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January 1997

Reminiscences 2024

Carolyn could easily have rented my room in spring 1997, when I took my only sabbatical from IWU. My ambition was to use it to learn about working and living abroad; I had lined up an internship with Motorola, but the impending Asian Financial Crisis put paid to that idea. Instead, I wrote a paper for a conference that would take me to Hyderabad, and introduce me to South Asia, allowing me to add to my expertise on the Far East.

Actually, Carolyn could have rented the whole house in January 1997, because she and David accompanied me on the journey. Before we sent Carolyn back (she didn’t have a sabbatical!), we had explored Bombay (Mumbai), Hyderabad (with the Golconda and the Char Minar), Delhi (where we were hosted by the family of one of my students), and with their help, patched together Jaipur (elephants and pink city), Agra (transfixed by the Taj Mahal), Fatehpur Sikri (Akbar’s abortive capital), and for good measure, a short trip to Benares and the holy city of Hinduism, to balance the Moghul/British architecture elsewhere. We even got to stay in a

palace (remnant of the India before independence, when it was partly British, partly princely states).

What an introduction to South Asia, and its contrasts. Incredible food, history, color–but in sight of the most expensive real estate in the world (the Malabar coast, I’m told), the slum of slumdog millionaire.

Fascinated, I knew I’d have to come back sometime; after all, every page in the Lonely Planet screamed, “Visit me!” And I knew I’d have to bring my students to see this part of what was rapidly becoming the Asian Economic Miracle. And some of you reading this, for better or worse, had that chance.

my sabbatical activities in 1997

Let me dwell on the SE Asian parts, which sort of blend together in this 2024 Reminiscence.

As we were taking the train from Bangkok that would ultimately leave us in Singapore (thence home via Hong Kong), I was reading Megatrends Asia, a book touting the Asian Economic Miracle we were seeing on our trip. Bangkok was a city of cranes, and Malaysia, with its mix of Bumiputra (Malay) and Chinese was constructing an incredible infrastructure (and building roads in India).

As I think I mentioned, expats we met encouraged us to visit Pulau Penang; we did, and I fell in love with the old colonial architecture. It was, I thought, the Hong Kong I might have seen before the Viet Nam war changed Asia. I would later learn its business friendly areas would attract major manufacturing, including the Dell factory I would later visit with students.

We whisked through Kuala Lumpur, the then capital, a mix of Indo-Asian buildings, but a relatively modern city (founded in a mining boom late 19th century) with a distinctly Muslim flavor. Malacca lived up to its billing with its multicultural history of Portuguese, Dutch (better museum on the Dutch East India Company than I found in Amsterdam), and British past (love the monuments to Victoria’s Jubilee), and thence to Singapore, the miracle nanny state, ruled by Lee Kwan Yu since its independence in the 60s, a respite from the chaos of Asia.

On the second trip, which was part of my three months in Asia, following the Rotary stay in Korea and joining the IWU May Term trip, David and I spun off and went back to SE Asia. We spent a little more time reconnoitering, staying in KL in a bungalow hotel out of the time of the Raj. The bar was full by noon. We maybe also spent a few days in Chiang Mai (reacquainted via Japanese TV with Sibelius’ 5th symphony)

The treat on that May/June trip was a continuation to Indonesia, where we spent some time with the Scout organization. We went to one of their camps on Friday; noon prayers meant they deposited us until they were done. They saw to it we went to Jogjakarta, where we saw two of the great ruins of antiquity: Borobudur (reconstructed Buddhist temple, regaled by a local guitarist’s rendition of “Country Roads”) and Prambanan (a Hindu temple); ironically, Indonesia, the fourth largest country is predominantly Muslim, but we did see the Sultan’s palace in Jogjakarta.

Then there was Bali, truly a gem. My disappointment was my recognition that the equator means 12 hours of daylight, not the long tropical sunsets I hoped for. A ride through the Hindu villages (the Muslim conquest didn’t go much beyond Java) pointed out why the anti-Dutch war for independence spared the island (and the subsequent bombings brought home that the terror was real).

