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February 27, 1942

I still marvel at what food craving does to individuals. The strangest acquaintances—not really friendships—spring up. One who gets gifts or purchases attracts one or two others who have none, often odd combinations. In normal times they would not see each other. Lack of food changes people generally, makes insidious inroads in many directions of the personality.

A charming baby basket was left on Ronnie’s bed and she knelt in delight before it, almost as though the baby were there. tis a market tampipi with stiff frills of white curtain material (donated and freshly laundered), a pink bow on the outside and arched bamboo at each end holding the draped mosquito net, so dainty and sweet, as pretty as from Best’s in New York! Ronnie and other expectant mothers have received small sweaters and booties knit with yarn or hand or brought in from the outside, little dresses and gowns made from all sorts of odd materlal. Dozens of women had a hand in the cutting, sewing, washing, pressing.,

The porch at evening was quiet and peaceful, no fires in the distance for the first time, and the moon was high. The campfire at the guardhouse was picturesque, with five guards and Nakamura sitting in silhouette against the blaze, I Would like a color block print of it by Ito.

We had Competition in our porch songs as the young people were all out under the moon singing and dancing. The small children gazed with enjoyment, around the fringe. June cried with homesickness and craves milk. This is hard for parents to bear.