A meander through life and history in Alford, Lincolnshire
Author: Mrs T
Beyond the day job, the housework and the garden I love to delve into local and family history. I also love to get involved in local projects. Recent research for Alford Manor House has combined the two and led to obsession.
You will be amused to hear that I have again been hob nobbing with Royalty. You have I expect seen in the paper that HRH Princess Mary is making a tour in France to see the work of the VADs especially and other women’s work too. She came to us yesterday afternoon and saw round the hospital. We received her at the gate at 3 and then she went to our Mess and was presented with a bouquet and we meanwhile fled back to our huts and in our electricity arranged the afternoon patients and had just got them fixed up when she came in. I was presented to her in the X ray room and she asked if I’d been there a long time and if we’d been very busy and so forth. Then we went to see some of the wards, then we were photographed with her on the veranda outside the theatre. Then some of us were invited to come down to our new club ( which has only been open about a week ) to have tea there as she was to be present.
We tore into our outdoor uniforms and were so quick that we were given a lift down by the base commandant in his car. He is an awfully decent sort, Brigadier General Phillips is his name. We went such a pace that, although we started nearly five minutes after her car, we were drawn up at the club door just behind her car just before she had got out! Her car was driven by a girl VAD driver and another on the box. She is accompanied by Lady Ampthill in her tour and of course by Principal Commandant Crowdy and, for this area, by area Commandant Campion. We all had tea at the club in the same room and she had tea at a little table with about six or seven VADs and ate a hearty tea and was very merry and chatted a lot.
Then all the people who hadn’t been presented to her went up and made their bob. Then she went away and we cheered her lustily. No more news now
Your loving Dorothy
Did M make and send me the cake? It has never arrived.
Nov. 1918 Envelope addressed to Fred Higgins (Dorothy’s father) …. First page of letter missing ….
…. She is a terrible person, and we are praying for her six months to be up that she may go. The photo is a very flattering one and makes her look younger by a good deal than she is.
She is nevertheless very handsome and of a commanding presence, 5ft 10” and broad to match. But she is very dirty and has the manners of a cook. O could never describe her to you on paper!
Last Wednesday I had a great adventure. It was a half-holiday and I had been off all the afternoon, I went on duty at 6, in the chief surgical ward. It was quite slack as to work and I was trotting along famously when in plunged the medicin de garde with a man on a stretcher from the town who had a strangulated hernia. He was in terrible pain and would probably have to be operated on at once. I was told to put him to bed and give him a hypodermic of morphine, which I did, but they wouldn’t let me prepare him for the op. Then the house-surgeon came along and examined him wanted the op as soon as possible. Would I go and see if the two nurses (the Belgians are in the theatre) of the salle d’operations were in, if not would I ask Matron to designate someone to come. Well I flew over and the two theatre nurses were out and Matron had gone out in the village and wouldn’t be back for half an hour! Well as Sister is in England on sick leave that left me in command of the nursing staff as senior pro!! So I collected someone to do my work in the ward and with the aid of the house surgeon who came to choose his instruments, and being a decent old bird made himself very useful, as well as a theatre orderly we got things ready and then Matron and one of the theatre nurses cropped up. Matron shaved the bloke and then they operated at once. They were just able to save the intestine: another hour or so and they would have had to cut a piece out and stitch up the ends, and that’s a devils game. We didn’t get him settled down and cleared up in the theatre till nearly ten and so the operator, the anaesthetist, the theatre nurse and I had a belated supper with drinks in the doctor’s mess. It was quite an adventure for me!!
Before I forget SM means Service Militaire, one can also put CM (correspondence militaire) of FM (franchise militaire) The letters are rarely if ever censored as they are stamped with the hospital cachet and are supposed to be alright. I always feel however that it makes it necessary to be all the more careful although I often long to tell you things.
I went to see Mr Trower’s nephew and wrote to him that same night and had a very nice letter from uncle C. I saw a Staniland girl who is VAD at No2, not to speak to though. She is one of the Spilsby ones ( Charles daughter?) Dorothy Mass would know which. They live somewhere out East Kirkby way I think. There are two sisters and a boy or two: I always used to see them at the Spilsby Tournament. There is one plain girl with a very sallow complexion. He name might be Violet but I’m not sure. Isabel came off night duty on Saturday and we went to Caudebec together for Sunday. It was a heavenly day and everything was looking lovely. Yesterday was raw and cold again and to-day is very wet, but we have had some glorious weather.
