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Mit leichtem Gepäck
Noch immer herrscht Goldgräberstimmung in Kalifornien, als die 17-jährige Maud Parrish 1895 in San Francisco heiratet – und es augenblicklich bereut. Denn „Freiheiten für normale Frauen, die gab es in San Francisco nicht“. Die junge Frau mit dem großen Freiheitsdrang verlässt ihren Mann, schnappt sich ein Banjo und reist mit leichtem Gepäck und ein bisschen Geld in der Tasche über Seattle nach Alaska. Schnell schließt sie sich dort den Spielern und Spekulanten an, die ihren Traum vom Abenteuer verkörpern. – Get your gun, Maud! – Sie wird eine von ihnen, verdient ihr Geld spielend und tanzend. Wenn sie genug zusammen hat, reist sie weiter. Später, während eines längeren Aufenthalts in Peking, etabliert sie sich selbst als Geschäftsfrau und eröffnet einen Spielsalon, dessen Einnahmen es ihr ermöglichen, zu tun, was sie am liebsten macht: reisen, fremde, geheimnisvolle Orte aufsuchen, die Welt erobern: Afrika, Asien, Südamerika, Europa, die Südseeinseln, den Orient. Siebzehn Mal hat sie den Erdball umkreist, hat Kriege und politische Unruhen erlebt. Vom russisch-japanischen Krieg über die Turbulenzen des 1. Weltkriegs bis zu den Ereignissen am Vorabend des 2. Weltkriegs, den sie bei den Olympischen Spielen 1936 in Berlin erlebt – reisend hat Maud Parrish die Zeitläufe und politischen Veränderungen auf der Welt erfahren. Und schließlich hat sie über die Erfahrungen ihres Lebens ein Buch geschrieben. Es ist spannender als jeder Abenteuerroman: der Bericht einer mutigen, wachen, unerschrockenen Frau die mitten im Weltgeschehen unterwegs ist.
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360 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 1939
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August 13, 2016
I spotted Maud Parrish’s name when I was looking in ‘The Virago Book of Woman Travellers’ for someone else entirely and I paused to see who she was, this woman with an unfamiliar name among many notable women travellers and writers.
I was intrigued by what I read:
“In her memoir, Maud Parrish relates her life of madcap adventure with the breathless, excitable energy of one who cannot stand still. Parrish worked as a dance-hall girl in Dawson City, Yukon, and Nome, Alaska, and operated a gambling house in Peking at the turn of the century. With her ‘Nine Pounds of Luggage’ and a banjo, she claimed to have gone around the world sixteen times, up and down continents, and around and about exotic islands. Parrish died at the age of 98. ‘Nine Pounds of Luggage’ was her only book.”
When I read the extract from her book I fell in love with her voice; it was the voice of a woman talking openly and honestly to a friend, a woman with lots and lots of great stories to tell. I so wanted to read everything that she had written, but there was not a copy of her book to be had. Until I found that I could borrow a copy from Open Library ….
Maud Parrish was born in San Francisco in 1878, the only child of good people who brought her up well, to be a lady. Their bold and spirited daughter wanted more than that. There was something inside her that made her want to go out and see the world.
She didn’t know why – though she thought it might be something to do with all of the travellers and pioneers in her family tree – she just knew that it was there.
That was why she grabbed the chance of marriage to a young man whose family had business interests in South America, thinking that he would take her there. He wouldn’t; the marriage was a catastrophic failure; and when, amid chaotic scenes, a judge refused a dissolution, Maud decided that she’d had enough.
“So I ran away. I hurried more than if lions had chased me. Without telling him. Without telling my mother or father. There wasn’t any liberty in San Francisco for ordinary women. But I found some. No jobs for girls in offices like there are now. You got married, were an old maid, or went to hell. Take your pick.”
Maud took her suitcase and her banjo and she bought a ticket to the Yukon, to gold rush country. She loved it there: she saw sights, she made friends, she supported herself by playing the banjo, and when she had earned enough money she bought another ticket to somewhere else. And that would be the pattern of her life until 1939, when she was persuaded to pause to write her story.
That meant that there was an awful lot of travelling to fit into one book, and so Maud Parrish isn’t the woman to travel with of you want lovely descriptions and insight into different cultures, but, if you want a good chat and a non-stop journey with a lively companion, then she’s definitely your girl.
There were times when she had to rough it, but she didn’t complain she just got on with it, pushing back the boundaries of where a woman might go. She didn’t always win, but she usually did. There must have been times when she had to do things no lady would, but she is always discreet. She said nothing that would embarass her family; and though Maude never wanted to stop travelling she travelled home to see her parents often. They never quite understood their wayward daughter but they always supported her, and the bond between them remained strong.
