Thursday, 19 January 2012

70 years ago today

On January 19th 1942, Japanese troops sailed into Sandakan Harbour in Borneo, taking prisoner the men, women and children of 'unfriendly nations'. Among those interned was my mother, aged two and a half, and my grandparents. My mother and grandmother were to remain prisoners until September 11th 1945, when the camp was liberated by Australian troops. My grandfather had died earlier that same year, after being caught helping to bring news of the war into the camp in a bid to boost prisoner morale. I first heard the story of their interment from my grandmother when I was a small child. Adventure stories of survival, of little moments of hope, Christmases in the camp, my mother learning to write with a stick in the sand. It wasn't until years later that I came to know the bigger, more brutal picture of what went on.

One of the prisoners was Agnes Keith, a US writer, whose book Three Came Home gives her account of what happened during those three years. It was later made into a film starring Claudette Colbert, which you watch on YouTube, here. The little girl with plaits at the end of the film, who goes to the Commandant's house in his car? Is an actor playing my mother, Susie.

So many versions of what happened have survived, more than you might expect. Fastidiously factual accounts from the British officers, recording food rations and punishments. Terrifying accounts by British soldiers, many of whom were starved or beaten to death. Hopeful, grateful accounts by civilian internees who survived to return home.

I am still piecing together all the versions of what happened, and would hesitate to say which is true, or truer, than another. I think every version has its place - including the happy adventure stories told to me as a child - perhaps because the Story is bigger than the tellers but at the same time it is their story, their stories.

You can read a non-fiction piece I wrote for Foto8 about the discovery of the Japanese propaganda photo (above), here. I wrote a guest blog about researching family history, here. And I supported a Red Cross campaign last year, where I wrote specifically about what the Red Cross means to me (their parcels kept my mother alive, but also killed a man), here. The latter site seems to be temporarily unavailable, but hopefully it will be back up soon.

I'd love to hear from other bloggers, about your experiences with family history and the stories that are woven from it.




8 comments:

JO said...

You have a great story here. I hope it's not too painful for you, researching it.

Jarmara Falconer said...

I have spent over 25 years reseaching my family history. To me what I love more is how it brings history alive to those of us who didn't live through it whether it been 10 years ago or 100 years ago. You live it through the eyes of your flesh and blood.

What an amazing story thank you for sharing it with us.

Derek said...

Our heritage is so important, not just for what happened, but also for what it represents to us and others. I'm sure you'll have the material there for something that gives us an insight into the human psyche. It's a message from history that allows the dead to speak.

Sarah Hilary said...

Many thanks, Jo. I felt compelled to research it, despite the painful aspects of discovering the suffering involved, for my family and so many others.

Sarah Hilary said...

Thanks, Jamara, and I agree - it's about keeping the history alive, the legacy of the stories.

Sarah Hilary said...

Thanks, Derek. I have written a longish short story (ficton) based on the history, but hope one day to develop it into a novel.

Maxine said...

Thank you for this story. We have recently been finding out about a similar story in our own family. It is very moving and amazing how much people coped with - both during and after.

Sarah Hilary said...

Thanks, Maxine. I hope your family research is going well. It's amazing how much information you can find, once you start digging.