I was very privileged
to visit the Shrine of Remembrance on 20 October 2016 to consult the James
Catanach Collection as part of my PhD research on the responses to captivity of
the Australian airmen of Stalag Luft III and their next of kin. The below is a reflection
on items in the collection. It does not include specific details
of Jimmy Catanach’s background, military service, life in Stalag Luft III, participation
in the Great Escape or death. Some of those details appear briefly in http://australiansinsliii.blogspot.com.au/2015/02/70th-anniversary-of-great-escape.html
I’ve been researching Australian airmen in some form or another for almost 15 years and it always gives me a thrill when I view the personal items collected and preserved by families. The huge scrapbook put together by Mrs Caldwell, cataloguing Clive Caldwell’s lifetime in the public eye. John Crossman’s service medals and diary which revealed his passion for flying, his fear of combat, and his acceptance of death. The love letter Alec Arnel tossed to his sweetheart from the train as it rumbled towards his first RAAF training posting. The searing grief of May Fraser in the face of the uncertainty of what had happened to her son Donald when he’d gone missing from air operations for the second time. Albert Hake’s last letter to his wife, Noela, before he trolleyed out of Tunnel Harry towards the Great Escape and execution. I could go on: the precious artefacts held by families are many and I have been privileged to share—and record details of—but a mere handful.
I’ve been researching Australian airmen in some form or another for almost 15 years and it always gives me a thrill when I view the personal items collected and preserved by families. The huge scrapbook put together by Mrs Caldwell, cataloguing Clive Caldwell’s lifetime in the public eye. John Crossman’s service medals and diary which revealed his passion for flying, his fear of combat, and his acceptance of death. The love letter Alec Arnel tossed to his sweetheart from the train as it rumbled towards his first RAAF training posting. The searing grief of May Fraser in the face of the uncertainty of what had happened to her son Donald when he’d gone missing from air operations for the second time. Albert Hake’s last letter to his wife, Noela, before he trolleyed out of Tunnel Harry towards the Great Escape and execution. I could go on: the precious artefacts held by families are many and I have been privileged to share—and record details of—but a mere handful.
Treasured relics are not
only held by families, of course. For many reasons, serious decisions are made
to relinquish custody to collecting or memorial institutions of items which
provide tangible testament of lives and service careers. The Australian War
Memorial is perhaps the most obvious custodian of Australian military
collections but it is not the only one. In my years, I have consulted private
collections held by the Darwin Aviation Museum, the Narromine Aviation Museum,
the RAAF Museum and the National Library of Australia, to name just a few. Most
recently, I visited for the first time the archives of the Shrine of
Remembrance to view the James Catanach Collection.
The Shrine of Remembrance. Author’s photo
I had first come across
James Catanach—or Jimmy as he was ‘introduced’ to me—while researching Jack
Davenport and I was intrigued by him. It wasn’t just because his DFC was
gazetted in June 1942 while he was still only 20 years of age, or because he
was acknowledged as the youngest Australian squadron leader. It was because I
wanted to know more about the man who elicited such an enthusiastic accolade
from 455 Squadron’s commanding officer, Wing Commander Grant Lindeman: ‘I’ve never seen such a
wealth of superfluous energy in any individual over the age of twelve as Jimmy
constantly had at his disposal. He didn’t drink or smoke; he talked at an
incredible speed; he couldn’t stand still for a second, but he hopped about all
the time you were talking to him till you were nearly giddy. He was a most
excellent Flight Commander, and was probably the most generally liked man in
the whole squadron’.
Left to right: Jack Davenport, Jimmy Catanach, Grant Lindeman, Leslie Oliver, and Bob Holmes, 1942. Just before they departed on Operation Orator. Author’s photo
I’ve written a little
about Jimmy elsewhere on this blog so won’t go into details about how he
fetched up in Stalag Luft III, or how he was killed in the post-Great Escape
reprisals. Instead, I want to talk about what the James Catanach Collection
reveals about Jimmy and those who created the collection.
The collection consists
of Jimmy’s flying log book, his DFC, service medals, framed and unframed
commemorative certificates and citations, two watches, a clock, two scrapbooks,
photographs, newspaper clippings, letters and other documents, and a number of
booklets. Some of these items are currently on display.
