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Ranging in ages from 68 to 91, the narrators reflect the ethnic and religious diversity of a metropolis that had been a pioneer of several social, political, and cultural movements. The book also utilizes more than 80 black and white photographs, from the narrators and the collections of local libraries, museums, and historical societies, to complement the poignant, humerous, and revealing portraits of the people and places of the San Francisco Bay Area. This excerpt is from Mutsu Muneno. At Tanforan we lived in the horse stables, because it had been a racetrack, so there was manure on the walls. We had our dining area under the stands, where people used to sit, and we called it the mess hall. There were barracks covered with tarp. We had just a tiny section for all of us, and my husband put up a sheet to separate an area for him and me. We had wrapped our luggage with lots of canvas, so he used that to screen off the area for us. It was maybe six feet by three feet, and I'd get behind there and dress and we had our private things there. You'd think that the children were too little, but one day Sharon, one of my daughters, saw me back there and it was my period, so I was putting on a Kotex. She didn't say anything at that time, but the next day she got one and she comes out from behind the curtain and said, "Eh, eh, eh, eh, put it on me." She saw it and she thought that was the natural thing; she was only four so she didn't understand. The bathrooms were right in the middle of the dining room and they were open and divided stalls. The men and women were separated, but another woman right across from you was doing the same thing. Both of us were squatting and looking at each other because there was no privacy. Some of the ladies used to carry their own little curtains when they went to the bathroom. They'd tack up the curtains to have their privacy. You adjusted pretty quickly, and after a few days of being quite exposed and hesitant about going to the bathroom in full view, I thought, everybody else is doing it so I'll just have to get used to it. But at first it was kind of tough. |
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