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Mamie Porritt finds Shangri-La
[Mamie Hall and James Charlesworth Porritt were married in Shanghai in
1927 and lived there until 1939, when he went home to England to find work.
Mamie meanwhile became a secretary for Intercontinent, Bill Pawley's personal
holding company. Her letters to "Jim Prim" in Bradford, West Yorkshire,
happily survived the war and came into the possession of a family friend in
Statesboro, Georgia. They were transcribed by Tracy Minter, who shared them
with me. Mamie was 39 when she wrote her first letter from Loiwing; Jim was
was eight years older. -- Daniel Ford]
Loiwing, Dec. 4, 1939 -- Except for malaria, Loiwing is another
name for Shangra La. It is simply marvelous country and the
climate right now must undoubtedly be the best in the world. It
is cold enough for two blankets at night and delightfully warm
during the day. The sky is the bluest blue you can imagine and
the clouds the whitest white. It is completely surrounded by
mountains and the approach is exactly like [the movie] Shangri La.... But
best of all -- there is a missionary doctor [Gordon Seagrave] who
has lived here for 30 years ... at a place called Namkham about
five miles away, where he has a hospital. And they have arranged
with him to come over three times a week to look after us. He is
certainly an answer to prayer. Everybody likes him and has
confidence in him, so I think perhaps the health situation will
improve. When it does this is going to be heaven on earth --
until the Japs come over, then of course it's going to be hell.
There is only one word for [the CAMCO manager] Chuck Hunter. He
is a hero. You wouldn't believe it possible that he could have
come into this place less than a year ago and accomplish what he
has. All roads had to be built, everything had to be brought in
by trucks, and all labor imported. And believe it or not, they
are now turning out airplanes. You couldn't believe it if you
didn't see it. There are nine families here and four bachelors.
About 2,500 Chinese workmen and they are all housed very well.
Electric lights, running water and many more creature comforts.
The Club House where I am living is going to be beautiful when it
is finished. It sits on a high hill overlooking the valley and
is well arranged. As soon as it is finished and the furniture in
it there will be nothing more to ask for in the way of beauty and
comfort....
I am hoping my baggage will arrive this week. I am reduced to
wearing stockings with runs in them. Can you imagine that! But
if everybody sends me stockings that have promised me them I
shall be swimming in them soon. I have lived in one suitcase
since I left Rangoon November second. The clothes situation is
far form satisfactory naturally, but I seem to manage somehow or
other. All the wives have kindly offered to lend me whatever I
need. They know what it is, for they all had to live in grass
shacks for months on end.... [The comptroller] Doc Walsh is
almost a total wreck physically and mentally and he may be going
soon. He has had the responsibility of dealing with the Chinese
Government and that as you can imagine is a number one job.
Chuck Hunter is pivot around which everything revolves. He has
had malaria five times and any number of other things and
continues to carry on doing the work of five men and never
getting upset or ruffled. The other boys are all good at their
job and have worked with him in a way to gladden anybody's heart.
[late December 1939] -- My Rangoon baggage arrived on Tuesday
afternoon and I took Wednesday afternoon off from office to
unpack. That is one time I enjoyed unpacking. The cedar chest
with my winter coats, furs, etc., has not yet arrived and won't
be here for some time, but in spite of being the world's most
irresponsible person, Wallace [Pawley] got everything there was
in Rangoon except these two cases, my dressing case, which is in
the H & S vault, and my tennis racquet. He says it is coming,
but I rather imagine he left it at some club in Rangoon and I
shan't see it again. Doc Walsh is in Rangoon now, so I am not
worried about the trunk containing the files and my cedar chest.
He will see that I get them. And I have eventually got the
receipt for the dressing case out of Wallace. And as long as it
stays in the bank's vault, at least it is safe. Two of the
trunks that came up contain your stuff. I think perhaps I shall
be wearing it before I leave here. I am not going to unpack the
big case of silver. I rather imagine it will be scratched and
bent by the time we see it again. Two trips over these roads
would bend and scratch cast iron, much less fragile silver vases.
Saturday, the 23rd, we are giving a luncheon at the Club House
for the Governor General of Burma. So we are all busy with that
at present. Saturday night Betty and Andy Sargeant are having a
Christmas party. Sunday morning I am going to Namkham to service
at the church there. Dr. Seagrave, the missionary doctor there
has invited Bill Stoker and Al Anderson to come over and stay for
breakfast later, and they have asked me to go along. Dr.
Seagrave comes over three times a week to our hospital and we all
adore him. He is certainly one of the world's unsung heroes and
almost restores one's faith in missionaries. Christmas night we
are having a buffet dinner and dance at the Club House. We have
to start to work on the 26th. It will be my most unusual
Christmas. No shopping at all. But of course I am not grieving
over that, for I always hated the job. Christmas Day from 11 to
2 we are invited to Gertrude and Chuck Hunter's for eggnog, and
that will be our nearest approach to anything like our usual
Christmas celebrations. I am giving my self a saddle for
Christmas. It is being made in Kunming and will cost CNC$150 --
about US$10 -- and as soon as it comes I think I'll buy me a
nag.... I have to get up early and I work late, so I won't have
an opportunity to ride except on Sunday. I might add I also work
Saturday afternoon. But it's my own doing. I wanted to come and
I have no one to blame but myself. But I am much happier here
than I have ever been in Hongkong and perhaps it is better here
where everybody knows me than being in Rangoon. If only I can
keep well, I know I shall like it.
My living at the Club House seems to be working out all right.
Wallace Pawley [the youngest of the brothers, and evidently in
charge at Loiwing] has arrived and he and I had words about the
way he handled my baggage--he didn't know a thing about it and
after I had burned up the wires with a couple of cables he found
he had it all but two cases in his own packing cases. Then one
night he made a filthy remark in my presence and Al Anderson and
Jack Sheridan didn't half tell him where he got off. They told
him that the boys not only invited me to live there but wanted me
and if he couldn't behave like a gentleman he could get out.
Pretty strong words to tell the boss's brother. However, I know
him of old and we manage to get along all right, and he is
kindness itself usually, but heaven help you if he has to do
anything pertaining to work or a job of any kind. Right now he is
starting a poultry farm. Wonder how he and the chickens will get
along. He will probably forget to feed them.
All the other boys are swell -- even if you don't like that word.
Al Anderson is one of the nicest kids I ever met, quiet and shy
and unassuming and hard working. Bill Stoker is grand when
Mary's away (which she is), Jack Sheridan is a sketch. He is
Doc's assistant and I work with him. Doc is in Rangoon now and
the other day I asked Jack if I could have the afternoon off and
he said yes -- where are you going I'll go with you. Walter Sobol
you remember. He brought us in from Mokanshan that time.
[Sebie] Smith is a bit of a lad but a great boy and Roger
Reynolds, one of the finest test pilots in the world, renews my
faith in the human race. Of course, I've always thought the
world and all of both Chuck and Doc. Doc is not well and is
worried about everything, including his family, but he is still
kind and good to me.
