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The Association for Diplomatic Studies and Training Foreign Affairs Oral History Project AMBASSADOR ROBERT PRINGLE Interviewed by: Kenneth L. Brown Initial interview date: March 10th, 2015 Copyright 2015 ADST TABLE OF CONTENTS Upbringing, Education and the Army INR and Indonesia The Philippines Leave Without Pay and AF/EPS Burkina Faso Papua New Guinea Mali AFC, OES and The Senior Seminar South Africa and the National War College Retirement and Looking Back INTERVIEW Q: Today is March 10th, 2015. This is the oral interview with Ambassador Robert Pringle on behalf of the Association of Diplomatic Studies and Training. My name is Kenneth Brown. PRINGLE: This account is based on my interviews with Ken Brown at ADST in March, 2015. It has also been informed by a recently completed written narrative of family life in the Foreign Service, not yet published at this writing and based partly on family letters. Some of the material covered in my oral history interview is treated in greater detail there. 1 The tentative title of the longer memoir is Fires: A Memoir of Domestic Diplomacy. The title is from the following verse, slightly altered, from "Fires," a poem by Rudyard Kipling: How can I answer which is best Of all the fires that burn? I have been too often host or guest, At every fire in turn. Q: Bob, when and where were you born? PRINGLE: Born in New York City on November 12th, 1936. Q: Tell me a bit about your family history, starting with your father’s side. PRINGLE: My paternal grandfather, James Maxwell Pringle, was from Charleston, South Carolina. The first Pringle of his line arrived from Scotland in the Eighteenth Century. Q: What brought them to South Carolina? PRINGLE: Perceived opportunity, as usual. They prospered as merchants and slave- owning rice planters. They became part of a sometimes rather charming local aristocracy. In recent years, some have been quite liberal politically, pioneers of Charleston-area historic preservation and other social causes, and my parents, including my mother who of course was not a Pringle by birth, renewed ties with them. I’ll never forget being in basic training in the army at Fort Jackson (in Columbia, South Carolina) in 1958 when one of my Charleston cousins arrived to work on integrating a local playground with local civil rights activists, black and white. This was years before Selma or anything like that. But there were southerners who did this kind of thing. One minute I was in basic training and the next minute with cousin Margareta sitting in a room where people were disputing how they could get this playground integrated. All that was far in the future when James Maxwell moved to New York, probably in the 1880s, because he didn't like life in the South. And there he met a young German girl from Lubeck, one of the old Hanseatic port cities, just off the boat. She had left her family after a quarrel with them, we don’t know what it was about. James spent most of his life as a retail druggist. My father, Henry F. Pringle, benefited from New York's City's public education system, attending DeWitt Clinton High School (of which he was immensely proud), then attended Cornell University. He became a journalist, was a very successful one, worked for a 2 number of well-known New York newspapers (including the Globe, Sun and World), and gradually switched to magazine work, always free-lance. He never held a salaried job except later, during The War, as we called it. By the time I was born he had written a campaign biography of Alfred E. Smith, and, in 1932, the first serious biography of Theodore Roosevelt, which won a Pulitzer Prize. On the side, he taught journalism at Columbia University for many years before coming to Washington and working for the government during World War II as so many other people did. He was head of the Writer's Division of the Office of War Information (OWI). This period of his life is well covered in A Life in the Twentieth Century by Arthur Schlesinger, whom he hired to work for OWI and who remained a close family friend. My mother was from New England. Her father was a Latin and Greek teacher, a graduate of Amherst College (class of 1885). He loved gardening, railroads and the classics, and moved a lot, as was common for teachers in those days. He ended up at Deerfield Academy where he taught for many years. My mother, born in 1899, was an only child, adored by her doting parents. They sent her to Smith College, and after that, being highly independent, she left for New York, where she met my father. They had three children, a oldest boy, Geoffrey, who was born severely brain damaged, my sister Margot, an anthropologist who now lives in Sheridan Wyoming, and another boy, yours truly. My parents were divorced in 1944, but they both continued to live in the Washington, where I grew up. My father continued, as did my mother, to write for a living. Q: You were quite young then when the family moved to Washington D.C. PRINGLE: Yes. Q: And then after your parents divorced you lived with your mother. PRINGLE: Correct. Q: Yes. Did she speak German with you? Did she speak German at home? PRINGLE: No, that was my father's mother, Anna Dorothea Juergens. Q: OK, well tell me more about your mother's background. PRINGLE: Well, as I said, her parents had sent her to Smith College, which she professed to hate. She went to New York, started working in the newspaper world, met my father and married him. He nurtured her into the writing business. She then wrote articles for The New Yorker and several other magazines. Along the way she formed a passionate attachment to the history of the American West. She wrote three books that are still in print, under her maiden name, Helena Huntington Smith. One of them, We Pointed Them North: Recollections of a Cowboy, is one of only 3 two authentic memoirs of American cowboys which comprise the truth behind the vast mythology. It was part of the basis for the Larry McMurtry Lonesome Dove series. McMurtry was a big fan of hers and gave her full credit. She always struggled with her writing, but when she was good she was brilliant. She was a war correspondent briefly, in 1944. She went back to Europe in 1947 to cover the onset of the Cold War for the North American Newspaper Alliance and another syndicate. This time she deposited me in a Swiss boarding school, Le Rosey, because the lights were still out in most of war-torn Europe. I was there for less than a year and adored it once I got used to it, and learned limited French with a decent accent, which came in handy later. Although my father divorced Helena, I think in a funny way he remained in love with her and he certainly tried to help her career, although he did remarry himself. But from the moment of her infatuation with the West and its cowboys and the rest of it, the marriage was in trouble, although it lasted just short of twenty years. Q; Your father's career after that? PRINGLE: His experience as head of the Writers’ Division of OWI, mentioned earlier, was formative. OWI's staff, including people like Schlesinger and Archibald MacLeish, believed deeply in the war and its objectives, and they thought the truth could and must be told about it, not least to rally support. Telling lies about it was what the Nazis did. Some time in 1943 or 44, my father led a rebellion against what he and others thought was a take-over by advertising professionals, not writers. He was gently but clearly fired and went back to being a free-lance writer. FDR nominated him to do a history of World War II which never got off the ground. But he was never healthy, didn't get any exercise, drank and smoked to excess, fretted unduly over his ex-wife and his children (us), and died of lung cancer in 1958 when he was only sixty. I was still a senior at Harvard. Q: But he had a second marriage. PRINGLE: He did, to Katharine Douglas, a highly educated Californian whom he met at OWI and married after what Arthur Schlesinger described as “a well concealed office romance.” They did not have any children, I think because my father was too busy worrying about us -- me, my sister, and my brain-damaged older brother Geoffrey, by this time at St. Elizabeth's in Washington. I never met him, which is the way things were done at the time. Kate, as we always called her, was a powerful influence in our lives, indeed a second mother. It is a tragedy that she never had children with Henry. Her mother, Helen Elizabeth Cooper, was raised on the American frontier, the daughter of a mining engineer, and then married William Douglas, a man who worked for what in those days was the Bank of Italy, later the Bank of America. Fairly prosperous, he headed their personnel office in Berkeley. Kate went to the nearby University of California. Her mother, a formidable character in her own right, was determined that she should get a 4 proper education, and that meant sending her off for two years of studying in Europe and learning French, Spanish, and German, all of which she did.