Things keep growing here in Borneo….

We planted the banana tree 12 years ago….we brought a small shoot to KK (the size of my forearm), from our former househelper’s tree in Lawas, Sarawak.

We had lived in Lawas from 1995-2000, then returned to Canada for 3+ years.

In 2004, our family moved back to East Malaysia, this time to Kota Kinabalu, Sabah.

On a visit with Leila, our former househelper in Lawas, in 2005, with the help of our boys, we dug up a baby banana shoot, wrapped it in moist paper and brought it to KK, and the STS ( Sabah Theological Seminary ) gardeners transplanted it for us.

It took!!

And it grew….and grew….

…..producing HUGE branches of fruit ( “pisang goreng”, the best bananas for deep frying in batter, yum 🙂 It became famous on the seminary campus….the students would come and cut the big branch of fruit down and cut off bunches with their parang and distribute them in the dorms and to the faculty and staff.

Today, July 30, 2017, I went to take a look at the tree….it has become a banana GROVE…big enough to provide shade for a small bungalow “pondok”….my dream retirement home 🙂

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We notice other things are growing here too….children have become adults, adults are growing older, the city of Kota Kinabalu is growing….many new malls and buildings, flyovers, more tourists and hotels, more cars and increased traffic jams!

We have heard from many friends from different backgrounds here in pluralistic Malaysia that the government policy of the official majority religion is growing increasingly intentional in promoting conversion ( with some success), especially now in the interior and poorer areas of Sabah and Sarawak, East Malaysia. Discrimination against minorities is a growing issue, to the point that some people have said it’s better their children move somewhere else to live and work….others feel strongly called to stay here.

I am impressed and encouraged to see that, even in the midst of this reality, our friends and former colleagues in the minority Christian community here (which is also growing, both numerically and in maturity), continue to be faithful in their service as they follow Jesus.

My prayer for the Malaysian church is that it would continue to grow and to bear big bunches of sweet fruit – not bananas –  but the fruit of the Holy Spirit:

” LOVE, JOY, PEACE, PATIENCE, KINDNESS, GOODNESS, FAITHFULNESS, GENTLENESS and SELF- CONTROL. Against such things there is no law.” (Galatians 5:22-23)

And may the Malaysian church continue to grow in providing shade and shelter for those in need: physically, emotionally, psychologically, materially and spiritually.

There are many amazing initiatives here in Malaysia, and followers of Jesus with such a desire and commitment to hard work and reaching out to care for others….I am always encouraged and humbled when i come here….we have it so easy in Canada.

 

 

Jesus wept over Jerusalem too

At the beginning of the last week of His life, Jesus rode into Jerusalem on the colt of a donkey, fulfilling the Messianic prophecy of Zechariah:

” Rejoice greatly, O daughter of Zion! Shout aloud, O daughter of Jerusalem! Behold, your king is coming to you; righteous and having salvation is he, humble and mounted on a donkey, on a colt, the foal of a donkey. ” – Zechariah 9:9

Jesus paused while descending the Mount of Olives, looked over Jerusalem and wept, saying: ” If you had only recognized this day, and the things that make for peace…”

The tear-drop shaped church , Dominus flevit, is built at the traditional site of Jesus weeping over Jerusalem.

This past June, our Dance with Israel tour group began our tour on the Mount of Olives, overlooking the Old City of Jerusalem; we then walked down, past the entrance to this church (i ran in quickly to get a photo!), and on down to Gethsemane.

The Garden of Gethsemane, ( which means “oil press” in Aramaic),  is an olive tree garden where Jesus spent the last night of his life. He sweated blood as He prayed there, realizing the enormity of His task, to carry the sin and evil of the whole world on His body until He died under its weight.  He agreed he would carry through this intentional assignment given by his heavenly Father , saying, “Father, if you are willing, remove this cup ( of suffering) from me. Nevertheless, not my will, but yours, be done.” – Luke 22:42

When Jesus had finished praying, He woke his sleeping disciples; shortly after, officials came ( tipped off by Judas) and arrested Jesus in the Garden of Gethsemane.

The Garden of Gethsemane….some of the olive trees are 2000 years old!! The eastern wall of the Old City; the golden Dome of the Rock just visible!

Our tour group then continued down this slope of the Mt of Olives. We looked back up at the many limestone graves stacked on each other on the slope; many observant Jewish people long to be buried there with the expectant hope of rising first when the Messiah comes on that Day, walking down the Mount of Olives and entering the Eastern Gate of Jerusalem.

In my understanding and interpretation, i do not know whether Jesus will return exactly there on the Mt of Olives; He did come there to enter Jerusalem the first time.  On His return or Second Coming, it will be in a sighting by all the world….