Photograph of James Catanach Exhibit, Shrine of Remembrance (POW section) by Vlad Bunevich, the Shrine of Remembrance, 26 October 2016. Reproduced courtesy of the Shrine of Remembrance.
Some items first came
into the Shrine’s possession back in 2013 when the Exhibition Curator borrowed them
to include in a Bomber Command display. (455 Squadron may have been better
known for its work in Coastal Command after it transferred to that command in
April 1942, but its earlier work was with Bomber Command.) A formal donation of
material was made in 2014, with artefacts originating from two donors. Just as
the collection has multiple donors, it seems items were collected by a number
of different people, over a number of generations.
Some items appear to have
been sent to Jimmy’s brother Bill, others to Bill’s wife Corona and daughter
Julia. The bulk of the official and personal correspondence was addressed to William
Mercer Catanach, Jimmy’s father. Other official correspondence was sent to
Jimmy’s stepmother, Sybil Louise Catanach after William’s death on 14 April
1947.
(A little family history
interlude: William Mercer married Jimmy’s mother, Ruby McAinsh in 1908. They
had three children, William Alan (Bill) in 1909, Peter Bryan, in 1915—he died
in 1923—and James, who was born on 28 November 1921. Ruby died on 19 May 1931
and William Mercer married 26 year old Sybil, who was born in 1906, on 8
October 1932. Bill married Corona Shepherd on 6 March 1933. Their son, Blair,
was born on 28 October 1936 and their daughter, Julia, was born on 29 May 1939.
Incidentally, Sybil was not an unloved, unwelcome stepmother. Jimmy included
her in correspondence home and she referred to herself as his ‘loving
stepmother’ in a succession of memorial notices placed in The Argus over a number of years.)
Table Talk, 13 October 1932
For some items, such as
the multitude of newspaper clippings, there is no attribution regarding who
collected or created them, including the two scrapbooks.
The Shrine’s catalogue
notes reveal that Scrapbook One consists of ‘newspaper clipping[s] regarding
the RAAF and Pilot Officer James Catanach’. Scrapbook Two is also noted of
comprising ‘newspaper clippings regarding the RAAF and Pilot Officer James
Catanach’. While the creators are not recorded, I have enjoyed a bit of
speculation as to who they might be.
On the face of it, the scrapbooks—which
are the same sort of blank/unlined-paged, black-covered books—appear to have
been compiled by the same person, and I initially thought that they had been
created by Jimmy’s father. But I am not so sure about that now. For one, the
inside front cover of Scrapbook One, bears, in ink, the name of WK Munt, Flat
4, 862 Malvern Rd, Armadale. Below that (also) in ink is ‘or’, and below that,
in pencil, is Catanach Jeweller, Royal Arcade, Melbourne. And so, I think that
Scrapbook One was created by Miss Winifred Munt, Jimmy’s former nanny, who was known
as ‘Da’ to the Catanach family. It is possible that, given the ‘Catanach
Jeweller’ annotation on the inside front cover, Winifred worked at Catanach’s
after she had retired from the nursery. Certainly, electoral rolls indicate
that, after giving up her work as a nurse, she was employed for many years as a
clerk. But even if she wasn’t an employee of Catanach’s, she had special status
in Jimmy’s family and to him: when he sent his first letter home on 27 September
1942 after being captured, he addressed it to Dear Dad, Syb and Da. Nor did
Winifred’s fondness for her former charge waver. From at least 1944 to 1952
(the extent of The Argus’s online
record), Winifred inserted memorial notes in memory of Jimmy. Years
later, on the 25th anniversary of the Great Escape, she was a member of the
Australian contingent attending the commemorative service at St Clement Danes,
London.
The Argus, 25 March 1947
I don’t think the two
scrapbooks were created by the same person. For one, the handwriting in them
appears to be different and for another, Scrapbook Two includes items that were
not addressed to Winifred. It was created by an intimate family member, someone
who was present when the wire advising that Jimmy had been reported missing in
action, had been ‘received 10.30 AM’ on ‘1st October/42’. Perhaps it was
created by Sybil, as a ‘loving birthday greetings’ telegram from Jim had been pasted
into the book. But I think it is more likely that it was created by Jimmy’s
father, because all of the official correspondence and condolence letters are
all addressed to him.
