The younger people were among the first to permanently leave the center to attend educational institutions or to look for a place to reside and work. However, in the beginning, we were not permitted to return to the West Coast, so many people ventured to the Mid-West and East Coast.

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Soon, many FBI agents came to the island and started searching our homes to look for anything that may connect us with Japan. They wanted to know what my long antenna was used for. I showed them the crystal radio set and told them that I listened to music at night. The agents searched everybody's home and looked everywhere, and asked lots of questions. One day, without notice, all of the Issei men were gathered in trucks and taken away to an unknown destination.

In the summer of 1939, the canneries were so busy that my mother suggested that I work along with her at the cannery cleaning mackerel. I applied for my Social Security number and started working there at sixty cents an hour, the same wage as my mother. It was a great feeling to earn so much money.

Fish Harbor on Terminal Island was located on the southwestern part of the island and considered of a fishing fleet, canneries, and 5,000 Japanese men, women and children. The adults were the first generation Issei from Japan, and their children who were born in America are the Nisei like myself. The fishermen working out of Fish Harbor visited the local waters of Catalina, Santa Barbara and San Diego co catch sardines, mackerel, skipjack and tuna throughout the year.

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