Hilda Mary KNOX

KNOX, Hilda Mary

Service Number: Nurse
Enlisted: 28 November 1914, Melbourne, Victoria
Last Rank: Sister
Last Unit: Australian Army Nursing Service (WW1)
Born: Benalla, Victoria, Australia, 29 December 1883
Home Town: Benalla, Benalla, Victoria
Schooling: Benalla State School, Victoria, Australia
Occupation: Nurse
Died: Meningitis, France, 17 February 1917, aged 33 years
Cemetery: St Sever Cemetery Extension, Rouen
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Memorials: Australian Military Nurses Memorial, Benalla War Memorial, Kapunda Dutton Park Memorial Bullwinkel Memorial, Maryborough Nurses HB, Melbourne St. Paul's Cathedral AANS Great War Roll of Honour
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28 Nov 1914: Enlisted Australian Army Nursing Service (WW1), Staff Nurse, Nurse, Australian Army Nursing Service (WW1), Melbourne, Victoria
5 Dec 1914: Involvement Australian Army Nursing Service (WW1), Staff Nurse, Nurse, 1st Australian General Hospital, Enlistment/Embarkation WW1,

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5 Dec 1914: Embarked Australian Army Nursing Service (WW1), Staff Nurse, Nurse, 1st Australian General Hospital, HMAT Kyarra, Melbourne
19 Aug 1916: Involvement Australian Army Nursing Service (WW1), Sister, 14th Australian General Hospital, Enlistment/Embarkation WW1, --- :embarkation_roll: roll_number: '24' embarkation_place: Melbourne embarkation_ship: HMAT Karoola embarkation_ship_number: A63 public_note: ''
19 Aug 1916: Embarked Australian Army Nursing Service (WW1), Sister, 14th Australian General Hospital, HMAT Karoola, Melbourne
17 Feb 1917: Involvement Australian Army Nursing Service (WW1), Sister, Australian Army Nursing Service (WW1), --- :awm_ww1_roll_of_honour_import: awm_service_number: awm_unit: Australian Army Nursing Service awm_rank: Sister awm_died_date: 1917-02-17

Memorial Service for Sister Hilda Knox

OF BELOVED MEMORY
Memorial Service.

At Holy Trinity Chuich on Sunday evening a crowded congregation took part in a beautiful memorial service held in connection withwith the lamented death of Sister Hilda Knox, the circumstances of which have been fully noted in these columns. The church was appropriately draped, including a striking red cross lovingly worked in scarlet geraniums on a white ground, placed in front of the pulpit, which was draped in black and purple. The Union Jack and Australian Flags appeared at the entrance of the chancel, and a beautiful wreath hung in front of the choir rails. The choir gang the anthem, "Crossing the Bar." also such favorite hymns as " Now the Laborer's Task is O'er," ''Nearer,my God, to Thee," and "Abide with Me." Miss Edwards gave a warmly sympathetic rendering of the solo "He wipes the Tear from every Eye." Miss Walters presided at the organ, playing Chopin's "Funeral March," and the"Dead March in Saul,"

Rev. P J. Edwards introduced his address by quoting the lines from Sir Walter Scott : " When pain and
anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou."

It is many years since these words were written by Sir Walter Scott, but they are still true, and daily find a responsive echo in the hearts of thousands. It is in times of sickness and sadness that a woman's work and worth are seen to the best advantage. Through dreary days and weary nights of sleepless pain her patient endurance is tried to the uttermost, and when all other watchers
have given way to despondency, her a cheerful presence and her hopeful words have won the sufferer back to life or lightened his path through the valley of the shadow of death. To do good, and to perform deeds of mercy, have ever been regarded as a sphere of work for which woman is especially well qualified, and in the performance of these duties she has proved herself worthy
of the highest praise that we can bestow upon her, and at the present time it is our pleasing duty
to bear a tribute to the women, and especially to the memory of one who has played so noble and heroic a part in the Great War. Their noble example guides and inspires us ; their courage and resourcefulness are wonderful. Upon women's shoulders has fallen a large share of the burden of the war, yet they have proved themselves more than equal to the great trial. Their heroism calls forth admiration and veneration. There is no heroism like the heroism of a woman whose actions are prompted by love. Beyond all wealth, honor, or even health is the attachment we form to noble souls.

