ARRIVAL IN ANTWERP.
Shortly after leaving Boom, the sounds of war died out entirely, and one
felt that there was at least one haven of safety in Belgium. About
half-past one in the night we entered the Bassins, a station near the
docks of Antwerp. We thanked the good “Chef” heartily and paid the
station-master to accompany the party of five with a lantern to our
destination. He did so, and on we walked the whole length of the
Boulevard to the Palace of Justice.
Antwerp, the chief port of Belgium, the center of the railroad and canal
systems, lay enshrouded in a cloak of darkness. Not the faintest glimmer
of light was to be seen in the sky or on the land. Aside from this,
there was not the slightest appearance of war, or of any disturbance
whatever in the city.
At half-past two on Wednesday morning, September 30, hungry and utterly
exhausted after the experience of the foregoing week, we rang at the
residence of Madame Broelinckx, mother of one of the Sisters of our
company. This lady and her daughters received us with the greatest
hospitality. They provided food and sleeping apartments, and left
nothing undone to make our visit as pleasant and agreeable as could be
under the circumstances. About three o’clock we retired for a few hours’
rest, regardless of the dangerous Zeppelins which could have been flying
over our heads. Next day we visited some of the magnificent churches in
the city. These were filled to overflowing with pious worshipers at
every service.
In the Church of the Jesuits, which we attended, it was difficult to
find a seat, so great were the throngs who attended the evening
devotions. The front seats were reserved for the convalescent soldiers,
who attended in large numbers. It was so sad to see them. Some limped
along on crutches; some with their broken arms in slings; while others
had their heads and hands bandaged. Every door that opened or closed
caused a shock, as if the bombs and cannon balls had followed us from
Willebroeck.
We had never heard more zeal in the sermons, more confidence in the
prayers, or more fervor in the responses, in which the entire
congregation joined. We shall never, never forget that week of prayer in
Antwerp.
In such circumstances, when the courage is about to fail at the approach
of an inevitable doom which no human power can resist, then will the
most haughty and indifferent fall on their knees and pray.
A day or two after our arrival in Antwerp, in company with the Misses
Broelinckx, we visited the scenes of the Zeppelin raid which had taken
place a few weeks before. It was sad to witness the damage done to those
massive stone buildings. In some of them there was not a particle of
glass to be seen in any of the window frames, while immense blocks of
stone had been blown out of the walls. Bolts, knobs and bells were torn
out of their places and the door demolished. One building looked as if
it had been picked all over with a crowbar, while in some places pieces
of the bomb had forced their way through the walls.
It was said in Antwerp that the bomb which fell back of the Boom street
was aimed at the Palace of Justice, which is just at the corner of this
street. It was also stated that the aim taken by the enemy in throwing
this bomb was only one millimeter from being perfect. If so, it
deflected the difference of a whole block before it reached the ground.
Either nine or eleven bombs were said to have been thrown by Zeppelins
in Antwerp long before the bombardment of that city. Not one, however,
reached its destination, and only damaged the buildings and killed or
wounded a few innocent residents.
On returning we met two Sisters and a large number of orphan children,
who left Willebroeck on the same day that we did. These Sisters, though
similar to our own in some respects, had constant charge of the sick in
the village hospital, which was founded and supported by the wealthy and
charitable Lady of the Castle of Willebroeck, Madame De Naeyer. Besides
a number of invalids, there were about one hundred orphan children in
this institution when the bombardment of the village began.
One of the Sisters said, that while carrying the invalids from their
beds into the cellar, bombs were flying horizontally through the walls.
One old woman was killed and another wounded. These two Sisters then
departed with the orphans and knew not what had become of the others.
At the urgent request of our kind hostess, and also in hope of receiving
news from Willebroeck, or from the Sisters with whom we had parted in
Boom, we decided to remain over Sunday. The beginning of the following
week passed uneventfully. One of our younger Sisters joined us during
the week, but had little to relate, not having heard from Willebroeck
since our departure.
Greatly desiring to hear something from the Convent, I resolved to ride
over to Aertselaar with the milkmaid, as all the trains in this
direction had ceased to run, and no other conveyance could be found. I
went down to the park with Miss Broelinckx and waited until the good
woman had sold all her milk, after which I climbed into the little wagon
and we rode hastily in the direction of the city gates. When but a few
yards from the large green “port” or gate, while waiting a few moments
at a store, we were overtaken by Miss Broelinckx, who had hurried after
us to announce that she had met the Reverend Superior and a large number
of Sisters, who had entered the city en route for Holland or England.
With unconcealed joy at the thought of meeting our Sisters again, I bade
adieu to the milkmaid and retraced my steps back to the house where our
friends were assembled. After lunch, complications having arisen as to
their departure for England, the Sisters, about fifteen in number,
decided to remain in the city for at least a few days. Some of them took
up their residence with relatives, while the others found refuge in some
of the convents in the city. It was arranged to hold a union meeting in
a room adjoining the Jesuit Church, at which all were requested to be
present, every day.
One of our party was quite despondent, owing to the fact that she had
entirely lost track of her aged parents, who had left Mechelen during
the bombardment of that city. A day or two later, while going to church,
she had the pleasure of meeting her father on the street. He and his
wife had come to Antwerp a few days before. They had found it necessary
to change their place of residence nine times within one month. Mingled
joy and sadness was felt a day or two later, when the Rev. Mother
Superior visited the Sisters at the home of Madame Broelinckx and
described the condition of affairs at Willebroeck.
With the Sisters whom we had left in Boom, she had gone to Aertselaar,
where eight or ten of the older Sisters were staying. This town, quite a
distance from the city, was considered perfectly safe. However, owing to
the rapid approach of the enemy and the destruction of some of the
fortresses, this place also became untenable. The City of Boom was
evacuated and the bridge blown up a day or two after we left
Willebroeck. Three days later all the refugees in Aertselaar were
commanded to leave. This compelled the Reverend Superior to take the
elder Sisters, some of them hardly able to walk on account of age and
debility, to the City of Antwerp. With great difficulty she had found a
rude conveyance of some kind and rode on to the “port” of the city. When
they reached the large gate it was discovered that the passports were
not in perfect order, consequently the Sisters were not allowed to
enter.
Having found a resting-place for the others, Reverend Mother entered the
city. After a short conference, she rode back to the Sisters and we saw
her no more. While with us she told of her narrow escape at the Convent
in Willebroeck the day after the Sisters left.
On September 30, having left her charges in safety in Aertselaar, she
rode back again to Willebroeck, where three Sisters yet remained. The
next day the cannonade was terrific.
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