By Marylin Schultz
Marylin on Tricycle, Billy, Francine & Terry in Wagon, Johnny in Rear, No. Hollywood, California, 1944, vintage family photo, scan © 2012 by Marylin Schultz. All rights reserved.
When nations form alliances on every continent, it means the lines are drawn and the winds of war sweep across the world, affecting all people, even small children. Two little girls in two very different families find they have been placed in opposite alliances, and this is their story.
The year is 1941. Marylin Biggs was born in New Mexico. She is Caucasian and lives with her parents and older brother. Her mother is expecting a baby in January. On December 7th, America is drawn into the war which is now affecting the entire world. Her father, not wanting to leave his wife with such a young family, is given the choice to work for Lockheed, building war planes, which he accepts. In 1942, the Biggs family moves to California.
In California’s central valley the Nakata family lives on a farm composed of beautiful orchards and vineyards. The children are 3rd generation Japanese Americans.
Little Haruko enters Kindergarten in 1942. One day, out on the school playground, Haruko finds herself surrounded by 6th Grade girls.
“Hold out your hand,” one of them commands. The small child meekly obeys, not knowing what to expect. The girl who spoke, grabs one of Haruko’s hands and begins to twist and twist a tiny finger until it breaks. Although the pain is excruciating, she is afraid to tell any adult at school and runs home. She never returns to that school.
As it turns out, the Nakata family is also about to make a major move. The huge difference is that Haruko’s family does not have a choice. They are ordered off of their land and become internees in a Relocation Camp, far away.

Marylin Biggs with her Cousin, Wiley Oliver, Glendale, California, 1942, vintage family photo, scan © 2012 by Marylin Schultz. All rights reserved.
Marylin and her family settle down in North Hollywood, and her father drives to Burbank, the adjoining suburb of Los Angeles where he works at a Lockheed Aircraft Plant. The whole complex, including the large parking lot, is covered with a huge netting of camouflage. Russell Biggs rivets together the small, fast P-38 Fighter planes, which are designed to keep enemy planes from attacking the large, slower B-17’s, with their heavy cargo of bombs.
His younger brother, Ralph, was a tail gunner on these Bombers. On his last mission, Ralph’s plane was shot down, but he was able to escape, parachuting safely into neutral Switzerland, where he spent the remainder of the war. That country’s policy was to treat all military personnel humanely, but not to release them until the war’s end. Wiley Oliver, a cousin of Marylin’s, made the Army his career, retiring with the rank of Colonel, many years later.
Marylin also entered Kindergarten in 1942. She walked to school with her brother, Earl, who was in the 4th Grade. The children in the upper grades were given decks of cards that had the images of all the military airplanes on them. They were asked to become familiar with the appearances of the planes and to report any enemy planes that they might see. One day, on their way home from school, a small plane flew overhead and Earl shouted, “It’s a Messerschmitt; hit the dirt!” His little sister instantly obeyed, only to realize, at the sound of his laughter, that she had fallen for another of his practical jokes, and no danger was imminent!
Life in wartime held anxious moments for a small child. The wail of air raid sirens meant grownups hurrying to cover windows. There were billboards that asked drivers, “Is this trip necessary?” This due to the shortage of gasoline and tires. Some foods were rationed, meat, sugar and butter. Marylin “helped” by putting the small packet of orange liquid in the bowl of white margarine, which made it look a little more like the butter it replaced. The family had a large “Victory” vegetable garden.
But changes in the life of the Biggs family were insignificant compared to those for the Nakatas.
Haruko and Marylin met while both were students at U.C. Berkeley. They lived in a large old home that had been sanctioned as a “dormitory.” It housed 30 girls.
Marylin had never learned of the Relocation Camps before the two girls became friends. By 1942, Haruko’s family had lived in California for three generations. Their large farm was one of carefully tended orchards and vineyards that produced an abundance of fruit.
The Nakata family, along with thousands of other Japanese Americans, were notified of their impending relocation. Each family’s baggage could not exceed 100 pounds. First, the “internees” were held in a gathering place, like cattle in a stockyard. Santa Anita Racetrack in southern California was one of these. The wait, at least a month long, was followed by a train trip into the interior of the country.
Japanese American Internees at Heart Mountain Relocation Center, Wyoming, 1943, photo scan © 2012 by Marylin Schultz. All rights reserved.
The Relocation Center, as it was officially named, consisted of rows of barracks, usually divided in half for two families. The whole camp was hastily built in only three months. Coming from a culture that embraces beauty, order, modesty and dignity, it was a shock to be given only one room for the entire family. Sheets were hung within each space for privacy. There was a coal burning stove for heat, but no furniture. The men gathered scraps of wood left by the carpenters, to make crude tables and chairs. Cooking was not allowed. The meals were prepared for them and eaten in barracks, or “mess halls.” They were unprepared for the bitterly cold winters. With quiet dignity they suffered the shame of living behind barbed wire with armed soldiers on watch.