How many women in this hour of their country's great trial have revealed their true natures. The war has cut deep into the hearts of women ; upon their shoulders has fallen the larger share of the great burden of sorrow, yet how nobly have they borne themselves. Seldom, if ever before, has the call upon woman hood been greater. It may even be said that the women hold the keys of victory. The sense of their gaze is on the men they would not deny it ; the traces of their work are around them, and the incense of their prayers rises like a cloud to Heaven. In spirit they are on the battlefield like the angels of Mona, the hearts of the heroes hold them in reverence. The full story of the great part played by women in the war can never be told. Only, by glimpses, as it were, may we form a picture of the heroics of our sisters in the great cause. During this war we have read of many heroines, some widely known,others less known. The story of the heroism of Nurse Cavell is well known. Many pictures have been given of her early life, and of the full and happy days of service up to the time of her last visit to Norwich. She was a tender, imaginative, home-loving woman, yet one who sought for love's sake the dark and troubled places of life. When the war broke out she happened to be with her aged mother at Norwich, but the call to service and she knew well what was involved was immediately obeyed. Her work lay in Brussels, the capital of the first country devastated by the cruel Germans, yet to Brussels she bravely returned to our lasting sorrow she fell a victim to a net, cunningly weaved and set for her destruction.

Her woman's heart, burning with brave design,
Forgot the law, and when a man desired To play the man -her woman's soul was fired.
To help him join again his country's battle line.
For that she died-the hands that she had healed
Took her rare life; the heads that she bad bound
Plotted the giving of her own death wound.
Not womanhood could save-not womanhood could shield her from her cruel assasins.

Again, to read of the ordeals and hardships endured by nurses in Serbia during an outbreak of typhus fever and diptheria, and also daring the retreat over the snow-clad mountains, is a poignant lesson if lesson be needed-in woman's power of endurance. There was scarcely a calamity which those (brave women were not called upon to face-their heroism is beyond praise. Few names stand higher on the roll of heroines of mercy than that of the beloved Sister Hilda Knox. We honor the memory of Sister Hilda Knox because of her tender, gracious, beautiful, and loving character ; she has added a glory to womanhood which can never fade. The story of her noble life and work moves the heart and mind like sacred music. Her foremost aim was to serve God aud humanity ; love was her watchword. Indeed, it was her devotion to the cause of love, her great love for her parents, and sisters and brothers, and her loving influence that induced three of her brothers to follow her example by enlisting in the great, cause of freedom and humanity. It was her devotion to her profession, her esteem and admiration for the men of her native town and country who had left all to fight for the dear old flag and the integrity of the Empire it was her love and sympathy for the wounded sick and dying, and it was her great sympathy for suffering humanity when in those supreme and solemn moments she stood in view of God and eternity that endears her to us so strongly. Her life was'spent in succouring those who had need. It was this combination of saintliness, heroism, and lofty patriotism that will ever keep her memory green.

She was an angel - standing by the sick one's pillow
With a gentle touch and a soundless tread,
Where wounded heads were drooping like the willow
There she stood, between the living and the dead.
She was a ministering angel, ready to answer every call,
Quick to see and understand, prompt to answer each demand,
Strong the heaviest strain to stand noble handmaid of the King
Christly, work indeed was hers To combat pain and rest procure,
Christ's reward is indeed assured
For the handmaid of our King

Sister Hilda Knox was as most of you know, a native of Benalla, and was born in the present residence of her parents on the 29th December, 1883. Many of you present grew up with her, and can recall pleasant recollections of happy seasons spent together, especially Sunday school ; she was a most apt scholar, distinguishing herself at several examinations, and winning many valuable prizes. In the choir and orchestra she proved herself an accomplished musician, and as a communicant she was a most consistent and conscientious member. She was gifted with a beautiful disposition and rare charm of manner, and was in every way suited for the noble profession she hart chosen for her life task. In the year 1902 she arranged to leave home to go into training. Accordingly she entered up in her duties at the Homeopathic Hospital, and alter a successful course left that institution a duly qualified nurse, and served in that capacity in many homes of suffering. When suddenly she received an urgent call to return to her home, where her skilful services were required to nurse her loved ones back to life, you can all bear testimony of her skill and devotion at that particular time,
and how her efforts were rewarded by seeing the loved members of her family restored to health and strength once again. Her inspiration came through intense pity-not the pity of a woman who spends her feelings in tears, but the compassion of a heroine who feels she has a mission to succour the unfortunate. Sister Hilda Know returned to her duties in Melbourne, and when the nation called for doctors and nurses to serve at the front, Sister Knox was amongst the first to volunteer, and eventually left these shores in the good ship Kyarra, where she served in the great hospital at Heliopolis, where her glorious influence was felt by all, and from thence her sterling worth and name have been carried to all parts of the Empire. (The preacher read extracts from letters received, including one from an officer of the 4th Light Horse, who was in a ward at the Aus. General Hospital in Egypt. The writer spoke of Sister Knox's goodness to himself and to others, and referred to her as being an 'angel on earth," and had said-" We fellows used to lie and watch the door for her to come in and every man of us loved her, and called her 'Daughter of the Regiment'

