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… Read More »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… Read More »February 6, 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),… Read More »February 5, 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… Read More »February 3, 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… Read More »February 1, 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… Read More »January 31, 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… Read More »January 30, 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… Read More »January 28, 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… Read More »January 27, 1942