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UNOEGRWRITTEN BY THE PEOPLE WHO WROTE THE BOOK ON INSURANCE May.6, 1984 Services Ltd. a * Autoplan'® Home ® Life We Have ° Rv's Business * Bonds it All" © Travel* Boots 1016-4th St., Castlegar Ph: 365-6313 “Across From The Post Office” This is the ifth column on Dr. John Hall, Castlegar’ physician who with his wife Ruth has now spent 1% years of a two-year tour on duty in the South- east Asian island of Papua New Guinea. Working under the spon- sorship of CUSO (Canadian University Services Over- seas), Hall is realizing a long-standing personal con- vietion that anyone having the skills and opportunity, has an obligation at some time in his or her life to donate those skills to hu manity Anacute observer and a vivid writer, Hall has given many of us a first hand view of this rapidly evolving and fascinating part of the South Pacific nation and has in the process acquired a number of enthusiastic Papua New Guinea fans. Therefore, fans, read on! DR. JOHN HALL ... patrol ‘fascinating’ It constantly amazes me how this old typewriter has held up to the punishment I give it. The original surgical wire is still doing yeoman service. In 17 months we have gpne through five tapes — I think this one is the fifth Winter is approaching in the southern hemisphere now. Each day becomes a few minutes shorter than the one before it and the odd thunder storm passes by. The winds will shift to the northwest in about a month and then we will know that winter is upon us. It is interesting how one's job changes in a Third World environment. When we first arrived I was the “surgeon”. Then as time and events passed, I became the “surgeon and medical director.” More recently I have attained the dizzy heights of “surgeon, medical director and hospital administrator.” This, of course, means less time to go fishing but the new problems are interesting and challenging. The Catholic Archdi of Rabaul is r ible for the health needs of over 50,000 Melanesians. We have one major hospital, nine health centres, and 40 aid-posts. We ‘Four male nurses, a nutritionist and | entered country where no physician has ever been before’ operate a nursing school with 145 students in attendance at any one time. The nursing school is reported to be the finest in P.N.G. (I believe that statement to be true). We train our nurses to be able to cope with all medical problems they may encounter in the jungle while acting as local doctor, midwife, nutritionist, ad. ministrator and medical records clerk to the people under their care. They also must become proficient in the use of radio. Sometimes they must walk two days to the closest transmittor, where they call to the hospital for advice or helicopter service. We have nine volunteer nurse-tutors who are the main lecturers. At the momefit we have two national and two ex-patriate physicians at the hospital. We all take our turn in the classroom but most of our teaching responsibilities are in the surgical theatre or on the ward. Recently, I returned from 4 jungle patrol where it was my great privilege to live ard work with some of the nurses I had helped to train. They are doing a magnificent job under the most trying circumstances. To watch them claw their way through the jungle, struggle up and down mountains, wade angry streams and river snad then, at the end of the day, to see them treating the sick as if they had been sitting in a pleasant hospital all day made one feel very humble. I was so proud of them I could have burst! The following outlines, without detail, a bit of the story of that patrol. I promised in my last letter that I would attempt to send your notes about Papua New Guinea at more frequent intervals. Time and events pass by at such On jungle patrol with Dr. John Hall = SS SS Mary's Kewpitel Bex 56, Kekgpo, Nit Papua New Gaines Mr. and Mra, O31 - 7th Ave., Castlerar, 86. Vv CANADA John Charters Lae Reflections & recollections speed that letter writing becomes difficult to fit into the general scheme of things. , I have just returned from a 21-day medical patrol into the mountainous region of East New Britain. Four male nurses, a nutritionist and I entered country where, according to government information, no physician has ever been before. In 1983 Father William Culhane made a patrol to this area and in 1953 Father Tim O'Neill, another Catholic priest, also trecked through the area. Father Culhane was beheaded by the Japanese in 1942 but Father Tim is still active at Vunapope. It was interesting to compare notes with him upon my return to the mission. It would appear that little has changed. The patrol was a fascinating and most rewarding experience. Some of the older people had never before seen a white skin. Our task was to find the people — who are nomadic and very primitive — to conduct a health survey on all those who would permit one and to take compass bearings of all major villages we encountered. The government maps call this an “uncontrolled area”. This indicates that they have little Knowledge of and no control over the inhabitants. Our patrol began on a small coastal steamer which carried us 200 kilometres along the north coast of this island to a smal] outpost called Ulamona. Ulamona sits at ‘Our task was to find the people to conduct a health survey on all those who would permit one’ the base of an active voleano, Ulawon, which spews black smoke daily and pours lava and debris down its 2,450-metre sides regularly at two-year intervals. Here we prepared our minds and our packs and began our hike into the Bush-Mengen tribal territory. As we climbed higher and higher into the mountains, first on good trails and later on trails cut by ourselves through