Tad Nagaki's entry into my autograph album triggered a question: had
he sensed that the camp in Weihsien was an extraordinary community?
He said that he was saddened by the thought that we would all soon go
our separate ways. Strange to feel an attachment to an internment camp.
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It is fair to say that we all realise that it was a place
in which we met unforgettable people:
— Eric Liddell for one who was respected by all. A man of faith
— with a gentle smile and a generous heart. He was a superb athlete.
— Then the Chefoo School teachers who were in loco parentis for
so many children. They fulfilled their role with great dedication and
— Also the seven Americans who descended from the sky that day
in August. All these were wonderful, but I would like to draw attention
to those who contributed to daily life in the camp. This is a word memorial
to them all. –
— It was early in 1943. We lived in Chinwangtao,
in the province of Hopei on the gulf of Peichili. Our family consisted
of Ida, Sid, and three children. Christine, the youngest was seven months
— In the middle of March, we were ordered to leave the house with
what we could carry, and walk to the station to board a train. We could
take very little since Christine had to be carried in her mosses basket.
The train stopped frequently to pick up other 'enemy nationals' along
the way to Tientsin. It was packed tightly by then. There we had to
disembark. Our belongings were piled up in the middle of a circle and
we sat on the suitcases. A ring of Japanese soldiers with bayonets drawn
faced us. It seemed that this display of force was enacted for the benefit
of the Chinese in the station.
After some hours, we were martialled back onto the train and continued
on. Suddenly there was a lurch as the train came to a stop. This time
we were in the country with no station in sight. The guards left the
train and treated us to a display of calisthenics. Later we learned
that the track ahead had been sabotaged and needed to be repaired before
we could proceed. This trip took two or three days.
— Anyway, back to Weihsien. — It was evening. — In
the dim light I saw the gates opening slowly for the series of trucks
which had brought us from the station. We were tired and anxious. As
we climbed down, we were greeted by a nun, (Sister Eustella I believe).
In her hands she held a cup of watery soup for us. Her smile was welcoming
as she assigned our family a thin mattress on the floor. We curled up
together and slept.
— The first prisoners in the camp were priests
and nuns. Eventually there were hundreds of them including five Bishops.
They provided the beginnings of the inner structure of the camp from
which we would all benefit. They took on the worst jobs: cleaning latrines,
washing dishes for hundreds with such good grace. Cleaning out public
buildings including the hospital ,which was just a shell.
— Eventually that quarter mile square accommodated
fifteen hundred people from all walks of life. The organisation was
superb. There was a managing council which oversaw camp discipline,
health, entertainment, sports, ran three kitchens, and so on. To these
adults we owe our survival…
- - - - To the doctors and nurses who brought new life
into the world, treated the sick with the few resources they had, and
helped to prevent epidemics and disease.
- - - - To those who pumped the water into cisterns day and night.
- - - - To the cooks who fed us as best they could, including the bakers
(our Dad was one) who worked eight hour shifts stoking fires and punching
dough in cold and heat.
- - - - To those who maintained the latrines and cleaned the shower
- - - - To those who caught and killed flies.
- - - - To those who taught us in makeshift schools without text books,
paper or pencils.
- - - - To those who gave adult classes in dozens of languages, art,
music, theology, philosophy and countless other disciplines.
- - - - To those who organised sports, ran clubs and scout and guide
- - - - To those who mounted plays, gave concerts, put on variety shows,
- - - - To those who were black marketeers, and kept us informed about
the outside world.
- - - - To the Chinese who traded with us and those honeypot carriers
who brought us news.
- - - - To the members of Christian churches who shared the same building
for two years, showing respectful oecumenism before the word was common.
- - - - To the priests and nuns who showed me Christian faith in action.
- - - - To those who rushed out of the gate at the risk of their lives
to rescue the rescuers.
- - - - To all of these unsung heroes, I give heartfelt thanks, honouring
their memory, and praying for their souls.
- - - - Please feel free to remind us of others who have made a difference.-
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- - - - Gay Talbot Stratford - - - - - - -