Grandfather worked at this Camp during World War II.

In September 1942 Many Japanese Americans were shipped by train to a concentration camp which we knew to be somewhere in Utah and was called Topaz.

There were no trees, or growth of any kind, except clumps of dry greasewood. We were entering the Sevier Desert some fifteen miles west of Delta, and the surrounding were now as bleak as a bleached bone. as the bus drew up to one of the barracks, They heard the unlikely sound of band music. Marching toward us down the industry road was g group of young Boy Scouts who had come with the advance contingent, playing bugles, trumpets, and drums and carrying signs that read, " Welcome to Topaz--Your Camp." It was a touching sight to see them standing in the burning sun, covered with dust and making such a determined effort to lessen the shock of our arrival at this bleak desert camp.

Wilford Pierce