In which Coralee and Ralph detail the complications of ocean travel just after World War II, and complain about conditions in Egypt. (Be sure to check out the map link at the bottom of the post.)
Cairo, Egypt
November 17, 1945
Dear folks,
The first letter from Africa! But this doesn't seem at all like Africa, and
I’m certainly glad our part is not like this.
We have been in this noisy dirty hole for 10 days now and will be mighty
happy when the time comes to leave it. That, we hope, will be day after
tomorrow.
This is a borrowed typewriter with a lazy carriage, and that, with “seek and ye shall find” typist is a bad combination. Take your choice as
to which to blame for the results.
The last few days before our sailing were a dizzy round of
getting visas and other papers in order, for we didn't know we would be able to
sail until the Friday before the Tuesday of sailing. However, the ship really
sailed on the scheduled date. It was quite a rush to get aboard by 9 AM as was
required, and then we didn't actually leave until 7 PM. All the way across to
Naples, and from there to Port Said the sea was unusually calm, more so that we
have ever experienced for so long a time. As there were around 100 missionaries aboard among some 800
passengers we made lots of new friends and renewed acquaintance with some old
ones who had passed through our home at Aba years before, and we had a really
good time. There was a prayer meeting
every day and a Gospel service on Sundays, and morning and afternoon meetings
for children. The passengers made up an interesting mixture of folks representing many nationalities and callings.
Among them were some Arabs and some Jewish rabbis, and that during the trouble
in Palestine; but fortunately all remained calm on the Gripsholm. There were
teachers and college professors, engineers and oil people, doctors and nurses,
and men on business of many kinds going to places like Palestine, Lebanon,
Syria, Irak, Iran, Egypt and India. Most of the missionaries were going to
various parts of Africa, Egypt, Sudan, Nigeria, Congo, Kenya, Tanganyika,
Abyssinia, and the Rhodesias [1]. Most of the others were going to places in the Middle
East. It would have been interesting to know how many different languages were
spoken by those on board. It certainly was a motley crowd, and that made this
trip so vastly different from that of our return to the States last year where
there were 5 passengers besides ourselves.
Another thing that made this trip different was the very
poor quarters to which we were assigned. We were among the very last to be
booked and so although we paid the same as all the rest we had third class
cabins which were miserable holes compared with the de luxe quarters we had on
the freighter. Among other minor annoyances the refugees of the last trip left
us a heritage of bedbugs! But the food was fairly good and plentiful and the
sea was very kind to us, and so we really had a good time after all.
We reached Naples on time, but soon after arriving we
learned that our ship had developed serious engine trouble, which might mean an
indefinite delay. We were thankful the delay was in beautiful Naples Bay and
not in the middle of the ocean, especially when we heard that a ship a couple
of days behind us had had a couple of days of very rough weather – a part, probably,
of the big storm that was raging around England while we were serenely sailing
along around Gibraltar. At Naples we were not allowed on shore – an order of
the War Shipping Administration. But from the ship we could still see plenty of
evidence of the havoc of war. We docked at the nearly ruined famous Mussolini
Docks, and all around the harbor area were the remains of bombed out buildings,
and in the harbor or bay quite a number of wrecked or half submerged ships. The
American Army of Occupation was in evidence all around the place with their
trucks and Jeeps and all manner of odd vehicles. We got into conversation with
some of the soldiers who came aboard and found that one of them was from St.
Louis and used to live on Lee Ave., near Grand, just opposite the car
barns [2]! I think his name was something
like Niehaus. He spoke of Eliot School and Gast the barber, and swore that when
he gets back to St. Louis he will never, never leave it again. They are all fed
up with Italy, and no wonder, especially in its present state of poverty,
confusion and disorder.
USS General M.C. Meigs. This photo taken July 1945 in Brazil. |
At Port Said we had to go through Customs, and that was the
most awful scramble I've ever seen in my life. I’ll spare you and not even try
to describe it, for you wouldn't believe it anyway, and it makes me mad every
time I think of it. It took us a day and a half to get 7 pieces of baggage
sorted out of the pile and through Customs, and then we had to pay down a large
deposit on it even though we were merely going through Egypt in transit. If we’re
clever enough we may be able to recover most of the amount when we leave Egypt.
When that glad day comes we’re going to join the Israelites in singing the
Song of the Redeemed (Exodus 15). Why on
earth they ever hankered to get back to this land once they had got out is more
than I can figure out. If you ever go on a tour skip Egypt! I don’t deny it’s interesting to see the many
different kinds of people and their ways of doing things. They still plow with
a forked stick like their father Abraham must have done. Old Abraham surely
made a mess of things when he begat Ishmael. He little realized what he was
letting the world in for… Then too the pyramids and the Sphinx are worth
looking at if you are nearby anyway. The only thing that’s decent is the
weather, which is perfect, but they can’t help that.
