Mar. 30, 1942

I never realized what Democracy could mean to some people. I wonder if they've ever come directly in contact with us to see how hard we try to get along, to do rite as American citizens. Gosh, when I read some of those editorials & comments in the P.I. as the one I just read & some in the Times -- I could scream -- but one voice like mine means nothing but when I think we're a minority group I guess we can do nothing now, but do as we're told.

We're going ahead with farming -- now I'm a farmerette -- my hand feels like sandpaper. But with Dad away & Mike in the army I have no other choice. I might make a farmer yet.

We hear from Mike quite often & he says the fellows are swell & even if he has to do extra work he doesn't mind one bit.

[Illegible] 20-130#; we hauled about 800 plants.

Even if I am a woman I tried to help the boys out & I'm all tuckered out tonite but I figured if I didn't write tonite I'd be so stiff & tired for the next couple of days -- I'll never get this letter written.

Since I visited you folks I feel a lot better to think we have such wonderful people pulling for us. You don't know what friendship like yours means to us.

Our American friends & neighbors [illegible]

Sincerely,
Mae