“…whatever
anguish of spirit it may cost,
I am willing to
know the whole truth;
to know the worst
and provide for it.”
~ Patrick Henry
Notice how the two windows on the far right are different. This is the basement apartment where Mrs. Henry resided. |
A few weeks ago, I mentioned
that I have returned to graduate school to focus on Public History. For one
of my courses, I’m required to conduct site visits. While I do have criteria to
follow, the idea that homework includes visiting historic sites is still pretty
awesome. We were given a list of regional tourism sites in the area. Since I
grew up here, I’ve been to many of the locations so I looked for places that I’ve
never visited. I’ll be honest with you. Since I am starting out in a new
program at a seemingly conservative school, I’ve been trying to keep my
spooky interests in check (unsuccessfully, I might add because I am who I am).
Last week’s selection has reminded me that one could
argue that all Southern historical sites have a bit of darkness to them.
I selected Patrick Henry’s home of Scotchtown. Just
in case you have no idea who Patrick Henry is, he was an American orator, lawyer,
and leader in Virginia politics. He became famous for the forceful, persuasive
speeches which he used to help bring about the American Revolution (1775–83). You probably known him as the “Give me liberty
or give me death” guy. Henry and his family, along with numerous friends and
extended family members lived in Scotchtown from 1771-1778. Scotchtown
was his home when he came up with the ideas in his famous speech and it was
from this location that he rode to St. John’s Church in Richmond on March 23,
1775 to deliver it.
Beauty among the sadness |
Scotchtown isn’t far from my current home. It’s less
than a fifteen minute drive on some back country roads. For years my fella and
I have seen the Revolutionary War signage promoting his home and mentioned
going but we never have. I figured this was a nice benign way to start my site
visits… a way to not typecast myself as the Poe Museum girl or the historic
cemetery girl (although I’m not really that concerned about any of this). My
plan was to go to the historic site, which I assumed wouldn’t be too incredibly
interesting, and then drive to St. John’s Church to think about what it would
have been like in 1775 to travel that distance. Mind you, I would be traveling
in a car.
There were a few interesting tourist options
at Scotchtown including a cell phone tour where you dial a number and then listen to the prompts
to select a spiel from the various locations on the grounds. I did that and I also toured the
house with a guide named Sylvia. Sylvia noted what portions of the
building were reproductions and which were original including the
hardwood pine floors. She shared that in the 1930s, the building had been
abandoned; it had been vandalized and lived in by a “squatter” who also
brought in wildlife. When the building was restored down to the original paint
colors, they were surprised to find the original doors intact.The hardware was missing but the wood and all the beautiful craftsmanship was there.
Throughout the tour, Sylvia pointed to the
significant furniture that had once belonged to Henry. One desk she noted was
Henry’s father’s design that he had made in order to better read maps. The
underside of the table has a bird cage design which enables it to swivel in all
directions making map reading more efficient, since one would only have to move
the table instead of the map itself.
She pointed out one of the corner chairs being in
the room because Henry actually died while sitting in one, albeit not this
chair. She was quick to note that the original is housed in Williamsburg, VA in
the Governor’s Mansion. Sylvia explained that Henry’s doctor determined that he
was extremely ill. The doctor left him a concoction that was either supposed to heal
him or kill him. Because Henry was in such pain, he drank the concoction, which per our guide
included liquid mercury. Henry died while sitting in a corner chair. When I
searched for this information, even using the keyword search “Patrick Henry
dies in chair” (I know...I'm that kind of researcher!) I could not confirm this information. Most websites list Henry
dying from stomach cancer. Any scholars out there wish to chime in, please do.
Overall, I thought it was a bit odd to share this with visitors (and by that, I mean, I enjoyed the weird little details); and, it certainly does not resemble some of the boring Revolutionary War tours that I experienced as a young child (Remember, I’m from the area and every school field trip seemed to connect to either the Revolutionary War or the American Civil War. I recall being hot and bored.)
Overall, I thought it was a bit odd to share this with visitors (and by that, I mean, I enjoyed the weird little details); and, it certainly does not resemble some of the boring Revolutionary War tours that I experienced as a young child (Remember, I’m from the area and every school field trip seemed to connect to either the Revolutionary War or the American Civil War. I recall being hot and bored.)
During a good part of the tour, Sylvia discussed Patrick
Henry’s relationship with his wife. They had known one another since childhood.
Even by the standards of the time, when they married in 1754, he was 18 and
Sarah Shelton Henry was 16. They would move numerous times. By the time she
had had six children and were living in the Scotchtown home in 1771, Mrs. Henry
suffered from some kind of serious depression and/or mental illness.
On the Patrick Henry’s Scotchtown Facebook page from
June 23, 2016 reads:
Shortly following the birth of her sixth child, Sarah Henry developed an antipathy, as they called it, towards her husband and her family. She withdrew from them, to the point where she was completely mute and would not feed herself. Her doctor eventually declared her a threat to herself and others. While determining options for his ill wife, there is substantial evidence to suggest that Mr. Henry did visit the Public Hospital in Williamsburg in 1773, but determined that he was not going to subject his wife to such accommodations. Instead, he arranged for her to be cared for at home at Scotchtown, in the basement for the remaining four years of her life.
Linking to the post, “This
Hospital in Virginia has a Dark and Evil History that will never be forgotten”
the article reiterates what our tour guide, Sylvia, had stated but also
includes pictures of the barred windows, isolation cells, strait jackets, and
restrainment chairs.
