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Natalie Crouter

Natalie Crouter

(October 30, 1898 — October 15, 1985). Resident of Vigan and later Baguio in the Philippines. Interned by the Japanese with her family in Baguio, then Bilibid Prison in Manila.

January 24, 1942

I was not well but rested on mat after working on beans and carrots. Many children throwing up and crying in the night. No garbage

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January 27, 1942

Nakamura is proud of his camp organization and we had many bowls of flowers for the inspection, but the officer only looked in at the

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January 28, 1942

Jerry and his garbage salad marvelous! Made from pieces of lettuce cut off leaves thrown out. The lootenants told a good story of a guard

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January 30, 1942

The missionaries were called onto the court where an announcement was read that they were to be packed to go out at two! It does

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January 31, 1942

When I told Isobel she was like a heroine of drama, her baby the first American born in Igorot Barracks Concentration Camp, she could only

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February 1, 1942

Every night we meet on Pegs mat with our children, for a snack and songs. Five officers trooped in about nine. The guard tried to

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February 3, 1942

Our fifteenth wedding anniversary. Jerry came early on the back porch where we meet as he carries out the garbage cans and thus has an

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February 5, 1942

I was up at two and saw the guard covering small Diana. A seven course meal of bean soup, meat loaf (too hot with peppers),

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February 6, 1942

Peg washed my hair in a fire-bucket. Mrs. Dawson would have set it in waves, but the straight-back effect plaited into a pigtail every morning

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February 7, 1942

It costs each about P8 a month for food here and the Committee uses somewhat less than P100 a day. One Japanese ex-miner said to

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February 9, 1942

A bag came from Ismael with loaf of bread and two tins of jam we had left as their portion! We were thrilled. Nearly two

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February 10, 1942

Japanese radio claims Singapore landing and taking Tengah Airport, also bombing Sumatra. This was almost eclipsed by the furor of four pies made in the

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February 11, 1942

Bedie’s 11th birthday. I whispered a song to him with kisses. He received a bag with 12 pan de sal with “Happy birthday from Ismael

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February 13, 1942

The dentist’s hours are three to four, his dental chair is an Epsom Salt tin, his fillings are temporary, only guaranteed as far as the

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February 14, 1942

Some of the children’s valentines were very bright. June’s to Mrs. Macabee, “a dish cloth dripping with love for you”—to Daddy, “A garbage can full

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February 15, 1942

Junkin baby born in cottage hospital at 5:30, starting at midnight. What are these babies –Japanese subjects, citizens? It is Chinese New Year today also.

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February 16, 1942

With loud pounding, Nakamura and the guards waked us in the darkness, tacking a huge sign on the tree in front of barracks—headed by “NEWS”

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February 18, 1942

High school began this morning here. We were allowed half an hour on the court at 6:30. Can take husband’s arm if we walk fast,

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February 19, 1942

I went on the rampage and jacked up people about Lysoling and rolling up mattresses every day as ordered, We are military now and must

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February 20, 1942

Jerry was on the rampage over the 12 five-pound cans we had turned in—milk enough for three months for four of us. They won’t give

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February 22, 1942

There is to be no more cocoa or sugar. There is some but the Japanese won’t sell it to us. Looting has emptied many places

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February 23, 1942

Nakamura also chafes at the Inactivity. His home at the mine is looted and gone. It is war, he says. His wife has only the

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February 24, 1942

A package from Ismael with olives, chicken spread, from our own stores, plus Bedie’s and Jerry’s shorts! June made herself a sunsuit out of a

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February 25, 1942

Several people still smile as they remember how I held a vase of sweet peas in Brent office the night we were taken over and

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February 26, 1942

There are many thoughtful acts here—stronger arms doing the personal washing for older or weaker people; sharing of food packages with those who get none.

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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

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February 28, 1942

Nakamura at the Committee meeting burst forth profanely that we would not need the bomb holes in our roof mended for the rains as we

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Mar. 4, 1942

Annoyances are inevitable in such close proximity and scarcity. One woman who usually loves children hopes not to see any for months after she gets

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