~ You honor the life that has been given you by
remembering and telling your stories. ~
Robin Moore's "Awakening the Hidden Storyteller"
What in the world did I do before I discovered quilting and quilt history?
I was digging through an box of old albums recently that I put together long ago and thought I would share some of the photos with you.
I think I was born a documenter. My siblings did not make scrapbooks and photo albums like I did as a teen-ager, though my sister does today. Nor did they write letters like I did. It's just what I have always done. I wrote volumes home to my friends the year and a half we lived on the Island of Panay, The Philippines and then, after one year of college, in Tanzania with my parents and siblings. I even illustrated some of my letters with sketches using colored pencils. My friends faithfully saved these letters at my request.
Here are a few highlights from those early years. (Click on photos to enlarge.)
I think I was born a documenter. My siblings did not make scrapbooks and photo albums like I did as a teen-ager, though my sister does today. Nor did they write letters like I did. It's just what I have always done. I wrote volumes home to my friends the year and a half we lived on the Island of Panay, The Philippines and then, after one year of college, in Tanzania with my parents and siblings. I even illustrated some of my letters with sketches using colored pencils. My friends faithfully saved these letters at my request.
Here are a few highlights from those early years. (Click on photos to enlarge.)
The Biedler* and Gonzaga family Christmas 1959. My friend Daday and I on the left. The high sleeves of our dresses are called butterfly sleeves. To read more about this type of dress, click here. This family eventually moved to southern Ohio. We a big reunion in 1984 where we all got together with our mates and children and once again sang together like we used to do at gatherings at their home on Panay.
Dr. Eduardo Gonzaga and his wife Anita were both graduates of American universities. Dr. Ed was an an eye surgeon and the President of the Board of Central Philippine University at the time. Auntie, as we called her, was a musician and soloist as well as mother of six. They were a wonderful couple and made sure we Biedlers had many wonderful and unique (for us) experiences in our 18 months on Panay. One of the most memorable was spending a week at the Sarabia Fish Ponds on the island of Negros, sleeping in nipa huts, riding carabao and getting up in the middle of the night to help net fish in the fish ponds! We also hiked back into the mountains to where their extended family had hidden during the Japanese occupation during WWII.
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Above: Faculty and friends from Iloilo School of Arts & Trades
My mother and father in the middle, my sister front far left, and my youngest brother in the front. One of my mother's many dinner parties. She loved to throw dinner parties from the age of 16 on! She went to work for a college in Texas after we all left home and adopted all the Filipino students (and then some!) and continued to cook Filipino dishes. She would do the same after we lived in Tanzania, East Africa and she learned to make curry and serve it HER style. We all love curry to this day---as well as chicken adobo, pancit, lumps, fried bananas, mango cutneys, you name it! …Yummy! Check out https://www.thrillist.com/eat/nation/filipino-food-for-beginners-thrillist-nation
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| Our family with the Gonzaga family visiting Negros Island |
My Love of History and Geography Came to Life
I had always had an affinity for history and geography from about age 10 on. Now as our family traveled the world to and from The Philippines, history came alive before my eyes. WWII came to life as I heard stories from those who had personally lived through the Japanese occupation of The Philippines. As we family-camped across Europe on our way home the summer of 1960, we even saw remnants of some of the devastating bombing that the Allies had imposed upon Germany.
We also saw wonderful museums, ruins of ancient historic cities, and visited people in their homes. Ahh, so many stories! When it came time to find a camping site for the night, Dad loved to knock on a farmer's door and ask if we could camp for the night somewhere around the farm. In return, he offered the labor of himself and his two sons for the evening and/or morning chores.
Being exposed to so many different cultures during my teens also introduced me to a great diversity of design and crafts, especially in The Philippines. I still have several yards of handwoven jusi from the Island of Panay as well as the barong that my youngest brother wore. This link to jusi doesn't adequately describe the lovely silk-looking fabric that I remember and still have several yards of.
Here is a group of photos I just dug out and scanned that show the various kinds of outfits my sister and I wore on special occasions in The Philippines. Here is a link to a lovely YouTube slide show of gorgeous traditional Filipino national dress. Here is another link about some of the uniqueness of the some of the peoples on Panay Island among the Visayans.
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| With a friend at school. |
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| My sister and I with a group of school friends. |
Another interesting experience my sister and I had was being invited to take part in a fashion show. I don't remember now what group organized but it wasn't the school. We were asked to model a Western wedding party to contrast it with a traditional Philippine wedding party.
