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Naotaro and Tsuruko, My Issei Parents - Part 2By Roy T. Ito Read part 1 In the years following, the couple lived very frugally and carefully saved practically every dollar they earned, hoping for a good business opportunity. Naotaro worked as a cook at Booz Brothers Cafeteria on Hill Street and Third. Also working there were Matsushi Naruse and Senenmon Tsunekawa both men also of Aiichi Prefecture and equally anxious to start a business.
Naotaro and Tsuruko, My Issei Parents - Part 1By Roy T. Ito Naotaro Ito was born in 1886 as a second son to a rice farming family in Kitsuneji, a tiny rural hamlet in Aiichi Prefecture, near Nagoya, Japan. He received a basic elementary education then was sent to a bicycle shop merchant to serve as an apprentice in his early teens since only the eldest son was slated to inherit the farm, according to long standing custom (primogeniture).
Memoirs - Amache and School DaysBy Herbert Inouye Part 4 of 4 Visit to Amache In mid-September 1942, after our first harvest was virtually done and before my freshman classes were to begin, I took my mother to visit my sister Helen and her family (Mrs. T. lino, her mother-in-law, Ken lino, her husband, and Glen lino, her son) at the Amache Relocation Camp.
ＪＡリビングレガシー ＝ 皆様の声のために郷 崇倫 長い間、日系アメリカ人の歴史の研究は、第２次世界大戦時の戦時転住問題（強制収容所）や日系二世の第４４２部隊に重点が置かれてきました。そして、日系アメリカ人のが残した歴史の証言（オーラルヒストリー）もまた、それらに関するものがほとんでした。
Memoirs - Farming in ColoradoBy Herbert Inouye Part 3 of 4 Starting a New Farm Starting a farm operation from scratch in the San Luis Valley is a very difficult task at best. The growing season is short and the crops require extra personal care. Add to this, the time is the middle of February 1942 and all of the established farms are already rented out by this time.
Memoirs - Caravan to ColoradoBy Herbert Inouye Part 2 of 4 The Volunteer Migration Around January 14, 1942, a Presidential Proclamation required all Japanese aliens to register and forever carry with them papers that identified them as "enemy aliens." By the end of January 1942, General John De Witt of the 6th Army Area Defense declared all Japanese aliens and their families be rounded up from the "sensitive areas" and incarcerated.
Memoirs - War Breaks Out, Everything ChangesBy Herb Inouye Part 1 of 4 Friends and family have asked me to chronicle my life experiences during World War II. Since I was barely thirteen when Pearl Harbor, Hawaii was attacked by the Japanese, my remembrances and interactions are limited to an early-teenaged Japanese American growing up in a chaotic, prejudiced, "Japan-hating" society.
A Racial Criteria: Love, Family and Long-Term ConsequencesBy Leah Nanako Winkler Now, more than ever, we have the technology and freedom to manufacture and accommodate the specificity of our chosen families and social networks. In a mix-match world of diversity, tolerance, racism and cultural cluelessness, is love really blind when it comes long-term commitments? Or is it just a matter of social comfort?
Learning to FallBy Natalie Ume Liverant Like returning home after a long journey, stepping onto the tatami at the dojo is one of the most relaxing moments I look forward to after a long day of work. A wave of excitement builds as I change into my gi, enter the dojo, slip off my zori (flip flops), step onto the mat, and bow as I enter. At this moment, it’s as if all the troubles of the day disappear and what is left is a mind that is clear, calm, and ready to learn.
Frank Endo - A Balanced LifeBy Frank Endo My name is Frank Endo, age 81, and I reside in Gardena, California. I was born in Wilmington, California, on April 20, 1923. I had a twin brother named James. My father owned a fishing boat and my mother worked in the fish cannery. We moved to Terminal Island, California, located several miles from where I was born, in 1935, as the major fishing industry was located there. My parents came from the Shizuoka Prefecture, Japan, and had very little education. My father spoke some English as he had contact with other Americans in the fishing industry. However, my mother spoke no English. My parents could not help me to read, write, or speak the English language. This was the case for most of the Nisei.
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