Just in case you're wondering, Manzanar means apple orchard in Spanish.
And if you're into history, narrator Jeanne gives a small account of how Owens Valley (where Manzanar is located) turned from lush, green land to total desert. (Hint: It was all about Los Angeles.)
By the time her family moves to block 28 at Manzanar, there are only a few pear and apple trees left. Papa ends up tending to those trees.
How did they move to block 28 anyway?
Jeanne's mother finagles them into those barracks once another family relocates, and it's a total score for the family: their living space doubles, there are real ceilings, and they even have tiled floors.
Adding to the improvements is the fact that even though Papa still brews his own alcohol, he's not drinking as much.
Instead, he's got hobbies now, like hiking (they're allowed to go outside of camp by this point), woodcarving, creating rock gardens, and painting.
Papa especially likes to paint the mountains surrounding them—you know, because they're inspirational and all that.
In fact, camp in general turns out a lot better than before.
People create and tend to all types of gardens, and there's even a farm right outside of the camp that's cultivated to provide food for the camp's occupants.
Plus they have Boy Scouts, beauty parlors, all sorts of clubs, movies, tennis courts… it's a bit like suburbia.
Papa and Woody make peace about the war, agreeing that Woody won't volunteer but will wait for the army to draft him.
In the meantime, Woody works at the general store.
Kiyo waits for sandstorms so that he can find and sell arrowheads to the old men in the camp, and Ray is in a football league.
Jeanne's sister Lillian's a singer in a band, and Bill leads a dance band. There are tons of dances.
The camp even issues a high school yearbook.
One yearbook has a picture of a woman with her dogs; in the background are the Sierras and a bare, winter path. Jeanne can't decide if the landscape looks like it's swallowing the woman and the dogs, or if the woman and dogs are floating in the landscape. Metaphor?