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| Here I model my own Filipino dress. I later wore this dress to my Junior Prom....minus the sleeves. |
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| Same dress above that I wore at the Filipino fashion show, minus the butterfly sleeves. |
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| Mother's blue dress was also made for her while we were living in The Philippines. |
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| This is another dress made for Mother in the Philippines but she re-made it for my senior winter formal but belled the skirt. It was a very nice touch. The fabrics for both the blue dress and the red dress were woven in The Philippines, as was my red and silver shawl.  |
Traveling Home from The Philippines Summer 1960
The last 3 months of our first overseas sojourn were spent visiting some 19 countries on our way home across Asia, the Middle East and Europe. We even road camels around the pyramids in Egypt....in "pencil skirts" no less because it wasn't deemed "socially appropriate" for women to wear slacks publically at that time. (Just try riding a swaying camel in a pencil skirt, trying to keep your knees together!)
Ever since living in and traveling to such fascinating places at such an impressionable age, I have found keeping track of world news as natural as reading about what is going on in the next community down the road or the next State.
Ever since living in and traveling to such fascinating places at such an impressionable age, I have found keeping track of world news as natural as reading about what is going on in the next community down the road or the next State.
Camping across Europe and the British Isles for almost 2 months as a 16 year old made history come alive and it was soon enough after WWII that we actually still saw bombed out buildings in several cities. My father loved trying to give us as many different kinds of experiences as he could with the country folk wherever we traveled in Europe. Instead of always staying in designated camp grounds, he would stop and knock on a farm-house door and ask if we could camp in their barnyard overnight in exchange for helping with the evening chores. We were never refused!
I kept a journal in those days and wrote many letters and postcards home. Alas, most of my letters and postcard collection were "lost" when my folks divorced soon after I moved to California to finish school. I don't think the folks meant to throw my things away, but I wasn't there to rescue my "stuff" as they divided the household. Some of it survived and caught up with me later in life and some of it didn't. I have always regretted the lost letters and journals.
I kept a journal in those days and wrote many letters and postcards home. Alas, most of my letters and postcard collection were "lost" when my folks divorced soon after I moved to California to finish school. I don't think the folks meant to throw my things away, but I wasn't there to rescue my "stuff" as they divided the household. Some of it survived and caught up with me later in life and some of it didn't. I have always regretted the lost letters and journals.
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My parents were educators so the local community paper decided to do a series (above) on our travels as we headed home in 1960.
East Africa - 1963-1964
The area today known as Tanzania became a German colony called Tanganyika in 1884 while the Sultanate of Zanzibar became a British Protectorate in 1890. Tanganyika became a British mandated territory in 1918 and achieved independence in 1961. In 1963 Zanzibar achieved independence, and a year later formed a union with Tanganyika under the new name of Tanzania.
During our year in Africa Kennedy was assassinated in November of 1963; Tanganyika united with Zanzibar and became Tanzania in January 1964; and two weeks later a portion of the army and police force of Tanzania revolted.
(above) The Dar-es-Salaam/Tanzania news photographer just happened to catch our family on the left side of the church at the Kennedy memorial service in November 1963. (Click on the photo and you can see I have circled the five of us.) Only Mom is missing as she was unable to be there.
Experiencing an attempted coup d'état at âge 19
The Embassy personnel woke me at 6 a.m. with a phone call at the home where I was caring for two small American children while their parents were on vacation in South Africa. (The father of this family was 2nd in command of USAID in East Africa.)
A coup d'état was in progress, the Embassy warned me. I was to keep the doors and windows barred, let no one in and to pack suitcases for the three of us. As soon as the Embassy gave me the signal, I was to jump in the car with the two kids and flee a mile down the road to the nearest American residence and stay put. Once I hung up the phone, I could hear guns firing and see soldiers surrounding the house across the street. The Embassy called me every hour on the hour all day. I kept tabs on what was going on in the city by turning on Voice of America that was broadcasting out of West Africa. At 6 p.m. I finally got the all clear signal to hop in the car and head down the road where I holed up with two other American families for the next two days.
This was the same House/ Family where a big long black snake slithered in in thru an open window and up the wall of the living room during the two weeks I was caring for the 5 & 7 year olds. I called the nearest American household and their 21 year old son hopped in the car and came up the road to help me get the snake out of the house.
A coup d'état was in progress, the Embassy warned me. I was to keep the doors and windows barred, let no one in and to pack suitcases for the three of us. As soon as the Embassy gave me the signal, I was to jump in the car with the two kids and flee a mile down the road to the nearest American residence and stay put. Once I hung up the phone, I could hear guns firing and see soldiers surrounding the house across the street. The Embassy called me every hour on the hour all day. I kept tabs on what was going on in the city by turning on Voice of America that was broadcasting out of West Africa. At 6 p.m. I finally got the all clear signal to hop in the car and head down the road where I holed up with two other American families for the next two days.
