C S LEWIS AND THE RECOVERY FROM WAR (PART 3)

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LEWIS’ EXPERIENCE IN HOSPITAL

As we have already seen, back in Britain the Red Cross by 1918 had taken over a large number of institutional buildings, and even stately homes, in order to tend to the wounded, so the Endsleigh Palace Hotel in London was one of many.

The injured Lewis was taken across the English Channel from France, probably on 24 May 1918, a very dangerous journey because of German attacks on shipping.  In fact every stage of the journey had its perils.  Not only had the field hospital at Étaples where Lewis had been staying been bombed, but there was no mercy from the Germans for any of the injured at any point.  The British Journal of Nursing (BJN) at the time reports hair-raising firsthand accounts of the danger to medical staff and patients left behind in France and the huge risks taken by those seeking to escape the Germans and get to safety.

No wonder the nurses themselves often suffered shell shock and needed places of recovery as well as the soldiers and sailors. There are many accounts in the BJN of horrific incidents that fill in some of the detail missing in the more restrained reminiscences of Lewis and Tolkien, for example. But one report by a nurse in France could not help but remind me of a very important incident in Tolkien’s The Lord of the Rings and Gandalf the wizard’s shout at the fiery Balrog: “You cannot pass!” (or “You shall not pass!” in the film version). This was a cry that would have been very familiar to everyone of Tolkien and Lewis’ generation who knew about warfare at the Western Front in France. The phrase “Ils ne passerons pas!” was a rallying cry for the French soldiers in the midst of battle:

Back in England, Lewis would have been transferred to a hospital train in order to reach his first recovery hospital in London.  There had been many medical and scientific advances during the war, including a new design for a stretcher by the Americans which was very adaptable, which could have been the one used for Lewis by this point.

The nurses did their best to make the injured men as comfortable as possible for the journey.  The next photo is not very clear, but it shows how canaries were kept in cages on hospital trains so their songs could cheer up the wounded! [1]

All wounded men from the Front were brought to Charing Cross station before being separated out to different locations for recovery.  There is a Pathé news film clip of such an arrival, and the crowds of people wanting to cheer them on but of course also looking out for the return of loved ones [2].  From the station they would be taken next door to Charing Cross hospital for triage, so that they could be allocated to the appropriate place according to the severity of their wounds, so of course this was also the case for 2nd Lieutenant ‘Jack’ Lewis [3].

The place chosen for Lewis, as we know, was the Red Cross Military Hospital that had been the Endsleigh Palace Hotel in the Bloomsbury area of London.

On 25 May 1918 Lewis sent a telegram to his father that he was now at the Endsleigh Palace Hospital, Endsleigh Gardens, London. He was now well enough to sit up in bed to read and write letters [4].

We can again turn to the photo album of 2nd Lieutenant Cyril Edwards to see an example of a room at this hospital from 1917, probably the very sort that Lewis had.  As you can see, it is a stripped-down version of an Edwardian hotel room, with a fireplace and rug, a bedside table and lamp, and vases of flowers, so much more like home.

Lewis himself was very pleased with having his own room, tea in the morning, a relatively large bed, and close proximity to London’e bookshops.  He is almost hoping that the two pieces of shrapnel in his chest will give a bit more trouble so he won’t have to return to the Front [5].

I particularly wanted to see the view from the top floor where Lewis had his room.  So this was a view familiar to Lewis, although of course it is now hugely changed.  I could see a long way across many roof tops, but the view is now dominated by the British Telecom Tower in Fitzrovia from the 1960s. which would of course not have been there in CSL’s day, nor would many of the other buildings.

I could only take photos from the corridor as I did not go into the individual rooms that are now offices.  From what Lewis says in his long letter to Arthur of 29th May 1918, his room faced north and he could see a huge expanse of houses, and in the distance a green hill with trees which he was told was Hampstead [6].  As I said previously, that is where I lived in the early 1980s, when I was travelling everyday to do my research, then teacher training, to the same area of London as this hospital.  Apparently Euston Station was in the foreground of the view from Lewis’ room.  From the other end of the corridor, all I could see was the fire escape!

But at least my photos can give an idea of some of the views over London that Lewis would have had going to and from his own room, and also just how far you can see from that floor of the former hospital.   

LEWIS’ READING

The British Journal of Nursing in May 1918 asks readers to send books to the Red Cross War Library, Surrey House, Marble Arch, London W1: “Our troops need thousands of the best, grave and gay, so don’t miss this chance of doing them a real good turn.  What would life be, even in a happy environment, without books?  Then realise how all-important they are for the brain rest and amusement of those at the front.” [7]  Lewis, of course, was quick to turn to books for stimulation and comfort, now he had got a “Blighty” that meant he could leave the war behind and return home for a while.  He had already read Walter Scott’s Old Mortality and Guy Mannering in the field hospital,

plus Anthony Trollope’s Barchester Towers, probably in the very portable Everyman editions.

He now enjoyed The Private Papers of Henry Ryecroft by George Gissing.  He went on to relish the rest of The Barchester Chronicles, partly because it reminded him of the reading available at home [8].  Other reading included Hume, Maeterlinck, and Swinburne.