But while I suspect that
Scrapbook One was compiled by Winifred, and Scrapbook Two was the work of William
Mercer Catanach, I don’t know; I need concrete evidence to verify ownership and
creator status. So, I will just leave that aside and simply refer to ‘the
compiler’ as I talk about the contents of the scrapbooks and what they reveal.
Scrapbook One is not
exclusively about Jimmy, and comprises articles celebrating the achievements of
the RAAF in the European and Pacific theatres. However, the very first article
(unattributed but a search of Trove indicates it is The Argus, 26 December 1941) describes how the ‘Hampdens of the
Australian “forgotten” squadron’ bombed Cologne on the night of 23 December.
This, of course, is 455 Squadron, led by Jimmy’s commanding officer, Grand
Lindeman.
The Argus, 26 December 1941
A more detailed article on the ‘Daring Australians’ who bombed Cologne briefly mentions Jimmy’s involvement; the compiler has highlighted it in the article and ‘Jim’ is written beside it.
The success of Jimmy and
his squadron is followed by other RAAF successes: ‘One man rearguard epic of
RAAF in Malaya’; ‘RAAF bomber pilot’s attack on Dusseldorf’; ‘Australian airmen
decorated’; ‘Low level attack by Australians. Truscott’s graphic story’. As
well as Bluey Truscott, other great names of RAAF achievement fill the pages:
Clive Caldwell, Paddy Finucane (who, although an Irishman, commanded 452
Squadron, the first Australian Spitfire squadron) and many more. So too are men
known to the compiler such as Peter Hallett, Dick Lewis and Peter Crombie.
When Jimmy’s career
really takes off (pun intended; sorry), articles about him and 455 Squadron
abound. He is one of the ‘Australians in risky RAF jobs’, serving in ‘torpedo
bombers of RAAF’, and he is one of three RAAF men to receive a Distinguished
Flying Cross.
The overriding tone is
firmly established in these early pages and continues throughout. This
scrapbook celebrates the heroic RAAF pilot: his bravery, courage, victories,
achievements and awards. It is clear that, in the mind of the compiler, Jim and
his service and achievements belong within the heroic air force tradition.
But the compiler’s eyes
are not totally dazzled by success; indeed, the compiler is fully aware of the
dangers of active service. Right next to the Dusseldorf article, ‘Keith
Truscott tells what it feels like’ in a discussion of the ‘hazards of a fighter
pilot’s life’. Another pilot was ‘saved from burning plane’, and a ‘bomber crew
gambled with death—and won’. The compiler also appreciates that servicemen do
not always survive: on the same page are pasted extracts from an ‘Executed
Belgian’s last letter’ and an ‘airman’s moving farewell letter to mother’ in
which the ill-fated airman—missing believed killed—tells his mother that he has
done his duty ‘to the utmost of my ability’ and has ‘no fear of death’.
If Jimmy ever sent a last
letter, it perhaps no longer exists. Certainly, it is not in the James Catanach
Collection which includes only two copies and one original letter from Jimmy,
all written after he had been taken prisoner. I can’t help wonder if these
articles later provided some comfort to the compiler after Jimmy’s ultimate
fate was revealed. Were the sentiments of those brave men—duty done, bravely
facing death, giving and daring ‘his all for his principles, like the Martyrs
of old’—attributed to Jimmy? Perhaps they were, if, as I suspect, Winifred Munt
compiled this album. Certainly, she later placed Jimmy’s death within the noble
tradition of willing sacrifice. The young man for whom she offered ‘a tribute
of everlasting love’ was a ‘brave and gallant airman’, who ‘gave his life for
peace and freedom’. (The Argus, 20
May 1944 and 25 March 1948.)
The Argus, 25 March 1948
The juxtaposition of some
articles is telling. One about the adventures of a ‘torpedo bomber squadron’
‘somewhere in Scotland’, in which 20 year old ‘Melbourne pilot Squadron Leader
Jimmy Catanack [sic] DFC’ described a ‘typical “flip”’, is placed above and
around one about the return to Australia of Empire Air Scheme men. Was this
wishful thinking? Perhaps it was, because on the facing page contains four
articles, ranging from 2–16 October 1942 about Jimmy and the transition from
‘missing in action’ to confirmed prisoner of war.
