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Farewell To Manzanar By Jeanne Wakatsuki Houston

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Farewell to Manzanar Farewell to Manzanar is sociologist and writer Jeanne Wakatsuki Houston's first hand account of her interment in the Japanese camps during World War II. Growing up in southern California, she was the youngest of ten children living in a middle-to lower class, but comfortable life style with her large family. In the beginning of her story, she told about how her family was close, but how they drifted apart during and after their internment in the camp. The ironic part of it is that her family spent their entire time together in the same camp. So why did her family drift apart so? What was once the center of the family scene; dinner became concealed with the harsh realities of the camp. This reflects the loss …show more content…

He was under investigation with false connections with Japanese submarines. After many moves of the family in desperation to find their place, they were soon permanently moved into their camp in central California. In the middle of the Owen's valley, Manzanar was a dry, windy desert; cold at night and hot during the day. It took some work and a strategy, but the family was able to stay together during their time at the camp, and was even put into the same block. As time passed in the camp and with the return of their tattered father from imprisonment, it was a matter of time that the family began to drift apart. His containment, and soon imprisonment in the camp gave him a loss of pride and self-respect. He fell into a slump of alcoholism and abuse towards his wife and family. He never came out of the barracks to socialize or even eat. He always had his wife bring him his meals from the mess hall. Along with him, Granny was unable to walk the long distance to the mess hall to eat, so Houston's mama also brought her meals to the barracks. Houston describes in her account that before her family's internment in Manzanar: "Mealtime had always been the center of our family scene. In camp, and afterward, I world often recall with deep yearning the old round wooden table in our dining room in Ocean Park... large enough to

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