Feb. 5, 1945
I was awakened by feminine shrieks of delight and men’s cries of “Hooray!” Little Walter came rushing in calling to his mother, “Mummie, come, come!… Read More »Feb. 5, 1945
Diary of Natalie Crouter
Feb. 4, 1945
About 10 A.M. we saw Carl go out the gate to join Major Wilson in receiving orders and release from Major Ebiko and Yamato, who at last… Read More »Feb. 4, 1945
Feb. 3, 1945
At dusk, we saw a silent line of Japanese in blue shirts creep from the gate to the front door. They went through the long… Read More »Feb. 3, 1945
Jan. 30, 1945
We lie on the bed or sit on Daddy’s while he draws plans for our ideal house in Baguio or Shenandoah Valley. There is no… Read More »Jan. 30, 1945
Jan. 28, 1945
Yamato brought in a piano, of all things, and it stands by the front gate. It is a big help to the children’s rhythm band.… Read More »Jan. 28, 1945
Jan. 25, 1945
Everyone is making Modernage-type chairs out of the twisted scrap iron in Bilibid. They bend the rods into shape and then slip a cover over… Read More »Jan. 25, 1945
Dec. 31, 1944
The committee on housing met and thrashed out a plan and map, but when it was posted with locations and a key diagram, there was… Read More »Dec. 31, 1944
Dec. 28, 1944
In the broiling sun, on our mat rolls, we lay surrounded by straw bags, cloth bags, and jumbled possessions, a perspiring, tired, confused crowd. About… Read More »Dec. 28, 1944
Dec. 25, 1944
The dancing and general excitement of the day, not to mention the pitiful overeating (if one can call it that), was too much for Bede.… Read More »Dec. 25, 1944