Just as families of
servicemen who died often received letters for weeks or months afterwards, so
too did the compiler continue to find references to Jimmy in the press and
carefully pasted them in. When Jimmy dropped out of the scrapbook, the pages
continued to be crammed full of RAAF achievement in both Europe and the Pacific.
Interestingly, the
chronology is disrupted: from the November 1942 articles about 455 Squadron’s
Russian sojourn (sans Jimmy), clippings jump back to June, July and August with
two Australians winning DFCs, another winning a George Medal for a heroic rescue,
another ‘Australian ace praised’ and details of honorary Australian Paddy
Finucane’s ‘spectacular career’. Success after success is preserved, and the
‘Spirit of the air force’ continues to be lauded as the war progresses. Surprisingly,
perhaps, 455 Squadron and its Russian operation puts in another appearance in
the 18 December ‘RAAF fliers enjoy stay in USSR’ (annotated ‘happened Sept 1942’)
and the 28 December 1943 piece on the Australian airmen who tackled the
Scharnhorst. Then there is a blank page and nothing more until the horrendous
headlines of May 1944.
‘Massacre of Airmen.’
‘Prison Camp Horrors. Britain Shocked by New Outrage.’ ‘First-hand report on
shootings’. The jaunty, laudatory tone of the earlier pages has been replaced
by one sombre and elegiac. The celebration of heroic aviation has given way to
sorrow. The compiler is now in mourning. The articles about the shooting of the
airmen are followed by pieces about the memorial service, the Stalag Luft III
memorial and other clippings relating to the shooting. Whereas previously many
of the pages were crammed with multiple articles, leaving little blank space, now
only one or two articles are mounted on each page. Jimmy’s name is again
highlighted and the focus returns to him. ‘Two Shore boys among Australians
shot dead’ includes a photo of Jimmy and ‘Into the Silence’, published in the Australian Manufacturing Jewellers’
Watchmakers’ and Opticians’ Gazette
noted that he had been regarded with deep affection by the whole staff at
Catanach’s Jewellers. The compiler also copied by hand a tribute from the Wings, the RAAF’s paper, which dubbed
him a ‘first class leader’ and declaring that he was ‘of an engaging
disposition, he was adored by all his men—ground staff as well as air crews’.
The scrapbook does not
end with the death of Jimmy and his fellow escapers. An eclectic mix of articles
fill the next few pages but finally, the compiler returns to Jimmy and the last
pages are devoted to him. There is a potted service history, and, on the inside
rear cover, the final clipping: ‘DFCs for Three RAAF Men’, featuring the
photographed Acting Flight Lieutenant James Catanach, 20, single of Malvern
Victoria, who ‘had made successful attacks on Cologne, Hamburg, Essen, Lorient
(France) and Lubeck. He has taken part in nine attacks on Germany, and on three
of these he brought his damaged machine back to its base.’
Jimmy Catanach’s Distinguished Flying Cross, on display in the James Catanach Exhibit, Shrine of Remembrance. Photo courtesy of Drew Gordon.
(A significant aside: I am not strictly allowed to use photos of the exhibit unless provided by the Shrine. However, this photo of the DFC reveals another aspect of Jimmy’s story. It was taken by my friend Drew, son of Tony Gordon, also of 455 Squadron, who was a fellow captive with Jimmy in Stalag Luft III. Jimmy and Tony joined up together and trained together and Drew treasures a photo of his father and Tony in Stalag Luft III. For some reason, the Catanach family did not have Jimmy’s service medals. The James Catanach Collection reveals that Drew advised the family how to obtain them. Within months, they obtained the service medals and these too are in the Collection. Here is the photo of Tony and Jimmy, shortly after Jimmy arrived at Stalag Luft III.
Tony Gordon and Jimmy Catanach, Stalag Luft III. Courtesy of Drew Gordon. ‘Tony Gordon is here and very well’, wrote Jimmy to his family, 16 October 1942.
Close significant aside!)