Now what comfort cat we get out of this great sacrifice; Surely we can pay our brave men and women vz done their duty. From the moment the situation became clear to them our boys and girls did not hesitate.

The Independent Friday 09 March 1917 page 2

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Return of Sister Knox

Return of Sister Knox —Sister H. Knox, who since e the outbreak of the war been nursing in Egypt, returned to Benalla on Friday evening to enjoy a brief spell. There was a large crowd gathered at the railway station when the press arrived to meet her, and she was given a most cordial welcome, which included a cheer from the Rev. P. J, Edwards and the boy scouts. She was taken from the station to her home in a motor car, and was again welcomed by a number of other friends who bad assembled to greet her. On Sunday, at the morning service, the Rev. P. J. Edwards made reference to her home coming. He said that there was one who had taught in their Sunday-school, and had been a member of their choir, with them that morning who had lately returned from Egypt, where she had been nursing their brave wounded soldiers. The grand work that was done by Florence Nightingale in the Crimean war had caused the world to ring with her name. We had our Florence Nightingale in Australia — in Benalla, and he felt thankful to Almighty God that Sister Knox had been taken care of and brought home to us here. He was also pleased to see two soldiers in church who bad been nursed by her. The reception to Sister Knox is to be given in the Shire hall on Thursday next, at 8 p.m.

Benalla Standard Tuesday 04 April 1916 page 2

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Biography contributed by Evan Evans

From In Memory Of

In Memory Of Sister Hilda Mary Knox, Australian Army Nursing Service.

In 1914, when WW1 broke out and there was a call for nurses, Sister Knox was amongst the first to volunteer.

Following the landing at Gallipoli, Sister Knox wrote to her parents: “I have only a few minutes. We are frantically busy, working night and day, on these poor men! It is simply heartbreaking.”

One lady wrote to Sister Knox’s father, that her only son was in the 4th L.H., and was in the ward in a hospital in Egypt of which Sister Knox had charge. He had been nursed by her, and spoke of the unfailing attention which they had received. He said, "We used to watch the door for her to come in. Every man of us loved her, and called her 'Our Daughter of the Regiment.' "

Sister Knox died of Cerebral Spinal Meningitis in Rouen, France, on the 17th Feb 1917. Age 33. Daughter of James and Isabella Knox, of Benalla, Victoria.

A very brave woman and an angel.

Lest We Forget.

From Jennie Blake: Quotation from Sir Walter Scott, at Hilda’s Memorial Service in Benalla, Victoria.

“When pain and anguish wring the brow,
A ministering Angel thou.”
Rest Peacefully Hilda

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Biography contributed by Heather Ford

GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN

Sister Hilda Mary KNOX

“She was endowed with a beautiful disposition, and was in every way suited for the noble profession she adopted.” [Rev P.J. Edwards, Benalla]

Hilda was born at her parents’ home at Benalla in country Victoria on the 29th of December 1883.  Her father James Baldock KNOX was born in London, but had migrated to New Zealand, then to Australia, where he had been appointed Shire Secretary at Benalla in 1878.  In 1882 he married Hilda’s mother Mary Isabella BARLOW, and they lost their first child at only one month old in 1883.  Following Hilda’s birth at the end of that year, her parents gave her ten more siblings; four sisters and six brothers, three of whom also served in WW1.

In her early years, Hilda was educated at the Benalla State School and attended the local Holy Trinity Church as a Sunday school pupil, then as a teacher and a member of the choir.  She completed her 3 years nursing training at the Homoeopathic Hospital in Melbourne in mid-1909, qualifying as a member of the Royal Victorian Trained Nursing Association.  Shortly after this she was urgently called home to tend to her parents; followed by 4 years of private nursing.