As if we hadn’t seen enough, we stopped in Manila, with another stop to visit with Scouts. In some ways, Manila was the most Americanized place we went, not a surprise given the half century of American possession of the islands. The Scout uniforms resembled mine from the 50s, and I could find baseball scores in the paper, which was quite unusual.

I knew I’d be back to many of these areas in the subsequent decade, and I’d bring students to share the amazing sights, sounds, foods, and business energy I’d encountered.

An introduction to Travels with David

Reminiscences 2024

My international travels with David began with my sabbatical in the spring of 1997. I had hoped to expand my knowledge of international business by working with Motorola in Beijing. I approached that company the year before, and tentatively discussed two months’ work, then a stipend to travel around the country. The Asian financial crisis put paid to that dream.

The rethink centered on a conference in Hyderabad in January 1997. Non-resident Indians frequently set up conferences so they could return home during breaks. The conference was on global organizations, and I submitted a paper on “The United Nations in Short Pants,” a discussion of International Scouting. A discussion with one of my students led to an invitation to stay with his family in New Delhi; “how can you be an Asianist without knowing anything about India?” he questioned.

I would take my family with me to India, and Carolyn agreed that if I traveled afterwards with David, I could stay on in the East.

Thus began our first visit to India.

After the conference, we based other Indian excursions out of the Malhotra’s (former student) who lived in a gated community in Delhi, riding the train to the Taj Mahal and Agra and Jaipur, riding elephants, before spending a day on

the Ganges at Benares. Mr. Malhotra questioned that only one day was at Benares, and four hours at that. I told Jaghi that we had seen Muslim India (the Taj and the Red Fort), and British India (the Cantonment and streets of Delhi, the Gateway to India, and Luytens’ imposing buildings in Delhi).

When young Mr. Malhotra graduated IWU, the family stayed at our house in Bloomington. They told Carolyn we had a lovely house but needed servants; they had six plus a cook and a driver. She has often reminded me of her agreement.

We sent Carolyn home from India. David and I continued on to Bangkok where we boarded a train for my introduction to Malaysia, with stays at Penang (which looked, I thought, like Hong Kong had in the 50s), and a now-defunct bungalow-hotel in Malacca that, with its expats at the bar by noon, could have been a setting for an early 20th century novel.

Thence to Singapore, Hong Kong and home.

It was the first of several memorable trips to East and South Asia with David.

In 1998, David accompanied me to the Asia Pacific Region Scout meeting. I talked my way into the US Delegation, stayed at the building HK Scouts built as combination headquarters, hotel, and office building. Dealing with multiple religions was a really different “religious” service, truly non denominational. The other highlight was a “potluck”, one of the best meals I’ve had at a Scout

event. No mac and cheese or hot dogs. And since we were all adults, we could behave like adults. That is, there were adult beverages. I was in a group that included the head of Australian Scouting (a volunteer), Singapore, etc. Best fraternity party since 1962. Memories….then we left for Bangkok, Chiang Mai (I discovered Sibelius on a Japanese Symphony broadcast) and thence to Laos. That part of the trip is detailed elsewhere.

He was to join me on other trips.

Reflections on that trip two years later

Letter to Texas A&M two years later

In retrospect, there were several benefits from the trip. One comes from the opportunity to meet with other faculty–not just from other colleges, but also from other disciplines–and from a range of schools. They ranged, too, from first time visitors to Asia to moderately experienced visitors to Asia. At every site visit–and there were three to four a day–our colleagues brought a variety of perspectives and diversity of questions to the table, insights not always readily apparent to a customer-focused marketer, or an income statement based accountant. Second, perhaps the strongest feature of the trip were the site visits, arranged through the guanxi of our hosts. Using business and alumni contacts, Professors Julian Gaspar and Lane Kelley got us into places that read like a who’s who of Asian business. In Tokyo, the embassy and Honda; in Seoul, the chaebols–Samsung, Daewoo, Hyundai, and Hanwha; in Hong Kong, Motorola; IBM in Shenzhen; and the stock exchange and Nike in Bangkok. A third was the exposure to cultural sites. Some of that was built into the trip, such as a Kabuki dinner in Tokyo, and similar cultural experiences in Seoul, where the farmers’ dance reminds me of United Airlines and Korea (the power of advertising), and Bangkok; and we visited palaces in Seoul and ruins in Thailand.