From Port Said to Cairo is 5 hours on the train, and on that
trip we saw a number of British military camps on the edge of the desert. That
certainly made us feel sorry for the poor fellows who had to live and fight
here a short time ago. And some of the soldiers say Egypt is fine compared to
Iran and Irak.
We have been in Cairo for 11 days now and almost every one
of those days I have been running around town trying to find some way to get
out of here. And every day there has been frustration and uncertainty and
change. But now at least it really looks as if we will leave here tomorrow
evening and that we will be able to get right through to Aba without any long
delays en route. We go by rail to
Assuan tomorrow night and stay in the hotel there the following night. Then we
go a short distance to catch the boat on the Nile which takes us as far as Wadi
Halfa in the Sudan.
"Sudan Wadi Halfa RR Hotel From Garden 1936" by Matson Photo Service, photographer. (G. Eric and Edith Matson Photograph Collection) |
There we get another train to Khartoum, change to still another there, and go to Kosti to get another Nile steamer. From here to Kosti takes 5 days, and from Kosti to Juba takes 11 days on the steamer provided the boat does not get stuck in the floating islands of papyrus and “sud” that grow in the river. From Juba it’s only 5 hours by car to Aba. If all goes according to schedule we should be at Aba around December 8, which will be just 22 years to the day since we first sailed from New York for the Congo. Until a few hours ago it was still uncertain as to whether we would be able to get booking on the steamer that goes from Kosti to Juba. But this morning I heard that places that had been reserved for some others would be available for us.
Two of our party, Mr. and Mrs. Giddings, left Cairo by plane
this morning to go to Kenya, and Mr. and Mrs. Felton expect to leave by air
next week going to Tanganyika. One other of our party, Miss Kosher, will go
with us as far as Juba, and then branch off by another route to Kenya. That
leaves only five of us to go to Congo; Misses Cribbs, Green and Short, besides
ourselves.
Much to our surprise, when we had our first meal in this
hotel, we saw Paul Stough walk into the dining room with two of his sons. He is
the man who married Rachel Winsor, who died some time last year [4]. Paul married
again recently (Miss Quackenbush [5]) and not long ago they started home on
furlough, going down the Congo and hoping to catch the Gripsholm on its way
back to America.
A day or two after they reached Cairo his wife developed appendicitis, with perforation and peritonitis. An operation was done in the middle of the night, and what with penicillin and Sulfa she has recovered and is going to leave the hospital today after having spent nearly 3 weeks there. And then shortly after the wife was taken to the hospital the youngest son, aged 11, became ill with some peculiar sort of paralysis and has been in hospital ever since, unable to walk. No definite diagnosis has been made as yet, although they do not now think it is Infantile Paralysis [6]. However, he is steadily improving, and since the Gripsholm is going to be late because of its engine trouble, the Stoughs will probably be able to catch…[illegible]… so good for the Klines who also came this way to get the Gripsholm and have been held up all this while, paying high hotel bills while waiting for it. But at that they are far better off than the Stoughs and our two weeks wait here is as nothing compared to the time the Stoughs have had.
A day or two after they reached Cairo his wife developed appendicitis, with perforation and peritonitis. An operation was done in the middle of the night, and what with penicillin and Sulfa she has recovered and is going to leave the hospital today after having spent nearly 3 weeks there. And then shortly after the wife was taken to the hospital the youngest son, aged 11, became ill with some peculiar sort of paralysis and has been in hospital ever since, unable to walk. No definite diagnosis has been made as yet, although they do not now think it is Infantile Paralysis [6]. However, he is steadily improving, and since the Gripsholm is going to be late because of its engine trouble, the Stoughs will probably be able to catch…[illegible]… so good for the Klines who also came this way to get the Gripsholm and have been held up all this while, paying high hotel bills while waiting for it. But at that they are far better off than the Stoughs and our two weeks wait here is as nothing compared to the time the Stoughs have had.
That’s all I have paper for, and about all there is to say
anyway, so here we stop.
Love,
Ralph and Coralee
Forgot to say we're well, and lonesome.
Map created by George Meyers, Map Wizard. Thanks!
FOOTNOTES
1. Abyssinia was an older term for Ethiopia, and the Rhodesias were Northern (now Zambia) and Southern (now Zimbabwe).
2. My mother and dad agree that this would refer to street cars, or trolleys.
3. Here is an additional source of information on the Meigs, which was laid down in September 1943, served in WW2 and the Korean War, and then while being towed to salvage in 1972, was caught in a gale and broke up on the rocks at Cape Flattery, Washington.
4. Rachel Winsor Stough died in March 1944 according to the Billy Graham archives.
5. Elizabeth Carolyn (Quackenbush) Stough. See her biographical sketch at the Billy Graham archives.
6. Infantile paralysis is an old term for poliomyelitis (polio). Phil Stough was later diagnosed with polio.
5. Elizabeth Carolyn (Quackenbush) Stough. See her biographical sketch at the Billy Graham archives.
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