When war broke out in 1914, Hilda was among the early selection of nurses for service abroad, joining the Australian Army Nursing Service as a Staff Nurse on the 21st November 1914 along with Amy King.  They had trained in the same hospital and would sail together on the A55 HMAT Kyarra, which departed Melbourne on the 5th of December 1914.  The ship had been fitted out as a hospital ship and carried the staff and equipment for 5 hospitals, theirs being the 1st Australian General Hospital (1st AGH); and as a result was somewhat overcrowded.

Surviving sea sickness, inoculation, the heat and an outbreak of ptomaine poisoning, they arrived at Alexandria on the 14th of January 1915.  Although given shore leave each day, they remained on the Kyarra until the 21st, when they were trained to their hospital which had been set up in the Palace Hotel at Heliopolis on the outskirts of Cairo.

Following the landing at Gallipoli Hilda wrote to her parents: “I have only a few minutes.  We are frantically busy, working night and day, on these poor men!  It is simply heartbreaking.”

Her brother Frank who was also in Egypt, with the 3rd Light Horse Field Ambulance, wrote to their parents at about the same time: “My word, Australia ought be proud of their nurses who came over here.  To see the poor girls (I suppose some of them would not like me calling them girls), but really I feel sorry for them, the way they work.  No doubt you are proud of your daughter.  (The fellows over here think Hilda a lovely girl.)  I am glad to have her here with me, although I see very little of her now.”

These letters were soon followed by another after Hilda had been seriously ill with cellulitis:  “I noticed the soreness behind one ear, but took no notice, thinking it a swollen gland, when it became rapidly worse.  I was ordered to bed and an incision made.  Two days afterwards as my head was very swollen and temperature 104 was given ether and two more incisions made.  Was painted with lethyol collodion and had half-hourly foments, so you may imagine how busy it kept the poor, tired sisters who have been wonderfully kind to me.  Am ever so much better now.  Of course, we have been working very hard for three weeks – day and night sometimes, because the trains come at all times and we could not cope with the work."

Jane Bell, Principal Matron (1AGH) during this time, later commented on Hilda’s illness, stating that she was one of a band of nurses who had “worked with untiring zeal until she herself became seriously ill after an acute infection.  The sister who replaced her – also an excellent nurse – used to say, jokingly, that she was tired of hearing Sister Knox’s name, as the patients were always quoting her perfection.”

Frank had been able to visit his sister while she was ill, and she was extremely proud of him as he’d received promotion to Lance Corporal.  Her happiness for her brother however, was tinged with the sadness that several men who she’d liked very much had been killed and numerous others wounded.

Her next letter stated: “I am better than I have been for weeks.  I am having quite a jolly time – motor drives every evening.  One never ventures out before 5.30 from here.  Yesterday was really my first day out for three weeks.  Motored to [Helouan], about 15 miles, in a beautiful touring car.  It is a delightful trip, right along the banks of the Nile for miles; beautifully fertile country all the way, and ever so many house boats (called dahabeah) and other craft on the river.  Next the Barrage I think it is the nicest run from Cairo.  The roads are perfect all the way.  Arrived there about 6.30, had tea in the charming gardens of one of the hotels, back to Cairo and dined at Shepheard’s on the terrace, a delightful orchestra played, then home.  Am going for another spin this evening, also tomorrow.”

While Hilda continued to serve in Egypt, her friends Amy King and Valerie Woinarski served on the hospital ship Grantully Castle, transporting the wounded from Gallipoli.  Both wrote to her at the end of July, and she forwarded these letters on to her parents to give them some idea of life on the transports.  She also sent home newspaper cuttings, asking her parents to save them for her, as she was so proud of the wonderful things said about their men, and she felt it was such an honor to nurse them.  Meanwhile she noted that she had forty-four patients under her care; most of whom had come from the Dardanelles.

As her brother had commented, Hilda was well loved, and not just by her own patients; as she made a point of seeking out all Benalla lads and passing on local papers, little treats and kind words to cheer them.

Trooper Sherwill of the 8th Light Horse stated that in October 1915, “I was in the Palace Hospital at Helipolis with a mild attack of typhoid fever, where Sister Knox was on duty, and I can truly say that there was not a morning but that she would come to my bedside with a cheery “Good morning,” “How are you?” and other words of comfort that are so pleasing to the sick, and she would never forget to bring me little dainties such as apples, biscuits, etc.  This was apart from Sister Knox’s duties, as I was in an adjoining ward.”

