By Lucille Gishler (nee Paulson)
Given July 26, 2016 at Willingdon St. Church, Burnaby,
B.C.
My name
is Lucille Gishler. My husband and I live in northwest Calgary. I am the 5th child out of 7 children of which
Philip was the first born.
Philip
was born October 29, 1933 in Innisfail Alberta. His parents Clifford and
Florence Paulson had attended Prairie Bible Institute and were starting the Christian
and Missionary Alliance church. It is a thriving church today. Philip was given
Biblical names. Philip was one of the apostles and Timothy was St Paul’s
assistant accompanying him on his missionary journeys. On Sept 19th
1934 they left Canada to become missionaries in China with the China Inland
Mission now called the Overseas Missionary Fellowship. They left from Vancouver
on a Norwegian freighter. Philip was 11 months old. A few years ago I visited a
friend of my mothers in Coventry, England who said she had been one of my
mother’s Sunday school pupils and had who waved them goodbye in Vancouver.
The
Norwegian freighter docked in Shanghai. They then travelled by steamer up the Yangtze
River to Hwaing (way-ing ) to attend language school. They attended the men’s language
school because they were a married couple. My mother was the only female
student and Philip was the only child. He was a happy, social child and would
have received much attention from the students. My mother wrote home in one of
her letters about Philip wanting to kiss everyone even the Chinese tailor. When
he was learning to dress himself he put all his clothes on feet first, even his
sweater.
Both my
parents were teachers so my mother taught Philip at home. In 1936 Philip’s
sister Elaine was born. In 1939 his brother Keith was born. The CIM policy at
that time was that at the age 8 the children had to go to the boarding school
at Cheefoo in the northwest part of China in Shantung Province. It was a
Christian boarding school following the British system. There were 3 houses – Livingston,
Carey and Stanley. Cheefoo was on the coast. Philip had a love of the ocean all
of his life from attending Cheefoo. It
is one of the reasons that I feel I he chose to come to Vancouver later in
life. Cheefoo was a hard adjustment for Philip as he was a sensitive child. He
had had a happy life at home. There were 2 siblings to play with. Cheefoo had
tough discipline. He had teachers from Britain, U.S.A., Australia, Canada,
Switzerland, so the children had what was known as the Cheefoo accent, a very
distinct accent. In later life Philip went to many Cheefoo reunions in many
North American cities.
In
December 1941 the Japanese invaded northeast China. After Pearl Harbour all persons
of countries who were at war with Japan were interned. The 200 boarders of
Cheefoo were marched off to Temple Hill, a Presbyterian compound with only the
things that they could carry and then to Weishien and to Shantung Compound
another Presbyterian Compound. These were 1,400 prisoners –professors, business
persons, prostitutes etc. Schooling in the camp was based on what the teachers
remembered. The pages of the notebooks were erased and reused. Eric Lidell, the
hero of the movie Chariots of Fire was one of their teachers. Eric had a
Canadian wife and she was pregnant and so Eric had sent her back to Canada for
the birth. Eric died in that camp. I
remember sending Philip a newspaper clipping about the Lidell daughters going
back to China and visiting the site of the camp. One of the missionaries who were
interned prayed that scripture would be taught on that site in the future. She
returned to the US and started a group called Bible Study Fellowship (BSF).
Today there is a BSF group on that site.
Life in
that camp was severe. Roll call was taken twice a day. There was electrified
barb wire around the camp. Guards had rifles and bayonets. One day Philip was
playing with a ball too near the fence and went over to the fence to retrieve
it. A guard bent his arm back so hard they broke it. There were contests as to
see who could kill the most rats. There were 12 people to a room - 18 inches
apart. Shoes were patched then finally there were no shoes. Their legs were
burnt from standing around the fire trying to keep warm. Crushed egg shells
were eaten to provide calcium. There was malnutrition. The diet consisted of
porridge, soup and horsemeat stews. Phillip never recovered emotionally from
this experience.
There
was great concern at home for Philip when he was in the camp. The first bombing
attack on Japan by the Americans was the Doolittle Raid. The bombers took off
for Japan from aircraft carriers but had to land in China to refuel before
returning. Many of the planes crashed because the Chinese airfields weren’t
ready for them. Our father was the only person there who spoke Chinese and
English. He worked for two days with General Doolittle, helping with
communication and buying land to provide a Christian burial for the American airmen.
There was fear that if the Japanese found out who was helping the Americans,
there would be reprisals against Philip; so the Paulson family had to leave
China as quickly as possible by military plane leaving Philip is the prison
camp. Blake had been born on December 31st 1941.