Maud had hardly a bad word to say about anyone; she accepted the world and the people in it exactly as they were.
I can well believe that she went around the world sixteen times; it was hard to keep track but the only places I can say with any certainty that she didn’t visit were in central and southern Africa. And Afghanistan – though she had a good try at getting into the country it was one of her few failures.
It wasn’t that the pace was dizzying, it was that Maude’s spirit, the way she lived for the present and always had a head full of lovely possibilities for the future infected me.
A great deal of history passed Maud by: she simply side-stepped into neutral countries during World War I, a lack of funds during the depression held her up for some time, and then …. well it was a little more difficult to keep going and, though she was loath to admit it, she was finding some things more difficult as she got older.
That might be what made her finally stop and tell her story. Or it might have been the things she saw that troubled her in 1930s Germany, at the Berlin Olympics ….
It was a pause though, not an end. She loved the journey home, paid for by the publisher who had – in his own words – chased her around the globe with letters for two years, and by the last page of the book she was planning new trips – to Labrador and then – maybe – to Afghanistan and Turkmenistan.
Whatever it was – and I suspect that her reasons were, at least in part, financial – I am very glad that she did, because I loved reading it.
I was intrigued by what I read:
“In her memoir, Maud Parrish relates her life of madcap adventure with the breathless, excitable energy of one who cannot stand still. Parrish worked as a dance-hall girl in Dawson City, Yukon, and Nome, Alaska, and operated a gambling house in Peking at the turn of the century. With her ‘Nine Pounds of Luggage’ and a banjo, she claimed to have gone around the world sixteen times, up and down continents, and around and about exotic islands. Parrish died at the age of 98. ‘Nine Pounds of Luggage’ was her only book.”
When I read the extract from her book I fell in love with her voice; it was the voice of a woman talking openly and honestly to a friend, a woman with lots and lots of great stories to tell. I so wanted to read everything that she had written, but there was not a copy of her book to be had. Until I found that I could borrow a copy from Open Library ….
Maud Parrish was born in San Francisco in 1878, the only child of good people who brought her up well, to be a lady. Their bold and spirited daughter wanted more than that. There was something inside her that made her want to go out and see the world.
She didn’t know why – though she thought it might be something to do with all of the travellers and pioneers in her family tree – she just knew that it was there.
That was why she grabbed the chance of marriage to a young man whose family had business interests in South America, thinking that he would take her there. He wouldn’t; the marriage was a catastrophic failure; and when, amid chaotic scenes, a judge refused a dissolution, Maud decided that she’d had enough.
“So I ran away. I hurried more than if lions had chased me. Without telling him. Without telling my mother or father. There wasn’t any liberty in San Francisco for ordinary women. But I found some. No jobs for girls in offices like there are now. You got married, were an old maid, or went to hell. Take your pick.”
Maud took her suitcase and her banjo and she bought a ticket to the Yukon, to gold rush country. She loved it there: she saw sights, she made friends, she supported herself by playing the banjo, and when she had earned enough money she bought another ticket to somewhere else. And that would be the pattern of her life until 1939, when she was persuaded to pause to write her story.
That meant that there was an awful lot of travelling to fit into one book, and so Maud Parrish isn’t the woman to travel with of you want lovely descriptions and insight into different cultures, but, if you want a good chat and a non-stop journey with a lively companion, then she’s definitely your girl.
There were times when she had to rough it, but she didn’t complain she just got on with it, pushing back the boundaries of where a woman might go. She didn’t always win, but she usually did. There must have been times when she had to do things no lady would, but she is always discreet. She said nothing that would embarass her family; and though Maude never wanted to stop travelling she travelled home to see her parents often. They never quite understood their wayward daughter but they always supported her, and the bond between them remained strong.
Maud had hardly a bad word to say about anyone; she accepted the world and the people in it exactly as they were.
I can well believe that she went around the world sixteen times; it was hard to keep track but the only places I can say with any certainty that she didn’t visit were in central and southern Africa. And Afghanistan – though she had a good try at getting into the country it was one of her few failures.
It wasn’t that the pace was dizzying, it was that Maude’s spirit, the way she lived for the present and always had a head full of lovely possibilities for the future infected me.
A great deal of history passed Maud by: she simply side-stepped into neutral countries during World War I, a lack of funds during the depression held her up for some time, and then …. well it was a little more difficult to keep going and, though she was loath to admit it, she was finding some things more difficult as she got older.
That might be what made her finally stop and tell her story. Or it might have been the things she saw that troubled her in 1930s Germany, at the Berlin Olympics ….
