|
Life at Manzanar - 3: 1942 - 1945
MANZANAR RINGO-EN
|
All
Manzanar photographs are from the National Archives Registry
unless otherwise noted. Copies of these pictures can be obtained
directly from the National Archives.
These images are some of my favorite. There nearly 500 Manzanar
internment images in the National Archives files. I encourage
you to visit the archives and peruse the many photographs. Once
you click on the icon above and are taken to the archives, type
in "Manzanar" and then press "Display Results"
and the images will be displayed in sets of nine.
You might observe, as I did, that the internees appear rather
unnaturally joyous in these pictures. I don't think that having
been dislocated from their homes and businesses, forced to live
in a harsh desert environment and confined to barracks with no
insulation would have made them this happy. But as Jeanne Wakatsuki
points out in her book, Farewell to Manzanar, Japanese
Americans told each other very quietly to "Shikata ga
nai" ("It must be done", or, as my Japanese
friend says, "Suck it up [and get on with life]." Perhaps
this is what encouraged them to put a smile on their face.
Unless otherwise noted all photographs are from Dorothea Lange.
Text excerpts followed
by a "JWH" are from Jeanne
Wakatsuki Houston & James D. Houston's book "Farewell
to Manzanar"
|
Art at Manzanar
K. Takumara Paintings - 1942 - 1945
Kango Takamura was an Issei artist born in Kumamoto-ken, Japan in January of 1895. He immigrated to the United States when he was seventeen years old. Takamura spent ten years in Hawaii and then went to New York after becoming interested in the motion picture industry. After a short stay at the Paramount Studios offices in Long Island he moved to Hollywood. He was working as a photo retoucher for RKO Studios in Los Angeles when Pearl Harbor was attacked by the Japanese Imperial Navy. Takamura was detained by the FBI in 1942 after offering to sell a motion-picture camera to a visiting Japanese general. He was incarcerated at Santa Fe, New Mexico for several months and then moved to a camp at Manzanar, California, where he joined his wife, daughter, son-in-law and granddaughter. He remained at Manzanar with his family until 1945. Takamura was not allowed to take photographs during his stays at Santa Fe and Manzanar but he depicted his surroundings in drawings and watercolors. He also worked as a camp sign-maker at Santa Fe and as curator for a small museum at Manzanar. When Takamura left Manzanar he returned to Hollywood and worked at RKO Studios for another twenty-five years before retiring. Takamura lived in Los Angeles until he passed away in January, 1990 at 94 years old.
Kango Takamura (1895-1990) was an photo retoucher for RKO Studios in Los Angeles when Pearl Harbor was attacked by the Japanese Imperial Navy. He was detained by the FBI in 1942 after offering to sell a motion-picture camera to a visiting Japanese general. He was incarcerated at Santa Fe, New Mexico for several months and then moved to a camp at Manzanar, California, where he joined his wife, daughter, son-in-law and granddaughter. He remained at Manzanar with his family until 1945. While at Manzanar, Takamura depicted his surroundings in drawings and watercolors. He also worked as a camp sign-maker at Santa Fe and as curator for a small museum at Manzanar. After the war, he returned to Hollywood and worked at RKO Studios for another twenty-five years before retiring. The collection consists of 77 watercolor paintings produced during World War II while Kango Takamura was detained at the Santa Fe Internment Camp, New Mexico, and the Manzanar Internment Camp, California. Also included are paper mounts and one photographic reproduction of a painting.
(Paintings and text courtesy of the U.C.L.A Library Digital Collection) |
Manzanar Farm - October 26, 1942 |
The boys in the woodcarving class |
Sunday afternoon looking south from block 8 - May 1943 |
Oil for the barracks - February 22, 1944 |
She is knitting. He is carving. - February 18, 1943 |
Children in the classroom |
Snow in January - January 6, 1942 |
Home sweet home - June 16, 1942 |
Approximately 200 students graduated - July 3, 1943 |
Farm workers - October 26, 1942 |
Manzanar High School - October 8, 1942 |
First impression of Manzanar - June 1942 |
The Manzanar auditorium - May 24, 1944 |
More Mochi at Manzanar |
|
Relocation Center Paintings by Internees
|
Akio
Ujihara Painting
|
Akio
Ujihara Painting
|
Akio
Ujihara Painting
|
Kango
Takamura Painting
|
Kango
Takamura Painting
|
Kango
Takamura Painting
|
Kango
Takamura Painting |
|
Henry Murakami
was a fisherman living on Terminal Island in Los Angeles. Like
many Nisei fisherman, he was arrested and jailed, not
merely interned. He lost three purse-sein nets valued at $22,000.
His pregnant wife and four children had only forty-eight hours
to prepare to go to Manzanar. "She couldn't carry anything
except clothing... We had a three-bedroom house with a kitchen.
My wife had to abandon everything...the furniture and all of
our other furnishings, including a 1940 Plymouth...no one ever
knew what happened to my property."
Yoshio Ekimoto was a Nisei, born in 1914. His family owned
a forty-acre farming northern Los Angeles County. His parents
had bought this farm in 1912, the year before California passed
a law making it illegal for Japanese aliens to own land in the
state.