In short, the FDIB trip had all the characteristics of a trip I would have designed, but lacked the contacts to do so–full days meeting real business people, with business cards and an address for further contacts, a blend of the cultural and business, a range of countries, overall, an excellent introduction to the varieties of Asian businesses and civilizations. It had major curricular outcomes: Partly with the aid of contacts I made on the trip, I taught an Asian/Pacific business course at Illinois Wesleyan; we also used the FDIB contacts for our Asian business trip; and finally, I have continued to draw on the expertise (particularly yours) I encountered on the trip.

Reflections on my first FDIB trip

FDIB–OR HOW WE SPENT PART OF OUR SUMMER VACATION IN ASIA

Frederick B. Hoyt, Illinois Wesleyan University
Gerald Olson, Illinois Wesleyan University

Some of my favorite memories of elementary school occurred annually after Labor Day, when an unprepared teacher would try to ease us back into school by asking us what we had done during our summer vacation. It was at that point that nostalgia and memories grew, replacing reality and expectations.

Thus, it is with warm feelings (at least on my part) that we share with you our experiences with the Faculty Development in International Business trip we took last May and June to Asia. Conducted jointly–and there’s a lesson in that–by Texas A & M with the University of Hawaii, the trip offered 20 faculty a smorgasbord of experiences in five countries–Korea, Japan, Hong Kong, Shenzhen in the People’s Republic of China, and Thailand. Notice that these countries span the spectrum from mature industrial power (Japan) to up and coming wannabes.

Faculty

One of the benefits of a trip of this nature comes from the opportunity to meet with other faculty–not just from other colleges, but also from other disciplines–and from a range of schools. Believe me, you really get to know them in the course of two weeks where they can be your companions–sometimes your only other English-speakers–for 12-16 hours a day.

They ranged, too, from first time visitors to Asia to moderately experienced visitors to Asia. Professor Olson and I fell into the latter range, having been on, or led student trips. My area is marketing, but I have had a long-standing love affair with anything Chinese; I had not, however, been to Tokyo or Bangkok, nor done much in a business sense in Seoul (though I’d been there). Hence, one of my motivators in going on the trip was to broaden my knowledge of Asia beyond East Asia, and to deepen my understanding of business there. [Jer–your confessional spot]

At every site visit–and there were three to four a day–our colleagues brought a variety of perspectives and diversity of questions to the table, insights not always readily apparent to a customer-focused marketer. There were also the long rides (no other adjective applies to transportation in Asia, whether it was a bus ride in Bangkok or an international flight across the Pacific), or meals, or free time, where conversation ranged from common concerns and complaints, to what did you think about what we saw today, to some discussions about possible joint ventures. Out of one such discussion came this paper, and several panels.

Site Visits

Perhaps the strongest feature of the trip were the site visits, arranged through the guanxi of our hosts. Using business and alumni contacts, Professors Julian Gaspar and Lane Kelley got us into places that read like a who’s who of Asian business. In Tokyo, the embassy and in Seoul, the chaebols–Samsung, Daewoo, Hyundai, and Hanwha; in Hong Kong, Motorola; IBM in Shenzhen; and the stock exchange and Nike in Bangkok. These were medium level visits, and above, with opportunity for question and answer at some, and schmoozing opportunities at others.

Though, to my way of thinking, there were not enough visits to consumer goods and services producers (and given the nature of Asian businesses or my insatiable appetite for more marketing oriented stops, there probably could not have been enough). We have tried to arrange similar visits for trips we have led; hence, we know how difficult it is to make the necessary contacts, especially for the variety of companies we visited. At least one of the businesses-focused trips to China that I paid to go on was slightly above a shopping tour; visit the factory on your way to the factory outlet store. Seeing assembly lines, and talking with plant managers did, however, delight many members of our group, And I did learn a lot about factories, and machinery, and widgets.

