, who seemed a similar age to my Mum. As her slides unfolded and the bullet points fell like droplets on the screen, we would learn this was no ordinary didactic presentation.

visiting Hiroshima travel blog post

The Personal Tale of a Hiroshima Local

This was a lady who was sharing the story of the Hiroshima atrocity in the context of her own personal family experience.

You see, that fateful morning when so many lives were lost, her Mother, a proud Hiroshima local, had been up and about at home, enjoying the comforting familiarity of a regular daily routine. She could never have known that an act of war, so unrepentant and unforgiving, was about to strike the city she had always called home. She could never have known that her own life would change so irreversibly and swiftly. How would she have guessed that her sister would be out on the streets when the US Army would drop a nuclear bomb on the city with consequences so far reaching that generations on, victims are still living with the physical and profoundly complex psychological sequelae.

historical places Japan Hiroshima

In the aftermath of the bombing, meandering between piles of rubble and inevitably battling the nausea of anxiety, she searched for her sister. The minutes swelled into agonising hours. The hours became the darkest days, her glimmers of hope too feeble to sense with the magnitude of recent events. But such is the resilience of so many people of that generation (or maybe it is a resilience we would all unearth if faced with the same grotesque scenarios;) somehow, she found a way to keep searching.

A Bomb Dome Hiroshima

Several days later, her prayers were answered and she found her sister in a nearby hospital.

Alive. But gravely unwell.

Her sister (our speaker’s maternal aunt) had retained her orientation and cognition despite her injuries. She was just a teenager and was the younger of the two, yet her greatest concern was the welfare of her elder sibling. Finally reunited after the anguishing uncertainty, life granted them at least a few priceless moments to seek comfort in each other.

A few days later, despite the best efforts of the overwhelmed medical teams, she lost her life.

Hiroshima Peace Park

Her father, our speaker’s grandfather, never spoke about it. In the decades that followed, he never uttered a word about the bombing, about the gruelling experience of losing his daughter, his trauma festering in a tragic cloud of silence.

As the lecture drew to a close, we left in almost a state of rigidity, stunned by the the insight we had just been given. My throat struggled to bottle up the tears yet I felt almost ashamed to show such weakness in the presence of those who breathe such courage.

visiting Hiroshima memorial

We later found out that the speaker had only learned to speak English a few years earlier, now feeling confident enough in the language to be able to give a museum presentation for nearly an hour.

On concluding her presentation, her final message was a simple one, heartfelt but highly necessary one: “This is my Mother’s story,” she muttered softly with the same warm tones she had exuded throughout the session. “Please, when you go back home, please share my Mother’s story. Please tell your friends and your family what happened. Please don’t let my Mother’s story be forgotten.

one day trip Hiroshima

We promised we would. And I hope that in penning out what I heard that day, if even just one other person reads this, I hope I have helped to keep her Mother’s story alive so that the experiences of those who were there during the Hiroshima bombing are never forgotten, so that we all strive to build a world where this never happens again.

As we walked out of the doors of the Peace Park and Memorial Museum, we saw a heavily bruised petition calling for international nuclear disarmament. I am rarely politically-minded, particularly when I am traveling but never before have I signed a document with such haste.

Have you ever visited the scene of a historical tragedy?

24 thoughts on “A Visit to the Hiroshima Peace Memorial Park and Museum

  1. I’ve been to the USS Arizona Memorial in Pearl Harbor more times than I can count, and the first thing that I thought of while reading this post is how similar the Pearl Harbor Memorial and the Hiroshima memorials are. I think that even the shape of the memorials look similar. In Hawaii, you can also see the remains of the ships, left where they were sunk, and we say that the sailors are on eternal patrol. Before you are allowed on the boat that takes you to the memorial, you have to watch a video that explains what happened, why, and what the consequences were. It also asks you to “remember, honor, and understand” Pearl Harbor.

    Hiroshima was on a completely different level than the Pearl Harbor attack. I am not trying to compare the level of tragedy, but the point that I am trying to make is that it is all so needless, so senseless, and I hope that we can learn from these tragedies and never let them happen again. Very timely post especially as the US chooses its next leader.

    1. Shikha (whywasteannualleave) November 4, 2016 — 8:46 pm

      Thank you so much for sharing your experiences of visiting the Pearl Harbour Memorial Carolann. It really sounds so similar in a lot of ways as we were also shown a video about Hiroshima before we went round themuseum and with what you are saying about the memorials looking similar. A loss of an innocent life is a loss of an innoent life regardless of where in the world and what the circumstances are so I totally understand why your visits to the Pearl Harbour memorial must have been every bit as heartbreaking as ours was in Japan. I wish that we could say that these atrocities have proved we will never repeat such things as a society but it’s so sad to see some of the horrors still taking place internationally even in this day and age.

    1. Shikha (whywasteannualleave) November 4, 2016 — 8:48 pm

      I physically struggled not to cry as I walked around the museum Emma, especially when reading the heartbreaking stories of the victims and their recovered belongings with all the stories they hold.

  2. How moving it must have been, visiting this museum and hearing that lady’s story. Such a tragic series of events

    1. Shikha (whywasteannualleave) November 4, 2016 — 8:51 pm

      It really was Suze and I had a lot of respect for her bravery and courage in standing up and sharing her Mother’s heartbreaking story in front of us.

