Gladys Savary

Gladys Savary

(June 2, 1893 — September 14, 1985), restauranteur. Because of her being married to a French national, she was not interned by the Japanese with Allied civilians in Manila.

December 8, 1943*

(*Undated but entry itself dates it to December 8, 1943) I should address this page to General MacArthur: Dear Mr. General: Please send a plane

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December 10, 1943*

(*Dated only as December, but from the context of the entry, likely two days after December 8, 1943) Three December 8’s have passed. How many

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June 22, 1944*

(*Undated, but in portion mentioning Summer of 1944; mention of Battle of Trasimeno dates entry to June 21-24, 1944) This time last year the African-Italian

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July 4, 1944

—The Glorious Fourth—and I don’t dare hang out the American flag, but I have been admiring it all day, hung up in the bathroom. Can’t

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July 27, 1944

A highly exciting week? What with His Nibs (did I mean Hitler?) reported dead, the high mortality among Jap generals, rumors flying about with the

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August 4, 1944

I went to Santo Tomas yesterday with Dorothy’s pass for renewal. Saw old Mrs. G. who looks so ill. Her husband is still in Fort

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September 21, 1944

This day, so long expected, Manila was bombed. From practically orchestra seats in my house between two airfields, in a street lined with gasoline dumps,

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September 22, 1944

We got off to an early start—no gas, no electricity, no telephone; but we have charcoal. The air siren sounded this morning before we got

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September 25, 1944

We are somewhat disappointed. No raids since the 22nd, although many alarms were sounded. Current is on again, and we hear the local radio announced

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November 24, 1944

A strange world we live in! The most welcome sound is the smooth and easy drone of our own planes, the most eagerly awaited sight

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January 9, 1945

The Great Day, our Great Day! The troops have landed on Luzon, at Lingayan Bay. That’s just where the Japs landed. I had my money

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January 23, 1945

“. . . and Sheridan only twenty miles away.” So runs the old poem. If we had a poet in our midst, we might do

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January 28, 1945

Barter Clothes Shoes Hatrpins Planes Stockings Walter Robb General’s birthday Rum, Money What an assortment of memoranda! I couldn’t sleep the other night and I

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January 31, 1945

I’m wrong again, as usual. I haven’t been right yet, so I should be accustomed to that state of affairs. For weeks, ever since the

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February 1, 1945

Sheridan, I mean MacArthur, is getting closer. It’s fantastic, living so close to big goings-on, and to see nothing but planes overhead, intent on big

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February 2, 1945

When some of our friends evacuated to the Batangas coast, Nasugbu and Calatagan, I was urgently invited to join them. There’s quite a little colony

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February 3, 1945

’Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house . . . No, that’s not night, I’m mixed up. All through the house everybody’s

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February 4, 1945

Sunday, came the dawn. We had stayed up most of the night, but no liberation our side. The city is in flames across the river,

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February 5, 1945

Monday. Last night there was terrific shelling near Fort McKinley, as well as we could judge. That is to the south of us. Nearby, on

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February 6, 1945

We were up all night—we never all go to bed all at once, anyhow. The children were in the air-raid shelter but its walls are

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February 8, 1945

It sounds like the real McCoy now. We’ve fed the children in the air-raid shelter, got Felie fixed for the night. She has suffered terribly

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February 9, 1945

I got up very early this morning after several sorties during the night to see what was doing. We all had a little sleep. Even

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February 9, 1945

Friday, 6 p.m. The bombing has been terrific all afternoon, and many more fires are burning in our neighborhood. The Japanese are loading their stores

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February 10, 1945

This must be the 10th. If so, it’s Saturday. This has been a twenty-four hours without parallel. There was a real battle just beyond our

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February 11, 1945

Wottaday, wottaday, last night we fought fire all night. Janson spent the night on the roof of the servants’ quarters nearest the wall by the

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February 12, 1945

Monday. Weariness threw me last night and I gave up, with the story half told. We had some of the officers to dinner with us

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February 13, 1945

Yesterday was wonderful, both wonderful and sad. The Americans are here, but it seems it is not yet over. The battle in the center of

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February 16, 1945

I sallied forth today to stock up on food. The market is burned, but people are bringing in a few fish and eggs and vegetables

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February 25, 1945

Sunday. A fine Pepys am I but events move too fast to record. The massacre of the white people in this town sounds unbelievable, but

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