Cultural Time

Although business tends to neglect the past, that is obviously much harder to do in Asia, where vestiges of Tang China still infuse the business civilizations of Korea and Tokyo. Partly, we suspect, in recognition of the persistence of the past, partly in recognition of the first-time visitors in our group, and maybe because businesses were closed on Sunday and frequently on Saturday, we visited cultural sites. Some of that was built into the trip, such as a Kabuki dinner in Tokyo, and similar cultural experiences in Seoul, where the farmers’ dance reminds me of United Airlines and Korea (the power of advertising), and Bangkok; and we visited palaces in Seoul and ruins in Thailand. Some of the cultural experiences were on our own. During “free time”–early a.m. walks, Sundays, and some evenings–we could get out of the plush 5 star hotels where we were housed and rub shoulders with the rest of Asia, whether in the Polo and porn markets of Bangkok or the night markets of Hong Kong. I well remember a Star Ferry trip to one of the outlying islands in the still Crown Colony of Hong Kong, where I had an enjoyable fresh fish dinner; you need to be from the midwest, preferably a small town, to realize what a cultural shock that might be to meat and potatoes mentality types. Two other “cultural moments”–being in Thailand for the king’s 50th year celebrations, and being in Korea for its Memorial Day stand out.

Impressions/Vignettes

We had been to Asia before, and in fact, Professor Hoyt had just left students in Korea before joining the FDIB group in Honolulu and going back across the Pacific. But these were new countries, better business visits, or the passage of time–and the changes in Asia are no longer glacial in rapidity. Thus, there were additional reflections. Three (?) come readily to mind. First, we can no longer ignore the Asian economy because Asia is not just the future. Asia is now. The changes in the coastal cities of China in the seven years I’ve gone there are phenomenal; they went from the 1940s to the 1990s, from the jazz of the Sassoon House to the Hard Rock cafe–without many of the intervening steps. Not all that is good–the sun does not shine in many Asian cities, and even worse, McDonald’s and Karaoke threaten to undermine civilization as we know it. Yet the fact is obvious–the Asian economy has become a major player in the world economy. Japan already is, but Korea and China are there too. As I tell my students, English is being taught in the Chinese schools. How many of them are learning Chinese? It has become intertwined with our own–our trade deficit with the People’s Republic is larger than with Japan, and sure to grow after Hong Kong becomes a “Special Administrative Region.” However, what finally hit this trip is that Asia is now producing for the Asian market—not as a colonial economy producing for the triad!

Second, the attention to costs that dominates the business pages is not only globally caused; at least in part, it is a global concern. We were in the loveliest factory in Bangkok, which makes running shoes. More a pavilion than a “factory, “ It was certainly a sweatshop for Europeans in June. The manager, a non-perspiring young woman, told us the factory was having trouble competing in global markets because of the rising standard of living in Thailand. Wages were getting out of hand, she stated. How much is too much? $5 a day. Michael Jordan are you listening–Caterpillar employees, do you know that?

Finally, everyone familiar with Japan knows that Japan is the most expensive country in the world. If you have been there, you know that fresh fruit can be $25 a watermelon. It is not surprising that when the Japanese travel, they buy everything–golf courses, whole cities, hotels. The whole world is cheaper. Protectionism has helped make Japan competitive globally–at the expense of consumers. Everywhere I went in Japan, I asked about consumerism–does it exist. Knowledge about the outside world comes through clearly in Japan. Everyone said there is no consumer revolt, and indeed, the major topic of the political parties is the sex life of the emperor and empress–will they have an heir?

Then, one of our businessmen said something about the J. Crew catalog being available on the Web, and it hit me that this was consumerism at its finest–the creation of a truly global marketplace that is pull, rather than push oriented. But that’s another paper.