This was the same House/ Family where a big long black snake slithered in in thru an open window and up the wall of the living room during the two weeks I was caring for the 5 & 7 year olds. I called the nearest American household and their 21 year old son hopped in the car and came up the road to help me get the snake out of the house.
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| Car loaded and ready to roll for our camping trip across the Serengeti spring 1964. |
Many, many more stories….like the night our father decided to attempt to "crash" a diplomatic party at the Presidential Palace when the President of The Philippines, Carlos Garcia, was visiting President Julius Nyerere, the first President of Tanzania.
We had driven to the National airport on the edge of Dar-es-Salaam as a family -- all dressed up, we women in our Filipina national dresses and the men in their Barong Tagalogs. (We four kids had had no idea mother had brought our Filipino clothing with her to Africa!)
Dad had the flags of both countries flying at the corners of our VW van so we looked very "official" and pulled right in line behind the last official car in the motorcade as it left the airport. When we reached the official Presidential residence (The State House), we were directed right onto the grounds along with everyone else without anyone stopping the car to check our IDs.
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| The White House (Ikulu), also known in English as the State House |
Long story short, they were very gracious to us. After they discovered why we were there and that we weren't on the guest list, they ushered us into a small sitting room, took our message and Dad's card and left. About 20 or so minutes later, they came back to give us Dr. Bernedino's return message. To this day, I always wonder if they checked us out with the American Embassy FIRST before they took that note up to the party. I am sure the American Ambassador would have been present at the party also! (Luckily, I had cared for his two daughters once for a week at the Embassy residence when he and his wife were out of town on vacation, so he would have known Dad's name!)
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| Brothers Dan and John help launch a dhow |
There are also the stories of sailing up the coast of Tanzania with my brothers in our little 18 foot boat; working in a small jetty on the wharf in Dar-es-Salaam while doing contract research (Cool job!) by pouring over ancient merchants' logs of "goods" shipped up and down the coast on Arab dhows since the late 1800s; staying at the American Ambassador's residence for a week (while the Ambassador and his wife were away) to watch over their two daughters and being waited on hand and foot, including being chauffeured around town on my errands; camping across the Serengeti with my parents and sibs (no commercial safaris for my father!) and seeing vast herds of wild animals on the move with prides of lion in their wake!
1963-64 was one of the most unforgettable years of my life.
I'll also never forget seeing the movie Lawrence of Arabia while living in East Africa and many years later being flooded with memories as I watched Out of Africa.
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| The "roads" were always a bit "iffy" up-country. |
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Setting up a tent in a strong wind is always a bit "iffy" too! This happened to us many times while camping in Europe in 1960 also. One time as a storm approached, the wind go so wild that we four kids simply held onto the tent and all jumped into the VW Bus at once. |
Saying good-bye (above) to a group of students at the Chang'ombe Teacher-Training College
in Dar-es-Salaam. They were heading for studies in the USA.
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| Fabric my mother brought back from East Africa. |
Somewhere in my siblings' stuff are several more pieces of the bright colorful fabrics my mother purchased in the African market place. I can find only one example in my fabric stash. At that time it didn't occur to me to track down where the fabric was actually manufactured but I am pretty sure it was not East Africa; probably England or India.
There a large number of emigres from India living in East Africa at the time as well. It was in Tanzania that I had a sari made and wore it on festive occasions. Alas, I have none of my Filipino costumes or my sari anymore to show my daughters or granddaughter. (Why and when I gave them away is another colorful chapter in the story of my life.) But we can't keep everything, can we, or STUFF takes over our lives completely.
Hope you enjoyed this walk down memory lane with me. It brought back a lot of memories!
Peace, joy and a sense of adventure to you in your daily exploration of life,
Karen
PS: Added note 2015
Hope you enjoyed this walk down memory lane with me. It brought back a lot of memories!
Peace, joy and a sense of adventure to you in your daily exploration of life,
Karen
PS: Added note 2015
In 2006 I signed up for a Textile Study Tour to France with Deb Roberts. One of the highlights of this tour was seeing shelves and shelves of huge swatch books that dated from the early 1700s to 1900. It was very interesting to see the swatches/designs influenced by African trade. These cotton fabrics were produced in Europe and sold to Africa. I highly recommend Deb Robert's tours. Read more here about one of my trips.
(*Our family name was originally Beutler/Beidler and is still pronounced as though it was spelled Beidler. Don't know why our branch changed it to Biedler after the Civil War.)
(*Our family name was originally Beutler/Beidler and is still pronounced as though it was spelled Beidler. Don't know why our branch changed it to Biedler after the Civil War.)
