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[Letter to Clara Breed from Louise Ogawa, Poston, Arizona, March 20, 1943]

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[Letter to Clara Breed from Louise Ogawa, Poston, Arizona, March 20, 1943]
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Poston, Ariz., March 20, 1943

(93.75.31P)

Gift of Elizabeth Y. Yamada

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A letter and envelope from Louise Ogawa written to Clara Breed.

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March 20, 1943/Dear Miss Breed,/I never seem to be able to keep my word of writing to you often--one thing or another keeps me from writing. This time it was that sweet 5 letter word "TESTS." Though in camp, school life has not changed for we still have final exams. I am now in my last semester of school. I can hardly wait for June--graduation./As I have told us before we had our ditch day and Apr. 3rd is the Jr. Sr. Prom. All the buzz buzz buzzing around school are the bee hives of girls chattering about their clothes for the Prom./
School has become quite a sad place now since the camouflage factory began. It has taken six of our faculty. Now the administration is short of teachers./After writing 16 lines, it's about time I asked you, how you are. Still your jolly, merry self I hope! How are your eyes? I heard they were bothering you. I do hope everything is alright!! We are all just fine here in Poston. We are beginning to feel the effects of the sun again. It is quite warm in the mornings and quite hot in the afternoons./March 22, 1943/After a brief intermission I am once again sitting at my desk writing to you. I hope today finds you much merrier and happier than yesterday./Thank you ever so much for the "Library Journal"! The article you wrote was very interesting. My father was having a hectic time trying to read it. Then all of a sudden he asked "I wonder who wrote these letters?" Curious to know what he was talking about I began to read it - taking it rudely from father. To my astonishment they were a part of my letter I wrote to you. I guess father knew the answer to his question by my surprised expression and flustered face. He uttered, "That's alright. The truth never hurts." Miss Breed, I was quite surprised, thrilled, yet embarrased to see it in black and white because of my poor English. Thank you for sending the article to me. I certainly would like to keep it./Miss Breed, thank you for the wonderful time I had with you last night! I think I better start from the beginning before you think I am not in the right state of mind. I had a wonderful dream last night. I left Poston on a short leave of absence and headed for good old San Diego and to you. My first stop after leaving the train was a candy store and you were right behind me too. There I saw rolls and rolls of candy. I kept asking you, "Would this chocolate candy melt before I reach home?" Before anyone could say "a ____" I asked for 5 lbs. of it. I was buying the whole store yet I left the store with the same amount of money I had when I entered it. That was because I never paid. I don't know how I got away with it either. Then I went into the Mayor's office and had my picture taken. It was the first picture I took since evacuation (11 months). Oh, everyone treated me so kindly and they were so friendly. I painted the town red, as the saying goes. Yes, I went everywhere--I went to Marstons and Lions for my clothes; Hamilton for all the cakes, cookies and what have you; Jessop for all the rings for all my fingers and wrist watches placed one after another until it reached my shoulder; Boldricks for shoes; haunted the drive inns every night for a nice juicy steak, ice cream sodas, banana splits by the dozens.--oh, I had a wonderful time!! Then by 6:00 A.M. I was back in my Poston cot again. When I awoke this morning I wondered if it really happened or if it was another one of those wild fantastic dreams. It was so realistic I began to wonder./Now to tell you other things besides fairy tales. This Poston weather certainly is unpredictable! This morning it was very clear with a cool breeze rushing here and there. Then about 10:00 A.M. the mean old wind together with the sand began to blow. It blew and blew until we couldn't see the barracks near by. We had a terrible time trying to go home for lunch. The wind wanted us to go to the north and we wanted to go to the south. We p

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