The lady with the pen Print E-mail
Written by Linda Hart, 2004   

The Crimean War in 1854 with its enormous death toll... a makeshift hospital with little medical equipment... a nurse visiting the wards at night to comfort the soldiers... founder of today's nursing profession... This was all I knew about Florence Nightingale (1820-1910). 

This year, the 150th anniversary of the Crimean War, seemed an appropriate time to learn more about a woman who is remembered and admired around the world. I intended to read a couple of biographies, to dig out some interesting aspects of Nightingale's life hidden behind the legendary stories of her work in the Crimea.

ImageBut there were far more biographies than I ever imagined - 50 to be precise - and I was soon on a steep learning curve.

I hadn't realised that Nightingale went to the Crimea, aged 34, after a 14-year struggle to break free from her family's expectations that she would marry, have children, pay social calls and attend balls. I had assumed that she'd been nursing all her life when asked by the Government to set up a hospital in the middle of a war zone, but she'd had only 18 months of experience.

I didn't know that most of the soldiers at the Barrack Hospital at Scutari died from disease (due to overcrowding, lack of ventilation, appalling sanitary conditions and vile food) and not from wounds received in battle. And it was her superb administrative skills that worked miracles there rather than any nursing skills. Perhaps most surprising: after returning from nearly two years in the Crimea, Florence Nightingale never did any nursing again.

Reading and writing

Instead, during the next 40 years she worked prodigiously as a writer, campaigner, adviser, statistician, journalist, correspondent and backroom politician. She did this despite a recurring illness, thought today to be brucellosis, which meant she was bedridden much of the time. But from her couch, for the next four decades, she read and researched, she investigated and analysed, she asked questions and demanded answers.

And she wrote books, pamphlets, memoranda, reports, essays and newspaper articles about housing, hygiene and medical care in the army; the design of hospitals and training of nurses; the causes of disease and poverty; district nursing and midwifery; social and economic conditions in India; mysticism and Eastern religion.

The great and the good - from prime ministers down - often called on her for information or advice, and received encouragement or admonishment. It is said that no viceroy would leave for India without paying a call on Miss Nightingale first. Her work had priority over everything else. She refused to see members of her family except occasionally, by appointment, and one at a time.

From her couch she wielded enormous power. To take just one example: she ensured that a Royal Commission was set up to examine sanitary conditions and mortality in the British army, and then played a key role by choosing the commission's members, drawing up its terms of reference, and writing 567 pages of evidence titled Notes Affecting the Health, Efficiency, and Hospital Administration of the British Army. She was determined that the conditions which led to so many deaths in the Crimean War would not happen again.

Historians disagree

But the more I read, the more I realised that for the past 30 years another war has been going on - over Florence Nightingale herself. It is not so much the facts of her life that are disputed - though there is some of that, and new information is always coming to light. No, it is her character that is in dispute.

There seems to have been another side to the saintly, heroic, compassionate lady with the lamp. I discovered that biographers and historians have claimed that she was impatient, vindictive, unbalanced, self-righteous, and have described her as a bullying martinet, a power-hungry meddler and a neurotic manipulator. Some of this was no doubt a natural reaction to all the years of adulation, and symptomatic of the modern tendency to knock heroes and heroines off their pedestals. Or was it?

I decided to go on a Florence Nightingale weekend with Holts Tours. We would hear lectures by Nightingale experts, go to museums in London, Aldershot and Southampton, and visit her childhood home and burial place in Hampshire. As 30 of us assembled on the first evening, I learned that tour leader Pat Martin is a member of the Goodwin Sands WI in Deal, Kent.

She and her husband have been leading Holts Tours for 20 years, most of them abroad at First and Second World War sites. But Pat is also a retired nurse and wanted to commemorate Nightingale's time in the Crimea with a tour devoted to her. So she devised this superb weekend programme of speakers and visits.

In his introductory talk Alex Attewell, director of the Florence Nightingale Museum, stressed the importance of her radical nonconformist family background and her education. As a result, "By 1854 she was already an extraordinary woman, able to create an independent career for herself. This was rare at that time."

The next day, at Embley Park School, once the Nightingale home on a large estate near the New Forest, headmaster David Chapman led us round the house and grounds. We saw the former drawing room where Florence spent so many unhappy hours as the dutiful daughter, enduring the boredom of country house life. "There is nothing like the tyranny of a good English family," she wrote in 1851.

Across the hall was the room where Mr Nightingale, using a strict timetable, taught Florence grammar and composition, Greek and Latin, history and mathematics, music and modern languages. "She was both determined and infuriating," said the headmaster.

"But you had to be that way if you were refusing to carry on the lifestyle of the English gentry. She could rebel because of the education her father gave her, so this room is very important. It's also the room where she turned down four proposals of marriage. After 15 years of pitched battles with her parents, she began to lead an independent life with a £500 annual allowance from her father."