On
August 17th 1945 Shantung Compound was liberated by 7 American
marines. One marine was a former Cheefoo student. Cans of Beeman’s corn and Delmonte peaches
would have tasted wonderful. Philip returned to the US on SS Lavaca troopship
with 2,000 marines from Okinawa in uniforms. The bunks were 5 feet high. The
ship docked in San Francisco. The Red Cross located Philip’s parents. He
stopped in Burnaby to see his grandparents. He was reunited with our father
November 11, 1945 in Edmonton. The Edmonton Journal ran an article telling how
our father and Philip walked past each other on the platform missing each other
because it had been so long since they had seen each other. The family had
moved to Three Hills where my father taught the Old Testament at the Prairie
Bible Institute. Philip was so undernourished that my parents sent him for a
time to a family friend’s farm. Philip attended Prairie’s High School where he
met his future wife, Ruth Johnson. He was very interested in cars at this time.
After high school he moved to Calgary and worked for the Post Office delivering
mail and then worked for the Calgary Fire Department as a fireman.
Philip
received compensation from the Japanese government, $1 for every day that he
was interned. He used it to take a trip around the world stopping to work when
he ran out of money. One of the interesting places he worked was in Coventry, England.
He worked on the Cathedral. It was the only Cathedral which had been bombed in
Britain during the war. He also worked on a hotel named after Lady Godiva’s husband.
The trip was wonderful – UK, Europe, Egypt, Australia, Fiji and Hawaii. I loved
to send Philip post cards from my travels because he had often had visited the
same places. In Hawaii he had an experience surfing. There were huge waves and
he felt he was drowning and so he cried out to God. He promised to serve God
all his life if God would save him. I feel that he has kept his promise.
After
his wonderful trip he came back to Calgary. My father had been appointed the Regional
Secretary of the China Inland Mission for the prairie provinces so the family
had moved to Saskatoon. One Christmas on the Greyhound bus going home to
Saskatoon he met Ruth Johnson who was also going to her parents’ home for
Christmas near Marsden. Back in Calgary they started dating and were married
August 7th.1957. Ruth had been the Secretary to the principal of the
Prairie Bible Institute and was known to my parents. Their first daughter Julie
Ruth was born on June 8th 1958.
Phil and
Ruth then decided to move to Three Hills for Philip to go to Bible School at
Prairie. Ruth had already graduated. Their second daughter Marilou and only son
Jim were born while they were at Prairie. After Philip finished his studies
they applied to go as missionaries with the China Inland Mission. They were
rejected because of medical problems. Ruth had hearing problems and Phil had
thyroid problems. This was very disappointing to them both.
Phil
then turned his attention to obtaining a B.Ed. from the University of Calgary.
Phil drove cab by night and Ruth worked as a secretary at Shell during the day.
Phil looked after the children during the day. I remember thinking what a good
father he was. Like his father before him he loved little children. He did many
outdoor activities – swimming, skating, and tobogganing with his children. There
were not many teaching jobs available with the Calgary School Board, so he used
his experience with the Fire Department and his writing skills from university
to become a fire inspector. After the marriage broke up, Philip asked for a
transfer to Vancouver to be near his beloved ocean. He was always good at his
jobs. He never missed a day’s work when he lived in Vancouver and his company
recognized that with an award. He travelled the province in his job. He was to
marry two more times. Both ended in divorce.
Phil
loved the outdoors. In retirement he walked to the ocean every day. He built
his own sailboat. He sailed, skated and skied and was a great walker. I often
did these activities with him when I visited Calgary. He loved to travel. He
especially liked to go to Hawaii. He was a people person. He loved to usher in
the churches he went to. He was Head Usher at Willingdon Street Church for many
years. It was there that he met his dear friend Gyan. Being a single mother
without a car, he used to pick up and deliver things for her. He survived
cancer of the mouth. When he was put in the hospital and then in a care home
that he didn’t like, Gyan invited him to live with her and her son Eric. She is
a wonderful cook and fun to be with. As his Alzheimer’s progressed he needed
constant care and was put in a better care home. One of the frustrations of
modern society is that we often live far from the loved ones we need to care
for. Our family owes a huge debt to Gyan for her kindness and care of Philip and
to Phil’s brother Duane who handled his business and visited him regularly from
Comox. We would also like to thank his many friends who were good to him all
his life and visited him in the care home.
Phil’s
ashes will be taken by my husband and I back to Calgary to be buried between
our parent’s graves. A short graveside service will be conducted by my husband
the Reverend John Gishler who is an Anglican priest.
Today
we give thanks be to God for the gift of Phillip Timothy Paulson who loved God
and loved his fellow man!
Thanks be to God!
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