kjharris Posted 25 January , 2015 Share Posted 25 January , 2015 Australian newspapers during WW1 have quite a lot of references to British nurses who looked after Australian sick and wounded. For example, at the link below is a photo of a British nurse with patients in Malta cNovember 1915. "The sister sitting down is the best, bravest, and sweetest nurse we have. We simply love her." 1915 'AUSTRALIAN SOLDIERS. IN HOSPITAL IN LONDON.', The Cumberland Argus and Fruitgrowers Advocate (Parramatta, NSW : 1888 - 1950), 13 November, p. 3, viewed 25 January, 2015, http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article86101802 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
petestarling Posted 26 January , 2015 Share Posted 26 January , 2015 Malta was the 'Nurse of the Mediterranean' and there were many hospitals throughout the island to look after casualties from Gallipoli. There are some British military nurses buried on the island who died during the First World War. Pete Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pat geary Posted 26 January , 2015 Share Posted 26 January , 2015 Hi Kate, My Grandmother was a nurse during the war and spent part of her time on hospital ships in the Mediterranean. After she retired she wrote a series of articles about here experiences for the R.V.H. League of Nurses Magazine (the RVH is the Royal Victoria Hospital in Belfast). In one of them she had this to say: "Twice we carried a load of Australians who had been invalided out of the Service, to Alexandria, for transit by train to Suez, and thence home in their own ship. They were a lively crowd. On our first trip, out of the five hundred on board, a hundred and fifty were minus a leg, and five had lost both legs, but they didn't let such trivialities interfere with their amusements. They went all over the ship, from the engine room to as near the crow's nest as they could get, reporting periodically to us to have their injured stumps dressed. Any spare time they had was devoted to gambling; games of 'Housee' were constantly in session, and 'horse races' were run on the electric fans - each blade was marked with the name of a horse, the winner being the 'first passed the post' when the fan stopped. It was impossible to get through one's work in the ward without at least once accepting the invitation: 'Come on, Sister! Have a bit on the fan'. But only at the start had I any real trouble with them, and that was before I understood their lingo - and perhaps before they understood mine. It was part of my [duties] to check the Red Cross kits issued to each of them, and I accounted for all but one. This I could not trace. The Aussies were quite unable to make out what on earth I was worrying about, and I was equally at a loss to know what they were telling me - even when I implored them to speak English. Eventually I discovered the missing kit in the possession of a shell-shocked man who could speak only one word, and that was 'Beer'. When we got on terms I liked them enormously, despite their wildness. Our first convoy had a week or two to spend in Alexandria before continuing their journey, and they spent it a good deal more out of than in the hospitals to which they were allotted. One morning, another Sister and myself met a party of three apparent Aussies in the street, exhibiting symptoms of marked jois de vivre. We recognised two of them but the third was a stranger. His companions explained that he was a British Tommy whom they met in hospital, and they had just naturally dressed him up in Australian uniform and brought him out to show him a good time. Who can tell how much misery lay behind this light-hearted devilry? On each trip two Australian committed suicide. One, stopped while trying to get through a porthole, cut his throat in the night, though a special guard was beside his bed; another went quietly over the side of the ship and refused to see a life-buoy thrown to him. On a later trip, one of our British officers simply disappeared when we were in the middle of the Mediterranean. The only clues were a dressing-gown gone from a cabin and a pair of slippers with their toes pointed towards an open porthole. Our ship had to lie up once for a month in Alexandria, during which we did duty in local hospitals, and, incidentally, experienced the Khamsin - the fiery, sand-laden wind from the desert. Luckily it lasted only a day, during which even the electric fans blew as if they were set in a furnace, and helped to distribute the sand over and into everything. Much more agreeable was a trip to Cairo, where we met some of our Australian patients on holiday." It makes you want to laugh and cry at the same time. Pat Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kath Posted 26 January , 2015 Share Posted 26 January , 2015 Thanks for this, Pat. Kath. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
FROGSMILE Posted 26 January , 2015 Share Posted 26 January , 2015 Great post Pat. Very interesting. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kjharris Posted 8 February , 2015 Author Share Posted 8 February , 2015 Hi Pat, Apologies for not responding earlier and many thanks for your very interesting post. I would be most interested in your grandmother's name to see if she is on my database of nurses in the Mediterranean in 1915, and also to get a copy of the whole article. many thanks Kirsty Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest ClaireCEdwards Posted 19 May , 2015 Share Posted 19 May , 2015 Hello Kate I hope you can help me. In a letter written by my paternal grandfather to a young girl who had knitted him socks (in 1915) (long and lovely story) he told of his siblings that had scattered all over the world, including "a sister to Malta". The two brothers who went to Australia were "at the Dardanelles". One was wounded, and "after his most serious wound he was sent into hospital at Malta. Of course our sister soon found him and helped to nurse him back to health." What I was hoping is that you can help me identify which sister it was. The boys had 3 sisters: Edith Nelly Edwards; Florence Emma Edwards and Grace Beatrice Edwards. My grandfather and two other brothers went to South Africa. Thanks so much Claire Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kjharris Posted 25 May , 2015 Author Share Posted 25 May , 2015 Hi Claire Unfortunately I do not have a nurse nor any volunteers by any of those names in my databases which are only for Australian women who served. regards Kirsty Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest ClaireCEdwards Posted 27 May , 2015 Share Posted 27 May , 2015 Hi Kirsty Thanks, anyway. Regards Claire Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ghazala Posted 27 May , 2015 Share Posted 27 May , 2015 Thanks Pat. It does indeed make you feel melancholy. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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