Title: Letter to Molly Wilson from Sandie Saito, 11/17/1942 (ddr-janm-1-13)

Densho ID: ddr-janm-1-13

 

Nov. 17, 1942

 

Dear Molly,

 

Thanks a lot for your letter. Sure had to wait a long time for it.

 

What’s your favorite song? Mine is “White Christmas”. It sure is pretty. On the solid side is “Mr. 5x5”. Also, “Praise the Lord and Pass the Ammunition”.

 

We’ve had 2 assemblies already in school. One was called “Pencils with Personalities”. A man comes and tells all about his pencils. “This is Shirley Temple’s pencil”, etc…

 

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…The other one was today. An all woman or I mean girl orchestra. They go by the name “Les Sanatinas”. They sure were shot! No lie! They had to pay a dime too!

 

Do you know what? I met some soldiers from Camp Des Moines, Iowa. They took my pictures, so I’ll send you one as soon as he develops it for me. I sure meet a lot of guys in the mess hall. I make $16 a month as a waitress. It sure is an easy job. And what fun! We fool around most of the time,…

 

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…you know it! Reminds me of the old times at Belvedere. Miss Seymour, Lime-house Blues, Old Lady Estabrook, etc.

 

I got my G.I’s. (government issued clothes) Dog-gone it! I dropped my pen and it doesn’t write good anymore. In fact, it doesn’t write period!

 

A Y.M.C.A. started here and we had a Y.M.C.A. Rally. It went over pretty good. I just changed my pen. Can you notice it?

 

Do you know what our school is called? Amache High School! Isn’t it a sad name? You know it!

 

Our school building hasn’t…

 

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…been started yet. I wonder when they’re going to start building it? I wonder -------

 

Oh yes! Before I forget! Lillian Igasaki told me to tell you “hello”.

 

I’ll have to close now Molly. Remember I’m a working woman now I have to wake up at 5:30 A.M. They sunset & sunrise here is beautiful. The barracks and all the objects turn red. What a sight! A scene that you never see in L.A. We had snow too. Everything was covered with this white blanket. It was really beautiful. The snow feels like feathers when it hits you. What an experience! Write!!

 

Sincerely,

 

Sandie