Jan. 7, 1940 -- Loiwing is still lovely. The sunshine is like
liquid gold and why I can't get rid of this cough I am sure I
don't know. Doctor Seagrave has been a darling in looking after
me, but he knows how to pick out horrible medicine and that's no
joke. Personally I think a good dose of castor oil would have
been better than all the high powered muck he poured into me....
We've been having lots of visitors to this place. Our last one
was Sir Stafford Cripps. He and his party spent the night here
last Monday. I didn't get to meet them as I was in bed, but they
had their dinner from one of our tablecloths. The Governor
General of Burma came up on Dec. 23rd, and there seems hardly a
day that we don't have to put up a company dinner. It really is
a treat to have no one but the family for a meal.
Doc and Chuck have certainly looked after me well. I don't know
what I've ever done to deserve so much attention. I know one
thing. Doc likes to tell me his troubles and he takes my advice
about a lot of things. We sat out in the sun for two hours
before lunch today talking over stuff and things. He has just
told me that he is going to arrange for my salary to be paid in
gold at the highest rate I was getting before exchange broke. He
says it will be fixed up and he will talk to Bill [Pawley] about
it when he has done it. Is that a pal or is that a pal! So
don't worry too much about the old finances. I should be able to
save something here. I can't spend any money except my mess bill
and that can't be too high, although we certainly live well....
Jan. 15, 1940 -- Things in the factory are moving along all right.
Of course there are troubles and tribulations but that is to be
expected, I suppose. It is marvelous what has been accomplished.
Walter Winchell talked about us in his New York broadcast on
January 6th, a great deal about Chuck as Winchell deals mostly in
personalities. Time magazine had an article about us sometime
during the latter part of October or
early November.
18 Feb 1940 -- I am feeling very well now and am able to work hard
all day without being tired. As a matter of fact I think I feel
better than at any time since I've been here. But I am keeping
my fingers crossed, the mosquitoes are still with us. My room is
screened and I sleep under a net and the room is flitted
constantly. I don't know that there is any more I can do. The
malaria mosquitoes only bite after six o'clock. I have ordered a
pair of soft leather boots from Rangoon. They come up to my
knees and as soon as I get home from office I intend wearing
them, even if I am dressed up in my best evening dress....
Went to a party Tuesday night at Bill Stokers and had a very good
time. Doc said it was all right if I went if I didn't stay too
late. Came home at one though some of the crowd made a night of
it and got in at 6 A. M. After the dancing and supper they got
into a poker game and that screwball Wallace was betting a
hundred rupees a time. This after Bill coughed up, the latest
rumor says, US $10,000 to keep him out of jail in Rangoon because
of gambling debts. I played bridge with him last night and took
him into camp. I knew if I bided my time I could take his
number....
We are test flying planes now. It is very thrilling watching
them being built and then flown. Whenever I have time I go out
into the shop and watch them building on the Hawks. Next we
build Vultees and some C.W. 21's. They are the babies we need,
for they can take off and be up in one minute. Roger Reynolds,
chief test pilot, is a whiz. I believe he could fly anything
that had wings. He is a grand person along with it too. Drinks
very little and looks after his health like nobody's business.
He is recognized as one of the first eight test pilots in
America, and I imagine that means the world, because certainly in
aviation America is tops. We understand that England and France
have bought about 3,000 Wright engines recently.
[The Hawk III was a Curtiss-designed biplane fighter-bomber,
the backbone of the Chinese Air Force in the 1930s. The Vultee
V-11 was a slow, single-engine attack plane, and the CW-21 was
a fast interceptor developed from a Curtiss sportplane. -- DF]
March 2, 1940 -- Factory construction is going along very well.
We hope to finish this lot of planes by April 15th, and then the
big contract begins. Right now sidewalks are being built, the
runway has been crowned and drained and roads are being graveled,
all in preparation for the rainy season. All the houses are
being screened and although work seems to move slowly, it is
really surprising the improvements that have been made in the
three months that I have been here. The Americans all seem to be
getting restless, and want to take vacations or resign or do
something crazy. Right now when it is so necessary that things
move fast they are all asking for their two weeks' vacation. Al
and Bill Stoker left Saturday morning at 5 o'clock, intending to
drive to Rangoon in two days. No one thinks they will do it, but
Al says its only a breeze.
April 4, 1940 -- Mr. Pawley arrives next Monday. He seems to be
bringing a thundering herd with him. A new engineer by the name
of McCarthy [later spelled McCarty] is coming. I remember
meeting him in Shanghai in 1936. He is the man that built the
Pacific and Atlantic Clippers. He must have plenty on the ball.
Mr. Mathews is coming. He is the accountant form the New York
office and I had lunch with him when I was in New York last year.
George Arnold is coming out... A metallurgist is also in the
party. One new man arrived Monday who has the high sounding
title of "production engineer". Dr. [George] Sellett is also
coming....
Monday Morning. Things happen fast around this place. Saturday
night a cable came in saying Mr. Pawley was bringing Olga Smith
and Phyllis Steagals with him and to furnish a house for the
three of us [women]. Like a bolt out of the blue it came as I
had just got my room all nicely fixed up. Walter [Sobol] and all
the boys jumped to early Sunday morning and with Betty's and
Gertrude's help we moved me down to Murph's house.... Chuck
says he has got a feeling he is going to be fired before the day
is over. It will be a sad day for Bill Pawley and Central
Aircraft if that happens. Bill is bringing out George Arnold and
all the men despise the sight of him.... It is a shame, these
boys have come out here and roughed it for over a year and got
things going and now Bill brings out a lot of super executives to
ride over them. If it were not for his money, his own brothers
wouldn't stick to him. Instead of binding these heroes to him
forever, he goes ahead and throws vinegar on them. He will
probably give them all a check and then consider that he has been
magnanimous. But they are all waiting for him. If he makes one
squawk he is going to be without the men who really do the work.
Aviation industry in America is thriving to such an extent now
that they could all walk into good jobs back home. And if he
makes one dirty crack at me, he is going to bring in another
secretary.... I suppose Dr. Sellett will be the one to pour oil
on the troubled waters. But as much as I think of him I hope he
doesn't stick around long.
April 18, 1940 -- Tuesday Mr. Pawley, Ed Pawley, Dr. Sellett and
Prof Dickinson left. It broke our heart to see Prof Dickinson
leave but he has promised to come back as soon as he can see to
things in Chengtu. Dr. Sellett was very cordial and affable and
Ed was all right this time. Mr. [Bill] Pawley has apparently
grown richer and more prosperous and somehow or other he doesn't
seem as he did in the old Shanghai days. I think perhaps I
remind him of those days and he rather resents it, although he
was quite nice, was much concerned that I had been so ill and how
I liked it here. I still haven't got my salary fixed.... Doc is
leaving in three weeks to be away six months. I doubt if he
comes back.... Chuck is general manager while Doc is away and I
am to do his [Chuck Hunter's] work. Of course I like that....
McCarty, the famous engineer, is very nice, has a charming manner
and is very friendly. I don't know how Bill ever got him away
from Martin. He was their chief engineer. No one can understand
it. He perhaps wanted the experience in a foreign country.
May 10 1940 -- Wallace is very subdued since Mr. Pawley's
arrival. Apparently Bill is venting his spleen on the poor boy.