Do ask M if she has a moment to design me a pattern with bandage roses for a chemise top as the nuns would do it awfully nicely for me if I had a good design. They should have trails of leaves too.
Isn’t it absolutely ripping, the news I mean. I have been meaning to write for days but I’ve been jolly busy. I was able to get off yesterday and have a game of hockey which I enjoyed immensely. It was a scratch XI against the ambulance drivers (Red Cross Girls) and they beat us 4:3. It was quite a thrilling game. On Armistice night nine of us went down into the town and had dinner and saw the singing cheering crowds of Tommies and other nationalities of soldiers ragging and waving flags.
Friday was the King’s birthday and so there was a solemn Te Deum at the cathedral, military and civil representatives of various nations attended in full war paint. The cardinal archbishop preached a short sermon and it was all very impressive. I had a very nice letter of congratulations from Mollie B today.
It is bitterly cold here now: freezing hard. We have heaps of new VADs now and some of them are rather jolly. I am sending you home a copy of each of my photos and hope you will like them. I think they are quite decent and most people here like them very much.
If you want some could you order? I would like two sent to John and Elsie. Please tell Father that I am more or less on the rocks.
I went to see a leg amputated today. It was rather interesting, but somewhat messy.
Re memento: I think it would really be best if I chose it myself perhaps.
We have got a lot of Hun prisoners in with Grippe: two of them have died already. It is a terrible thing this, in the way it carries people off in a moment.
I’m sorry to hear about poor old Mrs Warren: one will miss her cheery old mahogany face.
Thank you very much for all your letters: it has done nothing but pour without ceasing for two nights and two days so life is rather trying, pattering about in the mud between the huts.
We have several injured Boche prisoners from the forestry prisoners camp near here and I have had to x-ray two lately, as they had damaged bones of their hands in the circular saw. I hate the sight of the swine, but anyway they are at their last gasp now.
Thank God we can make them pay and pay heavily for their misdeeds of the last four years. I hope they will get NO mercy. Austria is well squashed but I’m sorry it means another damned republic and Germany too I suppose.
As to the memento I should like a nice brooch: not pearls or turquoises, but anything else. Perhaps a few diamonds on it to go with my earrings and pendant but not expensive.
A lovely long letter from you yesterday, dated the 20th and another today, dated the 23rd. We are still frantically busy: a new convoy comes in about twice a week which keeps things up to fever pitch. Don’t worry about the x-ray work: I am always tucked away behind a protective screen so there is no danger what so ever.
“Deutschland uber alles” is sung to that beastly Austrian National Anthem tune. There’s no hurry about the other stockings: I’m quite well off so far. The interesting enclosure was a betise of mine. You said “ another little bit of interest” referring no doubt to the small sum of post office interest on War loan, I mis-read it and thought it was some racy scrap of scandal or newspaper cutting !!
I realised afterwards that I had not understood your meaning !!
I am very sorry to hear about Billy Humphrey’s: it is rotten luck for such a lad, but he is probably safe which is deja quelquechose in these days.
No 20 is at Carmiers, between Etaples and Boulogne but nearer the former.
Granny’s Mary is bad luck too: she looked so extraordinarily well when we saw her. I remember the Barlow boy: a very shy gawky youth he used to be. It is wonderful how soon they learn to write with their left arm.
I’m glad to hear such splendid accounts of Jack: he is having a pretty busy time I expect. I’m sorry to hear that Bunny is naughty again and tries her mother so much, but I am still surprised that M doesn’t manage to get “up-sides” of her.
I am glad to hear about Arthur Green, I wondered what had happened to him. Tell Mrs C H H to tell him that it is never called Albert ! Hospital now; always Anglo-Belge or Militaire Belge. He could have tea with me at the club if I can get off. It is dreadfully painful having a limb amputated: all the nerves seem to jump and dance. & one feels one’s toes or fingers hurting months after they are gone !
I didn’t know young Moohman had had shellshock: rather tragic for such a hefty young fellow! Has anyone heard of Tommy Roberts and if he is still queer and paralysed ? The species of sugar doesn’t matter a bit: the chief thing is to have it. Two lbs will be ample. I’ll let you know how to get it to me: I may have a trustworthy patient coming on leave soon, but I am not sure.
