Medals on My Kitchen Wall
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Jacqueline van Campen is from Quebec City and now lives in Victoria, B.C.
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Medals on My Kitchen Wall - Jacqueline van Campen
Copyright 2006 Jacqueline van Campen.
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Medals On My Kitchen Wall
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Jacqueline Robitaille,
the young woman I was then.
For the pleasure of doing it again.
African Proverb:
"When an elder dies, it is as if
a whole library has burned down"
Yup’ik Eskimo Saying:
Every time an elder, dies a library is lost
Contents
Québec, Canada
Tokyo, Japan
Kobe, Japan
Hiro, Japan
25th Canadian Brigade, Korea
Tokyo, Japan
MV Changsha
Melbourne, Australia
The Australian Outback
Sydney, Australia, and New Zealand
MV Sibigo
MV Santhia
Kashmir, India
India and South Ceylon
MV Isipingo
Durban, South Africa
MV Africa
London, England
SS Empress of Britain
Avant de commencer…
This is not a travel book. It is simply the story of my life between September 1953 and October 1958, at which time I was going around the world working here and there. When I left Québec in 1953 to work for the Red Cross in Korea, I was 25 years old.
In Korea I met M., a social worker from Ontario. We became good friends and decided to meet in Australia after our work with the Red Cross had ended.
When another friend, C., heard of my plans to go and work in Australia, she decided to join me there. I knew C. from Québec; we had hitchhiked to the Maritimes and to New York together. She was also a student at the School of Social Work. She was from Manitoba, and was French Canadian.
The three of us travelled together until M. left for Canada, shortly after we arrived in Sydney. C. stayed with me until we came back home.
M. and C. were marvelous travel companions, through the good and the rough times.
If some of our adventures seem incredible, that is because it was a different world in the 1950s. No better or worse than today I suppose, just different.
My parents, my sisters, and a good friend kept the letters I sent them. I have translated passages from them and have added comments based on my diary and what it tells me!
Some countries, towns, and villages have changed their names since then. My spelling in 1953 was even worse than it is today. I apologize for any mistakes and misspellings you will find.
For my service overseas I received two medals, which I put on the wall in the kitchen to remind me….
Some interesting dates and events
as a background to my story:
Korean War
June 25, 1950–July 27, 1953
Independence and partitioning of
India into India and Pakistan
August 1947
Suez Crisis: Britain invades Egypt
Oct 21, 1951— Four British ships arrive in Port Said
Nov 2, 1951— 6,000 British troops flown into Egypt
Nasser seizes the Suez Canal
July 26, 1956
Apartheid legislated in South Africa
1948
Chapter 1
Québec, Canada
I learned to speak English in Japan! Of course, in my convent school in Québec we had learned a sort of English. In Grade 6 or 7 (I don’t remember which), we began with the verbs to be
and to ‘ave.
I don’t need to say that there was not an h
to be heard in the neighbourhood! We progressed from there to other verbs, nouns, and finally sentences—all of this taught by nuns who had never spoken the language themselves. In the middle of my cours classique
(a humanities curriculum which included Latin, Greek, philosophy, etc. and led to a Bachelor of Arts degree) we were asked to study a short passage from Sir Walter Scott’s The Lady of the Lake and from Shakespeare’s The Merchant of Venice. We read the passages aloud in a dialect all our own, but I was well on my way to maturity before I knew what that pound of flesh
meant.
Later, when I studied with the Ursulines in the upper part of town, I would sometimes meet English-speaking tourists. I did not understand their questions, but being polite and practical I always smiled and pointed to the Basilique or the Château Frontenac—whichever was closer. Later, when I was a tourist myself, I knew to ask directions when I saw that same polite smile from someone else.
But first, let me tell you how it happened that I learned English in Japan. After an adventurous BA and three years of social sciences and social work at Laval University, I went to work as a social worker for a children’s aid agency.
In the spring of 1953, I walked into the office of one of my university professors to ask her for some advice. My Master of Social Work thesis was almost finished, but I had to clarify a few points.
I told the professor that I had asked for a six-month leave from my job at the children’s aid agency to travel in Europe, which was my life ambition. However, I’d only been working at the agency for six months, and the request was refused. I was very brave even to ask, and that is probably why she shared with me a letter she had just received from the Canadian Red Cross. They needed social workers for the Far East—Japan and Korea. Those who went would work for the Canadian Forces.
I told her that I would write to them. She thought that I was dreaming because:
1. I didn’t speak English.
2. There was a war on.
3. I had to finish my thesis.
Well, I couldn’t do anything about the war, but surely I could learn to speak English and finish my thesis in the Far East. Since most of the books on social work were from the United States, I was more or less able to read English. I was ready to go anywhere!