With about 10,000 internees, the Heart Mountain Relocation Center, or “Jap Camp,” as it was called by local residents, instantly became the third largest city in Wyoming. It was located between the towns of Cody and Powell. A school was established for the children, as well as a medical facility. Supervised shopping trips were allowed, and some of the men were hired by local farmers as field workers. There was a shortage of local men, most of whom had been drafted into military service.
Incredibly, the younger Japanese men were asked to serve in the military, and many of them did. Some, though, were incensed by the irony of being imprisoned by their own nation and then asked to enlist. Those who chose to fight for their country did so, wishing to prove their loyalty. Most were in the same outfit, and it was the most highly decorated unit in World War II. Some of those who refused to enlist were actually sent to prison.
Most of the local residents were not prejudiced against these citizens. Boy and Girl Scout troops joined in activities. In fact, former Senators Alan Simpson and Daniel Inouye first met and became friends as young men involved in Boy Scouts, before Inouye enlisted in the U.S. Army in 1943.
When the war was over, the Nakata family returned to California, to learn that someone else “owned” their farm. There was no explanation or compensation given. They simply had to begin again, which they did. It was not easy, but the family prospered once again, and the children all graduated from college and led productive, successful lives.
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About Marylin: Marylin (aka oliverowl) is a freelance writer living in Wyoming. She has written essays for a weekly column in the Ventura Star Tribune and collaborated with her grandson on two picture books for children. She currently writes with the Cody Writers. Her previous pieces for red Ravine include the travel essay Rollin’ Easy, a Writing Practice, Kindness, and a memoir piece, Images From The Past.
In 2010, Marylin was published in the book, From the Heart — Writing in the Shadow of the Mountain, a collection of work from members of Write On Wyoming (WOW), a group of authors and aspiring writers living in northeastern Wyoming. Her contributions to From the Heart include two works of fiction, To Love Bertie Lou and The Appointment Book, and a collection of haiku, Seasons in Wyoming.
This is a beautifully written, thoughtful and touching piece as seen through a child’s eyes – thank you!
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I am so proud of my sister, Marylin, for writing this story.
Love you so much!
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Marylin …keep writing. Love that history. Keep it up. Phyllis
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J,J, Francine & Phyllis, Thanks for your kind words! You can be sure I will be writing more, now that I have more time. Going online to see what has happened at the sites of other relocation centers, Heart Mountain’s Interpretive Learning Center outshines all the rest.
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Thank you for this beautifully written account! What a sad and hidden history the US has around those relocation camps and the treatment of Japanese Americans during WWII. If you haven’t already seen it I highly recommend a documentary called The Cats of Mirikitani. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PtNM-6FqtCM
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Marylin, thank you for sharing your work on red Ravine. And the photographs. The history of the Japanese internment camps is something that was not talked about when I studied American history. In fact, I am embarrassed to admit that I had not heard of them until about six years ago when Natalie had us read Julie Otsuka’s When the Emperor Was Divine. I had to do a presentation on the book and studied its structure in detail. The book was fiction but based on personal experience. Otsuka’s family was interned during WWII. Her grandfather was arrested by the FBI the day after Pearl Harbor and her mother, then 11 years old, and her uncle and grandmother were sent to Topaz, Utah for the duration of the war. Here’s a link to an interview with Julie Otsuka (LINK).
When I read your piece, I feel sad for what happened to your friend Haruko in school. How painful that must have been for a young child. It seems like Heart Mountain has tried hard to honor those who were interned there by keeping the history alive and not letting people forget. Stories like yours do the same. They are necessary and powerful.
I wanted to ask, did you ever see or talk to your friend again after Berkeley? Thanks again for sharing your experiences.
By the way, Mike, I loved the film The Cats of Minikitani. Another powerful archive of this painful chapter in American history.
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Marilyn, what a great piece of writing. The writing captured so much and the story made me read it all quickly and then re-read it again.
QM asked if you ever saw or spoke to Haruka again. Did you?
I once visited a friend in Fresno, CA where she teaches. We went to the local Zen center where the photographs of all the abbots line the wall. The pictures are all of Japanese men until the war years and then it’s only Causcausian men. The entire Japanese-American population disappeared to the relocation camps. I’d never heard of them before that visit.
Thanks for sharing your story.
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Bob, amazing observation about the abbots disappearing on the wall. Isn’t it amazing that we could go most of our adult lives and not have heard of the relocation camps? Great success in covering it all up. Really makes you think — what else don’t we know?
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Marylin, I wanted to come back to your piece to mention one other thing I discovered when I read and researched When the Emperor Was Divine. Since you are well versed in the history, you probably already know this. But maybe some of the other readers might be interested. A lot of haiku was written during the internment of Japanese-Americans during WWII. Clubs that were writing pre-war destroyed much of their work. But some kept writing while they were interned and published them in camp newspapers.
Vilet Kazue de Christoforo is one of many Japanese-American poets who wrote haiku in Japanese while interned in camps during World War II. She was born Kazue Yamane in Hawaii, educated from 8-13 in Japan, and then went to high school in Fresno, California. During World War II, she and her husband, Shigeru Matsuda, and their three children were interned in Jerome, Arkansas, and then she and the children were interned at Tule Lake camp in California.