I rather imagine the night that Bill leaves Wallace is going to
get howling drunk -- and I don't much blame him. Of course, I
suppose Bill is thinking about that US $10,000 he had to cough up
to keep him out of jail in Rangoon.
May 18, 1940 -- Today at lunch we had quite a lot of excitement
The CNAC plane came in unexpectedly and was over the field before
we knew anything about it. A Hawk III was in the middle of the
runway and there was great excitement amongst the lot of us for
fear the pilot would come down and not see it. Fortunately just
before he landed some coolies on the runway had enough sense to
taxi it over to one side. We brought the passengers up to the
Club House for sandwiches and drinks and they were all exclaiming
over the Club House and the beauty of Loiwing....
I won't mention the war. I am too worried about you all to even
form any idea. There seems to be little left to hope for. After
all England has been a great power for 300 years and there is no
reason to expect, in the light of history, why she should not
decline, but oh what a sad sad case of what might have been.
The Chinese are giving the noble Japs a run for their money.
Last night's radio said the Chinese are in striking distance of
Hankow. I suppose now that Germany is walking away with things,
our noble allies, the Japs and Wops will come in on her side,
exactly as they did the last time on our side. If and when it is
over and England should survive I wish the statemen who write the
peace terms would remember that charity begins at home, and that
hands across the sea is a beautiful little bit of sentiment, but
it won't work with gangsters and outlaws and cut-throats.
May 25, 1940 -- Another week gone by. It must have been an
anxious one for you all. You are ever in my thought these days.
Do take good care and try to get all the food you can laid by.
Methinks you are going to need it before this war is over. We
only have the radio news and much of the time the interference is
so bad we miss the vital part. It is a case of hope for the
best. When will this crazy world settle down. Not in our life
time, I very much fear me.
Mr. Pawley has been in Rangoon this week and we have had things a
little easier, although I've earned my corn all right. Matty
[Mathews?], Chuck and Doc manage to keep me on my toes most of
the time. When Mr. Pawley is here my most difficult task is
sending and receiving cables. Thank heavens we don't have to
code them, or I should be crazy. Keeping track of receipts and
replies is a full time job....
Mr. Pawley is due back today. He is driving the station wagon
from Lashio and he is going to have some idea of what things out
here are like. It is 150 miles and usually takes 6 to 7 hours to
make the trip. With the heavy rains it will probably take him
all day and I know he will be a grand humor when he reaches here
tonight. Chuck and Doc are thoroughly delighted that he is going
to get a taste of what they went through during the rains last
year. I am going to have some definite news for you about my
salary by the time I write you next week....
June 1, 1940 -- Mr. Pawley has gone back to Chungking and we are
hoping for a peaceful week. He is leaving for the States soon.
He has several big deals on and
goodness knows what will be the outcome. He got a wire late
Wednesday asking him to go to Lashio as the CNAC plane had a sick
engine. He rode all night and got to Lashio at 5:30. There were
six of our people on the plane and he persuaded Royal Leonard to
fly the plane on to Loiwing, although it had been pouring rain
for a week and the runway was a lake. Chuck and Doc were scared
for it to be done and after we left the office we said well we
stopped that plan all right. Went up to the Club House and were
sitting having a beer when we heard a plane, looked out and there
was the DC-2. We all jumped into the car and went rushing down.
Royal made a perfect three-point landing and we breathed a sigh.
I went rushing over and saw Charles and threw my arms around his
neck and he said Mamie I am so glad to see you I could kiss you,
but before he could do it I spied Millie and we both got excited
and started jumping up and down and I broke the frame of my
glasses. However, Sebie Smith, of the instrument department,
fixed them for me yesterday.
[The "big deals" probably included the first hint of the American
Volunteer Group. In January, Intercontinent vice-president Bruce Leighton
had urged the U.S. Navy to help set up a guerrilla air force "consisting
of fifty dive-bombers, fifty twin-engine bombers, fifty pursuits, and ten
transports." In June, not long after Pawley's visits to Chongqing,
Chiang Kai-shek would send his brother-in-law T.V. Soong to Washington to
seek U.S. military aid, and in October Claire Chennault would be sent
to join him.]
Mr. Pawley was all a dither to get going to Chungking and after
pulling the plane in and working on it all night we waked up
yesterday with one of the hardest rains we've yet had. But he ws
determined to go. Royal taxied a little distance and bang went
his left wheel into the mud. They had to get the tractor to pull
him out. He turned he round and went down the field very low and
slow and I was sure he was going into the ditch. It looked as
though he had inches to spare when he finally got his wheels up.
Some of the boys say they saw where he left and he had 700 feet
more, but I still don't believe it.
June 8, 1940 -- The news now is so disheartening that I scarcely
know what to say, so will only tell you that I am hoping you are
going to be safe and all right. Our radios have all been filled
with static the past few days and nothing has been clear enough
for us to make heads or tails from it. We did hear that Paris
had been bombed and the outskirts of London. Goodness know what
will have happened by the time you read this letter. I suppose
all we can do is hope for the best....
Mr. Pawley will be back for a short visit next week and then back
to the States. Doc I think now will be leaving from Hongkong on
the 26th. Mr. Pawley let him down on his 19th sailing. When he
goes, I think the coming and going will about be over. We've
certainly had our share of visiting firemen these past three
months. The rains have started now and there won't be any
[visitors] until next Autumn. We can do with some peace and
quiet. I will have a busy time if all the girls leave, although
I think I can manage all right and I honestly believe it will be
better. Olga didn't fit into the picture at all. Phyllis is so
emotionally unstable that I don't think she could weather much of
a storm, and Millie might go off the deep end with all the male
company and no Charles in the offing. As for Mamie, she likes it
here, and, except from being separated from you she would be
perfectly contented. And I honestly think most the gang would
hate to see me leave.
June 18, 1940 -- This has been a most heartbreaking week. I am
all right and things are going well, but I have thought of you
constantly and have spent every conscious moment hoping and
praying that you are safe and that somehow or other a miracle
will occur and that England yet may be saved. My heart stopped
absolutely last night when we heard on the radio that France had
given the order to cease fire. I couldn't believe it, and was
relieved this morning to know that there is still a faint hope
that they may continue.
We had an exciting day here today. Mr. Pawley flew in yesterday
in the new Vultee transport which, apparently is not equipped
with a high enough powered engine. They left Kunming and were 3
1/2 hours in the air completely lost. Eventually, through more
good luck than anything else, they found Paoshan and came down.
At that time they had 12 gallons of gas left and you know it
doesn't take long for an airplane to eat 12 gallons of gasoline.
They refueled and came on in here where they spent last night and
were supposed to take off this morning at 9. They were working
on the ship with some Chinese test pilots were testing some Hawks
and just about the time they were ready to warm up, the Chinese
test pilot flew down right over the field dropping a note saying
his landing gear was stuck and he couldn't let his wheel down.
