An 88-year-old Shropshire man is today marking the 75th anniversary of Victory in Europe, VJ Day, after his family were caught up in the war.
Ian Gedye from Newport was just 10 years old when the Japanese invaded China and Wuhan, where his family lived.
Ian was living on a large mission station in the Chinese city of Hankow where his father worked as a Missionary. Ian recalls: “It was a fairly isolated existence. I went to school in the British concession each day by rickshaw and mixed with other children, but meeting friends outside school was difficult.”
After Japan launched its surprise attack on the US naval base at Pearl Harbour, Ian’s family was held under house arrest for a year before being transported down the Yangtze to be repatriated.
However, their boat was delayed, and the family were stuck in Shanghai for several months before being interned.
Ian explained: “We had been confined in the British Country Club in Shanghai where my father and I slept on the floor of the gymnasium. After several months, we had an orderly transfer to Lunghwa Civilian Assembly Centre.
“The camp was set up in a girl’s high school that had been bombed. My father, mother, and I were allocated a single bedroom but, after a typhoon destroyed several wooden buildings, others moved in, so our accommodation became very cramped. There were 2000 of us in the camp and everything – cameras, tools and atlases – was confiscated by the Japanese guards.”
Ian recalls how the interns quickly settled in. He added: “A committee was formed, and it wasn’t long before arrangements were made to start a school. Our own commandant was elected to organise doctors and nurses for the sanatorium, cooks for the kitchens, all the clergy including the Dean of Shanghai Cathedral volunteered to form the drain squad. Camp was a great leveller!”
Whilst Ian’s life was quickly filled with school, playing with friends and making dens from bombed out buildings, his mother’s health began to suffer as she put her son’s need for food ahead of her own. Ian added: “We lived on Congee; a thick porridge of rice largely disintegrated after prolonged cooking in water. Mother would often supplement my meagre rations with her own and, as a result, contracted sprue caused by malnutrition. It took two years to recover after the war while she attended the hospital for tropical diseases in London.”
After three years held captive by the Japanese, Ian saw the first signs that freedom was on the horizon. He added: “The most exciting thing was when three American fighter bombers flew low over the camp and started to bomb the airfield near the camp. They then flew back over the camp doing a victory roll as they passed overhead. We cheered fit to bust, much to the annoyance of the guards! This happened twice and we realised that things were coming to a head.”
Ian’s mother’s feelings on realising that they were soon to be liberated were captured in her diary. In an entry on 15 August 1945, she wrote:
Heard on the grapevine in the morning that the commandant had an important announcement to make in an hour’s time. As I hung up my last piece of washing there was a nearby rush of people to ‘F’ block and as I reached the front door, they all came rushing out and shouting that the war was over. Union Jacks appeared in all directions.
She wrote again on 2 September, VJ Day, and said:
Jack, Ian and I went to Community Church.
Thanksgiving Service. Travelled on open truck, arrived half an hour late at
church. All camp folk taken out for tiffin. Mr. Hwang to gave us a lovely
Chinese meal and a pineapple desert. Got on a bus again at 3o/c and went to
Lincoln Ave stayed 3 quarters of an hour – tea with Nancy and saw Gooch and
Booth. Went on to chapel and had 3 quarters hr there.
On our return journey waved and cheered to everyone. Arrived at 7 pm wet tired
after a very good day.
Ian’s memories of VJ Day with equal as jubilance, he said: “We were tremendously excited. The most exciting moment was when the Americans rolled into camp with their jeeps and lorries and fed us a sumptuous evening meal, followed by a colour film. The first film I had seen since leaving England in 1939!”
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