In Search of the
History of a Family
Here we are back in the land of Kilimanjaro, the Usambara
Mountains, Amani, Muheza, Tanga and Pangani.
It has been a remarkable 3 weeks in this marvelous and still new (to us)
country where we have lived for 14 years.
But, part of my purpose, in addition to rekindling old friendships and
making new (social workers conference) was to try to find the lost history of
Donald Bagster Wilson and his wife Margaret (Peggie) Elizabeth Wilson.
This remarkable couple lost two children during childbirth
and raised two children, one of whom is one of my dearest friends, Sylvie
Emmanuel.
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Sylvie is between John and me-smiling! |
There are so many remarkable stories about this family and
wonderfully, they are a family that writes and saves letters and scrapbooks and
diaries. As my friend Patricia Beaver
and I began research for the Emmanuels regarding the history of their family,
we found a treasure trove of material. We
are still sorting what we can include and what will be a 2000 page book that no
one will read.
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Bagster Wilson's mummy cloth--sometime very long ago |
So, this safari began with the hope of finding more
information regarding the time that the Wilson family lived and worked in
Muheza and Amani, both malaria centers near Tanga and the Usambara
Mountains. John and I were thankfully
accompanied by Greg and Nikoli Emmanuel and of course the loving, cute,
“wicked” dog “RD”.
Heading down to Muheza, and then up to Amani, I thought
about all the cluster of pictures I had seen of the Wilsons on the road to
various malaria sites by the side of the road….in mud, in ditches, broken down
even in the front of their hotel, and in various places. Somehow they always
got over the mud, out of the ditches and patched up the cars and continued on
their way.
I also thought of their loyal houseman “Rice” who stayed
with their family for many years, often with one or the other childre entrusted
to him while another was rushed off to school or to the doctor or to other
sorts of places.
Marvelous researchers met us in Muheza and told us that they,
too were eager to find the stories of the Wilsons in Muheza and Amani and were
ever grateful to receive copies of the photos of Donald Bagster Wilson in his
role as the first Director of the East African Malaria Institute, Peggie
Wilson’s lovely portrait, and to hear a little about his history and that of
Amani.
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At Ubulu |
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Let's have another drink of coffee |
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In Tanga with Willcocks |
Our drive to Amani included all the marvelous images of cool
deep forests sometimes with carefully planted trees that had been planted by
Germans when Amani was the East African Agricultural Institute before the
wars. It also included the famous “9
hairpin turns” that Peggie Wilson refers to in her letters to Donald’s family
(primarily). They were indeed hairpin
turns.
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finally valley view |
And then there was Amani itself. As if a walk back in time occurred for us, we
met the Caretaker and looked at all the clean old bottles of probably horrible
things, live mice, dead rats, butterflies and bugs of all kinds, the old house
that we had heard so much about and a tour inside that showed carefully
maintained rooms, though we couldn’t find the Bishops room (where he could
enter secretly and visit with those he was called to but also to leave alone). Here wsa the beautiful eating porch on the
second floor. Suddenly Peggie Wilson
came alive for us. You could feel her
presence in this room.
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caretaker and his flock |
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butterfly good |
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bugs, good |
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Horrible chemicals but malaria good |
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Science magazine page |
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caretaker and dead friends |
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caretaker and his friend |
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Amani house |
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major house |
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party and eating room |
When we returned to the earth it seems, we drove over the
familiar Muheza Road to reach Pangani where we entered Mkoa Bay (Moa Bay in the
1930’s) and though evening had fallen Timoteo (long time Pangani Caregaker)
prepared crabs which we made a perfect mess of, added some salad and with wine
and beer in hand looked out over the falling horizon of the bay. Our next day included much talk of the visit
to Amani, and lots of swimming fun and walking on the beach. We had a new appreciation of the preciousness
of life and renewed friendship with Vera and her husband and partner Robbie
over sundowners.
dhau at night
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Scouts on a school break. |
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ISM Verandah. |
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Emmanuel Veranda |
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Greg's babobabao tree ( 30 years old!) |
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Mkoa Bay Lodge & erosion of coral |
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Timotheo fixes crabs |
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Nikoli takes RD for a hated run in beautiful water. |
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Vera Greg Nikoli and John |
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famous Robbie tells us the new project |
Vera is famous in Pangani for working on two films about GBV. (Gender Based Violence) Each are earning awards and we are so happy for this humble woman who has given massive amounts of her time and emotional strength to people in Pangani!
Leaving Pangani is always hard, partly because it is a long
monotonous drive home, and partly because we are leaving that sense of peace
behind to return to the “shidas” (worries) and relentless work of the
week. Fortunately we had time to take
another little tour of Pangani before we left, which seemed like a sleepy
Islamic town that hides a history of being a major port for slaves in the
1800’s as well as coconut export.
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Buying fish |
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Maybe coconut or betel nut working |
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"Old is Gold" |
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This fish....and that fish....and more fish |
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pay by weight |
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Uh oh, Nikoli drivint!!! |
As we drove through the Sisal Farms, we were reminded of all
the Greeks who started these farms years ago, and now the neat sisal has found
its way back. May it live long in this
beautiful land just below the Pare mountains.
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Sisal stacked in neat rows. |
Meanwhile back in Moshi, we are so happy to be in our house
where there are welcomes everywhere from the magnificent Frangi Pani’s to the
Traveler’s fern, to the yesterday, today and tomorrow bushes filled with
fragrant flowers, to the “family” cactus producing its babies each day.
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Big smelly Frangi Pani |
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Traveler's Fern |
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Family Cactus (red "flower" becomes a new arm of cactus |
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Yesterday Today and Tomorrw-Each fragrant flower lasts 3 days |
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Coconut Palm has coconuts! And Pauli's favorite Palm |