And Corporal Dobson who was a patient at Luna Park Hospital, Heliopolis, had the following to say:  “Miss Hilda Knox, of Benalla, who is a nurse (and sister of the inimitable Frank), came in to see me last night, and we had a bonzer old yarn, recalling our school days, etc., and discussing Benalla and people.  It was kind of her, and she was extremely nice.”

Hilda’s friend Amy returned to Egypt from hospital ship duty at the end of September, and on the 1st of December, having completed a year of service; both ladies were promoted to the rank of Sister.

On the 3rd of March 1916, Hilda and her two mates Amy and Valerie embarked on the Argyllshire for transport duty, tending to the sick and wounded that were being returned to Australia.

Back in Victoria, Hilda returned to her family for a visit, and a huge Welcome was arranged for her at the Holy Trinity Parish hall.  The hall was beautifully decorated for the occasion and the Boy Scouts formed a ‘guard of honor’ from the gate to the front door.  Among the many addresses the Rev P.J. Edwards informed the gathering that “During the last three months he had met hundreds of returned soldiers, and asked them if they knew Nurse Knox.  They said, “Do we not know Nurse Knox! She is one of the bravest women in the world.”  One said, “She is a bonzer!” Another said, “She is a beauty!” while another said, “She is an angel!”

Superintendent Davidson said that his son who had been shot at Gallipoli had met Sister Knox at Heliopolis, “and he said she was considered to be one of the first and foremost nurses in that hospital.  In spite of her many duties she found time to visit Australians in other hospitals.  She visited his son, and on behalf of his wife and himself he had to thank her.”

The Rev A.C. McConnan, who had a hand in Hilda’s placement at her training hospital, and ever since had watched over her career with pride, said, with great pleasure it had fallen to him to pass on to her a small token of the towns esteem: a wallet bearing the inscription “Presented to Sister Hilda Knox by the people of Benalla district.”  The wallet contained 68 sovereigns.  She was also presented with a handsome silverback circular mirror, on behalf of three local lads who she had nursed in Egypt.

As well as thanking the townspeople on Hilda’s behalf, her father also mentioned that he had had letters from local soldiers sounding her praises, and he was proud of her and all the women performing such noble work.  The final speaker summed up with the hope “that she might be long spared to continue the good work she had taken up, and that she would return safely in the not very distant future.”

Following her short holiday with her family and friends, Hilda returned to Melbourne where she served for some time in the Caulfield Base Hospital.  It wasn’t until the 19th of August 1916 that together with Amy and Valerie, she re-sailed with the 14th Australian General Hospital (14th AGH) on the A63 HMAT Karoola, which arrived at Suez on the 19th of September.  Sailing with them also as a member of the 14th AGH was her brother Gordon.

They disembarked on the 20th and were taken by train to Abbassia, where the hospital was situated in the Main Barracks.  The 14th AGH was taking over this hospital from the 3rd AGH, and worked alongside them on the 21st and 22nd, before the 3rd AGH were withdrawn the following day.  The hospital at that stage only contained 366 patients.

Hilda was in charge of G6 Ward, and one can only hope that some time was taken from celebrating with her staff and patients on Christmas Day, and spent with her brother Gordon; as it would have been her last opportunity.  Gordon was seen to leave Abbassia in the early evening of the 25th, and was never seen alive again.  Twelve days later his body was found in the Nile River at Benha, and on the 9th of January 1917 Hilda cabled home to Rev Edwards: “Gordon drowned, accident, writing.”

A Court of Enquiry was subsequently held, but nothing could be proved as to how he met his death.  The fact, however, that he had been robbed and that there was evidence of a violent blow on the head, lead the court to believe that he was the victim of foul play rather than an accident.  He was buried in the Greek Cemetery at Benah on the 9th, and a short Memorial Service was held in the Garrison Chapel, Abbassia on the 11th, at which every available member of the 14th AGH was present.

During this same month the hospital was beginning to get much busier due to increased fighting, yet 35 of their nurses were being sent to the Western Front.  Hilda and her 2 best friends Amy and Valerie were among them.  Only a week after learning of her brother’s death, Hilda was leaving the desert sands for the last time.  During her time in Egypt she had collected ebony and ivory elephants, as well as oriental metal work and other curios.