Three or four times he came in to land and they waved him up. He
was so near the ground I am sure I could have touched him. But
each time the old engine pulled up. Finally he dropped his belly
tank and we knew he would come in for a belly landing. But they
continued to wave him up. And then Roger Reynolds our foreign
test pilot took off in another plane and got close enough to him
to hold out a wrench and show him how to work a certain gadget
with his hand which would help release the landing gear. By that
time all of us on the ground were all set to watch a beautiful
crash, or what's more see him lose his head and bail out which
would have been fatal at the height he was holding. However,
when Roger showed him the wrench he waved his hands as much as to
say no good, and Roger says all right I'll go back down and get
out of your way. In a few minutes he came over the field with
his wheels down but we certainly had an anxious hour.
Then about an hour later Mr. Pawley took off in the Vultee and,
although I didn't see the take-off, Doc was telling me that he
left the runway with only 200 feet to spare and he just skimmed
the roof of the Club House. Doc and the Hunter children are
leaving in the Vultee Thursday to connect with a CNAC at Kunming
and then on into Hongkong where they take the Clipper next
Wednesday. So many people have told Gertrude that the ship is no
good that she is almost in hysterics about the children going in
it. Chuck told Doc and me tonight he was in for a tough two
months.
June 26, 1940 -- Well, Jim, never a dull moment in Loiwing.
Last night they found bubonic plague infested rates in the
workmen's barracks and today everybody is running around in
circles. All the workmen walked out of the factory. It's like a
dead city. There are about three of us at office. Matty and
Chuck are all excited and nervous and don't know whether they are
coming or going. My, my, how we need Doc. He would be as
excited as they are but no one would ever know it. They are
digging trenches around the workmen's barracks preparatory to
burning them down about 5 o'clock this afternoon. Everybody is
being injected but it will be ten days before we know what the
outcome will be. They are going to fly serum in to take care of
everyone. This place would give anybody the willies -- the way
they react to epidemics, rumors, fears, etc. It makes me sick.
Take your shot and forget about it. If it gets you -- you can't
do anything about it anyway. Why the factory has to close down I
don't know. It's the worst thing they could do to let the
Chinese congregate and talk about it.
[The women went down to
Maymyo in Burma for three weeks to wait out the plague. -- DF]
July 26, 1940 -- The factory is back at work but with the closing
of the Burma Road goodness only knows how long we will be able to
do anything. We can't even bring in gasoline.... I had a grand
three weeks' rest in Maymyo and every one says I am looking fit.
Got all my clothes in order and now have nothing to worry about
in that direction. Got two new evening dresses, a black and
white silk print, blue linen, two woollen dresses that I got in
Bradford, a pair of flannel slacks, two play suits, a blue
knitted sweater and coat -- like my brown slacks -- that I wear
with the gray flannels, two or three blouses, and all my
underwear repaired. What I need now is an amah to press all of
it.
August 5, 1940 -- Gertrude Hunter has been quite sick. She had a
slight operation and doesn't seem able to get over it very
quickly. Chuck is running around like a chicken with its head off
and has aged about ten years in the eight months I have been down
here. All the old boys still despise the sight of George Arnold
and everything seems shot to hell to me. I've never known the
spirit of the boys to be at such a low state. In the place of
the old spirit of comradeship, they seem totally uninterested in
the place. Of course I think they are afraid Doc won't come back.
If Mr. Pawley knows what is good for the money he has sunk in
here he will get Doc back as fast as he can. I know I shall
certainly be much happier when he gets back. Matty is all right
but he has never tackled anything like this and knows absolutely
nothing about the Chinese and tries to handle them like he would
an American factory.
Aug. 5 1940 -- Well, I've just about reached a settlement re my
salary and goodness I am glad to have it over. I am not so
particularly steamed up about it, but it's not too bad. I am to
have my salary from October to July in Hongkong dollars at the
prevailing rate of exchange for each of those months. From July
1st I am on flat US $175 per month -- but, in addition, I get my
expenses, and that includes all the time I am here. Expenses to
include everything, laundry, tips, cigaretts, beer, etc. So I
suppose I can't complain. I haven't many outstanding bills and
when the final payment is made to me I should have a little cash
in hand. I will send you a draft as soon as I get my check. And
I want you to buy some new suits, etc. There isn't much here for
me to spend my money on. I'll probably have to refund the amount
I spent for clothes in Maymyo and I should think for poker bridge
etc $25 a month will do -- although at present I am far ahead of
the game at both bridge and poker. So I should be able to save
$150 a month, if everything works out right. Now I am feeling
much better about things in general and I suppose I'll have to
start being cheerful about all this hard work I am putting out.
Aug. 19, 1940 -- Things around this place are in a continual state
of upheaval. I some times wonder if we will ever settle down
again to peaceful living. There are dozens of visitors here now,
government auditors, Dr. Sellett, Ed Pawley and goodness knows
who all. They get under your feet and in your hair. Matty is
running around like a chicken with its head cut off, trying to
get the annual audit finished and ship out a couple of spare
auditors. Then he has to take over the Government auditors. I
scarcely ever see him and in the meantime his desk looks like a
cyclone had struck it. I suppose I could get busy and answer
some of his mail, but with the situation as it is I should
probably make more mistakes than anything else, and I don't feel
inclined in that direction.
Sept. 24, 1940 -- Saturday night Ailene Felio had a party -- buffet
dinner -- and afterwards dancing at the Club. We didn't have our
usual late Saturday night, but I stayed in bed until about 10:30
Sunday. There were some visitors in the camp so I had to get up
to be polite. After lunch Matty and I drove to Namkham to buy
some gasoline. It certainly is "precious liquid fuel" now that
the British won't allow any to come into China....
Now that the Japanese have got Indo China, we may all be going
soon. I don't know whether they will bomb us out or just walk in
and take us over. We are all sitting on a volcano to see what
happens. I think Hitler must have given up the idea of barging
into England. I was very pleased to hear the other day that
America is turning over the [B-17] Flying Fortresses to England --
all she has -- because those babies are just what their name
implies. Our armament man has flown in them and he says they can
really go to town.
October 28 1940 -- Well, darling, the long expected day arrived
Saturday. Just after lunch with no warning at all the Japanese
came in with 35 planes and dropped 150 bombs. And what a mess.
So far we have found 38 dead, 120 workmen's houses destroyed and
considerable damage to the plant. I was in the bathroom at the
time and rushed out just in time to get the last car. Ed Pawley
jumped out of the grunt seat to give me his place and as the
bombers were right above us at the time he swung onto the side
and Matty gave the car the gun. Turning the corner Ed fell off.
Another man jumped off to look after him and yelled to Matty to
keep going, which Matty did. As I looked back I saw him rolled
over in a ditch and just at that moment the bombs started
falling. We rushed over across the bridge to Burma but on the
way several cars in front of us had stopped and the people had
run into the grass and ditches, so we had to do the same. It
didn't take the little devils long to do their dirty work and we
were soon back in the car and long gone. After reaching the Club
House Matty turned immediately round to come back. We had
already seen the flames from the 100 houses and knew there had
been big loss of life. Soon as Matty left Andy Sargeant decided
he would come back and I jumped in the car with him and we rushed
to the hospital. You know how I hate the Japs -- well since that
afternoon in the hospital it has doubled. I don't know the first
thing about hospital work but I learned a good deal quick....
