Good afternoon my old and new friends. May I briefly acknowledge Richard
Santos for bringing us together here today...we all know how difficult it
can be to organize three people for a simple meeting, but to connect everything
for such an event as this, is a miracle...so let's have a huge hand for him.
Now I reach beyond the sixty years that have gone by, two, three decades
into the thirties and the twenties, a time when our moms and dads left their
respective homes to come to America's shores to look for a better and more
peaceful place to realize their dreams and hopes in this land of the free.
We, here today, are the offspring of those dreams and hopes because
if it wasn't for them we wouldn't be here in the middle of the camp's swimming
pool reconstructing their honor and memories of which we are a part of forever.
The dreams and hopes of our parent dreams and hopes were shattered back in
early 1942. They were the ones that suffered
innocently through those oppressive years, many never recovered. One
everlasting moment was carved into my mind right here in this camp. One
afternoon I asked my dad, "Why is this man fenced in?" while pointing at
the commandant's log cabin outside the barbed wired fence. "Son," my dad
replied, "It us who are fenced in!" This was my first lesson in: the
moral of a story.
Thus, my friends, in HONOR and MEMORY of our moms and dads, please join me
in a minute of silence.
Paul Grayber, Crystal City, Texas
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