Wayne Chan, a research computer analyst, makes for an unlikely historian.
This University of Manitoba alumnus and staff member, who is normally focused on data analysis at the Centre for Earth Observation Science, turned his curiosity toward the forgotten pandemic of 1918-19. During his investigations, Chan [BSc/93, BA/00] uncovered little-known stories of rural Manitobans forever changed by the Spanish Flu.
These excerpts from his recent article in the Manitoba Historical Society’s Prairie History journal bring to life a hardship and a hope to which we can all now better relate. Putting pen to paper is something everyone should consider, he insists.
“You may believe that your personal observations of life during COVID-19 are mundane,” writes Chan, “but they may be invaluable to historians years from now. The future will thank you for your efforts.”
The pandemic was a trial by fire for medical staff who were just starting their careers. Twenty-year-old Evelina Adams was a nurse in Neepawa when the flu arrived. When the second wave hit in the spring of 1919, she was sent to the farm of Arthur Murray, whose eight children were stricken. Worst off was 14-year-old Kenneth, who had developed pneumonia. As Evelina recalled in 1982, “The boy was very ill, and in those days we did not have antibiotics to fight this condition; the doctor and I did our best but after two days and one terrible night he died.” Over 60 years later, Kenneth’s sister Norma remained grateful for the help of Evelina and the doctors who tried to save her brother: “Even at this late date we remember and we thank them with all our hearts,” she said in 1983.
Many survivors recalled their local doctor working night and day during the pandemic. Ethel Bruce’s husband, Dr. Edwin Bruce, was the physician for Swan River Valley. When Ethel was interviewed in 1978, at the age of 97, she remembered that “… he was scarcely ever at home, but went from one house to another, keeping in touch by telephone. At one time he was three days and nights without sleep, and would have to get out of the car and run up and down the road to keep awake so that he would not end up in the ditch.”
The amount of loss within single families was sometimes staggering. In the former RM of Boulton, just west of Riding Mountain National Park, Louis Halwas lost his wife Marie and all five of his children, aged between one and 10, in the span of three awful days in early 1919. All are buried in Freefield Cemetery. These situations were unfortunately far from rare—numerous town histories mentioned families that suffered multiple losses. It is difficult to see how anyone could have overcome these devastating losses, but Louis Halwas soldiered on, remarried a year later, and began a new family. His descendants continue to live in the Riding Mountain area.
Not only did families have to deal with the loss of their loved ones, they had to act as undertakers on occasion. Michael and Anna Chorney and their eight children had emigrated from Poland to settle in the Beausejour area in 1904. Like countless other families, tragedy struck the Chorneys in 1918. As related by Josephine Naaykens (née Modrzejewski), “On November 24, 1918, the Chorneys lost two children. Roman, a young man of 22 years, died at 5 p.m. and Olga, age 18, died that same evening at 11 p.m. With so many people ill and no undertaker at the time, the pioneers had to take care of their own loved ones. Michael built the coffins with the help of the Modrzejewski family. Anna had to dress them and they both laid their children away. Their graves were dug by the family and their loved ones were lowered to their resting places. They did not cover the graves immediately because another child, Teenie, was also very ill at the time and they thought perhaps she too would die. However, her fever broke and the family went back to the graveyard and covered Roman’s and Olga’s graves.”
Simply staying warm was an issue when the entire household was ill. John McRae, who was eight or nine at the time and living in the Melita area, recalled, “In those days there was no such thing as automatically controlled heating systems in the homes and the coal and wood burning stoves and furnaces had to be replenished and ashes removed by hand whether you were sick or well, and in the case of the farm families, coal had to be hauled from town by horse drawn sleighs. When, as sometimes happened, all or most of the members of a family were sick at the same time, just keeping warm was a problem and if there was livestock to look after on a farm it served to compound the problems to be overcome.”
Modern life has often been decried for the loss of social cohesion within communities; so, it has been heartening to hear stories of neighbours coming together during the COVID-19 crisis. This was certainly true in the last pandemic. In a history of the former RM of Silver Creek, Evelyn Avery said, “… that was when the word ‘neighbourliness’ had its true meaning. When whole families were sick in bed, there was always a neighbour or neighbours who would bring homemade soup, bread, and other foods for those who were ill, and care for them, and the menfolk looked after the farm animals, then when that family recovered, they in turn did these neighbourly tasks for another family who was ill.” There were even cases where children who were orphaned by the pandemic were adopted by neighbours.
The influenza pandemic claimed more lives than the First World War did, and some who managed to survive the front lines were cruelly taken by the disease on their return home. While flying a bombing mission over France, Stonewall’s Lt. Alan McLeod and observer Lt. Arthur Hammond were attacked by eight German fighter planes. They managed to shoot down three of them before both men were wounded and their Armstrong Whitworth biplane caught fire. The aircraft crashed, but Alan was able to drag Hammond to safety. For his actions, Alan was awarded the Victoria Cross. He returned to Stonewall a hero, only to die of the flu a little over a month later on Nov. 6, 1918. He was 19.