This final word on Jimmy
predates his captivity and death. It celebrates his achievement but also, in
hindsight, poignantly highlights the loss of a man who died young, who never
enjoyed the happiness of marriage, and would never know parenthood. Jimmy may
be dead, but in the eyes—and heart—of the compiler, he is indeed one of the
courageous and heroic RAAF men honoured and celebrated in the opening pages of
this scrapbook.
In Scrapbook Two, the
newspaper record only rarely strays from Jimmy; it is firmly about Jimmy and
his squadron. This album opens with an article about ‘RAAF’s big part in
British raids’ which notes that a plane piloted by Jimmy ‘was hit on the nose
by an anti-aircraft shell and seriously damaged but was brought home safely’
and is followed by ‘top squadron in RAF for February’, although Jim is not
mentioned. Many of the clippings are the same as in Scrapbook One but here, the
compiler is more diligent about sourcing articles about Jimmy. For example, a
clipping of airmen en route to Canada has been cut from The Australasian, 26 April 1941. Unlike the compiler of the first
scrapbook, articles here are not crammed in. Only one or two appear on each
page (though one page does contain four small snippets). The effect is to allow
the reader to savour the details, and not be overwhelmed by too many stories.
Jimmy is this compiler’s main interest and focus.
The articles celebrating
Jimmy and his squadron continue until the news that Jimmy had gone missing
broke. ‘Young Geelong Squadron Leader Missing’, dated 1 October 1942, the same
day the compiler received the official telegram at 10.30 am.
And then, just as in
Scrapbook One, the out of sequence stories appear—smiling Jimmy making his
radio debut with his fellow airmen and ‘Australian airmen air Soviet in War
with Nazis’—along with updates regarding Jimmy’s missing and prisoner of war status.
Then the references to
Jimmy dry up. The impression though, is not that the album needs to be formally
closed now that Jimmy is out of the public eye, awaiting completion at end of
the war and Jimmy’s return. Rather, in the interim, why not include other Jimmy
related material? And so, the next item pasted in is one that reflects Jimmy as
a loving, thoughtful son: ‘Loving birthday greetings’ to Sybil. Perhaps too, as
time passes and they hear little from Jimmy in his prisoner of war camp,
something more is read into the update on his health and status ‘all well and
safe’; perhaps this represents the continuing hope that Jimmy remains ‘well and
safe’.
But that, of course, is
not how it turns out. What began as a celebration of Jimmy’s stellar military
career, soon becomes a memorial and a symbol of grief. The very next inclusion
is an article advising the ‘death of Sqd-Ldr J Catanach, followed by details of
the memorial service for the ‘airmen prisoners shot by Germans’ and the ‘urgent
inquiry by Switzerland’. Pages of clippings of the aftermath of the escape and
the shootings follow, including first-hand accounts from repatriates. Among
them appear the first tributes to Jimmy.
Another sharp division
occurs. The clippings cease and two telegrams are pasted in, facing each other.
The first, dated 7 May 1944, informed William that ‘your son Squadron Leader
James Catanach (DFC) lost his life on 25th March 1944 while attempting to
escape from confinement as a prisoner of war’, and the one of 7 September 1944
erroneously addressed to Mr J Catanach, invited him to attend with two
relatives or friends the investiture at Government House to receive the
‘decoration awarded your late son’. How ironic that the investiture would take
place at 10.30 am, the same time William received the first wire advising that
Jimmy had gone missing in action.
Following these telegrams
are the personal condolences to William. There are not many and they are all
addressed to Jimmy’s father; none acknowledge Sybil in their salutations.
Regardless, they are all heartfelt expressions of sympathy from those who knew
Jimmy. The condolence notes are then ‘interrupted’ by two more official
communications. The first accompanied the order of service from the memorial
service at St-Martin-in-the-Fields, London on 20 June 1944 for the fifty airmen
who had been shot after escaping from Stalag Luft III ‘which commemorates the
name of your son and his comrades’. (This booklet was not pasted into the album
but is included in the James Catanach Collection.) The second advised that
Jimmy had been awarded a Mention in Despatches and noted that ‘the Minister for
Air and Air Board sincerely hope that this recognition of his gallant service
will be of some consolation to you at this time’.
