Diary of Louise Fillmore Blancaflor

December 10, 1944

Last night was quiet. The only sound I heard was the tail of the cow hitting the side walls of her shelter.

No planes this morning. There were three Japanese planes that flew over during the late evening and headed toward the east.

People are now harvesting rice in the rice fields behind our house. Our maid, Puding, is also harvesting, and John, our cook, will join the harvesters this afternoon. They get paid for their labor.