” Behold, he is coming with the clouds, and every eye will see him, even those who pierced him, and all tribes of the earth will wail on account of him. Even so. Amen.” Revelation 1:7

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Graves on the Mount of Olives

However, the important fact is that He WILL come, and on that Day the world will be set right; evil, oppression and violence will be dealt with, and only goodness, justice and love will remain.

During days like today and through this past week, with the violence in Israel, ( and other violent areas around our sad world) i check my news apps too often, daytime and through the night when i wake from fitful sleep. Last night, when i read of the terrible violence going on in Jerusalem, the City of Peace and the West Bank, I wept.

I believe that the ascended Jesus weeps still, seeing this present day violence, that he intercedes for our suffering world, and also, that He will come again and make all things new!

I am still in pain, but comforted by this sure hope.

Here is the prophecy from the apostle John while he was in exile on the island of Patmos, and had a vision from God revealing what would happen…

” And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying, “Behold, the dwelling place of God is with man. He will dwell with them, and they will be his people, and God himself will be with them as their God.
He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away.”
And he who was seated on the throne said, “Behold, I am making all things new.” Also he said, “Write this down, for these words are trustworthy and true.”  Revelation 21:3-5

May the present day people of Jerusalem and the surrounding areas learn this good news, this perspective, and learn to make peace with one another. May this message be heard in all the world.

” May God be gracious to us and bless us and make his face to shine upon us, Selah, that your way may be known on earth, your saving power among all nations. Let the peoples praise you, O God; let all the peoples praise you! Let the nations be glad and sing for joy, for you judge the peoples with equity and guide the nations upon earth. Selah – Psalm 67:1-4

Amen. Come quickly LORD Jesus!

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Old Vienna, B.C.” – my Mum’s family’s early years in Canada – 1938/39/40.

Anuschka, our translator, found this article from The Winnipeg Tribune ( July 29, 1939), recently. I shared it with my family members a few days ago, and now with my treefrogblog readers.

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A couple of corrections: firstly, my grandfather died in the Vienna Detention Centre in the hands of the Nazis, not in a concentration camp. Secondly, my mother’s name was Leonore, Lore “Lori” for short (not Eleanor).

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My Mum told us some stories about this time in her life, age 18….it wasn’t always easy; her small cabin with her minimal possessions and clothing burned down due to someone else’s carelessness; people were ungrateful at times etc. She was fairly philosphical about it all: after all, people are people, lucky refugees or not….

They stayed there for about six months.

[On an interesting note, Gary and I spent 3 days of our honeymoon ( Jan. 1991) at Sooke Harbour House, now a lovely hotel with a famous herb garden and cuisine. There was no sign of commemoration as to the half year or so rental to a Mrs.Aszkanazy and her refugees back in 1938/39, and the management knew nothing about that piece of history. Perhaps I need to follow up one day with a written document and some photos…]

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Later in 1939, my Granny purchased 10 acres of land on Ross Road in the Lynn Valley area of North Vancouver. She was an ” eco- feminist” and wanted to live out her principles of living off the land. They built a house modeled on their country house in Altenmarkt, Austria, which was burned and destroyed by the Nazis.

[In 1969, when i was 11 years old, my brothers and I were taken to see the ruin by our Mum; Granny was also in Vienna at the time, but could not bring herself to accompany us. (This fact I read recently in her memoirs). I believe it was there that we met up with Milly, who had been my Mum and Lisl’s nanny when small. Milly brought her daughter, also Lori 🙂 I also recall getting a jolt from an electric fence in the area while we were playing!]

On the ten acres by Lynn Creek, they had a vegetable farm, fruit trees, berries, chickens, cows, bees, dogs and cats…and did indeed live off the land!

My mother lived with Granny at the Lynn Creek house while going to UBC; she would milk the cows early in the morning and then drive to UBC down the Dollarton Highway. My brothers and I frequently heard her stories of the time her brakes failed while coming down a steep North Van hill; luckily she pulled her hand brake hard and managed to stop before the highway!! We also heard how she once ran into a lamp-post with her Model A during her UBC commute.

[I guess i do take after my Mum some…i have been accused of repeating stories frequently, and I also have had car issues at times….not lamp-posts…my specialty is ditches….just ask my boys, they would be happy to fill you in on the details 🙂 ]

My Granny lived in the Lynn Creek house until 1956 and continued to nuture refugees and entertained many visitors from her women’s international political work as well as initiating and getting involved in local activities; both politics and music. In 1956, she moved to West Vancouver and began to concentrate on writing.

My Aunt Lisl moved back east, working in Montreal and overseas in Italy, and connecting with Uncle Fritz ( my Granny’s brother) and her grandmother, Malvine, who lived in Toronto by that time….they had been able to enter Canada in 1939.

[ Do check back as I hope to be writing a post on our amazing recent visits with Aunt Lisl….]