It is beyond my comprehension how anyone can be cruel enough to
cause such human suffering as I witnessed on Saturday. I can't
write you about the details. I'll have to wait and tell you --
there are too many and too harrowing. But if I never see another
Jap it will be too soon. I wish America would do something about
it. One girl in camp had a portable radio and heard the
broadcast from Hanoi which said Loiwing had been completely wiped
out and that the aircraft plant was jointly owned by Chinese and
British. Naturally they would say that. They dared not say it
was American owned. We are hoping to high heaven that the State
Department will just add it on to the score against Japan. But I
don't know. If America waits much longer it will be too late, I
fear me.
Nov. 18 1940 -- I hardly know where to begin to tell you all the
news. At right this minute I am sitting in a garage where we
have set up an office. Chuck, Matty three Chinese and I in a
one-car garage and we are trying to work. We have moved out of
the Club House and I am living in a grass shack in Manwing. Its
really lots of fun right now but I know I'll freeze in another
few weeks. We have a communal sitting room and dining room and
then Murph, Walter Sobol, Al Anderson, Matty and I each have a
little grass shack of our own. Matty is leaving the 15th of
December and Doc Walsh is due back about the 5th of December. I
didn't think Doc would come back especially after being bombed
out of Loiwing. I haven't heard what the eventual decision will
be about the factory. Dr. Sellett is still in India....
The eventual count after the bombing was 40 dead, of whom five
were Shan coolies, and 60 injured. Many of them are still in Dr.
Seagrave's hospital as we had to dismantle our hospital. One
bomb fell only fifty feet from it. We have had two or three air
raid alarms since the big day but so far they have not been back.
We have a much better network now and except for one big gap Doc
and Chuck think we will get at least a half hour's warning. We
certainly had a close call on October 26th and I don't think any
of us would care to repeat the performance. How it happened none
of us were hurt is simply staggering to the imagination. Andy
Sargeant -- who knows a lot about these things -- says they missed
it by three seconds. Had they pulled the bombs three seconds
later the entire factory, hospital, runway and Club House were
right in the line of flight. As it was, they (the bombs) fell in
the workmen's huts, the staffmen's houses, two or three factory
buildings, and just missed the hospital. The Club House was next
in line and a dud fell back of it. And I stopped to brush my
teeth. Can you beat it. Of course, I never for a moment dreamed
that we wouldn't have a few minutes warning....
What of yourself, Jimmie darling? Thirteen years ago tomorrow we
were in Shanghai and being married. What a life we have led
since that day ...and this seems to be the climax. I know I am
weary of this existence and feel that you must be even more so.
The years are taking their toll all too rapidly and I can't see
any end to it all.
Jan 7 1941 -- Well, a New Year and I wonder what it will bring to
us. I am not too enthusiastic at the moment and I suppose
another long year of waiting for better times. We are carrying
on but what a struggle. In the early mornings there is a trace
of ice and believe me it is cold climbing out of bed and dressing
in a grass shack and then coming to work in one. We have now dug
a hole in the ground and have charcoal burning but with all the
sides propped up it is almost useless -- except I can warm my
fingers when they get too cold to type any more. Doc and I and
some of the boys are planning on moving back to the dormitory but
Chuck has put his foot down and I suppose we will have to carry
on as we have been for the past two months and a half. I am
keeping quite well though....
New Year's eve we had a party at the Club House since it wasn't
moonlight and had our usual dancing and singing. Dr. Sellett was
here at the time and he seemed to quite enjoy it. He had got
back from the Indian trip the day before. That was the trip I
was supposed to take with him and which he told me would last
about ten days. Actually it lasted two months. New Year's day
was full of conferences although most of us went to a cocktail
party at the Giles and I later had dinner over at the other
bachelor mess. Thursday I didn't come down in the morning but
did work in the afternoon. That night we all had dinner with
Gertrude and Chuck. Dr. Sellett left at 4 o'clock Thursday
morning and had Al to drive him to Maymo for an interview with
the Governor. They came back to Lashio Friday morning and he
caught CNAC there about 3, arriving here at 3:30. After an
hour's conference here, while the CNAC pilot was biting his
fingernails, he left for Chungking. I wont see him again for
some time as he is leaving for America as soon as he makes a trip
to Shanghai. He came back from India looking better than I have
ever seen him and the first night he slept in the grass shack he
got a terrible cold. When Al got him to Maymyo he had to go
directly to the doctor before he could see the Governor and
immediately to hospital for the night after the interview.
Apparently his India trip was successful -- as is usual with him.
There is a distinct possibility that I may be transferred to
India. If so, I shall be in Bangalore which I am told has the
finest climate in India.
Doc isn't settling down too well. He hates the conditions under
which we have to work and live. Being a fiend for work, it is
difficult for him to knock off at 5 -- which we are compelled to
do -- and he hates coming down early. Says there is no use as it
is too cold to work. He suffers from the cold more than any of
us I think.
[In February, Mamie went with Dr. Sellett to Bangalore,
probably in connection with establishing the government-owned
Hindustan Aircraft factory as a backup to the Loiwing plant.
"Mac" McCarty and some other Americans were already there. -- DF]
March 3, 1941 -- Life in Loiwing is about as usual. A good many of
the personnel have left. Gertrude and Chuck [Hunter] are leaving
for America on the next Clipper and there will be only two women
left in camp when she goes. I have no idea what my final
assignment is going to be but I hope I can stay here. I have
been happier here than anywhere in China except, of course,
Shanghai.
Dr. Sellett arrived yesterday from India and will be here for a
few days. I suppose I'll get plenty of work when he eventually
gets down to it. He had a conference until 2 AM this morning and
has yet hasn't put in an appearance. However, I am feeling fit
again and have had four games of golf since I got back.... The
weather now is beautiful. My little grass shack is cozy and warm
at night with a charcoal fire in the big iron pot. It isn't cold
enough for a fire in the morning. When I got back, Matty had had
it all cleaned, everything tuned out, and put back in good order.
All my clothes aired and packed away in my camphor chest, lots of
nice flowers in both my sitting room and bedroom, and a bottle of
John Haig dimple on my desk. It made me think of the times when
I used to come home from vacations and you always had the house
so nice.
March 11, 1941 -- We were all glad to hear last night on the radio
that the Lease and Lend bill had gone through safely. I wonder
what Hitler thinks of that.
May 28, 1941 -- We have moved back to the Club House and are
about settled in again. My but its grand to have a bathroom
again. With the rains and insects the grass shacks became
unbearable. There are eleven of us at present but several are
leaving this week so we will only be a small family. We have
quite a lot of visitors from time to time, who bring us news of
the outside world.... At the moment, we are saying goodby to
Matty. Every one hates like hell to see him go. He has been a
good friend to all of us. I, especially, am going to miss him
for he has been more than kind and considerate of my welfare. Al
Anderson is going at the same time. He is going to America for
two months at the factory and then back to India. We shall also
miss him. He is a nice kid. Right now he is growing a mustache
that makes him look like nothing on earth.
June 4, 1941 -- We have had a busy time the past week. Mr. E. P.
