The Anatomy of Silence
Cold stone embodies the final resting place for thousands of men who perished in the Great War of 1914-18, it was called the 'the War to End All Wars' due to the magnitude of its horror. In Australia one in three families were directly touched by the tragic enormity of empires end. When the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month arrives the nation pauses for a minutes silence as a mark of respect, for those lost in the War.
A spectre haunted my Grandmother, symbolised in that minute of lamentation, and tormented her long after the Great War receded into the back catalogue of the nations history. Like a fog settled on a bleak day this phantom permeated the lives of my mother and her sisters and tormented their lives with its presence.
As November eleventh approached my Mother furiously fielded the phone, calling for emotional reinforcement, her weekly calls to her sisters increased to hourly dispatches from the front line reporting the enemies advance, till with parade ground efficiency the dreaded day dawned. Like a funeral courtage they'd accompany my Grandmother to Martin Place for the wreath laying ceremony and the minutes silence.
This ritual continued unabated down the years til death eventually released my Grandmother from that enigmatic spectre of the Great War.
At my Grandmothers wake I was introduced to a Mr James Maurice, a barrister who represented the family in legal affairs, he stated that he 'wished to see me at my earliest convenience'.
Mr Maurice's office had none of the old world charms that I expected from this octogenarian it was brash, better living by design. He saw me assessing the office.
These are my grandsons chambers I use them now and then for special matters. I retired from practice years ago. Your Grandfather consigned to my care some of his personal papers which I was to pass to you upon the death of your Grandmother. He believed that they would be of professional interest to you and offer something of an explanation. There is a proviso to the affect that you will inform your mother and her sisters of the contents contained herein. Your Grandfather could never fully explain this matter to his daughters.
That night I sat down with the box and plunged into the mystery within. There was a manila envelope with my Grandfather's strong flowing script addressed to me with the instructions to be opened last. The box contained a number of envelopes containing photographs and newspaper clippings. There were two thick medical case files. One of the files dated from nineteen seventeen and was from the Beechworth Asylum the patients name was Florence O'Harah. The other file came from Bellbirds a private North Shore Psychiatric Hospital where Grandfather was head of clinical staff. The contents dated from the 1940's and contained periodic entries up to the 1970's.
One of the envelope's contained a series of black and white studio portraits. The first had Florence with three young men, the two in uniform stood stern in their masculinity. The look of great adventure shone from their faces, most of them thought the war would be over by Christmas. Cursive script flowed across the back of the image. Florence, William, Robert and Tommy O'Harah. Grandma had brothers, this was a revelation. In the second Florence sits with another soldier holding hands smiling straight at the camera. On the back was written 'To my beloved Florence your true heart of hearts Phillip Flannan'. The third had all five photographed together. Young Tommy's pride in his brothers still radiated from the image after seventy years. They were stamped Robertson's on the Hill Photographic Studio, Fitizmaurice St, Wagga Wagga and were dated 1915.
The second envelope contained a series of articles from various newspapers along with a letter and two typewritten carbons.
A black edged clipping, obviously a casualty list, published in August listed William and Robert O'Harah killed in action at France on 20th July 1916.
An undated clipping from the Melbourne Age cited that following the Easter Uprising in Ireland the actions of Cardinal Dr Mannix, in advocating the Catholics of Australia to vote No in the conscription referendum, could only serve to unleash sectarian violence and destabilise the war effort.
A Daily Sentinel dated September 12th 1916 proclaimed Mannix's Marxists Arrested. The reporter cited that a group of anti conscription Bolshevik agitators had been arrested following a riot outside the Wagga Wagga Council Chambers yesterday. The women were advocating the case for the No Vote in the October conscription referendum. Council workers advised them to disperse and stop their unpatriotic antics. The women declined, a Miss O'Harah attacked a council worker who attempted to confiscate their placards. The journalist expressed his personal view that Miss O'Harah, whose family had paid a high price for the freedom of the Empire, was a Fenian traitor. The Judge fined the women two pounds each for affray and further gave Miss O'Harah a six month good behaviour bond for the assault on the council worker.
There was a letter from a Sargent Williamson 5th Division AIF sometime late in 1916 forwarded to her by the Red Cross.
Dear Miss O'Harah
Fromelles, it was the first major battel the AIF fought in France, in one night the AIF lost over five thousand men. It was another one of those tactical blood baths that the English High Command regularly conducted throughout the war.
