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Extraordinary Stamina. Yet her story also shows her extraordinary stamina. In the long, hard years when China's Communists were holed up in their precarious refuge in remote Yenan, women had to do hard physical labor in the fields and on reclamation projects, but were excused during their menstrual periods. Chiang Ch'ing scornfully refused this concession. Later, when she was daily plodding through the countryside near Wuhan in central China helping with land distribution to poor peasants, she sometimes almost dropped from exhaustion and still bitterly remembered the peasants' taunts: "Who do you think...
Broad Strokes. The tour covered thousands of carefully supervised miles, from bustling Canton to the Yenan, where Mao and the revolution began their own comeback saga. "I found my self thinking with such broad strokes in China," writes MacLaine. This turns out to be one of the understatements of 4763, the Year of the Hare. She enthusiastically quotes official statistics, re ports having seen only happy Chinese faces, and announces the arrival of the "new man," free of competitive greed...
...small city we spent most time in during our three and a half weeks in China was Yenan, the old Red Army headquarters that's now a sort of historical shrine. We saw all the houses that Chairman Mao once lived in, and a labor hero who spoke to him three times, and a museum with the horse he used to ride, stuffed, like Trigger outside the Roy Rogers Restaurant. So we didn't see much of the countryside there, except a May 7 Cadre School--a farm where non-manual workers are supposed to spend six months from time...
...itinerary includes Peking, Canton, the Yangtze Delta, and the Northwest or Yenan region, which was the guerrilla base of Mao Tse-tung during the revolution...
...pulled up at the elegant Cathay Hotel, where the eighth-floor dining room overlooking the Whangpoo River used to be famous for its gin gimlets and beef Stroganoff-only now it was the Peace Hotel, and the ornate front entrance had been sealed off. A great tapestry of Yenan and a red and gold Mao-thought dominated the lobby. The dim lighting, bare walls and slipcovers on the old plush furniture gave the Cathay-Peace the half-open look of a lavish summer resort trying to squeak through the winter. The reception desk, once manned by British-accented Chinese concierges...