Summary/Conclusions

The FDIB trip had all the characteristics of a trip I would have designed–full days meeting real business people, with business cards and an address for further contacts, a blend of culture and business, a range of countries, overall, an excellent introduction to the varieties of Asian businesses and civilizations. One outcome is curricular–we’re introducing an Asian/Pacific business course at Illinois Wesleyan next year. Another is that our trips to Asia will be using some of the contacts for site visits–particularly one outspoken Hong Kong woman who argued forcefully for cultural immersion for us and our students.

Finally, while we were glad to return home, Asia can be like the joke about Chinese food. An hour later, you want to go back. I guarantee that for many of the first time visitors to Asia on this trip, it will not be their last. I’m hungry for more, but the FDIB trip helped me know what to order.

The East is Red 1996

Shantung and Taishan 1996 (2024 reminiscences)

I was (and still am) fascinated with Qingdao, and in May 1996, after leading a May Term, indulged that interest in touring the Shantung peninsula. It was my first trip in China on my own, which meant, essentially, going from town to town in a car with driver. The driver was Feng Hong, or “red wind,” a classic Cultural Revolution name. His English was confined to “Michael Jordan #1,” incontestably true for the greatest of all time. In fact, one of my fondest memories of Michael Jordan was watching a finals game in a yogwan in Korea (a room with a condom dispenser). The announcer (Taiwanese) watched Jordan float from the top of the key to the basket, and said, “Wow.” Not a Chinese word, but a universal description of MJ.

The former British barracks at Weihaiwei

We went to Qingdao, Yantai (Chefoo), and Wei Hai Wei, three of the important treaty ports on the peninsula. I was surprised by how much of the colonial areas were still extant. Mornings in Qingdao definitely required joining in dancing on the squares in front of the Bavarian style Catholic Church.

I also remember asking Feng Hong to stop at one point so I could take pictures of a harvesting team of machinery that was the most mechanized agriculture I had ever seen in China. Combines in China. A first.

One other stop was a note worthy: Qu’fu, the home of the Great Sage, Confucius. The main shrine was massive, a paean to the importance (reemphasized in contemporary China) of a philosopher who encouraged order and obedience. The Confucian exams for centuries defined winners and losers in the civil service, and remnants of the rote learning it required are still embedded in China’s educational system. Qu’fu was one of the few places in China I saw stars and heard birds (not in cages). It was tranquil, in other words.

The literal highlight of course was Tai Shan, one of the most sacred mountains in China. It’s where Mao said, “The East is Red,” but Confucius sagely remarked, “The Earth is small.” I stayed in a Chinese-speaking guesthouse. At an ungodly hour, the phone rang and a voice announced (my translation—get up and get dressed, daybreak is coming). There was a PLA topcoat in the closet to protect me from the mountain chill; I threw it on and joined the throngs there to watch the sun come up over China. You can see me in the pictures: I’m the one without the cigarette.

Subsequently, in mangled Chinese, I assured others I was from Shantung, which is why I talked and looked funny. Ironically, David’s wife’s family is from Shantung, and reached the US via Korea and Taiwan.

Yan’an 1996

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I remember it was a professor from

Augustana who suggested a trip to Yan’an, which was where the Communists fled in the 1930s from their bases in the interior–Kiangsi, Fujian, Szechwan–driven on the Long March by pressures from Chiang Kai-shek. How could Augie do something we did not; that sounded attractive?

I took the May Term 1996 class there, accordingly. We left from Xi’an,

taking the long road through the loess landscape, still filled with troglodytes, though we could see the glare of TVs inside the caves. It was a long ride, but we stayed a few days in Yan’an, viewing the cave where Chairman Mao regaled Edgar Snow for Red Star Over China. As we had come to expect, the hardships of the 30s made for touristy opportunities for the 90s, including pictures in Red Army gear. That included one of Weidade Jiaoshou, the great teacher (one of Mao’s names for himself). I have pictures to prove we went elsewhere, such as Xi’an, Nanking, Shanghai, and Beijing, but the Yan’an visit remains the most vivid memory of the trip.

Non-Yan’an 1996

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I hadn’t thought about it at the time, but this was the first May Term trip. The shift from January to May changed a number of things.