Lewis suggested to his father a ‘pilgrimage’ they could make together to see their old tutor Kirkpatrick in Great Bookham in Surrey [9]. This didn’t happen with his father, but he did have a companion when he visited Kirkpatrick on Sunday 16 June.  Was this his ‘adopted mother’ Mrs Moore?

Meanwhile Lewis is actually sending books to Arthur from the lovely old bookshop Hatchard’s in Piccadilly (ah, I remember several happy visits there)!

And he has sent home a fine edition of Yeats’ poetry for future use, and has bought to keep with him Dent’s Malory with designs by Beardsley.

Lewis is obviously enjoying the beautiful look and feel of the books themselves.  At Hatchard’s he was also shown fine old copies of Virgil and Rabelais and some of the Morris Kelmscott Press editions including Chaucer, but fortunately the type didn’t appeal to him as they were very expensive, and I suspect on the large side to lug up to the top floor of the Endsleigh Red Cross Hospital! He was probably better off at this point sticking to the more portable Everyman editions, or ‘Everymen’ as he called them.

Part 4 of this series will cover Lewis’ increasing mobility and his exploration of the surroundings of the Endsleigh hospital, plus details of his nursing care before his transfer to Ashley Court in Bristol.

NOTES

1]  Canaries on board hospital train to cheer soldiers in BNJ, Vol 60, May 18, 1918.

2]  British soldiers returning wounded via Charing Cross station – Pathé news film clip

https://www.britishpathe.com/asset/76237/  .

3]  Injured being brought to Charing Cross Hospital for triage – https://www.iwm.org.uk/collections/item/object/205025659 .

4]  C S Lewis, ColLected Letters, Vol 1, edited by Walter Hooper, p373.

5]  Ibid.,p374.

6]  Ibid.,p375.

7]  British Journal of Nursing, Vol 60, 25 May, p365.

8]  C S Lewis, ibid., p380.

9]  Ibid, p380.


C S LEWIS AND THE RECOVERY FROM WAR (PART 1)

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C S LEWIS AND THE RECOVERY FROM WAR (Part 1)

The Endsleigh Palace Hotel, London

INTRODUCTION

This is the beginning of a photo journey exploring the places where C S Lewis recovered from his war wounds, involving hospitals and private houses, gardens and parkland, humble terrace houses and even a stately home.  It spans the years 1918 to the early 1920s and will take us from the centre of London to the outskirts of Bristol, and finally to Oxford where Lewis was to make his career and reputation.

When I was looking through all my material again recently, one theme kept cropping up.  And that was of C S Lewis as ‘Everyman’.  I had used a photo of a book of Christmas stories from the Everyman series of little hardbacks for my digital Christmas card one year, and so had several people asking what the book was and who was its publisher, so I was typing the word ‘Everyman’ quite a lot. 

 At the same time it seemed as though every book about Lewis that I picked up, especially his early letters, had Lewis referring to Everyman books – seeing them, wanting to buy them – calling them in the plural ‘Everymen’.

This made me think of a focus for my research into this period of Lewis’ life – Lewis as Everyman in the First World War and its aftermath, as he went through the same gruelling experiences and tragic loss and injury as the other men of his generation.  He was far from the great writer and Christian apologist to be known and hailed by future generations.  2nd Lieutenant ‘Jack’ Lewis was trying to be a published poet, like so many other young war poets, was not a confessing Christian, and his immediate task was just to stay alive after the brutalities of trench warfare.

‘PILGRIMAGE’

I thought I would present this research as a series of blogs, covering places where I had personal contacts who would let me photograph the interiors of buildings not usually accessible to outsiders, and therefore hopefully of great interest to students of C S Lewis  – photos never seen before, of places not normally seen.  It would also be something of a ‘pilgrimage’ and adventure for me.  Others had been to the sites of the First World War battlefields in France, but I could hopefully have an equivalent experience with the places in the UK where Lewis went to recover from the war, both in medical and personal terms.  So, places where I had contacts or unique access included the Endsleigh Palace Hotel in London, Ashton Court in Bristol, Ravenswood Road and Clifton College in Bristol, and the house called ‘Hillsboro’ in Oxford.

This meant that I would start with

Endsleigh Palace Hotel, London – sometime Red Cross Hospital, now the Student Union of University College London.  Its address is 25 Gordon Street, London WC1H 0AY in the London Borough of Camden.

I see with amazement that the photos from this journey are time-stamped 10th August 2016.  Was it really that long ago?  I had been staying in Oxford, to do some work at the Bodleian Library, so the bus ride to London didn’t take long. 

 Most bus journeys blend in the mind into an amorphous cloud, but this one I remember more than others as I was really excited.  I had two reasons for my journey, and both were in the nature of semi-pilgrimage: firstly to examine the environs of the former Endsleigh Palace Hotel, which had been the first hospital in England to receive the wounded Lewis, and to explore inside.  Secondly, to re-visit my old haunts in Hampstead in north London, where I lived in the early 1980s, to soak in the atmosphere for a novel I was near completing concerning that time in my life.  It was a mixture guaranteed to bring on a major attack of nostalgia.

