My Father Was a World War II Prison Camp Survivor

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My family had some peculiar proclivities when I was growing up. Dad would not even entertain the idea of eating sweet potatoes. My aunt, his older sister, would not ride in a red car or buy anything Japanese. We ate Indonesian food at home, even though my parents’ heritage was European.

As I grew older, I came to understand them all.