“Queerest assortment of vehicles imaginable”- direct quote from the personal narrative of Miss Constance Bell, who volunteered at Victoria General Hospital.
(See: Personal Narrative of Miss Constance Bell, #117, MG1 vol 2124, Archibald MacMechan Fonds, Nova Scotia Archives, Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada.)
The “black rain” is a well-documented phenomenon. Victims showed up at hospital covered in a tarry black substance, possibly carbon from the explosives. Pieces of metal also fell from the sky, many of them bits and pieces of Mont-Blanc.
Another observation from the personal narrative of Miss Constance Bell. While Miss Bell did not describe a trail of blood, other survivors note other carts, wagons, and trucks dripping blood along the streets.
Stretchers crowding halls and lining up in the sidewalks, glass on the floors, and the man who woke up in a temporary morgue are all true stories from observers at Victoria General Hospital.
“There was little groaning or complaining, and apart from the occasional crying of the wounded babies and little children, an almost uncanny quiet pervaded the wards and available spaces of the hospital.”
(See: My Return to Hospital, #204, MG1 vol 2124, Archibald MacMechan fonds, Nova Scotia Archives, Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada.)
“I haven’t heard my little girl for some time. Is she asleep” “Yes, I think she’s asleep.” This exchange occurred between an unnamed woman with her eyes bandaged, and Mrs. Arthur Nagle, as related in Mrs. Nagle’s personal narrative.
(See: Personal Narrative of Mrs. Arthur Nagle, #206, MG1 vol 2124, Archibald MacMechan fonds, Nova Scotia Archives, Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada.)
“All the wounds were very dirty with powdered as well as large pieces of glass, cinders, plaster and dirt. It was almost incomprehensible to turn back the patient’s clothing and find these large pieces of glass, cinders, etc., driven through the clothing and into the flesh.” From the personal narrative of Miss Emily Brown, of Providence, Rhode Island, who worked at the Camp Hill Hospital.
(See: Personal Narrative of Miss Emily Brown, #118, MG1 vol 2124, Archibald MacMechan fonds, Nova Scotia Archives, Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada.)
“So many of the wounds were sewed up without being cleaned or even the large pieces of glass removed” from the personal narrative of Miss Emily Brown, of Providence, Rhode Island, who worked at
the Camp Hill Hospital.
(See: Personal Narrative of Miss Emily Brown, #118, MG1 vol 2124, Archibald MacMechan fonds, Nova Scotia Archives, Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada.)
People really did live the rest of their lives with blue tattoos from their wounds.
“...this heavy black rain came, as we call it; I hear it was powder. We were right in it. It covered our skin. See this tiny little spot? That’s it!”
(See: Dillman, Leighton. #4, 2007-066 vol 001, Janet Kitz fonds, Nova Scotia Archives, Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada.)
The exact description of windows bending inwards “like jib sails” is found in multiple narratives.
While the events depicted in this walk are true, and we have endeavoured to represent them as factually as possible, it is important to note that the characters are fictional. As such, small details about their personal lives may not be accurate. These characters have been created from the remembrances of real people, and drawn from the communities present in Halifax in December of 1917.