The Foreign Service Journal, June 1931
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'THE AMERICAN FOREIGN SERVICE JOURNAL BANKING AND INVESTMENT SERVICE THROUGHOUT THE WORLD The National City Bank of New York and Affiliated Institutions THE NATIONAL CITY BANK OF NEW YORK HEAD OFFICE: 55 WALL STREET, NEW YORK Foreign Branches in ARGENTINA . BELGIUM . BRAZIL . CHILE . CHINA . COLOMBIA . CUBA DOMINICAN REPUBLIC . ENGLAND . INDIA . ITALY . JAPAN . MANCHURIA . MEXICO . PERU . PHILIPPINE ISLANDS . PORTO RICO . REPUBLIC OF PANAMA . STRAITS SETTLEMENTS . URUGUAY . VENEZUELA. THE NATIONAL CITY BANK OF NEW YORK (FRANCE) S. A. Paris 41 BOULEVARD HAUSSMANN 44 AVENUE DES CHAMPS ELYSEES Nice 6 JARDIN du Roi ALBERT 1 er INTERNATIONAL BANKING CORPORATION Head Office: 55 WALL STREET, NEW YORK Foreign and Domestic Branches in UNITED STATES . SPAIN . ENGLAND anti Representatives in The National City Bank Chinese Branches BANQUE NATIONALE DE LA REPUBLIQUE D’HAITI Head Office: PORT AU-PRINCE, HAITI CITY BANK FARMERS TRUST COMPANY Head Office: 22 WILLIAM STREET, NEW YORK ”?*■ THE NATIONAL CITY COMPANY HEAD OFFICE OFFICES IN 50 LEADING 55 WALL STREET, NEW YORK AMERICAN CITIES Foreign Offices: LONDON . AMSTERDAM . GENEVA . TOKIO . SHANGHAI Canadian Offices: MONTREAL . TORONTO The National City Company, through its offices and affiliations in the United States and abroad, offers a ivorld-ivide investment service to those interested in Dollar Securities. London Offices 34, BISHOPSGATE, E. C. 2 11. WATERLOO PLACE, S. W. 1 THE FOREIGN S JOURNAL PUBLISHED MONTHLY BY THE AMERICAN FOREIGN SERVICE ASSOCIATION VOL. VIII, No. 6 WASHINGTON, D. C. JUNE, 1931 A Consular Mosaic By ELEANOR S. MITCHELL, Ghent, Belgium HOW like a mosaic it all is, this living first Justinas, Reyes, Eulalios, Nicia, Luz, Marie, and in one place, then in another. A Consul others, are carried around most affectionately in begins his official life with only the frame that part of us that remembers. How they put and, as in the process of making a rare mosaic, up with us, loved us, were even proud of us! starts filling in with his first assignment. Good old souls; helpful bits of brightness. With us, Mexico City came first; a beautiful, San Luis Potosi, where we stayed only a few rainbow colored piece, of good-sized dimensions. months, relieving another Consul who went on Life there bordered on the “arco iris” in most leave, was as perfect a climate as one could wish lovely reality. Speaking the language of the for anywhere and always one met most likable country, the writer found it all easy to fall in Americans, Mexicans, English, etc. love with; how could one, wandering in the Leaving Mexico City for Chihuahua, we were "Bosque de Chapultepec,” under the shade of the welcomed most hospitably by that new post, ar¬ age-old, moss-grown “ahuehuetes,” not feel the riving as we did at the ungodly hour of 5 a. m., charm and graciousness of Mexico and be glad with a six-weeks-old infant daughter. We had that one was there where rainbows must be qualms, as who wouldn’t, of a very serious nature. brightest. To stroll down its magnificent “Paseo It was so bleak—only watchmen and ourselves de la Reforma” lined on both sides by double awake! But a Consular family, having nine lives rows of trees, planted by Maximilian; meeting as like a cat, survives much that ordinary folk find we were wont to do, President Obregon, always too severe for them. Of such stuff are we made! ready with a pleasant bow; listening to a delight¬ With a Vice consul of the first order, a fine old ful, out-of-doors concert; wandering around in¬ “mozo,” a new Consulate, the installation of our teresting old ruins and recent excavation work; things (known as furniture) in a most attractive talking with representatives of the many nation¬ little pink house, more delightful friends, our alities that Mexico City attracts; is it possible to one year passed all too quickly and quite unex¬ escape the lasting charm of this glorious sunshiny pectedly came the order to repair to Montreal. country? It offers much; one can speak of it But the three years in Mexico, in spite of many only in patches—little bits of mosaic all of them : drawbacks, will always bring back that warm¬ Mexico City a leader, but the floating gardens of hearted country which is loved by all who have Xochimilco such an exquisite Venetian bit, San once lived in it, where the sunshine covers, lit¬ Luis Potosi, Chihuahua, Saltillo, Vera Cruz; all erally, a multitude of sins ! adding to the lustrous inside of our frame. From Mexico, with its glorious snow-capped A Consul’s life is ever a variegated affair and volcanoes, following one for miles and miles, its as variety does add spice to one’s existence, so warmth of humanity endearing one irrevocably do the changes from post to post help to counter¬ to it, its grace of manners and age-old courtesy, act the difficult side of it all—the leaving familiar its vivid color, and going to Canada, was like an scenes and faces. When one thinks back, how icy shower after a lazy afternoon on the beach, strongly stand out the helpers, of both sexes, who when one’s teeth might chatter for a moment worked for our Consular households, and the but which would be most bracing. 