A postscript to the photo of Maurice Gould’s grave in the previous post. This story is well told in Peter Hassall’s own words, those of the incomparable Michael Ginns MBE, deportee and chronicler of the Occupation years and Mike Bisson’s immense work of local reference Jerripedia. If you follow that last link you will find photos of all three young men involved.
On 3rd May 1942 late in the evening, Dennis Audrain, Peter Hassall and Michael Gould set sail for France. All were mere teenagers. The Island was by then of course under military occupation. The lads had access to their small boat only because of a fishing permit. Almost immediately the boat ran into rough waters and capsized. Audrain was drowned, the other two swam ashore to be arrested by the Military Police. They were carrying photographs of German defences and were therefore assured of harsh treatment.
Later that month the pair were taken to a German concentration camp Hinzert where they were tortured and beaten over a long period, as well as working 12-hour days on starvation rations. In July 1942 they were transferred to Wittlich where a severely weakened Gould died of TB. Before he died, Hassall promised that he would not leave Gould in Germany.
In June 1944 Hassall was tried in Breslau on charges of espionage. He had no defense lawyer. He was found guilty, sentenced to death, but because of his youth this sentence was suspended and he was put to work in Swidnica, Poland. Finally he was moved to Hirschberg until, on 8th May 1945, the lone warder simply opened the gates.
Peter finally returned to Jersey months later. For over fifty years, and despite moving to Canada, he made efforts to fulfill his promise to Maurice Gould. Finally, on 3rd May 1997 (55 years to the day since the escape attempt) Gould’s remains were re-interred at Howard Davis Park.
Peter Hassall died in 1999.
Most weekday mornings and evenings I walk through this park to and from work. It is on the fringes of St Helier. I am always impressed with the hard work, dedication and care that the gardening staff show, but right now, in the springtime, it is a picture.
I wrote of the interesting history of the park in October 2010.
First of all, a bit of fun – a couple of ‘then and now’ shots. The first one is (I believe) from shortly after the park opened to the public in 1938 and I think it has been colourised. (Photo credit to Jerripedia). The second is from much the same angle today.
So onto the main gallery where you can see the Allied War Cemetery, the formal gardens (looking a bit bare), exterior and interior shots of the billiard room, the only remaining bit of the original property ‘Plaisance’, a silhouette of George V with the mast of ‘Westward’ behind him, the Merton Hotel (in the ‘then’ shot above) and a general selection of shots, the final one with St Luke’s Church as the backdrop.
You’ll notice, top right, the grave of Maurice Gould. He is part of one of Jersey’s Occupation ‘escape’ stories which I will relate at some point.
Happy to say that my fifth novel is now available for Amazon Kindle. Paperback coming soon.
It is, of course, a sequel to my first novel Barry. That first book was written before I even learnt that there was method in writing stories. I wonder if this one is an improvement after years of practice, absorption of advice and mixing with other indie authors.
As I did the final read through it struck me how multi-toned the story is. It was meant to be fairly earnest but I couldn’t resist having fun with my older Irish couple. I was pleased to see that each of my characters have individual quirks and/or issues, without me having planned them. These characters colourise the story around the main protagonists Barry and Lara who are, by contrast, always strong and reliable.
And I wonder if readers will feel the latent menace in the Miere sub-plot, or whether I’ve failed in that?
And did I rush the ending? Could I have strung it out, built the suspense?
Anyway, it’s out there to either fly or to crash and burn. I hope you give it a try.
The round tower at First Tower, St Helier, many years ago. Note the water tower atop the original structure.
The round tower from much the same angle today. Where did the water tower go?
There it is! Someone nicked it and I found it up their drive.
Edit Apr 2016 – A friend reports that she spoke to an old lady at the property recently. She related that her grandfather had the tower transported (she doesn’t know when or how) to the present site when it had fallen out of use. He had a use for it for his nearby commercial greenhouses. (Further edits if and when possible.)