  3. Planes & Champagne October 31, 2016 — 5:42 am

    What a touching post and thank you for sharing this with the blogging world! I’m heading to Japan in January and whilst we haven’t yet planned our itinerary I most certainly have a reason to visit this moving city and pay tribute to the tragedy that occurred here

    1. Shikha (whywasteannualleave) November 4, 2016 — 8:53 pm

      Thank you so much for reading it. The lady who told us her family story requested us time and again to tell our loved ones of her Mother’s experience so I am so grateful you read. I fell in love with Japan as a country and definitely highly recommend a stop in Hiroshima even if it’s just for a day or a night. Feel free to ask if you want any other tips on Japan 🙂

  4. Such a sad post to read but a lovely thing for you have written about xxx

    1. Shikha (whywasteannualleave) November 4, 2016 — 8:54 pm

      Thank you so much for reading it Gary. I just wanted to share her story after she was open and brave enough to share it with those of us who were visiting that day.

  5. A very moving but important site to visit, thanks for sharing with us.

    1. Shikha (whywasteannualleave) November 4, 2016 — 8:57 pm

      Thank you Becky. It was a really sad environment to be walking around in but I am so glad I went as it gave me so much more insight into what happened and how it affected the locals and the community as compared to what I would ever have understood prior to visiting.

  6. Miriam @londonkitchendiaries November 3, 2016 — 11:44 am

    What an interesting blog post. It must have been very emotional to visit a place with so much history. Thanks for writing about your experience and sharing it with us!

    1. Shikha (whywasteannualleave) November 4, 2016 — 9:04 pm

      Thank you Miriam. Very emotional but I think it was a really worthwhile and valuable experience to go.

  7. Oh gosh this must have been so interesting yet difficult at the same time. Listening to the lady at the museum sounds heartbreaking. I would really like to visit though, I’d say it is a good experience.

    1. Shikha (whywasteannualleave) November 4, 2016 — 9:07 pm

      It was a hard place to visit Ash but so humbling & insightful and they’ve set it up in such a peaceful, dignified and elegant way so it feels like a very tranquil place in which to honour the victims and the community that witnessed & lived through it.

  8. It’s very tough to visit sites like this, but I do think it is important for us to remember – I hope it helps humanity to learn from it’s mistakes. I visited the Killing Fields when I was in Cambodia last month, it was so hard to hear the details of what happened, but I think its a sign of respect to visit.

    1. Shikha (whywasteannualleave) November 12, 2016 — 11:22 am

      I can only imagine how upsetting & moving it must have been to visit the killing fields Keri. I haven’t been myself but my husband has and that’s exactly what he mentioned to me when we were in Hiroshima. But you’re right – so important we visit them to help us learn and pay our respects.

  9. Absolutely heartbreaking story, Shikha. I plan to visit soon and already am preparing myself emotionally, even though, like you said, nothing can prepare you for this. I remember visiting Jewish Quarter in Prague where the walls in one of the synagogues were covered with thousands of names of all the Jewish people who died during WW2. I stood there crying, feeling the pain for all the innocent lost lives. It all is horrible and like Carolann noted, so needless.

    1. Shikha (whywasteannualleave) November 12, 2016 — 11:38 am

      I must say that even though I went to Prague with my family many years ago, I don’t think we properly explored the Jewish quarter & I wish we had to pay our respects to all those innocent victims. I always think that if we can feel so emotional and moved just reading the names & hearing the stories, I cannot even begin to comprehend what the victims and families must have experienced. Will definitely be interested to hear your reflections on Hiroshima Nano. x

  10. Well done for blogging about this Shikha, I found it too difficult. It’s really heart wrenching walking through the museum and reading about the events that occurred. I thought the children’s peace memorial and all the paper cranes were beautiful.
    I had a similar experience a few years back when I visited the holocaust memorial museum in Washington DC, it was hard to hold back the tears.

    1. Shikha (whywasteannualleave) November 12, 2016 — 11:43 am

      It was definitely one of the hardest posts to write Priti but I felt like I owed it to the lady who shared her story with us that day when she requested us time and again to share it with everyone back home. The story behind the paper cranes & the children’s memorial was devastating to hear but what a special way Sadako’s friends pulled together to finish the project in her memory.

  11. This is such a beautiful post, Shikha. I’ve been to some war memorials & museums, like Auschwitz, Vietnam War Museum, and Pearl Harbor, and they’re never easy to see. We can feel sad about it but we can never truly understand the horror and grief that the people went through. You wrote about the speaker’s family’s story so beautifully. I’m ashamed to say that when I went to Japan, I did briefly wonder for a moment if I should go to Hiroshima, but decided not to, because I didn’t want to feel sad again.

    1. Shikha (whywasteannualleave) November 22, 2016 — 9:13 pm

      You shouldn’t feel ashamed Anna as I can understand why you might have wanted to avoid it but I really do recommend it if you get a chance again because although it is really moving & sad, I think they’ve also done a great job at emphasising the feeling of peace and pursuit of peace and that feels quite inspiring. Thank you so much for your kind comment – I felt really unsure if I would be able to do justice to her account of her family experience but she was so keen for us to share the story that I figured, whatever way it coles out is a start. Like you say, as moved as we were, I can’t even remotely begin to understand the true extent of their horror and grief.

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