Ekimoto was interned at Poston, Arizona, in May 1942. He was
one of the few who was able to keep accurate records of his losses.
When he returned home in 1945, his farm had been completely mortgaged.
He was forced to sell it to pay the mortgage. He had listed all
the personal property he lost while he was interned, down to
cameras, boxes of shotgun shells, and the attorney's fees he
incurred (five dollars) in trying to avoid what inevitably happened
to him and his family.
His total losses came to $23,824 in 1942 dollar, which represents
nothing of the additional personal harm suffered by him and his
family, including his wife's miscarriage as a result of the internment.
He was paid a total of only $692 in compensation under the 1948
Evacuation Claims Act. |
Diane
Tollefson from Westminster, CA. Writes
|
Hello
I just visited your site and have a report for you.
The two barracks buildings from the Lone Pine airport are on
the site at Manzanar. I am sure they represent only a dot of
all the buildings that were once on that sloping land; however,
they created a strong impact on me. I was born in 1942 and did
not really know the FEAR of Japan as my elders did. I was influenced
by the beautiful colors and designs of the Japanese artist and
craftsmen, so much so that I continue to reproduce that idea
in my own artwork on a regular basis.
On the first Sunday of May, I went with a group of artists to
Manzanar. The group was originally formed by a man named Henry
Fukahara who lives in Santa Monica and is now 95 years old. He
was assigned to Manzanar as a young man and has gone back many
times to paint the area. He is a watercolorist of great renown
although he is now blinded by Macular Degeneration, such a sad
thing. His friends and family want to continue this annual expedition
as a tribute to Henry and all the people who once lived there.
I visited the Visitors Center and thought it was very well done.
The Rangers on duty recognized the pin I wore on my shirt as
an "original" Takahashi bird pin, which it is, and I bought
it from the artist herself many years ago.
I looked up some names on the computer. Names of people that
I know that were assigned to those barracks. It is an emotional
thing to find their little names in the great big books.
When I finally settled down to paint those two barracks, the
buildings kept "talking' to me. I knew that they were not
finished and the looked askew and out of place where they were.
I tried and tried to paint other things, trees and hills and
snow peaks and rocks, but I finally took a few moments and slapped
some paint on a page. Now, two weeks later, I find that that
small sketch is the one I really wanted to do. Imagine that,
four families of about four each lived in one of those barracks.
How did they manage. The humiliation of the latrines and those
lines. The crowded laundry rooms, and those lines; the towers
and shame. I think those
families endured as champions. I am a descendant of Norwegians
and Germans and I wonder how THEY would have gotten along in
the same situation? Probably not so well.
I am going to try to send you a copy of my sketch and encourage
you to write more about this place and the people who were there.
They are dying out and should be remembered as 110% Americans.
Diane Tollefson - 2008 |
Tom
Jackson from San Diego, CA. Writes
|
When
I was a young boy, in about 1944, I remember that one of my mother's
sisters lived in a place called Lone Pine. I knew that my uncle
was in the army, but had no idea of what he did. When I was older,
I learned that, owing to insufficient qualifications for combat
duty, he was assigned as a guard at Manzanar. Ironically, my
mother's best school chum in Reedley, CA, was later interned
there, along with her family.
I remember, from my elementary school days, the former Japanese
truck farms in Tulare County - always meticulously tended and
weeded - which were suddenly in the hands of whites. Somewhere
in my mother's effects is a round camp badge, similar in size
to an old political button, green and white, with Japanese characters
scratched on the reverse side. If I can locate it, I would like
for it to become part of a historic display or returned to the
family of the internee whose serial number is on the front.
Tom Jackson
March 2008 |
Elizabeth
Adamson from Bishop, CA. Writes
|
I came
to the Bishop from Ireland with my Mother when I was 6 months
old. My mother was a war bride. My granddad, David S Bromley
worked in Manzanar. Some of my earliest memories were of going
to Manzanar with my Granddad. There didn't seem to be a lot of
people left, but I always remember visiting with those who were
there. One of my most vivid memories (and 1st memories) is of
a very kind Japanese lady giving me a sugar cube. I thought this
was the greatest thing in the world and still hold that memory
close to my heart. I don't get to Bishop very often, but would
love to visit Manzanar. I remember, so vividly, my Granddad speaking
so highly of the people in the camp. I always felt, that he felt
it was wrong. I think his emotions came out in his poetry. It's
quite a legacy that I've been left with and I would love to learn
as much as possible about this time in my Granddad's life. I
know it affected him forever.
Elizabeth Bromley Adamson
October 2007
Rock Creek, Mammoth, Tom's Place |
Joe
Barrett Writes
|
My step-father,
Fumio Morikawa, left our family a photograph of the basketball
team he managed while he was interned in the Manzanar concentration
camp during WWII. He entered the camp in March 1942 and was released
in June 1944. I don't know anyone on the photograph and my father
is not in the photograph. However, the photograph is signed by
many of the team members. I don't have a date for the photograph.
Joe Barrett
December 2008 |
Manzanar Basketball
Team
|
|