Finding the grave

This is also a substack post. Late last year I finally got down to writing a chapter where my character Sarah visits a cemetery in Northern France where her brother is buried. He was killed in the First World War. When I began planning how the visit would unfold, I luckily had a very clear map, (see above) and from the Commonwealth War Graves Commission was able to download a listing of all the 1,997 soldiers buried there. But where would he be? What part of the cemetery?

From the map you can see it is divided into 9 sections marked with roman numerals. Funnily enough there is no section 9 but I quickly realised that I couldn’t just pick any section. It had to be where real-life soldiers of Eddie’s battalion, the 45th would have been buried. And after studying the excel sheet I realised that the country and the date of death were also a factor. 

Importantly, even though this is Dernancourt Communal Cemetery Extension and the two battles of Dernancourt were fought in March and April of 1918, there were many other soldiers from Australia, New Zealand and the United Kingdom buried there from nearby battles, sometimes two years previously and up to the war’s end. 

How was I going to work out the most likely section for Eddie? I started making notes of the different battalions that were buried in each section working through the list alphabetically but I could see that this was going to take forever. I also had Sarah’s friends, Randolph and Clarissa wandering around with her trying to find their nephew who was from the 48th. Two battalions to watch out for.

Of course, I didn’t want them finding Eddie and I didn’t want him found too soon as dramatically I needed the tension and the distress of seeing all the headstones affect all three characters. But how could I work it? I finally come up with the idea of reorganising the excel sheet by section. This gave me a sort of virtual reality tour of what all my characters would find section by section. The name, the dates and the battalions.

It quickly became apparent that soldiers buried in the sections on the left-hand side of the cemetery where Randolph and Clarissa are searching, were killed much earlier in the war. Just as Sarah begins to realise, as she wanders through the later sections, VI, VII, and VIII, that she is going to be the one to find Eddie. 

With all this new information, including what was on the headstones and some of the inscriptions, the scene began to take shape and I realised that this was becoming a major chapter in the novel. The denouement in fact. (When I had only planned for it to be a fleeting incident.) I hope I have done the scene justice. Especially for those people who have actually gone to visit an overseas cemetery where a family member is buried.

My twitter community and why they are so important to me.

I went to the #NewyTwistmas party at Honeysuckle Thursday night attended by 60 plus and had a wonderful time meeting fellow peeps, most for the first time. I chatted to so many interesting people, including @CCLETS a dedicated potter, @whereismymuse a poet and @kimcoo and her husband who are relationship counsellors. It is a community that know me as a writer. That’s who I am – @lakelady2282, BookCrosser, author, amateur photographer. I tweet photos and the progress of my WWI novel The Grey Silk Purse. I also tweet/retweet about books, writing and history. That’s me!

To my friends and family, I am something else. With my family I’m mum and grandma. With my girlfriends I’m just a single woman in my fifties complaining about the lack of interesting men. (I have this theory that 75% of the single male population in their forties and fifties have been beamed to another planet and nobody’s noticed. But that’s another story.) My friends know I write but I don’t think they are aware of how much my writing means to me and in that sense they don’t know me.

My twitter people do. My wonderful Crossing Paths publisher @SkiveMagazine knows how important writing is to me and I love tweeting about his mag. The latest edition is an erotica collection so peeps get out there and buy it. Also @drdrdr09 knows. He became aware of how much I was agonising over finding an historically accurate way to get my main character from Le Havre to Salonika, late 1917 (avoiding submarines and nasty Germans). I tweeted in frustration to my twitter community and he stepped into the breach (WWI speak) and we had a fun time tweeting back and forth.

In my “normal” life, I mentioned to my friends the other day that I was having trouble with my epilogue. There was dead silence and then a change of conversation. In all fairness what can most non-writers say to such a statement? Some people would suggest a writing group. After all you get to sit down with “real” people and discuss writing problems but I’ve tried a few groups and they weren’t for me. (I once joined a screenplay writing group and one of the participants said, “I hate writing dialogue. Do you think that will be a problem for me?” She was serious). I didn’t go back.

For me twitter is my writing group, my photography group, my friends group, my “did you hear they found the cave from Island of the Blue Dolphins?” group. It is my arts world in a way that Facebook (that funny other social media with all the thumbs up things) has never been. It is where I’m lakelady2282 and it’s where on Friday morning I tweeted I had lost my job. I didn’t message my friends. I still – as of writing this article – haven’t posted it to Facebook. Without thinking I just tweeted. It was the community that I wanted to tell.

It’s a mystery

After posting my last blog a mystery has developed. On Saturday 13th July I spent the day at the Mitchell, after first viewing the World Press photos and the SMH Photos1440 http://www.sl.nsw.gov.au/events/exhibitions/2010/photos_1440/items/image05.html I went carefully through A History of the Scottish Women’s Hospitals by Eva Shaw McLaren looking for a reference to the tragedy at the Ostrovo Unit. Nothing. Just a mention of the unit being moved. Now I know from our excellent historian Susanna De Vries’s book Heroic Australian Women in War, in a chapter on Agnes Bennett and Lilian Cooper, that the skeleton staff of the unit were massacred by the Bulgarians and our very own Miles Franklin was referenced. I am waiting for my local library to get a copy of De Vries book that features Miles Franklin – The Complete Book of Great Australian Women for more details.

In the meantime I decided to go back again yesterday to the Mitchell and had a very interesting day. I went through two old directories (1914 and 1919) of the Newcastle, Cessnock, Maitland districts and also leafed through Flora Sandes’s two autobiographies. Sandes was the first woman to be commissioned as an officer in the Serbian Army. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flora_Sandes I also went through Stebbing’s At the Serbian Front in Macedonia – again no details of the massacre of the unit. The mystery deepens.

Lastly I went through the 1917 diary of Miles Franklin which proved to be fascinating – particularly descriptions of the camp. Matron was a terror evidently and the work in the kitchen exhausting. Unfortunately I ran out of time to read the 1918 diaries but am  looking forward to reading the chapter on MF in De Vries’s book and delving deeper into what happened to the unit.