Sunday June 27, 1943

That’s the date in 1941 when I became actively conscious of Manila and the Philippines. I went to Vesper service and heard Fonger deliver a very excellent little sermon. I don’t remember the text but it had to do with the Psalmist during one of the captivities and one of the Epistles of Paul to Timothy, re: Don’t forget you, Jerusalem. He hasn’t much of a delivery but, profound sincerity. I told him I enjoyed it. I guess I didn’t accomplish much yesterday, really have been down in the mouth—there was a show last night and it was excellent. Bill and I made honey this morning and went to see Mr. and Mrs. Curran this afternoon; this is their 31st wedding anniversary.

Friday June 25, 1943

General Hamada made his official visit to the camp this afternoon. I wish he’d come early enough for camote beans and meat, which I think we’ve had every noon, except one, since we came here—three meals per day! Stew every night except beans and pork that have been served four times, I believe.

I’ve succumbed to a passion for reading and study of a kind. I’m keeping the monitor job for a while, Safety and Order. I may withdraw from it later, I have 6 students signed up for an Introductory History Course. I will myself take Spanish, Accounting, Literature and Economics. I hope you arrive on the scene before another six weeks has passed.

Thursday June 24, 1943

Another day—’Tis said that the barracks will not have concrete floors as advertised, the kitchens will be adequate and possibly 600 invalids and old people will be allowed to remain in Manila. Considerable antagonism to the Hitleresque method of promulgating the Camp Penal Code and I expect there’ll be plenty said at tonight’s meeting. I’m glad we had the shack at Santo Tomas, but when we settle here (if we eventually do), I want to have things to do and you without making existence so complicated that we spend all day at it.

Wednesday June 23, 1943

Things moving along as usual, some general is due to inspect the camp today, 16 planes went south this morning and the paper has an interesting item now and then. Keep looking toward your house directly behind us on the hill and wishing that we could be enjoying ourselves there. Had coffee with Lee yesterday afternoon, he is going to teach a composition course and I loaned him your book.

Saturday June 19, 1943

I’ve worn the socks, couldn’t resist, they are perfect for size and feel wonderful. Darling, I hope you and your father can come up together with the first group; that maybe within the next few weeks. I wonder for how long? We’ll have a lot of living to do and I want to get started on it. The food here is an improvement over Santo Tomas despite the wood fires and semi-open kitchen. I suppose ifs the smaller group. Bill and I fill up on fruit besides. I love you.

Wednesday June 16, 1943

Those new socks [probably knitted from string.]—wonderful! You are a darling! I’ve been hoarding sugar but I guess we’ll use some on the mush for a while. Salt and coconut milk on mush, a half-spoonful of sugar in our coffee and calamansies in our tea at night has enables us to save about a tablespoon of sugar a day for the past few weeks. We’ve brought what we could but save it for the time you and Polly will be here.

Tuesday June 15, 1943

…Yesterday we moved into the Y. Not much confusion and the only lapses involved work in the form of bed frames that were lying out in front of the building. Internees had been requested to keep hands off, but several were appropriated, in spite of all one could do. Bill and I have an excellent location. I withheld us from the draw and took what I wanted. Everyone seems quite happy… We’re eating/buying a lot of avocados, five consumed between us today (Bill and me).

Sunday June 13, 1943

Tomorrow we move to the Y, a month ago we were supposed to be in within a few days. It will be quite comfortable, but I’d prefer to stay right here. Bill mixed some grated coconut and mashed bananas with sugar for desert, quite a tasty mess. The bus returned tonight with food supplies, our notes go down tomorrow or the next day. I hope you don’t have any trouble with the peanut butter, I don’t like to ask you for anything, but we would like some of that stuff! The boys drew for spaces in the Y this morning and there was comparatively little argument. Marked and numbered the spaces this afternoon. There is indication that they’re trying to complete 10 barracks and move in an experiment; if that happens the next group from Santo Tomas will number about 400-500 and will come up about the middle of next month; we’ll see how much of a guesser I am. I certainly wish it was all over.