Xmas in Hospital: Christmas Carols


Today’s Christmas-scene-from-a-book is a look at carol-singing on hospital wards, a tradition that continues although carol-singing in other contexts is less common.

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The Plague and I by Betty MacDonald

published 1948


Plague and I Christmas Carols


[The author is in a TB ward in Washington State in the USA in the 1930s. It is Christmas]

We drank hot chocolate, talked and laughed furtively and listened to the clear sweet voices of carollers coming up the drive.

There were several groups of carollers and they wandered around the grounds stopping by the porches and under the windows and singing all the lovely familiar Christmas songs… They were apparently volunteers from church groups or good-hearted local people, for their voices were untrained and discorded occasionally in a homely, friendly way.

As they moved around the grounds the songs came to us now loud, now faint like songs from a campfire or over still water on a summer evening. When they sang under the windows of our ward, the melody was interwoven with sounds of deep sorrow, weeping and long broken sighs, for some of the  patients were spending the second, third, even sixth Christmas away from home and a few knew they would never be home for Christmas.

But in spite of wet snow and thick dark the carollers sang with spirit and vigour, and ‘Joy to the World’ came streaming joyously in every open window and soon drowned out the sighs and strangled sobbing, When the carollers left, the ward was perfectly still, frosted with peace and good will.

commentary: I read (and blogged on) this book last year, at the suggestion of my friend Lissa Evans: it was one of four books about TB sanatoria that I read in quick succession: each more horrifying than the last one. The Plague and I is relatively light-hearted and meant to be entertaining, but at its heart is a huge desperate sadness – it deals with incurable (at that time) terminal illness. The treatment offered was dispiriting and hard to bear, and everyone there is separated from their families.

Not a spoiler: Betty MacDonald recovered, and went on to write The Egg and I, a phenomenal bestseller in 1940s America.

And this moment at Christmas is both touching and hopeful. This is exactly why I love descriptions of Christmas carol singing in books….

The picture is from the Athenaeum website, by Nikolai Pimonenko.










Comments

  1. Oh, I remember your other post on this one, Moira. And I remember that I really enjoyed the book when I read it years ago. I'd forgotten about the Christmas connection, but, of course, it's there. I agree with you that it's got a light touch; at the same time, though, there is a lot of sadness to it. I especially remember how sad it is that so many people in Betty's former life cannot relate to her - I got a real sense of loneliness in parts of the book.

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    1. I know - although she tries to be positive and amusing, there is a deep vein of sadness there, and the thought of being banished to a hospital like that is unthinkable to modern readers.

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  2. Don't forget that Betty also wrote the Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle books, still favorite bedtime reading after all these years.

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    1. Great childhood favourites in the USA - although much less known in the UK.

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  3. Another one to pass on. Hopefully we'll have some more books in common next year!

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    1. I'll try to go more noir - after all, you made a big effort with female authors this year!

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    1. I know. The whole business of sanatoriums just jumps into my mind now again, after all that reading I did, and it is always a puzzle. Deadly disease, best of intentions - but was it really necessary? Who knows...

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  5. I never thought of caroling in hospital wards, although that is certainly something that would be appreciated, I assume. This one is especially moving, with the carolers walking through the grounds of the institution.

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    1. I know, it is a very atmospheric idea isn't it? I don't have any kind of singing voice at all, so I don't do it, but there is certainly carol-singing every year at the hospital near me. I was meeting one of my friends last week, and we had to fix the time so she could go singing first...

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