In some ways, it got harder to fill trips after 1995, when IWU overhauled its curriculum, requiring only 32 classes, and eliminating J-term. Student protests, however, led to a voluntary May Term, and the university put one of its most powerful leaders, Mona Gardner, in charge of it. Despite my fears that the May term would wither, partly because students could otherwise work that month, and partly because government funding got cut off, May term prospered, and as evidenced by the material in the blog, I enjoyed the opportunity to travel in May with students, and after those trips without them. However, May term classes were no longer required for faculty or students. That meant a harder sell to attract students and some maneuvering to get to lead one of the trips, since it meant faculty taught fewer courses during the regular year. For me, I sometimes combined sections of classes to get the six, sometimes went as a co-leader, sometimes (to the annoyance of the administration), led a trip without it being part of my teaching responsibilities–i.e., taught for free. On occasion, I even (for the first JTerm) wound up paying for the trip myself.

I had also been a strong advocate for having two faculty on those trips, a cause abetted when an English professor had an accident and had no backup. That came to pass with May Term. I was consequently able to travel with Zhenhu Jin, Jerry Olson, Dave Willis, Jin Park, Tim Query, Ruth Ann Friedberg, Bill Walsh, Jim Sikora, and Ella Pana.

The co-leader for this trip was easy: Zhenhu Jin, a finance professor at IWU, who was born in Shanghai. We spent several years on trips to Asia and SE Asia. In 1997, I was on sabbatical, and my adventures are detailed elsewhere.

On the steps of the Sun Yat-sen Memorial in Nanking

Obviously, May was warmer. That meant no pictures without vendors on the Great Wall. With Dr. Jin aboard, we changed the itinerary a little, looking at Shanghai, Nanking, North China (Xi’an and Yan’an), and Korea. One of our interesting site visits was a traditional

Chinese hospital, where some of us sought acupuncture. And I got to visit Tuan and his wife, which was a treat for me. And our national guide, once again, was Mr. Li. We also had (the only time) an alum who expressed interest and joined us.

Excitement came when one our students reported that his airline ticket and passport had been stolen. While our suspicion was that he had been inebriated, he still needed those documents to continue the journey. Fortunately, Dr. Jin and Mr. Li were able to convince the airline and the consulate to reissue the documents. What a predicament that could have been!

A chance visit in Nanjing was to a restaurant–in what had been the home of Chiang Kai-shek as president of China before World War II. He gave it to his wife, and it’s now known as Mei-ling’s palace. What a surprise that was!

That year in Beijing we got to the Great Hall of the People. While there, Carolyn and I got our picture taken in the Shanghai Room. A great feeling in the Great Hall!

The Korean part of the trip was memorable because one of our students found (most) of us lodging in a yogwan. A rich student lodged himself at a Western hotel. Ours was authentically Korean, with mats on the floor and condom machines. It was during the NBA finals, and I watched as Michael Jordan soared with one of his dunks, starting at the free throw line, and the Taiwanese announcer went, “Wow.” Perhaps there was no other word to describe it, and certainly not one in Chinese.

And this was the group that had all the gun lighters confiscated!

Viet Nam Notes on a 1995 trip including Taiwan

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Shortly after Viet Nam and the United States resumed diplomatic relations (1995), De Paul University organized a conference to introduce foreigners to the country. The conference itself was in Saigon (Ho Chi Minh City) at the “floating hotel,” which was moored in the Mekong River. Saigon had the war museum documenting American atrocities. The Cu Chi tunnels, close to Saigon, at one time housed I believe 40,000 VC, at least half of whom died in American bombings.

The after conference activities were special, too: Danang, Hoi An (China Beach), Hue (what was left of the imperial capital), and Hanoi, without the embellishments the future would bring. These are notes I made at the time, and probably shared with the Asian Studies committee at IWU.

