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Old China Hands Archives Newsletter, Volume 1, Number 1

Director Robert Gohstand

Welcome to the launch of our newly-reformulated newsletter.  

I would like to begin by thanking the prime mover behind this effort, our dedicated archivist, Mallory Furnier, and hope that you will be interested in the stories she has put together.

In this period after the American national election of November 2020, in the midst of repeated national crises, including a pandemic which has so far killed more than 200,000 individuals, injured many more, and shows no signs of relenting, I am, as Director of the Old China Hands Archive and an Old China Hand in my own right, moved to remind readers of this newsletter that we can search for parallels between the stresses we are currently enduring and those experienced by many Old China Hands during their sojourns and careers in China.

Their lives were not simply unusual, but stressful, in ways similar and different from our own.  I was born in Shanghai and came to California, with my family, as a boy of not quite fourteen. Since 1996, when I founded the Old China Hands Archive, I have met many other Old China Hands, in most cases older than I, and sadly, many of whom have passed away. Their stories, some of which we have collected through their donated materials and interviews, are highly varied, but share, I think a thread of overcoming hardships and stresses. They share the circumstance of moving to a host nation with a different culture and language, the necessity to adapt, to make a living, maintain their health, and raise children. This is a commonplace of immigrant and refugee status, but in the case of China, there were many singular nuances.

China’s host culture was an ancient and highly civilized one, but in most cases unfamiliar and not necessarily welcoming. The advent of Westerners and their civilization was, not infrequently, accomplished by force, resulting in the formation of enclaves such as the concession system, areas administered by foreign powers and deeply resented by the Chinese.

The foreigners who came to China in the approximate century from the mid-19th to the mid-20th, (and in some cases, such as the Portuguese, long before), were astonishingly varied in their backgrounds and aspirations. They spoke many languages, were of varied cultures and religions, and had to make their way in an often resentful China. Some learned the language, many did not, so English became an important all-purpose language among them. Some arrived with means, to trade and establish businesses. Some came with professions, such as the refugees from the revolutions, wars, pogroms and genocides of Europe, but were often destitute and had to start from great disadvantages. (Refugees from the Russian revolution and Jews escaping Nazi Europe often came with almost nothing.) 

Everywhere, they had to engineer a coping mechanism for the world in which they found themselves. The China of my parents’ and grandparents’ generations, for all its fabulous monuments and history, was also the home of an often impoverished, politically-divided, disease-stricken, native population. The arrivals had to learn to communicate, manage financially in times of unstable currency and rampant inflation, avoid entanglements in civil and world wars, occupation and sometimes Internment by the invading Japanese, and maintain their health and that of their children. As I think back on my childhood in Shanghai, I realize that my parents spent much of their time worrying.

When it came to health, my family benefited from the fact that our dad was a pharmacist, but one protection that was largely absent was vaccination, except for smallpox. My sister and I experienced chickenpox, measles,  rubella (German measles), and mumps; in my case, a dog bite which required multiple painful injections in my belly to defend against rabies—and there may have been other ailments which I cannot remember. We also had friends who endured whooping cough and scarlet fever.  The antibiotic revolution did not begin till after World War II, although sulfa drugs were available. At home, all of our drinking water was boiled. Because local farmers fertilized their fields with night soil (collected daily in so-called “honey carts”), vegetables were either overcooked, or, in the rare cases when eaten raw, were first washed thoroughly in a potassium permanganate solution.  Frequent hand-washing was the norm and there was an almost religious belief in the efficacy of soap. Interestingly, it may be that some of us children who survived in that dangerous environment developed immunities which protected us from common infections and allergies in later life. 

Despite their problems, the Old China Hands expatriates often managed to achieve some prosperity, to establish educational institutions, commercial and recreational establishments, systems of laws and security in their concessions, and, most important of all, exchange cultural and technological benefits and drawbacks with the host country. Nonetheless, the daily pressure on them must have been unrelenting, culminating in the often-renewed assumption of refugee status when they were forced to leave, after the communists came to power in 1949, the China many had come to love. 

Their new locations often presented yet another need to struggle and to survive for my parents’ generation. Those of us who were children then, with the resilience of children everywhere, took much of all this in stride, and settled successfully in our new homes, whether in the USA, Australia, Israel, in Latin America, or Europe. I was one of those, and I have come to feel a great sympathy, and respect, for the achievements and survival of the previous generations of Old China Hands. Our parents and grandparents left China in an agitated state and faced new stresses for the rest of their lives. All honor to them.

Robert Gohstand
November, 2020

 

Eliot Wittenberg photograph album cover
Eliot Wittenberg at Hsingching and Pengshan, 1944-1945
Eliot Wittenberg at the microphone in the tower at Pengshan, November 1944
The chow line in Kunming and Eliot Wittenberg's room in Sian, November 1945
Enlisted men's bar in Pengshan, August 1944
Eliot Wittenberg is 5th on the bottom row from the left, 1943

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