Sunday, August 26, 2012

First Job in Winnipeg - 1967

First job in Winnipeg


During the spring of 1967,  an informal Indian group organized an evening of entertainment, with a fashion parade of costumes from India and a short dance drama produced by Rubena Sinha.  I recall Ganga performed a Bharata Natyam dance.  Since she was in the early stages of pregnancy, we kept our fingers crossed about her bouts of morning sickness.

That summer I too got pregnant but Providence had other plans for me and I miscarried.  A few weeks later, I got a part-time job offer from the University of Manitoba, to teach a freshman course.  I had given my resume to the English departments of both U of M and United College (which a year later became the University of Winnipeg) and was marking for a Professor at the U. of Manitoba, and so both departments knew about me.  Just before classes started, I got a call from Prof Walter Swayze, head of the department at United College, asking if I was interested in a job interview for a full time opening.  Of course I was.

My resume was impressive enough.  Except for a couple of  B+ and a B, I had As and A+s all the way from both Indiana University and Michigan State University. The B was in 19th century American literature, a course in which there were innumerable names and titles that I had never heard of before.  The other tough course was the Milton course – with William Riley Parker, who was at the time engaged in writing Milton’s biography.  So all our minor assignments were on such biographical details as finding out Milton’s date of birth,  year when he went totally blind and such.  I don’t know who was more appalled at my first assignment, he that there could be a graduate student who didn’t know the ABC of documentation or I at the number of red pencilling across all the pages!  Prof. Parker was not only an eminent Milton scholar but also the author of the indispensable Manual of the Modern Languages Association, that dictated every aspect of documentation – that footnotes  should have the author’s first name first and the bibliography should have the last name first; where one uses single quotes and where double; whether the comma is placed at the end of a quote or after the quotation marks and such innumerable picky details that I had never heard of in India. That experience with the basics of essay-documentation  developed a mental block in me and though I have published a great many critical papers, I still carry that mental block and have to check my documentation a dozen times before I send out any essay for publication!  Now that I am retired, I can sit back and just write!

My resume being impressive enough, the Head and the Dean (Ed Eagle) were cordial and the interview was a breeze.    At the interview, the Head and the Dean had an exchange in a low voice that I was not supposed to hear, but the Head said that since they had just appointed someone with a Master’s degree at a salary of $8000, I should be offered $8500 because I was so near getting my Ph.D.

I mentioned at the interview that I had accepted a part-time job at the U of Manitoba but Dr. Swayze said he would take care of it.  He did, and in those days all it needed was a phone call to the Head at the U of M. to release me from the contract.  Just the other day, when I was shredding unwanted papers of the last forty years, I came across that letter.

Recently a colleague asked me to write about racism-related experiences in my life and all I could say was that  Canada was a different country in the 1960s, and my sari and British-India accent elicited appreciation and curiosity and never animosity.  Nor did I ever suffer gender discrimination at my workplace.  Yes, in the 1960s, we thought we had made a good decision in choosing to emigrate to Canada rather than to the U.S.

Saturday, August 25, 2012

Aloo Anklesaria - early immigrant

August 25, 2012
Summer is almost over.  Daughter and grandchildren (and son-in-law on a brief visit) have made their annual sojourn here and returned to their home.  The house is silent without their voices and shouts and laughter.  It is time then to get back to my blogging, which I have put on the backburner for far too long.  Back to the 1960s.
One of the persons I met that first year was Aloo Anklesaria, a school teacher who lived at the University Women's Club building across from Misericordia Hospital.  I was familiar with the organization, having been secretary of the Nagpur branch at a time when Mrs. Kamala Mani (wife of A.D.Mani, the editor of The Hitavada) was the President.  The Club was a stately building on West Gate. Like British Clubs, it had a lounge and dining room with elegant chandeliers and big sofas and tables of solid wood.  It also had rooms for members who lived in residence, and Aloo had been a resident for years.
Aloo was one of the very first to come to Winnipeg from India.  She was a very short, small elderly woman (though I must confess this perception of her elderliness was perhaps only due to my own young age at the time.)  She was a Parsi from Bombay, who wore a sari in the Parsi style.
In the early 1980s, when I made a poster of early immigrants from India for some exhibition that was on at the Railway Station, I had included her name and the year of her arrival, (the poster is now lost), and several people mentioned that they had not heard of her at all!  She lived a quiet life, and moved more with the community around her than with other immigrants. I lost touch with her all too soon once I started working.

 I remember having tea with her at the University Women's Club and thinking how very British the surroundings were, and when I met Kamala Markandaya at her Club in London some years later, I remember thinking how British institutions all across the Raj, in India as here in Canada, shared the same elegance and air of antiquity.

This blog is about my life in Winnipeg but life is a continuum and so I must say a word about The Hitavada (for I was once a cub reporter at The Hitavada, Nagpur's English daily newspaper. I have written briefly about it in Vignettes from Vineyards of Memory -1).
This newspaper was owned by the Servants of India Society, an organization that was formed in Pune,  on June 12, 1905 by Gopal Krishna Gokhale,  along with Gopal Krishna Deodhar and Anant Patwardhan.  Their aim was to overthrow the British rule in India through education and social consciousness. The Society organized many campaigns to promote education, sanitation, health care and to fight the social evils of untouchability and discrimination, alcoholism, poverty, oppression of women and domestic abuse. It stayed away from political affiliations such as the Indian National Congress.The publication of The Hitavada,(which means The Good Word)  commenced in 1911.