Haruko Harrison tells her story
After Father and Mother went to sleep, I visited George in the shed. He was sitting at the table listening to the radio, a kerosene lamp illuminating his face. I told him that I was of marriageable age and that I wanted to marry him. Believe it or not, two hours later we were on the road to Sacramento in George's Plymouth, with our two small valises in the back seat.
The rest is somewhat blurred in my mind, Sachiko, but surely you are bored. What, go on? Oh, thank you. You are very kind ...