Embarking at Alexandria on the 16th of January 1917 on HS Essequibo, Hilda and party landed in England on the 26th and then crossed to France on the 8th of February.  Writing to her parents on the 12th, Hilda informed them of her eventful journey:  “We had rather a thrilling experience on our way here.  A town where we spent the night was bombed.  The noise was terrific, and we were rather frightened.  Some anti-aircraft guns were quite close to our hotel, and we could see flashes.  The bombing started about 9 p.m., and went on at intervals of two hours until 5 a.m.  My room was the only one on the ground floor, so all the other girls trooped down, and we shivered together until 6 a.m., when we all left in the dark for our train.”

The nurses were farmed out to British hospitals around Rouen, and separated from her two mates Hilda was attached to the 11th British Stationary Hospital (BSH) on the 11th of February.  However, they were still close enough to keep in touch, and not far from her original Unit, the 1st AGH.  She called on her many friends there over the following days, and told Matron Mary Finlay, that being so close to them “was next best to being ‘home’.”

Both she and Amy had enjoyed a visit with Sister Nora Kerr on the Friday evening of the 16th, but on Saturday morning Hilda woke with a painful headache.  The effort to dress made her vomit twice and she returned to bed.  Matron Allen brought the Medical Officer to see her and prescribe something for the pain, but by 4 o’clock that afternoon she was unconscious.  Hilda died two hours later as she was being transferred to the 8th General Hospital; just seven weeks into her thirty-fourth year.  The cause of death was Cerebral Spinal Meningitis; although there had been no cases of the illness at the 11th BSH.

The funeral took place the following afternoon of the 18th to the St Sever Cemetery.  Hilda was buried in the officer’s section of the cemetery in full military style, and after the procession had reached the graveside, the pipers and drums from one of the base depots played a ‘lament’.  The large honour guard, coffin bearers and pall bearers, consisted of an equal number of members from both the 11th BSH and the 1st AGH.  Also among the mourners were the entire officer’s mess of both of these hospitals, as well every matron in Rouen.  The Base Commandant (General de Gett), the D.D.M.S. (Colonel Russell, A.M.S.), and a number of staff officers were also present.  And of course there were a great many sisters and orderlies from the 1st AGH; as well as representations from all the other hospitals in Rouen.  The wreaths were numerous and beautiful, and following a thirty gun salute, the ‘Last Post’ was played by the Australian hospital bugler.

With two children now buried in faraway lands, Hilda’s parents could not grieve at their final places of rest, but they could at least choose the epitaph for Hilda’s headstone: GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN.

Hopefully they would have also felt some little comfort from Matron Finlay’s pledge that: “The cemetery is only about ten minutes’ walk from here, so you will please have no anxiety about her grave; we will attend to it.”  She also informed them that “Every one of us who knew Hilda loved her.   She was the most popular girl in the unit, and so utterly unspoiled by it – sweet and gentle and unselfish.  You have, indeed, great reason to be proud of her life….”

And Matron Allen also had the following to say: “Miss Knox only came to me on the 11th, and in that short time we had grown very fond of her, she was so sweet.”

Nora Kerr wrote home to her sister in Kyneton: “We are all sad here.  One of our best-loved Sisters died very suddenly on Saturday night….”  “…..and not one of us with her.”  “A more beautiful character never lived…..”

Hilda’s parents also received hundreds of letters from all parts of Australia.  One lady wrote that her only son was in the 4th Light Horse, and was in the ward in a hospital in Egypt of which Sister Knox had charge.  He had been nursed by her, and spoke of the unfailing attention which they had received.  He said, “We used to watch the door for her to come in.  Every man of us loved her, and called her ‘Our Daughter of the Regiment’.”

Her parents would have also been assured of Hilda’s popularity during the Memorial Service held for her on the 4th of March at their church, when it was filled beyond capacity and extra seating had to be provided.  There was also a large congregation present two months later when a new pulpit was erected to her memory.  The brass plate fitted to the front of the pulpit bore the inscription: “Erected by the parishioners of Holy Trinity, Benalla, in loving memory of Sister Hilda Knox, who died on active service, 17th February, 1917.”

At the end of 1917 it was proposed by the Homoepathic Hospital Nurses’ Club to erect a memorial to Hilda’s honour, and donations were called for.  She is also commemorated on the Women’s National Memorial in York Minster, and on the memorial to overseas nurses, in the nurse’s home attached to the Elizabeth Garett Anderson Hospital in London.

GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN.

 

Heather (Frev) Ford 2016

 

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