Subtitled "In the Belgian Congo’s Ituri Forest, a New York artist copes with witchcraft and tragedy among the Pygmies”
Some of my guests reached over my shoulder, punched the horn button, and shouted in delight at the sound. They cranked the windows up and down, grimaced into the rear-vision mirror, and giggled at the results.
I halted the car, climbed out, and stood laughing helplessly as the others disembarked. The scene reminded me of the Keystone Cops pouring interminably out of their Model-T patrol wagon in an old Mack Sennett movie.
My passengers were Pygmies, the tiny reddish-chocolate people who live deep in the Ituri rain forest of the Belgian Congo. They were denizens of the villages adjoining Camp Putnam beside the Epulu River, a minor tributary of Africa's second longest stream, the Congo.
I was home again. Here I had lived for eight wonderful years with my late husband, Patrick Tracy Lowell Putnam, a Harvard-trained anthropologist. After Patrick's death in December, 1953, I had spent three years in my native New York City. And now I was back among my best friends.
Patrick Putnam first came to the Congo in 1928. He fell in love with the Epulu region, saw the Pygmies as a challenging subject for his research, and resolved to spend the rest of his life there. By taking a course prescribed by the Belgian Government, he became an agent sanitaire, or public health officer. Patrick was also an expert woodsman; during World War II the Belgians asked him to investigate the Congo's important wild rubber resources.
In addition to these attainments, Patrick had an imposing appearance, a gift for leadership, and a genuine concern for the Little People's welfare. All combined to give him 2 godlike stature among the Pygmies. A wild shock of hair and a luxuriant beard of flaming red made him seem even taller than his six feet, one inch. Whenever I saw my husband surrounded by miniature Congoese, whose height varies between four and five feet, I always thought of Gulliver among the Lilliputians.
Not long after Patrick and I first met on Martha's Vineyard during one of his trips home, I knew the Congo could mean as much to me as it meant to him. I was a painter, and the thought of having an unspoiled landscape and primitive Pygmies as subjects excited me.
Some of my friends thought I was taking leave of my senses to go off to Africa as the bride of this lean giant. Sometimes, privately, I thought they might be right…"
7” x 10”, 25 pages, 20 B&W photos plus map
These are pages carefully removed from an actual 1960 magazine.
60B2
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