Two years after they moved to the wartime provincial capitol of Guangdong, the Japanese occupied the area. Winifred remembers what it was like to
escape.
“It’s just like what the movie looks like. Everyone—young
and old –some carrying the bedding. It’s really like that. Since my father was
working for the Department of Public Works, they had trucks. Because my mother
was pregnant at the time, they arranged for her to ride on the truck. My mother
and I rode on the truck. So we had not too bad an experience except that, as
you went along the mountain, the truck driver would say, ‘Well this is where the
local bandits are.’ So they would stop and negotiate. And, then sometimes you would get to some
place and the driver would say, “We cannot take this route because the Japanese
have occupied it.” So you had to turn around and go back and find a different
route. It was an interesting experience
looking back, but at the time—I didn’t know better—but my mother was very
worried.”
(To be continued. Next: One Good Teacher Makes Difference.)
(To be continued. Next: One Good Teacher Makes Difference.)
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