She also collected and translated the concentration campu haiku in her book There is Always Tomorrow: An Anthology of Japanese American Concentration Campu Kaiko Haiku (1996).
Here’s a link to the info I found on her: Haiku from the Internment Camps: Violet Kazue de Christoforo (LINK)
And another link on Modern American Poetry with more info: Japanese American Concentration Camp Haiku (LINK)
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Marilyn,
I didn’t know you were born in New Mexico. Where? I was surprised to hear the reason you ended up in California. Without the war, you would still be in The Land of Enchantment, maybe?
I find it a fantastic coincidence that you landed in Cody–close to where Haruko was sent. I’ll look forward to hearing more about your conversations with her when you were young women in the dorm.
Thanks for sharing this piece with us.
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[…] and surprised because I had no idea such a place had existed in Minnesota. When Marylin submitted her piece about her friend at Heart Mountain, one of the Japanese internment camps, I was inspired to go back and take a look at these […]
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Thank you all, for your comments. I’ll try to answer all your questions. Unfortunately, I did not correspond with Haruko after college. I know she received her RN from UC Berkeley, and married a Japanese American. They moved back to the Fresno area, where her husband worked with her father on their farm. I moved to ND, as a bride, the summer that I graduated, and it was difficult to keep up old friendships. The little girl whose photo I found in the County Archives is not Haruko, but approximately the same age. I never asked her which camp she was in, because I had no idea there were ten camps when we talked about it! She was not bitter or angry about the experience, but her parents evidently were. Haruko dated a Caucasian man, but ended the relationship when he wanted to get serious. She told me that one of her Aunts married a non-Japanese American man and the family never spoke of her again; burned all photos of her. It was as though she had never existed! Haruko said it would have killed her parents if she had also done so.
The curator knew of Camp Savage, but was glad to have more information concerning it. Yes, although the men there were internees, they volunteered to serve the USA in this way. It reminded me of the same type of service that Navaho “Code Talkers” did. What a shame that it took so very long to give them the recognition they deserved!!
I did not see any haiku in Heat Mountain’s Camp Newsletter. Their writer was given a small amount of space in the “Cody Enterprise,” though. (The local people were mixed in their feelings about the Camp and its population.) I’m happy to get the links to other papers that did…thanks!
Teri, I was born in Albuquerque, and the family probably would have stayed there, were it not for the war. I still have a “soft spot” for NM.
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I took a poetry class a few months ago, and I learned about a book called “Down In My Heart” by William Stafford. It takes place during WW II, when he was sent to a “conscientious objector” camp in Texas. The young men were loathed and deemed unpatriotic. These camps (and the ones you’ve written about for Japanese Americans) seem far-fetched now. Do you ever wonder what we’re doing now that will seem unbelievable in a few decades?
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Teri. To me, it is unbelievable how ignorant people, (unlike you and I,) will assume a whole race, religion, gender, is of “one mind.” Today, many people believe all Muslims are evil, or, remember the absurdity of “not gonna’ eat them French-fries, the French took their soldiers out of the war we was fightin’!” America would not have won Independence from England without the French Army!
Liz’s great grandfather was taken out of a bar and beaten in the street in Bismarck, during WWI, because he had commented that “Not all Germans are bad.” During WWII, Hollywood made cartoons with Bugs Bunny fighting Japanese, who were all caricatures of small, buck-toothed, squinty eyed monkey-shaped men with very thick glasses, (My kids were watching one of these re-runs when one of our Japanese guests was about to enter the room, and the channel was quickly changed, just in time!!)
“When will they ever learn?”
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oliverowl, I wonder what it would be like to run into Haruko again. She and her family had a huge impact on your life at a very young age. It’s amazing to me how we run into people in our lives for a short time, and then they are gone. Due to circumstances, change of geography, a falling out. But the impact they had on us, positive or negative, can linger for decades.
Did I know that story about Liz’s great grandfather? I am trying to imagine it. What the streets of Bismarck, ND were like during that time period. It is a risk to stand up for what we believe in. But that seems to be the only way change takes place. And a slow change it is. Thanks again for this piece.
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[…] About Marylin: Marylin (aka oliverowl) is a freelance writer living in Wyoming. She has written essays for a weekly column in the Ventura Star Tribune and collaborated with her grandson on two illustrated books for children. She currently writes with the Cody Writers. Her previous pieces for red Ravine include the travel essay Rollin’ Easy, Writing Practices Kindness and Cloud, and two memoir pieces, Images From The Past, and Two Little Girls & A World At War. […]
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[…] About Marylin: Marylin (aka oliverowl) was a freelance writer living in Wyoming. She wrote essays for a weekly column in the Ventura Star Tribune, collaborated with her grandson on two picture books for children, and wrote with the Cody Writers. Her previous pieces for redRavine include the travel essay Rollin’ Easy, a Writing Practice, Kindness, and two memoir pieces, Images From The Past and Two Little Girls & A World At War. […]
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