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Memoirs of Ruth Hooper

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  • I thought no bombs would fall and took a taxi went downtown to get a Christmas present for Carr. He had bought a small Oregon Fir tree which we had put up and I shall never forget the fragrance from that brave little tree. We had heavy black-out curtains that held in the aroma. Anyway, I didn’t make it without having to get out of the taxi and crawl into a ditch but I made it back home. We had our little Christmas but not much of a Christmas dinner as the hotel was then beginning to run out of food. A day or two later we were confined to our quarters and could not leave the hotel for anything. We were confined there until Jan. 4, 1942 when there came a knock on the door and when we opened it there stood two Japanese soldiers. They told us to pack a small bag each with food and clothing to last three days. I tried to pack that bag, it small and had to contain canned food and clothing. Carr watched me. I had (like most women would have done) put in a few frivolous things. He knelt down beside me and began taking some things our and replacing them with more practical things such as a pair of heavy canvas shoes with thick crepe soles that I had used to play golf in. Those shoes lasted me thirty-seven months; also some heavy slacks which covered me for the duration of the war, and mosquito nets which one must have in the Philippines. Shortly afterwards a knock again came on the door and this time the two soldiers told us to assemble in the plaza in front of the hotel. At the door I turned and looked back at our apartment, knowing I would never see it again but I kept the tears back as the Japanese would not tolerate any show of emotion. So sad, so very sad as we had a small Boston Bull dog name Miss Flippie. We had to walk out the door, leaving her sitting the middle of the floor with her big sad eyes begging that we take her too. We left behind all the lovely things we had accumulated over the years, beautiful linens from Shanghai, some
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