The typewriter carbons were reports from a Sgt Sullivan of Wagga Wagga Police, the arresting officer at the anti conscription demonstration. The first described the activities of Florence O'Harah. In 1917 Florence decided she wanted the remains of her brothers returned to Australia for burial. After numerous letters to the local Federal and State members and the Department of the Army Sgt Sullivan was dispatched to advise her that her actions were detrimental to the war effort and should cease forthwith.
The second carbon was two pages long it was an arresting officers report.
On the morning of 20th July 1917 I was called out to the Wagga Wagga Cemetery. Persons unknown had dug two graves next to the O'Harah family plot. They were discovered by a Mr Morrison a Cemetery attendant. I then proceeded with Constable Hall to the O'Harah residence. When we arrived I noticed the curtains were drawn in the traditional gesture of a house in morning. I was greeted by Florence O'Harah who was dressed in mourning black. I thought this strange as her brothers had died over a year ago and I had seen her in public since. I informed Miss O'Harah of what was found this morning at the Cemetery. Miss O'Harah began to behave in a agitated manner and told me to be on my way as this matter was of no concern to the Police. I asked to come in and speak with her further. Tommy O'Harah came to the door and began to be abusive to my self and Constable Hall. Tommy O'Hara made profane and disparaging comments on our enlistment eligibility. Tommy O'Hara then pushed me away from the front door. I informed him he was under arrest for assaulting a Police officer. Miss O'Harah became more agitated and abusive to me disparaging my past employment with the RIC. Constable Hall and I forced entrance to the premises.
Upon entering the premises Constable Hall and I saw two coffins laid out with candles burning at the head and foot of the coffin in the parlour. The coffins were laden with floral wreaths. Upon closer inspection the coffins I observed they contained Army Uniforms and photos of the deceased O'Harah brothers. Miss O'Harah became hysterical and began to scream at myself and Constable Hall ordering us to leave. I sought to restrain her. Tommy O'Harah attacked Constable Hall with a shovel and knocked him unconscious. I drew my service revolver in self defence. I told Tommy O'Harah to drop the shovel. Tommy O'Harah swung at me with the shovel landing a blow which sent me to the floor. I fired my service revolver fatally wounding Tommy O'Harah in the chest. I subdued and handcuffed Miss O'Harah. I then sought assistance from neighbours. Miss O'Harah was admitted to the Base Hospital and confined under section 21 of the Mental Health Act. The Resident Doctor then assessed her and advised that she was suffering from a condition known as 'Dementia praecox' A special sitting of the local Magistrates Court will be held at the Base Hospital to rule upon what will be done with Miss O'Harah.
I placed the report down and felt a slow burning anger which was quickly turning to rage at the stupidity of the authorities. I thought of how my Grandmother was confined like a criminal. Anger griped my heart, no lets face it this was more of a primal rage. I walked down to Campbell Parade and then along the coast path to Bronte and back to North Bondi letting the sea assuage my anger. After rounding the heads at Tamarama for the second time I felt calm enough to return home.
The Beechworth file contained Florence's admission details; she was presented in a mute catatonic state and remained that way for the next two years. They hit her with a cocktail of drugs which only pushed her deeper into a state of mute despair.
On November 11th 1918 the Armistice was declared and the War was over. Beechworth held celebrations long into the night as the populace rejoiced in the end of hostilities. The next afternoon a telegram arrived at the Asylum with the news that Patrick Flannan had died of wounds in an English hospital. The notes state that it was decided to withhold the news from her till she showed signs of improvement. Three months later they told her and she plunged deeper into gloom. Florence stayed in this limbo of the lost unresponsive to any treatment until January 1921.
A new Psychiatric Registrar arrives a Doctor Leopold Groddeck, Florence's future husband. In 1969 Leopold was offered a Knighthood, for recognition of the work he had done with returned Veterans. Leopold turned the Knighthood down due to his wife's Fenian ancestry.
Dr Groddeck took her off the drugs and left her alone for three months. He then stated intensive psychoanalytic sessions which occurred twice a week for a year. Florence responded to this new treatment and by the end of 1922 she was released back into the community.
I put the file down and picked up the Bellbird file. It appeared that she had relapses into an acute depressive state requiring hospitalisation during the forties, fifties and sixties. I have memories of my Grandmother disappearing during my childhood and the anxiety it produced in my mother. No particular regime of drugs or electroshock was prescribed. Grandfather was a firm believer in the talking cure and its healing affects.
I opened the envelop with Leopold's letter addressed to me.
I put the letter down. I was tired after this night of emotional and historical conflict. With the dawn unfolding on the horizon I experienced an intense feeling of compassion for my Grandmother. I looked out the window and watched the sun illuminate Bondi Beach.