217 Placed as is Montreal, so near the United set in, coldly shutting out most of the outside States, it offers few thrills to the seeker of things world. We felt it was a treat to have lived really different—one felt that its mosaic piece amongst the picturesque French-Canadians, to must of necessity be more sombre than others. have learned their language, to have seen “the Our official stay there, however, was only one murmuring pines and the hemlocks,” to have en¬ month, so how could one possibly produce lighter joyed the real thrill of a pair of skiis, plus a colors ? Satisfied that the small, darker piece was hill, plus many falls. One’s blood did race, and necessary to add contrast to our growing picture, how one could eat and be absolutely convinced we heard with pleasure that we were to go on to that all was very well in the world! One pitied a small French-Canadian town, Riviere-du-Loup, the poor human who didn’t belong to the great an entire day’s ride north of Montreal. family of Foreign Service Officers and so missed Acquaintances told us we would be disgusted so much of life’s color. And what did we care with our new home, spoke of its forlorn situa¬ if we couldn’t get fresh tomatoes for our salad tion, and discouraged us in every possible way. in January; we decided juicy red apples made a We began our trip there, however, in good spirits, tastier one! And how our children’s cheeks did with a raging snow-storm keeping us company glow with rosy health, as they pulled each other the entire way. Arriving several hours late, we all around on their sleds. could see nothing except snow (it was January). Two years of life like this, meeting delightful Our boy of six found it all most interesting; the French-Canadians and English-Canadians, and baby of one year would have slept through an finding even the problem of educating our boy an avalanche of snow, I really think. Coming from easy one, with the Calvert School in Baltimore Virginia, I had never seen so much snow—I felt helping us. Two years of life like this, aided by exactly as though I had been thrown on a snow¬ an excellent cook, and feeling that life was a joy¬ bank. It was not until May that I saw the ous thing for us who were privileged to move ground. The decided change was indeed decided around in all its full-of-wonder nooks. Yes, this and most icy. The only claim to greatness, pos¬ little Riviere-du-Loup was only wolf in name, a sessed bv our hotel, was in its name of “Chateau glistening diamond in winter and in its brief sum¬ Grandville.” Inside, we found its French-Cana¬ mer a flaming ruby. And our mosaic was now dian proprietor most anxious to please and in putting in its dazzling bits! our bedrooms we found the bath-tubs installed in Once more in the United States for awhile and full view—no partition or screen anywhere then back to Canada, this time to the old City of around. A month of this was all one could bear Quebec. Fascinating, ancient, dignified Quebec! and we were most fortunate in finding a two- With its hills, its superb location, high up she sits, story house with—not some ground around it— a queen, facing the St. Lawrence, a strongly- but packed down, deep snow. We could have fortified old city and always commanding atten¬ felt, then, that those who prophesied in Montreal tion. Its hotel is far-famed, the Chateau-Fronte- were only too right, but the desirable and pleas¬ nac, and we were housed there for several months ant side, being there, came to light very soon. A much to our delight, as it is a hotel almost unique, couple of Americans, the man a Yale graduate, hence delightful. Here in Quebec we did more to off-set the Harvard cocksureness of our own skiing, played badminton, met more charming Consul, made the town “home” for us almost people, enjoyed the French and English of it; right away and became friends of a life-time, loved the old Protestant Cathedral where once one of the blessings a Consular life brings with we had the Prince of Wales as a visitor; felt we it.