She watched patiently as her daughter attempted to hold the needles in the correct manner. “It doesn’t feel right that way Mom. How about this?” Her youngest daughter held the needles so they were under her fingers not on top like a pencil, as most knitters do. This...

Exhausted, the prisoners shuffled their way back to the one room shack they called “home” in the Japanese prison camp. Inside were five bunk beds lined up against the walls and ten straw mats in the middle of the room. In one corner stood a stove, unused. They were...