Sept. 27, 1942
Jerry brought sub-coffee, fried mush, and pomolo in sugar for early breakfast. I tied my hair back, unbraided, which seems to make me look younger,… Read More »Sept. 27, 1942
Frederick Crouter
Aug. 1, 1943
June says the little kids stomp about saying “God damn” over and over. Buddy on potty remarks, “I hope God will give me a good… Read More »Aug. 1, 1943
Dec. 25, 1943
Like spiders crawling in every direction from the center of a web, all of the 450 internees were coming from the bodega with carts, sacks, poles, ropes—anything… Read More »Dec. 25, 1943
May 5, 1944
We had a casual conversation with Father Barter last night in which we told him of Bedie digging under the house. He said he had… Read More »May 5, 1944
May 17, 1944
We had all our meals in the dugout and I spent the whole day there, resting and reading. A box is our cupboard and Dr.… Read More »May 17, 1944
May 20, 1944
Jim saw Marie Outside and told her to go ahead on selling clothes for us. Tonight Bea tells us that she has sold things and… Read More »May 20, 1944
June 2, 1944
I went to see Bedie move up to 8th grade. One more year, then high school. Sometimes there are only three study books to a… Read More »June 2, 1944
June 10, 1944
We watched the dancing. I had one waltz with Jerry and he danced many with his daughter who is learning fast and adores dance-night. Bedie… Read More »June 10, 1944
July 31, 1944
Bede has brought me some small nasturtium leaves, knowing my hunger for green. He hides them and is almost in tears at finding something for… Read More »July 31, 1944