The Drummond sisters were born and raised on the Clarence River in Australia.
Early in the 20th Century they lived in Berlin, Germany, and worked for the opera company there, for many years.
When war broke out in 1914, they were ‘trapped’ for some time – Behind Enemy Lines. This is their story, in their own words.
The Wait Continues
‘Lute’ continues the sisters’ story of their plight of being – Behind Enemy Lines
Wednesday, August 19th– if ever anything was like unto Job’s messengers of misfortune then are the present declarations of war. Fancy, I can hardly believe my eyes! But Japan is taking sides against Germany! And they have been treated splendidly here- quite on an equality with the Germans themselves.
What can Japan take from Germany? She only has Kiao-Chao in China, and Samoa not far from us. Everything seems a hopeless muddle, and sometimes when these fresh ultimatums come tumbling in we wonder if we will ever survive to tell the tale.
However, neither we nor our one ot two British friends have suffered even the slightest inconvenience as yet, either from police or people. In fact, the tradespeople, glad to get our money, are very good to us, so our gloomy thoughts generally dissolve themselves quicker almost than they form.
The Japanese Embassy was guarded by mounted police last night, and the paper has asked the populace to be careful and not ill-treat this race, as they must remember how many thousands of Germans there are in the East at the mercy of this new enemy.
I think one must peer into the realms of psychology to discover the reason why Germany hasn’t one friend in the world. The English are spread over the whole globe, but nobody bears them this hate which all at once descended on the Germans.
They are aggressive- almost painfully so, that I can vouch for. Also they will never see that any other nation can have perhaps one good point. They think the whole world comes here to learn from them, and they laugh at the culture of other countries as if folly and stupidity were the peculiar properties of all non- German races. They all, like the ‘nouveau riche,’ have accumulated wealth and power quickly till it just blinded them to everything else but their own magnificence. Then they gave themselves airs, got quite unbearable, could always see ‘India’ looming ahead with its vast treasure and English rule. Now comes the day of reckoning- for them either Imperialism or mediocrity. Jean sums up the situation in a nut shell:’ Germany built up its navy- the ruling of the waves became its absorbing passion- now her pride will be her downfall.’ but really it’s quite pathetic how they love their navy- this dear little sister of its big army brother. If one little submarine gets destroyed, then the account is quite sad to read. The heading reads- “U21 never came back”. The accounts are always sure that these lively little fellows do their duty, which I dare say they do, before they go to Davy Jones’ locker. I’m sure if many were destroyed we’d all be quite miserable like attending innocent babies’ funerals.
I believe the work going on around Borkum and those coasts is prodigious. The grocer’s wife’s husband hadn’t written for ten days till this morning. He said that for two weeks they had only been able to have quarter of an hour sleeps, as they had been felling trees, putting towns further back and out of sight, and planting rows of cannon side by side all along the coast.
You know this war has its comical side, and that is England’s doings in Africa. One man calls it “higher intelligence” or vulgarly expressed “mean tricks”. But the limit was reached yesterday when on Lake Nyassa the English Government steamer captured the German ditto. We had to laugh- it sounded exactly as if Mr Whitty took Mr Brook’s launch. I suppose before the war these captains were good friends, and on each other’s visiting lists, as the white population in Nyassa must be scarce. Now one blows the other up, and Germany’s proud heart bleeds over the loss of another of her dearly beloved colonies. The loss, the paper adds, may only be temporary, as the war in Europe decides the ultimate fate of these oversea possessions.
To be continued