[During our childhood, we often went to Lynn Valley Canyon park for family outings and also for my annual birthday party with my girlfriends during elementary school days.  I recall my Mum would drive past the Lynn Creek house on Ross Road to see the big house, surrounded by subdivision homes. Then, at some point, i believe it was torn down…i think I better take some time this Fall, drive over there and check for sure….]

Wow! I am definitely finding this story intense, but it is real life, and I’m so thankful to have the opportunity to learn more about these events and these people, and to share with those who may be interested.

 

 

“The Problem of Statelessness (People deprived of Nationality)” Geneva – September 1930

Below is Anna Helene Aszkanazy’s ( my maternal grandmother) speech, delivered in German at an international gathering in Geneva, September 1930, convened by the Women’s International League for Peace and Freedom, and attended by members of the Human Rights League, the League of Nations and the Quakers ( Society of Friends).

First some background…..

In 1928, Anna had attended a conference of The Women’s League for Peace and Freedom in Prague. There she had heard Rosika Schwimmer speak on the rise of fascism in Europe.

Rosika was a Hungarian Jewish feminist peace activist who worked tirelessly for women’s rights and suffrage, and had fled Hungary for political reasons in 1920.  She settled in the USA but was never given citizenship because of her outspoken pacifism!

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rosika_Schwimmer

During a break, Anna summoned up her courage and asked Rosika Schwimmer what she could do to help with world issues; her children were now attending school and she had time and energy and the will to be involved. Rosika commanded her to “look after the stateless”, telling her it was a hidden, but huge issue even in Vienna itself.

The other woman at the 1928 conference who impressed my Granny was Agnes McPhail, a Canadian MP who spoke very eloquently.

“A Canadian, Agnes Macphail, was called to the podium and made a speech in English, which––to my happy surprise––I understood word for word. It was like a revelation for me. Macphail was between thirty and forty years old, pretty, tall, dressed in light brown silk that shone almost like gold. She was a Member of Parliament in Canada, and one of her achievements was that for every hundred dollars spent on armament, one dollar had to be devoted to peace propaganda, something that was wildly applauded by all the delegates. I liked Agnes Macphail very much. I wanted to speak like her––as loudly, clearly, fearlessly, and masterfully. I decided that as soon as I was back in Vienna, I would found a school for public speaking where I would learn the ABCs of oration because I finally had to get over being so ridiculously afraid whenever I had to speak.” ( from Anna’s memoirs).

Anna returned to Vienna and began to look into the matter of statelessness. It took her some time to find the right connections, and meanwhile she concentrated on learning to public speak, and did start a school in her home, beginning with 5 women and growing to 60 women, all meeting in their living room initially. Then they rented a hall, which my grandfather paid for, and the group continued to grow, ( according to my Mum’s stories I heard while growing up, to 200 women!)

Once Anna met Dr. Viktor Englander, a member of the League for Human Rights in. Vienna, she began to learn of the dire situation of the stateless in her own city, as well as neighbouring countries and began with a small team to work tirelessly at this enormous problem. She was encouraged by The Women’s League for Peace and Freedom to present the situation at a conference.

With her international connections, she gathered a team who worked hard and provided statistics, and by September 1930, she was able to present a coherent persuasive speech in Geneva, Switzerland, outlining the problem.

 

Simon and Anna with Lisl and Lore, and Harry the dog 🙂 and a photo of my Granny in 1931 on a pass for a writers’ conference.

Here is the speech she gave ( just discovered in print and accessed from Harvard Archives by our translators this June!)

A big thank you to Anuschka Elkei and Uma Kumar, our translating team, for all your hard work! Only 10 more chapters – 300 pages – to go 🙂

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Here is her own account of the experience and the results ( taken from her memoirs presently being translated into English – this chapter of Book 2.9, was just finished this week, and our family is reading it for the first time, so these excerpts are “hot off the press”!!

“Since I not only had to accuse the succession states, but also the Austrian Government, I had gone to Ballhausplatz and notified a senior official. I think it was the Sektionschef (Department Head) Dr. Karl Sobeck who received me, a refined, slim gentleman with a handsome, well- shaven, pale face. He had listened to me in silence, and finally, he answered: “You will not accomplish anything. You will stand as before a wall. But for heaven’s sake don’t let this discourage you. Try to do everything in your power to help these people; otherwise, we will all just lose faith in humanity. We need people like you––to give us solace.”

Those kind words gave me strength. I got started. In front of me, in the first row, sat an older very tall gentleman with gentle features, well shaven, bald, and wearing a monocle. I instinctively directed my words to him when I looked up from my paper. He had a “positive” face! I didn’t know who he was. I was interrupted by calls for me to “slow down!” Since I was reading in German, all the speakers of other languages were trying to follow. I then moderated my speed, tried to enunciate as clearly as possible, but as soon as I got carried away by the material, I went faster again, and once again shouts admonished me. But I felt I had a hold on the audience, and they followed my words with bated breath. I had spoken for about an hour and three-quarters, and when I had finished, continuous applause followed, surprising me very much. It was my first successful speech, and I wasn’t used to it yet.

