January 5, 1942
Yesterday was hectic. Tremendous activity. Trucks roaring hither and yon, probably en route to the front which has been established (so someone told me over… Read More »January 5, 1942
Yesterday was hectic. Tremendous activity. Trucks roaring hither and yon, probably en route to the front which has been established (so someone told me over… Read More »January 5, 1942
Jap soldiers came into the kitchen today with an interpreter, wanting to cook their food on our stoves. They are the Bay View Hotel guard… Read More »January 4, 1942
] didn’t go to bed. Mr. P-———— , an oil man caught here en route to India, has been staying in the house. He was… Read More »January 3, 1942
I went to market this morning and stocked up with all sorts of things. Prices have gone up dreadfully. It is now eight in the… Read More »January 2, 1942
A fine New Year’s Day—with a faint tinge of hangover and the Japs, like Sheridan, only twenty miles away—more or less. Mostly less. I understand… Read More »January 1, 1942
The open city idea isn’t working. We sat yesterday under three hours and twenty minutes of constant bombing, formations of nine planes being always in… Read More »December 29, 1941
A fine diary this is. I must think I’m a Shirer, only different. I was one of those who thought it couldn’t happen here—that the… Read More »Sunday, December 28, 1941
Well, the Powers that Be have gone—sort of sneaked out quietly. The girls from the High Commissioner’s office came over the day before they left… Read More »December 26, 1941
Here we are, well into the second week of our war. It seems years, but it’s exactly a week ago yesterday since Nick handed me… Read More »December 16, 1941