I. 1963: Bill Williams and John Kennedy (and Fred Hoyt wanting to learn about Asia)

II. Viet Nam in the 1960s and Fred Hoyt’s growth

but was caught in the emotionalism of the made for TV series. Believed President (Fred as Cold warrior ala Kennedy)

III. The offer crossing my desk and the memories it conjured up.

IV. Arrival (Aseana Airlines with Bing Crosby singing White Christmas; Beer Nuts as a snack. Tan Sen Hut airport still had the hangers for fighters I remembered from the news)

Viet Nam (some basic facts)

Long country–over 1000 miles from Saigon to Hanoi. All in the tropics. Hanoi roughly on parallel with Manila. Valetudinarian factors important.

Populous–over 72 million people. Most of them born since 1974. Over 2x size then. Hence, population is young and growing. Population control is nowhere near as extreme as in China, but govt is now encouraging 1-2 children at most. Could be a problem in near future.

Poor–average income less than 200$ US a year, but an awful lot of $2500 Hondas in the cities. Some of it may come from overseas Vietnamese, who are both retiring in Viet Nam and sending money back to relatives.

Government seems to be following the Chinese model of opening to the West–in a limited way and on well-defined terms. Non-Viet Namese managers on site all say the same thing: looks better from a distance than close up.

May benefit from brick walls around China and need to diversify portfolios: e.g., Taipei is encouraging Chinese investment in Viet Nam. Korea is eyeing, and of course, the French would like to return. Belief growing if you don’t someone else will.

Great potential for the smokestack industries to follow. Korea/Taipei/HK all getting too expensive to do the labor themselves.

Conclusions
Glad I went; gladder I was not there in the 60s.

Certainly expanded my images of East Asia. Probably gave me a better idea of what China must have been like 15-20 years ago.

As a market for business, more attractive from a distance than close up.

For most Vietnamese, Imperialist Americans and their fascist allies is history, probably more than is true here.

I’d almost forgotten, but Carolyn and I parleyed this trip to visit Taiwan. Taiwan was then (as it wants to be now), the “real China.” The

purpose of visiting was to stay in the Palace Hotel, designed by Mme. Chiang Kai-shek and to see the treasures in the Palace Museum that Chiang Kai-shek took when he fled the Mainland. Magnificent. It was interesting to see the cult associated with Chiang and the Kuomintang, a slightly (at least!) different version than on the Mainland!

A major trip with Minor

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I said I’d wanted to get back to China as often as I could. When an opportunity came up to attend the IAS workshop in Beijing, I was interested. When I approached Provost McNew, she stated she didn’t realize my desire, and had named my friend Mike Seeborg as the faculty member whose way would be paid. I said if I could get nominated, I’d pay part of my own way and seek additional grant funding, and that’s how I got to travel to China with Mike, Minor and Ellen Myers.

Minor was always a treat, whimsical if sometimes unfocused, with myriad interests that were always semi pursued. He was a sometimes collector of (fill in the missing blanks) and one of those interests was philatelic. When I purchased a passport of a British soldier who went from China back to England, with the appropriate stamps, I was so excited I had to show it to him. “That’s wonderful, Fred,” he exclaimed, looking over his glasses. “I think I have one just like it.” I never tried to trump him again.

The 1995 trip to Beijing started with a Minor Myers treat: a chauffeured limousine to O’Hare. Good start. I remember Minor pursued Liulichang with the enthusiasm of Carolyn in a chocolate shop, gushing over the antique “treasures” he had found, while his long-suffering wife rolled her eyes. Ellen freaked out when we were served scorpions, but then, she thought Tokyo–where you can literally almost eat on the streets–was dirty.

When the conference was over, I talked Mike into a train ride to Qingdao, which looked fascinating. We were staying in the “guest house” which, to my great joy, turned out to be the former residence of the German Governor General, who had surrendered it to the Japanese after a siege in 1914. A sign on one of the rooms indicated Chairman Mao spent a month there, and I hoped in the future, Mike and I would get the same recognition. What I remember best was being introduced to a Lada, a Soviet bloc car we chartered for touring, and having to push it uphill. Mike, more familiar than I with Eastern Europe, was not surprised. Qingdao was another place that would draw me back several times, for its salubrious seaside, and its still extant German efforts to make it resemble someplace in Germany.