It was a pause though, not an end. She loved the journey home, paid for by the publisher who had – in his own words – chased her around the globe with letters for two years, and by the last page of the book she was planning new trips – to Labrador and then – maybe – to Afghanistan and Turkmenistan.
Whatever it was – and I suspect that her reasons were, at least in part, financial – I am very glad that she did, because I loved reading it.
April 8, 2009
Fascinating feminist recalls travels all over the world from the Klondyke Gold Rush to the outbreak of WWII. Witty. Quirky. Hard to find volume, but worth it. If you are a lover of international travel and/or travel writing, go find this out-of-print book and read it. My Idaho public library was able to get me a copy thru inter-library loan from Bangor, Maine.
June 15, 2021
Extrem interessant, was die Autorin damals schon alles gemacht und erlebt hat.
July 26, 2015
I discovered Nine Pounds of Luggage while doing genealogy research on my mother's side of the family. Maud Parrish is a distant cousin of mine (the niece of my 3x great grandmother), and while trying to fill out that particular branch of the family tree, I discovered a newspaper article about this book. I was thrilled to find it was available through Open Library and immediately checked it out.
On the genealogy side of things, Maud did not discuss her family or history very much, so as that was my initial interest in reading it, I found it somewhat disappointing. She often talks about her parents, who she clearly adored (but no mention of her sister), and the book began with a short description of her divorce trial (which was big news at the time). But aside from a paragraph about visiting her father's family in Illinois (I would have loved more on that, as that is the family I'm descended from!), the bulk of the book was about her travels. As it should be, because those travels are pretty exceptional.
Maud's life was fascinating for a woman in the early 1900s. When a judge wouldn't grant her a divorce from the husband she didn't love, she did the only thing she could think to do: ran away to the Alaskan Yukon. From there she would spend the rest of her life traveling from one exotic locale to another. She spent many years living in Peking, China, but most of the time never spent more than a few months in one place. She just kept moving, from country to country, continent to continent, visiting places most people wouldn't dare to go, just because she hadn't been there yet. When people told her she couldn't go somewhere, she went anyway. Often it worked, occasionally it didn't (Afghanistan and Turkistan were her two failures at the time of the book's writing, but she would finally get to see Afghanistan a few years after it was published). She would return home every year to visit her parents, but would then be off again, her incurable wanderlust always dragging her away on a new adventure.
Maud made friends everywhere she went, which helped her able to afford so much traveling. Her family had money, helping her to finance her wanderings up until the Depression hit, but she also worked everywhere she went, playing her banjo and piano and working in "dancing halls." One can't help wondering just what sort of work she was doing in those earlier days, considering she would make thousands of dollars at it!
Maud died the year I was born, so I was never able to know her, but after reading this I truly wish I could have met her. She sounds like an amazing woman with a personality unlike any other. I wish she had written a second book later in her life, to tell us what else she did in those lost 37 years.
On the genealogy side of things, Maud did not discuss her family or history very much, so as that was my initial interest in reading it, I found it somewhat disappointing. She often talks about her parents, who she clearly adored (but no mention of her sister), and the book began with a short description of her divorce trial (which was big news at the time). But aside from a paragraph about visiting her father's family in Illinois (I would have loved more on that, as that is the family I'm descended from!), the bulk of the book was about her travels. As it should be, because those travels are pretty exceptional.
Maud's life was fascinating for a woman in the early 1900s. When a judge wouldn't grant her a divorce from the husband she didn't love, she did the only thing she could think to do: ran away to the Alaskan Yukon. From there she would spend the rest of her life traveling from one exotic locale to another. She spent many years living in Peking, China, but most of the time never spent more than a few months in one place. She just kept moving, from country to country, continent to continent, visiting places most people wouldn't dare to go, just because she hadn't been there yet. When people told her she couldn't go somewhere, she went anyway. Often it worked, occasionally it didn't (Afghanistan and Turkistan were her two failures at the time of the book's writing, but she would finally get to see Afghanistan a few years after it was published). She would return home every year to visit her parents, but would then be off again, her incurable wanderlust always dragging her away on a new adventure.
Maud made friends everywhere she went, which helped her able to afford so much traveling. Her family had money, helping her to finance her wanderings up until the Depression hit, but she also worked everywhere she went, playing her banjo and piano and working in "dancing halls." One can't help wondering just what sort of work she was doing in those earlier days, considering she would make thousands of dollars at it!
Maud died the year I was born, so I was never able to know her, but after reading this I truly wish I could have met her. She sounds like an amazing woman with a personality unlike any other. I wish she had written a second book later in her life, to tell us what else she did in those lost 37 years.
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