Dorothy Morris is sitting in the early morning sun with a very
young patient on the roof of a children’s hospital in Murcia, Spain, in 1938,
at a time when the refugee crisis caused by the Civil War was getting steadily more desperate. A few months later she wrote home
expressing her anger about ‘that wicked old devil of a Chamberlain’ and the
British government which refused to help or sell arms to Republican Spain, yet
turned a blind eye to the support given to Franco by Hitler and Mussolini:
‘This minute, we have here two children,
most piteous little rascals of his ‘Non Intervention’. They were bombed by huge ½ ton incendiary
bombs dropped on them in Barcelona by his fellow fiends the Italians and
Germans, and by ‘Non Intervention’, Spain can’t buy the means to defend
them. I don’t want to rant but you can
imagine how I feel.’
You won’t have heard of Dorothy. She died eighteen years ago, after a lifetime of looking
after people at their wits' ends, of organising ways to provide hope and sustenance for the hopeless and hungry. In other words, she’s exactly
the kind of person who usually sinks into oblivion. Except now she won’t, because as you can see, there’s a book
about her, Petals and Bullets by Mark Derby, and
it’s exactly the kind of book which is meat and drink to the writer of historical fiction.
Dorothy was born in New Zealand and when
she first came to London, she lived at the Grosvenor Court Hotel, just round
the corner from Selfridges, where she worked as private nurse to an elderly
company director on his last legs. Everything changed in 1936 when she went to a rally in support of Republican Spain at the Albert Hall and wrote
a note on the back of the cheque she donated to the funds:
‘she wished it could have been more but she
was only a poor nurse from New Zealand on a working holiday in England.’
Poster from TUC archives |
The message was read out from the stage,
Dorothy was invited to volunteer, and before long she was on her way to
southern Spain with Sir George Young’s Ambulance Unit. Her instructions were to
bring just one small suitcase and not tell her family she was leaving for fear of alerting
Franco’s sympathisers in Britain to the Unit’s plans. The first refugees she encountered were in
flight from Malaga, ‘pathetic bundles on donkeys trailing along the dusty
endless road that we were tearing down at 50 miles an hour’. They made such easy targets for the machine-gun and bomb attacks of Nationalist aircraft that out of one
group of 80 children evacuated from an orphanage, only ten survived.
Posted to the southern frontline, Dorothy Morris worked in almost impossible conditions in mobile field hospitals in the
mountains south of the Sierra Nevada. She and her medical colleagues cleared
out hovels that had neither light, water nor sanitation, and managed to set up an
operating theatre. Men arrived,
frostbitten, on mule litters. The next
move was to Cabeza del Buey in Extramadura,
(‘a wild, desolate area’), then to Belalcázar where they set up in
vacated school buildings, before being stationed in the ‘high hills of the
Sierra Morena’, from where they could see ‘the smoke, flashes and movements of
the battle below’.
When I first began to research the book which
became A World Between Us, although I
knew that advances in blood transfusion methods during the Spanish Civil War would
be important as both theme and plot, in my ignorance I initially dismissed the
idea of making my female lead a nurse.
What a cliché, I thought to myself.
It didn’t take long to change my mind, and six years later I’m all the
more ashamed at the memory of my mistake as I read of Dorothy Morris’ experiences
in Spain.
Three other NZ nurses, Renee Shadbolt, Isobel Maguire and Millicent Sharpes in Huete, soon after their arrival in mid-1937. Isobel Maguire tells her story in this programme made by Radio New Zealand. |
In August 1937 Dorothy was transferred
again, to the ‘abyss of misery’ which was Murcia, according to Quaker relief
worker Francesca Wilson, whose book In
the Margins of Chaos describes her own arrival as being a scene from a
nightmare. As Málaga, Cadiz, Seville and other southern towns fell to Franco,
almost 60,000 refugees poured in to the city: ‘They surged around us, telling their
stories, clinging to us like people drowning in a bog.’
To her fury, Dorothy was sent back from Spain to
England in February 1939, when the tragic outcome of the war was all too clear. She agreed to go only because her involvement with the International Brigades put her
and her Quaker colleagues in danger. ‘As the German secret police – the Gestapo
– are expected to start work right away on Nazi models, the Quakers became
alarmed for my safety in case I should be arrested! Imagine – for nursing sick men!’ But her
work with Spanish refugees didn’t end there, for the Retirada (retreat) was in
full swing. After the fall of Barcelona,
over 450,000 refugees crossed the border from Spain into France, only to be
herded into camps on the beaches of Argelès, St Cyprien and Barcarés. (You can read more about their horrors in
Rosemary Bailey’s brilliant Love and War in the Pyrenees.)