Pawley, General Chow Chih-jou and a mission of American flying
officers have been down on a visit. They only intended staying
one day but Royal Leonard, the pilot, got sick and they stayed
two days. We certainly had a busy time, believe me. We had not
got really settled into the Club House and trying to do all that
entertaining was no mean feat. They left yesterday about 12:30
and we were able to breathe again.
Matty leaves tomorrow night. My, how I am going to miss him. He
has been a father and mother and boss all rolled into one person.
I don't think I ever knew anyone who was so completely
sympathetic with the troubles of others. I hope he comes back.
I don't know that I will be very busy when he goes but I will
have a certain amount of responsibility. Al Anderson left for
home Monday. He is going back to the factory for a few months
and then going to India. We are going to miss him also....
There will soon be only three or four of us left. However Chuck
comes back on the same plane that Matty leaves. Gertrude isn't
coming back with him. When she got home the doctor said it was
only a severe case of nerves. There is only one woman left other
than myself and that is Mrs. Vivian Giles. I haven't heard
anything further about my future and am just sitting patiently
for any news that might break. Understand Mr. Pawley will be
coming out soon.
July 30, 1941 -- Chuck still isn't back. He is down [in Rangoon]
looking after the planes and pilots that America is sending to
China. I hope they get busy soon. Our gang grows continually
smaller. An occasional batch of visitors drop in on us. And
that is about the extent of our excitement.... We have been free
of air raids since returning to the Club House. Have only had
one and it wasn't serious. The Japs may get busy now before the
American planes and pilots get in operation, but I rather imagine
they have some other fish to fry at the moment. I'll take my hat
off to the Russians. They seem to be giving Germany a language
she can understand in very unabridged editions. And with the RAF
giving her what for on the other side, there is no doubt she has
waked up to the fact that she has a war on her hands.
August 11, 1941 -- Chuck has been up for a week. He has been
made a Colonel in the U.S. Army and is in charge of the ground
crew of Americans coming out here to fly for China. Incidentally
we are supposed to get 1,500 pilots and 1,500 planes, with a
ground crew of about 3,000. So big things are happening soon.
Colonel Chennault is in charge of the mission. Chuck is returning
to Rangoon Sunday, a Beechcraft is coming up for him and I am
going down with him, if all goes well. Dr. Seagrave says I
simply must wear long dresses with long sleeves, in addition to
my leather boots, in the evening [against mosquitoes].
All the gang are going along all right. We are getting pretty
tired of waiting for things to happen but Chuck assures us that
another two months and we won't know the place. We will likely
get another visit from the little yellow bellies but I am going
to get a pair of field glasses and stand out to watch the fight.
We'll have plenty of fast American pilots and plenty of fast
American planes and it won't be any walkover this time. They will
probably never get here anyway. I am just longing for America to
declare war on Japan and Russia to come in from Vladivostok at
the same time and flatten the heavenly kingdom to hell and gone.
August 16, 1941 -- I hope if there is a war between the States and
Japan it won't be fought in Shanghai. I am almost tempted to
have our furniture shipped to the States but right at the moment
freight is so exorbitant that it would cost a fortune to ship it.
The storage rates are not very high when translated into U.S.
Dollars so perhaps its best to wait and see. My silver and linen
are still in the Bhamo godown, and my papers are in an iron safe
in the Bhamo godown. They should be safe enough.
Sept. 11, 1941 -- I've just come to office and find a cable from
Mr. Pawley telling me I am to be transferred to Rangoon and I
don't like it at all. I would much rather be here with Doc and
Chuck. And I prefer living here to Rangoon. What a life I lead!
I've got a damn good mind to go to America, I am so fed up. What
burns me up is that Mr. Pawley told me I could stay here and then
he gets back to Rangoon and decided I must go there. His brother
Ed is down there and nobody likes him. I can see some rows in
the offing because I am not going to pay any attention to him.
Rangoon climate is not nearly as good as Loiwing and we are just
coming into our good weather here. In addition I've bought all
my clothes for Loiwing and I won't need them in Rangoon.
I suppose I'll have to live in the Strand Hotel and that will be
a nice howdy do -- there isn't any place else. I suppose I'll
have to take my medicine though. I wouldn't be at all surprised
if Doc doesn't leave when I do. He is fed up with Mr. Pawley and
this is about the last straw. I hope he does. They can't run
this place without Doc and Mr. Pawley knows it. I haven't said
anything to Doc about it yet. He just handed me the telegram and
has gone out but I am going to tell him how I feel about it when
he comes in. I haven't told Chuck either. Chuck is back here to
stay now simply because he couldn't get on with Ed.
Sept. 24, 1941 -- Mr. Pawley is coming back Friday and I am going
to have a chin wag with him. He told me when he was here last
time I could go anywhere I wanted to where he had an office and I
told him I preferred to stay in Loiwing and then when he gets
back to Rangoon he cables me to go there. I know exactly what's
happened. The office there is in a mess. He had also sent Sien
there and now he is sending me. That brother of his isn't any
heavyweight when he weighs his gray matter and in addition is as
lazy as Wallace -- if that were possible. He is also sending out
[Eugene] his third brother, whom I understand from Woody, the
CNAC pilot, who knows him well, that he is the dumbest of the
lot.... Chuck says he has had his stomach full of the "Pawley
boys" and I am just about to reach the same conclusion. Chuck
couldn't get along with Ed at all and you know anybody who
couldn't manage to get along with Chuck must not be up to much.
Rangoon, Oct 13, 1941 -- I left Loiwing Wednesday morning by car
and spent Wednesday night in Bhamo. I left there very early
Thursday morning on an Irrawaddy Flotilla boat and had an entire
day to myself as there were no other passengers. Reached Katha
at 7 and the train was waiting. Got nicely settled and after
about 2 hours had to make another change at Novbo. I had wired
for a bed roll but none was available so I had to use my tweed
coat for one. Reached Mandalay about 10:30 and spent the day
there with Mr & Mrs John Kennedy who were formerly in Bhamo.
Left Mandalay at six PM and reached here about 8:30 next morning.
It was not nearly as bad a trip as I had expected. How ever as I
didn't sleep very much on the train the two nights I enjoyed a
little snooze yesterday afternoon. Got downstairs about 5
o'clock and ran into [Billy] Macdonald the pilot who loaned me
the sox going to HongKong. Had a drink with him and went to see
Greta Garbo in Minotchka, which I very much liked. Cam home and
went to bed early. This morning I woke at 6, and started reading
Hemingway's For Whom the Bell Tolls. Didn't put it down until
1:30 as it completely absorbed my interest. I am going to
another picture this P. M. and have another good night's rest and
be ready for the "Pawley boys" tomorrow.