Who can tell if it was
any sort of consolation, but this recognition was something of which the
Catanach family was extremely proud. The MID certificate was framed to hang on
a wall, as was the condolence note from the King and Queen, who prayed ‘that
your country’s gratitude for a life so nobly given in its service many bring
you some measure of consolation’, and the ‘next-of-kin’ letter from Jimmy’s
Wing Commander, Commanding advising that the young Australian had gone missing.
The latter was framed with a piece of DFC ribbon and spoke of the Squadron’s
pride in his Jimmy’s development ‘from a good pilot to an exceptional and
experienced pilot and a capable officer who could deal with any situation that
might arise’. It spoke of Jimmy’s personal qualities: ‘as a man, Jimmy was one
of the most popular members of the Squadron. He had strict and high standards
of personal behaviour to which he always kept and respected and looked up to by
all’. These three tributes also form part of the Shrine’s James Catanach
Collection.
The two scrapbooks are
fascinating records of RAAF, squadron and personal achievement—I dearly wish I
had seen them when I was researching Jack Davenport and 455 Squadron—but they
are more than mere compilations of newspaper clippings. Scrapbook One is a
snapshot of air force success. It foregrounds heroes and achievements and
downplays the setbacks and losses. With Jimmy’s story though, it presents the
tension between heroism, sacrifice and duty with ultimate (if unexpected)
consequences. If Scrapbook One positions Jimmy’s career as part of an air force
success narrative, Scrapbook Two, along with other items in the collection,
positions his death within the tradition of sacrifice: he gave his life; he
made the ultimate sacrifice; and that sacrifice is ever honoured. It begins by celebrating Jimmy's achievements and ends by recording a father’s grief and hints at the solace and support he gained from those who knew his son and sympathised
with his loss. Indeed, one condolence was from another grieving father who deeply understood just
what it meant to lose a son.
It may be difficult to
determine the former ownership of many of the items in the Shrine’s James
Catanach Collection, and I can’t say conclusively that Scrapbook One was
compiled by Winifred Munt or that Scrapbook Two was an expression of fatherly
pride and grief, that, in a sense does not matter. What matters is that this
multi-creator, multi-donor collection indicates the significant place Jimmy
maintained in the lives and hearts of two people who loved him. It also demonstrates
that his memory was cherished throughout the extended Catanach family for many
decades after his death.
We’ve all heard the
stories of photo albums and old letters discovered on rubbish tips. As those of
older generations die and their relics and treasures are passed down, there is,
sadly, an increasing likelihood that those in succeeding generations might not
appreciate family stories. Indeed, I’ve spoken to two family archivists who
realise that their children are not interested in the deeds of those who went
before them and are trying to decide the best way to preserve their family
records for those who will appreciate them. One woman is currently making a
hard decision about whether retain custodianship for a while longer or consign her
archive into a public archive. As years pass, family archives, too, are often
split between different members of the family. I have liaised with brothers,
sisters and cousins in piecing together a story. As I understand it, the
Catanach family appreciated the dilemmas facing many family custodians and, rather
than risk their records being further dispersed and lost, they decided to place
them with a professional archival and memorial institution.
The Shrine of Remembrance’s medal wall, recognising service in conflict. Author’s photo.
The Shrine of Remembrance
was established to help alleviate the grief of those Victorians who had lost
family and friends in the Great War. It provided a place for them to mourn and
a means by which memories and artefacts could be preserved. With a succession
of twentieth and twenty-first century wars, the Shrine’s remit has been
extended. As well as remembering, preserving and commemorating, it now
interprets the stories of Victorians at war and in peacekeeping operations.
Thanks to the foresight and generosity of the Catanach family, records relating
to Jimmy’s military contribution will be preserved, the impact of his loss will
be remembered, and his life, service and legacy will be interpreted.
Jimmy Catanach. Author’s photo.
I
would like to acknowledge the assistance of the Shrine of Remembrance’s helpful
staff who made my visit such an enjoyable, illuminating and moving experience:
Jenna Blyth, Collections Manager, who facilitated my access to the James
Catanach Collection, Neil Sharkey,
Exhibitions Curator, for additional details about the collection, and Vlad Bunevich for the James Catanach exhibit. I would like to note that this personal
response to items in the collection is my own and may not reflect that of the
Shrine of Remembrance.