All families have secrets. Don’t they? Even if you think your family doesn’t, maybe it’s just because no-one has uncovered them yet. And that’s what happened to me. Out of a clear blue February sky, over a chatty lunch, a friend said: “You know about your grandmother? Her death in the asylum?” My grandmother, Charlotte Agnes Raymond, died at 36, leaving three children to the mercies of housekeepers. I knew that – but not the rest.
My response was the starting point for the entire five-year project of researching and writing my novel, Lotte. I looked across the table and carried on as if the asylum was no surprise. “Oh yes,” I said, “of course I know.” What was I doing? In not acknowledging it was a family secret, was I colluding with an arc of shame that went back 90 years?
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Shame and fear were the emotions most associated with the great grey walls of the county asylums. A shame that touched so many families – there were 19,000 patients in asylums across Scotland in 1933. I assumed that was the reason why nothing had been said. It wasn’t easy to verify one way or another – my father and his siblings were all gone.
So I turned to the Stirling Asylum archives – to my grandmother’s name, beautifully handwritten. Her forcible admission and her death only 10 days later. One record led to another. In the apparently deadly dry Valuation Rolls for Stirling, I found Lotte’s mother, Mary, plus her two aunts, Margaret and Jessie: three sisters who built a business up from small shops and rents from spare rooms. They leap out as virtually the only female property owners on the Roll. A group of forgotten women who found opportunities in the years around the First World War.
Both my grandparents had come from very poor backgrounds but, partially thanks to the three aunts, they now found themselves in Snowdon Place in Stirling, still one of the best addresses in town. And an unusual address to find in the asylum admissions book. I wondered about the sort of social vertigo Lotte felt, comfortably off in 1933, the year when the Great Depression reached its peak in Britain.