thick jungle growth, we encountered increas trail to follow, some days never seeing the sun because of the thick overhead canopy of tropical trees; wading across torrential rivers, usually waist deep in rushing water; sleeping on bamboo pole cots cut from the jungle; eating singapore, taro (a starchy root grown in tropics) and wild ferns — always hungry and always wet. I would employ carriers for $1.50 per day who would carry 20-kilogram pack as if it were nothing. But on several occasions we were left alone in the jungle when our carriers refused to carry into the territory of a strange tribe. They would simply put the packs down and leave us. The Bush-Mengens will not penetrate the territory of the Suikol for if they were caught returning they would be killed We would, therefore, have to shoulder our packs and continue on as best we could, often leaving some of our gear on the trail to be sent for later. Tribal war, sorcery and fear govern the way of life of these primitive people. Near the end of each day's patrol we would come upon a village and search for a place to sleep. First we would request permission from the village elders to stay in the village. Usually, we were offered little bush huts in which to sleep. These we accepted gratefully if the weather suggested rain. We soon found, however, we could not sleep in the little windowless huts with their metre-high openings serving as doors and a campfire smoldering on the dirt floor in the centre of the single room. The smoke would drive us outside. No wonder these people suffer from chronie bronchitis! If possible, we would find an appropriately level spot in a clearing near the village and here we would build our fire and gather bamboo poles with which to construct cots about a half-metre above the ground. Soon, several village tribesmen would be helping us. Next the women would approach shyly, bringing us food which they had gathered in expectation of our arrival. The garamut drums had done their job well. Our passage through the jungle was always accompanied by the sound of these drums. They told of our whereabouts and our ingly primitive people. We living : housing, food and water supply, sanitation and social customs. We examined the inhabitants of each village as we came upon them and we found and treated several sick infants and adults while just cutting trail through the jungle. Penicillin is still the wonder drug of our era, so many a night I offered a prayer to our great benefactor and fellow-Canadian, Sir. Ian Fleming. Nine mountain ranges were crossed during 17 days of hiking. Up and then down the other side of unbelievably steep mountains, often with no established Sometimes as we passed through a seemingly deserted village a conch shell (a large sea shell) would sound, warning the next village of our approach. When supper and conversation were finished, we would lie down on our jungle beds and try to sleep. Sleeping in the land of the Suikol and Bush-Mengen people is not always easy. First, the bed is hard and irregular but fatigue soon overcomes any discomfort and before a performance. Each song, beautiful unto itself, brings total chaos to one's ears when combined with all the other sounds of the jungle. Then, one is suddenly and totally awake, mainly because of the aches and pains resulting from slesping on the bamboo poles but also because of the natural sounds of the jungle. When the discomfort is relieved by thrashing about a bit one is off to sleep again. I found the sleep-awake pattern occurred at about hourly intervals, but actually resulted in quite a restful night. To be awake, however, in the tropical forest at night is not to be bored. The sky is crystal clear at these high altitudes. First Orion appears low in the east followed by Canis Major and Canis Minor. Then comes Lepus the hare, and Columba, the dove. As Orion and Taurus the bull speed towards the western horizon one is suddenly aware of the Southern Cross peeking over the trees to the south. About 4 a.m. the finest constellation of them all appears in the north — the Big Dipper. The North Star cannot be seen, only the Big Dipper. It is always upside down and is known as the Iron Pot in the southern hemisphere. Then suddenly it is dawn. It was a marvelous, arduous and unforgettable experience and one filled with many rewards. One tribe gave me a carved walking stick which, I was informed, would protect me against the “Sanguma” or evil spirit of the neighboring tribes on the adjoining mountains. Sanguma men are very specialized practitioners of magic and often work together in groups. They cin make themselves invisible. They can “will” a person to come out by himself and so be vulnerable to their attack. When the victim enters their ambush he is immediately felled by a blow from a club. Then a magic operation is performed. Sometimes some of his “vital” organs are removed and these are replaced by “leaves and grass”, then all wounds are magically healed. The victim is then ordered to get up and name the sorcerers. If he is unable to do this he is ordered to his village to die. If he can name the sorcerers he is “treated” a, - When a person believes he has been Sanguma killed, there is no way on earth that he can be saved and will indeed soon die. In any case my “namal” stick was an excellent companion when climbing mountains or crossing deep ‘Sometimes as we passed through seemingly deserted villages a h shell Id sound, warning the next village of our approach’ rivers. Since I did not encounter any serious mishaps, physically or emotionally, However and since I_am still alive. I suppose it did keep the “bad” spirits away. It was with true sadness that I departed these beautiful mountains and the