Then the fellow from the first row stood up, gave a slight bow in my direction and said:“ I am Lord Cecil and I propose that that the speech [by] Madame Askanasy should be translated into English and French. It should be printed and distributed among all the members of the League of Nations.” He sat down amid renewed clapping, and a gentleman stood up who suggested that I should be subjected to an interrogation because, in his opinion, not all of my numbers were correct. I was not expecting any questioning, much less that the most distinguished international lawyers would lead it, but the material was so engrained in my head that I was quite glad to share more and more of the things that I hadn’t been able to include in the report. I replied pugnaciously: “My language skills do not suffice. Is there someone here who understands all three languages and can interpret for me?” A lawyer from Geneva came forward, sat next to me and quickly translated all the questions I didn’t understand, and also conveyed my answers in English and French. It worked perfectly.

They grilled me for a full two hours. Lawyers from Hungary, Czechoslovakia, Romania, Poland, as well as from England and France threw all sorts of questions at me, which I seemed to be able to answer to their satisfaction because, when there were no more questions, the audience gave me a standing ovation. Lotte whispered to me: “This is the greatest event the Women’s League has ever organized. Congratulations! It’s a complete success.”

I replied that it would only be a success if they met my two main demands. I had not only presented them in the conclusion of my report, but also argued them again and again during the interrogation––namely, that Nansen passports be issued to refugees and the stateless from all countries, and second, that the stateless be allowed to obtain work permits in their host countries. She said that from what she had gathered from the audience members, the League of Nations would accept both my demands and attempt to pass them.

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nansen_passport

In short: my demand for stateless passports went through, although not all countries would recognize them––Canada among others. But most South American countries did agree to accept the stateless passports, with the result that countless stateless people were able to emigrate there. However, my second demand for work permits did not pass as the worldwide unemployment crisis was beginning to reach such proportions in 1928 that most countries in the world could not even shelter their own citizens from it.”

O Canada, my home and native land!

I was born in Vancouver and am proud and thankful to be a first generation Canadian.

I want to share some reasons why I do not take it for granted to be here in Canada….

This week, I read for the first time, a speech written and delivered by my maternal grandmother, Anna Aszkanazy, at a meeting convened by the International Women’s League for Peace and Freedom, in Geneva in 1930 on “The Problem of Statelessness”. ( I hope to post this speech at some point).  She herself did have an Austrian passport, but spent about 10 years of her life during the interwar period, as a political activist working for the rights of the stateless thousands caused by the breakup of the Austro- Hungarian Empire after WWI ended as well as for other political causes with a feminist approach towards world peace and freedom.

In March 1938, she herself became a refugee.

I am here in Canada ( and exist at all!) because my wise maternal grandmother did not wait around but, along with her teenage daughters- my mother Lore (16) and my Aunt Lisl(18) –  fled Vienna by train to Switzerland the morning after the Nazis marched in and annexed Austria (Anschluss, March 12, 1938).

Below is an excerpt from my Granny’s memoirs; on the train, March 13th, 1938.

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Wolf, her husband (my grandfather), did not make it out. They received a telegram from him on March 16th; he was already in police custody and asked for a large sum of money to be sent; the next telegram from the Nazis told of his death on March 18th, and asked them to return to Vienna, which, of course, they did not do. They journeyed on to England, but were not welcome to stay there. They fortunately had funds to buy a return ticket by ship to North America (though planning one  way only), and they landed in Quebec City on October 8, 1938, eventually moving to British Columbia.

Below is a photo of them, along with my great- grandmother Malvine, while they were still waiting in Switzerland. (Anna, Malvine, Lisl, Lore).

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In July 1938, the Evian Conference had been held in France; during that conference, Canada, along with most countries, shamefully declined to take more than a small number of Jews. I don’t know the details, but I think her finances and political connections helped their case.

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Évian_Conference

Below is the first page from the final book of my Granny’s memoirs ( written when she was 75 years old, a year before her death), where she begins by reminiscing about their sweet welcome in Quebec City, Canada in October 1938.

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( Btw, even as a child, I was aware that my Granny had an intense case of Trudeaumania back in the late 60’s when Pierre Elliot was voted in! She liked his liberal policies. I think she would approve of Justin as well 🙂

So, here am I, the daughter of a Jewish refugee, one of the very few who were accepted into Canada during the WWII period, now living in a country blessed presently by peace and inclusiveness and a very open policy towards refugees.

I do not take my life for granted; I do not take this glorious and free country for granted.

Our world today is more full than ever of refugees and stateless peoples, people without basic human rights and food, while tyrants and injustice abound…..how am I called to be helpfully involved at this age and stage of my life?

And how about you….?