Now, in the mess halls, after a few weeks had passed, we stopped eating as a family.

Mama tried

to hold us together for a while, but it was hopeless. Granny was too feeble to walk across the

block three times a day, especially during heavy weather, so May brought food to her in the

barracks. My older brothers and sisters, meanwhile, began eating with their friends, or eating

somewhere blocks away, in the hope finding better food. The word would get around that the

cook over in Block 22, say, really knew his stuff, and they would eat a few meals over there, to

test the rumor. Camp authorities frowned on mess hall hopping and tried to stop it, but the good

cooks liked it. They liked to see long lines out side their kitchens and would work overtime to

attract a crowd. (page 36, second paragraph)

Reason for choosing this paragraph was to learn what manzanar was. This paragraph describes
life in manzanar, because it tells how they eat and how they live. Surely, they needed more food
for everybody; it was hard to eat no good foods.