people that inhabit them. The hardships and deprivation that these primitive people endure in their daily lives is hard to describe, and yet we found no sad or despondent people. Their simple joys of living are found in their jungle and their rivers — they are proud, human beings. My re the national government will contain many medica] facts not before reported about these people. It will also contain my opinion that we cannot and probably should not attempt to change their basie way of life. What we can do is bring to them the benefits of nutritional education and health services. Fifty years ago, the first white man entered their country. Thirty years ago the second white man followed the same trails carrying the teachings of Christ. I wonder what the next 50 years will bring to them? John Hall eee Last week I wrote that Ruth MacDonald attended normal school with Bunny Charters. That should have read Elaine MacDonald (Mrs. A. MacNicol). Mrs. MacNicol also taught in the Castlegar school district for some years and now does volunteer work in Vancouver hospitals. one is fast asleep. Then, the night birds start to sing. Every conceivable note and chord is heard, one on top of the other so that it is much like an orchestra tuning up My thanks to Acia Charters for translation of material from Russian texts for the article on Isaac Levitan and the Russian chapel house. A.C. —Jimmy VANCOUVER (CP) — An office tour with Jimmy Pattison comes very close to a run. Heading a multi-national corporation — nearly 40 companies — and flying all over the world might be enough for most people, but not this 51-year-old cherubic-faced former used car salesman. ‘Adding the chairmanship of Expo 86, the world-class transportation and communications fair set for downtown Vancouver still ‘wasn't enough. He also took on the chairmanship of the govern- ment-owned B.C. Place corporation. This means 12- to 13-hour days, seven days a week, to handle three jobs — and the Expo and B.C. Place positions don't pay a cent, but provide more than their share of problems. The latest problem, still being wrestled with, is the Social Credit government's insistence that the Expo site be open to union and non-union labor, with the B.C. and Yukon Building Trades Council equally adamant that if non-union workers are to be allowed on the site, they must be paid union rates. In mid-April, Pattison told the Social Credit cabinet that Expo should be cancelled “unless a settlement that ensures construction labor peace is accepted by the council.” After a week of agonizing deliberations, Premier Bill Bennett announced that his government will legislate against any threat to construction and operation of the world’s fair. Since then, Pattison and council leaders have been trying to negotiate a settlement. attison: man on Why is Pattison taking on these three’massive jobs? “I ask myself that question every morning on the way to work,” he chuckles, turning his big swivel chair to look out of his 21st-storey downtown office window to view the B.C. Place development and the Expo site. “T'm doing it because we all realized that we needed a closer working relationship between B.C. and Expo to save money. Both groups are working for the public and it's a matter of maximizing the savings. “It's been a major change in my life.” Pattison, who lives in West Vancouver with his wife Mary and three children, lives the life of a workaholic — “| don’t have hobbies; I don't play golf.” His working day begins at 7:15 a.m. He's at his Pattison Group office Saturdays, Sunday mornings and Mondays, and at his Expo office Tuesday through Thurs- day, but each day, he is at his B.C. Place office from 11 a.m. to 2 p.m. Although he takes two to three hours off late Sunday mornings to attend church, he also does some Expo work and checks on construction of his 26-metre yacht. It’s all exhilarating, he says, but he's had to cut back in areas such as a social evening or travel on behalf of his private enterprises, “Now when I'm through here, I go home. So it's basically work, home, bed — and it's working fine.” “Moving from private business to something like this is totally foreign to anything I've ever done before. Not 90 much in terms of higher profile, but in dealing with all levels of government, “In a political situation, there are other factors that would not be considered in a private business situation.” He doesn't mind the differences. “Those are the rules of the game. When I walk into the B.C. Place office, I realize there are different consid erations from my own business.” Those considerations surfaced this week when Pattison announced he will sell a controverisal magazine distribution company because a federal commission in vestigating pornography was told by a women’s group that some of the publications were obscene. Pattison said he too found some of the publications offensive and because he is representing B.C. as Expo chairman it was difficult for him to continue to own the magazine distributorship. WENT TO HEARING Pattison's first public test came last January when B.C. Place’s first zoning application went to a public hearing. B.C. Place and the city had been at odds over building height and density for several years, with B.C. Place wanting higher heights and density than the city. At the packed public meeting, Pattison went to the podium, introduced himself, then lowereg B.C. Place heights and densities — but not to city figures. ‘The bottom line was that the city either approved the project based on Pattison’s new figures, or B.C. Place walked away from that particular project because it wouldn't be economic. The project was approved not long after. the run— ow JUAMY PATTISON ..- Expo 86 Chairman