I expect I can get the bigger dividend cashed at Cox’s and the little one at the A P.O. & I shall get the certificates with them which will save trouble.
Well I suppose the world is so upside down and after war life is going to be such an utter change from pre-war life, that women MPs are only a drop in the deluge of alterations which are to come, but God help any constituency that is fool enough to elect a woman as their member. Women in authority are autocratic tyrants !
I had a most thrilling box from Isabel last night containing a flat platinum safety pin with my initials on it: a pair of gold and mother of pearl sleeve links with naval emblems in their middles, a gold Red Cross brooch: two silk hankies and several tiny things. She says it is arrears of what she would have liked to give me when she was poor and couldn’t. I am quite overwhelmed!! Ann has left and gone back to her.
We are still living a hectic existence: we have got some extra staff but not enough, and more are coming, these things all take time. If the heads of the Belgian medical service had warned us that they intended to turn us into a surgical base hospital, we could have made arrangements but we had no warning whatsoever. The poor chap I told you about with the thoracic wound went West about 5 days ago: his other lung go infected. It was almost more merciful so, as he would have been such a ghastly wreck had he survived.
We had a jubilant letter from one of my late assistant orderlies who has rejoined his regiment: they are just outside Ghent. He is tired but full of beans morally.
I am very fit in spite of my labours. Tell father that I will write to hime in a few days. The photos haven’t come yet.
No more now: I am going to sleep the sleep of the just!!
Life becomes more hectic every minute, we are inundated with “grand Hesses” heavy cases from the front. Some of them have only been wounded a few days and are tired and dirty beyond description. And the wounds! I have never seen such things before. The x-ray work is terrific: I am constantly at it, localising foreign bodies, bullets, shell splinters etc. This morning we polished off twenty people in the x-ray room in 1½ hours !! We have got some more nurses in but we get more convoys in. The treatments have dwindled tremendously of course because we’ve had to evacuate most of our convalescent patients. It is a pity in a way that our equipment should be wasted, and we are awfully ill equipped to deal with such a huge influx of heavy cases, but we are doing our best.
There isn’t a day for the last 10 days that I haven’t done 10 hours a day & sometimes more. The Swedes have all turned into nurses too and are working like bricks. I have never been so busy in my life.
The war news is most thrilling from day to day: oh lord I do hope the Hun is going to be bled dry as far as money and resources go. I curse to think that we shall not have the chance of devastating the “Fatherland” not as they have done it, for that would be to lower ourselves to their level, but I should like the shock of battle to lay waste the fertile lands in the valley of the Rhine.
Poor Belgians: they have paid very heavily. They couldn’t get their artillery up quickly enough because of the bad ground, and they were fearfully knocked about.
A very nice Colonel I know had both his sons killed, one in fair fight, the other shot by a German officer prisoner at the head of a batch of captured Huns being marched off to the cages! Needless to say that particular batch did not reach the cages after this damnable act of Hun swinishness and treachery!!
This is intended to be a birthday letter. Many congratulations on your 74th birthday. Your next one will see a different picture I think. I longed to be with you at Claythorpe. I’m glad you had a good day – I’m very relieved to hear that Robin is safe.
I will write again in a day or two if I can, I am so sleepy when I come off. Your lighter is being made.
Best love to you all
Your loving Dorothy.
Please thank Mother for clips: stockings: flask & chatty letter. The interesting enclosure was missing !!
We have got two wards full of Spanish flu (pneumonic variety) as well.
This will only be a short letter as we are most awfully busy: the Belgian push has brought us in heaps of new wounded, they were wounded on the 28th and came here on the 2nd so we are awfully busy. I was only off for a short time yesterday and today as I have been helping in the wards when my own work was done, & my own job has been jolly heavy lately.
I am very fit and full of beans which is a good thing. Isn’t the war going splendidly. I wish we could make the swine understand that for every town they burn and destroy one of theirs shall suffer the same fate. It is the only way to stop their awful work of destruction.
The petites Belges are awfully bucked with themselves as indeed they have every reason to be. Tell Mother that the French call it Arra(s) and the Belgians pronounce the S but as it is a French town, the former is the more correct.
I was awfully sorry not to be able to say goodbye to you properly. Also I meant to ask you about the memento: however it must wait till I come home again.