By April, Dorothy was back in action, running the Perpignan office of the
International Commission of Child Refugees in Spain. Since it's National Libraries Day today, I should mention that one of the first things she organised was books for the refugees. She was to spend most of the rest of her life working
in humanitarian relief, joining UNRRA (newly formed) after the Second World
War.
Beach at Argelès-sur-mer today |
From R to L: Dorothy Morris, Mary Elmes and their delivery van driver Juan in Perpignan, 1939. |
Unfortunately only a portion of Dorothy’s
letters survive, and her biographer never knew her. I’m not sure she comes alive in quite
the same way as Patience Darton does in Angela Jackson’s biography in the same series. As Mark Derby admits, telling a story of ‘organised altruism’ is a considerable challenge. But the inspiration offered by early refugee workers like Dorothy (and her colleague Mary Elmes, pictured above), dealing for the first time with the effects of 'total' war on civilian populations, is needed now more than ever before. And of course everything
that adds to the visibility of women far too easily dismissed as ‘do-gooders', politically active women, women who could perhaps be difficult and abrasive but needed a very particular
kind of heroism to cope with the challenges they tackled, is very much to be
welcomed. So too is the growing body of literature
on the medical advances made in the Spanish Civil War, and I only wish (selfishly!) that more
of both had been published while I was working on A World Between Us.
The other good news is that women are the
focus of this year’s Len Crome Memorial Conference on March 12th in Manchester, an annual event held by the
International Brigade Memorial Trust which is always fascinating.
There’ll be talks about La Pasionaria, the Spanish politician whose
farewell speech to the departing Brigaders is impossible to read without tears,
Aileen Palmer, the Australian activist and poet who worked as a Medical
administrator in Spain, Fernanda Jacobson of the Scottish Ambulance Unit (‘Samaritan
or Spy?’), and also the Barcelona photographs of Austrian-born Margaret
Michaelis. You can book here.
If you’d like to read more fiction about the
women of the Spanish Civil War, you’ll be pleased to hear that a novel by
pioneering historian Angela Jackson, series editor for Petals and Bullets, is now available as an ebook. Warm Earth can be downloaded free in the week following the conference.
Margaret Michaelis No title (Doctor and child) c.1936 gelatine silver photograph National Gallery of Australia, Canberra Gift of the estate of Margaret Michaelis-Sacs 1986 |
'Spain veined with blood and metals, blue and victorious,
proletariat of petals and bullets,
alone, alive, somnolent, resounding.'
From 'What Spain was like', Spain in my Heart (1938), Pablo Neruda
Mark Derby, Petal and Bullets: Dorothy Morris, New Zealand Nurse in the Spanish Civil War (Cañada Blanch/Sussex Academic Studies on Contemporary Spain, 2015)
www.lydiasyson.com |
9 comments:
what a wonderful post, Lydia, thank you
Thanks for this, Lydia!
Great post Lydia thank you
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Lydia, have you ever come across a coulour image of the ambulances in Spain, which are all American I think, that have a white, not a red cross ? There is some dispute as to whether they are white on a red, or green background,or if not an image, then any written reference to the colour ? Great to say hello at the Len Crome btw., hope you enjoyed the day.
...A Wonderful post....Thank you. Angel Canut.
...Lydia, my name is Angel Canut...my father was also Angel Canut...my grand father was Angel Canut....I find about my gran father because his name is at the 113 page of the book Petals and Bullets in the narration of Dorothy Morris and writer by Mark Derby...My grand father die t Mauthausen in september 1941....My father Angel and my aunt Montse was crossing the Sapanish-France border in 1939....I´m very happy to know about my grand father in Sainte-Cyprien plage...I would like, if is possible, to contact with Mark Derby to seak more...Can you help me??.Please, can yo tell me the adress of Mark ??...Thank you..Angel Canut i Baque....From BARCELONA SPAIN.
Apologies for not responding sooner to you both, Stuart and Angel. I don't think I've ever seen a colour photograph of the ambulances, nor spotted a reference to the colours, but I will look out for them, and let you know if I do. Yes, this year's Len Crome was a particularly good one, I thought.
Angel, I'm very glad you enjoyed the post, and very interested (and saddened) to hear about your family's experiences after the war. I will try to put you in touch with Mark Derby. If you don't hear from him soon, please contact me via my website: www.lydiasyson.com.
Angel, you will probably find Rosemary Bailey's website very helpful too: http://www.rosemarybailey.com/books-3/the-story-continues/
Salud, Snr Canut. I apologise for not replying sooner to your message of 3 May above, which i have only just noticed.
I am delighted to hear from you and I hope you will make contact with me directly. The best way to do this is by emailing my NZ publisher - info@pottonandburton.co.nz
Just let them know that you want to contact me, and I'll get back to you immediately.
With best wishes from New Zealand,
Mark Derby
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