Rangoon, October 21, 1941 -- Well, here I've been a week and it
hasn't been too bad. The job I am doing at present doesn't
require any brain work at all and its easy on my eyes. The
office is quite pleasant and I am not worrying too much about
work. Murph Gerrold blew into town last Monday for a
week's stay and of course I enjoyed see him. We went to the
picture show every night. Made no difference whether they were
good or bad. We got a front seat and had a hilarious time. He
left yesterday morning and I felt quite lonely. However, last
night Dr. Gentry, American surgeon with the Volunteer Group, took
me to the pictures and afterwards a nice long ride and a drink at
a rather disreputable cafi. It was the only place open. We saw
quite a good show, though. Today he is driving back to Toungoo
and asked me to go up for a day or two. As I am doing work
connected with that now, they said they thought it would be a
good idea if I went up for a look-see. We are leaving in about
half an hour. Dr. Gentry, Skip Adair and a young pilot that Dr.
Gentry brought down for attention at the hospital here. It's a
six-hour drive. I'll stay there tonight and tomorrow and come
back by train tomorrow night. The group will be moving out of
Toungoo soon and I am glad for a chance to see it before it
breaks up.
[Later] We left here about 11 o'clock, had lunch at Pegu and
arrived at Toungoo about 5.... Met [Jo Stewart and Emma Foster]
two very nice American girls who are nurses and stayed with them
in the mat shed hospital. They had picture shows that night so I
attended with the boy who had been to school at Teachers College.
Next day I was taken all around the place. Saw two emergency
landings from the radio control tower. Had sandwiches and tea
with the pilots in the ready room at 9:30. They start flying at
6 [AM]. In the afternoon we rode up into the mountains to a
swimming pool and spent a very nice time. Came back for a beer at
the station in Toungoo and then a nice evening on the hospital
verandah talking to Dr. Gentry and some of the pilots. Returned
to Rangoon on Thursday morning and walked into the dining room
for lunch about 2 to find a crowd of Loiwing people had come in
on the Lockheed. So Thursday night Andy Sargeant took us to a
grand Chinese chow. Best one I've had in a long time....
Saturday a gang of the pilots blew in from Toungoo and I went to
the races with them in the afternoon. Jack Nevin, who put in our
refrigerating plant at Loiwing, took me to a 6:30 show and dinner
afterwards at the Savoy. After a little spin I called it a day
and went to bed. Jack had given me six new copies of Life
Magazine and I spent Sunday morning reading them with much
interest.... I had Sunday lunch with the gang from Toungoo and
afterwards we went to some of the jewel shops. The boys were
buying sapphires, star rubies, etc. Last night I had dinner with
them and we sat talking in the lounge for some time.
I am staying at the Strand Hotel which is quite close to the
office. Although it isn't up to much it's the best in Rangoon
and that is where all of our gang hangs out. I haven't been
drinking anything stronger than an occasional gin and bitters
since I've been here....
Al Anderson is arriving in Rangoon somewhere around the first of
November with another group of [AVG] pilots and mechanics. It
will be good seeing Al again and in addition he is bring me some
things from Matty.... I don't have much to do with Ed Pawley --
he is in charge of the office -- but apparently as a face saving
they tell me I am in charge of the "department". That makes me
laugh. Mrs. Ed Pawley is very nice. Mr. Bill Pawley blows in
and out occasionally but I don't see much of him....
Rangoon, Nov. 4, 1941 -- Friday night I had dinner and bridge
with Mr. and Mrs. Ed Pawley, Saturday afternoon I went to the
races with Andy and his "blonde Burmese", as the Toungoo boys
call the Anglo-Burmans, and Dr [Lewis] Richards, second flight
surgeon at Toungoo. It was crazy racing but I managed to come
home with twenty chips to the good. Got back in time to go to a
6:30 show with Jack Nevin and dinner afterwards at the Savoy....
I am enclosing a cutting [about the AVG?] which I think will
interest you. My particular job is looking after this personnel.
At the end of the month when the payroll has to be made up, I am
very busy but the rest of time there isn't so very much to do.
As the new lots come in I have to make up personnel records, etc.
There is a new boy [Kennedy] from the New York office who helps
me and we manage to get things done without too much difficulty.
I don't have to bother with anything else in the office and don't
have very much contact with Ed Pawley, other than an occasional
question.
Rangoon, Nov. 28, 1941 -- Rangoon is crowded with Americans now.
There are all sorts of missions and commissions coming through
here. The U. S. flag on trucks and cars is seen all over the
place. The Volunteer group that I work with is increasing
rapidly and there is certainly no indication but that they are
out here to talk turkey.
[Rangoon, Dec. 9, 1941] -- You know I had always planned a
celebration on the day America declared war on Japan. I've been
waiting ten years for that and somehow or other I didn't feel a
bit like it yesterday. I had had a very good time over the
weekend. Doc stayed down from Tuesday until Monday. Saturday we
went to the races. It was a gala affair as the Governor attended
and presented a cup. In the evening we attended a War Donation
ball at the hotel and Sunday we stayed pretty busy. Of course
Doc had already left for the airport when I heard the news about
the war and we couldn't even have a drink together. However,
after the excitement died down Mr. Pearson, Standard Oil manager
for Burma, asked me to go to a 6:30 picture show, -- said there
wasn't a thing we could do about the Loiwing bombing -- and after
the show we went for dinner to the Savoy. We celebrated with a
bottle of wine and some fried chicken livers!
Dec. 10th. We are still without news from Loiwing and we heard
they had bombed it again yesterday. So far we have had no
bombing in Rangoon. I am now almost afraid to get the news from
Loiwing. Perhaps, after all, it was a blessing that I was down
here. I smile when I remember how I cursed when I was told to
come down. I went to a picture show with Mrs. Pawley at 6:30 and
then back to the hotel for dinner. As we walked in the lobby the
first person we saw was the American Consul and he asked us what
we were doing there. We explained that it was just a little food
we were after and then we would beat it. Mrs. Pawley had done
the best she could but we had to sleep on the floor. Even so I
slept all right. We will have to have our lunches and dinner at
the hotel for the next few days.
Dec. 11th. Last night's news brought the sinking of the Prince
of Wales and Repulse. That is a sad blow to the British Navy as
both of them had just arrived out here. I still think we can hold
them but it's going to take some doing owing to the way they
started it. I am anxiously awaiting confirmation of the bombing
of Japan. That's another little incident I've been long
awaiting. I hope they made a good job of it and that is only the
beginning, as I feel sure it is. If the Japs get Singapore, it
will make it very difficult for us, but they haven't got it yet.
I notice the above two paragraphs are slightly wonky. So much
excitement going on I can neither think straight nor type
correctly. But don't worry about me. We keep a car ready for a
quick get away all the time and the house where I am staying is
as safe as any here. We won't have to go to the hotel much
longer for dinner. And perhaps it will all be over by the time
this reaches you. I haven't given Christmas another thought and
as for going to Loiwing I very much fear that pleasure flying in
Burma won't be a very safe pastime about that time. But we will
look forward to a more settled and peaceful one next year.
[Mamie spent Christmas at Loiwing, missing the Dec. 23/25 raids
on Rangoon. If she wrote more letters from Rangoon, they haven't
survived. She probably left Rangoon when Bill Pawley closed the
CAMCO office at the end of December. -- DF]
Loiwing, March 12, 1942 -- Life runs along smoothly, except that
we have air raid alarms about every day and that causes a
disruption of work. I always leave the area on the first alarm.
