Strike Camp, Middle St., Honolulu, T.-H. May 11, 1924

Dear Diary:

Another day had gone by. Do you know, as soon as we finished breakfast, I went over to Esperanza’s sleeping quarters and she was just finishing breakfast. I asked her if she has anything to do today. She said “No.” And I asked her to show me the place again. We looked into everything. The bath room, the toilet, the kitchen and do you know there are so many mango trees close by. Boy! Wait until the mangoe season is in full blossom, by that I mean when they get ripe, and that’s not far-off—it is next month, and III surely do some climbing again. I haven’t climb trees for so long, it seems. Oh well, it won’t be long now. I told Esperanza about it, and she says, “That’s good, ‘cause that means we don’t have to ask any boys to get the mangoes for us. We can get them ourselves.” And Esperanza introduced me to the other 3 girls—Sofia, Marcella, and Trinidad. I
don’t know which of this girls is the oldest, but 1 do know I am the youngest of them all. Triny is sort of snobbish—’cause she’s better looking—but she has such mannish walk. But just so they are nice to me I’ll be nice to them. And Diary, the men here play basketball and volleyball. And there are 3 women here that “cooks” and sells” “Maruya,” you know, fried bananas and other good things
to eat. Oh, I just love “Maruya.” I bought four today and gave 2 to Esperanza. Somehow Esperanza kind of fill Mary’s place; but I don’t think I’ll ever forget Mary. I do hope I’ll see her soon. Well, Diary, that’s all for now. If something new happens here I’ll let you know.

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