I took the letter to our secretary at the children’s aid agency (she could write English properly), and asked her to contact the Red Cross for me. They replied very soon after, blissfully unaware that I was not bilingual. They were interested, but wanted to set up an interview with me. As Québec City was very far from Toronto in those days, the Red Cross found a way for it to take place. The director of the Red Cross was coming back from Europe soon on the Empress of Britain and was to land in Québec City. There would be ample time for us to meet before his train left for Toronto—they said!
On the day in question, I went bright and early to the dock at l’Anse au Foulon. The ship was supposed to arrive at 10 a.m. I had anxiously eaten a light breakfast and my anxiety and I were both waiting on the wharf, scanning the horizon like Bluebeard’s wife for the white shape of the ship at the point of l’Île d’Orléans.
The director’s ship came in at 3 p.m.! By that time I was thirsty and starving. The next problem was finding my interviewer. I asked around and someone suggested that I look for his luggage, as it was unloaded in alphabetical order. I parked myself beside the first letter of his name and waited, wondering how we could misunderstand each other to my benefit. I didn’t expect someone from Ontario to speak French. (I was right!)
The passengers disembarked, but there was no sign of my contact. His luggage had arrived and was sitting there. After some worried inquiries, I was told that he was having a drink with the captain. Finally, in the late afternoon, a gentleman appeared who seemed extremely surprised to see me waiting. I explained why I was there and he told me to follow him to the train. We went to his compartment where, maybe to organize his thoughts, he ordered two whiskies. They came straightaway. I was thirsty, and had never tasted the stuff so I drank the little glass as if it were a soft drink, much to the surprise of my host. He had barely begun to ask questions when the train started to lurch. I got out in a hurry, sure that I had made a mess of the whole thing. It was a strange feeling to find that, upon leaving the train, the platform was coming toward my feet instead of the reverse.
On the bus going home, there were only two passengers, a soldier and myself … both drunk. For me, it was the first time, and almost the last time in my life.
I never expected to hear from the Red Cross again, but a few weeks later, to my great joy, they sent me a letter telling me I had been accepted, and could I return the signed contract. I would leave on the 13th of September for Toronto, Vancouver, and then Tokyo. The details were to follow….
I could not believe it! I was in seventh heaven! I had wanted to go to Europe, and now I was going to the other side of the world. I was so afraid it was a dream that I swore my family to secrecy, got all the necessary shots, arranged transportation for a trunk (a monster which must have taken up all the space for freight), got my uniform, signed here and there, and kept it all a secret until it was time to give up my job.
I liked the people I worked with at the children’s aid agency in Lévis and I had a great boss, but I was not prepared to deal with the misery I saw, and the anger directed towards us social workers.
So, on the arranged date, I said farewell to my parents and my sisters. I was in my bright new uniform: gray blouse with Red Cross pin at the neck, a smart tailored serge suit, cotton stockings, regular martial shoes, a purse, gloves, raincoat (smart beige) and a beret with another pin. With everyone giving me advice, I tried again and again to fit that beret on my head. It would not fit properly, so I finally gave up and left with it under my arm.
My plane was a Canadian Pacific (propeller, I think). It was my first plane ride. I don’t remember much of it, except for some turbulence between Montréal and Toronto. Ontario seemed such a different world then; it was probably when the plane went over the wall separating these two very different provinces that we experienced all that turbulence!
I had never stayed in a hotel before either, and my first one was the Royal York in Toronto no less! Two girls were to travel with me. B., from Montréal (she was anglophone but spoke French) and K., from Toronto, who spoke only English. Both had problems with their berets too. B. wore hers as a chef bonnet and K. kept hers in her purse. So, our first lesson when we met in the Red Cross offices was on how to properly wear the thing!
The Royal York was the biggest guest hotel in the British Empire. I wrote to my family and told them about the huge room I had to myself on the tenth floor. I ate in style in the dining room, but it was lonely.
On our second day, we went around town and had tea with some ladies in the afternoon. That night we had dinner with some very important Red Cross people at the hotel. We were told in advance that, at a certain moment during the meal, we would be given a small travel notebook. Since these people were our patrons, we were to show our appreciation. K. was a bit more sophisticated, but B. and I were babes from the wood. The meal started with wine … and carried along with wine. B., who was as unused to drinking as I was, began, just before the dessert, to thank our host for the notebook that we had not yet received! We quickly stopped her, but to this day I wonder what those people thought about sending us lambs to the wolves den!
We spent only one night in Vancouver. Someone drove us around, and the beauty of the city and the nearby mountains overwhelmed me. Then, on the 17th of September, we boarded The Empress of Mexico, a Canadian Pacific plane bound for Japan.
The Empress of Mexico was a Canadian Pacific ship of the air! But it was not a jet, and I was lucky that we had good weather. It was full of soldiers, a few Canadians, and thirty Americans. Most of them were majors. Cocktails arrived before meals, and the food was good. On the other hand, we had to board and re-board the plane twice in the Aleutian Islands because of