It is a wearying job but it is better than being caught short, as
I was the time they actually did bomb us. And if I waste a lot
of time, it will have to be charged up to the war. There isn't
much news to tell you. The AVG are still going strong. God
bless them! They are a grand crowd of boys. It is unbelievable
some of the things they have done. I'll have to tell you about
them some day. What surprises me about the boys themselves is
that in addition to being good pilots they are all so well
educated and have such an unbelievable love for good music, and
by that I mean symphonies and operas. We have a very good
selection of classical records and as soon as any of them come
in, off goes the jazz and on goes the symphonies and operas. It
has done my heart good to see it. I wrote you about Dave Harris
and what good friend we have become. He is General Chennault's
aide and has been stationed here for some time, and if I have
ever met a grander kid I don't know where it was. To have been
brought up the way he undoubtedly has and to be as clean living
and to be able to get so much enjoyment out of simple things
proves to me that America has, by no means, gone to pot. The
other day General Chennault radioed him to fly an old broken down
ship to Kunming. You know this is lousy flying country around
here and there was a question of whether or not the ship could
make it. When somebody asked him what he though about it he said
he didn't care much, for then he could kiss Mamie when he left
and got back. I might add he is 23 years old. I nearly cried
when one of the boys told me about it.
Not many of the old gang is left. Only Andy Sargeant, Murph
[Gerrold], and Bill Stoker. Chuck has gone to India for a trip.
Doc [Walsh] is still here but he has gone sour, for some reason
or other. I am afraid too he is leading a very lonely life. He
seems embittered about everything. Seems to take most of his
meals in his room and when he does come out he isn't fit to be
spoken to. I realize these are abnormal times and so does
everyone else, but I am surprised that Doc can't take it any
better.... Murph has just come back from a buying trip to
Mandalay. I asked him to do some shopping for me and he brought
back everything I asked him for.... He said the shop keeper got
a shock when right after buying 75,000 Rupees worth of rice he
asked for six boxes of Kotex.
Loiwing, March 16th [1942] -- The intervening four days have been more than
hectic. Dr. Sellett and Mr. Pawley blew in for a couple of days,
their last visit before leaving for the States. The usual rush
and upheaval followed. They were supposed to leave Saturday
afternoon by plane but actually didn't get away until Sunday
morning. I had a heart to heart talk with Mr. P. which rather
cleared the air. It wasn't all sweetness and light by any means
but in his usually bland way I suppose he outtalked me. Be that
as it may, I feel better about things and he assured me that he
did also. It looks very much as if he were about to pull out of
China soon. All contracts are up the end of September and as
that isn't far away and the rainy season is right on us, he said
he was going to take us out gradually and some of us as soon as
he could make arrangements. He suggested I go to India or
possible America and said that he would try to get me into some
kind of job that suited me....
Cigarette situation is pretty bad right now. I managed to get a
few [British] Players the other day. Dave has asked for his
share of American cigarettes to be sent down here and I hope to
goodness they come. Otherwise, we are going to be out of luck.
I have just about stopped drinking any whisky at all. There is a
fair supply at the Club but I seem to have lost my taste for it.
There is a little beer left. At one time we had American beer,
but all we have now is UB -- you remember the Shanghai beer. It
isn't nearly so good as the other but it can be drunk. So far we
haven't had any lack of food supplies, but that is due to
foresight only and I don't know how long it will be before we
will have to begin to ration our supplies. We had a grand
whipped cream cake last night and I wished you might have had
some of it.
We have just heard on the radio and through some AVG boys that
came in that a CNAC plane crashed four miles from Kunming,
killing 8 Americans and 5 British. One of the British was
General Dennys. When I went back to Rangoon after Christmas up
here we took him down with us in the Lockheed. He was a most
charming man and one of the best British officials out here, so
every one said. When we got to Toungoo we had a picnic lunch and
in Mr. Pawley's usual manner, it was the last word. I will
always remember how much General Dennys enjoyed it. Andy
Sargeant heard on the radio, although I have not heard it, that
F. B. Lynch was one of the passengers. If it is true, its
another tragic end to another old China hand. Scottie [Emile
Scott] was flying the plane and he and the co-pilot were both
killed. The plane turned on its back and burned up. We are
anxiously awaiting news of the complete passenger list. Mr.
Lynch's death will be a sad blow to Dr. Kung. He and his wife
were with us on our trip to India last January.
Loiwing, March 30 1942 -- I think I shall be leaving in a week or
two, if it is still possible to get to India. Mr. Pawley is
trying to arrange a passage for me from Bombay. I dread the long
trip but it seems the only thing to do. There isn't much to do
here and about six people to do the little that there is. In
addition, this spot is going to be the scene of some big fighting
in the very near future. We are due for it any day now. In fact
[Chuck Older] one of our boys shot down a Japanese observation
plane yesterday. He was about ten miles from the field when he
was shot. That means the bombers are not far behind. We are
taking no chances on being caught. The minute the siren goes, we
are long gone and hard to find. I don't fool around any more
brushing my teeth. We are rather expecting an early morning
raid, so I get up at dawn every morning and get dressed....
I manage to have quite a lot of fun with the AVG boys. They are
a grand lot and I wouldn't have missed knowing them for anything.
It breaks my heart though when one of them is killed. We lost
[Jack Newkirk] one of our finest squadron leaders Tuesday. I had
played bridge with him the night before, and several times in
Rangoon before the war started I had been to the races with him.
I want to go to see his family when I get back to the States....
He was a grand boy and I some times wonder if everything in Burma
is worth his life. Dave, as liaison officer, is working like a
Trojan and I don't see much of him these days. He routs me out
of bed at the crack of dawn every morning and tells me to get
going. And I don't waste much time. Yesterday afternoon Doc and
I visited the enlisted men's quarters and had a lot of fun. We
are going over to have dinner with them one night. Believe it or
not, but they have grand chow, their mess sergeant is a Georgia
boy and he takes his job seriously. In addition to knowing how
it should be done he doesn't mind doing it. The result is good,
as you might expect. Their menu last night was corned beef hash,
green peas, scalloped potatoes, cole slaw, fresh and canned fruit
salad. I could live a long time on that variety. He told us he
was going to make fresh country sausage to serve with hot cakes.
In the same breath Doc and I asked when he intended having them.
We would be over for breakfast....
The RAF have a few men here now and last night the padre came
over and held an Easter service for us. We enjoyed it, as it is
the first we have had for over a year. We also had a wedding on
Thursday. One of the AVG pilots married a girl he head met in
Rangoon [Fred Hodges and Helen Anderson]. Doc Walsh and the RAF
padre officiated. Afterwards we had a buffet supper and were all
singing around the piano when we got an air raid alarm. Out we
had to dash and make for cover. We are trying not to take any
chances at all. I hope they don't slip in during moonlight.
That will be bad because the warning net might spring a leak.
One thing in our favor is that this valley is difficult to find
this time of the year because of heavy mists. Even experienced
navigators who have been here some times get lost. In another
week or two the rains will break. I am hoping and praying that
will slow down the Japanese army and give us time to get going.
I think we will also see some action around the Land of the
Rising Sun during this month or possibly next. At least rumor
has it that we shall.