Saturday, February 3, 1945
February 3, 1945
The same half-boring, half-scary life. Early in the afternoon Papa, Frank and Nong came home with 3 bayongful of money. (Papa had mortgaged the farm.)
Lydia C. Gutierrez
At the time the diary was written, the author was 14 years old, living with her family in Malate, Manila.
Sunday, February 4, 1945
February 4, 1945
After Mass we went to market again. The girls dropped by from home and told us that Emy said that there was news from the
Thursday, February 8, 1945
February 8, 1945
Few people walked out in the streets because of the shelling. The shrapnels fell like scattered stones on rooftops. By midnight shells came nearer. Frank
Friday, February 9, 1945
February 9, 1945
We awoke hearing the rumbling of tanks. We thought they were American tanks but we were mistaken. We spent the whole morning downstairs. We only
Saturday, February 10, 1945
February 10, 1945
When it got bright we started fixing our house. We were preparing the whole day to run away. For my knapsack I got a nepa
Sunday, February 11, 1945
February 11, 1945
We had breakfast and started doing our housework but once in a while we would jump down the trapdoor to the dugout because of the
Monday, February 12, 1945
February 12, 1945
We went back to our place and cleaned up the debris and swept inches and inches of ashes which burned our feet. Then we soaked
Tuesday, February 13, 1945
February 13, 1945
Papa cooked some cassava and we ate it with sugar. Also a sip each of coffee. We didn’t care to eat. Now there is a