My Secret War: The World War II Diary of Madeline Beck, Long Island, New York 1941 (Dear America Series)

My Secret War: The World War II Diary of Madeline Beck, Long Island, New York 1941 (Dear America Series)

Mary Pope Osborne

Language: English

Pages: 190

ISBN: 0590687158

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


Thirteen-year-old Madeline's diaries for 1941 and 1942 reveal her experiences living on Long Island during World War II while her father is away in the Navy.

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come a little closer to shore and we’d reported it in time. I wonder if the “false alarms” I saw yesterday were actually wreckage from the tanker. JANUARY 23, 1942 Dear Diary, Johnny and I were discussing the torpedoing of the tanker today when Clara stepped out onto the porch. I punched Johnny’s arm and shook my head. He shut up 60 RRD_001-181_r5kp.qxd 4/17/00 1:04 PM Page 61 like a clam. I’m sure Clara noticed, because she looked embarrassed and went right back inside. Doggone it, what if

gently brushed a lock of hair off my forehead. Now, for the War News of the Day: The radio said that 112,000 Japanese Americans were being forced to move to “assembly centers.” Japanese men, women, and children are being forced out of their homes here in the United States. Mom said she doesn’t understand why this is necessary. She said it doesn’t seem fair. After all, many of these Japanese people were actually born here. I think she’s right. Remember Eleanor Roosevelt’s words? I have them

The poor guy got so worked up, his face turned beet red. “Tell your friends! Collect scrap to slap a Jap!” he cried. Johnny and I muffled our laughter until we left the house. Then we started laughing and couldn’t stop. We were leaning against the back of the house in the twilight, shaking with laughter — when suddenly Johnny kissed me. I was so surprised, I said, “Hey!” “Sorry,” he said. “No, no, ‘hey’ means ‘good,’ ” I said. He asked if I was sore. 88 RRD_001-181_r5kp.qxd 4/17/00 1:04 PM Page

was all a fun game, holding hands while we plane- 106 RRD_001-181_r5kp.qxd 4/17/00 1:04 PM Page 107 spotted. Playing war with Johnny kept me from worrying about Dad enough. It kept me from writing to him enough and praying for him enough. MAY 20, 1942 Dear Diary, I officially resigned from the club today. I left my resignation in the hollow stump. This time, my note was not written in code. It said simply: Dear Johnny, I have to resign as colonel of K3F. It’s your job now. Sorry, Maddie MAY

squeezed it and didn’t look at me. That’s when a tear started down my cheek. “I’ll miss you, Mad,” he whispered. “Me, you,” I whispered back. Then he sighed and looked at me. He had a tear or two on his cheeks. He leaned over and kissed me. But I had to blow my nose, so I couldn’t linger long in that position. I sniffed and asked for a tissue. Johnny jumped up and went inside. When he came back a minute later with the Kleenex box, his grandmother and brother were with him. They both hugged me and

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