Because there was so little information about mental
health in the 1700s, there were few treatment options. Our guide, Sylvia
discussed how it was common for those with mental illness to be bled, or
restrained. Mrs. Henry’s decline
continued during the establishment of the Public Hospital for Persons of Insane
and Disordered Minds, now Eastern State Hospital, which opened in 1773 in
Williamsburg, VA. This hospital was more like a prison, and Patrick Henry did
not wish to subject his wife to such treatment. Gallenberger (2015) writes, “… [Patrick Henry]
knew about the hospital and refused to send Sarah there. The Henrys were a
family of some wealth, and this probably helped in the decision for Sarah to
remain at their home, Scotchtown Plantation.”
Our tour guide, Sylvia, also explained what Gallenberger
(2015) notes, “Henry's wife, Sarah Shelton Henry, dealt with depression and
violent outbursts. Despite recommendations, together they refused to place her
in a hospital, instead providing care for her at home until her death.” An
apartment was created in the home’s basement. Mrs. Henry always had a nurse by
her side and Sylvia emphasized several times that she was never left alone.
While standing in the dining room, Sylvia explained
that Mrs. Henry’s accommodations were directly below us. She asked us to
imagine how the family must have felt hearing Mrs. Henry screaming below; she
also wondered how Mrs. Henry might have felt hearing her family dining above. I felt this was a nice posing of questions since it asks visitors to put themselves in both situations.
The open door shows the entrance to Mrs. Henry's two-room basement quarters. |
Sylvia then asked who was interested in seeing
Sylvia’s quarters. She emphasized that there is a great deal of mold and
cautioned anyone with any serious allergies. I figured I would hold my breathe as best as I could, like that was going to work.
Within the basement confines, the windows that had traditionally been wooden have been replaced with glass windows to keep the two rooms sunny. The basement entrance is from the outside of the building. Sylvia explained that Mrs. Henry often complained about feeling chilly in the basement. Even on a somewhat hot and humid day, the area was quite cool. Included in the quarters was a mannequin wearing a strait dress. She went on to explain that due to the size of the dress that they have only had one intern who was quite thin try it on. The intern stated that while wearing the straitdress it was quite calming. I raised an eyebrow at that comment.
Within the basement confines, the windows that had traditionally been wooden have been replaced with glass windows to keep the two rooms sunny. The basement entrance is from the outside of the building. Sylvia explained that Mrs. Henry often complained about feeling chilly in the basement. Even on a somewhat hot and humid day, the area was quite cool. Included in the quarters was a mannequin wearing a strait dress. She went on to explain that due to the size of the dress that they have only had one intern who was quite thin try it on. The intern stated that while wearing the straitdress it was quite calming. I raised an eyebrow at that comment.
Because of Mrs. Henry’s illness, which during the
time society believed had to have been caused by demonic possession, she was denied a Christian
burial. Sylvia explained that it is believed that she was buried somewhere on the grounds
of Scotchtown.
A kitchen garden |
There is so much sadness wrapped up in the entire story. Two young lovers against the world; one goes mad.
This isn’t like the fictional character, Bertha
Antoinetta Mason in Charlotte Brontë's novel Jane Eyre (1847) who is locked in the attic and left
alone. From several accounts, it appears that Henry and the family visited Mrs.
Henry as much as they could, and as much as she could take the visitations.
My historic site selected for its un-weird
focus turns out to be a a dark tourism site after all.
Works Cited
Gallenberger, Rose. "Patrick and Sarah Henry:
Mental Illness in 18th Century America." National Museum of American
History. Smithsonian Blog, 2 July 2015. Web. 04 Sept. 2016.
Patrick Henry's Scotchtown.
Beaverdam: Patrick Henry's Scotchtown Official Preservation Virginia Historic
Site, 2016. Brochure. Print.
"Patrick Henry's Scotchtown." Facebook.
N.p., 23 June 2016. Web. 04 Sept. 2016.
"Patrick Henry’s Scotchtown." Patrick
Henry’s Scotchtown Preservation Virginia. N.p., n.d. Web. 04 Sept. 2016.
Wellford, Beth. "This Hospital In Virginia Has
A Dark And Evil History That Will Never Be Forgotten." OnlyInYourState.
N.p., 23 June 2016. Web. 04 Sept. 2016.
What a wise kind man he was for his time. It would of been so much easier for him to send her away.
ReplyDeleteOf all the documents we have from that time, they didn't write about these types of family situations. My first thought was postpartum depression but it continued for so long. I cannot imagine what it must have been like to see a loved one trapped inside her head without any understanding that we have today.
DeleteI think there is pretty much a dark side to most historical sites. I think you would love visiting the Black Donnelly's farm where most of the family was murdered by the town's people. The remaining family put up a tombstone that said murdered and town took it away a replaced it with one that said died. In those days it was wonderful of the family to care for Mrs. Henry in a time when mental health was so poorly cared for, of course now we do soooo much better (sarcasm there). Thank you for the great tour!
ReplyDeleteI just did a Google search and read the story. Goodness, family feuds, land rights... Sigh. It is so interesting how our words have power to persuade.
DeleteYeah, I hear ya on today's mental health treatment. But, I do think that if born in an earlier time many of us would have been placed in institutions to suppress all this thinking we do!
The cell phone tour sounds like a good option for if you can't take the normal tour for some reason.
ReplyDeleteReading about mental health treatment in the past is horrifying and a good reminder not to romanticise the past too much!
Laura, very true. I'm not sure if you followed the link to “This Hospital in Virginia has a Dark and Evil History that will never be forgotten”. The pictures of such places are sad and disturbing.
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