HAIL TO THE VOLUNTEERS
With the publication of this special Commemoration
issue of the Manzanar Free Press, we salute the original volunteers who
arrived on this former barren and desolate soil of Manzanar on March 21,
1942.
Local county papers wrote about the spectacular rise
of this strange mushroom city. Within a few months after the first handful
of evacuees arrived, a population peak of 10,000 persons was
reached. The first of the reception centers to be established, Manzanar
(formerly Owens Valley Reception Center) became a relocation center
under the new WRA. To date 10 such centers have been constructed for the
housing of Japanese from the many reception centers on the Pacific
Coast.
It was a new experience for all of us. We hope it
will never have to happen again. For the majority of us, we have learned
lots of things. Easy going collegians sprung into adulthood over
night.
LITTLE WILLIE
Little Willie feeling mean
Fed his sister Paris Green
As she lay in agony
Willie boy was full of glee.
It was in the Nov. 14 Saturday issue of the Free
Press when Little Willie was born. It was then that Little Willie shot
his sister rat-tat-tat.
OFF THE RECORD
Who was the person who told us this one: "What do
robbins eat, Mummy?" "Worms, dear."
"And what do worms eat?" "The dead robbins, darling."
. . .And when pop said, "Here comes the parade, and auntie is upstairs
waving her hair," sonny boy replied, "Gosh, pop, cant we afford a
flag?". . .A lady went to a photo studio and asked the man if it
was possible to enlarge a picture of her late husband as well as to take his hat off. The
photographer was overly gracious and stated, "We
can remove the hat from the film, madam, but what was the color of your husband's
hair?" She replied sharply, "Don't be silly! You can see for yourself
when you take his hat off." . . . "Why don't you stay away from those
places?" said the guy as his gal told him she got her nose broken
in three places . . . "Oh, doctor, I'm so scared about the
operation scar; do you think it will show?" "That young lady, is
entirely up to you.". . .
LOCAL SUBJECTS
Wonder when Mas Tanibata will fork over the $4 that
we won from him in a bet?... . Same goes for Sam Aoki. . .And was it Sus
Yokomizu who asked if shorthand could be taken down with a long arm? . .
. The only thing that Ken Ozeki can take down in short-hand is the
famous "three little words." . . .
THE MEMORY TRAIL
There's memory trail that winds away
From someone's heart to yours today
A friendly trail of tender thoughts
All fragrant with forget-me-nots
Across the miles with friendship true
I take the memory trail to you.
E. V. Bramerd.
IN THE LAST 10-1/2 MONTHS
It was in the last days of April that we hit
Manzanar, but we've observed lots of things (some unprintable) since
then. . . People coming into camp, people resettling, boys going out on
furloughs to the beet fields, boys coming back home and all things that
war can't stop such as births, deaths, love, marriages, etc.. . Nature
did her share by capping the mountains with snow, blowing our famous
dust from one end of camp to the other, forming ice everywhere,
shifting our cold, stiff wind from north to south, and south to north.
Forever left imprinted in our memories will be the
weinie bakes by the cool, clear creek, press prom, dinner dances, new
friendships, long days, Indian summer, and crispy bright nights.
A typical day meant getting up just early enough for
breakfast, dashing (?) to work, lunch time with a slough of friends,
chinning at the canteen, back to work, and home. Many spent leisure time
crochetting, knitting, woodcarving or drawing, while social events
hailed the young set to the Evening Under the Stars, talent
shows, shindigs, and movies.
SOLITUDE
Laugh and the world laughs with you;
Weep and you weep alone
For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth
But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing and the hills will answer
Sigh it is lost on the air
The echoes bound to a joyful sound
But shrink from voicing care.
Rejoice and men will seek you,
Grieve and they turn and go
They want full measure of your pleasure
But they do not need your woe
Be glad and your friends are many
Be sad and you lose them all
There are none to decline your nectared wine,
But alone you must drink life's gall.
Feast and your halls are crowded
Fast and the world goes by
Succeed and give and it helps you live
But no man can help you die
There is room in the halls of pleasure
For a long and lordly train
But one by one we must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox