72 years ago: Hong Kong's wartime diaries |
- 25 Aug 1942, Chronology of Events Related to Stanley Civilian Internment Camp
- 25 Aug 1942, Rev. Buuck's autobiographical notes
- 25 Aug 1942, R. E. Jones Wartime diary
- 25 Aug 1942, Ella Buuck's wartime diary
- 25 Aug 1942, Don Ady's wartime memories
- 25 Aug 1942, "Exchange Ship" by Max Hill
- 25 Aug 1942, Eric MacNider's wartime diary
| 25 Aug 1942, Chronology of Events Related to Stanley Civilian Internment Camp Posted: 17 May 2012 02:55 AM PDT Book / Document: Chronology of Events Related to Stanley Civilian Internment Camp Date of events described: Tue, 1942-08-25 The Gripsholm docks at Jersey City, New Jersey. The Americans are home.
The brethren of Cathay (Feemasonry) Lodge 1734 hold their first meeting in the quarry, 13 people attending. The purpose is to trace the whereabouts of brethren, and the Worshipful Master suggests that members take the opportunity of studying while in camp.
Sources:
Geoffrey Emerson, Hong Kong Internment, 1973, 64
http://www2.gol.com/users/lodge1/history-e/papers/washizu.html |
| 25 Aug 1942, Rev. Buuck's autobiographical notes Posted: 20 Jun 2012 03:39 AM PDT Book / Document: Rev. Buuck's autobiographical notes Date of events described: Tue, 1942-08-25 ((Date approximate. On a map of the voyage there's the note "Docked at Jersey City August 25, 1942")) The completion of our two month voyage, ending in freedom, was drawing near. As the New York skyline came faintly into view we began to see many many ships loaded with the implements of war headed for Europe, a reminder that war was still being waged. Now the thrill of a lifetime - on a beautiful morning our ship moved majestically past the Statue of Liberty, bringing tears of joy to all of us who had wondered if we would ever see this sight. Unfortunately, we were so busy telling our children about the meaning of this event that we missed a ceremony at the ship's bow. In the afternoon the F.B.I. men gathered around the table with us to review the questionnaire, a pleasant meeting which did not last long. We were glad our name began with a "B" which put us at the head of a number of lists. Also on this day we were given letters from home by Dr. Brand, the Mission Executive Secretary, here to meet us. As we were admiring the tall buildings with their many lights we had a few anxious moments when the lights all around us began to go off. We were told that this was an air raid, something which did not make us feel very safe after the experiences of Hong Kong; actually it was only a drill. |
| 25 Aug 1942, R. E. Jones Wartime diary Posted: 09 Jul 2012 07:44 AM PDT Book / Document: R. E. Jones Wartime diary Date of events described: Tue, 1942-08-25 Special Roll Call being made by Japs. No news. |
| 25 Aug 1942, Ella Buuck's wartime diary Posted: 20 Jul 2012 05:53 AM PDT Book / Document: Ella Buuck's wartime diary Date of events described: Tue, 1942-08-25 ((From here, Ella's writing changed from a diary format to notes that were probably written later. Laura has divided them by date, based on other records of the time.)) We docked on Tuesday morning. ((August 25)) That day only the Diplomats and some suspects got off. We all were a little put out when we saw some of our friends get off the first afternoon already and wondered why they got a break, but soon we knew why. They were being sent to Ellis Island for questioning. Hearing that, we were only too glad they had not called on us. |
| 25 Aug 1942, Don Ady's wartime memories Posted: 20 Jul 2012 05:54 AM PDT Book / Document: Don Ady's wartime memories Date of events described: Tue, 1942-08-25 Ella reports that on 25th Aug, "suspects" were taken off to Ellis Island, and that the rest of the people excepting diplomats did not get sent ashore until the next day. The "suspects" included 9 year old me and my parents. The absurdity was clarified without spending a night on Ellis Island. So, it seems, we got into NY City BEFORE the rest of those on boad - my waiting brother and sister then had not been made to wait extra time for us. We entrained to Chicago and on to Kalb Illinois soon enough thereafter. I have no memory of the ride. |
| 25 Aug 1942, "Exchange Ship" by Max Hill Posted: 27 Aug 2012 09:49 PM PDT Book / Document: "Exchange Ship" by Max Hill Date of events described: Tue, 1942-08-25 Eighteen thousand miles of travel, three continents and four oceans were behind us early the morning of August 25, when we arrived in the Lower Bay off New York. The fourth continent, North America, was so close we would be able to see the shore lights in a short time. We had crossed the equator twice. It was summer when we left Yokohama. Then we drooped in the heat of the tropics. After that we enjoyed the mild weather of Lourenco Marques, followed by cold around the Cape of Good Hope. It was spring in Rio, and the equator off South America was just as hot as it had been at Singapore. Now it was summer again. The only season we missed somewhere along the route was autumn. Ambassador Grew said that among the traditional rites observed by his family was one which he thought would be helpful to the adults before him, since they had been long absent from the United States, and to the children who in a few days would set foot on American soil for the first time. Each time he sailed into New York harbor after a term of duty in a foreign land and first saw the Statue of Liberty, he said, he repeated: "Breathes there the man, with souls so dead, I got out my typewriter and set it up on a near-by table. I went to work. The story I wrote then, on the spot, for the Associated Press follows:
More than 1500 men, women, and children were aboard the Swedish exchange liner, all from Japan or Japanese-occupied territory in the Far East. Stout curly-headed Emil Gassie, who was on the gunboat Panay, which was bombed off Nanking some years ago by the Japanese, was among those who warmly returned the handclasps of the coastguardsmen who boarded the Gripsholm. Mrs. Herman Scholtz of Louisville, Kentucky, and Bangkok, Thailand, awakened by the noise, hurriedly slipped on the evening gown she had taken off a few hours earlier and started toward the promenade deck. A coastguardsman watched the stairway. She paused, and dabbed at the tears in her eyes when she saw the eagle on his cap. Off the port side of the Gripsholm, which started moving slowly toward the Narrows after the coastguardsmen boarded her, the red and white lights of a pat... ((patrol? 6 characters)) blinked a bright message. It was not yet dawn. The sky was still black. Soon the deck was thronged with early risers, one of whom approached a guard with the remark: Children who had never seen the United States joined the impatient group pacing the deck. Then, out of the night, the dim yellow lights of Staten Island provided a welcome sight for the tired voyagers—they were safe at last in the greatest harbor of their homeland. Nuns in severe habits mingled with women still in nightgowns and pajamas covered only by coats, and others wrapped in blankets for warmth against the chill of the harbor night, even though it was August. Always the rail was lined with eager men and women and children talking about the lights they saw—the lights of America, the land to which they had been returning since June 17. A Presbyterian pastor, one of the most devout on board came up to my table and watched me write. Finally he said: "Pardon me, but don't forget to say how damn good those boys in uniform looked to us." He was one of the men who had been tortured by Japanese gendarmes, beaten and bullied in a desperate effort to make him confess to a crime of which he was not guilty—espionage. Without delay, the Gripsholm kept to her slow course toward Quarantine, with a low orange moon almost down to the horizon on the port side. Some of the women laughed: others cried. Men did impromptu little jigs. They were carefree and really happy for the first time in many long months. Fathers lifted their sons and daughters up so they could peer over the rail and see—dimly, to be sure, in the first light of the dawn—the America they had been told about but had never visited. A score or more of passengers didn't depend upon the stewards for food. They had taken sandwiches and hot coffee in thermos bottles to their cabins with them the night before. Four motorboats which bounced along, throwing up a white spray, joined us for the rest of the way up the harbor, two on each side." It was long after sunrise before we saw the Statue of Liberty, big and bold and impressive. We were home and we had a job to do. |
| 25 Aug 1942, Eric MacNider's wartime diary Posted: 08 Jul 2014 07:20 AM PDT Book / Document: Eric MacNider's wartime diary Date of events described: Tue, 1942-08-25 Americans arrived in New York Silver wedding - on 25th Aug 1917 at St. Ninian's Church, Golders Green, London, Major David Drummond, Canadian Forces, to Nursing Sister Mary McLean Clark, B.E.F. Special roll call |
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