My first wife's parents—I never met the father, a US Army colonel who died of a coronary at thirty-seven—were stationed in Japan for a few years during the occupation, and that useful manual (or one like it, although I shouldn't imagine that there were competing treatises on offer) was still kicking around her mother's premises in the early seventies. There was also some handsome artwork that the couple had picked up for a song, since dollars could buy a lot of heirlooms during that period, and some "Maruni ware" lamps, dishes and bric-a-brac. The ex took most of that with her when she jumped ship thirty years ago, but overlooked a handsome set of bookends that I still possess.

cordially,