The nostalgia was also because in the mid-1980s I had been a student at London University’s Institute of Education, to do a year of teacher-training after my PhD, to make sure I was employable in case my academic dreams failed to materialise. 

This meant I travelled from Hampstead to Bloomsbury weekdays, to the very modern building on Bedford Row, and had become familiar with the names of the streets and squares round about, often called ‘Bedford’, ‘Gordon’, ‘Gower’, ‘Tavistock’, ‘Woburn’, or ‘Russell’ after aristocrats who owned the land and property. 

 I had done most of the work for my PhD in the British Library when it resided in the British Museum on Great Russell Street, also in Bloomsbury, so it definitely felt like home ground.

So all those years before I had regularly been just a couple of streets away from what had been the Endsleigh Palace Hotel.  This had been on the south side of Endsleigh Gardens, on the corner of Gordon Street, now the Student Union of University College London (UCL).  As some of you may know, the University of London consists of colleges in the same way as the universities of Oxford and Cambridge.  And so University College in London is just one of the university’s many colleges, as University College Oxford is one of Oxford University’s many colleges.  They probably did it to confuse tourists. 

Anyway, why am I telling you this?  Because a few years ago London University’s Institute of Education, which had always been treated like a college in its own right, was for some reason subsumed under the umbrella of UCL, which meant I was now an alumna of a college I had never visited in my life, with the possibility now of blagging my way into one of their buildings.

I had done my research online, studiously examined an A-Z, and thought I knew where I was going as I emerged from the nearest tube station into the warmth of an August morning.  It was good to be back in London.  I always feel the proverbial ‘buzz’ when I’m there, and my memories of living in that great city are virtually all extremely pleasant.  And Bloomsbury is definitely one of the more interesting sections, with its concentration of educational establishments and blue plaques commemorating the habitations of some of the most famous people in literary history – oh, and the odd economist and scientist, but I wasn’t as interested in them that day. 

ENDSLEIGH BUILDING

And there it was, the building itself, visited by thousands of students each year that probably would have no idea of the building’s history of care for the wounded after a terrible war a hundred years before, and that a world famous writer had been one of them.

Its appearance on the outside has not changed much from the days of the First World War when it was offered to the Red Cross as a hospital for wounded officers, then a research hospital for tropical diseases.

HOSPITAL SET UP (& 1915 SCANDAL)

As such, it was opened in 1915 with a hundred available beds.  It had its own operating theatre and X-Ray room. The War Office appointed Major L Haden Guest from the Royal Army Medical Corps as resident Military Commander.  At first all the nurses were trained professionals but that changed as the war went on.  There were also male medical orderlies who would valet the patients.  It was seen as important that those of officer status would not have “inexperienced girls” nursing them, perhaps young women of their own class that they might have to partner at future dances (this was literally the reason given)!  It  was a decision taken by a small non-medical organising committee led by Lord and Lady Williamson.

The fact that those making policy decisions for the hospital were not medically trained led to a huge scandal in 1915 when the committee sacked Miss Florence Tubbs the Head Matron, with no warning and no adequate explanation as to why.  All the nursing staff then left with her in protest and it took a while for the hospital to get back on an even keel.

It seems as though the committee viewed the level of discipline as too lax.  But my novelist’s mind is imagining all sorts or jealousies, romances, and intrigues beneath the surface!  However there was no stopping Miss Tubbs, who continued to gain support and obtained a role a mere two weeks later, running a hospital out in France, God bless her.

But all of this searching through the British Nursing Journal of 1915 certainly wasn’t a waste of time, even though C S Lewis wasn’t involved with the hospital yet.  I found myself fascinated by many of the articles for 1915, edited by Mrs Bedford Fenwick, and was astonished to read a news item about a nurse helping a man who had tried to commit suicide (by jumping out of a window – she had held onto his legs until help arrived!).  Attempted suicide was a crime then and so the poor man was being tried in the police court in Belfast.  But it was the name of the prosecuting solicitor that made me look twice.  It was none other than Mr A J Lewis, in other words, Albert James Lewis, C S Lewis’ father!  How amazing to find a link with Lewis when I wasn’t even expecting it! [1]

The Endsleigh Palace Hospital remained under the Red Cross until 1919 when it became a specialised research and treatment centre for Tropical Diseases. This was an extension of the treatment that had already been going on there during the War, especially with many soldiers returning from far flung posts in the British Empire.  So there were officers who had to be quarantined, even in Lewis’ time. [2]

NOTES

[1]  British Journal of Nursing, Vol 55, p75, 24 July 1915.

[2]  To see photos of another officer, 2nd Lieutenant Cyril Edwards, who was recovering from his wounds at the same hospital as Lewis, and who made a photographic record of his time there, see The National Army Museum website.  It includes a photo of the officer in a wheelchair in Endsleigh Gardens:  https://ww1.nam.ac.uk/stories/second-lieutenant-cyril-edwards/

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Part 2 of this study will begin with my tour and photos of the Endsleigh building itself.