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March 29, 1942

Palm Sunday! Catesy and I went to church in the Father’s garden. The minister prayed for peace, and an earnest congregation joined him. When the soloist sang “Palms,” I recalled most vividly another Palm Sunday under different circumstances, when as a young girl of sixteen I had sung the same solo.

Catalino sent us a good meal, and we enjoyed every morsel. If only we could share our cooked food with those who were less fortunatel But already Catesy was worrying about our finances, and our budget was stretched to the breaking point by feeding our two friends.