Anyhow, as her plans became advanced to move on once more to join our father in Burma, she gathered together some money (45 dollars was all she was allowed to take us through America), and her bank manager was so horrified at the thought of her taking three children and herself on this small sum of money that he suggested she should take some English sterling notes, and if in difficulties exchange these on the black market in Chicago. When it came to the time for us to depart, and we were checked out by the immigration authorities before we crossed the border, the customs officer made note of how little money we had, our mother in all innocence said, "Ah, but I've been told I can cash some notes at the black market in Chicago". "Well, ma'am, who told you that?" he said. She said, "My bank manager in Canada", whereupon he was duly horrified, and told her that it was illegal!
Christine Shaw's letters for this period provide another view of Guli's plans.
November 4th 1941 (approx)
I saw Guli off last night - she & her three little tubs left at midnight for Australia, en route for Burma, or not, as Jack & Tojo may decree. As I saw that taxi drive off I felt quite moved. Those four little roundabouts have grit.
November 14th 1941
Ten days ago I had a letter from Guli to say she was arriving in Montreal en route to Australia & would I find her a room hear by. I got her a very nice one, with three beds & bath, & said I would put up one child.
A farewell poem to Guli from her friends in Stanstead
Names of friends listed next to the poem
The family consists of Barbara 14, Sheila 11 & Robin 7. We had a different child each night of the three that she was here. Jen had Barbara & they talked till 11 oc, when some instinct impelled me to look in on them, when I caught them red-handed!! Jen adored Barbara. The next night Gill moved in to the double room with Sheila, who is an utterly bewitching person. Barbara is heavy & fat & jolly - very able, but not imaginative. Sheila is brilliant, fat & good natured, but quick & intuitive, & has always made me wonder whether she had French blood. I asked Guli this time, & it transpired that Jack had a French grandmother! so there it is - she is utterly French - she is excitable, dramatic, vivid, & with the vision & logic of a French child & yet an overlay of Guli's pleasant tolerance & humour, a most charming child.
Guli is a lazy old thing. Sheila announced quite dispassionately that next day she was going to have to have her hair cut off - because it had become matted & she couldn't comb it out. She has the most glorious hair, masses & masses, well below her waist, & I was filled with horror - for matted it was & solid, dusty & felt for about six inches down from the head. Below this the poor child had plaits. I can't understand Guli's letting it get like that. I told her to hold on & let me have a go at it. I couldn't bear to think of her being robbed of that lovely mane. So when it came to her turn to come I went for it, but after half an hour that night I had hardly got anywhere. Do you know it took me two & a half hours, with five short rests, to get the poor head combed our, but I did it, with her most brave co-operation & saved her hair. The children nearly wept with gratitude, but old Guli, though more than grateful, showed no shame!
She is very easy going, but she is a dear, & I felt very sad at her going - for we have seen each other several times & have so much of family & the past to talk about. We had Robin the next day, & it was lovely to see him & Jon together! They tussled & played & laughed & bathed together. All those three days the family was in & out. Roger came up to tea one day, & we sat down nine! I had to cook three complete panfuls of sausages - oh! I wish I hadn't mentioned that darling. Your remarks about Jon's birthday party with cake & "swingers" cut me to the heart. We are told we may eat sausages as they are made out of bits, & couldn't be sent to England, but I often nearly choke as I eat them & think of your beastly "bags o'mystery".
I saw Guli off with a lump in my throat & I admired her - she had to go right down to San Francisco with her family & then spend 5 weeks (I think) at sea - landing in Sydney with only one friend to contact. I feel anxious about her going there - people are rather grim about Burma, but she feels she must be nearer Jack for the sake of communications.