Father Louis Schmid's sketches:

Father Louis Henri Aloys SCHMID
Born in Breda (Holland) March 17, 1879.
Died in Sittard (Holland) October 8, 1959.
He belonged to the Lazarist Catholic Mission and was in Weihsien for a short time before being sent back to Peking.
His sketches are probably Indian ink wash drawings on cardboard. He must have tried oil painting for the sketch of the church.

... the Maingate. As seen from "inside" the Camp. ...

... the playground ...

... Church ...

... Playground street ...

... Churchyard ...

Market Square and Sister's Quarters ...

... Music Hall and Kitchen n°3 ...

Kitchen n°1

... Private Kitchen ...

Lazarists' Quarters

... Hospital and Sheut Fathers' Quarters ...

SVD Quarters.
"Société du Verbe Divin" ! (???)
Which means: "Divine World Missionnaries"
The Society of the Divine Word (SVD) is an international religious community of Catholic missionary priests and brothers, founded in 1875 by Blessed Arnold Janssen. Members work primarily where the Gospel has not yet been preached at all or only insufficiently.
Internationality has characterized the SVD from its very beginning. The society's 5,800 members live and work in more than 60 countries around the world. The work which our missionaries do very much depends on the needs of the local church. We work in primary evangelisation, education, development work, scientific research, communications, biblical apostolate, and with youth, with refugees, with minority groups etc.
The Society's members work in Europe, North, Central and South Americas, in the Caribbean, in Asia, Oceania and in Africa.
The SVDs - about 450 of them - work in 11 countries in Africa. You will find them in Angola, Benin, Botswana, Dem. Rep. of Congo, Ghana, Kenya, Madagascar, Mozambique, Togo, Zambia and Zimbabwe.

... An Interned Priest ...

Sisters' Room

... Black Market Wall (East) ...
The building in the picture would be the morgue, and was also the place where the trappist monk, Father Scanlan, was confined after he was caught buying eggs in a "black market" operation. At the time of his confinement there was a funeral for a priest who had died of cancer, and I was assigned the task of sneaking down from the burial ground (the vantage point of the artist) to the small building and passing a flask of water to Father Scanlan. The feat was successfully accomplished.

Black Market

... Cemetery ...

... the map of the Compound ...[click here]